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castielmydarling · 7 months

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Suptober 2023-Day 14: Fever

Feel Better 721 words on AO3 or below. Summary: Dean notices something is off with Cas

Dean and Cas were in the Dean Cave with Cas stretched out on the couch, his head in Dean’s lap. Usually it was the other way around but Dean realized he might like this arrangement more. He got to look down and stare at him without being embarrassed at being caught, he got to run his hands through his hair, yeah it was a nice set up. His relaxing pastime was interrupted by Cas turning over to have another coughing fit.

“You ok?” Dean questioned. “You’ve been coughing all day.”

“I’m fine.” He replied, trying to stifle another cough. “It’s just allergies. It’s dusty here.”

“Uh huh.” Dean kept the bunker clean. There was no dust in here, thank you very much. He let his hand slip from Cas’ hair to his forehead. Just as he suspected, it was warm.

“Hey, Cas, how you feeling?” He asked innocently.

“Still fine. A little cold actually.” He said with a shiver.

Dean reached back for the blanket and covered him. Cas pulled it tight, snuggling into it. That confirms it, thought Dean, he’s sick. Cas started coughing again.

“I think you’re sick.” Dean said, gently.

Cas scoffed. “Dean, don’t be ridiculous. I’m an angel, I don’t get sick.”

“An angel whose grace levels are inconsistent at best. The witness you interviewed the other day was sick. You probably got it from them.”

Cas tried to get up but Dean could see it wasn’t easy, as if the simple act of sitting up was tiring. “I’m not sick.”

Dean could see where this was going. “You know,” he said casually, “I think I’m ready to go to the room. What about you?”

“But this episode isn’t over?” He said confused. “I thought you wanted to catch up on Dr. Sexy.”

“I do but I kinda got distracted on my phone. I don’t really know what’s happening anymore, we can watch it later.”

Cas shrugged. “Ok, if you say so.”

It took all of five minutes for Cas to fall asleep once they got to the room. Dean carefully got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. He would be ready with soup and cold medication for Cas when he got up. He could protest all he wanted but Dean knew cold symptoms when he saw them. The make of a true Winchester, always in denial when sick and Dean guessed, a terrible patient too.

Finally, about two hours later Cas stirred. “Hey sleepy head, how are you feeling?”

Cas groaned. “I’m fine, Dean. I was just tired.”

Dean laughed. “I know you’re sick. You know you’re sick. You just don’t want to admit it. So we’re going to take your temperature,” he held up the thermometer, “and before you say anything about how you’re an angel and could just tell me I want to see it myself cause I don’t trust you to tell me the truth.”

‘I wouldn’t lie.” Cas protested weakly.

“You would,” Dean insisted, “because if you’re sick that means your grace situation is probably getting worse. I know you think not having your grace makes you useless on hunts but I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I don’t care about that and I never have.” He squeezed Cas’ hand. “Now this is the part where I would kiss you but I don’t want to get sick.” He laughed.

Cas tried laughing but it quickly turned into another coughing fit.

“Now let’s take your temperature.” Dena handed him the thermometer.

Cas sighed. “That won’t be necessary, it’s 100.7. You were right, I’m sick. And you were correct about my reasons for not wanting to acknowledge it.”

Dean gave Cas’ hand a quick kiss. “And we’ll talk more about that when you’re better, I promise.” He motioned for Cas to sit up. “But first take these.” He handed him a glass of water. “I don’t know if these will even work with your grace but it won’t hurt. I also made soup earlier so I'm going to grab a bowl for you now.”

Cas took the pills without complaint. “Thank you, Dean.”

“Of course,” he said sincerely, “and who knows, your grace might kick in soon and you’ll be better in no time, but first soup.”

Cas heard the unsaid I’ll take care of you until then.

#suptober23 #destiel fic #destiel #castiel #dean winchester

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melanieathene · 7 months

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Suptober 2023 Day 6 - Full Spread

I look at the feast spread out before me, and I can't believe my eyes. There you lie – full spread – open to me in far more ways than in body. Naked in spirit. Revealed to me as you have never been to another.

I am honoured at your trust. In awe of your bravery and beauty.

I know this can't be easy for you, being with another man. I know the road you took to get here was long and hard: overcoming the hurtful lessons of your father, risking the good opinion of your brother, hoping that this is what I want too.

Oh, Dean, how could you ever doubt that I would want you? You are my heaven, the manna that I crave. You are my home, my life, the one I hold most holy. You are the Righteous Man whose soul captured my heart the moment that we met.

“Cas?” you whisper, trepidation creeping into your eyes.

I have been quiet too long. I should have thrown myself upon you, let the fires of desire consume us. And I will – oh yes, I will, my love. But give me this – a moment to savour – before I rip off my clothes and join you in your bed.

“I love you,” I say, helpless to hold back a truth that cannot be denied. “I love you. I want you. I can't believe this is real.”

“It's real, Cas. Believe me.”

And I do.

I tumble into his waiting arms, knowing he'll catch me as I fall.

His kisses are like wine, intoxicating. His scent... his taste... his touch... the little sounds he makes as we dance the dance lovers have enjoyed since the dawn of time. Each step brings us closer, ever closer... lifts us higher...

My mind goes blank, awash with pleasure, that rapture impossibly increasing as he follows me down.

For a moment we simply lie there, a tangle of sweaty limbs wrapped in silence, his heartbeat a furious tattoo that vibrates in my chest.

Together. We are finally together. This is why I was created. This is where I'm meant to be.

I am his – I've always been his. And, now, he is finally mine.

#Suptober #suptober23 #suptober23 day 6 #destiel #spn #supernatural #Dean Winchester #Castiel #first time

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wiseoldowl72 · 2 years

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Precious Moments

My entry for Day Two of #Suptober2022.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42149211 or text here:

Suptober Day 2 - Pillow talk

Precious Moments

“Hi Daddy!” Michael yells as he runs into the house after coming from Krav Maga for kids as his Papa trails after him. Cas walks tiredly into the kitchen, leans in to give his husband a kiss.

“I’m still getting used to the new floor at the hospital. Thank goodness I’m good with the 12 hour shifts.” Cas strips off the evidence of his new position as an RN in the ER.

“Well, is St. Luke’s even worse than the other place?” Dean says as he takes the potatoes out of the oven. “Let’s have a seat buddy, supper’s ready. Burgers okay with tater tots?” Dean asks. “You have to eat your mandarin oranges too. Hear me?” Dean’s ‘Dad voice’ makes an appearance.

“Papa, will you help me with bedtime? I want to tell you about school and my class?” Michael pleads.

“Finish your dinner and then I will because it is time for your bath, sharing and story time.” Cas reminds him.

Dean and Cas quietly take their spots at the table and hungrily dig into their cheeseburgers and baked potatoes.

“Oh hon, do you want a beer?” Dean had forgotten to ask before they sat. He did remember the butter, sour cream, and chives for the potatoes though.

“Do I like cheeseburgers? Don’t be stupid, of course I want a beer tonight, or two.” Cas responds. “Oh, these are good. I really dislike the cafeteria food or cafe food if I’m unable to get a break.” Dean nods his head in thanks. Turning to his son, Cas said encouragingly, “Michael, just a few bites left and we’ll get started for bed. Good job on eating your fruit first.”

Dean and Cas clink their bottles together as a symbol of surviving another day in this crazy world. Michael finishes up his supper and asks, “Can I please be excused, Papa, Daddy? I’m getting tired and we have to do ‘The Things’ before our cuddle time!”

“Sure thing bud, head on up to the bathroom, Papa will be right up.” Dean smiles at their five year old son remembering when the adoption company called with the exciting news they’d been chosen as parents. “Cas, I’m continually grateful for the gift of our son. I never thought I’d be a Dad.” They were the one to bring Michael Henry Winchester-Novak home from the hospital. He still dreams about those early days. Precious memories recalled while moving about his beloved kitchen starting to pick up the dishes.

“Love, I’m heading up to take care of Michael. Are you alright down here cleaning up and shutting down for the night?” inquires Cas.

“Sure thing,” Dean chuckles,” we do not deviate from the bedtime routine. I’m glad we share this time. I know there will come an age our boy won’t want us to have anything to do with him.” Dean is quite sentimental tonight.

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“Michael, do you have your pj’s? You are always so sweaty after class. Let’s get your bath run and wash your hair. ” Cas smiles.

“Yes Papa, tonight in class we learned more about why we take martial art classes. It’s so I can protect myself from bullies and be strong like you and Daddy.”

Cas washes his son’s hair while humming along to let Michael know he’s paying attention. There will be a time when he has to tell the boy about the bullies he dealt with in school everyday. Heaven forbid you aren’t the popular or silent kid in the school. Cas distinctly remembers the bruises he came home with because he was smart and engaged in his classes.

“We practiced our bows and when they were used, ducking punches bad people, the proper right way to kick someone if they want to hurt us.” Michael happily chats on about his evening.

“All done boy-o. Let’s get your teeth brushed and hair combed.” Cas says. “Now after we’re done here, what are the next steps?”

“Pillow Time!” Michael yawns.

Cas carries his tired boy to his bedroom with a train theme. “Boy-o, what happened in school today?” He asks after he’s laid down next to Michael in his bed.

“I got asked to be the weather monitor for the week. I look outside every morning and put a sticker on the calendar showing what the weather outside is.” The Kindergartener quietly smiles proudly. “I’m happy it’s finally my turn. I waited so long.” The young child yawns loudly and his mouth drops open. “Can we read now, Papa? I don’t want to fall asleep without cuddling.”

“What is your book of choice tonight, my love?” Cas gently smiles preparing for the best part of the evening.

“I Spy!” Michael answers quickly.

Cas looks over at the group of about a half a dozen I Spy books they have accumulated in the short time Michael has started to read. “How about Spooky Night since it’s October?”

“Sure,” the boy agrees as he curls up on the pillows into his father’s side for quiet and reading time.“

“Can you read the riddle at the bottom of the first page?” “Cas gently prods”

“I think so,” The sleepy boy replies, “I spy a broken…” he looks up to his father for confirmation.

“Good job, that’s exactly what it says.” Cas softly encourages.

Michael looks at the rest of the sentence, “bone and —- BOO!”

“BOO!” Papa grins and tickles his miracle child on the ribs. Cas watches as his son looks for the ‘bones’ on the picture on the page, while he runs his fingers through his honey blonde hair, and he watches long-lashed eyelids slowly close.

Standing up slowly so as to not wake his sleeping child with a Halloween themed pillowcase he smooths out the covers and says, “Ol monons, sleep well as Jack watches over you.”

With one last look, he turns off the bedside light he backs out of the room.

“Dean is standing in the hallways by the door and asks,”Did it all go well?”

“Yes, I’ll fill you in while we cuddle tonight. Is everything shut down?” inquires Cas.

“All dusted and done, Mo grá,” smiles Dean. Using Irish because he wants to teach Michael his familial language.

“Yes, Ol hoath, “ Cas uses native language. “My head is ready to hit the pillow after this shift. Let’s go to bed.”

#suptober22 #suptober day 2 #suptober #spn crack #destiel #domestic #hubands #original child character #easy read #lifeonosage

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wormstacheangel · 3 years

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Suptober Day 1: Harvest

wc: 1.7k tags: fluff with the side of tiny case fic, established relationship, spoilers but cw they are drugged with cider,

It was a long hunt. One that they accepted as their last one, but, of course, they can never sit still enough not to take an easy local hunt. By local, he means a two-day trip away, but still, they saved a couple of old folks from a ghost, which was fun. Dean sure enjoyed getting thrown around until Cas finally burned the dentures.

Like he said, long hunt.

They stayed at a nice little Airbnb overnight. During breakfast, their waitress told them of the Harvest Festival a town over. Cas was still a little bruised up, but Dean convinced him to go, at least to try their famous apple cider.

“We’ll make a day of it! Just me and you.” With that, Cas agreed, taking Dean’s waiting hand across the table.

The festival was lively when they arrived in the afternoon, with more people than they expected considering the small town they were in but apparently when they say famous they meant it. The tents lined up with food from funnel cakes, donuts, chicken, and some pumpkin spice beer that Dean chugged down even though it tasted like shit.

They eventually ended up with bags filled with treats and souvenirs to take home to the kids--Sam and Eileen fall into the kids’ category. They each held a bag while Dean held Cas’ hand tight in his own, dragging him around from seller to seller, buying and tasting as he went.

“We should start heading home, or soon you’ll be too full to drive.” Cas teased as Dean finished off their bag of apple crisps. “You think we’re feeding an army.”

“Considering how Jack eats, we might as well be.”

“He gets that from you, you know.”

They continued their banter as they made their way out of the festival and to the parking lot.

Then they were stopped by a woman wearing a volunteer pumpkin shirt, “Aw, leaving so soon? Don’t ya wanna stay for the fireworks?”

That quickly took Dean’s attention, brightening up his whole face so much that once again, Cas couldn’t find it in himself to refuse. Instead, earning himself a small kiss on the cheek as a thank you before being was dragged to the car to drop off their items.

Once back in the festival, they walked around until another volunteer told them about the amazing view of the fireworks at the middle of the corn maze.

“It’s a small maze, but in the middle is a little hill. So it’s usually first-come, first-serve. But I haven’t heard of anyone taking it as of now.”

Once again, Dean was easily hooked in and took Cas along for the ride. Not that he was complaining. He enjoyed watching Dean get excited over small things, things he wouldn’t have permitted himself to get excited for before. Of course, it helped when Dean hooked his arm around Cas’s waist to tug him close, whispering, “Ever kissed someone in a corn maze, Cas?”

“You know I haven’t, Dean.”

That did it for Cas. A promise of a spectacular kiss that will put the fireworks to shame.

At the entrance of the maze stood a cider cart, and Cas made a beeline for it. “I at least wanna be warm if you are going to make me walk around in the cold.”

“On the house.” The saleswoman winked at them, and something uneasy passed through them, but they ignored it as she motioned them to go right on in that the fireworks should be starting soon.

They took their hot cider and walked right in, taking hold of their hands as they walked through the maze in comforting silence. Watching the sky above them change from orange and pinks to the dark night sky.

When the maze opened up to a clearing, Dean started to run—taking the small space on top. It was tall enough to see over the cornstalk and watch the lights twinkle from the festival up ahead. They could even see groups of people exiting the maze from their left, and for a second, Dean wondered why they didn’t run into anybody on their walkover. It looked like a lot of people were going through the maze, but nobody passed them.

That thought was quickly dismissed as the first firework lit up the sky, cheers from the crowd echoed the loud boom, and Dean felt secure with an arm hooking around his shoulders to bring him in closer. So they sat there watching the firework show and polishing off their now cold cider until Cas couldn’t wait another second.

Gently, he turned Dean’s face just enough so they could start the kiss slowly. The snap crackle pop of the fireworks above their heads just kept lighting up the fuse between them until Cas asked for them to find another place to spend the night.

“Should we go now?” Dean kissed down Cas’s jaw, feeling the hastily nods instead of seeing it. “Okay. Okay, let’s go.”

They both stood up and took one last look at the view before they got down. Turning left, where they were sure they saw the other folks exit from before. Every few steps, they pulled each other for another kiss-- smiling into them like giddy newlyweds--until they started to realize they’ve been walking for way too long.

The fireworks had long been over, and they soon realized it was their only source of light. It soon became so hard to see anything that they didn’t dare let go of each other’s hands. They tried to go back to the hill to see if maybe they could see the trail from there, but it was like it never existed in the first place.

“Fuck!” They turned the corner to find another dead-end. “Isn’t this shit for children!”

“You know we haven’t seen or heard anyone in a while. Not since-”

“We came in here. I know. I was thinking the same thing earlier when we were on the hill.”

“Why didn’t you say anything then?”

“Cause you stuck your tongue in my mouth and impending doom took a backseat.”

They started to run, calling out for help as they did, but it only felt like they were going in circles.

Then Dean yelled, “Hallelujah!” When a flashlight shined into their faces.

“There you two are. It’s time to go.” The old man sounded so relieved to find them. He didn’t look sinister. He didn’t even make it sound like they were gone for that long. “You two okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah. We got lost, I guess.” Dean shrugged, watching as Cas stared ahead of him.

“Many people do. But they always find their way out, though.”

They followed the man out of the maze while Dean’s knuckles brushed alongside Cas’. They were listening to the man recite a memory when suddenly Cas tugged at Dean’s arm.

“Dean.” It was a shocking gasp.

“Cas?” Dean turned around to watch; Cas’s eyes rolled to the back of his head before dropping like a ragdoll. “Cas!”

And just like that, Cas was out to the world.

Dean fell to his knees to take Cas into his arms, but it was useless. He was heavy, and Dean’s body was starting to tingle, his muscles becoming weaker with every passing second.

“Don’t you worry about your little friend.” The man flashed his light on Dean’s face. Blinding him, but Dean kept glaring up at him. “Just like you, he won’t feel a thing.”

“What did you do to him?” He tried to growl, but it came out too breathless for it to be threatening.

“Same thing we did to you. Same thing we do every year to a couple of tourists.”

Dean could feel himself slipping out of consciousness, but he kept trying to shield Cas from whatever was coming.

“Don’t fight it, boy.” The man walked over to him, raising his flashlight high above his head. “Hate it when they struggle.”

And with a single hit, Dean was knocked out. Falling over Cas. Hoping that at least he gets killed first this time around.

Dean woke up again when he felt someone kicking his legs with little to no effort. His arms were numb, and he realized it was because they were pulled back and tied around some huge boulder.

“Dean?”

Dean recognized the voice and happily groaned out a complaint. “Hate small towns. Creeps. All of them.”

Cas chuckled in relief. “Glad you’re okay.”

Dean blinked a couple of times before his eyes focused, looking across from him to find Cas in the same position as him. Cas looked dirty, a few scratches on his face from being dragged, which made Dean furious—tugging at the ropes that hold him back from checking for any more injuries.

“Fuck! Shit! You okay? They hurt you?”

“Not as much as they did you.” Dean didn’t feel much pain besides the stretch on his shoulders and a raging headache. “I guess that’s not true. You have a swell on your head.”

“Yeah, well, I went down swinging. Unlike you.” Cas didn’t look amused, but he looked concerned. Dean followed his gaze, looking for an explanation or a way out. “I guess we’re either bait or dinner.”

“I’m used to being bait.”

“And I’m used to being dinner. Well, aren’t we a match made in heaven?” This time Cas glared, and weirdly enough, it made Dean relax a little. “Okay, so what’s the plan?”

The plan was simple, while Cas may not be a full-powered-up angel, he was still an angel. And he was stronger than an average human. So with a little more force, Cas had his arms free, rubbing his wrist while shrugging at Dean, “I always see humans do this.”

“Yeah, cause it hurts, so if you can just-” Dean motioned for his arms and Cas quickly reached to untie him. Then, when they were both free, they once again started to look around the empty cornfield. “I say leave now and call for backup; come back in the morning.”

“Considering we have no weapons, I think that would be for the best.”

“So much for date night.” Dean took Cas’s hand, and they quickly started to get themselves out of there. Running like maniacs as they pushed through the endless corn.

“I actually enjoyed myself today. You know, before the whole being drugged and left for dead part.”

“Really? That was my favorite part.” Dean joked, squeezing Cas’s hand as they made their way to safety. “You think all the stuff we bought was drugged?”

“Won’t stop me from having another donut.”

“Man, I love you.”

#suptober21 #wormstachewrites #fic #destiel #deancas #sorry its so late. work today was draining emotionally #established destiel #case fic

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blessyourhondahurley · 3 years

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Prenup

Flufftober prompt: Falling asleep together Suptober prompt: Delightful D-bags Random word: announcement

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In the darkness of his (almost) brother-in-law's guest room, Cas's phone begins to vibrate on the nightstand. He thumbs the answer button without bothering to look at the screen and holds it to his ear, listening and waiting.

“This is so dumb. I wish you were here.” The voice, when it comes, is soft. The words are slurred a little, with the melted edges of near-sleep.

“I know, beloved. Me too. After all the motels we've slept in, you'd think a strange bed would be no hardship, but I find myself unable to settle in this one.”

Through the tinny earpiece of his phone, Dean can hear crisp sheets shifting as Cas moves and moves again, trying fruitlessly to find a comfortable position. He sighs, a whoosh of air heavy with frustration and longing. “Should've known when those delightful d-bags of ours said they had an announcement that it wasn't gonna be anything good.”

“Our family wants everything to be perfect, just like we do. Unfortunately they have a very different idea of how to make that happen.”

“S'a bullshit tradition anyway. We've been sleeping together every night for years, man. Why can't we be together tonight? Tomorrow's gonna be crazy busy, and important, and instead of resting up for it I'm layin' here staring at nothing.”

Cas makes a considering noise in the back of his throat. “You could sneak out. I'm only ten minutes away.”

“Ten minutes by car, but they'd hear me if I tried to open the garage. It'd take me close to an hour to walk to you. Plus they'd be hurt if we went against them on this. Sammy'd pull out the puppy dog eyes, and you know Claire can give the cold shoulder like nobody's business.”

“You're right, of course,” he says sadly. “I just miss you.”

“Same, sweetheart. Talkin' to you like this helps.”

“Mmm,” Cas agrees.

Nothing else passes across the line except the quiet sounds of breath. Those sounds gradually come slower as both men drop off to sleep.

In the morning, Dean realizes with a chuckle that the call is still open.

“Good morning, babe,” he calls. He hears a grunt, and then a rustle as his fiance paws through the blankets.

“Good morning, Dean,” Cas replies once he's found his phone. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, I guess I did. Don't feel exhausted, anyway. You?”

“Yes, I believe I did get some rest.”

“Good. Got a big day ahead of us. Are you ready for all of this?”

“Ready to become your husband? Very much so. There's nothing I could want more.” He yawns loudly before continuing, “Except perhaps coffee.”

Dean laughs and closes his eyes, picturing Cas sitting rumpled and pillow-creased in his brother's second-best bed. The image fills him with warmth. “I would never try to come between you and your first true love. Make sure Sam makes you a pot of the expensive stuff, angel. He wanted you sleeping there last night, so he better treat you like an honored guest today.”

“I will pass along the message. You tell Claire to get extra bacon on your breakfast sandwich. You'll need strength for the day.”

“And the night?” Cas can almost hear his eyebrows wiggling, and he smiles fondly.

“We'll see.”

#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fluff #flufftober2021 #suptober21 #day 16

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lillianawayne99 · 3 years

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Suptober Day 19: Eighty-Sixed

Suptober21 | Masterlist

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Hurt / Comfort

Warnings: fighting, blood / gore, fluff, angst

“Come on, little lady. Won’t you let a man buy you a drink?” The sweaty, stinky, slob of a man before me made my nose curl in disgust.

“The little lady doesn’t want to talk to you.” My knight in shining flannel stood to my side, a protective hand against the small of my back.

“What did you say to me,” Spittle flew from the pink, pudgy man’s mouth, his brows raising as he leaned forward. “Boy?”

“Oh hell no.” The words barely registered before a hand pulled me back and a fist hit the pig’s jaw with a crack.

I was pushed behind a broad back, forced backwards as the man took several steps in my direction. He turned around and flashed me a white smile behind tanned skin, the glint in his green eyes catching the light. His face contorted into a frown as he bent over. A pink tongue flashed over his bottom lip as he winked in my direction.

A flannel-covered back straightened, an elbow cocked back, and the crack of bone on bone resounded through the room. He shook off his hand, starting to sit back into his hips as a pink, fleshy hand shot towards his face. The shorter, fatter man managed to get one more hit off before being struck in the nose and staggering back. I turned to the bar as the bouncers ushered two men out of the bar, one of them holding his broken and bleeding nose.

Waving down a bartender, I leaned over the counter towards them. “Can I get a bag of ice?”

“A what?” The girl’s face pulled together.

“A bag of ice.” I repeated myself slower and louder, making sure to enunciate.

“Yeah, okay ... give me a sec.” She raised her brows and shook her head as she reached under the bar.

My foot tapped the ground to the beat of the song playing, eyes shooting to a blue and white shirt in the crowd every other second. The girl ever so carefully lifted and closed the ziploc bag, handing it over as the doors blocked the man from sight.

“Thanks.” I grabbed the ice pack and made a run for the door, pushing through people and stepping on feet without a single apology.

Eyes trained on the door, I made my way through the crowded bar. Shouldering past tables. Darting around couples grinding against each other. Stepping around who knows what on the floor. The moment I breathed in fresh air, my pace sped and gaze locked on a familiar back in the parking lot.

“Wait!” I yelled across the empty lot, feet carrying me forward without a moment’s hesitation.

A head of brown hair tilted to the side and began to turn. I was telling myself to slow down, but by the time he faced me, my hands flew to his sides to catch myself. The ice in my hand gently clattered against him. Trying to catch my breath, I looked up at him to see his lips curled and his gaze on the bag in my hand.

“Woah, easy there. Come out here to thank me, sweetheart?” He slowly raised his eyes to mine, hands gently squeezing my waist.

“I, uh, yeah.” My eyes flickered over the reddening area on his cheek. “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem, sweetheart.” The corners of his eyes crinkled as his lips pulled back to reveal perfect white teeth. His fingers brushed over my arm as he held my hand, and the ice pack, to his side. “I don’t know how you managed to do it, but you put that ice right where he got me.”

My grip loosened instinctively, eyes shooting down to where his hand tightened around mine. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he slid his other hand around my back to pull me closer. Looking at where his fingers dwarfed mine, I had the sudden urge to slip my hand under his shirt. Clearing my throat and blinking away the alcohol clouding my vision, my gaze slowly raised to the reddened stubble on his cheek.

“I’m Dean.” His gruff voice sent a shiver down my spine, my walls clenching around air.

“We should go somewhere to clean you up.” The words passed my lips before I had time to process what I was saying.

“We? Shouldn’t I know your name before taking you somewhere?” The corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk, his eyes caught the glow of a nearby streetlight.

“Who said anything about taking me? I was planning on following you.” Fuck. I shouldn’t have had that second drink.

Dean opened his mouth, brows pulling together for a moment as his jaw fell shut. My hands trembled as he chuckled, his head shaking with the breeze. Calloused fingers slid between mine and the plastic bag to bring the melting ice to a bruising cheek. The arm around my waist flexed against the thin fabric of my shirt.

“That’s fair.” Lifting his head, he scanned the cars surrounding us. “Which one’s yours?”

“Just wait for me at the exit.” I patted his non-injured side and stepped away, reaching into my purse for my keys.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Dean’s large hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me into him. “How do I know you won’t leave me hangin’?”

I ran my tongue over the side of my upper lip and gently pressed my fingers into Dean’s ribs. He sucked in an involuntary gasp between his teeth and grabbed my arm, halting my movements as his fingers slid down to hold my wrist. “You took two hits for me, it’d be a bitchy move not to make sure you’re okay.”

Clearing his throat, Dean nodded and looked out over my head. “Fair enough. Do you see that gas station down the street?”

I turned at the waist, finding the lights in the distance. “Yeah.”

He palmed my ass, squeezing as he yanked my body into his. Once my eyes shot up to his, he grinned down at me and released his hold. Dean patted my rear twice as he turned and walked off to a vintage muscle car. With a shake of my head and smile on my lips, I sped walked to my truck.

His black Impala was pulling out of the parking lot by the time I backed out of my spot. Following a pair of tail lights close to the ground, I drove down a dark two lane street. The occasional street lamp illuminated the car in front of me then my face. Pulling into the space beside Dean, I turned off the ignition and hopped out of the cab.

A familiar pair of boots exited the gas station as I shut and locked the door. Calloused fingers gently wrapped around my hand and pulled me around. Dean’s hand traced up my arm and around my waist. With steady pressure on the small of my back, he guided me to the men’s bathroom. He unlocked and opened the door with one hand, flicking on the light as he ushered me into the single stall.

The sound of the door closing behind me sent my heart beating against my ribcage. Hair whipping around my head, I spun and smacked my face into a hard chest. A deep laugh echoed through the small room as a heavy hand rested on my shoulder. Taking a step back, I stared up at pink lips pulled back, showcasing rows of perfectly straight teeth.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Didn’t mean to startle ya.” Dean gently squeezed my shoulder then stepped around me.

With a soft groan, he set a plastic bag in the sink and pulled his shirt above his head. I caught the fabric before it could hit the ground and lightly placed my hands on his sides. Carefully turning him to face me, I guided Dean to stand to the side of the sink. Once he was out of the way, I opened the bag and pulled out a pound of frozen peas.

He rummaged through the plastic bag as I pressed the makeshift ice pack to the purple bruise on his ribs. Muscles tensing under my hands, Dean raised another bag of frozen peas to his cheek. The redness on his knuckles caught my attention in the bright, artificial light.

“Uh, hold this for a sec.” I grabbed his free hand and placed it over mine, waiting for his fingers to curl around the bag.

I slid my hand out from under his and picked up his shirt. Carefully folding, more like twisting, it so it was as long as possible, I tied it around his waist. Satisfied the peas wouldn’t fall, I dampened some paper towels and took one of his hands in mine.

I wiped away the blood on his knuckles. Slowly, carefully taking each finger at a time, I cleaned the dried blood and debris from the abrasions in his skin. His gaze never left my face as I let go and gestured for his other hand. Dean lightly rested his fingers in my palm, letting me wrap mine around them. Heat rose in my cheeks as his eyes burned into my head.

The white between my fingers slowly turned red as the blood on his hand faded. Light swipes across the ridges of his hand released the tension in his frame. He shifted, leaning back into the sink with a sigh. Peas clattered into the sink as my hand stilled and eyes met his. The stained fabric fell into the trashcan and damp fingers cupped my cheek.

My eyes closed as Dean’s lips met mine. Denim clad hips forced me back, stumbling into the door with a thud as our lips worked feverishly against each other. Hands rough with years of hard work travelled down my arms, sides, back, to grasp my thighs. Brushing his tongue against mine, Dean hefted me up, my legs reflexively wrapping around his waist.

I placed my hands on his chest and pushed halfheartedly. Lightly running my teeth along his tongue, I broke the kiss. A soft whine escaped me as his bare chest pressed me into cold metal. Using his body and the door to keep me in place, Dean rested his hands on my waist.

“I should go.” The throbbing in my walls disagreed.

Dark brows pulled down, creasing in the middle. Lines formed at the corners of his tight lips. A muscle in his jaw rippled. “I should at least know your name.”

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Suptober Day 6- Cemetery Boys

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34336042

Rating- G Jack POV

Jack has discovered there are a great deal of things that he loves about being human, he loves eating cake, taking his dog for walks, and swimming, but there’s nothing he loves more than his family. His family is not conventional, he’s got three dads, one of which is an angel, but all of them love him unconditionally. It’s rocky at first with Dean but after some quality time spent listening to Zep and going fishing together, the grumpy hunter warms up to him. It also doesn’t hurt that Jack’s first dad, Castiel, is also Dean’s partner and therefore holds a lot of sway over him, whether he likes it or not. Sam, his third dad was the best! He’s the one that establishes family movie night, Jack’s favorite night of the week!

Sam lets Jack pick the movies pretty much every week, much to Dean’s dismay. This week Jack chooses Ghostbusters as his pick. It’s great, he especially loves the jokes and the Stay Puffed Marshmallow man. He isn’t sure where the writers did their research for the movie though, his experiences with ghosts contain a lot less whimsy and a lot more salting and burning. The movie is just wrapping up when it hits him, they don’t have a name, every great team of heroes has a name.

“Hey, why don’t we have a name?” Jack poses the question, looking to Dean for a response.

“Kid, how much candy have you had? Are you sugar crashing? Remember, me Dean, you Jack, that annoying guy over there, Sam, this adorable ray of sunshine, Castiel.” Dean is concerned, he feels Jack’s forehead and looks him over, his parental instincts kicking in.

“No like a team name! Like there’s The Avengers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, uh The Fellowship of the Ring.” Jack lists off, Sam sending him a proud smile at the last one.

“Jack, hunters don’t really do teams. We’re kinda solitary, it’s our nature.” Sam explains, causing Jack even further confusion as he looks around at his family. They do everything together, live together, celebrate wins together, spend holidays together, work together, is that not a team?

“We’re not a team? Isn’t a family a team?” Jack frowns, worrying that he’s misread a long series of social cues. He is prone to that sometimes, his brain working a bit differently from his dads, neurodivergent, that’s what Sam had called it.

“Jack, oh, of course we’re a team. But more than that, we’re family.” Cas swoops in, reaching over and patting Jack on the shoulder. Cas is always the gentlest of his dads, he gives really good hugs, and is the one Jack goes to on the days where being a human is too much to deal with.

“Would it make you feel better if we had a team name?” Dean offers, following Cas’ lead. Jack doesn’t miss when Cas sends Dean a small nod of approval. Dean has a different parenting approach, sometimes he’s a bit harder on Jack. Jack doesn’t like that but he understands that Dean is trying.

“Yeah, I was thinking Cemetery Boys!” Jack says right away, looking around the room expectantly. Sam chokes slightly on his beer while Cas smiles approvingly, Dean laughs softly, shaking his head at Jack.

“Well we do spend a disproportionate amount of time in cemeteries, so it makes sense to me.” Jack defends, his cheeks feeling hot, blushing, that’s what Sam had told him it was. Sometimes Jack hates being human, blushing is embarrassing and makes him feel a bit like a baby.

“Shouldn’t we be cemetery men?” Dean questions, raising a quizzical brow at Jack.

“Technically speaking, Jack and myself are neither male nor female. So, no.” Cas supplies, shrugging his shoulders at Dean and earning an eye roll. Jack doesn’t understand why his dads enjoy teasing each other so much, maybe annoying someone was another human way to express love?

“So, you’re telling me, I came out as bisexual for nothing because, I’m not really dating a man?” Dean blanches, gently smacking Cas on the shoulder. Hitting people is another love language Jack has learned, but not too hard, he learned that after accidently punching Sam a little too enthusiastically on the shoulder. Play fighting is good, actual violence is bad, he had explained that to him.

“We’re non-binary! Claire taught me that.” Jack is happy to interrupt, always happy to share the latest things he’d learned. He loves Claire for that reason, she’s always full of new things to learn, she is an excellent big sister. “Claire, Me, Cas, and Dean, we’re all LGBLT? Or is it LGBTQ? Either way, Claire is a lesbian, she also taught me that. And Dean, you’re a bisexual! Cas, you’re gay, I think? So, you didn’t come out for nothing, you came out for your non-binary partner.” Ha! Jack is very proud, this is one area he feels confident he knows more about than Sam, Dean, or even Cas.

“You’re surprisingly well informed for a toddler.” Sam compliments, tipping his beer bottle at him.

“The toddler age range ends at 3, I assure you, Jack is 4. He is no longer a toddler. I read all the development books.” Cas corrects, earning a laugh from Dean and a groan from Sam.

“He did, trust me Sammy, made me read some of them as well. Babies are weird man. Glad you came out fully formed kid, it was a relief.” Dean chuckles. Jack is relieved he came out fully formed too, it’s a lot more fun hanging out with his family when he can talk to them like this.

“I’m a celestial being, age doesn’t exist for me. I am as old or as young as I want to be at any given minute. Isn’t that neat?” Jack prides himself on choosing this form, a teenage body, he likes it because he can help his family. He likes going hunting, driving cars, and helping Dean cook dinner, a baby couldn’t do any of that!

“He really is your son-uh I mean they really are your child?” Dean self corrects, Jack notices he does that a lot more lately, again he really is trying to be better. Jack admires that about Dean, it’s something he tries to emulate as best as he can, always working to be a better person and make his mistakes right.

“Oh, I’m comfortable with he/they, just like my dad! I do feel like a boy most of the time.” Jack looks to Cas who nods along with him. They’d talked about it once, Cas explained that Jack could change a number of things about himself if he wished, if it would better match his soul. But Jack is really and truly happy with who he is. So is Cas.

“Yeah that’s my son.” Cas says fondly, pulling Jack into a hug. This is a good hug, the kind that makes Jack feel safe and cared for. Cas always makes him feel like he belongs, that no matter what he has a place in his arms.

That night, Jack sets a plan into motion. He waits until everyone is asleep and gets to work on creating gifts for his family. He uses his powers to manifest a set of matching black crew neck sweatshirts with the words ‘Cemetery Boys’ embroidered on the front in white thread. He then designs a magnet, putting a little ghost and tombstone on it. Once he’s satisfied he goes through the recycling and finds a box to put the sweatshirts in.

The next part is the most dangerous. Jack, creeps down the hall to the door that leads into the garage attached to the bunker. His eyes glimmer when he finds his target, the black 67 Impala, sitting dead center in the garage. Dean had just waxed her the day before so she was extra shiny. Jack likes when Baby is shiny, it makes the sun reflect on his face, nice and warm. He takes the magnet and carefully places it on the bumper, making sure not to scuff or scratch the shiny metal. Then in a flash, he is back in his room, laying in his bed as if nothing has happened.

Dean doesn’t notice the magnet until they are packing for a hunt the next day, a simple salt and burn case in Wisconsin. The whole family is going! Dean has even promised Jack that he will take him to Wisconsin Dells if it goes well and they will go to a place called Deer Park where he could pet and feed a bunch of deer. Jack likes animals, sometimes more than people, they’re much less complicated.

“Oh my god! My Baby is a whore! You gave her a tramp stamp?” Dean gasps, pointing to the offending ‘Cemetery Boys’ magnet on the bumper.

“You like it? I made it myself!” Jack beams with pride, hoping Dean was speechless because he was blown away by his ability to create magnets.

“Also, the term you’re looking for is sex worker. You need to be more sex positive Dean, especially for someone, who from the sound I hear coming from your room at night, seems to enjoy sex a great deal.” Jack blurts out nervously when Dean doesn’t respond. Jack tends to do that, he wishes he could stop, another part of what makes him different from most people.

“Oh, for the love of Christ. Please Jack, no.” Sam is doing something Claire told Jack is a facepalm, meaning he was either embarrassed or frustrated, perhaps both?

“Do not be ashamed of our healthy sex life, Dean. But do but ashamed of your gendered slurs and generally overdramatic demeanor. The car is unharmed, it’s a magnet.” Cas steps in, doing the teasing thing again. Jack really doesn’t understand his dads, but he’s glad they seem happy together.

“I swear one day Baby and I will drive away and leave you all behind. Traitors.” Dean threatens, this is a joke, Jack measures. Dean does that a lot, uses sarcasm and empty threats, at first they used to confuse and frighten Jack but now he just accepts it’s part of his nature. Dean is grumpy. Loveable but grumpy.

“See your theatrics are quite comical. You couldn’t leave us if you tried. Who would open the pickle jars for you, darling?” Cas smirks, Jack remembers witnessing this scene, Dean saying all the “no words” at a jar of gherkins as he struggled for a good 5 minutes, until his dad took the jar and opened it within two seconds.

“It was one time! And I swear I loosened it!” Dean glowers, clearly ashamed by the great pickle debacle of last week.

“Dads, stop. I will remove the magnet.” Jack decides it’s his job to play peacemaker, he steps up and gently takes the magnet off baby’s bumper, Dean visibly sighs in relief. Jack tries to hide his disappointment, he’d meant the sticker as a gift.

Cas notices his mood shift and is by his side, pulling Jack into a side hug. “Hey, you can put it on my truck.” He offers, rubbing Jack’s back and making him instantly feel better, must be magic dad powers Jack figures.

“Thanks dad, this is why you’re my favorite.” He says without thinking, Sam and Dean giving him matching offended expressions.

“Uh-what about me, I’m the one that sneaks you candy when Cas isn’t looking.” Sam makes a good point, he is exceptionally good at sneaking. He and Jack have so much fun together, that’s how they ended up with Miracle the dog. Sam had helped Jack smuggle him into the bunker and once both Jack and Cas had bonded with the dog, Dean couldn’t kick him out. Though Jack knows that Dean loves the dog just as much, he’s caught him slipping Miracle some of the good bacon when he thinks no one is looking.

“No Dean is the one that gives me candy. You help me pull pranks!” Jack laughs as Dean, flinches, quickly busing himself with packing all their bags in the trunk along with the weapons they’d need.

“Dean!” Cas says in his low, ‘oh no you’re in trouble,’ voice. “We’ve dicussed this, Jack’s intake of high fructose corn syrup is frighteningly high. He needs to eat real food.” He adds. Nougat is a food, Jack thinks privately, nougat might be his favorite food in fact.

“He’s a kid, he’ll be fine. Dean and I lived on that shi-stuff as kids and we turned out alright.” Sam, usually the vegetable police, surprisingly comes to Jack and Dean’s rescue, earning a matching raised brow from them both.

“Did you though?” Cas challenges, hand on his hip, sometimes dad gets sassy. Jack likes when dad gets sassy because it’s funny, makes him laugh.

“Well damn, don’t sugar coat it or anything babe.” Dean says in disbelief, opening the passenger door for Cas, Sam climbing into Baby’s backseat before Dean motions for Jack to come sit behind him. “Do I even want to know?” He sighs as he spots the box Jack is carrying.

“Well you’ve all been distracting me, I almost forgot.” Jack pauses as he opens the box and holds up the Sam sized sweatshirt. “I made us all shirts! Team shirts, we’re the Cemetery Boys!” He says proudly, shoving the shirt at Sam, then two at Cas, one for him and one for Dean. Jack pulls on his own shirt right away, stretching his arms and modeling it for them all.

“Can you all wear them for me?” Jack pulls out his trump card for this one, using the ‘look’ that Sam had taught him. He made his eyes big and kept them open just long enough so they were watering slightly, then bit his lip.

“I really screwed myself when I taught you my secrets. Really, using my own puppy eyes on me. Really short sighted of me to teach you that.” Sam sighs as he pulls on the sweatshirt, Cas doing the same.

“Nope, still not doing it. I don’t do matching shirts.” Dean holds firm, shaking his head at Cas when he holds out the sweatshirt to him as they pull out of the garage.

“Dean, the couch in the library is awfully uncomfortable. It’d be a shame if you had to sleep there.” Cas is firmly on team Cemetery Boys, pulling out the big threats to get Jack his way.

“Ugh fine, but no one can ever find out about this!” Dean groans, waiting until he’s at a stop sign at the end of the road to pull it on. Jack lights up, his team is complete, all three dads are wearing his shirt!

“It’s funny how easily emasculated you are Dean. Life is a lot more fun when you stop caring about gender expectations.” Cas smirks, Dean rolling his eyes at Cas and mimicking his know it all expression.

“Dean is sensitive, dad, and he’s really good at making pies! I think he cares less than you think he does.” Jack pauses, pleased when Dean makes eye contact with him in the rearview mirror and smiles. “Besides, I saw the pink underwear he hides when I helped with that laundry that one time.” He adds, Dean’s smile quickly disappearing, his eyes wide as he tightly gripped the steering wheel.

“Jesus Christ, kid, stop selling out all my secrets.” Dean grits between his teeth, now he is blushing. Jack knows Dean hates blushing just as much as he does.

“Oh that’s good! Can’t wait to tell Claire that one!” Sam barks out a laugh, taking his phone out of his pocket.

“You wouldn’t!” Dean hangs his head in shame when they stop for a train.

“Already did!” Sam sing songs, holding up his phone. Jack is sometimes thankful that Claire doesn’t live with them, living with your sibling seems exhausting sometimes, if Sam and Dean are any indication.

“Alright that’s enough Jack, don’t spill all the coffee. Your dad is allowed to have his secrets.” Cas intervenes, gently patting Dean’s thigh.

“Tea, dad, its spill the tea!” Jack sometimes can’t handle how out of touch his dad is. Guess that’s what happens when you’re millions of years old.

“Oh right, what’s the difference?” Cas sighs, laying his head back against the headrest as if he’s exhausted, Jack knows it’s just for dramatic effect because Cas doesn’t sleep.

“Cas, there’s big difference! One is the nectar of the gods and the other is glorified leaf water.” Dean defends, holding Cas’ hand, it’s meant to be a private gesture, but Jack can see it and it makes his heart happy.

“Tea is good.” Sam tries.

“I rest my case.” Dean counterpoints.

The case is a rough one, it turns out to be a bit more than a simple salt and burn. The ghost, a family annihilator was coming from beyond the grave to try to kill his son who had survived his attack. They had split into two groups, Dean and Cas at the cemetery burning the bones and Jack and Sam with the victim, trying to keep him safe.

“Do you think maybe we can take a photo together in our shirts?” Jack asks offhandedly as he and Sam roam the house looking for any objects that might still tether the ghost to the house.

“Why do you care so much about these shirts and taking a photo together?” Sam asks curiously, making Jack pause to think for a moment.

“Because, I’ve been watching a bunch of shows and movies, and all the families in them, they have all these photos together. They make all these memories together and they display them in their houses for everyone to see. I want that. The fact that we don’t have that makes me kind of scared, like this isn’t real. Like you all are prepared to run at a moment’s notice if I go nuclear.” Jack explains, using air quotes around the word nuclear.

“Oh. Oh. Jack, hey, it’s not like that. I guess, well we’ve been so busy saving people and hunting things, we’ve lost track of normal family things. You’re family Jack. Promise.” Sam says right away, pulling Jack into a crushing hug. Sam is strong, Jack hopes to be that strong someday.

“Can we take a photo then, a family portrait?” Jack asks hopefully.

“Family portrait? Family portrait. Shit! Jack, the family portrait!” Sam gasps, letting Jack go and looking around the room with wild eyes.

“Huh?” Jack is trying to catch up before he spots the family portrait hanging above the fireplace, both the victim and his evil departed dad in the photo. He rushes to grab it off the wall and tosses it into the fireplace. Sam pulls out a container of salt and lighter fluid, coating the portrait, then Jack tosses a match, lighting it on fire.

“Good work kid.” Sam grins as the ghost appears and then bursts into flames. “I think you’ve earned that portrait.”

True to his word, the first thing in the morning, Sam helps Jack use the laptop to find the closest portrait studio. It happens to be a JC Penney portrait studio, making Dean groan and complain about cheesy backgrounds and awkward poses that they’d likely endure. With much coaxing and further threats from Cas to relegate Dean to sleeping with Miracle on the dog bed, he agrees to the photoshoot.

Jack gets several copies of the photos made. He hands out wallet sized copies to Mary and Eileen who both coo over how adorable they look. Cas gets it framed and hangs it in the library, Dean never admits he likes it, but Jack catches him stopping to look at it every day, a proud smile on his face.

This is Jack’s family. His team. His Cemetery Boys.

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herstarburststories · 4 years

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The devil at your door

Kinktober day 3: Demon

Suptober day 3: Demonic

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

A/N: This one goes for @holylulusworld's 10k celebration, my trope was Lovers to Enemies. Congrats again, hon! And this is also my piece for @hardcoresupernatural 's Halloween challenge with the prompt: I'm not scared of you.

@deanmonandnegansbitch's asked: Deanmon x Reader, he realizes no one could tame the marks hunger like she did. And yet he lost her by sticking his dick in other women

Warnings: dirty talk, mentions of boob fucking, hints of dark sexual, angst if you squint, teasing

CATCH UP KINKTOBER: Day 1 / Day 2

Spending his whole life in imaginary chains had frustrated Dean Winchester more than he was aware of. He’d always done what his dad taught him; kept himself from what he wanted in order to be the good soldier — the hero — even if it was against his own desires.

Dean saved the world once or twice and didn't get a thank you, a break long enough to relax or even visit the beach for the first time. No, hunters were never kids. Hunters never had time for fun. Hunters were made to be hunting. He always found himself fighting winless battles and ending up drowned in whiskey and self-pity.

Now it was all gone. His old persona never had time to be human, so losing that side of him wasn't a big deal. If anything, he felt better now. Whatever his green eyes wanted, Dean would go and get it.

No barbed ward could contain a demon, much less the Knight.

At first, it was funny. Messing around with Crowley, fucking some good, new pussies after tasting only yours, and causing destruction whenever he felt like it.

Then the thrill expired. Honestly, the Winchester pictured it would last longer. Crowley started bitching around like a whiny little man and the new girls no longer could satisfy him — that is, if they ever did. Dean was pretty sure he liked them so much because the cat and mouse play of finding a new toy, but at some point, the cat gets enough of the foreplay and wants to eat the prey. They were so boring in all their humanly forms: they didn't have his stamina, they didn’t know his sweet spots, and they didn’t enjoy all the mischievous things he wanted to do.

Only painting his knuckles with an aleatory idiot's blood could get a real smile out of him these days. Nonetheless, even throwing punches gets exhausting when they stop fighting back.

Where was the fun of being free?

It clicked him like one of the worst sounds of tortured souls screams; you.

You used to be the wild in Dean's heart during hunter days. You knew all the bad things he wanted to do, and you moaned in pleasure through them. You knew his body and yours like religion and shamelessly worshipped them.

When he finds himself at your door after leaving a woman who just wanted some vanilla sex in a cheap motel, it shouldn't have been a surprise. At least, it's not in his uniquely demonic brand of rationality. As you open the door, the look on your face tells him you agree with that.

Or so his deranged mind said.

You crossed your arms, the angle exposing your cleavage more as you leaned against the rose-colored door that he helped you paint months ago.

Dean used to think this little apple pie life was so savage, something out of his reach that he’d only get to touch in case of a miracle, like caressing the fire only to get a feel for the burn. Now he can't help but scrunch up his nose, disgusted by domestic, urban pleasures.

“What do you want, Dean?” You looked him up and down, a humorless smile on your face. “Got tired of fucking everyone with a pair of boobs?”

“I'm more interested in your boobs, sweetheart.” Dean isn't put off by your sarcasm, countering with the same flirty tone that used to get you riled up all the time.

Isn't the past such a beautiful memory?

“Go find someone your species, Winchester.” You rolled your eyes and pulled away, pushing the door closed before Dean's foot interrupted you.

He faked a pout. “Wow. That's racist, Y/N. This demon’s got feelings, you know?”

His childish attitude heats your system. Only Dean, demon or not, could push your buttons and get on your nerves in a matter of seconds. You pushed the pink door fully open with enough strength to make it slam against the wall with a loud crack. Dean doesn't look affected, though. You furiously glare at his lopsided grin.

“Do you also have a brain? I told you to leave. Get lost.”

“Come on, baby girl. I know you miss my cock. What about a night to remember?”

Believing he was the man you once loved was getting harder with every word he said. Your body seemed to recognize him easier, aching for him like some kind of spell. All you had after Dean Winchester left was a longing body and fury.

“Do you really think I'm gonna let you in my house for a quick fuck like I'm one of your one night stands?”

Dean appeared to be considering it for a moment, eyes focused on anything but you. His lips pursed before he glanced at you with a malicious beam. “Yes. You always said I was the best sex you ever had. Why not get a bit of it? You already know you won't regret that, sweetheart.”

You studied him, picturing what would bring a man who ran away back to what used to be his home. Dean had left as soon as he became a demon, the only trace of his existence being a note addressed to Sam and pieces of your heart. When you and Sammy finally found the eldest Winchester, he made was certain to make sure that you were aware of his very active sex life. He’d tacked on that he'd kill Sam and you both if you tried to save him.

You let him run like water after this. The Winchesters might have that wondrous codependency, but you didn't need something like that in your life. Especially not with a demonic cheater and murder.

Your eyes were too wide to ignore the warning signs now. Yet, that didn't answer why he was in your doorway. If he wanted to be saved, he'd go for Sam and call you from there. If he wanted to kill you, he wouldn't spend time talking about fond memories. He didn't look like a lost puppy looking for shelter either. So, what the fuck was this green-eyed devil doing here?

Quietude thickened while you noticed Dean not seeming to notice your silence, his eyes too busy observing your breasts. Your Dean Winchester was always a boob man, and he was looking like he'd fuck your titties on your porch for all your neighbors to see. It certainly wouldn't be yours and his first time with public sex. Still, that wasn't the point: he was here, hair longer than usual and cock clearly starting to awaken in his jeans…

Because he had missed you.

You chortled in dismay, unable to discern whether he was kidding or not despite the bulge in his pants, and that glimmer in his eyes already confirmed your suspicions. You knew him.

The realization almost cheered up your soul. Your reasoning stopped you from collecting hopes about that demoniac form of a man. Dean was here for carnal desire, not love. He had sex with other women while you spent sleepless nights crying into his old shirts. He broke you as the monster that he was — he deserved to suffer.

You didn't care if your heart would be a little more broken, or you pussy a bit needier after that.

“You missed fucking me, Dean? Missed my tight pussy squeezing your cock? Maybe my mouth on it? Or how you got it between my boobs? Did you miss how I taste?” You took a step closer to him, making Dean lift his glare to your face again.

He wore a cocky smirk as he answered, “Not as much as you missed me.”

Dean was right. Your body cried for him, and so did your soul. Who fucking cares? He didn't before, and you would not now.

“Liar.” The word rolled letter by letter off of your tongue. “I can take care of myself, even call a friend to do that, but you came back just because you can't forget how eating my pussy like a fucking feast feels like. Can you, sweetheart?”

You used that stupid nickname that he often gave people. You were very aware that it would irritate him, as it was laced with the implication of another man putting his hands on you.

Dean quickly grabbed your waist tightly, pulling you closer to him. He groaned. It was that fucking sound he made when something truly made him furious, and you knew your panties were gone. His eyes flashed into darkness that replaced his glistening greens, and for some calamitous reason, that turned you on.

“You better not have let anyone fuck what's mine, Y/N. I'd rip his throat in front of you and fuck you right next to his body,” he spits out jealously. His posture radiated that usual, alpha-esque tenseness that tumbled you two into angry, possessive sex so many times before.

“So jealous. I loved to tease you only to get you rough on me. Throwing me against the wall, going so hard inside my pussy that the bed broke, holding me hard enough to leave marks. You wanted for my bruises too, right? How I'd scratch your back, bite your collarbone, ruin your neck for everyone to see you were mine, but I guess what you really liked about me was that I was as hungry for you as you were for me. I would’ve let you do anything to my body, and I did. Because I wasn’t scared of you, Dean, and I’m not scared of you now either.” The way your arms compulsively wrapped around his neck made you wonder if you really wanted to strangle him or pull him closer. You could smell his manly cologne mixed with sulfur. It shouldn't make you want him more. Your knees shouldn't be begging to kneel for him and suck his cock. Be stronger. “You could come in, throw my clothes away and fuck my boobs with your dick instead of your eyes. Hurt me good enough to make me ask for more. But you know what?”

“Mm?” Dean's reply came in a hum as you pressed your hips against his, causing his clothed cock to rub on your belly. It was a tiny bit of relief — finally. He missed this so much: he couldn't wait to slip into your tight pussy.

“You won't.” Your lips brushed against his before you pulled away. His hands left your body from his surprise at your words. A wry smirk was wrung from your lips despite your wet pussy. “You stuck your dick into other women as soon as you became… whatever this is.” You scoffed, pointing at him with a feigned disgust in your eyes that you knew your body disagreed with. “Go have fun with your hand, Dean.”

A light rose painted door was ultimately closed in his face.

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Suptober Day 25 - Tattoos

“I want a tattoo,” Cas said one morning, completely out of the blue and while Dean was still dangerously in his first sips of his first coffee.

“You’ve got tattoos.” Dean bit back grumpily, though Cas knew better than to take his ire seriously before ten am.

“Yes. I want another one.”

“Okay...” Dean drew out the word like he was waiting for Cas’ point.

“Can I?”

Dean snorted and placed his mug down on the table, “I’m not your mother, Cas. You’re a grown ass practically immortal being. If you want a tattoo you don’t need my permission.”

“I know, but… would you help me? I don’t want to end up disappointed and I don’t know how to tell if a parlour is a good one or not.”

Dean squinted at him through the steam from his coffee, considering.

“Sure,” he said. Go grab my laptop, we can have a look around.”

Xxx

Dean was almost done with his mug and a lot more cheerful when Cas returned a few minutes later, he took the laptop and flipped it open, searching for nearby tattoo parlours and going onto their various websites.

“I don’t suppose sanitation really matters to you,” Dean said, flipping through some pictures of a studio before dismissing it. “Seeing as you can’t get infected and all, but it says a lot about how much a place cares about the art it makes. If you can stumble in there at three am and demand Bob Ross’ face on your ass then you’re not in the right place.”

“Why would anyone-?”

“People.” Dean answered with a shrug. “Those are the kind of places we went to get these,” he gestured at his chest, “but these are practical, they just had to be copied from a drawing we supplied, if you want an actual design, you need to find an actual artist, not just someone with a tattoo gun who can draw hearts and fancy swirls and a passable wolf.”

Cas wrinkled his nose at the thought. He did want a proper design, something beautiful, something meaningful, something his. But the task seemed monumental for him let alone a stranger.

“Here are the ones that look decent.” Dean said a few minutes later, showing Cas a set of six tabs. “What do you want to get anyway?”

“I don’t know.” Cas said, feeling touched that Dean was walking him through this but overwhelmed as he clicked on the first tab and a slew on images popped up. “How am I supposed to choose?”

Surprisingly, instead of mocking him, Dean smiled and shuffled his chair closer so he could see the screen too.

“Look through the artist portfolios,” he directed, pointing to the option at the top of the screen. “Most will have links to their own websites with more of their work. You’re not looking for the perfect design, just the perfect style. Some are better at portraits, others at more geometric stuff, some do different things with colour. You can narrow it down by crossing out the ones you don’t like.”

Cas nodded solemnly and turned his attention back to the screen. The first artist had lots of strong black lines and straight edges. The second a lot of portraits, neither of which really appealed to him.

He seemed to search for hours. Dean was refilling his coffee when Cas found what he was looking for.

“This one.” Cas said, looking up to see Dean jump at his voice. “I want her.” He tried to keep his tone neutral but from the slight crinkle at the edge of Dean’s eyes he hadn’t been able to hide the excitement in his voice.

“Alright, let’s take a look.” Dean said, leaving his mug at the machine and coming over to look at the screen over Cas’ shoulder. “Nice,” he agreed.

Castiel felt a warm buzzing in his stomach, he was glad that Dean liked it too. The image on the screen was a rose, not what Cas was looking for really, delicately done, with a fine outline, but it was the colours that were magical; midnight blue and deep, rich purples blended in the petals, with a shimmer that looked almost metallic, smudging across the lines slightly, not enough to ruin the image but just enough to be imperfect, to feel right.

Castiel booked a consultation for the following week.

Xxx

Cas sat in the waiting room of the tattoo parlour, tapping his foot nervously while Dean sat next to him. Dean had insisted on coming with him and Castiel hadn’t thought to object, the last time he’d gotten a tattoo he’d been alone, and although the pain was minimal compared to some of the torments he’d endured as an angel, experiencing it as human pain was different and he had wished for company, even if Dean only would have mocked him and compared him to an infant.

“What if it turns out bad?” He asked quietly, “I still have no idea what I want, what if I can’t think of anything? What if she doesn’t have the right colours, or-”

“Cas,” Dean interrupted patiently, “it’s just a consultation, no needle is getting near your skin without your say so. If she draws you something and you don’t like it, she’ll change it for you. If she doesn’t have the colours she’ll order them in and we can go back when she’s got ’em. If you don’t have any ideas we can talk it out. It’s gonna be fine”

Cas was grateful for the reassurance, but he was still nervous nonetheless. He just didn’t want to be disappointed. This felt important and he didn’t want to mess it up by choosing the wrong thing. The artist, Giva Chaudhary, was exceptionally talented, but none of the images in her portfolio had really spoken to him. He was worried that they would get there and she would be unable to produce the thing he wanted on his skin forever and he would either have to go home with nothing, or settle for something that was less than perfect.

“Mr Novak?”

Miss Chaudhary was a small woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties, her black hair was bound in a long plait and she had a smile that seemed almost too large for her face.

“Yes.” Castiel said, standing to shake her hand. “Miss Chaudhary, you work is beautiful.”

“Well thank you, but don’t bother with the ‘miss’, Giva is fine.”

“Cas,” Cas offered, and then, because Dean was leaning to shake her hand too. “This is Dean, a friend.”

“Moral support?” Giva asked, her dark eyes twinkling, “Understandable, a first tattoo can be a scary business.”

“It’s not his first,” Dean said immediately, “but this one’s important, he wants it to be right.”

Giva nodded and gestured them to sit, she did as well, laying a sketchbook and some pencils on the table in between them.

“So, Cas, do you know what you’d like?”

Cas felt himself flushing and stammered out an apology which Giva waved away, “Not a problem, that’s what these talks are for, yes? If we don’t figure it out today you can always come back another time. So what drew you to my work in particular?”

So Cas told her, he answered her questions and looked through her books. She made some further sketches as he talked, of nothing in particular, nothing important, and so her sketches, while lovely, were nothing like what he was looking for. Dean was quiet throughout, Cas kept glancing at him to gauge his reaction to each piece but he remained stubbornly neutral. This only added to his confusion, how was he supposed to decide if he didn’t know if Dean would like it or not?

“I wonder if I might ask your friend to go and get us some sandwiches from across the street.” Giva said after thirty minutes of light conversation and not much progress.

Dean was reluctant, but agreed when Cas nodded to him and left with a significant ‘call me if you need me’ look.

The second the door closed, Giva let out a long sigh. “Perhaps you can speak more easily now,” she said. “I notice you very much want his approval.”

“I trust his judgement,” Cas said, carefully.

“I don’t doubt his judgement, only that in this case, his opinion matters less than yours. He will approve the most if you’re happy.” Giva said with a kind smile, as though she saw this kind of thing all the time.

“You care for him deeply,” she said

“I-” there was no sense in denying it. “Yes. Dean and I… we’ve been through a lot.”

“Tell me,” Giva said, sitting back in her chair, sketchbook at the ready.

Cas cleared his throat.

“Err… Well… I suppose you could say I come from a very strict background,” he began, picking his words carefully. “When I first met Dean, more than a decade ago now, I pulled him from a dark place; it was a duty for me at the time, to keep an eye on him, look out for him and his brother, to try and keep them on the righteous path. Dean… Dean disliked being led.” He felt a small smile tugging at his lips. “I found myself admiring that, helping him more that I was supposed to and as I grew closer to Dean, I began to see my family for what they truly were. They tried to get me back, keep be under their control but I fought for my freedom because Dean showed me how.”

“Freedom is an important thing.” Giva said encouragingly as she sketched, “Worth fighting for. But it can be difficult if family disagrees with your choices.”

“I made many mistakes that I can never redeem.” Cas said, “A lot of bad decisions that got people hurt. Dean forgave me even when he had every right not to, while my family betrayed me, cast me out, hunted me.”

“A fall from grace, sounds like.” Giva muttered, Cas looked up sharply but the petite woman wasn’t even looking at him, she was focused on her sketch.

“That would be… incredibly accurate.”

“So why the tattoo now?” Giva asked, her pencil stilling for a moment, “This is your first important one, but you waited ten years?”

Cas tilted his head, formulating his answer before speaking, looking down at his own hands, “For years after I met Dean, my body didn’t feel like my own. Like it was someone else’s and I was just stealing his life. It has taken me a long time to… settle into my own skin, as it were. These clothes are his but they fit me now and so have become mine. My other tattoos are copies, but this will be the first thing about my body that isn’t inherited.”

Giva nodded again and asked nothing more, continuing to sketch in silence, she tore three separate pages from her notebook when she was done and laid them out one by one.

Cas didn’t even look at the third sketch, the second one was perfect.

Xxx

“So I drive all this way and I have to drive all the way back again in four days but you’re not gonna tell me what you’re getting?”

“I don’t want you to see it before it’s done.” Cas said, holding Giva’s sketch tightly to his chest. Before Dean had come back in with sandwiches, they had discussed minor tweaks and colours and Giva had given him the sketch to look over in case he wanted to change anything else before his appointment, she assured him that even the day of, if there was anything that he wasn’t certain of it could be changed to his liking as long as he told her before she got her needles out. In fact, all Dean knew about the piece was that it was going to be large and on his back, and that they would probably need more than one appointment to get it all done.

“If it’s Bob Ross’ face, I’m disowning you.” Dean griped.

“You don’t own me,” Cas pointed out. “So disowning me would be pointless.” And then, “and it’s nobody’s face.”

Xxx

It was worth the wait. That was all Dean could think a few weeks later when Cas dropped his shirt so that Dean could see the healed and completed piece. No wonder Giva had looked so pleased with herself after Cas’ last session, no wonder Cas had been beaming through red eyes.

Wings.

If Cas had asked his opinion he’d have said perhaps a little on the nose but he would have been eating those words.

They covered almost the entirety of Cas’ back with anatomically correct (he was assuming) detail but they were by no means static, the top half was full and thick with shimmering feathers, so dark they were almost black, but whatever ink Giva used caught the light, sending beautiful tones of blue, green, purple and magenta skittering across them. They swept down the curve of Cas’ spine where the feathers began to thin, hints of red and orange entered the mix, not enough to take away from the beauty of the above, just a subtle transition where some of the feathers were burning and curling into ash, then further down still those burnt and falling feathers twisted in the air, transforming into butterflies the same colour as the healthy feathers that weaved around the now bare bones of the wings.

“Holy shit,” he breathed. “Cas, they’re incredible.”

“I can’t manifest my wings,” Cas said quietly, “but I want you to see them as I see them. They are perhaps the thing I miss most about my old life; the symbol of what I was, powerful and grand and sure. But I’m not bound by their rules anymore. And what I am has changed into something more compressed, more human but infinitely more free. That transformation is largely because of you, Dean, and I can’t thank you enough.”

Dean barely realised he had reached forward to touch one of the burning feathers until Cas shivered under his touch, his fingers followed the wings in their progression, along their changes, they followed Cas’ story and he was the one who should be thanking Cas for letting him be a part of it. Without thinking, he dropped his lips to Cas’ shoulder and pressed them there. Cas turned to meet him and their mouths fitted together like they were made to, like they had done this before a thousand times, like, perhaps, they should have.

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JessJesstheBest - @saywhatjessie - JessJesstheBest

On The Line (T, 23k)

“Well, can I scam you?” Dean’s spoon was frozen, forgotten, halfway between his bowl and his mouth. “Did you just ask if you could scam me?” “Yes.” The guy said, cool as anything. “Can I scam you?”

Or the one where Cas is a scam caller and Dean just keeps intercepting his calls.

Tags: Alternate Universe, Human AU, Scam Caller au

mittensmorgul - @mittensmorgul - MittenWraith

Lifetime Piling Up (E, 59k)

Cas is having a bad day. He burned his bagel, missed his ride to work and had to run to the hospital in the pouring rain, and then witnessed his attending accidentally kill a patient during a routine surgery. Now he might be on the hook for his boss’s mistake, but was it really a mistake, or is he the next target of Dr. Nick Morningstar’s sick mind games?

Dean is also having a bad day. His brother nearly set his kitchen on fire, he’s training a new apprentice in his tattoo shop, and then he gets a mysterious call that Sam needs a ride to the hospital after a freak accident in the pouring rain left him with an injured shoulder. A chance encounter at the hospital leads Dean and Cas to each other after a decade of coincidences and premonitions, and suddenly their worst day might become the foundation for all of their best. A story of choice and destiny, and the power of found family, foretold through uncanny tattoos.

Tags: AU-modern setting, tattoo artist!Dean, surgeon!Cas, angst and fluff and smut

ArielAquariel - ArielAquariel

Quoth the Raven (G, 6k)

Dean Winchester didn’t believe in the occult. Werewolves were a myth, Nessie was a hallucination, and bigfoot was just a large hairy man who enjoyed strolling naked through the woods. He thought that crystals were a load of shit, and a smudge stick would do nothing but make your house smell like burnt sage. He didn’t believe in God, let alone ghosts. Finally, and he was 100% sure on this one, he didn’t believe in witches. Or Wicca. Or whatever they wanted to call it. His point? Everything could be explained. That is, everything but the dark-haired man walking through campus with a spellbook and a raven for a familiar…

Tags: Misunderstandings, Fluff, Pining Dean Winchester, Pining Castiel (Supernatural), Alternate Universe - College/University, Meet-Cute, Animal Lover Castiel (Supernatural)

vicktick - @doespeterparkerisgay - vicktick

two bros, arguing about who would top cause they're not gay (but they are) (T, 3.5k)

“No, I’m telling you, I would be the top if we were gay together.”

Oh, Twitter was going to love this: ‘my brother and his “best friend” are currently arguing about who would top if they were “gay together”. i was pretty sure they already were gay together.’

Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Fluff, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Sam is a Little Shit, Supportive John Winchester

banshee1013 - @banshee1013 - Banshee1013

Suptober Art/Fic (NSFW)

Art and accompanying ficlets to answer Suptober 2019 prompts.

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Depression, Temporary Character Death, Nightmare, Crossover/Fandom Fusion

andimeantittosting - @andimeantittosting - andimeantittosting

I Will Hang My Head Low (M, 22.5k)

Dean Winchester gave up hunting when his brother became the prophesied Boy King of Hell. Now he ekes out a meager living, chopping wood for a nearby village, until one snowy night, he follows what appears to be a falling star, and encounters an injured angel. Afterwards, he tries to put the strange night from his mind.

When he meets Castiel, a mysterious man with healing powers, they form an instant connection, and the more Dean learns of Castiel's powers—to heal, to protect, to purify—the more he begins to hope that Sam can be saved. But as they prepare to save Sam, Castiel grows sick, and then sicker still. Too late, Dean learns how much Castiel is willing to sacrifice for him.

Inspired by the Decemberists' Crane Wife and the Japanese myth on which it is based.

Tags: Temporary Major Character Death, Fairytale/Folktale AU, Sick Castiel, Grief/Mourning, Castiel's Wings, Angst With a Happy Ending

Tentacletober Fills (E, 7k)

A collection of short fills for Tentacletober prompts.

Tags: Tentacles, Consentacles, Oviposition

Erratus - Erratus

A Concerned Brother (T, 2k)

When Sam walks in on Dean and Castiel, he left worried if Castiel understands enough about human relationships.

Tags: Coming out, established relationship, canon verse, mentions of sex but no sex, Sam is concerned for Cas

Watching Over You (T, 4k)

Castiel has always been watching over Dean, keeping him alive. Even if Dean doesn't know it, he's been there.

Tags: Suicidal thoughts/attempt, pre-canon, pre-slash, Cas with different vessels, sad and hurt Dean

cool-fallen-angel - @cool-fallen-angel

Halloween Costumes (NSFW)

I drew this piece for Winchester-reload's 2019 suptoberart challenge, day 31: Halloween

Tags: Halloween, halloween costumes, lingerie, angel costume, playboy costume, blushy Cas, suptoberart, sexy boyfriends

malallory - @malallory

DeanCas "Funeral Bell" graphic (SFW)

Graphic created for the All Ships Creations Challenge under the theme "spooky"

Tags: 15x03

castielslostwings - @castielslostwings - Castielslostwings

Wants and Needs (M, 6.5k)

From a prompt in the Destiel Port FB Group! "Asexual Incubus!Cas and Demisexual Vamp!Dean"

Asexual!Incubus!Cas who has to have sex to feed to stay alive and has always resented it, until he meets Demi!vampire!Dean and discovers that being fed on... actually turns him on, and makes feeding not feel miserable for the first time ever. Imagine Ace!incubus!Cas starving for a long time because he can't stomach the thought of having sex, and then here comes Demi!vamp!Dean feeding on Cas, giving him gratification he thought can only be gained from having sex.

And, you know, they live happily ever after.

Tags: Asexual Castiel, Incubus Castiel, Vampire Dean, Demisexual/Demiromantic Dean, Hungry Castiel, Depressed Castiel, Biting/Blood Drinking, Lonely Castiel, Intimacy, Sweet Dean Winchester.

The Luck You Got (E, 90k)

Castiel and Dean grew up together. Both from broke, broken homes, falling in love was easy - until Dean’s father whisked him away. Years later, Cas is still living the struggle, selling his body to keep a roof over his siblings' heads and using drugs to get by. When Dean returns as a fully grown adult (and a paramedic at that) with his kid-brother-turned-lawyer in tow, Castiel can’t help feeling as if they’re picking up exactly where they left off. Falling swiftly in love all over again but used to only having himself to rely on, he struggles to let Dean in. When Gabriel gets arrested and takes a major source of the family’s income down with him, Castiel struggles to cope and leans on drugs and prostitution instead of Dean. Determined not to lose him for a second time, Dean fights to drag Castiel back from the claws of addiction and the brink of death, no matter what it takes. With help from friends, family, and Dean, Castiel finds himself working towards something for the first time ever, determined to choose life, love, and something more than what the city has always told him is all he has to offer.

Tags: Getting Back Together, Childhood Sweethearts, Neighbors, Poverty, Drug Addiction & Recovery, Sex Worker Castiel, Firefighter/Paramedic Dean, Angst & Fluff & Smut, Happy Ending, Romance.

nickelkeep - @nickelkeep - nickelkeep

‘Cause My Monsters Are Real (T, 8k)

"It's great," Garth responding, grabbing a chair and sliding it over. "Bess is in her glory, and the little one is doing awesome. I love her so much." He smiled a toothy grin that didn't quite meet his eyes. "I'm not here about me, though. I debated coming at all, cause I know how sacred our Fridays are, but I figured you'd want to be prepared."

Sam leaned around Rowena, his arm draped over her shoulder, "What do you mean he'd want to be prepared?"

"You too, Sam. This affects both of you. It literally just happened." Garth hung his head like a kicked puppy. "So, I was back in today, filling out my paperwork to start back up on Monday. And I overheard it."

"Spit it out, Wolfman." Dean leaned his chair back on two legs, foot resting on the table.

"Magda's getting her own room. Emma's getting a new person in the room. They're splitting you two up." Garth looked pathetically at Dean. "You're getting a new partner."

Dean instinctively kicked out, sending him backward and onto the floor. "Ow. What?"

Tags: AU - Creatures & Monsters, Shapeshifter Dean, Fallen Angel Castiel, Human/Monster Society, Kid Fic (kind of), There is Only One Under the Bed

And These Monsters Can Fight (E, 6.5k)

"You think I want to keep her here against her wishes?" Bobby shook his head vehemently. "She'd be one hell of a creature if she were one, but she should go back to the human world. There's a problem that you didn't think of."

"What's that?" Dean spat.

"Dean," Sam softly interjected. "The angels may not want or need Claire anymore because she can no longer be an angelic host, but she is still tied to a source of grace." They all looked at the Fallen.

"I can protect myself!" Claire spoke up. "What do you think I had to do when Castiel couldn't come to me thanks to the stupid rules you all have in place!?"

"Can you protect yourself from three or four or five angels?" Bobby stared at her. "I'll give you one or two, you're a spitfire. But they want him. They're not going to take it light and risk losing a couple when they need all hands on board."

"So what? You want to keep her here?" Dean asked.

Tags: AU - Creatures & Monsters, Story Continuation, Shapeshifter Dean, Fallen Angel Castiel, Human/Monster Society, There is only one under the bed.

Carry Me Home (E, 7k)

"You weren't a scout." Cas opened the laptop and pulled up YouTube. In the search bar, he typed in stopping a squeaking door. He moved the cursor over the first video; from a channel called Impala Repairs. "This looks right." He clicked on the link and grabbed his coffee.

Hey there, and welcome to another quick how-to video with Impala Repairs! I'm your host, D.W., and in today's episode, I'm going to show you the best way to stop a door's hinges from squeaking.

Gabe reached over and pushed up on Cas' chin. "Cassie? You alive over there?"

Cas nodded.

"You need a global reboot?"

Cas pulled his eyes off the screen and shot his brother a look that could kill. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That means," Gabe reached over and took Cas' coffee, "that you were A, so infatuated with Old Green Eyes on the screen there, you almost dumped your coffee on yourself, and B, you have no idea how to fix the door."

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, Handyman Dean, Professor Castiel, Sneaky Brothers, Conspiring Sam and Gabriel, Strangers to Lovers, Crush at First Sight

Like a Burning Flame (E, 8.5k)

"No, no, no." Dean shot up from under his pile of Ikea cardboard. "There's no fire here. The smoke alarm is disabled, we're seasoning our ovens."

The firefighter removed his helmet and mask, taking Dean's breath away as though he had actually inhaled smoke. "Seasoning Ovens?" He cocked his eyebrow, his bright blue eyes shining in confusion. "And that requires smoke billowing out of the back of your building?"

Dean's mouth failed to move, entranced as he was with the gorgeous man in a firefighter's uniform in front of him. Charlie shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Call your guys off so nothing is destroyed by water, and we'll show you." She turned the firefighter back to the entrance and waited 'til he was outside before smacking Dean. "Rush your blood back to your head, will you?"

Tags: AU - Coffee Shops and Firefighters, Baker Dean, Firefighter Castiel, Strangers to Lovers, Uniform Kink, Panty Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones, Bad BDSM Etiquette

For the Last Time (E, 37k) - co-created with @little-crazy-misha-minion

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?

Tags: AU - Cruises, Closeted Bi Dean Winchester, Gay Castiel, LGBTQ Themes, Angst with a Happy Ending, NonCon Kissing (not Destiel), Anxiety/PTSD, Song Fic, Clubbing, DCBB2019

To Confess (E, 8.5k)

"So get this... We've got couples missing at a couples retreat the next state over."

"Which lovely lady you going with?" Dean uncrossed his arms and smacked Cas' hand away from the tablet so he could scroll through the article.

"Can't find one. Charlie's still not back. Jody's taking Donna on a hunt."

Cas looked up. "Well, there was a lesbian couple that went missing. You can choose a male partner."

"I was hoping you'd say that, Cas." Sam shot a look at Dean before smiling at Cas. "Will you do me the honor of being my fake husband for a case?"

"Excuse me?" Dean shot a look at Sam.

"Well, I'm not asking you, Dean." Sam shook his head. "That's... Yeah, no."

Dean crossed his arms over his chest again. "Why are you and Cas going? Cas is my best friend. He and I can pull it off better than you two can."

Tags: Canonverse, Case Fic, Idiots in Love, Fake Relationship, Breaking Up & Making up, Pray for Sam, Sam Winchester ships Destiel, Angst and Porn, Happy Ending

It’s About To Be Legendary (G, 1.5k)

"I don't want to kill a human!" Luna hissed, her whisper carrying softly so only her boyfriend could hear her. "If you mess up, you'll bring down hunters upon the pack." She whimpered. "You could bring the Winchesters upon us." Apollo stood up and turned around, his shoulders squaring out as he attempted to intimidate Luna into following his lead. "First of all, I'm not going going to fuck up, Lu. Have a little faith in your boyfriend. Second, the Winchesters are a myth. An urban legend. Something our parents tell us to make sure we follow Pack Law."

Tags: AU - Everyone Lives, Hunters and Hunting, Halloween Fic, Urban Legends

prolixdreams - @bringmefleshandbringmewine - prolixdreams

And The World Kept Turning (G, 4k)

It’s getting harder and harder to die.

Cigarettes disappeared off the market forty years past.

Proper alcohol, the poisonous kind, was banned almost immediately once a safer synthetic got a foothold in the market.

Every pill and patch is equipped with tiny computers to detect blood levels of a chemical and only release their payload when the concentration dips below a pre-set threshold, making overdose nearly impossible with anything obtained legally.

Even sweeteners are tightly regulated and highly taxed.

And now, January 17th, 2089, Castiel’s tablet feeds him another headline that promises longer, safer lives for all:

HUMAN-DRIVEN CARS FINALLY OFF ROADS FOR GOOD

Tags: Major Character Death (Implied/Referenced), Future Fic, Castiel drives the Impala

Sarasaurussex - @sarasaurussex - sarasaurussex

Sarasaurussex's Inktober, Suptober, and Profound Inktober Masterlist (NSFW, contains multishipping)

This is all of my Supernatual art for Inktober, Suptober, and Profound Inktober. Mostly Destiel, but contains non-Destiel ships (Sabriel and Sastiel).

Dress For Success (E, 2k)

Written for the Supernatural Kink Bingo on tumblr. My prompt was 'clothing sharing'. Art commissioned by Purgatory-Jar!

Tags: Clothing Sharing Kink, Humor, Smut

Wherever I May Roam (E, 11.5k, contains multishipping)

Summary: Sam and Dean get sent to another TV Land that's slightly different than the last. In this version, Jensen and Misha are dating. Written for Supernatural Kink Bingo on tumblr. My prompt was 'roleplay'.

Tags: Destiel, Cockles, Dean x Misha, Dub-Con due to Identity Issues, Idiots to Lovers, First Time, Arguing, Fluff, Smut

iCeDreams - iCeDreams

Chasing Polaris (E, 52k) - co-created with Takai13sama

Dean Winchester feels closed-in with his life at the behemoth, Mary’s Ark. His father has set him up with an arranged marriage and is refusing to budge on Dean’s suggestions to improve the steam engines. So... he does the most obvious thing surly young men do: he runs away.

While leaving the steam capital, he inadvertently meets Emmanuel, a man with secrets of his own, intriguing Dean enough to offer him a ride to a common destination.

It’s a serendipitous encounter, a trip across the country, and a chance to find where they need to be.

Tags: Steampunk, Arranged Marriage, Road Trip, Running Away

EmiliaOagi - @emiliaoagi - EmiliaOagi

It’s How You Use It (M, 2.5k)

One night Castiel discovers Supernatural fanfiction. Then Dean walks in. Some very meta crack with a smidgen of smut. Based on a prompt from the Profound Bond Discord.

Tags: Smut, Humor, Meta, Crack

Goose!Dean Crack Post 1 (SFW)

Art inspired by Untitled Goose Game and a Discord prompt: goose!Dean playing a prank on a poor unsuspecting Sam.

Goose!Dean Crack Post 2 (SFW)

Goose!Dean really wants that burger. Cas disagrees.

LeafZelindor - @leafzelindor -

Ink/Suptober collection (SFW)

Just the short collection of the destiel pics I did during Inktober/suptober.

Art for Crayons and Candybars (SFW)

Artwork done for the DCBB fic Crayons and Candybars, written by I. Franco

rauko-is-a-free-elf - @rauko-is-a-free-elf - FeaRauko

Ocean’s Brawl (M, 55k)

In a time of oppression, the Winchester brothers and their family of misfit pirates sail the seas attacking slave traders and offering the liberated passage to safe-havens, or–if they choose it–a home on the Impala as part of Team Free Will.

Dean meets Castiel, a Naval Captain with orders to enlist him and his band of honorable sea rovers as privateers. Dean refuses, but they end up working together when Castiel offers his vessel as transport for some rescued slaves. Castiel, in turn, travels with Dean as collateral to ensure there is no foul play.

Along the way, Castiel witnesses the horrors of slavery and begins to doubt his cause, even fighting alongside Dean against a French vessel–Castiel’s own people. Castiel comes to admire this wild crew and their kind hearts…perhaps falling for one man in particular.

Tags: pirate!Dean, naval officer!Cas, enemies to lovers, team free will, openly bi!Dean, demisexual!Cas, swashbuckling, battles, shanties

Rapunzel, Rapunzel (SFW)

Art for @diminuel‘s fic, Rapunzel, Rapunzel

Tags: Rapunzel!au, fairy tale!au, prince!Dean, witch!Cas

Bisexualdemondean - outfit (SFW)

Art created for bisexualdemondean in response to the question: "What if I just wanted to look sluttier?"

Tags: demon!dean art, bisexualdemondean art

Autumn - Eileen (SFW)

Art for Day 1 of winchester-reload's suptoberart challenge

Tags: Eileen Leahy

"Good Thing I'm Yours, Then" (SFW)

Art for winchester-reaload's suptober challenge: Day 3 - Royalty Inspired by @casbeanwrites‘ fic Kiss Me Where I Lay Down

Tags: servant!Dean, prince!cas, fic art

"Kids These Days" - Art for Clarity (SFW)

Destiel art for @aloha-cowgirl‘s fic Clarity

#dean winchester #castiel #destiel #deancas #spn #profound monthly masterpost #profoundnet #october masterpost #member fic #member art #member graphic

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Day 28: Hellscape

Word Count: 2497

Summary: Cas has to leave the bunker for his own sanity. Hopefully to come back less in love with Dean but, of course, Dean would make it hard for him. (angsty/miscommunication but happy ending) Catch up on my Suptober fics HERE

Cas has dealt with a lot in his long existence. He has seen the world drown and burn only to start all over again. Apocalypses have gone by without so much as a mention because the next one was always just around the corner. He has died and been brought back more times than he actually remembers. Then he even trapped his own father in the Empty where he would sleep for all eternity because he was nothing more than, well to put in simple terms, a dick.

Now the world was as peaceful as it ever has been. Enough that the brothers spend more time at home arguing if they should go visit Niagara Falls or the Grand Canyon for their next road trip than about monsters or secret deals. Everything should be sunshine and rainbows now that he was just another human. Now that he is at home with his family and no threat looms over them.

He should be happy but he’s not.

He’s in a constant hellscape of longing looks and almost kisses with his damn best friend.

Before the big Chuck battle they shared their goodbye’s and a few confession’s escaped. Even a brief but long awaited kiss was shared between them but Dean acts like nothing happened. Whenever Cas tried to bring it up he would always change the subject or they would get interrupted. It’s been months now and Cas would rather be tortured down in hell with Rowena than in his own damn home.

Dean wouldn’t even let them be in the same room alone without some sort of distraction. An escape plan just in case Cas did decide to bring up whatever was going on between them. He once asked to go out to eat alone with him like they have done hundreds of times before and he agreed. Cas was so excited only to find Donna waiting for them at the restaurant. The car ride was also filled with loud music to stop them from having any form of conversation.

This was getting to be too much that it was just starting to hurt.

“I just think I need some time on my own for a while.” Cas tells Sam as they finish their morning run. “Just to clear my head and sort out some feelings.”

“I get it, man.” Sam patted Cas’s shoulder. Trying to look supportive but this news did come out of nowhere so he was giving him his twitch ‘So not okay with this but trying to be.’ kind of smile. “You do what you have to do. This time, how about leave with some money?”

“Thank you, Sam. I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell Jack and Dean. I’ll tell them myself.”

Telling Jack was hard only because he kept asking why but Cas really couldn’t tell him. Sam knew only because he was the one that found them. Everything was chaotic and panic ridden at that time that they really didn’t get the chance to register what happened. Now that enough time has passed Cas figured that Dean probably kissed him out of pity. They thought they were all going to die and Cas just confessed to him so he panicked. He kissed him, something Cas would always treasure, and even repeated the words back to him. It was quiet and almost shy. Now Cas sees them without the rose colored glasses. They were forced.

“I’ll call you and when I settle somewhere I let you know so you can visit me.”

“Can’t I come with you?”

“No, Jack, this is your home. You should stay here.”

“This is your home too. We’re your family. You should stay here with us.”

“You are my family, Jack, and I’ll come back soon but I just need some time. Some time to myself with no...no mission. Just me.”

Jack pulled Cas in for a strong hug. Tucking his head and wrapping his arms around Cas’s waist like the child he really was. “Promise? Promise, you’ll come back.”

Cas easily hugged his son back, smiling softly as he hid his face into Jack’s hair. “I promise.”

After saying his goodbye’s Cas decided to leave that night. It would be easier on them all if he was just gone by morning because it would be easier on him. He can’t look at his son and Sam who knew he was leaving while Dean would have no clue. They both needed some space. A space where they wouldn’t be dancing around each other and Dean could finally be comfortable in his home again.

Cas left that night with two duffle bags, one filled with clothes and the other filled with sentimental stuff because he has things now, and his truck. Cas only left one sentimental thing behind, the mixtape. He couldn’t have that small hope around him anymore. So it will rest at his bedside table until he could come back and listen to it without looking too far into it.

He drove 10 hours, listening to the playlist Jack had made for them a while ago, and stopped at the nearest motel he could find. He was starting to pass out as the adrenaline of leaving was starting to wear off. His hands were still shaking when he walked into the old musty room but he didn’t care. He just wanted a hot shower and a long nap on a bed before he kept driving. Still not sure where he was going but going to visit Claire was still on top of his list.

He was in the middle of a shower, the hot water was nice but the water pressure sucked compared to the one at the bunker so his muscles were still stiff, when he heard pounding at his door. Cas poked his head out of the shower curtain just to make sure it was his door that was being knocked on but he was also sure he was only one of the three people staying in this run down place.

He wrapped a towel around his waist as he rushed over to the door, the angel blade out just in case. The pounding got louder, more desperate as it continued, and Cas could feel fear run up his spine.

“Great,” Cas sighed as he rolled his shoulders back. Trying to fight the anxiety off so he wouldn’t lose grip of his blade. He has been gone for less than a day and already has monsters picking a fight with him.

“Cas! Open the damn door!” He then hears as another round of knocking started. “I will kick this damn door down!”

Cas paused for a second before he made himself go open the door for, “Dean?”

Dean stood outside his door still in his pajama bottoms and robe tied loosely around his waist. He looked angry and the scrunched up note in his hand could be the cause of it but Cas really wasn’t sure.

“What the hell is this?” Dean motioned for the crumbled up note, Ah, so it was about that. Dean pushed his way inside the room and shoved the note to Cas’s chest. “What? I didn’t deserve a goodbye like everyone else?”

“I-I didn’t think you would want me too.”

“I wouldn’t want-!” Dean slammed the door shut behind them and Cas flinched but made no other moves as he held the note in his hands now. Dean ran a hand down his face while the other one pressed to his hip as if he was trying to calm himself. “Cas, I thought the whole running away thing was out of your system.”

“I’m not running away, Dean.”

“The hell you are!” Dean stepped closer to him with a menacing glare that Cas simply returned. “What do you call leaving your family in the middle of the damn night then? Cause I call that being a damn coward.”

“I didn’t run away.” Cas repeated as he shoved the note back at Dean before he walked over to put away the blade back in his duffle, to give his back to him. “I needed a break from,” You. “Everything.”

“From what? From hunting?” Cas could hear Dean walking closer to him. “Cause we haven’t done a case in weeks.”

“No, Dean-”

“Do you need a case? Cause we could go find one! I could call Sam right now and we can-!”

“Dean! This isn’t about hunting!” Cas said as he turned around swiftly to face him but his anger melted as soon as he saw Dean’s expression. His eyes were wide and were trying so hard to hold in those tears that betrayed him. He had his tongue poking at his cheek while his lips twitched to hold whatever he thought he needed to hold in.

Cas reached for him but then pulled his hand back as he looked down at the ground. “Dean, I think...I think we both need our space.”

“From me? You needed space from me.” Cas only nodded not wanting to meet his eyes because the shaky voice hurt hurt him already. “Got it. Cool. Glad we got that sorted out.”

There were a few heartbeats of silence between them before Dean spoke again.

“Do you,” He let out a shaky breath. “Do you hate me now?”

Cas looked up at that and noticed how Dean wasn’t fighting his tears falling anymore. “No, of course not.”

“You should.” Dean chuckled darkly as he wiped his face with his sleeves. “I’m a dick.”

“You are but I don’t hate you for it.” Cas told him with a teasing smile. “Well, I don’t particularly like it but I don’t hate it either.”

Dean then reached over with his other sleeve to wipe Cas’s cheeks. Oh, I’m crying too.

“Dean,” Cas took Dean’s hand away from his face and held it between both of his. “Dean, I still love you.” Dean took in a sharp breath but before he could say anything Cas put a hand over his mouth so he could continue. “Just let me talk. Please. I need to get this out before we separate because I-I need this closure.”

Cas looked back at Dean’s eyes to see them bright and soft as he nodded once.

“Good. Thank you.” Cas pulled his hand away to see a smile. “What?”

“Nothing. I love you too but go on. Say what you wanted to say.”

“Oh, um, thank you. I just wanted to explain the note more because I did want to say goodbye to you but thought that…” Cas then blinked a couple times as Dean’s words registered with him. “Wait did you-?”

“I did.”

“But I thought you didn’t...Dean, I thought you didn’t,” Cas was the one that took the shaky breath now as he tried to read Dean but he looked too bright for it to be a lie. “Do you love me?”

“That’s what I said, dumbass.”

“Say it again then, assbutt.”

Dean took a step closer to him to erase whatever space was between them. “I love you, Cas.”

“Bullshit.” Cas glares up at him to Dean’s surprise. “If you did then why did you act like a complete ass the last few weeks! You know what, fuck you! Fuck you, Dean Winchester!”

Cas pushes him away and starts dragging him out the door.

“But Cas!”

“No, I don’t wanna hear it! Fuck off now I’m gonna be gone cause you pissed me off.

“Castiel,” Dean made his body heavy and Cas cursed his human strength but tried to keep pushing Dean out of his room. “Can you please just listen?”

“I don’t want to.” He struggled to say before he just sighed and let Dean fall. It was carpet he should be fine. A rug burn won’t kill him.

“Ow!” He heard but Cas turned to walk back to the bathroom.

“I’m gonna go finish my shower. I want you gone, Dean.”

“Not until you listen to me!”

“Fuck off.” Cas said one last time before he slammed the bathroom door shut and continued his shower. The hot water is definitely not going to do anything for his strained muscles now.

When he got out, of course, Dean was still there. Waiting for him on the bed. Feet propped up as he rested with his back against the headboard and looked through video on his phone. Cas was too mad to even think that he looked cute.

He pulled a shirt over his head while he gave Dean his back.

“So, are you gonna listen?” Dean finally asked but Cas ignored him. “Are you,” Dean chuckled as Cas pulled on his boxers. “Are you seriously going to give me the damn silent treatment, Cas?”

“I have nothing to say to you. Except, get off my bed. I want a few hours of sleep before I head out.”

“I’ll drive you home.”

“I’m not going home.”

Silence as they stared at each other for a second too long. Always a second too long.

“I thought you didn’t like me anymore.” Dean quickly said before Cas could stop him. “Our first night after Chuck I asked you to stay with me and you said no.”

“Jack needed-”

“I know! I know, Jack needed you. I got that but it kept happening. Anytime I tried to initiate anything between us you were always busy. Not only with Jack but with heaven stuff and then earth stuff. Fuck even the Empty needed your help. You were being pulled in every direction. I didn’t...I didn’t want to fight for your attention.” Dean crawled over the bed so he could kneel in front of Cas and he reached over to cradle his face. “So I gave you space. I’m sorry if you thought that I stopped loving you but I didn’t. I just...I didn’t want you to think that you had to pick me over anything you were doing.”

“I-I would have, Dean. If I would have known that you felt this way then-”

“No, I know you would have.” Dean put a hand behind Cas’s neck to bring his forehead down to meet his. “And I love you for it but you were doing important things. You were fixing the whole world, Cas. I wasn’t going to stop you just because I wanted you to sleep by my side.”

“I’m sorry.” Cas reached with hesitant hands to cradle Dean’s face between his hands. “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry too. Maybe we should work more on that communicating that couples are always talking about.” Dean pressed his nose against his own and Cas could feel the heat radiating off Dean’s lips.

“Are you calling us a couple?”

Dean laughed as he grinned. One of his hands looping around Cas’s waist to pull him closer. “A couple of dumbasses? Yeah.”

Cas laughed along with him before he finally pressed his lips against Dean’s own. Falling back into bed with Dean holding him close.

Tag List: @galaxycastiel

#suptober20 #yes im late shh #Destiel #Deancas #Supernatural #SPN #A More Profound OTP #My Writing

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