They agreed upon no gifts. If Cas were a girl, Dean would have brought flowers anyway. But Cas is a guy, and they’re just two dudes, hanging out and being dudes and doing dude stuff, and maybe having sex with each other later.
— Avoiding the Road (by the pinup chemist)
There has never been a more Dean Winchester sentence ever written.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Explicit
Summary: “Well, it’s a silly thing to be worried about. The way that you enjoyed the company of women earlier on in your life has nothing to do with the way we are now. And, besides-” Cas’s voice drops to a shy murmur, matching the bashful, knitting rhythm of the way he’s currently playing with Dean’s fingers- “I think I’d like to hear about it.”
...or the one where Dean's a little insecure about his sexual history, Cas wants to know about it, Dean loves eating pussy, and Cas loves Dean.
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This fic is really so sexy and sweet. Also, I love a Dean/Cas fic that acknowledges that Dean is bisexual in a way that celebrates it.
Highly recommended.
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hey guys do you wanna have a flash fic of dean doing the Gay Crisis Tango?
of course you do have some destiel highschool au where Dean sees Cas and cannot cope
Italicized stuff is flashbacks, sorry if theirs eyestrain!!
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Dean sat on his bed, starting at a wall across from him. It was his first day of school in this new shitty town and he was already starting to hate it.
The teachers were annoying, the classes were hard, and he was learning things he wasn't ready to know about himself.
"And this is our new student Dane Winchester!"
"Its Dean." Dean corrected, not in the mood to deal with annoying teachers.
"Right, Dean. Sorry." The teacher corrected himself.
Dean grabbed his hair and let himself give into gravity, falling onto his bed in the motel room he'd be staying in with Sam for supposedly only two weeks, but he knows his dad isn't good about that stuff.
"Alrighty Dane, you'll be over there with Mr. Novak."
"Its Dean." He insisted as he walked over to the desk the teacher, whos name he hadn't bothered learning, had gestured to and sat down.
It wasn't their first time staying in a town so small that the middle, elementary, and high school were all in the same building, having to share desks and only moving from class to class maybe three times a day, one of those being to go to lunch, but, this was definitely the most interesting iteration.
He sat down and looked over at his new desk mate for hopefully only two weeks, and immediately took back that last notion.
The man next to him, Novak, was it? Was... hot. Beautiful in ways Dean hadn't seen in anyone before. Messy brown hair stuck up in every direction, a grim look to his already stubbled face. Bright blue eyes, so blue they pierced Deans heart, lay heavy-set into his skull. Chapped, large pink lips that made Deans mind wander.
Dean immediately looked away, his face growing red and his heart pounding.
'What the fuck?' Dean thought to himself.
'No, no no no no no no no. I am NOT gay. I like women! I've had girlfriends! I am NOT into a guy ive never talked to.'
Dean laid now, after a long, tiring day of seeing that handsome guy he now knew as Castiel roam from class to class and going across rooms and sitting and- Dean had been watching him all day.
Walking back to the motel from school Sam had brought up his staring, as he was now also in highschool and noticed his brothers odd behavior.
Dean new better than to push his brother away and decided to open up.
"I think I might be bi."
Dean had always been aware of being gay and bi and such but his dad had made him think that things like that were just as unnatural as the monsters he hunted.
Sam, of course, immediately told him he was cool with it and asked him why he'd decided to tell him now.
Dean had told him the truth.
And now he's here. Wondering what the fuck changed to make him suddenly bi.
He thought back all the way to his first memories, as far as he could go. In his digging, he remembered the fourth grade, where his dad told him liking men as a man was as wrong as sucking blood. Why had his dad said that?
Then, it clicked.
He'd told his dad he had a crush on a boy in his class. He remembered now. How his dad had freaked out and beat him. Kicked him out of the house for a night. He couldn't believe he could forget something like that.
"Uh, hi?" Dean had said to the man next to him.
"hello." Jesus, even his voice was hot. Rough and deep with a twinge of sincerity.
"Fuck."
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