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what are your ultimate spn fic recs? like, great writing, great plot, great characterisation, instant favourites?
my top 8 right now because i couldn't pick 5:
Fracture mechanics - very angsty post 15x18 fix it. one of those fics where it's hurt/comfort except the author is the one hurting and then comforting you
Spirit of the west - AU, Dean is eighteen and works on his dad’s ranch taking care of horses. Cas, a childhood friend, comes back to town. teen_dean's writing is always phenomenal
Canticles - what happens after dean and cas leave the brothel in free to be you and me. i regularly go back to this fic just to feel the heartache all over again
Where black stars rise (also by teen_dean)- dean and cas explore a canyon. Interstellar vibes. Cas wears cute little hiking shorts
Swimming with the fish pond fish - amazing shorter (25k) post canon fix-it fic with trans dean
Psalm 40:2 - after 15x18 cas goes back in time to meet stanford era dean. Angsty. Young dean is like a fragile little bird i love him so much
You and me and the war of the end times - endverse grace shotgunning fic + jupernatural!
Put them in a box somewhere - 5k, technically a Mary fic but also a kid Dean study. consider it a backstory to why dean was so interested in those ballet shoes
others that are also amazing:
So Says the Sword - Cas is ordered to watch over the michael sword and ends up falling in love with him (of course)
Everyone’s a critic - fluffy AU with a lot of miscommunication. Dean runs a restaurant, Cas is a food critic who calls his garlic bread closeted
Games of skill and fortune - I haven’t actually read this one in a couple of years but I remember really enjoying it. Dean says yes to michael.
In the shadow of your wings - the one where cas gets an italian boyfriend
If wishes were horses - postcanon fix-it by thee teen_dean who cannot miss
The reddit thread fic
Angelus cruorem - just a horny fic where dean drinks cas’ blood
Here, bullet, here - angsty and excellent dean study
Let the old ways die - au where dean is in a band and cas is an ex music producer who now works on a farm. This fic made me go sit on a log in the sun and listen to music for an hour
Seek to know you better - dean and cas go through those questions that are supposed to make you fall in love. But, you know, they’re in love the whole time anyway
Take the bones, begin anew - everything you could want from a fix-it fic
All this and heaven too - author describes it as a love letter to every trans person who ever projected onto dean. i go back to it a lot :^)
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vas a tener que hacer gifs el pueblo lo pide 🕛🧐
ni modo, tendré que sacrificarme por mi na got nation 😔
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Hii!! Can you please add me to the Acquiesce taglist? 💗🌸
Hey hun!! Of course, I'll tag you in the future chapters. Thank you for being interested in my series 🫶🏻🥺
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your url so true bestie
at the end of the day, we all want to fuck that old man <33
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ok so i know armand is a character but i read your url as arm and gender (like arm and hammer baking soda)
NCKDNKCNDOCKEO I LOVE THAT
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I am trans dean content starved, so please gimme a little crumb, a little something something, a measly little headcannon (or 30), a rant, anything, I beg of you 🙏 I am on this hellsite only for trans dean Winchester content and I just know you know what's up fr
okay sorry this took SO long to respond to but nothing was coming to me. anyway here’s 822 words of a trans dean s12 rewrite where Mary comes back and they both have to cope with how much everything has changed
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When he spots her, shrouded in that nightgown, long hair as golden as he remembers, he assumes that Amara lied—that her gift for him was to die, and to go to heaven.
That wouldn’t be a bad gift, actually. To finally rest.
But this doesn’t feel like paradise. There’s still an ache in his knees and his upper back, and he’s almost choking on the sticky summer heat.
He takes a few steps, hands flexing, cautious. “Mom?”
Mary rises from her seat and fixes him with a look that lands somewhere between fear and confusion.
When she doesn’t say anything, Dean struggles to fill the silence himself. “Are you.. really…” he struggles to find the words, heart hammering in his throat “…real?” One hand extends towards her shoulder, shaky. It might just pass through.
But before he can make contact, she whips both hands across to grab his arm, hooks her foot around his leg, and slams him face down into the grass. She plants a foot against his neck to hold him there, surprisingly strong.
Yeah, she’s real.
“Where am I?” She demands, the smallest waver in her voice giving away her fear. “Who are you?”
This is gonna be a hard one to explain. “Ah—“ he grunts as she presses her heel harder against his neck. “I’m your son.”
“…Sam?” She starts to ease up.
Oops. “The other one.”
The air hums with cicadas. Dean is suddenly grateful for the fact that he’s facedown in the dirt, because he hasn’t had to acknowledge this truth about himself with anyone in a long, long time, and his face feels traitorously red.
“Deanna?” He tries, the name feeling ancient and foreign, like something he’d read out of one of the old lore tomes back in the bunker.
“No… my Deanna is four years old, and…”
Dean shifts beneath her, taking in a shaky breath. “A girl? Yeah. Didn’t stick,” he jokes.
She tightens her grip painfully.
“Ah— mom. I was four years old when you died,” he reminds her, shaky.
In a flash her grip is gone, feet scuffing in the grass as she stumbles back. Dean rises, palms out to catch the next attack—but Mary is bracing herself on the bench, bent over at the waist like she might throw up.
Believe it or not, Dean knows the feeling. The human brain doesn’t really want to remember its own death, and it hurts like a bitch when it all comes racing back in. He keeps his distance, trying to remember how Mary sees him—imposing and unfamiliar. A stranger.
That’s what he sees reflected in her eyes when she finally looks at him again.
“Listen, I know it sounds insane. I know,” he starts, but trails off, losing his pace. That’s his mom. Not a ghost. Not a memory. She’s real.
“How long have I been gone?” She asks, finally getting her balance back.
“Thirty-three years.” Longer than she was ever alive. Long enough that Dean has all but erased any trace of the child she remembers. “And you’re…” she looks him over again, seemingly at a loss for words.
“Dean,” he supplies. He tries to take it as a compliment when she looks skeptical. It would be hard to imagine him as a four year old girl, looking at him now. He’ll give her that.
“Listen, I… I know you, okay? You met John Winchester in 1972. Didn’t like him much at first but he grew on you, and the two of you got married in Reno in 1975. Your idea.” He huffs out a laugh, trying to ignore the anxiety building in his gut. “Your favorite song is Hey Jude. We used to dance to it in the kitchen. I tried to cheer you up by putting it on when dad walked out on us for a few days.”
Mary’s gaze softens. Dean searches her eyes, dying for an ounce of recognition. Love, even. Would she still love him?
She takes a few steps closer, stretching out a hand to rest against his chest, over his heart. Like she’s making sure he’s real. “Dean,” she repeats, trying the name on for size.
“Hi, mom.” Nice to meet you.
They teeter on the edge for a moment. Dean is ready to turn away. To hide his face when she rejects him.
Instead she takes a step forward and wraps her arms around him, warm and tight and god, she even smells the same. It’s a scent that doesn’t quite have a name. Just the scent of home, and of safety. Somewhere under his thickened skin, there’s just a four year old kid hanging onto his mother, burying his face in the soft fabric of her nightgown.
They linger there. It’s Mary who pulls away first. Dean turns to look towards the road, desperately trying to blink away tears. “We should, uh… everyone thinks I’m dead. We should get going.”
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the thing about dean is, unlike most other hunter/detective main characters, he is at his core a settle-down man, his default is family man, he takes care of his loved ones and takes care of his car and his house and it's never boring for him, it's what brings him the most happiness because that's the person he is. many other detective characters find peace boring, they enjoy it for a while but they think something's missing in their lives and they end up chasing the thrill back again (sam fits this description perfectly) but not dean. dean hunts only because he has to. he is 100% fulfilled to his core when he's at his home with his family and he's cooking for them or when he's watering the little garden he planted because cas likes the bees. he grumbles because cas can't get up in the morning to water them himself but he grumbles and he waters them all carefully, individually, because every single plant requires different care and he knows this, and he's the happiest there, he's the most fulfilled there, and have you ever seen a character that's more in-character in fluffy domestic fics? you literally can't imagine dean getting ansty and bored at his peaceful domestic life. because dean loves it to his core and you know it. and in canon dean's getting dragged and dragged to hunting, far away from his only ever desire of loving and caring and settling down, and that's just so tragic man
literally also he was the most reluctant to leave the dean smith world AND he strongly considered staying in the djinn dream in what is and what never should be. the man wants to drink coffee and read the newspaper and make dinner for his spouse. did you SEE how excited he was to mow the lawn
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there’s a near identical post of the original screenshot on tumblr too but i can’t find it
DNDKKSKDEK god. I meant more in attitude but I get what you mean. Also maybe he just acts like my brother too much 😩
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Go back to tik tok
I assume you meant to send this to @icaruspendragon
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whenever i see “rwylm” my brain says red leather yellow leather. no idea why but thought i’d share
I’ve been trying to respond to this ask but every time I see it my brain is like :) red weather lellow yeather:)
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im only now reading rwylm and why the fuck did you do this to me
I FORGOR I WROTE THAT
I’m sorry/you’re welcome/I might actually have to reread my own fic at some point
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jared gets into character by reading lore and jensen just watches gay porn while holding a closed beer
SCREAM. thanks for putting thee perfect text post in my inbox
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i loved your fic so much its been a while since I read fanfic and it's so well written I read it three times😭 i was wondering if u have fic recs of those idiots being in love
some of my favorites that come to mind are:
swimming with the fish pond fish (post canon fix it, 25k, trans dean)
cheapest room in the house (idiot boy best friends fic, 90k)
seek to know you better (dean and cas do the 34 questions that lead to love, 32k)
right where I need to be (dean getting sober at a beach house with cas, 9.3k)
lovely to just lay here with you (fluffy postcanon cuddling fic, 2k)
psalm 40:2 (postcanon where cas goes back in time and meets Stanford era dean, 44k)
i also wrote another post canon fix it in which dean gets sober: peace came up on me (73k) and an au where dean works at a grocery store and cas works at a frozen yogurt shop: invisible string (33k)
Also holy shit 3 times??? I love you
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you play the bass? the the big bass bass?
it’s an electric bass guitar :) and I haven’t played before today but it’s going pretty well because I was already good at fingerpicking on guitar
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HI you've probably gotten a million asks about it but I just stayed up way too late reading your cas comes back 10 years later fic and WOW. One of the gripes I have with other fics is that they make everyone kinda dumb or only exist to fill a certain role so it was SO refreshing seeing every character feel real and have their own motivations. I cheered everytime jonathon did anything. I also hate that the show hates showing cas and dean having fun together - they're best friends!! Their conversations and how theyd turn conversations around to make each other happy was so healing. It feels so much like their characters if they were allowed to love each other in the narrative. And the scene where cas got dean candles oh my goddd. I wouldve never thought about this kind of scenario, but you executed it so well that it feels so natural. I could keep rambling but to spare you, I'll just say that feeling so comforted by the fic, I kept thinking "oh my god I love you" to the author, and seeing you say "I love you" in your notes just multiplied all the good vibes. I mean this in the hopefully least weird way coming from an anonymous stranger lol, but I wanted to tell you that I love you too. I hope you have a wonderful day.
asks that make me want to read my own fic/write a book
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i just finished rereading rwylm. and just. damn. the emotions the just everything is so well written. one little moment that i keep thinking about was when dean was like you never stop loving a person, they always are with you. to be loved is to be changed and whatnot. absolutely beautiful fic omg ily <33
people have been so nice and leaving comments and sending asks about my fics lately and it’s so lovely and means so much to me
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