dean tailor

Future Dreamboat

Pairing: Time Traveller/40’s!Dean x 40’s!Reader

Summary: Based on 07x12 – Time After Time so yeah. Dean gets thrown back in time, when he needs a break he asks Eliot Ness, where the nearest bar is. A woman is in an alley that needs someone’s help, which just so happens to be Dean’s.

Warnings: Mentions of inappropriate touching

Word Count: 1445

A/N – This is my second entry for @demondeanismybaby’s Which One Are You Challenge with the quote: ‘aren’t you a handsome son of a gun,’ which has been highlighted below. This could also be an entry to my own challenge because no one snagged it so why not?

Dean was thrown back in time, quite literally, he was sent to the 1940; 1944 to be exact. It was a time of danger, anywhere anyone went. Luckily, Dean knew how to handle himself, until he ended up in jail that was. The police search Dean and find an issued police badge from 2012 which happened to be 68 years into the future.

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So Much Tangled Thread - imogenbynight - Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester
Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Henry Winchester
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Time Travel, Pilot!Castiel, Soldier!Dean, Tailor!Dean, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Magic, past Dean/Lisa - Freeform, Past Dean/Victor, Past Castiel/Daphne, Past one-sided Castiel/Balthazar, Panic Attacks, References to Homophobia, Castiel’s strict religious upbringing, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, Openly Bisexual Dean, Closeted Castiel, Author is a card-carrying member of team everyone switches forever, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst, Pining, Minor Character Death(s), Some scenes take place during WWII, (the past relationships are all referenced briefly but without a lot of detail)
Summary:

In 2008, Dean takes over his late grandfather’s tailor shop in Normal, Illinois, and discovers an old leather flight jacket in the attic. A hand-painted set of wings on the back, the name Novak, and a three-quarters sewn circle of red cotton are the only clues he has to the jacket’s origins, and he enlists his historian brother to help him find the owner.

It doesn’t take long for Sam to trace the jacket to Lieutenant Castiel Novak–a pilot who lived in Dean’s apartment until his mysterious disappearance a few years after WWII–and what little information they find about him is fascinating. The guy was a stone cold badass. A stone cold fox, too, if the grainy old newspaper photo is anything to go by.

It’s to be expected that Dean idly wishes he could have known the man as he closes the annoyingly unfinished circle of thread on the jacket.

Less expected, however, is that wish coming true.

Samifer - Gabriel’s wedding

Sam ad Dean are at a tailor shop for some new suits when two men enter.

Gabriel is going to marry Kali and he wants something special for the wedding day. Kali and him decided to surprise everyone by requesting gender swap clothes for them and their bridemaids and groom men. So the women will be in tuxs and the men in dresses.

He didn’t tell his best man and brother, Lucifer, before they go to the tailor so Sam and Dean witness Lucifer’s first reaction when they bring him a long gown under Gabriel’s laughter.

At first, Lucifer says that’s not for him obviously, but then his lil’ brother gives him those puppy eyes and he knows he can’t refuse to wear what Gabriel wants. It’s his wedding after all.

Everybody in the shop is very amused and waits for Lucifer to go out of the changing room, in the long dress, so they can see him. And everybody laughs when he does. Lucifer included, because nothing will ruin his favourite brother’s wedding. So he decides this is fun and he will rock that clothes, no matter what.

Of course, the dress needs some arrangements but Sam doesn’t laugh like everyone else does, because he thinks Lucifer looks hot and pretty in it. Sam tells him between the funny comments, in the little shop, and they start to chat.

Lucifer being single, he invites Sam to Gabriel’s wedding as his plus one. And Sam takes it seriously and accepts.

When the big day comes, Sam doesn’t really know what to think and fears a little to look weird next to a guy dressed in a gown. Thankfully, all the other bridemaids and groom men did it too. And when Sam sees Lucifer he is stunned because he played it fully and he added jewels and make up and he is just gorgeous.

Of course the wedding is nothing less than a lot of fun. And at the end, during the last dance, Sam and Lucifer kiss.

(Imagine Kali in tux. *jaw drops*)

Time After Time: ‘Round Midnight

Summary: If it were up to Dean, he’d never travel through time again. But no matter how many times he bitched about it, his ass always ended up in the past. Chasing after the Greek god of time, Chronos, Dean gets zapped back to 1943, where he shot a Nazi, and met the legendary Steve Rogers and James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Howard Stark, Chronos
Characters mentioned: Sam Winchester, Anrim Zola
Word count: 1,609
Warnings: Time travel, canon violence, language, major canon divergence [it’s an AU / crossover folks]
Author’s note: Inspired by this GIFset. Thank you @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog​ [AKA @captain-rogers-beard​] and @climbthatmooselikeatree​ for listening to me babble on end about this. Your patience and help means so much more than you can imagine.

My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.


PREVIOUSLY ON TIME AFTER TIME:

Someone is shaking Dean’s shoulder, that’s what pulls him from sleep. And judging by the vanilla perfume, it’s not Steve. “Stark called just now, said he has something on Zola.”

“That was fast. What’d he say?”

Before Peggy can answer, there’s a knock on the door. “You’re about to find out,” she says as she crosses the room.


“Your guy, Anrim, he’s not just some loan shark. It’s much worse than that.”

“How much worse could it possibly be?” Steve inquires.

Howard’s dark eyes flick to Steve. “Anrim Zola is working with Hydra. Turns out, he’s Red Skull’s right hand man.”


The silence is deafening; a pin dropping would probably shatter everyone’s eardrums. And then, the bubble of silence snaps when Steve lets loose a rageful shout. His hands are balled into fists and the veins in his neck are protruding, pulsing heavily.

Peggy jumps back, hand over her mouth, tears of surprise welling in her eyes. She has never seen Steve so… angry before. Stark wraps an arm around her shoulder, telling her, “It’s alright, doll.”

“Now it makes sense,” Dean groans. “I fuckin’ knew his name, I just couldn’t place it.”

Howard’s brows pull together. “What do you mean?”

“It’s in the fuckin’ comics,” he snaps, raking a hand through his hair, squeezing back of his neck. “I must’a read those things a million times.”

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A Tailors Touch

Title: A Tailors Touch

Paring: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 980

Warnings: none really, just flirting and suggestiveness

A/N: Basically this is how I would handle measuring Dean for a suit. Hope you like it! Let me know if you want to be tagged in anything. Requests are OPEN! Stay awesome everyone <3


You had only been working at your uncle’s tailor shop for a year when he decided you were ready to see clients on your own. After you finished up with a young girl and her mom needing a prom dress hemmed you checked the next appointment coming up, 4:30pm, measurements for Dean’s suit. As you entered the measurements from the previous customer onto the slip as you heard the front door open.

“Be with you in a minute!” you called, “grab a seat and some water or coffee if you like.”

“Okay thanks,” the male voice called back. You finished jotting down the notes, grabbed your tape measure, and a sheet of paper making your way to the front of the shop.

The man had his back to you as he grabbed a cup of coffee. Taking in his height, wide shoulders, and bow legs you let out a slow breath. Hot damn he’s nice to look at, and I haven’t even seen his face.

“Hey, I’m Y/N, you’re here for a suit fitting right?” You immediately noticed the gorgeous green eyes and then your eyes fell to his plump lips.

“Hi Y/N, I’m Dean. My buddy Bobby told me this is the best place to go for getting a suit tailored.” He gestured to the dress bag hanging over his arm.

“Yeah, yeah you came to the right place. If you wanna follow me to the back we can get started.” You turned and tried to walk at a normal pace despite the fact that your face was flushing uncontrollably. Damn he was hot. Reaching the back of the shop you stopped at the changing room curtain and gestured for him to go in.

“You can leave your coffee on the little table over here. Head on in, get changed, and come out when you’re ready.” He gave you a smile as he headed into the dressing room and gave you a quick wink as he drew the curtain closed. You let out a long breath as you flopped down into the chair.

Be cool Y/N. He’s just a normal customer. Just be cool. Then a realization popped into your head. Holy christ, I have to touch him!

The sound of the curtain opening snapped you from your thoughts and you couldn’t help but laugh as he stepped out. “What? It’s not that bad. Is it?” The pants were too long, the waist on the pants was all wrong, the jacket was way too big, and the sleeves were too long.

“Where did you get this suit from?!”

“It’s from a thrift shop. It’s good material. It just needs a-“

“A tailor’s touch?”

“Exactly! You think you can save it?”

“Step up on the pedestal and let’s get started.” You circled him, getting a better feel for what needed to be fixed. You let out a long sigh, “alright then Dean let’s start fixing this disaster.”

The two of you chatted as you worked about your uncle’s shop, life on the road, music, and food. You tried your best to not let your stare or fingers linger as you worked. You would be lying though if you said you didn’t feel his muscles tighten as you measured his chest, shoulders, and arms. Once you had the measurements for the coat taken care of you helped him shrug out of it.

You stood in front of him and wrapped the tape measure around his waist, trying not to focus on the fact that your face was basically in his crotch. As you leaned forward to position it Dean cleared his throat and shifted his weight. You looked up at him to find him suddenly very shy and blushing.

“You okay up there?”

“Yep. Fine. Just fine.”

You smiled as you grabbed the measurement and turned to write it down. As you looked up you caught Dean adjusting himself in the mirror and stifled a laugh. You held one end of the tape measure to his hip and guided the tape down, trailing your hand along his leg as you slowly brought the edge of the tape measure to where you needed it. You felt him lean into your touch and looked up over your shoulder to find him looking down at you. Giving him a wink you moved to the other side, again dragging your hand down his leg. This time you could swear you felt him shudder a little.

You stood, wrote down the measurements, then stepped up to him. “I need to do your inseam now.”

“Okay”

“Okay,” you crouched down placing the tape measure, looked up to find him staring down at you. You held his gaze as you slowly slid your hand up the inside of his leg, feeling the curves and muscle beneath your hand. As you reached the crotch of his pants you slightly pressed up, feeling him jump a little making you laugh.

“What? Just taking care of that inseam. I’m guessing you need a little more room to work with huh?”

Dean puffed out his chest a bit and gave you a wink, “oh you know it sweetheart.”

Again, you slowly trailed your hand up the inside of his other leg, never breaking eye contact with him. You stood, gave him a smile and turned to your note pad, “why don’t you slide out of those and I’ll get you on your way.”

You got goosebumps as you felt him come up behind you, his breath hot on your neck.

You slowly turned to find him staring down at you, a cocky grin on his lips. Without saying a word, you gently pushed him back, guiding him to the changing room. As you lowered him onto the bench you pulled the curtain closed behind you.

“Here Dean, let me help you with those.”


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anonymous asked:

Do you know good mafia au fics?

Originally posted by deansbadassangel

Yes, yes I do! I know I’ve mentioned this a couple of times (more like hundred), but Russian Cas is one of my all time favorite Castiel’s out there and as cliché as it is, Russian Cas also happens to have ties to the mafia in most fics. So yeah, I know a lot of mafia related fics and here’s just a few of my all time favorites. I hope you’ll enjoy them. - Admin A


Title: Lights Out

Author: ru_salki99 (orphan_account)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 15,022 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★  

Admin A’s notes: I think I recced this in our Prison AU post… This may deserve a better rating but since it’s super BAMF Russian mobster Cas it just didn’t hit me as hard as some of the other fics did. Lol I’m so biased but I’m forever a top Dean reader!

Summary: With Dean’s cellmate Gordon now dead, he less than eagerly awaits the arrival of his replacement. He just hopes life with Castiel Gaznayev is somewhat more bareable than before

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Title: Family Business

Author: luchia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Words: 35,114 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: I love this fic, which I have to admit, I was not thinking that I would. I just couldn’t picture Dean as the mafia prince with his awesome attorney Sam. Anyway this is one of the best mafia fics I’ve read so far!

Summary: Mafia prince Dean meets a weird guy named Castiel while working off his multiple parking tickets’ community service at the Taft Ave Soup Kitchen. (And there’s torture and PTSD and mystery and stuff.)

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Title: A Certain Kind of Necessity

Author: darkforetold

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2,600 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: I’m being generous here… the only reason I gave this fic three stars is because I love 40’s setting and the mental image of tailor Dean doing a fitting and all that jazz does things for me :’D

Summary: 1940s AU. Dean, a simple tailor, finds himself in service to the Don of the Sant'Angelo crime family. Because money is tight, Dean provides a little something extra to make ends meet.

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Title: Living Right Is In the Trying

Author: OneHundredSuns

Rating: Explicit

Words: 70,741 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: This was somehow a little too light for my liking. I mean it was good, but the feeling of the writing was just not suitable for the theme in my opinion. I’m sure I’m the only one feeling like this (again), so go read it and judge it yourself.

Summary: Dean Winchester hadn’t lead an exciting life or a particularly good one but he’d always tried to do what was right, especially when it came to his little brother, even going so far as to take the blame for a crime he didn’t commit. Now with his brother a big shot at college and no prospects of his own, he takes a job from an eccentric man named Gabriel until he can get himself together. He meets and becomes fast friends with Castiel, a mysterious man with a dark troubling past.

But Dean and Castiel’s budding relationship is soon threatened by Dean’s commitments in California, and the arrival of a known gangster named Crowley, who’s determined to have Castiel as his own…as well as his wings.

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Title: Close to Broken

Author: darkforetold

Rating: Explicit

Words: 34,000 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: I have a really soft spot for all these 20’s to 50’s setting  fics and on the describing the era department, this fic was awesome. I don’t know, I sort of loved this but on the other hand I couldn’t get over how twisted and cold hearted both Dean and Cas could be at times… which sort of fit the story perfectly but kind of not the image I have of Dean and Cas. So yeah, I have very mixed feelings about this fic.

Summary: It is 1932. Castiel, the adopted son, serves as the Sant’Angelo crime family’s hitman, a ruthless soldier who kills indiscriminately without questions. It is only when Castiel is contracted to kill Dean Winchester, his childhood obsession, that his world is torn asunder. Suddenly, in the face of the man he once loved, Castiel begins to doubt himself and nothing can prepare him for how quickly everything seems to fall apart.

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Title: Bratishka: Little Brother

Author: Valinde (Valyria)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 33,177 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: You really can’t go wrong with Valinde’s fics. Everything she writes is awesome and this fic is no exception. I love Cop Dean fics (as you all probably know already) and DA Cas with a dark past with the mafia is awesome. I don’t know, this fic is perfect and I’ve probably recced this way too many times already.

Summary: Dean thinks he knows pretty much everything there is to know about his best friend Castiel Novak - he’s a smart, gorgeous DA who probably lets Dean get away with more than he should to see the bad guy locked up - but it turns out Cas is hiding some dark family secrets.

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Title: Cheap Venetian Blinds

Author: Schmuzz

Rating: Mature

Words: 179,426 – Unfinished

Admin’s assessment:  ★ ★ ★  

Admin A’s notes: I wish this fic wasn’t abandoned. It has so much great potential and there really isn’t enough fics about the 1920’s out there… such a waste!

Summary: A young gangster named Dean Winchester meets the Russian immigrant Kastyiyel Krushnic - oh wait, sorry, Castiel Novak - and as it turns out, having romantic relations with another man in 1929 isn’t the worst of their problems.

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Title: Show Me How To Love (And I’ll Show You How To Live)

Author: slutpunk

Rating: Explicit

Words: 28,780 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin A’s notes: I love these opposite sides of the law type of romance fics. It’s exciting and just awesome and this fic didn’t let me down at all. Love it!

Summary: Dean’s broken and he’s 95% sure he’s always been broken. He’s a Fed because he used to believe it would do some good and now? He’s not so sure. Castiel knows he’s broken and he can’t be fixed. He does as he’s told, kills who his uncle tells him to kill, and pretends that the nightmares don’t wake him up anymore. But they find some solace, some peace in each other, until the day it all comes crashing down.

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Request: Play Your Part

Request: Can you write a dean x reader oneshot where it’s similar to Changing Channels

Word Count: 1,144

Here it is! The game show is just a made up thing, I don’t know. Enjoy!:)

“Dean?” You whisper, “What the hell is going on here?”

Moments ago you were outside a ramshackle house in the middle of nowhere, not a tree in sight. Now, you’re in a dense forest. You hear a voice.

“There are only two thousand of these majestic creatures remaining in the wild.”

You search around for the voice, catching Dean’s eye. Then, he lets out a small sound, pointing in amongst the trees.

You spin, to see a huge tiger in amongst the bushes. You yelp, backing away from it, closer to Dean. He catches your eye and mouths, “Run.”

You take off, crashing through the floor, layered with fallen leaves. Dean follows you, and, as you hear a loud roar, apparently the tiger gives chase. Dean catches up and yells, “The tree!”

In perfect harmony, he bends down and locks his hands. You step onto them, and he throws you up into the branches of a tree. You hang down, and he grabs your lower arms as you pull him up. In the safety of the branches, you stare at each other with wide eyes, and the voice speaks again.

“This time, the prey got away. The tiger, once again, goes foodless.” It says, and Dean glares at the sky.

“Don’t make us the bad guys for surviving!” He snaps. Then, a dark snake winds its way around the branch and opens its jaws wide. You yell out, and back away.

“Dean! Black mamba!”

“What?”

“Move!” You grab his arm and pull him from the tree. You both land heavily on the ground, but the landing is relatively soft.

“What the hell?”

“That snake is venomous as hell, okay? Just…trust me, I was a girl scout.”

“You were?” He asks, and you shrug.

“No, I lied. Dean, I think we’re in a nature documentary.” The voice says something about the snake but you ignore it.

“That would make sense. Come on, we have to keep moving!” He says, taking your hand and pulling you through the jungle setting. You come to a small pond, where a large grey lump resides in the middle.

“Hippo. Keep-“ You start to say, but the mighty mouth opens and a huge roar comes from the beast.

Then, everything goes black. When the lights turn back on, you’re in an entirely different setting. The ornately adorned room is filled with a tantalizing scent.

Another, different voice speaks a strange word. You look down to find you’re wearing a tight fitting black dress, with painfully high heels and diamond rings and necklace. You stare at the getup, before looking up. Dean wears a carefully tailored black suit, and the first four or five buttons are undone on the crisp, white dress shirt, exposing part of his chest.

You stare at him, and he grins.

“Like what you see?” He chuckles, and you roll your eyes.

“I’m not complaining.” You move closer to him, and his eyes widen.

“That looks amazing on you. Wow.” He grins, looking you up and down. You laugh, blushing slightly.

“Enjoy it while it lasts. I’d think this is some sort of perfume ad, judging by the smell.” You suggest, and he nods.

“That would make sense. It reeks in here.” He screws up his nose and you laugh.

“It really does.” You agree. Suddenly, a disco ball turns on overhead, throwing speckled light over the small room. It reflects off of the mirrors, sending light cascading over your skin.

You meet Dean’s eyes, frowning, “What are we meant to-?”

You don’t get to finish your sentence as he crashes his lips to your passionately. He doesn’t pull away for a long time, and when he does, the setting has changed.

You’re wearing your normal clothes, thank God, and you’re sat behind a desk beside Dean. There’s a selection of letters on a board, and a two people on the other side of the room.

“What is the anagram? First pair to buzz in wins the point!” A voice says. The other couple are staring intensely at the board, but you see it instantly.

The letters are IMDOCNE. Almost straight away, you see the answer. Your hand lands on the buzzer.

“Demonic!” You exclaim. A buzzer sound and the letters turn to form the word.

“Correct answer! Next one!” The voice announces.

The letters, XSREIOCE appear. Dean’s hand hits the red button.

“Exorcise!” He says, and the ‘correct answer’ buzzer goes off again. You high-five Dean and suddenly, you’re sat in a chair, cuffed to the table in front of you.

You’ve been interrogated before, you know what this is. Just a silly crime drama. A half grin makes its way onto your face as Dean enters the room.

“I’ve heard you’ve been naughty.” He smirks, sitting down opposite you. You laugh.

“Oh?” You lean on the grey desk. “What did I do now?”

“According to the nice man outside, you killed the man that divorced your sister.” He says, leaning close to you. “You’re such a bad girl.”

You roll your eyes, “He probably deserved it.”

He leans back, laughing. “This is like a porno.”

“Don’t expect it to head that way, pervert.” You tease, and he laughs again.

“Don’t worry, that wasn’t what I was really thinking.”

“Liar.” You say, and he grins.

“Shh. There’s someone coming.”

“Ooh, can I film a confession?” You ask, giggling.

He laughs, “What are you going to confess?”

“I have a lot to get off of my mind, thank you very much.” You say, trying to cross your arms. The handcuffs stop you, and they clink irritatingly.

“I can tell you haven’t spent much time in cuffs.” He says, and you shrug.

“Just because I’m not getting arrested every ten minutes.”

“I haven’t been arrested for something I’ve actually done in nearly six months!”

You roll your eyes, and the door opens.

“How are you doing, Officer Winchester?”

Dean winks at you and turns to the other man. “Oh, she’s a tough one. Might want some breaking in.”

“You need any help?”

“I got this one, don’t worry.” He assures the guy, who leaves with a glare in your direction. “you just so happened to kill his brother.”

“I’m sorry, officer!” You say, your voice filled with false fear. “Please, don’t put me in jail.”

He doesn’t have time to answer as you’re flung back into the small house. You look around quickly.

“Are we out?” You ask, looking out of a window. He nods.

“I think so.” He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Oh, thank god. That was traumatizing.” You sigh, leaning into his body, glad it’s over.

He smiles, kissing the top of your head. “It wasn’t so bad. That perfume advert was good. You should buy some of it.”

You roll your eyes. “Whatever floats your goat. C’mon, I’m hungry.”

2.8k Wedding Planner AU for @cockslutcollins because I missed her birthday and she’s been so helpful and amazing to me over the past couple of months. Thank you Lee!!!!!!

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Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak were the most sort-after wedding planners in the state. Having met for the first time after Castiel joined the company five years ago, they had become inseparable friends, often helping each other with the other’s clients. 

Bearing this is mind, it came as a complete shock to Dean, one day in early August, when Castiel walked into his office to announce his engagement. 

If Dean hadn’t already been sat behind his desk his legs may well have given way. His heart dropped out of his chest. He didn’t even know Cas had been going out with anyone. He scanned his mind, trying to think of any clues Cas may have given to this seemingly secret relationship but he drew up nothing. 

‘Wow Cas, way to surprise a dude.’ Dean said, stunned. ‘Who is this person and since when were you seeing anyone?’

‘Her name is Louise. We’ve been dating for roughly six months now.’

Dean’s mouth fell open. ‘You’ve been dating this girl for six months and you didn’t tell me?! We’ve been best friends for five years, man! We see each other every day!’

‘It never came up, Dean. I didn’t purposely keep this from you.’ Cas said defensively.

Dean sighed, dragging his hand down his face. ‘I know, dude, I’m sorry. You just shocked me. I’m happy for you, I really am.’ He plastered a smile on his face, stood up from where he was sat and crossed the room to give his friend a congratulatory hug. The smile died on his lips as soon as it was out of Cas’ sight.

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Undeniable (Part 4)

Series Summary: Reader is Sam’s roommate and best friend at Stanford. When Sam’s older brother Dean comes to visit, the reader is forced to get to know him, whether she wants to or not.

Word Count: 3600 (not even a little bit sorry)

Warnings: cursing, drinking?

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Finals are coming up and are about to kick my ass. Also, don’t hate me for this part…

Tagging: @thosefreakingwinchesters @sevenbillionpeoplebabe @satan-squared (you changed your URL on me you sneaky thing) @liger26 @assbuttwritings @trash-dean @galactictoastxd1 @cheshire-cat-12345 @isaxbella749 @lovelifelovebooks (Gif below not mine!)

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Want to catch up? Read parts 1, 2, and 3 here! Undeniable Series Masterpost

Almost two weeks had passed. Almost two weeks since Dean had left early and returned to Kansas, without so much as a goodbye. Dean had given Sam the excuse of needing to go back home for work, but you doubted that was the truth. You knew you were the reason. You felt it in your gut every time you thought about it.

That Saturday had been perfect. It had seemed like you and Dean had bonded, a comfortableness forming quickly that you rarely found with people. And then you had ruined it, pouring your heart out to him about your life. Sunday, Dean had been cold, seeming to distance himself from you. Since then, you had replayed your time with him in your mind over and over, wondering where it had gone wrong. What you could have done to make him leave.

Sam had commented a few times that you seemed off, asking if you were ok, but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit that it was because of his brother. You were keeping that to yourself, mostly out of embarrassment. Dean hadn’t even been around for more than 48 hours, yet somehow had managed to get under your skin.

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I disagree with the widely held opinion that Metatron doesn’t understand the difference between Castiel being in love with humanity, and being in love with a human. The reveal about the naked Deans in the heaven tailored to Castiel by Metatron just strengthened my earlier interpretation of his motivation (and I have to say, I believe MC was telling the truth, because it’s completely with the rest of what we have been shown about Metatron’s character).

Metatron knows Castiel is in love with Dean, absolutely. His line about being in love, with humanity was a wink, wink, nudge, nudge to his knowledge of the fact that their love has taken on an erotic component to it recently. Metatron knows that Castiel desires Dean, because in addition to the heaven thing, which was meant to injure Castiel, he started his story to Castiel in Metafiction with a very specific hook.

Let me tell you a story, Castiel, about Dean Winchester who is wet and naked and full of need for you.

Metatron knows, but he doesn’t understand.

Because he doesn’t know love. And he doesn’t know desire. He covets.

God’s scribe has broken all of the ten commandments (there are only two angels that could have fathered the Nephilim: Gabriel and Metatron), but especially he is breaking the tenth. Because it’s the breaking of the tenth commandment that leads to the breaking of the rest of them. He wrote down the commandments, but he did not read them.

He doesn’t understand.

Castiel does desire Dean (in which way you want to interpret it is up to you). But it’s so much more than that. He wants Dean to the extent that he’s willing to give him up (“To keep them away from you!”). He loves Dean so much he’ll take Dean’s hate and anger and pain and blame and old shoes and alcoholism, and come back for more. He doesn’t want to own Dean, because Dean is his whole world already.

So, Metatron clearly has figured out the erotic component to Castiel and Dean’s relationship, and he thinks his knowledge gives him an edge. That he’s found his weakness and can use this knowledge to injure Castiel.

But he hasn’t seen the smiles Dean has just for Cas. He doesn’t know that he thinks Cas is funny even though he’s not trying to be funny (“I made God laugh, twice!”). He doesn’t understand that it’s his weirdness and sensible shoes and the real human dignity in cleaning the bathroom and all of a hundred little things that make up Cas. Dean doesn’t love Cas because he’s wearing a holy tax accountant.

This is what Metatron doesn’t understand. Because he covets. He wants to possess. Love is about giving. It’s about opening up and allowing yourself to be possessed.

anonymous asked:

What about Winchesters and angry sex? Like when you do something to frustrate them and the only way to release the tension is to have sex with you? Would their styles be different?

I cannot imagine either one of the Winchesters taking out their anger on a significant other sexually. Not because they are saints (they aren’t), but because it doesn’t fit with their personalities. Dean would assume that the fight (or whatever it was) was his fault, and would feel too guilty to really take it out on you. Sam would probably 1. Give you both space by walking away for a bit or 2. Try to reason it out.

Oh, but imagine for a moment that everything went wrong. Imagine The Winchesters’ Very Bad, Very Long, Terribly Awful Day.

It starts with Sam forcing Dean to go suit shopping. He (rightly) says that they’ve been wearing the same second hand suits for eight years and not even federal agents would dress this badly. He takes Dean to a tailor and they buy “retired” rental suits, which Dean gripes about, claiming that only God and the suit know how many nasty asses have been in those pants before. Dean pays for the most expensive dry cleaning option available before he will put the clothes on his body.

Next up is lunch, and Dean has been looking forward to something good all morning, thinking maybe he wanted a chocolate shake, but it’s Sam’s turn to choose the lunch venue and fuck it, he chose the “locally farmed” joint and apparently they don’t locally farm chocolate. From that point on Dean refers to them only as the “grain-fed hippies”. And here, here is where the Winchesters part ways.

Sam was off to fill out credit card applications. Two years ago they’d needed a new batch and he and Dean had gone off to obtain some, the identities split between them. Dean had been approved for three credit card that day, Sam had come home with seven wads of paper contracts bearing approvals.

Seven.

Apparently Sam’s quiet competence and puppy dog eyes were good for more than free drinks at the theater and getting dates. He shrugged back into the no-longer-a-rental suit and headed off to Bank of America, flawless social security card and driver’s license intact- actually, six driver’s licenses intact. (There was a little place outside of Phoenix that specialized in creating identities and bothering others. Sam and Dean had done one of the higher ups a favor of a spectral variety a few years back, and they got fresh socials for a fraction of the street value.)

Sam sat down in the waiting room, trying not to fiddle with the end of his tie. A smiling bank lady came out of a glass-walled office. “Mr. Austin?”

Sam stood, slapped a smile on his face, and shook her hand. And so it began. Sam entered a hellish cycle of smile, shake, chat. Social security number, birthday (they always used Mary’s so that they could remember it), security questions, background check, sign here sign here sign here.

And then he went to the next bank or store and he did it. Again.

After gaining cards for five of the six identities (apparently their contact thought it would be funny to give them false ties to the Russian Mob) Sam was Done. He was sick of the weird smelling suit, tired of the fake names and fake smile and plain old fake everything. And that’s why this was his reaction when he met you in a bar over a whiskey double and you asked his name: “Sam fucking Winchester.”

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an au where Dean is a tailor and cas needs to get a suit tailored bc he’s the best man at anna’s wedding and he wants to look fine af

dean tailors his suit all the while thinking that cas is the one who is getting married bc he never mentioned it was his sisters wedding, and dean gets sad bc cas is super handsome and he wanted to ask him out

dean is one of the best tailors in town and he never makes mistakes, but cas starts picking at the suit and making things wrong just so he can go see dean

one day cas goes in all fidgety and angsty and asks dean out but cas is super awkward and dean gets really offended bc he thinks cas is trying to cheat on his partner.

but then cas explains that, no he isn’t the one getting married, and that yes I was the one messing up my suit, but he only did it bc he wanted to see dean

then cas asks dean to attend the wedding with him, and dean goes.

the next time dean tailors a suit for cas, it’s for their wedding

Alterations (ao3)

ANobleCompanion & xaandria (23,235; R)

Summary: 

Business is tanking, and Cas is facing the very real possibility that he may lose his livelihood as a tailor. Can one client, no matter how attractive, really make a difference?

Written for the Dean/Cas Big Bang 2014

Comments:  R borders on NC17.  Dean is a dog-walker ((DOGS!)).  Cas is a tailor and has an adorable love of his job  Drama Source: Cas’ paranoia about dating clients.  The whole saving the business thing is actually not all that ominous.  I liked Meg’s (brief) portrayal of Cas’ landlady.  Butter the cat.

I am kinda surprised by the lack of Destiel posts considering Dean said that it doesn’t matter where happiness comes from regarding a significant other, as long as you have it and don’t let it go. 

…I mean, that’s seriously almost tailored towards Dean/Cas.