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The Possession of Jimmy Novak

Author: bexgowen / @motherofdragonflies

Artist: @eggchef

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 16k

Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Modern AU, Minor Character Deaths, Possession, Smut

Summary:

Dean Winchester was surprised to learn that when his father died, he left behind a beautiful house in the suburbs of Illinois, complete with neighbors who welcomed the newly arrived Dean with casseroles and invitations to join them at church.

It all seemed so very normal.

But there was something about Jimmy Novak that Dean couldn’t put his finger on, something not normal, and when Dean became an unwitting accomplice to Jimmy’s crime he discovered the horrifying truth -

That wasn't Jimmy Novak.

Excerpt:

“Here,” Jimmy said, and Dean carefully lowered Roger to the ground, silently apologizing to the man as his head flopped into the dirt but glad to be free of his deadweight. He flinched as Jimmy tossed the shovel at him, reflexively catching it before it hit him in the face.

“Dig.”

“Oh, hell no,” Dean said, exhaustion and frustration and fear short circuiting the connection between his brain and his mouth.  “You wanna bury him, you dig your own fucking hole.”

Jimmy stalked forward until he was nose to nose with Dean, fury making his eyes burn electric blue. Dean forced himself to hold his ground and drew himself to his full height - he had a few inches on Jimmy, and he was going to use every one of them to his advantage - lifting his chin and looking down his nose at Jimmy, daring him to make a move. 

Jimmy's jaw clenched as he searched Dean's face for any sign of weakness, and then his eyes closed, his head dropping and shoulders slumping like a puppet whose strings had been cut. Dean took a step back and gripped the shovel tightly, bracing himself in case it was a trick. 

Slowly, Jimmy lifted his head and opened his eyes, blinking like he had woken from a deep sleep. He focused on Dean and frowned.

“Dean?” he asked, confused. “What are you—?” He looked around, the furrow on his brow deepening as he took in his surroundings. “Where—where am I? How did I—?”

“Jimmy?” Dean asked warily.

Jimmy took a step back, and tripped over Roger, landing on his ass with a thump. He saw what he’d fallen over and scrambled backwards, kicking up dirt and leaves in his haste to get away from the body as fast as possible. 

“No,” he moaned, shaking his head frantically. “No, no, oh, Roger, no—” He gripped his head between his hands and started rocking back and forth, whispering frantically to himself. 

Dean approached Jimmy, kneeling down next to the man, setting the shovel down behind him close that it was still within arm’s reach if he needed it but out of Jimmy’s reach. 

“Jimmy. Hey. Jimmy.” 

“I didn’t want him to—I didn’t mean for him to—I had thoughts, sinful thoughts, but he—Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name—”

“Who, Jimmy? Who are you talking about?”

Jimmy froze, his prayer dying on his lips. Dean waited. Slowly, Jimmy lowered his hands and looked at Dean.

“Castiel,” he whispered.

 Coming this October to @deancashorrorfest

Title: La Frontera

Author: Owco

Artist: rezal

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester Jesse Cuevas/Cesar Cuevas

Length: 24000

Warnings: No archive warnings apply, canon typical violence, internalized homophobia

Tags: canon divergent, case-fic, established relationship

Posting Date: October 28, 2024

Summary: Something is picking off men along the Rio Grande river. Luckily, Cas, Dean, and Sam are on the case. As they hunt the mysterious monster, Dean gets more than he bargained for as he is forced to confront his ongoing ill-defined relationship with Cas.

Excerpt: “Sorry, didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I was going to the car to get something and I heard voices.” Dean doesn’t mention that the ‘something’ was whiskey because he’d been laying in bed thinking about how nice it would be if Cas showed up.  “I understand. She wished to ask me about God and Heaven, and a series of other questions I’m afraid I couldn’t answer,” Cas says ruefully. He looks tired and worn, Dean has often wondered what it would feel like to never sleep. Cas never catches a break, not even for a night. Not really. Dean steps forward and pulls him into a kiss. Cas melts into it, he always does. It’s like coming home each and every time. He puts his hands on Dean’s hips, then breaks the kiss to rest his head on Dean’s shoulder. Perhaps this is as close to rest as Castiel ever really gets, in the dark liminal spaces they carve out together.  Cas looks too wrung out to be interested in sex, so instead Dean wraps his arms around him and gathers him into his chest. Cas puts his weight into Dean and lets himself be held.  Cas tilts his head out of Dean’s shirt just enough to say, “She knew the name Cassiel, and asked if that was another of my names. I haven’t been called that in some time, not since I was a soldier of Heaven, certainly. It was my name to many, but somehow when she said it I almost told her that wasn’t me. I’m so different now, it felt unfair to tell her I was the same Angel. I am, yet I’m not.”  Dean strokes his back. He understands not recognizing yourself. He sometimes has a hard time believing that the hunter living out of his car while his brother was away at Stanford is the same man whose voice is still rough from screaming for forty years in Hell. He doesn’t say it, Cas knows. Cas was the one who had pulled him out. Instead Dean answers his own question from earlier; his touch does ease the tension out of Cas. Dean has only known his touch to hurt and burn, so he marvels at how Cas’s muscles loosen under him as he runs his hand up and down his back. “Thank you, Dean.” Cas’s voice is muffled by Dean’s flannel.  “Anytime, buddy.” He should touch Cas more, he doesn’t deserve thanks for a little hug.  It shouldn’t be something special.

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no spill blood

story by @howldean | art by @witchy-worm created for @deancashorrorfest

rated: explicit | warnings/tags: graphic depictions of violence, stanford era, creature!cas, case fic, dean is so sick of witches, identity porn, angst

summary: A witch hunt becomes far more than that when Dean rescues an unassuming, innocent, harmless stranger. But Castiel is more than he seems, and as the lines of their unlikely connection blur, so does the truth.

Revenge, plain and simple. Surviving to see it through, not so simple.

teaser: Dean had to figure out what to do with this Castiel guy. Sooner or later, he was going to start asking questions– honestly, he was surprised they hadn’t started already, the usual 'what the fuck's and 'what the hell was that's that tended to come with the job.

But he had questions of his own. He hadn’t seen an altar like that before. Nor had he seen that kind of bad mojo propped up on a shitty set-up, either. Maybe she was rushed, assuming the witch that caught him was working alone.

He doubted he was that lucky.

So what the hell kinds of plans did she have? Why go through the trouble of killing this many to begin with? Just what kind of vendetta did she have? And against who. Rifling through his journal and picking apart newspapers, he sought out whatever the hell he was missing. This was the kind of shit that should click, come to him clearly. Sam had a knack for it. Spotting the pattern.

Dean pushed the thought aside, and pushed the clippings off of his lap. That didn’t matter, he wasn’t here, and they hadn’t talked in– they weren’t talking. Dad knew he could get shit done on his own. That’s why he was on his own. So he just had to take care of this, focus. There was something here, a connection between them all, a reason they were targets. They went missing before they were found dead, that was worthwhile.

Glancing up, he hoped Castiel could be the key. He was still alive. Whatever the witch wanted him for, she hadn’t been done with him. Maybe he knew why.

this october, ask yourself: who makes the rules?

Soup Mates

Idiom: 1. in the soup, Informal. in trouble: 'He'll be in the soup when the truth comes out.'

Freshly freed from Naomi’s brainwashing, Dean and Sam bring a disgruntled and restrained Castiel back to the bunker for safe keeping. But Dean’s ability to protect him are put to the test when Chuck, frustrated with his story being hijacked by a disobedient angel, decides to take drastic action and cut Castiel out of the Winchesters lives, for good.

Rating: Explicit Tags: #season 8 - canon divergent #alternate realities #bottom Cas/top Dean #explicit #smut #first time(s) #idiots in love

Coming October 23, brought to you by the @destielsoulmatebang, @baileys101, and @hawkland!

Title: the lakes

Author: s7jacket

Artist: hexentaenzerin

Song: the lakes

Posting date: September 18th

Rating: T

Any archive warnings: Main Character Death (temporary)

Top 10 main tags: Post-Episode: s12e23 All Along the Watchtower (Supernatural), Baby Jack Kline, Grieving Dean Winchester, Grief/Mourning, Cas died but he got better!, Castiel and Dean Winchester are Jack Kline's Parents

Summary: Castiel never makes it back through the portal. Dean is left with a baby he never wanted to raise and a promise he made to the man he loved and never got to keep.

Dean is a ghost in his own home. He wonders if maybe he died with Cas on that warm May night. And still, the baby looks up at him with Castiel’s eyes.

Author twitter: https://twitter.com/s7jacket?s=21&t=92l8XxqzqV45s1hGHqSYaw

Artist tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/hexentaenzerin

Link to Art: https://hexentaenzerin.tumblr.com/private/761947714885926912/tumblr_FuCA7Q7LzpeS7WOWB

Link to Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59027125

Title: Unless you’re choosing me

Author: Tossukka

Artist: zybynarx

Song: You’re Losing Me

Posting date: September 19th, 2024

Rating: Explicit

Any archive warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Top 10 main tags: Post-Canon, The finale doesn’t exist, Angst with a Happy Ending, Castiel is Saved from the Empty, Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, Break-up, POV Castiel, Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Castiel and Dean Winchester Live Together

Summary: Castiel remembered looking at this room when they had just moved in. It had felt so full of hope, love, and light. Now he felt the same kind of darkness he had felt in the Empty. The kind that would swallow him, drown him if he gave it the chance. All this time he had thought a cure would come through for him and Dean, but now he feared it never would.

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