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Day 3: Royalty

Based on this prompt list.

Demon!Dean is a demon king, too!

Suptober Day Three

Charlie, my love <3

Suptober, Day 1 - Autumn (and a squirrel that's not too happy being a squirrel)

Suptober Day 2 // Spa Day

Charlie gives Dean a manicure

Autumn

First one for Suptober 2024 Remixed by @wigglebox and @thepagemistress based on Suptober by @winchester-reload.

Prompt 1. Autumn

It was the first thing that came to mind and I couldn’t get read of it, sorry. Like a visual counterpart of an earworm

Suptober Day 2: Spa Day

Based on this prompt list.

Castiel's hands are delighting Dean, hehehe.

Suptober Day Two

made this on discord stream and you can blame @zissie for Dean's hamburger shower cap.

Masterpost for ‘You Are A Different Shade Of Grey’

Summary:

Your Soulmates can write to you on their skin, and their words will come to you in lovely colours that tell you if they are family, friends or that special someone that is destined for you. But what if… you can’t see colours at all? When your world is grey-scale?

Or what if your father never told you about the whole Soulmates thing because of his own heartbreak?

And what if these two are Soulmates of The Heart?

Tags:

Alternate Universe - Human,High School,Alternate Universe - Soulmates, soulmate script,Destiel, Sabriel, Crobby. Colourblind Castiel, non-believer Dean, John Winchester’s A+ parenting, Crowley is pretty decent in this

Read the story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59350990/chapters/151368571

View the art: https://www.tumblr.com/zissie/763116991274958848/heheheanother-collab-with-my-lovely-hectatess

Title: The Citadel: Vassal for Ransom

Author: KaylieMalinza

Artist: Aceriee

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Cas, Dean/Benny briefly alluded to

Length: 50000

Warnings: Graphic Description of Injuries, Violence, Death, Dub-Con

Tags: Fantasy AU, worldbuilding, impact play, non-diegetic BDSM, giant!Cas, whump, stone top Cas, bittersweet ending, porn with plot, magical healing

Posting Date: November 11, 2024

Summary: Fantasy AU featuring geology, politics, family drama, metaphysical mystery, and lots of spanko smut. "His vassal's body is his to inspect and to direct, to deliver unto discipline and to succor; to countenance neither bloodshed nor corporeal wanting." When Dean and his guards are attacked by demons at the oasis, they must flee into the desert and beg for assistance from the nearest angelic citadel. He doesn't want to--the angels are weird and cold and isolationist, and it's unnerving how they can stride across the sand as giants, tall as trees, or shrink down to the size of a man with just a moment's thought. But with the supplies lost in the attack and one of his men grievously wounded, Dean doesn't have a choice. The citadel commander, Castiel, insists that Dean pledge vassalage--just temporarily, until Prince Sam back home can arrange for the ransom to be paid. The problem is that Castiel never would have agreed if he'd known Dean's true identity, and his connection to the mysterious Berserker who can murder angels as easily as breathing. Castiel's second in command is suspicious, Dean's own men doubt his judgment, and the demons are still eager to attack. Through it all, the pledge between liege and vassal grows from a political expediency to something more intimate and intense; something which neither Dean nor Castiel may be able to break when the time comes.

Excerpt: Ketch crawls up to the crest of the dune, sand sliding in his wake, and peers over it. "The demons appear to have lost our trail," he says, "but I expect they'll pick it up again soon. I don't recommend returning to the oasis." "No kidding," Dean says, as Charlie presses a tin of whitepaste into his palm; he always scrapes it off before they sleep, and obviously didn't have a chance to re-apply before the ambush. Now the sun is bearing down, and his skin is going tight and dry. "Martin, you know this area," Dean says, scooping out a healthy dollop of whitepaste and slathering it across any exposed skin: face, neck, the backs of his hands. "Suggestions?" Martin is squinting at the horizon, muttering, so Dean gives him a minute. He checks on the girls; Jo is tying on her archer's braces and Charlie is twisting Jo's hair up out of the way and smearing fresh whitepaste on the back of her neck. Dean jams his fingers at Charlie's hairline, because she never puts the whitepaste back far enough and then complains about burned scalp. "Should be a citadel near here," Martin says. "Commander is a little more friendly to humans than most." "That's not saying much," Benny cuts in. His whitepaste is cracking in the gap between shirt and deathmask, probably because he puts it on too thick. Dean reaches out to smooth out the crack, but his fingertips slip too deeply into it. So Benny didn't make it out of the melee unscathed, after all. No wonder he was moving slow. No wonder he's leaning a little too close to Dean, unable to keep his balance on the shifting sand. Charlie turns to see the mess on Dean's fingers, black-red and gelatinous clots mixing chalky pink against the paste, and she retches. "Pussy," Jo mutters, but she refuses to look at it. Even Ketch goes a little green. Martin's a breath away from passing out. "Any time your liege wants to take care of that would be great," Dean says. Benny snorts a laugh that forces a chunk of clotted blood from the slit. "She might not be paying attention," he says. "She's got a few thousand other vassals, you know." Dean grabs the front of his shirt and yanks him forward, staring through the eyeholes of the death mask. "Eve," he snaps. "Eve, listen to me, you had better--" "Mind your manners," Benny growls. Ketch skids down the dune. "Demons are moving again," he says. "Heal him," Dean says. He flicks his glance away and back, meeting Benny's eyes now instead of looking through them at the eldritch bitch who claimed him in death. "Tell her to heal you right now." "I suspect you are misconcepting the nature of vassalage," Benny says. "I don't give her orders." "Should I say please?" Dean asks, but he doesn't have to: the wound is seaming up, muscles jumping, whitepaste flaking away from smooth, whole skin.

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Title: Potentially Joy

Author: Diminuel

Artist: sidewinder

Rating: Teen

Pairings: DeanCas

Length: 24000

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Mpreg, barely mentioned A/B/O (for the sake of Mpreg), fix-it, post 15x06, Auntie Rowena to the rescue

Posting Date: November 11, 2024

Summary: Castiel is trying to move on and come to terms with his grief after Jack’s death. He didn’t plan to stumble across a case that forced him to face Dean’s anger again, he didn’t mean to faint when he used his power to heal a frightened boy and he absolutely didn’t expect to learn that in the gnawing emptiness he feels, life could still grow. Now he has to deal with having a child so close after losing Jack. How can he trust that it’s going to be different this time, that this child will not step out of line and turn from child to monster in the eyes of its father? It seems impossible, but with some counseling from auntie Rowena Dean and Cas try to make it work.

Excerpt: The car door opened and Castiel gasped as he was pulled out of the spiral of his memories. The disturbance of the air in his car felt like a slash to his Grace, as did the loud slamming of the car door. Dean’s anger hit him next. Castiel refused to look away from his hands on the steering wheel. He hadn’t even noticed him coming. “You’re not running away this time,” Dean said, his words like the cocking of a gun. A warning. Castiel frowned at that, then finally turned his head. “Running,” he repeated only for Dean to glare back at him. “Yeah, exactly. Running. Like you always do!” The words hung between them, taking up almost all the air in the car. “What the hell are you thinking, man?” Castiel didn’t answer. “You’re pregnant?! Didn’t you think that I should know about that?!” Ah. So that was what Dean was angry about this time. “What was the plan here?! Huh? Do you want to punish me or what?” Cas scoffed. “You being pregnant is one thing, but keeping that a secret? Why the hell are you constantly keeping secrets?!” Cas tensed. “If you’re referring to-“ He stopped, Jack’s name lodged in his throat. He couldn’t say it. He couldn’t have his name hang between them in this small space of the car interior, heating up with anger and frustration. He deserved better. “I didn’t keep a secret,” he said. “You were as aware of the situation as I was,” Castiel reminded him. “There’s no point in discussing this with you, again.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Castiel tilted his head, baffled by Dean’s stubbornness. “You blame me for what I did not tell you, even though I did not mean to keep any secrets from you. But what about what you said to me?” he challenged. “You told me that I was dead to you.” Dean flinched, but if there was any remorse under the anger Dean projected Castiel did not have the energy to unearth it. “You said that everything that ever goes wrong, in your life, in the world, was my fault.” “You held a gun to my son’s head.” Cas didn’t say. “You thought that the world would be a better place without him in it. You were relieved when Chuck unraveled him, blotted out his name from the history books. Nobody even remembers him, nobody but us. Jack’s world had been small, living with us in the bunker, but he had had friends at a time, people who liked him. And now he was gone, completely wiped out.” He wanted to scream at Dean, but he kept quiet and the weight of the silence seemed to settled on Dean. The anger cracked, but not enough.

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Day 1: Autumn

from Suptoberart 2024 Remixed!

Based on this prompt list.

Some cute autumn fairy!Castiel.

Title: When Everything Goes Wrong, Go Right

Author: Ryan_A

Artist: Aceriee

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester Garth/Benny Dean/Lee (breakup) Castiel/April (past)

Length: 100000

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Rape/Non-Con

Tags: Russian Alpha Cas, Omega Dean, Gentle yet Badass Cas, Secret Identity, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Castiel likes his knives, Car Chases, Dean makes alphas eat his Impala’s dust, Gabriel’s Wonka-like Bakery

Posting Date: November 7, 2024

Summary: Dean swears the universe is out to get him. It’s bad enough he was born a rare omega in a world that sees them as freaks, but after ruffling the feathers of a relentless gang of alphas, he’s on the run, fleeing for his life. His Impala might be a beast of a muscle car, but even it can’t outrun the weather or the universe that insists on toying with him like a cat with its prey. Dean evades his pursuers only to end up trapped by a severe storm in a remote town in South Dakota. Drenched to the bone and unable to fix a flat tire in the woods, a strange blue-eyed alpha in a trench coat comes to his aid like a guardian angel. But Dean doesn’t trust alphas. And not everything is as it seems. With the universe still pulling its strings, Dean’s days of fleeing aren’t over yet.

Excerpt: “Cassie? What the hell happened to you?” Gabriel exclaims, eyes wide with shock. “The bridge was washed out. Had to swim across.” Gabriel curses under his breath and shoos Castiel toward the staff room. Castiel doesn’t miss how his older brother glances toward the hidden camera in the coffee maker, raising his hands to profess his innocence to the unseen audience. But he does hear Gabriel leave and return with a towel muttering, “At least stop making a puddle.” Castiel catches the towel, the fabric soft against his cold skin, and starts drying off. “I tried to call, but the phone lines are down from the storm.” Gabriel's face tightens with concern. “She's watching right now, isn't she?” Castiel asks, already knowing the answer. Gabriel doesn’t respond, instead suggesting, “Go use the shower upstairs. I’ll find you dry clothes.” “No.” Castiel shakes his head, water droplets flying. “I have to swim back.” “Eto pizdets,” Gabriel curses in Russian and scrubs his face. “I want you to stay put on the other side.” “But mandatory check-in—” “I’ll take care of it with Pakhan Mikhail. God knows Mother’s giving him an earful right now, seeing the state you’re in. My phone will be ringing as soon as you leave.” “It’s just water. I’m perfectly capable of swimming—” “Don’t you even think of it. Your lips are blue, Cassie. You think Mother can’t see color through that camera? She’s gonna hit me upside the head for this.” Castiel reaches for one of Gabriel’s freshly baked blueberry muffins with the compelling urge to package one up to bring to Dean. A gift. To provide for him like a good alpha. “Oh, Cassie.” Gabriel sits back on the sofa, his tone turned upbeat. “You got that look in your eye.” "What look?” Castiel glares, feeling the heat of embarrassment rising to his cheeks. “Like you picked up a stray. What is it this time? You rescue a drowned cat?” Gabriel leans forward, his grin widening as Castiel remains silent. “A dog? Did it show up at your door all sad-eyed, and you had to take it in?” Castiel stays silent, discomfort prickling at his skin. Gabriel's eyes narrow with discerning curiosity. “No . . . this is different, isn’t it? Something else. Something untamable. And you like it. A challenge. I’d say you took in a raccoon, but that doesn’t feel right either.” Gabriel taps his fingers over the top of the sofa. “Come on, tell me.” “No.” “Tell me or I’m gonna swim over there myself and find out what you’re hiding.” Reluctantly, Castiel mutters, “I rescued an omega.” Gabriel's eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “She hot? Tell me she’s hot,” he asks with an exaggerated eyebrow wiggle. Castiel sighs. “She’s a he.” “A rare male omega? The odds of—” “1 in 1.3 million. He had a flat tire outside my cabin.” “Whoa, bro. The chances of that are about the same as getting struck by lightning.” “He nearly did.”

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Title: Your Grounding Glacier, My Blazing Star

Author: Inkblooded Witch

Artist: TwinOne

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean, Benny/Balthazar, John/Mary, Naomi/Ishim, Crowley/Bobby, Hannah/Akobel, Rapheal/Victor, Micheal/Miriam, Elijah/Ingrid, Adina/Daniel, Anna/Gadreel, Muriel/Constantine.

Length: 63000

Warnings: N/A

Tags: Sci-Fi AU, Omegaverse, Fake Relationship to Lovers, Elemental AU, Alpha! Castiel, Omega! Dean, Fluff, Smut, D/S Elements.

Posting Date: November 7, 2024

Summary:   Castiel has spent years keeping his head down, playing the long game. His plans are unexpectedly moved ahead of schedule when he is summoned to the year’s Unity Event by his parents, leveraging their position as head of both the Krushnic family and business to get him there.    His first time back in the Orion system in years is for the singular purpose of being mated off to his family’s advantage. Bracing himself for the longest two weeks of his life turns into something else, when he learns that the Omega he had a literal run-in with on the day he arrived is technically a crown prince. Dean has a similar issue of his own to contend with. Just because his parents don’t intend to force him into a political marriage doesn’t mean a small army of officials and rich merchants don’t want to try anything. They hatch a plan, pretending to court each other, knowing the other would be a dream match for their respective lines. It works well, too well. Castiel hadn’t expected to start really caring for Dean, much less for it to be mutual.

Excerpt:   A scowl crossed Castiel face when he realized there was no option on how the call this time. Visual only. He couldn’t just do an audio call. Wonderful.    Wandering into his living room, Castiel answered, watching as his father’s visage appeared over the com unit. A bust of the man regarded the younger Alpha, tone crisp as he said, “Hello, Castiel. How kind of you to pick up.”    “I have received your official messages, father,” Castiel reminded him. “I know what you want. I have no interest. There’s nothing to discuss.”    “On the contrary, I have plenty to discuss with you. Is this any way to treat your benefactor?”    It took biting his own tongue to keep from challenging that last bit. Ishim had not been his benefactor in years. Thankfully, either Phyllis hadn’t mentioned it or he hadn’t bothered to check. Probably both. The accountant that handled his personal accounts had always been very nice, and she was prone to siding with his children over Ishim himself. Castiel had had no cause to contact her of late, but he did touch base on occasion, and always made sure to send flowers on her birthday.    “No more excuses,” Ishim was saying. “I know very well you’re back in the Delta sector. You are going to clear your schedule, and you are going to come out to the Gaia Station next month.”    “Surely you have more suitable representation options- ”    “Castiel Emanuel Krushnic, I’ve had enough of this. We both have.”    “Mother,” Castiel greeted, as the hologram expanded to include Naomi’s bust alongside Ishim’s. “How are you?”    “Don’t you dare patronize me,” she warned. “It’s been three years since there has been suitable representation at the Unity Event.”    One of the first lessons Castiel had learned was the art of a mask. At this point he was convinced someone could be stabbed to death in front of him and he could maintain the facade of polite interest. His body language matched it, but his scent was harder. It had taken a lot of practice, and the way this day was going, he’d need to brush up.    Visage unphased, Castiel pointed out, “Micheal makes it a point to attend each year. He’s a fixture. And now that Rapheal’s pregnancy is no longer a hindrance she intends to- ”    “That is not what we mean.”    “I thought you would be grateful, I am going out of my way not to be an embarrassment. You recall, don’t you, mother? These things are hardly my strong suit.”    “You will attend or there will be consequences,” Ishim snapped. “We have arranged for your passage on the next passenger transport to Gaia Station, and if you are not on it you won’t like what happens. Is that understood?”    “I do, father.”    When the call ended, Castiel could hear his apartment’s defrosting system kick in. He glanced down at himself, scowling when he realized frost was starting to climb down his limbs. He really was out of practice.

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#it’s him wiping his hand on his coat afterwards that does it for me #he said, ewww, I have demon on me

Y’all it’s been 6 years and I’m still not over this

COMING SOON to AO3 on October 7th

Oubliettes of Stone and Sky

Author: @kayliemalinza

Artist: @kingdumbass

Written for: @deancashorrorfest

Word Count: 9,000

Rating: Mature (for violent content, not sexual)

Tags: Fantasy AU, Graphic Description of Injuries, Setting inspired by the U.S. Dust Bowl, Character Dynamics inspired by the alley fight in 5x18 Point of No Return, Ambiguous Ending, Manhandling, BAMF boop (AKA the thing where Cas puts his fingers on people's foreheads to put them to sleep)

Warnings: brief reference to cannibalism, brief references to being buried alive, mummification, imprisonment, waterboarding (not in a torture context), animal injury/endangerment (it ends up okay)

Not as intense as the tags make it sound imo.

Summary: Dean is trying to sacrifice himself for his country like any good king would, and Cas has been sent to stop him. Cas has to keep Dean hostage while journeying through a dust storm and a castle with a mummy inside. Dean is waiting for the chance to escape--and Cas is ready to capture him again.

Preview:

This time, Cas isn't saving Dean from an oubliette; he isn't a shadow in the mouth of the pit, framed by sunlight. He's a ghost coming in from nowhere and he's stopping Dean from saving the kingdom.

Cas is pissed. Dean's seen that look before, always right before Cas deals some serious damage, and never, never before directed at Dean.

Dean turns tail and runs. It's strategic, dammit: he's at the edge of the desiccation, so close to where the dust stops and grasses stretch up, close to the border of Michael's Keep. Cas won't follow him there; Cas can't, not without risking another pummeling like the one that should've killed him the last time.

Cas can't travel between one blink and the next anymore, but he's still fast as hell. He clamps an arm around Dean's waist like a manacle and Dean goes down hard, torso on scratchy-springy grass and legs on the piled up dust. Cas yanks him back into the desert and the blows are coming, steady and professional: ribs, belly, bolt of jaw. Dean cries out more in offense than anything else--Cas has never hit him like this, not in all the times Dean has annoyed him or trained with him in the royal yards. "Stop, please," Dean whimpers, and when Cas does, Dean knees him hard between the legs.

Dean catches just an instant of shock-wide eyes before he's flipped himself and scuttled away.

He's caught again just a few seconds later. Cas' entire weight slams into him, knee pinning him down at the small of his back. Dean forces himself to draw a slow, steady breath, mostly to prove to himself that he can despite the angelic weight on his ribs, and digs his fingers into the grass. All he has to do is stay put. Michael watches the grasslands. It's only a matter of time before he comes out to take custody of Dean.

But Cas yanks him back, knee still pressing down. Dean's shirt rides up and grass scrapes at his belly and face. Cas pauses, adjusts his weight--slaps Dean hard on the flank when he tries to squirm away during the split second of lighter pressure--and yanks him back another few feet.

"This is technically treason," Dean pants, then coughs when another yank puts him face-down in the dust.

"Prince Sam sent me," Cas says, unnecessarily, because Dean's little brother is the only bastard stupid enough to do anything other than give Michael what he wants.

Author: MBQ

Artist: @lil-fungus

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 1200

Tags/Warnings: mild gore, love triangle

Summary:

Castiel's family is royalty in another world that has lived in peace for many years until recently a darkness has started to spread which has slowly overtaken the beautiful green fields they'd once walk through. Creatures have become corrupted, twisted and turned into something grotesque. Castiel was sent to the other world to find the being he is bonded to in which it's been rumored to save their world but in reality they know what's left doesn't look worth the risk.

Preview:

Every day among her work challenged her kindness and empathy. Still, to her, The Prophecy smacked of foolishness in desperate times. I’ll believe it when I see it she tut-tutted the remaining staff and her thin list of confidantes. A marriage to save the kingdom and this boy of all princes! Bonded! Fie! No one ever heard of a thing! And the King? (here she’d curb her words for fear of being accused of infidelity to her monarch) The King? Well, bless his soul and may we hold him in our grace. He puts all his faith in his son’s marriage bonds. The salvation of some secret child of a monarch? Her mouth would sour with the obsequience, but she was sure to add (if too many ears were present) And may we all strive to have such faith as him. Then shake her head in the seclusion of the Prince’s needs.

Now, Eliza stood in the sweep of the arching double doorway. She knew the King would have taken his leave of the Hall already–as he does. The remaining constituents would be hanging upon the Prince’s every breath and basking in his never ending glow of optimism. Her affection made how much she hated to break the spell he cast worse as she prepared to do just that. Scattering his audience might give her a small rush of justified protectiveness for the strapping man she still sees as her ward, but it was still an unwelcome feeling. Her weathered hands were tucked into her gray bliaut to lessen the obvious shaking that had struck with her sudden, and necessary, stillness. She stood barely outside where the Prince was seated and she rearranged her face to greet him.

Destiel or Multi-ship?

Title: Cyborg Savior

Author: ValandraWrites

Artist: squirrelofcelestialintent

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Castiel Past Castiel/April Past Sam/Jessica

Length: 73000

Warnings: undefined

Tags: Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester Cyborg Castiel (Supernatural) Dean Winchester makes a deal with Crowley Young Dean Winchester Tattooed Castiel Cage Fighter Castiel Science Fiction EcoPunk

Posting Date: November 6, 2024

Summary: Castiel is an Alpha cyborg with a mysterious and dangerous past. His fists and cybernetic arm have solved almost every problem he's ever faced, except for when it comes to love. After losing the love of his life, he never thought he'd find someone again. Dean is a naive omega fleeing the dying farmlands to forge his own future. The restrictive, traditional community he’d been raised in never prepared him for being an omega in the slums of the city. When Dean makes a deal with Crowley, he doesn't realize he’s sold his soul until a cyborg who scares and intrigues him in equal parts steps in.  Will Castiel be able to save the day, or is he just as dangerous as everyone around them says he is?

Excerpt: Someone slapped Dean on the ass from behind with the cold outline of a metallic hand, and Castiel's cybernetic hand shot out with inhuman speed and clamped around the offending man's neck, metal digits pressing into vulnerable flesh. His blue eyes narrowed to icy slits, a cruel twist to his mouth. He stared the man down with a soul-withering look, not saying a word. The air crackled with barely restrained violence. "S-sorry, Castiel..." the man wheezed, face reddening. "Don't fucking apologize to me, you mongrel," Castiel snarled. "If it were my ass you'd slapped, you'd already be a smear on the floor." The man blanched, struggling futilely against Castiel's unbreakable grip, raw terror in his bulging eyes. "I...I didn't realize he was with you..." "Doesn't matter. I'm talking to him, aren't I? Keep your rusty paws to yourself unless you've paid for the privilege. Now apologize to him." "Sorry...won't happen again..." the man gasped out. Castiel's penetrating gaze shifted to Dean, and molten heat flooded Dean's chest, rising up his neck to his face. Castiel's hardened expression softened, his head tilting slightly. "Do you accept his apology, Dean?" "What? Oh, uh, yeah, it's fine. No harm done," Dean managed, pulse pounding in his ears. He felt flayed open, exposed, under the intensity of Castiel's stare. Those mercurial blue eyes shifted from sky to sapphire, taking Dean's breath away. With a dismissive shove to the shoulder, Castiel released the man. "Get the fuck out of my sight." His voice dripped with disdain. "Thanks," Dean said, trying for levity. "Maybe you should be my bodyguard all night." His joke fell flat as Castiel glared at him, eyes raking over Dean's body. Shame and desire warred within Dean. The muscle in Castiel's neck throbbed in time with Dean's racing heart. "Got a problem with your job? Take it up with Crowley. Otherwise, put those pretty bow legs to work." Castiel's words were gruff, but his heated gaze lingered on Dean's form appreciatively. Bending down, Castiel grabbed Dean's discarded drinks tray. He started to hand it over before snatching it back out of reach, a mischievous glint in his eye. "What do I get in return?" His eyes dipped hungrily to Dean's parted lips. Dean licked his lips nervously, noting how Castiel's eyes tracked the movement. "A sincere and heartfelt thank you?" His voice came out huskier than intended. Dean tried to look away, but he was entranced by Castiel's wide, sensual lips, and the tantalizing lines of metal and gearing that disappeared under his shirt, hinting at mysteries underneath.

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Title: Copper Roses

Author: Trenchcoat_Paradigm

Artist: Spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean Winchester / Castiel Sam Winchester / Eileen Leahy Dean Winchester / Lisa Braden (past mention)

Length: 30000

Warnings: Discussions / Themes of terminal illness.

Tags: Canon Divergent, Hanahaki disease, Curse Breaking, Caregiving, Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Eventual Smut.

Posting Date: November 6, 2024

Summary: Dean is sick. Has been sick for a few days – ever since they came off their last hunt – and all looks hopelessly bleak as more blood-soaked petals clog his airways. Hanahaki disease is a deadly curse that sees flowers grow and bloom inside a person whose heart is filled with a romantic love for another, and the only way to cure it is to have that love returned to them. But Dean is adamant that this person doesn’t love him back and he refuses to speak their name.  If Castiel’s words would impact his condition he would say them loud and proud every day, but that's impossible. There is no way that Dean could be in love with a broken angel. He wishes he was the one who contracted the wretched curse just to take away Dean’s burden, he can't stand watching the man he loves wither and die right before his eyes. He will do whatever it takes to see Dean get that cure, even if it means breaking his own heart in the process.

Excerpt: One of Castiel’s downfalls of losing his grace was he now needed to rest more to help what little grace remained to revitalize quicker, but this night it wouldn’t be the hum of the circulating air or the clang of pipes that would keep Castiel from sleep. It was the hacking, retching cough that echoed down the hallway.  Dean had been coughing nonstop since he went to bed less than an hour ago. He had started in his room, the spluttering muffled behind his closed door, but he quickly moved from his room to the bathroom – which was adjacent to Castiel’s room. It had been five minutes, and that coughing hadn’t slowed, it was an intense chesty cough that sounded like it rattled every bone in his body, and after another heaving bout of it Castiel was out of bed and across the hall to see if he could help.  He knocked on the bathroom door gingerly as he pushed it open, “Dean?” The bathroom was a small space compared to the rest of the bunker and clad in an off-white tile. Three shower cubicles stood to the left and a row of three sinks sat under large rectangular mirrors to the right, which is where he found Dean. He was hunched over the middle sink, his hands gripped tightly around the porcine rim as he heaved and choked out another retching splutter.  The back of his hand wiped at his mouth as he lifted his eyes to Cas. For want of a better word, he looked awful. His skin was pasty and pale which made the heavy bags under his eyes even more prominent. His usual perfectly manicured hair was misshapen and at odd angles with dry days old product flaking from it, and those bright dazzling forest green eyes were dull and red-rimmed. “Sorry. Did I wake you?” he wheezed. Castiel shook his head as he took a single step inside the room, “I was just coming to check on you. See if I could help.” Dean opened his mouth to speak – probably to argue – but all that came out was another hacking splutter. He turned sharply back to the sink to cough violently into the bowl, like a cat trying to bring up a fur ball. Castiel hurried to his side, rubbing a soothing hand between his shoulder blades as Dean continued to choke and wheeze. He looked down and noticed tiny flecks of bright red blood splattered into the white of the bowl. No doubt due to the irritation his throat was suffering thanks to the violent coughing, but still alarming to see nonetheless.

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Title: twisted knife; sleepless night

Author: s7jacket

Artist: lunetara

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Dean/Castiel

Length: 20000

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence

Tags: Zombie Apocalypse, Outsider POV, Road Trip, Established Relationship, Second Person POV, Canon Divergence

Posting Date: November 5, 2024

Summary: All you’re trying to do is survive the night. Survive the night and get to Safe Winter without running into too many zombies along the way. You don’t expect to run into them, two guys who looked like they murdered the world and kept on walking. Still, maybe an alliance wouldn’t be so bad.

Excerpt: The map rustles when you spread it across the counter, thumb running over the red sharpie line that marks the route you've taken across the country, a haphazard zig-zag pockmarked by tragedy. Safe Winter is marked with a X, just another few weeks walk from where you are. It's been a long journey. A fucked up, doomed proposal from the start, but no one had a reason to argue or to stay behind. There were nine of you when you set out and now there's just you, alone and lonely and too damn stubborn to lay down and die, so you're pushing on regardless. You'll get there, or you'll go down fighting. At this point, either option will do. You're just drifting off, dozing in that half-wakeful world beyond, when you hear them. Voices, drifting through the glass doors at the front. You're grateful for the shelf, but you don't relax. Relaxing is what nearly got you killed the last time. What actually did get the others killed. Not your fault but still. Hard to get past that one. The voices—two of them, both male, move away for a moment, then come back, loud enough that you can hear it even with one ear pressed against the fabric of your pack.  They must have found a back entrance—maybe a propped open side door or a window that hadn’t latched properly—and now they’re in that back office, the one you’d so carelessly left unguarded. Still, the lock. The one line of defence between you and possible doom. The hair on the back of your neck prickles; your heartbeat pounds steadily in your ears.  They seem to be having some sort of argument, but it sounds like it's been rehashed and revisited, an old wound that neither of them can stop picking at. Their voices are deep and rough.  “Dude, I’m telling you, he’s not going to be there,” one of them is saying, and he sounds insistent, if a little desperate. “We’ve checked everywhere else,” the other voice, somehow lower, replies, and he just sounds completely exasperated. “And don’t call me ‘dude’.” “Sorry, buddy,” the first voice says. There’s the tiniest hint of a smile in it, like this is an old, inside joke.  There’s a clatter and a rattle as they try the door and the low sound of under-the-breath swearing. A “fuck, c’mon—“ from the first voice and then a “here, let me—“ from the second, and then the creak of hinges shatters the already tenuous quiet.  They come through the door. 

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Terror as Sharp as Pain

Artist: @alicetallula

Author: @artemis-73 / Artemis73 on AO3

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 10.8k

Tags/Warnings: IT Crossover, Post-Episode: s15e18 Despair, Fix-it adjacent, Post-IT: Chapter Two (2019), Case Fic, Body Horror

Summary: After Jack brings Cas back from the Empty, everything almost returns to normal. Cas moves into The Bunker, they go back to hunting, and they do not talk about his confession. With the number of hunts dwindling, Team Free Will takes up a case in Derry, Maine, a town terrorized every 27 years by disappearances and violent deaths. Even though the cycle isn't due to repeat for another 19 years, they will have to face fear itself to free the town.

Preview:

Near the train yard across town, the Well House stands on Neibolt St. There are no street lamps or warm porch lights marking the way. The Impala's engine cuts through the quiet night, making the silence even deeper when Dean turns the car off.

"We're definitely closer," Cas says from the backseat, worry creasing his brow. It's a look Dean hasn't seen in a long time. He hates it. "My powers aren't... They don't like this place."

From the other side of the backseat, Mike shifts anxiously. "What powers?"

"Cas has some special abilities," Sam starts to explain, spinning out a vague explanation that doesn't come within 100 yards of the truth.

Hey, Cas, Dean tries praying. You gotta get better about mentioning your powers in front of civvies.

Cas just rolls his eyes.

One more thing, he continues, don't get dead.

"It's not my death I'm worried about," Cas snips.

Mike casts a horrified look between them, and Sam heaves a put-upon sigh.

"Dude, not helping," he groans.

"All you gotta know," Dean says, "is if everything else fails, Cas is our get out of jail free card. He's saved me more times than I can count."

They gather their sparse supplies and trek up the overgrown path to the derelict porch with Mike and Sam leading the way. Dean's seen a lot of haunted and abandoned houses in his day; they've hunted and squatted in their fair share. None of them have ever felt like this. If he was more superstitious or maybe less jaded, he'd say the house was evil. Evil leaks from its rotting roof and trails tendrils of decay down the walls. It pools on the floorboards and seeps into his boots. His skin tingles with gooseflesh, and the hair on the back of his neck stands up.

When he looks over, Cas is already watching him. They don't look away when Mike pushes the front door open or when Sam follows him inside.

"I don't want you going in there," Cas says.

"Funny, I was about to say the same thing."

Time is ticking. He can't leave Sam alone, but he doesn't want to go in just yet. He reaches over and, since there's no tie to straighten, fusses with the collar of the trench coat. Cas is wearing a blue tee shirt that nearly matches his eyes. It's one of Dean's favorites, though he's never said it.

He pulls his hand away, but quicker than he can blink, Cas seizes his wrist. His fingers are surprisingly soft; angel healing powers mean there's not a hint of a callus. His thumb slides along the thin skin of Dean's wrist, and even in the dark, Dean knows he's tracing one of his veins. Cas rebuilt him, after all, and knows him down to his very marrow.

"Please, be careful," Cas says to their hands. "Promise me."

The damndest thing is that Dean says, "I promise" before he can even think.

"Guys?" Sam calls from inside.

Right. They have a job to do.

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