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quietwingsinthesky · 10 months

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Title: Nightlight

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: N/A

Relationship: Jack Kline & Lucifer, Jack Kline & Sam Winchester, Jack Kline & Lucifer & Sam Winchester, Lucifer & Sam Winchester, Lucifer/Sam Winchester

Additional Tags: Fluff, Kid Jack Kline, Good Parent Lucifer (Supernatural), not that that's a high bar to clear in this show but he's doing better than in canon, Good Parent Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester is Jack Kline's Parent, Nephil Jack Kline, Alternate Universe - Happy, Awkwardness, Family Bonding, Sleepy Cuddles, Autistic Jack Kline, Attempt at Humor, Blanket Permission, Father-Son Relationship, Queerplatonic Lucifer/Sam Winchester, Queerplatonic Relationships

Summary:

Jack is scared of the dark. (or: Lucifer proves that lightbringer is a very literal title. Sam is here for emotional support.)

Sam doesn’t startle awake anymore. He’s pretty sure that’s a side effect of the whole ‘sleeping with an archangel thing.’ There are very few things in the universe that could sneak past Lucifer undetected, and if those things happen to get into Sam’s bedroom, he’s already screwed. He might as well enjoy his ability to actually get some good sleep in the meantime, even if that comes at the cost of Lucifer inevitably sprawling out on top of him in a way that should probably feel like he’s crushing Sam. (Only, the weight of him inside his vessel, that unnatural angel density that Cas has tried and failed to explain, is nice. It’s grounding. Sam’s had few enough things in his life that make him feel safe, and it’s taken him a long time to accept that Lucifer can be one of them.)

He wakes slowly, even with the sound at the edge of his hearing becoming impossible to ignore. He blinks up into the darkness once, twice, then fumbles for his phone. He manages to knock it to the floor. He curses. He’s about to get out of bed before Lucifer makes a funny noise like a cat that doesn’t want to be picked up, and Sam’s phone is suddenly in his hand.

“Thanks,” he says. Lucifer squirms closer and presses his face against Sam’s shoulder. Lucifer seems to take offense at the idea of Sam’s personal space. Sam doesn’t think he’d be able to breathe in that position if he were human. Perks of being an angel. Sam looks at the clock on his phone. 3 AM. Witching hour. The noise that woke him rings out again, and he can tell that it’s coming from the door to his room this time. No one other than family would come knocking this late. He runs down the mental list. Dean doesn’t bother with knocking most of the time, and it’s a little too quick to be Mom or Cas. Which leaves- “Your son is here.”

“Before sunrise, he’s Castiel’s son,” Lucifer mutters. Sam lets out a tired huff of laughter. Jack has recently discovered Disney movies, and Sam has since repeatedly caught Lucifer humming songs about animated lions. (And on one particularly rough night, singing to Sam to comfort him with what he only later realized was Can You Feel the Love Tonight.) The knocking comes a third time, this time accompanied by a small voice.

“Dad?” Despite his protest, Lucifer rolls off of Sam, but then he freezes. He just stares at the door that Jack is on the other side of. Sam’s brain goes straight to old studies of dogs being shocked until they stopped struggling. Sam tells his brain to shut up.

He puts a hand on Lucifer’s shoulder, squeezes once, and then gets up and walks past him to open the door. Jack’s there, looking small and scared and every bit the child they sometimes forget he is when discussing the nuclear bomb of power he has inside him. Sam’s not sure how Jack knew to come to his room when looking for Lucifer, (he’d thought they were keeping things well under wraps, enough to not freak Dean out, at least) but he chalks it up to some kind of latent angel instinct the kid has.

“I woke you up,” Jack says, as though that possibility hadn’t crossed his mind until he was looking at Sam, who was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Jack ducks his head. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Sam says. “Come in.” He opens the door wider. Jack peeks inside, still hesitant. When he sees that yes, Lucifer is actually there, he looks a little relieved. “So, what happened?” The lamp on Sam’s beside table flickers to life without anyone touching it to replace the light from the hallway as Sam closes the door. The bulb whines in protest like it’s considering bursting when it does so, and Sam frowns at Lucifer. The archangel does not meet his eyes, trying to watch Jack, and then failing to watch Jack, and finally letting his gaze settle off towards the opposite wall. Jack doesn’t notice, at least. He’s looking back at Sam again.

“Dean doesn’t like being woken up in the middle of the night,” he informs Sam, and Sam nods his most understanding nod, “so I couldn’t go to Cas, because he’s sleeping in Dean’s room.” Sam manages another understanding nod. He won’t say he’s surprised, because he’s not, he is so far from surprised, but this is still information that he wasn’t expecting to receive from his sort-of adopted son at three in the morning. “And I thought...” Jack trails off.

“Why did you want to get Cas?” Jack shifts his feet awkwardly. He’s not meeting Sam’s eyes, but that’s not a product of nerves. He never looks directly at anyone, opting to stare at their shoulder or behind them instead. Dean says it’s unnerving. Sam just files it next to other things, like Jack’s hands flapping when he’s excited or how he’d probably only eat one thing for a month if they let him, and saves the information for later discussion.

“I had a nightmare,” Jack says, quietly, “and my room is very dark.” Sam opens his arms up in invitation. Jack brightens, just a little, and accepts the hug. Sam catches Lucifer’s eyes (he’s looking back at them, expression a mixture of uncertainty and surprise) and tries to convey ‘he’s your son and he’s upset, say something.’ Lucifer makes a face back that roughly translates to ‘I spent most of my life in the Cage or ending the world, I don’t know how to deal with a child.’ He relents at Sam’s puppy-dog eyes.

“Jack. Come here.” Sam can tell he’s trying for warmth. It comes out stilted. Jack wiggles his way out of Sam’s arms anyway and makes his way over to the bed. Lucifer pats the spot in front of him, and though Jack does sit there, neither of them look entirely comfortable. Jack rocks back and forth slightly. Sam comes over as well. It’s not that he thinks Lucifer will do anything intentionally bad, it’s just... There’s a reason Jack’s first instinct was to go looking for Cas and not him. Lucifer’s been routinely terrible at this whole parenting thing. It’s not for lack of trying, but he doesn’t know what he’s doing and next to Cas, who took to this whole situation like a duck to water?

Lucifer might be Jack’s dad and nothing will change that, but Cas is Jack’s dad too and nothing can change that either.

“You’re one of the nephilim. You shouldn’t be scared of the dark.” Jack curls in on himself a little. Sam makes a cutting motion with his hand near his mouth. Lucifer tries to course-correct. “You don’t have to be. You can make your own light.” Jack tilts his head, shoulders still drawn.

“I can?”

“Of course you can, you’re my-” Lucifer’s voice stops before he can finish the sentence like he’s been muted. He recovers quickly. “You’re half angel. It’s easy.”

“Okay,” Jack says, “but how?” Lucifer opens his mouth to answer and then shuts it again, frowning. “...Dad?”

“Give me a minute. It’s been a very long time since I taught anyone how to do this.” He shuts his eyes for a moment. Sam wonders how much of that hesitation is him actually trying to recollect and how much of it is him trying to push down the fact that the last time he did this was probably before he got thrown into the Cage. “Alright, let’s see.” Lucifer reaches forward and takes Jack’s hands in his own. Jack jolts back in surprise, but then he leans forward again, curiosity overriding his shock. Lucifer has him cup his hands like he’s trying to hold water in them. “This is all about intention and will, so focus.” Jack’s brow furrows in concentration.

Nothing happens.

Lucifer sighs, says under his breath, “Michael always was a better teacher than me.”

“I don’t get what I’m supposed to focus on.” Jack breaks his position, shaking his hands out nervously. He puts them back in place when he’s done. Sam would love to help, but it’s been a long time since he had any sort of psychic power and that’s not exactly a time in his life he wants to revisit.

“It’s... How do I explain this to you.” Lucifer rubs at his forehead. “No. I can’t. It’ll be easier this way.” He gestures towards Sam’s lamp, and the light dies. Jack inhales sharply, and Sam steps forward, reaching out in the dark to try and comfort the kid. Only, Sam blinks, and there is light. It’s not coming from his bedside table or even the light above him. It’s coming from Lucifer’s outstretched palm. It’s not a hovering ball of light like the cheap effects of some fantasy movie. Lucifer’s skin glows from the inside out. It grows and dims in a rhythm not unlike a heartbeat, but never once does it waver. Jack stares, transfixed. Sam can’t help but feel the same way. Lucifer glances up at him and preens under the attention. He reaches forward again to take Jack’s hands.

“Does it make more sense now?” Jack nods.

“I think so.” This time, as Jack concentrates, light does begin to flicker between his fingertips. “Is that right?”

“Yes. Keep going.” Jack wiggles, all barely contained excitement, and Sam finds himself smiling. The light Jack produces is not as steady as Lucifer’s, nor as bright, but still, Sam’s room looks like it did before Lucifer turned the lamp back off. “Very good. I told you it was easy.” Jack beams.

“It looks like Sam!” he says. Sam raises an eyebrow. Lucifer just nods.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Sam’s eyebrow creeps up higher.

“What looks like me, exactly?” Jack turns to face him, and Lucifer tilts his head. They’re both grinning, and all of a sudden, the family resemblance is obvious.

“You’re shiny!” Jack says.

“I’m what.”

“We have always been mirrors, Sam. Are you really that surprised that your soul reflects how radiant I once was?” And Sam can’t exactly say that he is, that he’s spent his entire life thinking that he was sullied, not when Jack’s right there. Lucifer smiles like he knows that, and he has so much trouble getting Sam to accept compliments normally that Sam’s sure he’s doing it on purpose. Sam counters. Turnabout is fair play.

“Mirrors only reflect what’s still there, Lucifer.” Lucifer pretends to take his words in stride, but Sam can see the few moments where he’s caught off-guard by that. Jack looks between them, and then he ducks his head and bites his lip like he’s trying to keep an even bigger grin from spreading over his face.

“Thank you,” he says, “for teaching me how to do that.” He rubs his hands together. “I can go back to my room now, I think.” Sam looks at his bed (well, their bed, really. It’s not like Lucifer ever really uses the one in his room.) It’s pretty big.

“You know, when I was a kid and I had nightmares,” Sam says, “Dean used to let me sleep in his bed.” He’s not sure if angels have childhood nightmares or beds to climb into, but from the way Lucifer’s expression goes quiet and sad, Sam thinks he might have stirred up some kind of memory. “So, I guess, if you wanted to stay-”

“Can I?” It all but leaps out of Jack. He repeats himself a second later, softer, glancing over at Lucifer. “Can I?” Lucifer blinks, shakes whatever he was thinking of off, and nods.

“If it’ll help.”

Which is how Sam learns that Jack? Is even worse about personal space than Lucifer.

Still, even if he spends the rest of the night squished between the archangel he loves more than he’s ready to admit and his son who’s being collectively raised by the village of Winchester, it’s worth it. Sam’s happy. He’s really, truly happy.

#this isn't a new fic btw im just doing some housekeeping.#fanfiction #spn #lucifer spn #jack kline #sam winchester #samifer #qpr samifer #autistic!jack kline #samifer coparenting #lucifer as jack's parent #sam as jack's parent

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ladylilithprime · 2 months

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When The Time Is Right

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Frank Discussions Of Sex (But No Actual Sex), Dean Winchester Being Bad At Feelings, Autistic Cas and Jimmy, Miscommunication, Threeway Relationships Require Threeway Consent, Discussions of Souls and Magic

Summary: Sam got hurt protecting Cas and Jimmy from alicorns. Alicorns are drawn to virgins. Dean blames Cas and Jimmy for Sam getting hurt. Therefore, Cas believes that to protect Sam from getting hurt because of them again, he and Jimmy need to no longer be virgins. Things do not go as planned.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 27: Protect

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VIRGINITY WAS A social construct, or at least that had been the opinion of several of Cas and Jimmy's human classmates in college. They were frequently very quickly informed otherwise by their more magically-natured classmates, because while there really wasn't any sort of moral attachment to virginity or lack thereof, there was very much a magical aspect to the act of sexual congress and several different species who were specifically hardwired to be able to tell who among a gathering had or had not engaged in it for one reason or another, or had not engaged in certain types of sex. Dragons, for example, though according to Kevin that was because of the instinct to protect hatchlings and those too young for mating flights. Faeries, too, not that Sam had ever given any indication that he was aware of it until the subject could no longer be avoided. Because unicorns could also tell whether or not someone was a virgin, and so could their more carnivorous cousins.

And alicorns particularly liked the taste of virgins, whether they were tender little children or divinely created adult identical twins touched by fae magic.

"We've had sex, though," Jimmy couldn't help pointing out, a little shocky still as he sat next to Sam's hospital bed. "You should know since you were there for it...."

"Did we do it wrong?" Cas fretted, the fingers of his right hand tightly gripping Jimmy's left while his left hand gripped Sam's right.

"Absolutely not," Sam told them firmly. "The only way a person even can do it wrong is without consent or proper care for your partner and plenty of preparation and checking in. The problem," he added with a sigh, "is that an alicorn's definition of virginity is penetrative. It's a bit of a focal point for them, case in point and pun intended."

He gestured towards his thoroughly packed and heavily bandaged left side below his rib cage where only hours before there had been a rather massive two foot long golden spiral horn thoroughly impaling him. With the good painkillers working their way through his system, Sam was even more blunt-spokenly honest than usual, and apparently inclined to joke now that it was obvious he would survive the incident. Jimmy and, to a greater extent thanks to having been the one almost impaled before Sam had physically intervened himself, Cas were less capable of seeing the humor in their lover being injured and hospitalized after very nearly dying in a fight to protect them.

"They could tell that we've never had penetrative sex," Cas stated even more flatly than his normal deadpan.

"Which is perfectly fine and entirely up to individual choice," Sam said firmly. "How do I put this.... you know how sometimes certain foods together makes the taste and texture too much of a sensory overload? Alicorns are kind of like that, only for them the taste and texture focus is the magical soul energy of their human victims. Penetrative sex mixes the metaphysical 'flavors' a lot more obviously than any other kind of sex, so for an alicorn's purposes that's what 'counts'."

"What about someone who got pregnant via artificial insemination methods?" Jimmy asked, his mind flashing in worry to Amelia. He hadn't given her a moment's thought until now, what with the risk of imminent death and Sam's potentially fatal injury, but now he felt the very real concern starting to rise up.

"Pregnancy is a kind of gray area already," Sam admitted with a grimace. "Usually the pregnant person got that way through sexual intercourse, and then there's the overlap of the bearer's soul energies with the very, very slowly coalescing soul energies of the baby. The soul doesn't even fully settle into the infant's body until around the time the umbilical cord stump drops off. So even if the bearer got pregnant through scientific methods instead of sexual, their taste to an alicorn would still seem, er, muddy." He paused, then added more gently. "Amelia, Donna, and Matt live on the mainland. The alicorns didn't even get onto the bridges."

"You're sure?" Jimmy bit his lower lip, hating the insecurity that could make him doubt Sam's word even though he knew his boyfriend couldn't lie, but needing the reassurance anyway.

"Meg gave me a full report of what Balt reported to her to keep my mind off her patching me back together," Sam obligingly reassured him. "And while Donna's a sheriff, she was not among the people listed as injured and there were mercifully no fatalities. I'm as sure as I can be while sitting in this bed without a phone to call them."

Calling them had to wait until the brothers could get Sam safely discharged from the hospital - against medical advice, technically, but then both Meg and Dr Argall had bargained with Sam for a full week of bed rest with absolutely no strenuous activity in exchange for being allowed to convalesce at home - and back to the magically expanded apartment above Lighthouse CommodiTeas. And then Dean had arrived. That so-called "conversation" had resulted in Cas going nonverbal for four hours and nearly had Sam violating his bargain with Meg and their doctor to get up and physically eject Dean from the apartment over the cafe while Jimmy did his best to distract Jack (and himself) in the kitchen from the yelling.

Cas was able to talk again by the time Jack had been put to bed, but he was still reduced to a scant handful of words at a time. Jimmy's practice with translating was put to the test as they worked out the plan for covering the cafe while Sam was both stuck in bed and in need of someone to stay home with him. One thing they all agreed was that it was important to have at least one able-bodied adult in the apartment with Sam both day and night to help him and be available to help Jack. This meant that their work schedules got rearranged a bit and Jimmy left briefly to drive over to his and Cas's apartment and collect their overnight bags. The question had been briefly raised about also digging out their sleeping bags, but Sam had assured them it wasn't necessary.

"I'm pretty much going to be living on this couch for the week," he told them. "If you don't mind sharing, you can both take my bed for the duration."

If Cas had any trouble falling asleep in Sam's bed with his scent surrounding them and their lover absent from the sheets, lying injured out on the couch, he didn't tell Jimmy about it. Likewise, Jimmy never mentioned how long he lay awake with his face buried in the pillow that smelled of sage and clover, and sandalwood and cinnamon just like Sam's favorite soap and shampoo, his ears straining for the slightest hint of distress from the living room. It left him feeling tired and cotton-headed the next morning as he made coffee on autopilot and then kicked himself and brought Sam tea with honey and milk. Cas left the apartment for the cafe's kitchen without bothering to stop for breakfast, which was a clear sign that he was still very bothered by something, but until he was ready to talk about it there wasn't much Jimmy could do to help his twin except be there for Sam while Cas was working and then take his own turn tomorrow.

Cas came upstairs after the lunch rush with two extra blueberry cream cheese danishes for Sam and Jimmy, and a determined expression. "We need to have penetrative sex."

"What?" Jimmy almost choked on the sandwich he was eating, and felt briefly grateful beyond words that Sam had already finished the broth-heavy chicken and rice soup Jimmy had made and so couldn't do the same. He was still gaping wide-eyed at Cas, whose expression looked no less determined for the rush of pink suffusing his face.

"We need to have penetrative sex," he repeated, glancing over at Jimmy briefly before looking back to Sam. "The fact that we haven't made us vulnerable and put us at greater risk to the alicorns than if we had simply been out in public, which in turn put you at risk. I know better than to suggest that you not come to our defense, any more than Jimmy or I would agree to leave you vulnerable and undefended, and while we will certainly be much quicker to evacuate a danger zone in the future, the risk posed by our technical virginity is still there. It's a risk we can mitigate by having penetrative sex."

"No," Sam said - croaked, really - and shook his head.

"Not now, obviously," Cas said, holding up his hands. "Meg was very clear about what she meant by 'strenuous activity'."

"Cas," Jimmy started, trailing off when he realized that he didn't even know where to begin with this one. Clearly his twin had been thinking hard about this ever since the accusations Dean had flung at them before Cas had shut down and Jimmy had fled to the kitchen to distract Jack, maybe even since that conversation in the hospital, but that didn't stop it from coming out of left field for him!

"And it has to be with you, Sam," Cas went on, a hint of desperation entering his voice. "Even if Jimmy and I were comfortable engaging in sexual activity exclusively with each other, our souls are identical. Whatever transference of energy happens during sex wouldn't make a difference if it's just us."

"Emotions also play a large part in it," Sam reminded him, sounding rather strained. "And please believe me when I say that if you or Jimmy ever truly want to explore penetrative sex in either direction, I would absolutely be honored to participate... but not if the only reason you're asking is because you think of your virginity, technical as it is in this specific area, as a thing to get rid of because it might put me at risk."

"But... you got hurt protecting us," Cas argued, sounding so painfully small that Jimmy nearly whimpered. "For me. The alicorn was aiming for me, and you put yourself in its path and got hurt because of that."

"And I would do it again if the circumstances arose," Sam said firmly. "Even if we had been acting like Dean at a Bacchanalia festival before that night, I saw the two of you in danger and pinned down in that alley and I did my best to keep you safe. That I got injured right at that specific moment was unfortunate, but it could have happened at any point that night if one of the alicorns caught me off guard while fighting."

Now Jimmy couldn't stop the whimper from bursting free, clapping his hands over his mouth to muffle it. That was the least reassuring thing he had ever heard. That Sam could have been injured before, run through and still fighting somewhere alone without him and Cas there to call for help when the alicorns were dead and his strength gave out--

Sam's expression softened. "I didn't collapse in that alley because I ran out of strength, Jimmy," he said, breaking through the babbling words that Jimmy hadn't even realized he had been saying. "I collapsed from the relief of knowing that you and Cas were unharmed, that I had succeeded in protecting you."

"So you won't have penetrative sex with us... because you think we don't really want it?" Cas asked uncertainly.

"And because I don't want any time we have sex of any kind to be out of fear or obligation," Sam said dryly. "And I'm a lot more sensitive to the emotional resonances involved than an alicorn is to the technicalities."

"Oh," Cas winced, looking down at the carpet. "Sorry..."

"Hey," Sam murmured, holding out a hand. "Come here, both of you?"

Slowly, Cas and Jimmy approached. Cas tried to hang back a bit, but Jimmy nudged him forward to sit closest to Sam's upper body while Jimmy sat behind Cas and pulled him into his arms tight against his chest. Cas wrapped his hands around Jimmy's wrists, and Sam put his own hands over theirs.

"Listen to me closely, okay?" Sam said. "I love you. I love you, Cas, and I love you, Jimmy. And any time we do anything sexual, or even just quietly intimate like this... it's pure bliss, because I can feel how much you both love me, too. If one day either of you decide you really want to explore penetration in sex, that's fine. And if you don't and it never happens, that is equally fine. No pressure, ever. Okay?"

"Okay," the twins chorused. Jimmy felt Cas let go of his wrists with one hand and twist to catch one of Sam's. He lifted it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to Sam's knuckles. "I don't like seeing you hurt," Cas murmured, "but I'm glad you're protecting us."

"It's my honor," Sam murmured back, and Jimmy knew their lover didn't mean just against the alicorns any more than Cas had.

#fluffy february 2024 #rk writes #supernatural fic #sastimmy #urban fantasy au

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ao3feed-destiel-02 · 2 months

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An Empty Deal

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/a3let9v by ReelNaturalFreak When Castiel made the deal with the Empty to save Jack, he truly believed he had cheated. There was never a chance he could experience true happiness. However, the universe has a twisted sense of humor. Or The writer twisted the cannon to make Castiel experience true happiness much sooner Words: 2929, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Jack Kline, HunterCorp Dean Winchester, HunterCorp Sam Winchester Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Cannonish, Kind not cannonish, bit of both, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Temporary Character Death, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Angst with a Happy Ending, Castiel is Saved from the Empty (Supernatural) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/a3let9v

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #(your tags here)

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morganaconda · 11 months

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#spn #spn text posts #supernatural text posts #supernatural #cas #castiel #dean #dean winchester #sam winchester #jack kline #jack #spn humor #spn meme

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i-make-fun-of-spn-characters · 8 months

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Show some respect for Jack's season 12 devil baby brainwashing era.

#spn crack #spn humor #supernatural #jack kline #spn season 12

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haus-seeblick · 2 years

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Suptober Day 1! "We Should Talk, Dean"

Rating: Gen

Ship: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Tags: Corn Maze, Feelings, Fluff & Humor, Kid Jack Kline, The World's Vaguest Declaration of Love

Summary: Dean finds himself alone with Cas in a corn maze. Will he be able to avoid talking about his feelings? Or will he finally make it through the maze of his own brain and drop those three little words?

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“What’s a corn maze?” Jack pipes up from the backseat as Dean speeds down what feels like the thousandth mile of monotonous midwest highway. There’s only so much golden grass you can look at before it starts to make you itchy, and Dean’s more than ready to get back to the peace and quiet of his room at the Bunker.

Sam twists around from the passenger seat to face Jack. “It’s when farmers cut a maze into a field of corn stalks. The stalks are usually taller than humans, so people can walk through the paths and try to find their way out.”

Jack bounces on his booster seat — Dean cringes as he hears it dig into the leather. “Can we walk through one?”

“I don’t see why not,” Sam says, looking at Dean with raised eyebrows. “There’s plenty of them around here, and we could use a stretch break.”

“We can stretch at home,” Dean says. “We’re just a state away at this point, no one’s gonna die.”

Sam leans into his space. “It would be a great human moment, ” he hisses pointedly into Dean’s ear, even though the occupants of the backseat possess superpowered angelic hearing.

“We don’t have to, it’s okay,” Jack’s voice is small this time. Dean glances into the rearview mirror and sees the kid hunched back in his seat, looking dejectedly out the window. Something pangs deep and sharp in Dean’s chest at the way-too-familiar posture. He shifts his eyes over an inch to meet Cas’ in the mirror. Of course Cas is already looking.

“What do you think, Cas?” Dean asks.

“I think it would be an enriching experience,” Castiel replies. “There was a sign a few miles ago that advertised pie at the next farm, in case that sways your verdict.”

Sam sighs, dragging a hand through his mop of hair. “Dean doesn’t have a verdict. This is a democracy. Who votes for corn maze?” He raises his hand.

“Ooh, me!” Jack perks up instantly, his grubby kid fingers rubbing on the car ceiling as he stretches his arm up.

Dean and Castiel make eye contact in the mirror again, and Castiel shrugs with a small smile as he lifts his hand, too.

“Well, joke’s on all of you, because I was gonna say yes, anyway,” Dean says, raising his hand and flipping the blinker to pull Baby over at the next big Corn Maze This Way! sign. Jack whoops with glee and shakes his fist at Cas, angling for a fist bump. Cas chuckles and obliges, and if Dean’s cheeks feel very warm as he watches that exchange, he studiously ignores it.

The farm they pull up at is pretty cute, for a farm, Dean figures. There’s a red barn and wagons with hay bales, a pumpkin patch (though Dean thinks that’s a tad excessive — it’s just the first of October), and a stand selling hot cider and (Cas was right) apple pie.

“Nice place,” Sam remarks as they make their way from the parking lot over to the marked corn maze entrance. “We’ll have to grab some pie before we head out.”

Jack’s bouncing along next to Cas, holding his hand but only loosely, since he rarely stays still enough for that. De-aging the young God gave him all the energy and attitude of the seven-year-old he resembles, and Dean sometimes finds himself missing the teenage Jack. At least his godly power’s stored somewhere safe off-world with Amara until the kid’s lived some of his human life. Dealing with a second-grade nephilim is quite enough.

Dean shells out some cash for their maze tickets and they stop in front of the entrance path. A few families pass in and out next to them, and Dean notes that the kids coming out look significantly more cranky than the ones going in. He hastily strategizes how he can make this go as quickly as possible.

“All right, let’s choose teams,” he announces.

“Teams?” Castiel tilts his head.

“Might as well make it interesting,” Dean says. “Split into two teams. Losers have to do the Bunker laundry for a week.”

Sam laughs. “Oh, you are on. I’m great at mazes.”

“I call Cas!” Jack shouts.

“Hmm, I think we need to split up the angels,” Sam says thoughtfully. “Cas has enough of his grace left to give him an advantage.”

“Pfft. The Winchester bros could totally go up against a couple of angels,” Dean scoffs, elbowing Cas in the ribs.

Cas just squints at him. “We would clobber you, Dean,” he says evenly.

“I’d rather not risk it,” Sam adds, even as Dean splutters. “Let’s do me and Jack, and Cas and Dean.”

“Why do you get the full-power angel?” Dean demands.

“Because I want to win, and I hate washing your sheets,” Sam responds smugly. “What, you don’t think you and Cas can take us?”

Jack gets in the spirit, planting himself next to Sam with his arms crossed, narrowing his eyes at Dean and Cas. Dean pulls a face at him.

“Dean and I are an excellent team, and will not be doing laundry this week,” Castiel says. He grips Dean’s arm, and, in an unfair display of strength, tugs him into the entrance of the maze. “First ones at the exit win!” he calls over his shoulder, and Sam and Jack jog to catch up.

At the first fork in the path, the teams nod at one another, then branch off. Dean hears Jack chattering away at Sam for a solid minute after they part ways, and is suddenly very glad he ended up with Cas.

It’s totally the only reason he’s glad.

The towering corn stalks muffle the enclosed path, the rustling of their dry leaves and the soft thuds of Dean and Cas’ footfalls filling the silence.

Dean’s suddenly painfully aware that they’re very alone — not something that happens often, since they have a kid-kid now, on top of still taking hunts here and there. When they do find themselves alone for a few moments, Dean usually concocts some sort of excuse to get out of there as quickly as possible. He knows Cas has picked up on it, but the guy never says anything, just watches him go with inscrutable eyes.

It’s just that Dean’s not sure what to say. Or, more accurately, he knows exactly what he wants to say, but he’s a huge coward and doesn’t have the balls to march up to his best friend and tell him “Hey, by the way, I love you too, but losing you was the worst damn thing in the world, and it made me hit the rockiest rock bottom I’ve ever hit, and the thought of that happening again is almost unbearable.”

So he does what he’s always done best — he stretches out his arm as far as it’ll go and keeps that possibility firmly at the end of it.

At least Cas doesn’t push him about it.

“We should talk, Dean,” Cas says into the muted air between them.

Dean blinks.

Well.

“About our strategy? Yeah,” he says. “We gotta go north, I checked that shitty crayon map at the ticket desk.”

“About what I said back then,” Castiel says gently.

“So to go north, we gotta ideally keep the sun at our right shoulder.”

“Dean, it’s not something we can ignore forever.”

“We can start working our way left, and correct with slight rights.”

Dean rounds a corner, and Castiel reaches out, planting a broad palm on Dean’s shoulder. Dean huffs out a breath and faces him. “C’mon man, we’re in a race here.”

“We also need to talk about your prayers,” Cas says.

Dean’s brain all but record-scratches. He stares at Cas, at those blue eyes, maze forgotten. “Wait. What?”

A sunbeam filters through the cornstalks and dapples Cas’ face. “Recently, I— I’ve found that I can pick up on prayers again. Not everyone’s.” He drops his eyes, scuffs a shoe in the dirt. “Just yours.”

“Well, okay, buddy, that’s cool, but I haven’t been praying, so I don’t know what you think you’re pickin’ up on.”

“You might not be praying consciously,” Cas says, quietly, still not looking at him. “But I hear your conflicting thoughts. What you want to say to me. What’s holding you back. It’s like your mind is reaching out to me, knowing you yourself can’t.”

One part of Dean’s brain is running through the symptoms of a heart attack, because he’s pretty sure he’s having one, another part is static-blank, and a third part is idly watching the sun play in Castiel’s unruly hair.

What comes out of his mouth is, “Uh.”

“Breathe, Dean,” Cas reminds him mildly. “I’m right here.”

A lungful of hay-sweet air. Just on the crisp side today, a nip of autumn setting in.

Cas is right here.

“I—” Dean starts, and Cas moves closer, tentatively, with a questioning crook of the eyebrow. Dean nods, because it’s all he can do, and Cas simply steps right up against him and pulls him into a hug.

“You don’t need to say anything,” he murmurs against Dean’s hair. “Please just remember that I won’t leave. Not willfully. Not ever again.”

And something in the vicinity of Dean’s sternum, or maybe his stomach, or his entire chest, shakes loose and sends him tumbling forward, wrapping his arms as tight around Cas’ waist as he can manage, as if he might float off if he lets go.

“I wanna say it,” he whispers. “Just maybe— maybe not today.”

“I’m patient,” Castiel replies. His voice rumbles through Dean’s chest.

Dean pulls back first, though he holds onto Cas’ arms for a long moment. “I’ve, uh.” He clears his throat. “I’ve missed you, man. Missed just hanging out.”

Cas’ eyes crinkle gently with his smile. “Let’s see if we can buy ourselves some extra hanging-out time by earning a laundry break.”

“Oh, shit!” Dean jolts and quickly checks the sun. “Left, we gotta go left.”

They hurry through the maze, and the air that felt close and stifling earlier feels fresh and invigorating now, and Dean can hardly believe how tall he’s walking, how bright the sky is, now that Cas has lifted his burden and tossed it away.

There’s just one more thing nagging at him.

“Hey, Cas,” he says as they waver at a crossroads before diving right, “Um. So you’re listenin’ in on my head now? How many of my thoughts we talking, here?”

There’s a pause. “Only the ones directly about me,” Cas answers, far too neutrally.

Dean cringes. “Like, uh, any time of day?”

“I’m not sleeping much, so… yes.”

Heat creeps rapidly back into Dean’s cheeks, but before he can formulate a diversion, Castiel says, “I would be amenable to making some of those thoughts manifest. Sometime.”

Dean definitely doesn’t trip over his own feet. He does, however, choke on air and cough so heartily that Cas has to slap his back.

“Cool,” he croaks.

It’s only thanks to Castiel��s heightened senses that they make it to the maze exit at all.

They do not win.

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Jack brags about his and Sam’s victory all the way home. Dean just cranks the radio, breathes in the sweet smell of the fresh apple pies on the backseat, and occasionally glances at the rearview mirror just to see blue eyes looking right back.

A week of laundry is worth it.

#suptober22 #destiel fanfic #dadstiel #wooh suptober is back!#posted my very first fic one year ago today :')#thanks suptober #suptober day 1

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A Spark Baring Silver

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52812034 by Recreational_Stealth Ten Year Ago in Beacon Hills, CA, tragedy struck as Sheriff Noah Stillinski died helping rescue victims of the Hale House fire. His seven-year old son is entrusted to the Sheriff's old friend, John Winchester and before he knows it, Stiles is growing up alongside Sam and Dean. Now in the present day, as their lovingly dysfunctional family grows to include an angel, a nephilim and the former Queen of Moondoor, there's trouble brewing again in Beacon Hills. The Argents insist they can take care of the problem, but the Winchesters aren't so sure; and when have they ever shied away from a potential case? But Stiles is having some very conflicted feelings about returning to his hometown, his parents' ghosts and a best friend who seems to be keeping a secret from him. Dark humor, sibling bickering and mortal peril. Just another day in the Winchester family. Words: 1842, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, John Winchester, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Chris Argent, Kate Argent, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Jack Kline, Charlie Bradbury Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Allison Argent/Scott McCall Additional Tags: Adopted Stiles Stilinski, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Bisexual Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf Derek Hale, Derek Hale is Bad at Feelings, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings, Protective Dean Winchester, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Domestic Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester is So Done, Eileen Leahy Lives, Dean Winchester Lives, Castiel Lives (Supernatural), Eileen Leahy Deserves Better, Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, Jack Kline Has Powers, Castiel Has Powers (Supernatural), Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Friendship, Werewolf Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52812034

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #IFTTT #ao3feed #ao3feed Sterek #fanfic

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Destiel Trope Collection 2022 | Day 4 | Love Confessions

Three words | @chelly-khn

Rating: No Rating Word Count: 1,103 Main Tags/Warnings: 15x18, Dean POV, Dean’s confession, major character death, no happyending Summary: "I love you" Many love stories begin with these three words. But this one is different. Because it doesn't start with these three words, but ends with them. A story about Destiel's final moments. A story about the scene that Destiel first made cannon.

A Moment on the Lips, Forever on the Hips | @blessyourhondahurley

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,213 Main Tags/Warnings: disordered eating, john winchester's a+ parenting, panty!kink Summary: Dean takes unhealthy measures to try to lose a few pounds. Cas refuses to let him hurt himself. It's fluffier than it sounds.

just a little bit of your heart | @kitmistry

Rating: General Word Count: 1,479 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon-compliant, fluff and humor, pining Dean Winchester Summary: “So, how was it?” Dean asks, voice cracking with forced cheerfulness. “I, I’m planning on confessing my feelings to someone important and I wanted to rehearse, so I figured you’d be the best option. What with Sam being my brother and, and, Jack would just be weird, so...yeah.” Castiel’s face remains blank. “I think you were a bit brusque,” he says, slowly, at last. Like maybe Dean’s not making sense. “Maybe try loosening up a little? Um, explaining your feelings more clearly, perhaps.” Or, three times Dean tried to confess and one time he did.

How important is chap stick to you? (WIP) | @Pssy-wagn

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,902 Main Tags/Warnings: High School, teens, Summary: Two teen adversaries have an undeniable chemistry between them.

The Empty's Curse | @cloverhighfive

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 5,380 Main Tags/Warnings: Angst, Eventual Fluff, Domestic Fluff Summary: Dean is dying and there is no getting out of it this time. After a round of goodbyes from friends, Castiel takes Dean on one last ride.

To Cross the Ocean | RogueTranslator (AO3)

Rating: General Word Count: 6,503 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Universe, Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, Dean Winchester Has Internalized Homophobia, Dean Winchester Says "I Love You", Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Father-Son Relationship, Happy Ending, Post-Canon Summary: A few months after undoing Chuck’s ending, Jack asks Castiel to take him to the Nebraska State Fair, just the two of them. In hopes of experiencing everything as a normal boy, he locks away his powers and memories until sunset. The day that follows is filled with rides, fair food, a petting zoo, carnival games, a stuffed bumblebee named Otis, and lessons in bravery for the whole family.

Strix nebulosa | @Penguinsstealingsanity

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 12,525 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Witches, Canon-Typical Violence, First Kiss, Fluff, owl!Cas, Dean Winchester Takes Care of Castiel, Castiel Takes Care of Dean Winchester Summary: A hunt goes wrong and Cas ends up as an owl. But why is he trying to feed Dean? And how many t-shirts does it take to make a nest?

Aurora Borealis In His Eyes | @maleyah-givemetomorrow

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 23,241 Main Tags/Warnings: Witch/Familiar AU, modern era, red thread of fate, witch Cas, familiar Dean, shapeshifting, soulmates, Cas' handprint, love confessions Summary: Castiel is utterly blind to bipeds on his evening walks. Preferably his attention goes towards feline quadrupeds. His sister, Anna, insists a familiar will come to him. As history would have it, a factually correct statement. Witches know their familiar, an animal who possesses a higher than average intelligence and heightens magical ability, is somewhere out in the world. True sentience for a familiar usually only surfaces after the bond with a witch is formed, but Fate and Luck determine whether witch and familiar ever meet or if it requires another stay at The Summerlands before they can try again in the next lifetime.

#destiel trope collection 2022 #destiel trope collection #day 4 #love confessions

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