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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.

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: 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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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.