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gaytedlasso · 1 year

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A portal from the Empty opens up, as Dean emerges with Cas half-conscious and leaning on his shoulder. Unable to bear another step, Cas crumbles to the floor, bringing Dean down on top of him. The portal closes with a crash, and a silence settles in the room.

Cas' chest heaves below him, but Dean can't even take a breath. Cas. Cas is- he's here. He may be covered in Empty goo but he's here. Cas is home. His eyes flutter open and Dean slowly pulls them both up to a sitting position. Cas looks up in exhausted disbelief. Dean's gonna say it. He has to say it. He has to say the words that have been inflating in his ribs and threatening to burst.

"You stupid son of a bitch. Of course I love you." And before he can lose his nerve, Dean grabs Cas by the face and kisses him so hard he's sure that he'll taste blood any second.

Dean pulls away from Cas and finally takes the breath he's been struggling to inhale this whole time - instantly leaving his lungs the moment he opens his eyes to see Cas' face.

Cas looks stunned, maybe horrified. His face goes through the entire spectrum of emotions so quickly that it makes it all indecipherable. Tears in his eyes are so close to falling Dean isn't sure how they're still holding on. His mouth hangs open but not a single word comes out. Oh no. He doesn't want this. He regrets it. He sh--

Any thoughts of doubt were squashed immediately as Cas grips Dean by the shoulders and kisses him like his life depends on it.

It may be their second kiss, but it feels like their first. It's warm and soft and tender. Dean simulationeously relaxes and feels every inch of his body light up as Cas moves his hand to rest in his hair, empty goo be damned.

If he's honest, it feels like love.

Finale, what finale?

I only know the post Empty rescue makeout scene

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ipromiseimlying-blog1 · 2 months

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The Soul Burns Brighter Than The Sun

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If I confessed my love for someone and they Said Nothing I would be very nervous to see them again, Post Season/Series 15, Canon Divergence, Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel grows a soul after the Love Confession, Castiel back from The Empty, Idiots in Love, Castiel and Dean need to use their words, and fuck probably, we'll get there eventually, slow burn, Background Sam/Eileen, Season 16 Supernatural.

Summary:

Cas unwillingly comes back from The Empty and purposefully avoids Dean, not willing to face him after his blatant rejection in the dungeon. Meanwhile, Dean is figuring out what he should do about the whole Love Confession Thing when they learn that Cas's accidental jailbreak broke The Empty, letting out most of its occupants. Now that every villain they have ever fought is back, Team Free Will 3.0 has their work cut out for them. Welcome to Season 16.

Sneak Peak:

They peel out of the garage and Dean floors it on US-40 West. A month, is all Dean can think about. Cas has been back for a whole month.

For the past six-ish months, Dean’s been trudging through his life, barely getting out of bed each day, nearly letting himself get dead by a gang of pussy-ass vampires in masks. Every damn word of Cas’s cute little speech playing on repeat every time Dean closed his eyes. Every time he tries to sleep its dark, and the black goo swallows him up. It’s in his lungs, his nose, he can’t fucking see.

"You are the most selfless, most loving human being I will ever know."

And Cas is the most selfish son of a bitch Dean’s ever known.

He fumes, his foot pressing the pedal down. He’ll show Cas loving. Dean’s gonna rip him apart.

Sam tries to talk to him. “Why do you think he didn’t tell us he was back?” He asks. He’s got the whole kicked puppy thing going on, and Dean’s chest breaks a little. It’s one thing for Cas to do this to Dean. The two of them have always been at each other’s throats. Profound Bond and everything, but to do this to Sam? Arguably Cas’s other best friend? It’s not like the dude’s rolling in the popularity department, so to die and come back, and not tell your two best friends? That’s a new kind of fucked up that makes Dean sick.

And the kicker is, Dean can come up with a guess or two about why Cas didn’t tell them. He’s got the full story, while Sam’s got the whole “He sacrificed himself for me,” PG-13 explanation with absolutely nothing else. Sure, there’s the bloody handprint on the green jacket. It’s still in Dean’s closet because Dean can’t bring himself to wash it, and he can’t ask Sam to do it since that would require talking, so it just sits there, Cas’s blood dark and flaking.

So yeah, Dean can guess that maybe it has something to do with Cas’s whole “I love you, goodbye” speech, but if you leave the world with that much to say, just to come back and give them the silent treatment? It’s fucked up.

So Dean grunts in response to Sam’s question. What else is he gonna do?

Sam’s leg bounces with anxiety. “Do you think he’s okay?”

Dean’s lip curls. “I don’t give a flying fuck if he’s okay or not. I’m going to kill him.”

#destiel fanfic #destiel #ao3 #supernatural #destiel fanfiction #spn #ao3 fanfic #supernatural season 16 #finale fix it #supernatural season 15

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goldenraeofsun · 2 years

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Day 8: Sober

Cas arrives back on Earth with very little fanfare, waking up on a park bench in Tucson, Arizona at 12:00 pm, October 14, 2022.

The sun bakes down from the clear skies overhead, and Cas actually has to squint to get his bearings. He gives his wings an experimental stretch, and they feel whole and strong, if a little stiff from disuse.

With a single thought, he flies to the Bunker. He’s going home after one year, eleven months, and nine days.

The Bunker door opens for him with a wince-inducing screech, and Cas crosses the threshold.

The air smells stale; no souls glimmer from within the Bunker fortifications.

It’s been abandoned.

Left behind.

Cas descends the stairs to the war room, his insides fluttering with a strange sense of anticipation cut short.

Whatever happened to cause the Winchesters to leave, it wasn’t abrupt.

The entire war table is clear – no papers lay strewn about or stray research notes are crumpled in piles.

In the main library beyond, a few books are stacked nearly on the table, and the bookshelves sit neat and orderly,

The kitchen has been left in similar good order. A fine layer of dust covers Dean’s favorite cast iron frying pan, and the pantry and refrigerator are empty.

Led by an invisible force he can’t label again, Cas pauses outside Dean’s door.

He inhales a breath he doesn’t need.

Inside, blank walls stare back at him. A stripped bed, the memory foam mattress bare to the world, occupies the place of honor in the middle of the room.

Cas runs his hand along the surface of Dean’s nightstand, gritty with neglect. His fingers linger where Mary’s photo rested for years. Turning, he takes a seat. The bed compresses a full inch and a half, and, even after all this time, Cas doesn’t understand Dean’s love for this sleeping surface.

Impossibly, this empty room, above all others, feels quieter than the rest of the Bunker, silent as a tomb. A neatly ransacked mausoleum to what was. Bare of everything that made it special, left with only the bones it started with.

Good bones, of course – but just bones. Bereft of any substance, any soul that made this subterranean, sunlight-deprived Bunker a home.

Eventually, Cas can’t take it any longer, surrounded by the ghost of Dean’s things.

He leaves.

Outside the Bunker, he sees the biggest sign he missed in his initial eagerness to return: the Impala is offensively conspicuous in her absence.

In an almost human folly, he had expected everything to be as he left it. He has returned to the Winchesters after long absences before – more than a few times due to his own demise – and he’s always found them more or less the same.

But something happened differently this time.

Cas pulls out his phone and turns it on. He’s learned his lesson about arriving without prior notice. His finger hovers over Dean’s name before he deliberately presses “call”.

It rings, and Cas clutches the phone tight to his ear, his heart in his throat.

“The number you have dialed is not in service –”

Cas listens, baffled, to the rest of the automatic message. What happened to Dean’s phone?

He tries Dean’s other cell phone.

“The number you have dialed is not service at this time –”

The phone cracks.

Cas pulls it away from his ear, lips pursing at the broken screen. Damn. The glass surface still responds to his touch, so he scrolls down his contact list.

The phone rings once, and Cas half expects another robotic voice, but –

“Cas?” Sam demands.

“Hello, Sam.”

“Hey, man!” Sam says, delighted. “Gotta say, when I picked up I thought someone somehow got ahold of one of your old phones, but it’s really you, isn’t it?”

“I’m at the Bunker –”

“Oh, shit,” Sam cuts him off. “Yeah, we moved out a year ago. Not far, though, just outside Topeka –”

Cas takes off without another thought.

Sam is still speaking as Cas lands outside Topeka’s City Hall, “ – after everything went down with Chuck, we thought it was time for a change. For once –”

Cas unfolds his grace, searching the city limits for Sam’s familiar signature, and flies to a two-story house surrounded by an overgrown yard.

“ – the world wasn’t ending,” Sam continues, “or about to end.”

Cas reaches out to touch Sam’s mailbox at the end of his driveway, charmingly shaped like a miniature version of his house. “I’m glad.”

“About time, right?” Sam scoffs. “Anyway – hey, are you outside, dude?”

The curtains twitch, and Sam’s face appears in the window, his mouth hanging open. He disappears,and the front door gets yanked open. “Cas!” he calls, smiling broadly.

As Cas approaches, Sam wraps him in a tight hug. “It’s good to see you. My god, how’re you here?”

“I flew.”

Sam’s grin widens. “I meant on Earth.”

Cas’s brow furrows. “I’m not sure,” he admits.

Sam ushers him inside, saying, “I’m sure it was Jack. I mean, he did it last time, right?” Cas nods, unable to get a word in, as Sam chatters on, “We haven’t seen him in nearly as long as you, but maybe one of these days I can find a summoning spell that’ll actually work on him.”

Cas stares around Sam’s house. It’s as cluttered and messy as the abandoned Bunker wasn’t. Books and papers lay scattered on almost every available surface, and Cas counts three half-empty mugs.

“Sorry, you didn’t give me much time to clean up,” Sam says cheerfully as he shuts open laptop resting on the coffee table.

“My apologies.”

“Forget it, we don’t stand on ceremony here,” Sam says, his tone warm, as he takes a seat on the navy couch underneath the front window.

Cas wanders around the room, perusing the extensive bookshelves lining the whole back wall. He recognizes more than half of them from the many hours he spent researching in the Bunker.

Photos hang on the opposite wall, mostly of Sam and Eileen. Cas hungrily searches every one for Dean’s face. He finds a few, but none taken in the two years since Cas last walked the Earth.

“ – Nowadays, most of the trouble comes from ghosts or vamps, not demigods –”

Oh, Sam has been talking this whole time. Cas turns from the photos to give Sam his full attention.

“ – Which we can totally handle from here. Sitting on the supernatural motherload was great when we were bouncing from apocalypse to apocalypse, but seemed a bit overboard when everything calmed down.”

Cas waits, but Sam’s evidently done catching him up on what he missed while in the Empty. Never mind that he overlooked the most important update. So Cas has to ask, “Does Dean live here too?”

Sam’s enthusiasm dampens a fraction. “No,” he says. “Dean took… everything, you especially, pretty hard.” His brow furrows.

You, especially.

What does that mean?

But the question feels too dangerous, too big, to ask Sam, so Cas asks instead, “Is he still in Kansas?”

Sam shakes his head. “He moved to North Dakota, near Bobby’s place outside Sioux Falls.” He sighs. “It got… bad, Cas,” Sam says in a low voice. “He was spiraling out, drinking like crazy, taking stupid risks on hunts.”

Cas walks on shaky legs to the couch and sinks down.

Sam continues, “I was really worried, so I started calling around, and Jody came though. She said she could use some drama after Claire and Kaia moved into their own place.” He smiles. “She got him to walk the straight and narrow, drove him to his first AA meeting and everything.” He swallows. “He’s fallen off the wagon a few times, but never as bad as those first six months.”

Cas lets the story wash over him, absorbing the details like a sponge.

“He calls every few months to say he’s not dead,” Sam says wryly. “He quit hunting ’cause the triggers were too much for him,” he says to Cas’s surprise. “He’s doing good, though. Despite everything.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

Sam laughs. “He’s gonna be pissed you saw me first.”

Cas frowns, his mouth pursing. “Maybe I shouldn’t.”

Sam throws him a bemused look. “Shouldn’t what?”

“See him.”

Sam narrows his eyes. “Why the hell not?”

Cas can’t meet his gaze. “He’s doing well staying away from the supernatural. What am I but another ‘trigger’?”

“Dude, you’re so much more than that,” Sam says, shaking his head. “You need to see him.”

“But he’s been making so much progress,” Cas argues. “Despite his lapses, he’s still trying.”

Sam runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face. “But, Cas, you might be what actually gets it to stick.”

That makes no sense.

“Dean,” Sam starts, at Cas’s look of complete confusion, “is doing this all for you – in your memory, to live up to your last words.”

“But he already has,” Cas says faintly.

“I know that, and you know that,” Sam says with a snort, “but Dean’s pretty dumb when it comes to this kind of stuff.”

Cas stands. “I have to see him.”

“Tell him I say ‘hi’,” Sam says as he gets up too, reaching out to grasp Cas’s upper arm. “Hey, before you fly off, there’s a standing Sunday dinner invitation with your name on it.”

Touched, Cas envelops Sam in another hug.

Sam claps him on the back. “Don’t be a stranger, OK?”

With one final nod, Cas flies to Sioux Falls, South Dakota. He touches back to Earth outside a small one-bedroom house with a freshly weeded garden in the back and a one-year-old separate garage for the Impala. From inside, Dean’s soul burns as brightly as ever, puttering around the kitchen.

Cas steps up to the front door and raises a shaking hand to ring the doorbell.

An impossibly long 147 seconds later, the door flies open.

“Hello, Dean.”

#suptober22 #finale fix it #canon divergence #reunion #destiel #fanfic #destiel fanfic #sam & cas friendship #s15e18 fix it #rae writes fic

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tomoyorecs · 1 month

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you are spring

Author: Wildehack (tyleet)

Rating: M

Word Count: 20,100

Summary: “You’re not bad,” Kelly says, shocked. “You could never be bad.”

Jack shakes his head hard, squeezing the pillow hard. “You don’t know,” he whispers. “Sam and Dean know.”

God makes a wish. His parents work some things out.

Commentary: One of my favorites ever.

Divergences from canon on 15x20, with Jack going back to life with Kelly and Cas because being God is weighting on him. At the same time, we see Dean and Sam struggling with their baggage and loses.

The POVs flow from Kelly to Dean, connecting them through their stories of confusion, family and love. And through Jack.

The fanfic is written beautifully! The characters are very much in character - in their actions, thoughts and feelings.

Kelly’s and Dean’s relationship with Jack are the main focus, but we also see Cas and Jack, Dean and Sam, Dean and Cas, Sam and Eileen…

The way the author created new God lore and the way they describe the scenes with Jack is so so so good.

Highly recommend it.

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sunflowerromcom · 1 month

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A Safe Place to Leave Your Heart - Chapter Three

“He frowns at his phone, feeling that urge to call her but not wanting to push her any more than he already has. While she’s been texting him back, every time he’s tried to call since he’s been getting her voicemail. He’s a little worried. She insists she’s fine, she’s just been terribly busy, and he gets that, he does… he just misses seeing her and hearing her voice.”

#tedbecca #ted lasso #rebecca welton #writing #fanfiction #Tedbecca fanfic #Tedbecca ao3 #baby fic #sorry for taking so long #comfort fic #finale fix it

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deaneverafter · 2 months

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And a Million More

By Anastasie Denholm

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Everlie (Chevalier) Winchester (OFC)

Summary: Approximately ten years later... or, Dean looks back on his life since retiring from the family business, as his 50th birthday approaches.

Part Two of In a Million Memories (this story can be read on its own as a fluffy one shot, as well)

Warnings: fluff, fluff, and some more fluff, with a side of minor angst, lots of feelings

Length: 6k words

Notes: This fills the "Anniversary" square for @jacklesversebingo!

Cover photo credits: x, x

Thank you to @deanwinchesterswitch for reviewing it and providing feedback that made it so much better! @deans-spinster-witch and @phoenixwritesfanfiction, thank for reading it first and your thoughts!

All rights to the characters and Supernatural belong to the original writers, but the original characters and this story is something I've worked on, and I ask that this story please not be saved and/or copied to any other places or sites.

#dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #jacklesversebingo23 #finale fix it #In a Million Memories #dean winchester x oc

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abominable-space-they · 3 months

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The Alchemical Weight of the Sun Patrol

DCU Doom Patrol Finale Fix it

oneshot

Larry/Rama

Found family

Everybody lives

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payphoneangel · 1 year

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The Epilogue is Here!

Castiel is resurrected from The Empty. While Dean is recovering from casting the spell that brought him back, Cas checks his voicemail.

Turns out, they both just might be able to say what it is they want.

#destiel #deancas #spn fanfic #spn fix it #finale fix it #vinny writes #your honor they are in love

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loveable-pizza-shit · 1 year

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im a simple person, I just want more long af Destiel finale fix-its to obsess over. am I really asking too much?

#supernatural #destiel #spn #ao3 #ao3 destiel #ao3 fanfic #finale fix it #spn finale

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ironkissedmage · 1 year

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In honor of Nov 5th, here's my finale fix-it if you haven't read it! 🖤🖤

#destiel #Nov 5th #finale fix it #fanfic #fan fiction #destiel fan fic #if you read it please let me know!#🖤🖤🖤#deancas

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hellertoni · 1 year

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If You Want Love

Hunter With A Shotgun

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castielhoney · 2 years

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ooooo jensen you wanna do a finale fix-it so bad oooooo

#supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #spn #misha collins #jensen ackles #spn prequel #the winchesters #spn finale #finale fix it

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thefaeriemagic3 · 1 year

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Okay

So I’ve been sitting on a fic idea for about 5 years and finally decided if nobody else is gonna write it I’ll have to do it myself

BUT I haven’t written fic in almost a decade so as a kind of warm up fic I wrote a destiel fix-it

And here that is.

Feedback is much appreciated because I am rusty as hell and I wasn’t a great writer in the first place.

Hope y’all enjoy 😊

#supernatural #destiel #dean winchester #castiel #spn #destiel fanfic #finale fix it #fanfiction

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momoinatrenchcoat · 1 year

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Happy anniversary to the day that Cas tells Sam that he can sit that one case out to settle into his new home with Eileen and:

"What's Understood" by Phoenix_Waves | Rated E | 5040 Words

#ao3 fanfic #spn #destiel #fix-it fic #finale fix it #dean winchester #dean winchester deserved better #castiel #gentle dom castiel #phoenix_waves #November 19th #dean appreciation day

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tomoyorecs · 1 year

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The Shape of Things to Come

Title: The Shape of Things to Come

Author: spiderglass

Rating: M

Word Count: 61,953

Summary: It almost feels like, if Dean went to sleep right now, he could get it back. Like he would slip right back into the dream, and it would pick up where it left off. But Dean doesn’t even want to, now that he can see that world for what it is: a cheap hallucination, poking at all his weaknesses, going right for the soft underbelly Dean never shows.

All that work. All that work Dean had done over the past few weeks, trying to numb himself and act like he’d forgotten about it. And now it feels like the Empty took Cas all of five minutes ago, all over again.

Or,

A post-15x19, forty one year-old Dean gets a taste of what twenty seven year-old Dean went through in 2x20, “What Is and What Should Never Be,” and sees how the shape of his own happiness has changed. Then life goes on, same as it ever was—except for the dreams he starts having at all hours of the day, and a familiar voice that's starting to sound a little too real.

Commentary: You don't have to go to far into this blog to know I'm a sucker for finale fix-its. It's my favorite trope! This story has everything I look for - Dean and Sam having conversations, hunting, Dean being really sad, Empty rescue, getting together and a soft little epilogue. Seems simple, and it is - we don't need huge stories to have huge feelings.

This story is so well written, so nice! As the summary says, we start in a Djinn dreams, which is super well written and makes sense with the show's lore. Dean notices something is weird, but is so happy with the life he is living and the Djinn is so strong that he wants it to be real. In the dream, he realizes he can't deny what he feels for Castiel - Dean is in love with him.

The we go on to follow Sam and Dean for a bit, and Dean is so so tired. That's when weird things start happening and there's hope they'll get to see Cas again.

Everything here happens for a reason. The Djinn dream isn't here just so Dean could think about Cas, but also has a huge role in the rescue plot. The author did such a great job with tying up this story!

The expansion of Djinn and Empty lore is amazingly done.

Very well written, in character and made with care and love.

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