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Destiel Fluff Fic Recs

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Drop Anchor by almaasi - Rated E

AU. A sailor and an enemy pirate are marooned on an island together, and while awaiting rescue they accidentally achieve domestic bliss. Or: Dean Winchester is lieutenant of the Royal Trading Ship Echelon. On a pleasantly sunny but particularly catastrophic day, he is marooned on an island somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean with only one man for company. That man is Castiel, captain of the black-sailed Leviathan: a pirate, no less. Given the circumstances under which they are stranded, rescue seems unlikely, and it could be aeons before a ship even comes by. The two of them may as well make the most of their own private island, personal differences be damned.

The Care and Feeding of Castiel by MalMuses - Rated E

Dean’s quiet time in the bunker is interrupted by some stranger-than-usual behavior from his angel. Oh, and feathers...there are a lot of those, too.

We will not give up on love now by justhockey - Not Rated

(It’s not home now, not anymore. It can’t be when the person that made it home is gone.) Dean starts finding black feathers all around him and he doesn’t know where they’re coming from. Somewhere, out in the Empty, Castiel is shedding his grace, is finding his way home.

The Same Page by Latter_alice - Rated T

Cas smiles at the sound, dazed and feather-light, but the joy is unmistakable. It's the best thing Dean's ever seen. Fuck, he missed him. Missed him so much he didn't know what to do with himself. Post empty rescue.

A Far Green Country Under a Swift Sunrise by ProlixInSpace - Rated T

Finally, finally, finally, there is time for everything.

where they belong by architecture_in_f1ll0ry - Rated G

Dean doesn't let go of the people he loves that easily. Especially when they were right in the middle of a conversation.

One Flash of Light (But No Smoking Pistol) by spiderglass - Rated G

This is the longest road trip they’ve ever been on, just the two of them with no Sam. Dean feels a certain weight of responsibility to do it right. Or, Supernatural with an ’80s pop soundtrack, because Cas picks the music.

sitting here with you (at the kitchen table) by midnightshades - Rated E

Dean has no idea what he did to deserve it, but something so bigger and worthier and holier than him found him between the flames of hell and molded him back into himself. Took his bleeding hands and knit the skin back together like Dean was deserving of it. His arms and legs and chest and throat—every inch of him—has known Cas’s touch. The angel had sewn him back together enough times that somewhere along the line, angel grace replaced dental floss, and Dean has never been the same. Now that it’s done and it’s over, the chasm in his gut eats itself raw. *** A little something about kitchen table conversations, and grief and love going hand in hand.

Make It That Much Better by FagurFiskur - Rated G

Unfortunately, the woman takes that as her cue to continue the conversation. “Did you adopt?” “No,” Cas responds dryly. “Dean forgot the condom.” * Or, four times other people mistook Dean and Cas for a couple and one time Dean did it himself.

on the sixth day by fleeceframe - Rated G

“Right,” Dean says. He nods to himself and tries to believe that Cas means it when he says he’s going to stay. “Right, and Jack, he brought you back?” Cas smiles softly. “Yes, it took him time to figure out how to use his powers in a way that he could reach me, but he succeeded. We had our own reunion and discussion before he brought me here.” He looks back at Dean. “You have, apparently, been quite the talk of Heaven.” Dean frowns and finally pulls away. He would be worried, maybe is a little bit, because when do they ever really catch a fucking break, but Cas is looking at him with something so fragile in his eyes. Something light and hopeful and sad all at the same time. “What’d I do now?” Cas looks at him like his heart is breaking. “You prayed my name to every angel in Heaven for six days straight.” or the one where dean grieves in his own way until jack swings a little power to give dean another shot at that love confession

Water, Sunlight, T.L.C. by youaresunlight - Rated T

Cas is turned into a plant after an unfortunate skirmish with a coven. Hannah brings him to Dean and Sam to seek their help, and Dean has a few emotional discoveries while taking care of Cas. I assure you that this is not (I repeat, not) a crack fic, and I'm rather very proud of it so I hope you enjoy it as well.

like a five pound note by godtiering - Not Rated

Angels are watching over you. It’s dark outside, but she can see the stars. Castiel, angel of God, is kissing her son. They’re leaned up against the Impala, Dean’s back to the door. He has Dean’s face cradled reverently in his hands, and Dean is crying. Dean has his arms wrapped around Castiel’s shoulders, underneath his arms, as if he’s trying to pull him in as close as possible. He’s rubbing his thumbs distractedly against Castiel’s neck, while Castiel runs his hands all over his face, occasionally wiping away tears that trail down his cheeks. They pull apart and breathe in and she sees, rather than hears, Dean sigh soul-achingly deep. Castiel strokes his thumbs gently underneath Dean’s eyes where tear stains have gathered. Dean laughs, the sound watery, and they press their foreheads together. He turns his face inward, his eyelashes brushing Castiel’s cheek. His arms cling tighter and Castiel rubs the tip of his nose gently against the side of Dean’s.

nightlight by fleeceframe - Rated G

But the thing is, as he gets closer, he has to blink his eyes to make sure he’s seeing things right. Because that’s definitely Jimmy’s body slumped over against the trunk of one of the apple trees, but floating above him is- well, it’s a floating light, a sphere with a one-foot diameter, just hanging out at Dean’s chest level. Dean approaches it carefully with a furrowed brow and half-raised hackles. “Cas?” Dean prompts slowly. “Is that-” And the orb is glowing out sweet and white like it could easily be used to keep away the dark in a child’s nursery. It’s so welcoming. Like Dean could just reach out, out, and catch that gentleness in his hands without any sort of consequence. “Hello, Dean,” the orb hums. or the one where cas gets expelled from his vessel and he isn't as much of a dude as dean thought he was

Something Dumb to Do by PorcupineGirl - Rated T

Dean sits back in his chair, drinking his coffee and watching Castiel. After a few moments, he realizes that the soft, mellow feeling in his chest is… contentment. He's not happy in the way that a little kid is happy at their birthday party, or even in the way that he is when Cas or Sam has been miraculously brought back to life after one of the long string of disasters in their lives. He's happy in a new and different way. And has been, maybe, for a while now. Nearly as long as Cas has been living here, human, in the bunker. And then Dean Winchester has a moment of absolute clarity.

Bee Mine by starhoppinglover - Rated G

Castiel is human for the first time. He faces all kinds of new human challenges, like picking out birthday presents, hangovers, and the flu. Good thing Dean is there to help him through it. Gadreel never happened and Cas never got kicked out of the bunker. And he met Charlie. How things should have gone, of course.

The Literal Bear Hug by almaasi - Rated G

Suddenly, Cas was a bear. This was not supposed to happen.

Of Loss and Love by BadassCompany - Rated E

“You saved me,” Cas says. Dean wants to crawl inside that low rumble of a voice and curl up there forever. Delirious, he says, “Yes.” Then Cas says, “You kissed me.” Dean swallows. “And?” Cas kisses him. Something burns at the hem of Dean’s shirt and his eyelashes flutter darker and it’s much, much later when he realizes he’d felt a spark from the lightbulbs blowing out. * Dean barely talks since Cas died. Even once they save him, it's too damn hard. In which fucked up coping styles leave both Cas and Dean convinced the other doesn't really love them. Cas thinks Dean is offering to sleep with him out of the goodness of his heart, or so Cas won't leave. Dean is trying to be less of a dick and ends up crying all the time. Cas just wants Dean to let him be the big spoon. They get to heal and be in love.

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