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destielisgonnabecanon  asked:

hey there, i'm writing an essay about how destiel is real for a friend of mine and I was wondering what you think the most important pieces of meta that i should put in? can you recommend anything?

Hi - wow, that’s some dedication. All I did for my friends was send them some links - and, on one memorable occasion, I spent one entire 30 minutes conversation occasionally glancing at my (female&blinded by heteronormativity) friend’s lips instead of looking at her eyes, and by the end of it she was uncomfortable af and half convinced I was into her, and that’s when I presented her with a list of gifsets like -

- and basically dropped my mic and sashayed out.

(Man, I wish my hair was long enough to be flicked back.)

She changed her mind after that, by the way. And it’s really weird how most behaviours and gestures are used on screen precisely because we understand them as human things we all do on a deep level, and yet we’re suddenly unable to figure out what they mean if they’re not about a man and a woman. Uh.

(That applies to me as well, by the way. We see what we know about, not what is actually there, and that’s just inevitable - but can be unlearned, with some patience and many, many mistakes.)

Anyway, here are a bunch of things - I hope they’re useful.

Also, the entire S8, which was basically a demented Jane Eyre AU, and the entire S11, because, again, that Amara thing didn’t make sense without Destiel subtext, and finally @deanswingsbothways’ drunken rant (spoiler: contains the line “Destiel is not a story we are telling each other. Destiel is a story we are being told.” and bless).

You should also consider pimping your essay a bit, because there are a lot of posts and gifsets about how Destiel is regularly paralleled with canon couples on Supernatural, or follows the same rules as romantic relationships in movies. Here’s a bunch of them: Destiel and Sam/JessDestiel vs Dean/AnnaDestiel vs Sam/Amelia, Destiel vs David/VioletDestiel and Spuffy, Destiel and Clexa, Destiel and Phoebe/ColeDestiel vs Charlie/Gilda, Destiel vs every other couple on SupernaturalDestiel and Lucifer having funDestiel and romantic movies, Destiel and the Doctor, Destiel and Belle/Rumplestiltskin, Destiel and Tangled, Destiel and Saileen, and, of course, the beautiful and despairing trainwreck that was Repo Man.

And finally, there was that one time I went crazy and spent an entire weekend mapping every single love trope they’ve ever used around those two idiots in love, because I was just that fed up and the thing’s there, okay, and the more they say it’s not the more layers of tropes and mirrors and longing glances and narrative parallels they keep slathering on top of this thing, so, whatever and who even knows. At this point, you’re free to say it’ll never go canon because they’re homophobic or assume their audience is homophobic, and you’re free to say it’ll never go canon because of internal narrative reasons (God knows both Dean and Cas are never going to believe they’re actually good enough for each other), but to say there’s nothing there at all - that’s beyond whatever.

Anyway, my post is here, and these were the final conclusions:

As you may have guessed, this is something I’m sort of interested in - I came for the monsters and started to reblog stuff out of spite when I realized I was being treated like a crazy fangirl who sees love everywhere because women (right). If you’re looking for more sugary goodness, I tag stuff as destiel, spn meta (my own opinions), awesome meta (other people’s opinions), love tropes and parallels, and you can also have a look at some excellent meta writers who have eyes and therefore see Destiel and sometimes discuss it - people like @elizabethrobertajones​, @grey2510​, @tinkdw​, @bluestar86​, @mittensmorgul​, @floralmotif​, @k-vichan, @treefrogie84, @thevioletcaptain or @postmodernmulticoloredcloak (and I know I’m forgetting someone - that’s what sleeping four hours does to you, sorry). So, again - I know this post is a bit ‘join our cult’ (which is what you asked for, but still), but really - what I like about this fandom is that we can talk about stuff and we can disagree about stuff and still be friends, but this new idea currently spreading in the real world like wildfire - that not only you can have your own opinions (totally legit), but you can also have your own facts - nope. I hope your friend reads your essay (you’re welcome to share it, by the way) and sees that yes, there’s objectively something going on. If they still don’t, the final test is, “What if Cas were a woman? Would you see it then?” 

(And we all know the answer to that question, don’t we?)

Seriously, good luck.

EDIT - More great meta

( @destielisgonnabecanon - you’re welcome! Go win that bet! 😁)

kajuned  asked:

A very random question but in your opinion, what's the difference between plot-drive and character-driven stories?

I’ve been staring at this message in my inbox for days now, and on top of being a long-debated question regarding writing in general, I think it’s also incredibly relevant to the structure of Supernatural specifically. And because of that I’ve been half excited about and yet half dreading trying to answer this.

Not dreading in a bad way, but dreading because I know this is gonna turn into some kind of patented Mittens Uses Too Many Words To Say The Thing sort of post. Because I have FEELINGS about this. :P

Let’s start with the basics, and I’ll explain why this is a much debated thing. Seriously, just google “plot vs character driven writing” and each link you click will offer a different assessment of what this means. I mean, just speaking about Romance novels as a specific, some people would characterize them as “plot driven” and others as “character driven,” depending on your understanding of what is meant by those terms. It’s… confusing.

Because a character driven story is one which obviously HAS a plot which advances throughout the story, but it’s the character’s emotions and choices and personal growth that DRIVE the plot forward.

A plot driven story is one in which the character may also experience emotional growth and make choices and everything, but in reaction to an external plot that draws the character along in its wake.

All stories incorporate both character and plot development (hopefully! or otherwise why would we bother reading them. This reminds me of my favorite English teacher who taught a class called Literature of Changing Times. I think I’ve mentioned her before *waves hi at Mrs. Proenza if you’re out there reading this. You are awesome, btw*. First day of class when we were going over the reading list, she said, “Ha! Jokes on the admins for approving this class, because ALL literature is about changing times, and this just gives me an excuse to teach y’all my favorite books!”

That was an awesome class, because it was obvious how much she loved every book we studied, and it definitely carried through in OUR enthusiasm for the subject. She basically was the one who taught me how to be passionate about stories.)

So yes, all writing will have elements of a plot moving forward, and characters who are hopefully relatable and whose motivations we understand and/or sympathize with, and sometimes it’s hard to tell if a story is more driven by the external plot or the internal character motivations because both seem important.

Now, specifically relating to Supernatural. Taken as a whole, the series has used both character driven AND plot driven stories, sometimes simultaneously. I’ve heard one description in an old meta ages and ages ago that SPN was actually telling us two different stories based on whether you were looking at it through Sam’s perspective or Dean’s.

Short tangent to explain: Sam’s story has largely been plot driven, and that meta I mentioned above compared it to the traditional story structure of the Horror genre. An external force acts on a character, the character is forced to react, make choices based on those outside influences, and thus growth and change happens for the character. Dean’s story (aside from during the MoC arc, when Dean was literally acted on by an outside force) has largely been character driven, similar to a character in a traditional Fantasy genre story where the character is the one who goes chasing after the plot, and his emotions and choices drive that plot forward.

But it’s more complicated than that, because of course it is. :P

Obviously that’s reducing things to their absolute simplest form, but Sam’s narrative began when an outside force literally acted on him, with Azazel dripping demon blood in his mouth. That obviously drove the plot forward, setting up everything that’s happened in the entire series in the opening scenes of the pilot episode.

But Dean’s story really begins (again, in the pilot episode) because he has an emotional need for Sam to help him find their father. That ALSO drives the action of the story forward, because without Dean’s internal motivation, the rest of the plot wouldn’t have happened, either.

Using the Carver Era (s8-11), you can really see the difference between a character driven narrative and a plot driven one. See by my personal bias in the following description if you can tell which style of storytelling I personally prefer:

Early s8 began with a HUGE dose of character driven plots. Dean comes back from Purgatory without Cas and is basically pining or in mourning. Sam’s been on an extended vacation playing house with Amelia. Dean’s internal drive to “fix the plot,” i.e. find and save Kevin, drives the early part of the season while Sam feels a little resentful of being dragged away from his “normal” life.

Then Cas miraculously turns up, they find Kevin, and suddenly they’re learning about other tablets that exist in the world. In a plot-driven world, they would’ve sought out the tablets and probably destroyed them. They wouldn’t start making these huge universe-altering decisions based on the information they learn from Kevin Tran, Prophet of Chuck.

The whole Trials storyline begins as a character-driven story. It’s their united motivations (Sam and Dean), their internal desire to accomplish this thing, that gets the ball rolling. And Dean intends to be the one to carry this burden of the trials, until fate hands that burden to Sam. Once again, outside forces have turned the course of the story. So Sam is the one who again must react TO the plot. Dean spends most of the rest of s8 reacting to Sam’s reactions, supporting him through the trials, but also emotionally attaching himself to Castiel’s story.

Cas spent most of s8 in a similar narrative position to Sam, except he didn’t even realize it. He believed he was acting on his own emotional choices much of the time (turning off Angel Radio, deciding to be a hunter, and then deciding to reconnect in order to answer prayers– we see him healing a baby and generally trying to do good in the world). Yet all along, he’s being acted on by outside forces and is literally being mind-controlled. So he believed he was driving his own plot, when behind the scenes his plot was being driven for him.

At the beginning of s9, Sam is again put into a situation much like Cas’s during s8 where he BELIEVES he’s in charge of his story, while unbeknownst to him he’s actually got an angel in the driver’s seat. Sam’s being dragged along by that plot again. But it was Dean’s internal motivation that directly put him in that situation.

Finally it’s Dean’s turn to make a choice that leads to a self-sacrifice he believes is the only way to regain control of the plot (Abaddon! Must! Die!), and takes on the Mark of Cain without reading the fine print. Thus begins what we BELIEVE is an internally motivated story for Dean, because for A FREAKING YEAR the show was telling us through parallels and the narrative itself that the Mark was a curse and what we were seeing was a change INTERNAL TO DEAN. Heck, it literally turned him into a demon. He wasn’t POSSESSED by the demon, it wasn’t an outside force acting on him, it was his very own most internal soul that had been transformed.

And then round about 10.15 the narrative pulled a 180, yanked the rug out from under a year’s worth of narrative buildup of an intensely INTERNALIZED (i.e. CHARACTER DRIVEN) story for Dean and said WHOOPSIE NOPE IT’S ACTUALLY AN OUTSIDE FORCE CONTROLLING DEAN! You thought he was actually growing as a character but nope we’re taking this one step below Fuckhands McMike territory and blaming EVERYTHING that’s happened on this big scary Dark external force! The plot basically pantsed us all.

Suddenly, after two and a half years of mostly character-driven storytelling, everything shifts and everyone’s chasing after the plot again. Dean loses ALL control over the thing inside him as he’s hopelessly dragged off by the Darkness.

And then in 10.23, Dean wrests control back over his own story by literally killing Death, while Sam and Cas have set events in motion that free Dean from the Mark of Cain and release it into the world at large instead.

Now obviously a huge portion of s11 is plot driven– their reactions to having released the Darkness and their scramble to fix what they broke as it spreads across the land. But even from the start of the season, the narrative gradually shifts into a nice balance between plot and character driven stories, where the two really begin to merge together (even on a subtextual meta level).

Another interesting aspect of Supernatural is the two types of episodes– the Mytharc (which are largely plot-driven) and the MotW (which are usually one-off monster hunts with an internal plot driven structure– MUST SOLVE THE CASE AND SAVE THE PEOPLE AND KILL THE THING!– but are generally propelled by a spurt of introspection and character growth. These are the episodes where they aren’t just acting and reacting to the Big Plot Things, but actually experience growth and change themselves).

And this is why I LOVE s12. It’s almost entirely character driven, even with the overarching plots. The main focus isn’t so much the motives of the Bad Guys and our Intrepid Heroes trying to save the world from them. It’s about the characters own personal emotional growth, how their choices affect the narrative (and yes, even Sam’s choice to work with the MoL is really a CHOICE and not something he was compelled by the plot to choose. His personal internal desires led him to that choice, and are now leading him AWAY from that choice, but it’s still been a real choice for him. Same with Cas and the choices he’s been making, and even CROWLEY, in choosing not to lock up Lucifer properly (or just kill him already ffs).

Dean is at the center of all of this, acting as that strange force of balance he’d achieved in 11.23. He’s not so much driving the story with his emotional choices, but sitting at a weird central axis while the story takes place all around him. He’s pulling a string here and there and waiting to see what budges.

I LOVE THIS. It’s glorious chaos, and I feel like Dean, sitting all zen-like in the middle of a huge unraveling sweater.

Okay, I confess. I don’t necessarily prefer one style of storytelling over the other (though I am a Dean girl, so I guess I probably do prefer a character driven story… and even Cas’s story has long been about his acquisition and proper application of Free Will, learning about humanity and making choices for himself, so while he’s experienced huge swaths of character development and growth it’s not entirely been character driven growth…). And I adore Supernatural’s complicated blend of the two.

I just really hated the bait and switch of late s10. You know that gif of Bart Simpson where he’s playing the video frame by frame and says something like, “you can pinpoint the exact second his heart rips in half?” Yeah. it’s like in 10.15 there’s a record scratch and suddenly we’re watching the freaking Stynes grab the plot by the short and curlies and yanking it in an entirely unforeseen direction. Like, out of left field. Like they picked up Baby off a coastal highway and plonked her down in a muddy field to spin her wheels, jarring. That’s what they did with the narrative.

After 10.23, once the plot had been suitably yanked around where they wanted it, the narrative structure AND the plot itself became about finding another way, a better way, a balanced and unified way. And since then it’s largely stayed on track.

How did I turn a simple question into this? It’s who I am as a person. I hope that’s okay. :P

Phone Calls

Words: 1.7k

Summary: Set during 12x12. Unable to join the hunt due to a previous injury, you’re left with only updates via phone call.

Warnings: Feels trip (I almost cried writing it)

A/N: 12x12 messed me up. So I had to write about it. I think there’s gonna be a sequel. Master tag list is at the end, let me know if you’d like to be added.


“I wish I could be more help, guys.” You would have gone with to help on the hunt Mary called about, but you had been nursing a nice set of broken ribs. You could have called Castiel to come fix them, but you didn’t want to bother him. He was busy trying to track down Kelly Kline; and trying to find the devils baby-mama was a little more important than your ribs.

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anonymous asked:

Well basically the confession sender is a new fan and asked how much of the fandom's writers' speculations usually turn out to be correct. I don't follow meta writings much but I've seen your posts on my dash a few times. So if you don't mind :)


Well, I’m really new to fandom and meta writing, I only started this season, so I’m not an authority on this in the long haul, but others can probably tell you way better if they want to jump on this post!

In fact I was very shameless about reblogging some of my old meta’s from early season 12 and pointing at them being like - SEE!!! :p I’ve added a few links below where relevant and where I could find them in my tags…

From what I can say from season 12 at least, because that is where I jumped on board…. The meta writers of which I am one from the off said:

- Dean is Sam’s parent. CHECK.

- Dean has to let Sam go to become an adult, let him get out of being the child, they can then work on the same level now as real BROTHERS and not a parent / child dynamic and they will function better like this. MASSIVE FAT CHECK. Dean saves Mary and Sam takes down the Mol, SEPARATELY but supporting each other.

ENDING THE TOXIC CODEPENDENCY    *Tink cries tears of joy*.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

- Amara is the exposition for Dean’s feelings and Mary is going to be her extension, therefore Mary will help Dean on his path to self awareness and self acceptance. MASSIVE FAT CHECK.

- Mary through being not what they WANT but what they NEED will make the boys grow into themselves and in the end be happy even though it will probably happen by her being not what they want. CHECK. 

- Mary will also help Sam on his path to self forgiveness. Yes, she did, through taking on the blame for his demonic arc via Ramiel then eventually actually saying it to Sam, CHECK. But this will continue forwards too, its not completely done.

- The theme of blood v found family throughout the early season 12 MoTW episodes being KEY to the season and next season re: Jack. CHECK, but Jack still to come, but I’m pretty confident about this lbr.

- The metaphorical death of Dean Winchester = Performing!Dean. CHECK.

- The freaking cucumber water, which antis made fun of meta writers for but was PROVEN TO BE ABSOLUTELY THE METAPHOR WE ALL SAID IT WAS WHEN PERFORMING!DEAN CAME TO THE CLIMAX IN 12x22. CHECK. We are gonna see so much of this in season 13. I’m so ready :D

- The death of Crowley (we weren’t sure if a permanent death or a transformational death, but Mark S really made that choice it seems) as a metaphor for this metaphorical death of Dean because Crowley = Dean’s dark side, which is the part that he has now reconciled within himself and has “died”.

- The actual death of Cas by being stabbed with an Angel blade. CHECK.

- ALL my own personal “break up theory” meta about how Cas and Dean needed a BIG IMPACTFUL BLACK MOMENT and a separation at the end of season 12 to forward their romantic arc into the next phase, aptly entitled “winning him back”. You can’t get a much bigger black moment than a right in front of the other’s face stabbing to death with their grace literally exploding and you collapsing in a heap next to them in shock… MASSIVE CHECK.

- That the theme of brainwashing/agency would become important. CHECK.

- Ketch would be killed by either Mary or Dean or more likely a combination of both due to his interactions with them (he is Dean’s toxic masculinity as well as a bad guy and part time John metaphor). CHECK.

- Neither of the boys would kill Toni. CHECK.

- Mick would die (Cas parallel). CHECK.

- Sam to take the mantle of the leader of the MoL / hunter community. SO MUCH CHECK I YELLED AT THE TV.

- The grenade launcher is a giant metaphor for Performing!Dean and his walls coming down. MASSIVE FAT CHECK. Toni even SAID it was a metaphor :D

- Once Dean lets go of being Sam’s parent and feeling the need to protect him from himself and their past (as @postmodernmulticoloredcloak talks about, the sanitation of the story), Sam will learn more about their childhood and how this affected DEAN. Dean will open up more and be more true to himself, he will move forwards with his self acceptance arc. THIS WILL BE SEASON 13.

So yeah…. so much, and I’m sure there are loads of individual ones I’ve forgotten, and these are just from season 12 nonny :D

Headcanon: When Sam and Dean were kids, they used to wrestle a lot, especially when they both wanted something (the remote, just to name one). John used to physically put himself between them as soon as he felt like they were going to hurt themselves, trying to separate them. It usually ended up in a tickle fight dad vs sons, who made peace just to have a chance to win.

(Usually, John surrendered to make them happy)

So I saw a post about Sam and Cas being friends, and since I always write them as such, I figures I might write an introduction. Also, friends Dean and Jess for the win.  

“It’s just… weird.”

“If you are saying what I think you’re saying, Winchester, I’m throwing that ring right back into your face.”

He laughed, able to tell that Jess didn’t mean it.

“Nah, I don’t have a problem with it being a guy. God knows he’s been mooning over Doctor sexy long enough for me to figure certain things out. It’s just - Dean is in a relationship”.

“Yes he is” Jess confirmed, still not understanding.

“In a relationship”.

She raised an eyebrow.

“In a committed, monogamous relationship. My brother”.

“I don’t find that surprising. Remember Lisa?”

“I do, that’s why it’s strange! We all know how it ended…”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think you underestimate your brother sometimes”.

“Yeah” he said, mustering his girlfriend - no, fiancée - cook the meat because she was convinced he was far better at preparing salad than “anything substantial”. “Maybe you’re right”.

After all, the last thing he would have expected was Dean being so open about his attraction to guys.

And, if he was being honest, Dean sounding so smitten. After he had listened to his brother vainly trying to describe the exact shade of his new boyfriend’s eyes, he had decided he had to meet him.

Because apparently Cas was going to stick around for a according to Dean’s wishes.

Cas. Castiel. The name of an angel, said the man himself, and Dean didn’t seem far away from taking it literally.

He smiled.

It was nice to know that his brother was happy. They hadn’t had the easiest start in life. Dean deserved all the luck he got.

And if Cas held what Dean promised, it was indeed a stroke of luck that they had met.

Not because he was a well-paid lector in one the country’s biggest publishing companies but because he was nice to Dean and constantly surprised him with dates or burgers at work.

Dean needed someone to take care of him.

So he was rather curious about this Castiel. And he really wanted to make a good impression himself.

He knew Dean.

His brother had surely talked him up beyond all reasonable measure.

Jess pushed a cup of coffee in his hands and smiled. They never needed much words.

Then it was six o’ clock and Dean, punctual as ever, was right at the door with his boyfriend.

“Sam, Jess, this is Cas” he announced and Sam didn’t believe he’d used that tone of voice for introducing anyone else than him yet.

He studied the blue-eyed man with the dark hair and serious smile; he was not what he would have supposed was Dean’s type, but it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered. Nothing except for the fact that Dean was grinning brightly and holding Cas’ hand and looking like he was on cloud nine.

Jessica was beaming back, obviously thrilled; and soon, Sam came to the conclusion that he agreed with her.

Because Cas wasn’t just nice. He wasn’t just smart. He wasn’t just charming in an admittedly now and then strange kind of way.

Sam had been wrong about him caring for Dean.

He adored Dean.

He corrected Dean when his brother put himself down again to compliment either Sam or his boyfriend, insisted he was smart, held his hand during dinner, talked about them taking a holiday when Dean had never been on a holiday - well, ever.

His brother was being spoiled.

And Sam loved every minute of it.

He hadn’t seen his brother blush that much since he was a high schooler and going out on his first date.

But he still really wanted to talk to Cas alone.

The opportunity presented itself later that evening when Jess forced Dean to help her put away leftovers - obviously with the design of allowing them to talk.

And it was only then that Sam realized that Cas was drawing as much confidence from Dean as Dean was from Cas (Sam had just about chocked on his drink when he’d mentioned casually that he was thinking of taking a course at community college).

He was avoiding Sam’s eyes.

“Cas? You okay there?”

He figured it was best to be direct. Dean had told him Cas was more comfortable with people telling him the truth than being polite.

It worked.

“I’m just - I want to make a good impression” he admitted. “You are very important to Dean, and I’m not really good with people - “

“Trust me, Cas, you’re good enough. Especially when you keep that smile on his face”. He paused. “Scratch that. ONLY if you keep that smile on his face”.

Cas’ eyes flew to the kitchen door, and he smiled, the soft, happy smile Sam recognized, the one he undoubtedly wore when he looked at Jess.

Cas was as much in love with Dean as Dean was in love with Cas.

“I intend to” Cas said softly.

Sam raised his glass.

“I’ll drink to that”.

“Do you think he likes him?” Dean inquired anxiously.

“Which way around?” Jess asked. “Sam - Cas or Cas - Sam?”

He glared at her. “Both, of course.”

“Dean” Jess sighed. If this was going were she thought this was going, then there was the hole problem in a nutshell. “First of all, yes. On both. And second: Would it matter?”

Dean had always been ready to drop anything and anyone when it came to Sam.

He frowned at her then declared, “No”.

That night, after they had left, Jess turned to Sam and said, “He’s going to marry him”.

She was proven right two years later.

yaelstiel  asked:

well so if we're on the fic recs, i am pretty sure i've seen you reply to this before but i don't know how i tagged it or if i reblogged it. do you have wincest hurt comfort (preferably hurt!sam comforting!dean? ) Thank you love <333

hi yaelstiel here we go, some hurt!Sammy with protective!Dean, and please, check tipsysam blog, if I’m correct, Hanna has a lot of hurt!sam in her fic-rec tag and she’s wonderful.

Dictionary for a Dead Language by britomart_is Under mysterious circumstances bitterly disputed by the historians, Sam Winchester said yes to Lucifer. Three years later, Lucifer is gone and the familiar landscape that the Winchesters once traversed is a burnt-out ruin of its former self — not to mention the damage done to Lucifer’s vessel. Trapped in a grotesque parody of domestic bliss with a brother he no longer recognizes, a shell-shocked Dean has no reason to believe that happy endings exist for men like the Winchesters.

Pins & Needles by theashopmuses A lot can change in an instant. Six months ago, Sam was injured in the course of a hunt that went terribly wrong. Now, there’s something in the woods of Michigan’s upper peninsula, stalking, beating, and killing people in the tiny town of Big Bay. A retired hunter calls Sam and Dean in to investigate, but they’re also still dealing with the aftermath of that hunt-gone-wrong, and the effect it’s had on their relationship.

The Three Kings Verse by cosmic_medusa. N/A: When I saw Sam sneaking out behind a dumpster to drink demon blood, I said aloud “oh…he’s an addict.” And, dealing with a loved one with addiction, it completely seized me. I love the show as a whole, and I suppose I long for a family as loving and open as the one I’ve attempted to create below, trying to base it completely off of the amazing canon themes of family Kripke created. As a blanket statement, please be alert to themes of drug abuse, alcoholism, child abuse, addiction, depression, and anxiety. I have done my best to address these themes with honesty, but also humor, and much, much love, which is what we’re all looking for, no matter what our issues and across all vices.

Stay The Distance by lazy_daze. (S/6)  Sam is dependent on Dean’s touch and closeness after the wall falls - Dean’s presence reminds him of why he chose to wake up, and keeps the memories at bay, allowing Sam to function. The brothers have to face up to what happens when their Winchester codependency becomes literal, and the physical, spatial and temporal boundaries of their bond blur the line between familiar and suffocating, comforting and limiting

Deeper Than Skin by Meigun-Blaze: When a sudden snowstorm has Sam remembering Hell and his body temperature dropping, Dean has to get him warm again, using any means necessary

Under Sufferance by veronamay From this prompt on blindfold_spn:  Sam/Dean, touch-starvation.  Besides other things, Lucifer touch-starves Sam in Hell as punishment (Sam did fall in the Pit with his entire body and all…). Once out, Sam cannot bring himself to ask Dean despite how badly he needs it. Dean needs to realize what Sam’s problem is, and how to get himself to help, since constant touching doesn’t exactly come naturally to him.Set between seasons 5 and 6.

Consider the Hairpin Turn Masterpost by cherie_morte : AU of 6x22: Sam’s wall has shattered and the memories in his mind have splintered. When the Sam who remembers Hell tells him to go find Jess and be happy, Sam knows he can’t stay while Dean needs him. But when the Sam from Hell says that Dean is already there looking for him, Sam leaves his memories of the pit behind to find him. What he finds is a life he doesn’t remember: a house that he shares with his brother (and has for years), a law career he thought he’d left behind at Stanford, and a relationship with Dean he never dreamed he could have. Life is almost too good to be true, at least until Sam begins to hear his brother’s voice calling to him, begging him to wake up

Under The Falling Sky by slf630 For this prompt at the kink meme: After leaving the chapel, Sam and Dean get into the backseat of the impala. At first it’s just big brother mode Dean making sure Sammy is okay, but it slowly turns sexual as Dean realizes how close he got to losing his little brother. Lots of kissing, gentle sex because Sam is pretty beat up, cookie points if you pay homage to the season 3 finale with comments such as “I got you”.

General Shooting and its sequel Making it through by callistosh65. mild R of the Sam/Dean variety - which is mostly because Sam is not feeling well and Dean has a potty mouth.
Dean: “Sammy, I need you to be honest with me from here on out, man.”
Sam: “You’re right. And I will be.”
-8.17. Goodbye Stranger-

Two souls!verse (WIP) by mlebayre This is mostly AU. I’ve taken cannon and events from all four seasons, but they are more references than spoilers. In this verse Sam never dies, so Dean never makes his deal

Invisible line by: TiTivillus   Cole’s first mistake was going after Dean. His second mistake- the one that would cost him his life- was hurting Sammy. Season 10, Hurt!Sam, Protective!Dean (sunshinesamwinchester  I’m still searching for season 10 fics,maybe this can works for you?)

11x19 Coda: Extended Conversation with Cesar

They drove in silence, Dean chanced a glance to the side every so often. They’d discussed everything that was normal for two unknown hunters working together.

What got you into the life, your plan to get out of the life. Who you’re in the life with.

He knew about revenge and what it felt like when you finally got it. He felt the pang of disappointment when he wasn’t satisfied. He also knew that he had to keep saving people, but it wasn’t like that for everyone. Especially not the ones who had someone special.

Someone like Cesar, for instance. Who was married to his hunting partner, who could have a happy normal domestic existence once their revenge was complete.

Dean just couldn’t wrap his head around it. Two guys hunting together, sure. But they were married, and happy, and normal. He wished he could have that. With a guy, with a girl, with anyone. He couldn’t possibly fathom having a person to share this kind of life with.

Well, almost couldn’t. He and Sam were hunting partners, always had been, always would be. But no matter what the fans on the online forums said, he just didn’t feel that way for his brother.

Then there was Cas. Another person, well, angel, who could share this life with him. Who he wouldn’t mind being able to touch whenever he wanted. Whose smile made his stomach flip and his heart race. Dean just didn’t know how he could possibly ever broach that subject.

Or if he would ever get the chance to.

He glanced sidelong at Cesar again; a seemingly butch male who could pass for straight, but was happily married to a man. Had been for as long as Dean and Cas had known each other.

“So-” Dean cleared his throat awkwardly, unsure of what was about to come out of his mouth, “Have you, uh, always liked men?”

It was a horrible way to ask, he knew that. He just wasn’t sure how to formulate the question properly. He legitimately wanted to know if the guy had always been gay or if it was strictly for Jesse. Maybe he was into both, who knew.

Cesar’s answering laugh was more than a little bitter and defensive.

“You know,” he began, his tone told Dean that he hadn’t asked right and was about to get chewed out, “you’re not the first hunter Jesse and I have encountered who questioned my sexuality. It’s like you all think the same way, that I made a choice to love a man. It’s who I am, you know, I can’t change that because you think it’s wrong.”

“Woah-I, no- what-” Dean tried to salvage the moment, but Cesar cut him off.

“I’ve always been attracted to men, yes I know, shocker. Someone as burly and manly as myself, has always liked men. There was a time when I thought I liked women more, sure, but there was always something missing. I could never fully commit myself to them because it wasn’t what I wanted.”

He looked at Dean then, his eyes shining with a fury and a purpose, and with honesty.

“When I met Jesse, though, I knew it was right. The way he made me feel, not only about myself, but about my impact on the world. My impact on him. He told me I made him a better man, that I made him think outside of the box, that I expanded his horizons. I changed him for the better, and he changed me. I couldn’t see my life without him. He is my home. If you don’t believe that’s real love, then I have two words for you: fu-”

“Woah hey! No! Cesar!! Calm down, man.” Deans cheeks were a furious shade of red and he cleared his throat awkwardly, “No. That’s not why I asked. I believe you love Jesse, I believe it’s real, man. I’m not some homophobic asshat.”

“Oh.” Cesar breathed and then scratched at his neck awkwardly, “Sorry, I get a bit carried away about that stuff.”

“I understand. I’d be the same way, if-” Dean’s words caught in his throat, if what? If he were gay? If he and Cas got together? If he could openly accept himself?

“If you were as proud of yourself as I am?” Cesar was staring at him quizzically, but he was also looking right through Dean, as if he could see the real him. It made him squirm a bit; usually Cas was the only one who scrutinized him so.

“It’s not that I’m not proud, I’m just…”


“Yeah, I-I guess.”

“I went through that. For a long time. It never really made since until Jesse.” Dean half smiled as he thought of Cas and how the guy grounds him, how something as simple as a smile, a look, or a hand to the shoulder can make him feel ten times lighter, can make him feel right, “Do you have somebody like that?”

“I, uh… Yeah. I do… But he’s… Sort of lost right now.”

“Lost how?” Cesar frowned, Dean didn’t want to drag him into their problems.

“It’s a long story. I’ll tell you after we find these chitter sons of bitches. Gotta give Jesse his retribution.” Dean smiled a small hint of a thing at Cesar as he pulled up to the forest and threw the Impala into park. They’d talk after, and maybe these guys could help him find his way back home.

lizblogging  asked:

I just have to tell you, you have such a gorgeous way with words, and I am in love with the ways you describe Dean. First it was freckles in leather, then it was whiskey-and-pine eyes (I'm obsessed with that phrase), and in Pure it was "eyes that looked like deep-afternoon sunlight filtered through August leaves." These descriptions just take my breath away! You are a very talented writer, and I will read everything you write!

(I’m publishing this so I can keep it FOREVER AND EVER !)

THANK YOU! I love Dean, I love him so so much. And YES, let us discuss all of the pleasing physical attributes of Dean shall we?

Let’s talk about those shoulders. (The dark angel gif was made by the amazingly talented canoncanoff. It’s from Dark Angel, but ARE ANY OF YOU COMPLAINING? I think not.) Look at little Wee!Jensen. Even as a teenager he has these broad shoulders, even the BONES of his frame are wide and strong. As an adult, he has these amazing shoulders, shoulders that would make Michelangelo itch to pick up a chisel and do a Study Of Dean. Dean has shoulders wide enough to shoulder responsibility of the whole damn world, wide enough for someone to find shelter in, strong enough to rebuild a car and behead a vamp and dig a grave. His shoulders are perfect, and make my brain go hnnng.

And just LOOK at his obliques! As many (many) have pointed out, Dean/Jensen does not have a chiseled washboard six pack. I love it. He is slightly soft (NOT chubby, just… soft) but look at the outside of his abdomen; that upside-down U shape is the outline of his obliques, and they are unf. This is the belly of a man who likes beer more than cardio, but is still incredibly active. This is the body of a man who could piston his hips into yours over and over and over until your brain is mush and your body is a tight instrument that is playing whatever tune Dean pleases. 

These are thighs you could bite. These are thighs I would pay to bite. Again, while these aren’t the lean thighs of a swimmer or a distance runner, these are the kind of thighs that would be really great at supporting a hot, fast bout of up-against-the-wall nooky; a girl could wrap her legs around his waist and let him take care of the rest. These thighs can outrun ghouls and other creatures that stalk the night; these thighs can help kick though solid wood doors, these thighs would be PERFECT to snuggle between and watch the night sky. I have feelings about those beautiful thick bowlegs. Feelings. 

And finally, his PERFECT, PER-fucking-FECT face.  It’s weathered over the years and ONLY BECOME BETTER. He has little crows feet forming at the corner of his eyes from worrying about Sam and laughing at whatever he could; these are wrinkles earned through living life to the fullest. He has freckles, little sun drops kissed across beautiful high cheek bones. His jaw, OH GOD HIS JAW, it’s tough enough to take a hit or three, beautifully accented by a little bit of scruff, and almost as tough and determined as Dean himself.

Dean’s lips (especially that sinfully full bottom one, Jesus) look like porn when wrapped around a beer bottle, would know just what to do with a lady’s legs bracketing his ears, and make me want to nibble on them. 

Dean’s eyes… really, the word “green” is not an accurate description of these eyes. His eyes… they’re the gold-flecked moss of a fairy pool in the sun, the amber color of Tennessee’s finest, they can shift to the hue of a midwest sky right before a twister hits, or the warm buttery depths of Indian Summer sun filtering through broad oak leaves. His irises can shift between a deep whiskey gold to almost pine colored, and god do they have depth. They’ve seen what goes bump in the night, they’ve seen hell and blood and death and the end of hope. And yet they can sparkle and laugh still, after everything, and usually they are laughing while looking at Sam, because that’s the focus, that’s what this is about. 

lizblogging, thank you for giving me an excuse to objectify Dean. Mmm. I just love this man. 

yaelstiel  asked:

Aeren queen of fics! how are you this morning? I hope spain isn't too hot now. can I ask you for a fic, if you ever read one (even a short one) about the detox in s4 or s5? a fix fic for the detox scenes? if you have and even if you don't - have a wonderful day ♥

Detox!Sam Fic Recs

hello yaelstiel dear, sorry for the late reply, this week was pretty messed at home, these fics are what I can remember about the detox, mostly Gen but I think a few wincest there too :)

Here It Comes, There It Goes Again  What with detoxes and resoulings, Sam’s memories of the panic room can’t be good. So it’s unfortunate that they are under some supernatural siege at Bobby’s and retreating into the panic room and closing the door is the only way to be safe. Sam is in his right mind and he’s not tied down and no one is doing anything to him and he’s fine, he’s just fine. There’s plenty of ventilation, of course he can breathe. And he doesn’t need to open the door. The closed door is what’s keeping them safe. He does. not. need. the. door. open. He’s fine.

The Hashish-Eater The h/c fic challenge prompt here: Sam’s first panic room experience, please. Probably prior to being tied down. Sam’s craving for demon blood and his general hallucinatory state lead him to think that drinking from the only available source of demon blood on hand is a good idea. Said source? Himself.

Thirteen Conversations About One Thing This fic deal with the fll out after Lucifer Rising, plenty of Sam/Dean angst and supportive Castiel.

Thicker Than Water  Know how Dean took issue with Sam’s whole blood junkie problem? As well he should, yes. But, here’s the thing - he and Sam get cursed and wake up in the morning in the wrong body - Sam in Dean’s, Dean in Sam’s, and Dean has this itch, this hunger, this salivation, that won’t go away. He can’t stomach a burger or a steak or meat because it just makes everything worse, but life’s life and a job’s a job, so they keep working. But, when all’s said and done (with the job, not the curse) and Dean goes for a beer and Sam elsewhere, in comes Ruby. And God does he ever hate her on so many levels, but she smells so good and he wants what’s under her skin. He needs it. He has to have it. If you want to make me really happy and be a total bastard, you can flip them back and leave Sam with suffering the drying out in the panic room ordeal so that Dean has angst.

Empty Shells  This time is different. This time, it wasn’t Sam’s fault. This time, Dean won’t let his brother go through it alone. Missing scene/tag for 5x14 “My Bloody Valentine.” Rated T for Sam’s freaky hallucinations. 

Dependency   Sam has a demon-blood addiction. Maybe a 12-step meeting will help.

Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down   Exploring the ruins of Bobby’s burned-out house was not one of Sam’s better ideas.

Reset   (this is an AU, not what you were asking but a good reading  :P) Takes place in Season 5, where ‘My Bloody Valentine’ left off. The horseman Famine made Sam relapse into his demon blood habit, forcing Dean and Cas to lock him in Bobby’s panic room again. This is my take on the fallout.

Just finished rewatching 5x16.

Apart from the absolutely delicious way John is framed in that episode, which is 100% my jam, I’m still not sure I get where the ‘soulmates’ interpretation for Sam and Dean comes from. I’m aware it’s an old discussion, but since I’m fresh out of the episode, why not add some to it.

The things we learn about the nature of Heaven are:

- That there is a path that runs through it called the Axis Mundi

- That in certain special cases, like for soulmates, people can share a Heaven

- That normally, people are stuck in their own Heavens, however it’s still possible to hack the system and find ways to travel trough Heaven using its paths, i.e. it’s still possible to travel via the Axis Mundi and get access to other people’s Heavens that way

- That personal Heavens are places where you relive your happy memories

At the beginning, Dean is reliving the memory of one of he 4th of July’s he spent with his brother. Cas contacts Dean and leads him to find his representation of the Axis Mundi, that is a road, and through that reach Sam, who is in another part of Heaven, reliving a different memory. When Dean gets there, he is ignored by the other people in the room, by the people in Sam’s memories. From now on, we see the boys relieve different memories, all of which are either Sam’s or Dean’s. In Dean’s memories, the real Sam is not present and is ignored, and viceversa for Sam’s memories.

Their memories are what constitutes their Heavens, but all of them are separated. Even though they travel in them together, they are never really together in their Heavens, they are simply visiting together different rooms that either belong to one or the other using the Axis Mundi to move from one room, or memory, to another.

Dean even gets pretty offended that Sam seems to have a very different idea of Heaven than him, and accuses Sam of thinking of Heaven as all the times he left his family (and therefore left Dean, in Dean’s eyes), though it’s not how Sam interprets his happy memories, which for him have more to do with finally being independent and “away from Dad”.

In the end, Dean has concluded that Sam doesn’t feel about Dean the same way that Dean feels about Sam, considering how their happiest moments look so different.

So not only they don’t share memories, which are what makes up people’s Heavens, which therefore already means that Sam and Dean don’t share a Heaven, but Dean’s even upset about the way Sam’s Heaven looks. This is the last straw for Dean, who gives up his faith in the relationship with his brother, and in the end makes a point of throwing away the Samulet before Sam’s eyes, as if to show Sam that to him it has lost its meaning.

So I feel that the B-plot point of the episode that refers to the state of Sam and Dean’s relationship is pretty much sustained by the fact that Sam and Dean don’t share a Heaven.

So I just published a fic on's short so I thought I'd share it with y'all

Title: This Lovebug Again

Pairing: Destiel

Word Count: Around 1,700

Tags: (T Rating) Fluff, fluff, and more fluff; Awkward Sam; Oblivious Castiel; Human Castiel

A/N: This was a prompt fic :) Fair warning, I wrote the words “Lovebug” and my mind immediately went to the Jonas Brothers song by the same name (Sorry not sorry, I’m a child of the Jonas Brothers era) and couldn’t stop myself from inserting a few lyrics here and there. (Disclaimer: neither the Supernatural characters nor the Jonas Brothers Lyrics are mine)

Also, this fic takes place around season 8 (because I like to pretend that season 9 never happened). Cas is human, I guess I’m gonna say Cas never had sex with April, everyone’s happy about life for once…

Prompt text: Okay, so maybe cas notices how he starts to feel around dean, but doesn’t know it’s because he’s in love so he goes to Sam. Tells him about how his heart starts beating faster, those butterflies in his stomach and sometimes he gets hard;) just make it awkward for poor sammy and then ofc Destiel fluff:3


“Sam, why do you and Dean never see doctors?”

As per usual, Sam hadn’t heard Castiel enter the room, and the sudden gravelly voice behind him almost made him spill his coffee all over his lap.

“Dean is right, we definitely need to get you a bell,” he said, reaching over to place his coffee mug on a coaster. Cas wandered into his line of sight, moving to the armchair across from Sam and sitting cross-legged in it. He was wearing Dean’s AC/DC shirt and sweatpants—which were also probably Dean’s, given that the bottoms were folded over a few times and they looked kind of ratty.

They’d gotten the ex-angel his own clothes, of course, but he always seemed to opt for Dean’s. A habit Dean, surprisingly, never mentioned. If Sam so much as borrowed a tie, the older Winchester grumbled about it for days.

“We go to the Doctor’s if we absolutely have to, but otherwise it’s just an unnecessary hassle, you know? We have to fake identities, medical insurance, you get the idea,” Sam said. He chuckled. “Uh, every so often, Dean will see a Doctor to check for um…” he stopped himself, seeing Castiel’s open, curious expression, “uh, stuff.”

Castiel’s brows furrowed and he opened his mouth as if to ask.

“But anyways, if it’s not an emergency, we know some people in the hunting community who went to med school, and for other stuff we just use Web MD…uh, why do you ask?”

“I think I may be ill,” Cas said seriously.

“Oh,” Sam set aside his book, resting his elbows on his knees to look at Cas more intently. The ex-angel looked perfectly healthy, but then, Sam had no idea what the issue was. “What are your symptoms?”

Taking a deep breath, Cas thought it through. “Shortness of breath, dizziness, occasional headaches. Sometimes my heart starts beating faster for no discernable reason, um…” Cas shifted in his seat, glancing at the ground. A blush rose to his cheeks.

Oh boy. If it made Castiel uncomfortable, it really couldn’t be good. “Cas?”

“I get, um, erections whenever I—”

“Okay! Got it!” Sam stopped him, laughing nervously. He felt heat rising to his own cheeks.

“You can see why I didn’t want to talk to…to Dean about this,” Cas blushed.

“Yeah,” Sam smiled a little more sympathetically, “Okay, well believe it or not, the last part is actually, um, something you just have to deal with being, uh, you know, a human male and not actually something you have to worry about—”

“They’re frequent. And persistent.”

Sam frowned. “Okay, okay…give me a minute to think. Does your left arm ever hurt? Or does it ever feel like there’s a heavy weight settling on your chest?” Maybe all the red meat was finally getting to him and it was a heart thing? Dean wasn’t exactly teaching the ex-angel healthy eating habits.

“No,” the other man said thoughtfully.

“Okay, maybe it’s not a heart thing. Do you know if Jimmy had any health conditions or anything before you, uh…”

“Took the reins?” Cas supplied, smiling slightly. He shook his head. “Aside from a weak left ankle, Jimmy was perfectly healthy.”

Sighing, Sam ran his hands through his hair. He tucked a strand behind his ear and frowned. “Believe it or not, Dean may be better suited to figure this out…he’s the one that watches all the medical shows.”

“I don’t know how accurate the ‘medical shows'—” Cas brought out the air quotes, “—Dean watches are.”

“Fair point. Any other symptoms?”

“Oh! Yes. There’s always a strange feeling in my stomach. It’s difficult to explain…it’s almost a— he tilted his head to the side, squinting, "tingling?”

“Does it hurt?” Sam asked, a line appearing between his eyebrows.

“No,” the ex-angel shook his head slowly. “Like I said, it’s hard to describe.”

“But you’re feeling it right now?”

“No. I only experience the symptoms several times a day, and they usually only last a few minutes, but it depends…”

Sam rubbed at his eyes. “Wait. Hang on. The stomach thing—is it a nervous feeling? Sort of like there’s a ton of butterflies flying around in your stomach?”

Cas gave him a peculiar look. “That’s an odd way of describing it, but yes, I suppose.”

“What? No, it’s an expression…You know, 'butterflies in your tummy?’”

“Um…right. So this is a common phenomenon?”

Sam sank his face into his hands. “I do not get paid enough to deal with this,” he grumbled to himself. “Yeah, Cas. It’s pretty freaking common. I’m sure I don’t want to know the answer, but what are you…uh, thinking about when these symptoms act up?”

“Thinking about?” Castiel’s face scrunched up for a moment. But then the lines cleared away, replaced by a worried look. “Dean. It always happens when I’m with Dean.”

“Oh God,” Sam said, slapping a hand over his eyes. This situation couldn’t be any more awkward. “I figured as much.”

“Sam,” Cas asked with a note of panic, eyes impossibly wide, “Is it possible to be allergic to a person?”

Sam snorted. “You’re not allergic to Dean, Cas.”

“Oh,” the angel sighed, visibly relieved. “Do you know what’s wrong with me, then?”

“Yeah, I do,” Sam said, allowing himself a small smile, “Cas. I’m afraid you have a little something called a love bug.”

Cas frowned. “Is that a real malady?”

“No, its—” Sam sighed. No one understood his sense of humor. “You love him, Cas,” Sam said slowly, articulating every word.

Cas nodded just as slowly. “Yes.”

“No,” Sam sighed, cutting him off. Why did he always get stuck explaining all the awkward stuff to Castiel? Dean got to explain the fun stuff, like driving and food and movies, and then Sam was stuck with things like health issues and bowel movements and boners. “It’s different with Dean. You know it is. Cas you're—and I can’t believe I have to say this—you’re, you know, reacting to Dean's…physical presence. If you get what I’m saying.”

“Oh,” Cas said, nodding and clearly not understanding.

“You don’t get it.”


“There’s family love, but then there's…uh, romantic love.”

“Sam,” Cas interrupted, rolling his eyes. “I know what you mean, and I’m well aware of my feelings for your brother. But I don’t see what this has to do with my illness?”

“You—you know? Why haven’t you said anything to him?” Sam asked, almost forgetting the awkwardness of the situation.

“He doesn’t feel the same way, Sam. He couldn’t,” Cas sighed. “Besides, Dean is thoroughly heterosexual.”

“Okay, first of all, trust me: Dean isn’t as straight as he seems. I know from several horrifying, scarring incidents when we were younger,” Sam said, scrunching up his nose. “And another thing. Cas, we stay in a lot of motel rooms, and the wall between the room and the bathroom isn’t as thick as Dean wants to think. Believe me when I say he feels the same way.”

“Really?” Cas asked, perking up for the first time since the conversation started.

“Yeah, man,” Sam laughed.

“I really like him, Sam,” Cas gushed. “I can’t get his smile out of my mind, and…I think about his eyes all the time. He’s so beautiful, Sam, but he doesn’t even try…I just…” Cas sighed dreamily.

“Wow. You are completely head over heels, aren’t you?” Sam asked, part of him happy for the two idiots but another part of him wanting to sink into the couch when he remembered that Cas was talking about his big brother.

Cas frowned. “I don’t understand that expression.”

Sam huffed and rolled his eyes. “Course you don’t.”

Castiel’s frown deepened. “None of that will matter if I end up hospitalized and die in a few months from an unidentifiable disease.”

“Geez, you’re a melodramatic human,” Sam rolled his eyes. “You’re not sick, Castiel. It’s just—” Sam thought he might gag, “—sexual and emotional…um…reactions, you know? There are songs about it, and books, and movies.”

“I see. I’d almost rather be allergic to him. It would be less confusing.”

Sam laughed.

“Who are you allergic to?” a gruff voice asked from behind Sam. Sam snorted at Castiel’s expression—the man’s eyes grew comically wide and his cheeks turned a shade almost tomato-red.

“No one,” Cas said quickly, eyes pleading silently with Sam, who was shaking with laughter.

“Uh…okay?” Dean said, popping something in his mouth and dropping onto the couch next to Sam. “Whatcha talking about, then?”

“Cas thinks he’s sick,” Sam said, smirking just slightly at Castiel. The ex-angel narrowed his eyes at the younger Winchester.

“What?” Dean demanded, hopping off the couch and making a beeline to his angel’s side. He pressed the back of his hand to Cas’ forehead, hesitating only a second before dropping it to his cheek. “You don’t have a fever.” He sat on the armrest, angling his body toward Cas so he could look in the ex-angel’s eyes. “Are you, like flu sick, or sick sick? I could make you tomato soup, if you’d like.”

“Thank you, Dean,” Cas said, smiling sweetly up at his hunter. “But I don’t think it’s that kind of sickness.” Cas turned to say something to Sam, but Dean caught his chin and forced the ex-angel to look up at him.

“Hey, look at me, man. What’s going on?”

Castiel’s eyes widened and he tugged his chin away gently, looking at Sam. “Sam—”

“What’s wrong, Cas?” Sam asked innocently, raising his eyebrows and trying to keep the grin off his face. “Are your symptoms acting up?”

“Okay. I feel like I’m missing something here,” Dean said, looking pathetically confused and dejected. Sam decided it was probably time to clue him in.

“Cas, would you like to tell Dean what I told you?” Sam asked, smirking at Cas.

“Sam says I have something called a…” Cas shot Sam a final glare, “…a lovebug.”

Dean blinked down at him for a couple seconds. “A…what? Are you freaking kidding me right now? Dammit, guys! I nearly had a freaking heart attack! Wait…a what? Did you just say—did he just say lovebug?”

Sam grinned, thoroughly enjoying himself. “His symptoms: butterflies in his tummy, heart beating a little faster, weak at the knees…final diagnosis: Cas is in love.”

Sam almost regretted the teasing when he saw Dean’s expression. The poor guy looked like he’d been shot. No, Sam had seen him after he’d gotten shot. This was worse. Dean turned to Cas. “With who?” he asked quietly.


“And that’s my cue to leave,” Sam said, getting up and leaving before the love confessions could start. “And, uh, congratulations, you two, but please try not to be too loud when you, uh… you know.”

anonymous asked:

OK, confession time. I don't *hate* Dean, but I'm not his biggest fan either. I won't list why I think this because I don't want you to hate me (honestly I love your blog a lot and the last thing I want is to cause arguments!). But I would like to know your honest opinion on why you think Dean is your 'moon and stars', as you tag him. How would you justify this. Because I'm in 2 minds about him and have seen lots of negativity, but I don't agree with all of that either. I'm sorry if you hate me!

oh nooooo, lovely! i don’t hate you at all!!! ♥ everyone is entitled to their opinion and disagreeing is not the same as hating. and there is nothing that i love more than dean winchester meta, so here goes:

Keep reading

in which laurie rewatches ‘o brother where art thou’ and actually doesn’t hate it: a summary

(please note that this rewatch was done entirely with this meta in mind)

  • lucifer @ crowley: “you’re too kind… to yourself” not only is this fucking hilarious but i also missed it the first go round. i have no idea how. but it’s funny
  • lucifer’s reaction to seeing crowley for the first time is pure fury, mingled with annoyance. his reaction when sam is pointed out is an almost immediate shift into humor, obviously trying to cover something else up. what that something else is is unknown but clearly he feels less secure about himself re: that feeling than he does with his anger and disgust towards crowley. why should he try to hide his feelings from sam, a trend that then continues for the rest of the episode, instead of just outright show it? 
  • when sam says the darkness has been freed lucifer immediately shoots back with: “however did that happen?” it’s just sarcastic enough to be picked up on if you’re listening for it and clearly sam catches it, giving lucifer a self-deprecating little smile. lucifer knows the answer to his own question. and sam knows he knows. they’re playing off each other. this is an old song and dance and they both know all the words and all the steps. sam probably hates that he knows lucifer well enough, and vice versa, for them to pick up on that from each other, but the fact remains that they do, and sam looks more comfortable with that notion than he’s looked about anything in several seasons. including accepting dean as a demon
  • lucifer’s two main god-related quotes: “god says jump, everyone says ‘how high?’” and “god needs me to” [put amara back in lockdown]. essentially here he’s saying ‘i know you’re only here, paying attention to me, because someone else is making you’. tie-in with his earlier quote of “i don’t really get visitors”. is he lonely? well, he’d never admit that to himself or to anyone else. but it’s certainly implied
  • the pacing and bar-grabbing he does throughout the episode is a brilliant acting choice on pellegrino’s part. lucifer is looking and acting exactly like a caged animal that has been cooped up and alone for far too long and is now finally getting to expend some of his enormous energy on a task. yes it’s all dialogue but if someone is brilliant and they don’t have any way to use their brilliance they feel as tense and uncomfortable and squashed down as an athlete would without a game to play. this is the first time in thousands of years that lucifer’s had someone other than himself to converse with (wherever michael is, it’s clear he’s not here, and it’s doubtful he and lucifer were having discussions prior to this meeting anyway). not only that, but he has sam! his equal in everything: intellect, experience, thoughts, etc. pressing himself against the bars like he’s trying to get as close to the one and only being he’s ever identified with to any degree is not a mistake. he’s as petulant as a child but the fact remains he’s disconnected from everyone, either by deliberate cutting off or by simply thinking no one else could understand what he’s gone through. sam is the only thing, human or otherwise, who could ever get that. of course he wants to be near him
  • i’m still not a huge fan of the ending with the bunk-mate jokes but again, it falls under the category of “how do i show my emotions without actually showing them?” lucifer’s probably as angry with sam for leaving the cage as sam is guilty for doing so (and it’s clear that he has felt some modicum of guilt in the past over that, through the obvious relaxed state he’s in with hallucifer in s7 to now, when he’s obviously relieved to feel calm in lucifer’s presence, as though he considered it to be a bad thing that he wanted nearness to his other half). i don’t believe lucifer would ever physically hurt sam but he’s lucifer, petulant as i said, and he probably doesn’t know the circumstances in which sam was forced to leave the cage during s6. it’s possible he could have the patience to listen to sam explain it but it’s doubtful right now in his mindset that he would, and it’s even more doubtful that sam, who still doesn’t know his hallucinations were cage-influenced, would actually want to tell him. hopefully this will be fixed during the second half of the season, but in the meantime we just have to remember: lucifer’s furious. sam’s guilty and scared. lucifer can’t show his emotions due to pride and his ever-present need to be in complete control of the situation. do i wish they hadn’t done the jokes? yes. but lucifer’s tense and on the defensive and he hasn’t interacted with anyone since the end of season five, and for millions of years before that
  • what it really all boils down to in the end is that lucifer wants to help sam and sam wants lucifer’s help. but sam cannot say yes due to his own personal beliefs, and lucifer cannot help sam in the way sam wants because that would be giving in. hopefully they can come to some kind of compromise, because for right now, this is just too fucking heartbreaking 

anonymous asked:

1/2 I understand not waning your favorite showrunners and writers to leave a show and wondering how it will affect everything, but everyone worrying about the brodependency and destiel: you don't get this kind of continuous progress on these storylines unless *everyone* is in agreement and on board, and on the same page on some level. They've been telling a cohesive story for years now, and you don't achieve without everyone in agreement on certain things.

2/2 Robbie Thompson by himself did not keep destiel going. Carver by himself did not keep destiel going. A slew of other writers, set directors, directors, costume designers, etc, keep these arcs/plots/stories flowing and moving. No one is going to suddenly drop two solid seasons worth of progress and years worth of subtext just because Carver and Thompson are gone, because that would imply that they were solely responsible for every bit of the destiel storyline. And that’s not how it works.

Yes. This.

And do you know who’s responsible for some of the most destiel things that have happened? Dabb and Singer.

Yes, yes. We know the Unforgivable Sin that Singer committed (or at least had a major hand in the commission of, and the subsequent falling out with fandom in the horrendous aftermath…) but as far as destiel and the brodependency go? Yeah. The entire writing, directing, editing… every department… they’re all on the same page. If they weren’t, we’d be seeing a really uneven, disjointed, incoherent mess of a narrative. And we really, really aren’t.

S11 especially has been honing on two main narrative points: You can’t outrun your past (wrestle your demons! Sam’s quote from 11.01: “What happened to us? Hunting things – were good at that, sure we’re great at that. But that’s only half of the bumper sticker, man.” They are literally revisiting the past and getting a chance to undo past mistakes, to make different choices, i.e. breaking the codependency through better understanding and effective communication, which is my stupid tag for this whole deal.) And the second main narrative focus of the season is love (in all its forms, negative, positive, romantic, familial, obsessive, supportive… just all of it.) And frankly, if ANY of the writers weren’t onboard with the direction the story’s been going (and it’s been going this way for the last four years or so), they’ve had plenty of opportunity to, you know, STOP writing for the show. You don’t write a rich, consistently layered narrative if you’re being forced to write something you fundamentally disagree with, you know? Well, I suppose you could, but it would be soulless and flat. And this show is not soulless.

*under a cut for length, you’re welcome people who Do Not Care about this stuff :P*

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When I Sleep

SPN Writing Challenge | blissfulcastiel vs. seducing-winchesters
Prompt: Only When I Sleep by The Corrs
Pairings: Destiel, Sam/Jess
Word count: 8.7K
Tags: Major Character Death, AU, domestic!destiel, car accident, some fluff and angst


The butterflies in Dean’s stomach intensify as beautiful blue eyes meet his from across the restaurant. Shit, maybe this is all a mistake. He’s way too nervous for this. Regardless, he lifts a finger to signal the man with a small smile, which is returned, leaving him breathless.

How is he going to make it all through dinner?

He swallows nervously, getting up and extending his hand in greeting. Is that weird? Shaking hands on a first date? They’ve met before under different circumstances but… he can’t just sit there like an idiot and a hug feels too intimate. So handshake it is.

“Castiel, it’s great to see you again,” he says, hoping he doesn’t sound too nervous.

Castiel smiles warmly at him, shaking his hand before they sit across from each other. “Hello Dean,” And damn, Castiel saying his name sends a shiver through Dean’s body, “I’m glad you invited me to have dinner with you.”

“I’m glad you agreed,” Dean laughs softly, more out of nervousness than anything else. He wishes he consumed more alcohol before coming to dinner because it certainly helped him out when they first met at Gabriel’s party. Man, Sam’s friend really knew how to have a good time, although Dean may be a bit biased because that’s when he met Gabriel’s jaw dropping brother. And to think, he almost didn’t let Sam drag him to the party to begin with.

Castiel snickers, opening his menu to gaze over the options. “Did you really think I would say no?”

Dean does the same, shrugging gently. “Well, we’d both had a few drinks. I thought maybe you would’ve changed your mind the next day.” Yes, Dean was certainly drunk because despite priding himself on being able to smooth talk a woman like nobody else, he’s complete jelly when it comes to a cute guy. It’s kind of pathetic, actually.

But there he was- spending his entire night flirting with this incredible guy. They could not stop talking about anything and everything. Sam practically had to pry Dean away from him at the end of the night to go home, but the possibility of not seeing Castiel again was too much for Dean. He needed to know this wasn’t goodbye, so he just blurted it out. If he was sober, he would’ve never asked Castiel out. He’s way out of Dean’s league.

Castiel glances up over his menu at Dean. “Dean, that’s ridiculous. I thoroughly enjoyed your company the other night.”

Dean snorts. “Anyone enjoys anyone’s company when there’s shots involved, Cas.”

Castiel’s lips twitch as the name leaves Dean’s mouth and he starts to panic. Crap, is that too weird? Nicknames are way too intimate at this point, aren’t they? They aren’t even technically dating. Shit, he’s screwing this up. “Ah, sorry… that just kinda came out…”

Castiel bites his lip softly, making the fluttering in Dean’s stomach act up again, and the corner of Cas’ mouth quirks upwards. “I like it.”

Dean breathes out a sigh of relief before going back to studying the menu with his own small smile. “Okay, Cas. So whatcha gonna have?”


Blaring horn. Bright lights. Screeching. A desperate cry before sudden impact.

And then he’s numb.

Is this what the end feels like? It’s strangely peaceful. Wait no, it can’t be. He’s not ready.

He’s not ready.


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This is for my amazing friend Julie! I hope you had a wonderful birthday yesterday (:

Castiel didn’t understand high school.

It was confusing to him why he’d been kicked out of history class for “talking back” to his teacher. He was just trying to explain what had actually happened at the battle of Bunker Hill. He had been there for part of it, after all.

He couldn’t grasp why his English teacher had scolded him for “overanalyzing” when he’d just been reciting words that he’d heard from Dickens himself. 

But most of all he didn’t get why he had to go to high school at all. He was an immortal, millennia-old, angel of the lord, and his vessel was a hormonal, seventeen-year-old boy who went to high school.

“It’ll help us blend in,” Michael had said. “While we’re in town on business. What would people think if a boy of your age wasn’t going to school?”

Cas really didn’t understand the point of high school. Until he met Dean.

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anonymous asked:

hello i appreciate all the work you do here thank you so much so i was wondering if you have any fanfic recs that are long and not too dark? its just that most of the time they all contain dark themes such as suicide, substance abuse, etc and i don't think it would be wise to read those consecutively do you have any that is long and light-hearted? I'm cool with the drama genre but not too dark sorry if I'm so picky

Oh, no don’t be sorry that’s actually a very valid request!  We should probably add a ‘fluffy’ tag or a ‘light-hearted’ tag to our tags page now that I think of it.

Besides the rec I’ll include below, you could also check the Romantic Comedy tag.  Most of those are pretty chill (and especially good for when you need to recover from something like a season finale or an especially dark or depressing fic) :)

A Room of One’s Own (NC-17 Word Count: 94,059)

All Dean wants is a little privacy. Cas doesn’t understand.

Well That Was Just Peachy (NC-17 Word Count: 63,779)

While Team Free Will is on a run-of-the-mill hunt, something abruptly goes awry out of a mess of confusing nowhere and Dean is left to deal with it all. Which is great, because without Sam and Castiel as their… usual selves, well, they may as well be giant, useless babies. There’s also conversation about personal space. Way too often. Which, of course, is even greater.

Exotic Berry (M  Word Count: 86,127)

Dean Winchester is like everyone else, mostly.  When he’s not being Deanna Winchester who moved out of the small town of Lawrence, Kansas to a prestigious boarding school with off-campus housing.  Things are going well for him, until he runs into Castiel Novak.

Preacher Comfort (M  Word Count: 42,799)

Dean Winchester works as a nurse at an after-hours medical clinic. He’s a champion at what he does, but for him, professionalism has its pitfalls: good-looking patients make him flustered. Luckily, his fly-by-night infatuation evaporates within minutes, since most patients only swing by once. Castiel (fondly known as Bee Sting Guy around the clinic) is one of those iniquitously handsome fellows – and he keeps coming back. He’s also a Catholic priest, 94% asexual, and in need of the tender love that happens to be Dean’s speciality.

Warnings:  Very Brief Mentions of Past Child-Abuse, Brief Mentions of Past Self-Harm

Comments:  Those couple of warnings may seem off-putting but I swear this is actually one of the most light-hearted, cute fics I’ve ever read.

Messenger Number 3  (M Word Count: 23,016)

Opening night is closing in at the Lawrence Shakespeare Festival, and the play is cursed. As if that weren’t enough for Dean, the head of the tech crew, to have on his mind. A tale of love, family, and iambic pentameter.

Ten Summers (M  Word Count: 33,036)

Dean is thirteen when he starts going to Uncle Bobby’s summer camp, and when he meets his best friend, Cas Novak. Over the next ten summers, Camp Wooded Falls becomes the backdrop for friendships, romances, and drama as they move from high school to college and ultimately into adulthood.

Love Equals Tragedy Plus Time  (NC-17 Word Count: 63,397)

Castiel Novak is a perpetually single, awkward mess of a high school teacher with a thing for bad boys, so it only makes sense that Dean Winchester, the very portrait of the phrase, were to travel to Pontiac Illinois to be his student. Dean’s in town with his family to hunt a ghost, but when he meets Mr. Novak, he finds a new reason to stick around. It doesn’t take long before the two give into temptation, and when they do, neither expect the life altering events that follow.
Dean certainly doesn’t expect to meet Castiel all over again - and ten years younger.

Silhouette  (M Word Count: 52,468)

Castiel Novak has searched high and low for a place to live and finally he has no choice but to settle on a little house in the countryside with four other people, Sam and Dean Winchester, Jessica Moore and Jo Harvelle. They keep a stable of horses and have acres of land, freedom Castiel has always longed for. And not only does he get the serenity and peace of the countryside, but he learns so many new things through living with these people and they teach him in the ways of their lives day by day. For Castiel, this little group of people become a proper family to him, something he has never had before and to his immense surprise, he finds love too.

The Grace Archer (NC-17 Word Count: 31,360)

As all the great tales begin: once upon a time, in a long forgotten place, there lived an archer. He shot so well and so true that the king took note and rose him in rank, until the mysterious archer was the king’s most trusted adviser. The archer served the king well, until the royal line was no more, and further still.
Tales of The Grace Archer were told for centuries. Fact turned to legend. Legend passed into myth. And that is how the archer preferred it, hidden in the forests and lost to mankind.
There he would have forever remained, if a young man with dark blonde hair and green eyes had not crashed into his life with a problem only The Grace Archer could solve…

Sleepless in Lawrence, Kansas (NC-17 Word Count: 50,162)

“Um, yes, hi. My name is Sam and I’m calling from Lawrence, Kansas.”
A new voice… Castiel loved new voices. They always had new stories to tell.
“Kansas… well, it’s not really midnight down there, is it? What keeps you up?” he asked.
“I’m worried about my brother, Dean.”
“Destiny is something we’ve invented because we can’t stand the fact that everything that happens is accidental.” - Sleepless in Seattle

How (thanks to Gabriel) Dean and Castiel (Accidentally) Raised Each Other (and Sam)  (NC-17 Word Count: 69,693)

In which, Gabriel meddles with the time line and Castiel becomes Dean’s angel rather sooner than intended.

Kung Fu Grip  (M  Word Count: 57,826)

“Cas, I’ve been enrolling me and Sammy in schools since I was twelve. I think I can handle it.”
Cas is frowning. “It’s not a matter of—handling it,” he says. “The principal will be more receptive and helpful to you if she believes you to have a parent or guardian who is actively concerned with your welfare. I want to make sure she understands you are important.”
Dean does not get a warm squishy feeling in his chest.
(In which Dean is de-aged, Claire and Emma are simultaneously the worst and best sisters ever, and Cas really deserves a hug.)

Seeking Friendship  (T & Up  Word Count: 36,364)

The information pops up in Castiel’s head as if he’s reading it on his computer screen right in front of him. He had come across Dean’s dating profile the very day he made his own three months ago. He must’ve looked at 20 or 30 different profiles that day, but Dean’s was the only one that kept replaying over and over in his head for a week after. “Dean W., seeking friendship.”

Forget-Me-Not Blues (NC-17 Word Count: 68,688)

Sam and Jess are getting married and Dean couldn’t be any happier for them. Honestly, they’re kind of disgustingly perfect for each other and Dean’s pretty damn excited about staying with them the week before the wedding. He’s Sam’s best man, of course, and he doesn’t even mind that Jess has her own best man to share in all the organisational duties. The more the merrier, right?
Except Dean must have done something to epically piss off the universe because Jess’s best man just happens to be Castiel friggin’ Novak. He’s got even hotter since High School, but apparently no friendlier and if Cas wants to spend the week pretending like they’ve never met before? Fine. Two can play at that game.

The Last Great Race (NC-17 Word Count: 82,346)

There is a race that takes place every year in Alaska called the Iditarod, a thousand mile journey across the Alaskan wilderness by dog sled team that has come to be known as “The Last Great Race on Earth”. It is a test of endurance, of the relationship between dogs and their people, traversing mountain ranges, frozen rivers, forest and tundra.
When writer Castiel Milton is forced to spend two and a half months in Alaska at Winchester Kennels to cover the race preparations and the Iditarod itself, the only person more dismayed than he is Dean Winchester, one of his hosts. Castiel views his assignment as a punishment and is less than impressed by his surly host, and Dean distrusts the sheltered city-born writer who has invaded their home and their lives. But soon, as the Winchesters prepare for their race and Castiel learns about sled dogs and what a musher’s lifestyle is all about, they forget to hate each other and their relationship evolves into something neither of them expected.

Bump and Run  (NC-17 Word Count: 77,770)

Dean Winchester, a junior at KU, could have never imagined that he would cheer for a professional football team, let alone for his favorite team, the Kansas City Angels. But he gets more than he bargained for when he strikes up an odd friendship with Castiel Novak, the Angels’ hall-of-fame bound cornerback. Dean has to juggle going to school and dealing with his family’s crises and planning for the upcoming UCA Nationals cheer competition, all while struggling with his sexuality and his feelings for Castiel.

Freefall (NC-17 Word Count: 128,538)

AU. The most exciting kindergarten teacher Dean Winchester’s life ever gets is when he plays mechanic in his uncle Bobby’s shop on the weekends. That is until a birthday party goes tequila-nova and he trips into a one-night stand with an incredibly hot firefighter named Castiel. Dean’s life gets a lot more exciting after that.

Vita Nuova (NC-17 Word Count: 61,800)

AU. Dean Winchester takes a job as a teaching assistant to get his little brother into a prestigious academy. He doesn’t quite expect such long nights and snobby kids, but the real surprise is professor Castiel Novak: or falling in love with him, that is.

The World Crashing All Around (NC-17 Word Count: 36,300)

During a storm in September of 1987, Dean and Sam hear something hit their roof. When they brave the backyard to investigate, they find a fledgling angel.
A story about best friendship, spoiled plans, and love, in four parts.

Learning Curve  (NC-17 Word Count: 37,853)

Dean is a pre-school teacher and Castiel Novak is his new student’s intriguing guardian. They both know the sacrifices that come with caring for others, but, over time, they learn what it means to want something for themselves.

Unfamiliar (NC-17 Word Count: 29,252)

“We all know that Familiars will be the closest to you. Your bond with a Familiar will transcend family, friends, and even your future husband or wife. A Familiar becomes a part of you, and you a part of them.” Mr. Adler’s dull tone rolls across the auditorium and it’s clear to everyone that he doesn’t care about the topic. It makes Castiel feel bad for his Familiar. “Now, can anyone tell me why Witches need Familiars and why they need us?”

Accelerando  (T & Up Word Count: 21,274)

When Castiel and Gabriel begged their aunt and uncle to attend public school for their senior year, Castiel had assumed they would fly below the radar, maybe attend a few social events, and more than anything, get out of the house for more than a trip to the grocery store or Emergency-Room visit.
Castiel is quickly discovering this year will be nothing like he imagined, seeing as he failed to account for one very important factor: the Winchester brothers.

Beyond The Ether  (NC-17 Word Count: 52,611)

Mythology fascinated Castiel. On a professional level, of course (a requirement when you teach world religions and philosophy), but very much on a personal one as well. When he accidentally summons an ancient pagan god and protector called Dean, he is thrust deeper into that world then he ever thought possible.

PWP: Pie Without Plot  (NC-17 Word Count: 82,517)

he is in the kitchen with flour on his hands and an apron and there is flour on his forehead and cas leans across the counter and wipes it off with his thumb and dean says “thank you” and cas says “you’re welcome” very seriously and later dean makes apple turnovers and he only ruins them a little and sam realizes it’s not a real hunt like four days into it and he lets dean stay undercover for like a week and a half or longer maybe way longer because he is such a good everything

Halfway  (NC-17 Word Count: 29,963)

A Fallen!Castiel bunker fic; Castiel arrives back at the bunker after six months of being missing, with eighteen of his newly-fallen brothers and sisters in tow; shameless schmoop and angel-care ensues. ♥

Chasing Cars  (NC-17 Word Count: 45,400)

After an awkward accidental encounter at a local strip club, Castiel discovers his college roommate, Dean, has a secret career as a stripper, and their relationship begins to change and a bond begins to form. They face the joys and challenges of life together and discover along the way how deeply they’ve come to care for each other.

Comments:  Now whilst Dean is a stripper, it’s merely because he’s trying to pay for school, there’s no prostitution or anything.  It’s more a part of the comedy aspect of the fic.  It also has a bunch of family feels.

The Best Years of Our Lives My Ass  (NC-17 Word Count: 111,000)

AU after Season 8, episode 6, “Southern Comfort.” Dean goes to sleep in a motel room in Texarkana, and he wakes up 17 years old, in his childhood bedroom in Lawrence, Kansas, 1996. He has no idea how he got there, why his parents are still alive, why his brother is an adorable freshman with no memory of his adult life, and why the only ally he has in this place is the angel he left behind in Purgatory – somehow also 17 years old. They have to get out, that’s the important thing. Only, falling in love with his angel wasn’t a part of the plan….

Try-Something Tuesday  (NC-17 Word Count: 48,400)

Dean Winchester teaches a third-grade class. He’s new to this whole ‘bisexual’ thing - but by pure happenstance, he meets Castiel: a particularly dapper male librarian who moonlights as a substitute teacher. Dean’s curious and Castiel is willing, so why the hell not?
Except, fate never intended it to be one-time-only…

The Request  (M Word Count: 36,770)

When Sam Winchester prays for his brother, Castiel is finally sent on his very first assignment. But what should be a simple love match turns into much more and Castiel finds himself risking everything to ensure the happiness of his extremely frustrating charge.

Convenient Husbands  (NC-17 Word Count: 39,000)

“It’s only temporary, right?” Dean says. “Just until you’re healed up, and then we’ll never have to see each other again. So what do you say, Castiel, do you want to marry me or not?”

Peanut Butter-Pumpkin Wedding Cake  (NC-17 Word Count: 31,000)

Dean is a waiter in a strip club to put his kid brother through school. Castiel is dragged to the club as a part of his sister Anna’s bachelorette party. Dean and Cas hit it off, but Dean thinks Cas is the one marrying Anna.

Crossroads State  (M  Word Count: 51,002)

Castiel has a nice predictable structured life teaching high school, even if he happens to be overqualified for it. Then this guy moves in around the corner and literally knocks him on his ass.

A Warriors Rest  (NC-17 Word Count: 27,619)

Castiel, an outcast fairy, has lived most of his life in the guise of a human in a sleepy Northwestern town in the state of Oregon. It’s quiet. People move there to retire and forget the world. And it’s small so newcomers are a thing of note. So when a man not near retirement age moves in, green-eyed and handsome, Castiel pays attention. But his cabin is set up in the midst of the woods the locals avoid. Where the entrance to his people’s lands rests. The thickset trees are teeming with the supernatural. So how is it this man hasn’t run screaming from the woods? And why does his home feel so strange to Castiel’s fairy senses?
But, more importantly, does he even care for those answers when the man grins so warmly?

Chains and Handcuffs (50 Shades of Awkward)  (NC-17 Word Count: 98,068)

After Dean abuses his new demonic powers for the umpteenth time, Sam gets fed up and stages an intervention. Castiel is assigned to demon-sitting duty, but when his new charge still manages to fly the coop, Sam decides that more drastic measures must be taken. It is terribly awkward for everybody involved… until it’s not.

Comments:  This actually surprised me because I expected it to be kind of angsty because Demon!Dean tends to be, but it’s actually pretty much crack and shenanigans and fluff.  

Wow.  This was all I could scrounge together right now, but there’ll most likely be a part 2 and 3 and so on, haha.  But I hope you like!