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Best Served Cold
Pairing: Lucifer x reader
Series Summary: The devil’s revenge can’t be anything pleasant... or can it?
Warnings/tags: swearing, future smut
Word Count: 746
Author’s Note: This is a three part drabble series written for the @ficfacers 2019 auction. A HUGE thanks to whomever bid on me. I had a lot of fun writing this, and probably never would have tried my hand at Lucifer without you :)
Edit: I COMPLETELY forgot to credit @lovelyhexbag for betaing this for me 🙊
You never expected him to be there. You should have noticed the signs. The random flickering of the lights as you walked through the library. The eerie edge hidden within the silence. The not quite so vacuous absence an empty bunker often brought.
By the time you realize you aren’t alone, it’s too late.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here.” The hair on your arms stand on end, the space around you filling with an alarmingly familiar, chill-kissed presence. “You’re not what I expected. Where’s the Hardy Boys?”
Gone, along with Jack and Mary, and the realization of how alone you are hits as hard and fast as your fear.
“It’s not polite to keep your back to guests.”
Your knees wobble, steps a heavy shuffle as you manage to turn yourself around. Your system hits a fever pitch as you finally lay eyes on Lucifer, and there’s a heady rush as his presence fully sweeps over you, his head giving a curious tilt as he drinks you in.
"I remember you," he purrs, a disarming smile stretching across his face. "You're the littlest member of the pack.”
You assume he means newest, but you certainly feel small in comparison to the raw power tingling across the large gap between you, along with the overwhelming rush of adrenaline, nerves, and something in response to him.
“What on earth are they doing, leaving a little morsel like you all alone down here?”
Your heart skips a beat beneath his unwavering stare, then several more at the forked tongue that darts out, wetting his bottom lip in a wholly unwholesome way before his teeth languidly rake across it. You’re not certain what kind of hunger he was staring at you with, a thought that equally terrifies you and sends an inexplicable surge much lower in your body than you expect.
You don’t know what to do with it. Any of it. You. Him. The fact you know nothing good can come from a visit from the devil.
Distraction. It’s the first fully formed thought your mind can manage as it attempts to swim through the haze of instincts drowning out your logic.
You swallow down some of the dryness in your throat. “They’re looking for you.”
He smirks, eyes glinting deviously. “Oh, I know.”
He knows.
His posture suddenly shifts from that suffocating confidence to casual. “So, y/n, can I call you y/n?” He leans against a nearby bookshelf, fingers drifting thoughtfully beneath his chin. “Which of those losers are you…”
He trails off, and it takes a moment for the implication to sink in. As soon as it does, heat rises along your cheeks, or maybe it’s the way his gaze continues to pin you in place, because despite how low-key he’s trying to be, there’s no restraining that infinite piece of him. It burns along the darks of his eyes, and while it may look like ice, it speaks of something far more searing and intense.
He flashes a knowing grin, just before breaking eye contact with you.
"Is it Sammy boy?" His demeanor suddenly changes as he idly inspects his fingernails, like the entire conversation is beneath him despite the fact he's the one driving it. "I almost couldn't blame you. Tall drink of water, that one. Am I right?" He flashes you a chummy smile, but there's no mistaking the wolfish curl his lips take on after a moment.
You shake your head. It's all you can do.
"No?" His brows shoot up. "Man. I mean, Dean's a looker, sure, if you can get through all that flannel."
You shake your head again. You don't know why. You should just let him assume what he wants so he can be on his way, but you feel compelled to play whatever game he's started.
His affect flattens. "Oh, honey, please don't tell me you're fucking my little brother." He shakes his head as if disappointed. "And here I thought you had better taste than that."
His remark renders you more speechless than if he had threatened to snap all your insides to the outside of you, and you’re unable to do anything but blink.
"Doesn't matter," he says with the wave of his hand, pushing off from the book shelf. "All three of them took my son from me.”
His eyes flick up to you, predatory smile stretching from ear to ear.
“Now I’m going to take something from them.”
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A New Perspective
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Word Count: 5471
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester
Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Sexual Humor, Artist Castiel (Supernatural), No Angst, First Date
Summary: A recently dumped Dean is begrudgingly dragged off of his couch by his brother Sam to attend an art show. As it turns out, getting off the couch can be a good thing sometimes.
The third and final @ficfacers prompt!! For one, @emblue-sparks
She gave me kind of a free for all with the prompt and told me to write whatever I wanted, but I know she hates angst.
Almost all of my work is heavy on the angst, and yet for you, I've managed to create something with absolutely NO ANGST LOL. This feels like totally foreign territory for me, so I hope you and everyone else enjoys this once in a blue moon opportunity because I plan on punching everyone else in the feels with all my other wips.
Let me know what you guys think over on ao3!
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The Sound of Longing
Fic written for @ficfacers 2019. My winning bid was from AnonGrimm. I had so much fun writing this fic.
Full 5 chapter fic on my Ao3 (Rated Mature)
Look, I’ll be honest. The house I’m looking at doesn’t have a monster. It doesn’t have a victim, ghostie, or creepy crawly. It’s just a house that’s empty. The owner hasn’t come home yet. If he has any sort of life on a Saturday, he won’t be coming home tonight at all. I don’t know why Sam is having me waste my breath on this case. There’s nothing in this town. He’s still strung out from our last two weeks.
Douche with wings zapped us into the corporate life with no memories. We spent two weeks living the lives of civilians with desk jobs. He’s itching to prove that it will never happen again and that he doesn’t want that snoozefest of a life. He’s too busy trying to prove that he chooses hunting to see that there is nothing here to hunt.
I know I’m happier staking out, cleaning rifles, loading salt rounds, and ganking evil sons-of-bitches, but it felt like a vacation. It felt like a rest from Hell, a moment to breathe after torturing Alistair.
Sam wants to wash it off and pretend it didn’t happen. He wants to forget the two friends he lost while he was trapped in the mind of an IT pencil-pusher. I could do without the memories of that poor kid in the bathroom. He didn’t deserve to go out just because Zachariah chose to stir up our brains. We could have had that ghost before… What’s his name? Ian? Ian died. I didn’t know him. Sam did. I called him “pencil-neck” and Sam didn’t take it well.
“He had a name.”
His name was Ian. He was Sam’s friend, but we’re still not allowed to have friends. Not ones with nine to fives and no supernatural protection.
I am glad to be back, though. Back to eating bacon cheeseburgers and drinking beer. Back to long hours driving and highlighting newspapers. Back to normal, health-insurance and pay free. I’m back to staring at a boring house and sitting in the car just so I can think.
I keep running over why I said yes to torturing someone, no matter how evil he is. I had waited thirty years of what I thought was going to be eternity to start torturing anyone. I didn’t want to go back to it the second I was back topside. I didn’t want to look into his ugly face and hear his slimy voice. I know why I said yes, though. He asked me to.
Mister blue-eyes-and-trench-coat showed up and asked me to do him one little favor and there I was like a lost dog. Any other angel and I know I would have said no. If Zach had asked, I might’ve even told him where to stick it. Junkless did ask, and I told him no. I made the mistake of asking to talk to Cas alone. Talk to the only being that could make my heart run wild and make him convince me to help him with those eyes and that voice. No, it had to be Castiel. It had to be him.
Something keeps coming up with him. Uriel and Cas have both said that Cas is getting too close to me and that he likes me. The words are a fist around my heart. I don’t know why I care. Anna already told me that angels can’t fall in love. Not that that’s what I’m thinking about because it’s not.
Love. I can repeat the word over and over and I’ve always just seen a blank screen. I guess that’s not true anymore, but who knows what that means? I’m not allowed to fall in love. I’m a solider for Earth, Hell, and now Heaven. I’m a bullet-shield if anything and unworthy of that kind of feeling. It’s not like I hear that word and think about my pounding heart and sparking lights. It doesn’t mean anything if I hear that word and feel my stomach twist because I think about him. He doesn’t think about me. Not as anything more than some rescue dog from Hell anyway.
What does it mean he likes me? What the fuck does that mean? It can’t mean anything. I want it to mean something. I want it to mean anything and everything.
“Hello, Dean.”
I jump out of my skin and look over to the passenger seat of my previously empty car. “Don’t do that!” Always. Whenever I have a moment to just think, here he is, sitting next to me with his blue eyes narrowed like he can read my thoughts. “Why are you here?”
“I always come when you call,” he says, the gravel in his voice raking over me.
“False alarm. I didn’t call.” There’s no point in trying to look back at the most ordinary house. Cas’ eyes are pools to drown in. I can’t breathe.
“I can hear longing, Dean.”
What the fuck? What kind of thing is that to say? I don’t long for things. Especially not people. Or angels. I don’t long for him. I don’t long to run my hand down the side of his face or feel his lips on mine. I do not long for his arms around me. I don’t long to be shoved against a wall by him, our noses touching, eyes locked. I definitely don’t long for Castiel.
“Excuse me? You’ve got the wrong number, pal.”
“What number? I didn’t call you.” Cas shifts, his eyes cast down to my lips before finding my eyes again. “It hasn’t stopped, though. I don’t understand.”
I force myself to look away and find myself staring at the boring house again. This is the most pointless stakeout in the history of our hunting career. I could be at a bar drinking and flirting with anyone who walks by. Instead, I’m biting my tongue and contemplating how badly I want him.
“What are you doing here?” Cas asks, his face turning toward the same building that I’ve been watching.
“Humoring Sam.”
He doesn’t say anything else. I should’ve said something to keep him talking. I could have told a joke that would have gone over his head just so that he would tell me that he doesn’t understand.
“I’m sorry, Dean.” I wasn’t expecting that. I look back over at him and watch his head turn slowly. His eyes are filled with his apology. “I’m sorry about what happened with Alistair. I should have protected you from Heaven’s orders. I should never have let you walk into that room.”
“Don’t like what came out?” I don’t mean to joke or throw my words back in his face, but I am scared of the answer. His apologies could be his goodbye, and I’m not ready for that.
“That will never happen.” My heart lodges itself in my throat. “I tried to redeem myself for that by protecting you from Zachariah, but I was detained.”
“You were detained?” The way he talks drives me insane. He’s poetic and formal for no reason.
“Yes.”
When he doesn’t say more, I feel like it’s my turn. I’m supposed to accept and forgive him. I’m supposed to acknowledge that he’s sorry so we can both move on.
“Yeah, okay.”
“I have to apologize for my actions after you and Anna…” Can angels blush? Is that what’s happening? “I was jealous. That was one of the reasons I was kept from you. They accused me of getting too close to my charge. I can’t deny that accusation, but jealousy isn’t something that is allowed in Heaven. I could have protected you more effectively if I hadn’t let myself feel so strongly.”
Jealous? Jealous of Anna. Jealous of Anna when she was a human and asked me for her last night as a human. Jealous of the kiss in the barn before she powered up. Castiel was jealous? Jealous of me or her? Please be jealous of her.
“What do you mean, jealous?”
“It’s not of import. I… I should go.” He can’t leave now. Not after he opened that up.
“Cas,” I hear myself begging as I grab onto his arm. I can’t let him leave. Not now. “Talk to me.”
Cas sighs and I’m sure I’m wrong. I’m wrong in thinking he was jealous of her. Why would he want me? Now my hand is on his arm and I can’t take it away. If he can hear longing, he can probably feel it through his arm by now too. I shouldn’t have stopped him. I could have gone my whole life without this conversation.
“Uriel wasn’t lying to you when he told you of my affections.”
I want to scream. I want to ask him to clarify. I want to hear him say it. I need to hear him say it. His affections . What? Can you have a heart attack from thinking someone may have a crush on you? I think I’m having a stroke.
“I thought angels couldn’t fall in love.” Love. He never said he loved me. He said he has affections . Whatever that means. Now I’ve ruined it. I’ve lost all of my chances by using the world’s dumbest word.
“They can’t.” Fuck. “At least, I thought we couldn’t.”
I remember my hand on Cas’ arm and rip it away. He can’t mean it. He has to mean it. “I’m not allowed to fall in love. I’m just a soldier.” I repeat the words that I’d heard and told myself repeatedly through the years. I’m just a soldier. I’m disposable. I’m not meant for love or ‘ affections ’.
“That does apply to both of us.” Cas reaches out and takes my hand back. I should keep it from him, but his touch is all that I can think about.
“I guess it can’t be love then.” I lose the fight of not staring at his lips.
“I don’t think it matters what we call it.”
Cas drops my hand to cup my face instead, leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. It’s warm and soft and now I think I’m definitely having a heart attack. My heart slams in my chest as if it’s trying to escape as Cas’ mouth opens mine. I feel his fingers dragging through my hair as I pull him against me. His kisses swallow me whole.
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Who wants to read about the Wayward ladies kicking some ghost butt? Fic dropping in about 30 mins! Stay tuned!
#supernatural#spn#spnfamily#ficfacers 2019#ao3 fanfic#fan fic#fan fiction#fanfic#wayward af#wayward#wayward sisters
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Detour
My second Ficfacer2019 story is done!
A mostly sweet and fluffy T-rated story featuring our favorite hunter and amazing angel. 8k words
Summary: Dean and Cas can finally live their lives after their ordeal with Chuck. A planned vacation to Mauritius turns to a brief visit to Sweden due to stormy weather. Dean comes to realize that vacation does him good, and vacations with Cas does him better. And even though Sweden isn't exactly a tropical island, he's not complaining.
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“Open your eyes.”
Dean opened his eyes slowly, trying to gather his bearings. He was looking out over a beach alright, but not quite the one he had been expecting. It was narrow and more pebble than sand. Technically, he could sink his toes into it, but it would be less of a tropical feeling and more of a homemade-gravel-pedicure. The sun was out, spots of sharp light reflecting in the water but the warmth was not enough to stop a shudder going through Dean. The body of water looked more like a lake than the ocean, and along the shoreline, Dean spotted several buildings, a huge bridge spanning over the water and what looked like a park. He glanced at Cas. “Did your angel-GPS malfunction or something, Cas? This does not look like Mauritius.”
Cas smiled, shaking his head. “My 'GPS' doesn't malfunction. I sensed the last remnants of a huge downpour over our location in Mauritius. So I figured a brief detour would do us good until the weather clears and then we'll be on the island.”
“Uh-huh. Alright. So how long until the weather clears?” Dean turned and noticed that the tiny beach was close to a paved path that by the looks of it went all around the lake. Now and then, people passed by, but none seemed to take any notice of them. They just looked like two guys staring out over the waters. “And where are we?” Dean added.
“By my estimations, the weather will be back to normal in around seventeen hours. That gives us plenty of time to explore Juna. It's in Sweden, the southern parts.”
Dean grabbed his suitcase, raising an eyebrow at Cas. “Sweden, huh? The land of IKEA, Volvo's and Robyn.” Another chill wind passed by Dean, and with the sun in hiding, goosebumps rose all over Dean's skin. He pulled at his green and black flannel shirt, which suddenly felt all too thin. “I guess Sweden didn't get the memo that it's summer.”
https://archiveofourown.org/works/20693855
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Hello people!
I´ve been a little away from my Social Media lately, due to some “real life” issues. So, sorry for any messages without reply!
After lots of medical appointments and exams, I discovered I have some kind of infection going on on my right shoulder and a f***ING tendinitis! It´s more related to 2 YEARS locked at home (yes, I moved to home office in September of 2019, when I was treating a lesion in my right knee, what was suposed to go for just some months, but so, came the covid and the entire world went to lockdown with me...) than repetitive movements.
YEAH BABY, full time drawing wasn´t the issue and I wil stay drawing. >D
So, don´t worry, it´s not a serious thing, just annoying. And I don´t need to stopping working, just slow down a little, and focus on exercises and physiotherapy, doctor´s orders!
But yes, I´m working in like 1/4 of my normal speed and sadly I probably will not me posting very often for some time
All the comissions I have RIGHT NOW, including the ones for my dear @ficfacers bidders are still in progress and will be finished in time (or a little late, but it will be finished as soon as possible). And also my arts for DCBB.
But no more comissions or bangs for the rest of the year! Sorry! ó_ò
And I´m threatening my physiotherapist to make some miracle in ONE month, so I can still join Suptober, Inktober, Huevember or whatever LOL! I will not be able to post all the 31 days, but I will try.
But I will be here, following all the fandom energy and replying messages! :)
Miss you all! My hugs
Gio
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Series of posters for Fics I wrote (and co-wrote) for the 2019 FicFacer$ charity auction. Posted to my AO3.
These were made pre my Photoshop days using an app on my tablet... yeesh. Everyone has a starting point I guess ;-)
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2020 Writing Year In Review
I debated whether I wanted to make this post, as it felt a lot like putting my various failures in black and white for all to see. From a certain standpoint, 2020 was not a good year for creativity. I spent a lot of time wailing that I only did this much writing and only had this much to show for it, then I reevaluated.
My drafts folder grew a bit. Okay, it grew a lot. I initially saw this as starting things I didn't finish and beat myself up for it, which is really good and useful and helpful, right?
The drafts themselves grew. I've mostly written paragraphs at a time all year, since I didn't have the brain power for much else. Sometimes I could only add a few notes before I tapped out. Progress, but not much.
I finished three projects. Just three. Every single one of them stalled until the deadlines were breathing down my neck and I pushed through in panic and anguish. I worry about the quality of the work, given the circumstances it was finished under.
I meant to use writing as my usual coping mechanism, but I kinda ruined it for myself. My conclusion? I put too much emphasis on productivity. I occasionally compared my output to others, seeing hordes of people who had a sudden boom in content because events made it possible. Mostly, I compared myself to...myself. '18 and '19 were excellent years where I did almost nothing but write and upload, and that was on top of previously steady posting. To see it come to a screeching halt was, if not the MOST stressful personal issue last year, at least in the top five and accounts for about 30% of the white hair that came in. Fun stuff.
However, in the interests of actively trying to put less pressure on myself and shifting my outlook on a lot of things, let's try adjusting the focus.
My drafts folder grew, with a lot more options to work on when I can.
The drafts themselves grew, and they're all getting that much closer to finishing.
I finished three projects, and I earned the right to feel proud of them.
And as a nice bonus, people engaged with all three! :D
So here it is, the 2020 round up:
Friction - I actually started writing this in 2019. It was supposed to work with a few holiday prompts that I missed deadlines for. The takeaway is, you just can't force it. And you'll like it so much better if you roll with it wherever it wants to go. Favorite line? "Eat more kale!"
Roadside Assistance - My first time participating in the FicFacers charity auction! This one came with extra anxiety, as it was based on a request, but I figured that if they knew my work well enough to request anything, I just needed to trust myself. Favorite line? "In another life, yes, but I have standards nowadays. You should try it sometime."
With The Touch Of A Button - I've been wanting to get in on the Coldest Hits fun for awhile, and this challenge's theme seemed perfect. Of course, I started freaking out when nothing went as I planned it once I started writing, but again, trust the story that wants to be written, not the one you thought you were writing. Favorite line? "Did you just rewind him?"
And there we have it! Here's to another year scribbling! 🎉🎊🍻
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My contribution to the @ficfacers 2019 event. I had a lot of fun going wild with it ~ request for @hartlessfiction
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dmsilvisart 2019 Round Up
So I’m looking back at 2019 from a purely art standpoint and I’ve realised I suck at tagging, I had to go back and tag a lot of my art just to find it on my own page but also.....
HOLY HELL Y’ALL, I don’t think I could’ve crammed anymore into this year if I had a shoehorn to do it!
I’ve been blessed to work with so many wonderful writers this year in bangs, and be inspired by many other random stories.
@smaltrolven, @tobythewise @cyanspica @kitmistry @emani-writes@navajolovesdestiel @jupiterjames @unforth @punk-is-notdead @a-insominia @cutelittlekittykorner @notfunnydean @kradarua @nickelkeep @caslikescoffeeandfreckles @tricia-16 @taymeelove @zaphodsgirl @desiraelovesdestiel @idkkarlo @ohreallyjenn @klove0511 @followyourenergy @ravenscat-tumbler @thayerkerbasy @grey2510 @tenoko1 @saltnhalo @profoundposes @ficfacers
There’s been:
19 Bangs,
6 random prompts & prizeart pieces,
4 belated 2018 birthday art pieces,
14 random fic art pieces and/or commissions,
only 3 charcoal pieces :( i’m missing my charcoal, and
so much other art for nonfandom exhibits & commissions (42 pieces in total)
I’ve chosen my favorite piece from each bang and combined them into one picture, except The Path Between The Stars cuz I had two favorites which, of course I did! lol
You can find all of my FANFIC ART HERE with links to each story, but here’s a small example. In two of the bangs I HATED all the art I did, from a technical standpoint not from a story standpoint, but I’ve included them because they are part of my year:
My non-bang fanfic artwork, commissions and art trades:
Ficfacers:
Profound Poses:
I’ve done way too many commissions and a lot I can’t show because they’re other peoples children (portraits and such) but here’s what I can show of my other artwork:
THANK YOU ALL FOR ALL THE INSPIRATION!!
2020 IS GOING TO BE FULL OF BEAUTIFUL THINGS, WONDERFUL COLLABORATIONS AND A RETURN TO MY BELOVED CHARCOAL
Oh I also wrote in 2019....all that work can be found @dmsilviswrites or MY AO3
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when your objective is to make a short smutty canon oneshot and for some reason they just don’t want to bone
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All of the Dean/Cas fics written for 2019, listed by chronological order. Will be tagged with ratings and any triggers that may apply.
Pietaimori - Canonverse - 2,070 words - Explicit
Dean is Turning 40, but Cas isn't sure what to get him. With some advice from Sam, and a lesson from a show that he and Dean watches, Cas comes up with a great idea.
Ambulansque Dormitet - Canonverse -6,561 words - Explicit
Dean has never sleep walked his entire life. He would know. Sam never would have let him hear the end of it.
Now, after being freed from Michael's possession, he is caught sleepwalking and he isn't hearing the end of it. Upset at being treated like a glass cannon, Dean takes matters into his own hands, the best way he knows how.
Remember - AU - 683 words - General - Reincarnation Tales Series
Sam drags Dean along to a Gallery opening hosted by Sam's crush Sarah. Dean gets a lot more than he bargained for when arrives.
A Kissing Story - Canonverse - 3,297 words - Gen - PB Gift Exchange: Fairytale
Dean is nursing a cold and because he wants to make sure his immune system stays up to snuff, he refuses to let Cas heal him. Cas plays along and heals him in the old fashion way. With Orange Juice, Chicken Noodle Soup... and a Bedtime Story?
Like Home - AU - 4,549 words - General
Castiel's twin sister Hannah is getting married, and as the Man of Honor, he's been along for the Bridal Show and Wedding Planning ride. After talking about the last one with his best friend/roommate Dean, Dean suddenly wants to tag along (mostly for the free food). Can Cas handle pretending to be engaged to his best friend?
Anteros - AU -1,038 words - General - Reincarnation Tales Series
Dean is stuck on some research for a book he is writing. Thanks to some help from his friend, he is able to get an audience with the premier expert of Greek Mythology.
Blue-Eyed Guy - Canonverse - 1,222 words - Teen
Cas froze as the singer broke into the chorus. He had heard that song only an hour ago. It should be a brown-eyed girl.
Ride ‘Em Cowboy - Canonverse - 1,391 words - Explicit - PWP, Art/Fic Exchange
There are two things everyone should know about Dean Winchester. He loves Cowboys, and he always cheats at poker. Cas forgot the second one.
Scribere Jussit Amor - Canonverse - 11,368 words - Teen - DCRB 2019
TW: Canon Temporary MCD, Suicide Idealisation
When a case involving angels pops up, Sam needs a book from Cas' room and asks Dean to get it.
After a quick phone call with Cas, and making sure he has the red book, written purely in Enochian, Dean's sure the brothers are ready to go.Except, Sam has now translated Cas' journal, leaving Dean to face some very harsh truths when it comes to a particular Angel of the Lord.
Hallelujah - Canonverse - 1,051 words - Teen
TW: Near-Death Experience
Needing to get away from the bunker for reasons of his own, Dean takes on a solo hunt that should be a simple salt and burn.
When the hunt goes South, can one word said at the brink of passing out fix things?
Of Love, Lust, and Hoax - Canonverse - 17,255 words - Explicit - CasDeanFlipFest
Cas and Dean have been settling into their relationship, comfortably figuring out what works for them. Just when they have finally decided to come clean to Sam and Charlie, Sam discovers a case in which newly married couples have been abducted from a Las Vegas Resort. Can the two of them keep their relationship under wraps long enough to solve the case? Or will their secret prevent the situation from being solved?
Use Both Hands - Canonverse - 2,150 words - Explicit - FicFacer$ 2019
Sick of Dean’s self-loathing, Sam sets it up so his brother and Cas act on their feelings for one another.
For the Last Time - AU - 37K words - Explicit - DCBB
TW: PTSD & Anxiety (both Dean), Non-Con Kiss (against Dean, not Cas.)
It's been three years since Dean's had any kind of vacation. Until now. Sam and Eileen gift him a cruise as a thank you for all the things he's done for Sam, for them, for the whole family.
A week away at sea seems like an ideal vacation. Still, when your name is Dean Winchester, and nothing in your life has ever gone your way, it looks like a disaster waiting to happen. Can a new friend help him turn his luck around and help him navigate the rough waters?
Secrets Stolen - AU - 7,289 words - Teen - PB Exchange: Masquerade
Dean’s been in love with his roommate, Cas, since college, but has never acted on it. Sick of watching her best friend pine, Charlie tries to make him move on. Uncertain that it’ll work, Dean tags along to the final LARP of the year, only to meet a Raven-masked stranger with a deep Russian accent.
Angel - Canonverse - 669 words - Gen
Overcome by a moment of whimsy, Dean walked down the stairs and stepped into the middle of the yard. He looked towards the sky and closed his eyes, letting the snowflakes gently kiss his skin.
Twas the Night - AU - 3,547 words - Teen - Timestamp to Like the Angel
After settling into a life of domesticity with Dean and Emma, Cas gets to celebrate Christmas as a family for the first time in years.
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