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destieltropecollection · 5 years

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Destiel Trope Collection 2019 Day 19: Holiday Fics

Where Things Grow | @castielslostwings Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 7730 Main Tags and Warnings: Domestiel, Human Castiel, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gardener!Castiel, Beekeeper!Castiel, Sweet Dean Winchester, Good boyfriend Dean, Holidays, Holiday Fic, Christmas, Christmas activities, TFW 2.0 bonding, Mistletoe, Ice-Skating, Hot Chocolate, Boys Kissing, Christmas presents, Fluff, Tooth-rotting fluff, canon-divergent, allusions to post-canon setting. Summary: Holiday fic! A newly fallen Castiel is having some trouble adjusting, so Dean makes it his mission to find him a hobby. But what happens when winter comes and the only activity he's interested in is buried under ice? Dean to the rescue (again). An ambiguously-set canon-divergent fic circa season 13-14. No big bads, no Michael/Lucifer, established DeanCas.

Christmas Time is About Loving You | @wingsdestiel Rating: General Word Count: 2938 Main Tags and Warnings: Christmas Fluff, Falling Castiel, Men of Letters Bunker, Christmas Presents, Fluff Summary: Castiel wants to fully experience the holiday season, Dean has a realization, and feelings happen.

Winchester Sleeping | @spinnerjen Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 15343 Main Tags and Warnings: slow build, christmas, coma, awkward romance, smut Summary: Summary: Based strongly on the 1995 movie - 'While you were Sleeping' Meet Castiel - A hopeless romantic Chicago Transit Authority token collector who is mistaken for the fiance of a coma patient.

Mistletoe for Hugs | @noiproksa Rating: General Word Count: 1917 Main Tags and Warnings: Christmas Fluff, Team Free Will, Family Feels Summary: Dean and Sam explain Christmas traditions to a confused Cas. When they substitute kisses under mistletoes for hugs, cuddling ensues. (Intended as gen, but can be read as Destiel pre-slash.)

The Christmas Date | @fangirlingtodeath513 Rating: General Word Count: 10829 Main Tags and Warnings: Platonic Bed Sharing, Mentions of Homophobic Family Summary: Christmas is one of Dean's favorite times of the year. It means spending some quality time with his family and enjoying their company, even though it's only for a few days. So when Cas mentions he's not going home for Christmas, the thought's barely crossed his mind before he's asking Cas to come with him to Kansas. Maybe there was an ulterior motive, like spending more time with the guy he's come to like a little more than just a roommate, but Cas doesn't need to know that. At least, if Dean's kind but meddlesome family can stay out of his business, that is.

A Christmas Day Proposal | @roobear68 Rating: General Word Count: 3231 Main Tags and Warnings: Kid fic, best friends, marriage proposal Summary: As soon as 5 year old Cas discovered that one was “supposed" to marry one's best friend, he did what any boy in his situation would do. He decided to propose.

This Dance | @deans-jiggly-pudding Rating: General Word Count: 2213 Main Tags and Warnings: Christmas fluff, high school dance, Secret Santa Summary: Cas has been wanting to approach Dean for months, and the perfect opportunity presents itself at the school holiday dance. There's only one problem: What if Dean says no? Cas can't bear it and is ready to let the chance pass him by, when he is shocked to learn the identity of his Secret Santa.

New Traditions | @pherryt Rating: General Word Count: 49872 Main Tags and Warnings: Christmas, alone at Christmas, Fluff and Angst, Coming Out, Forced coming out, First Kiss, Christmas traditions, making new traditions, Ice Skating, cheesy Christmas decorations, Hurt/Comfort, bed sharing, not the standard Christmas tree, Happy Ending, Disowning, Pining, Mutual Pining, near years, good news, valentines day, mix tape, Confessions, Cuddling, Kissing, Easter, Easter Eggs, charity work, Fourth of July, Fireworks, Sparklers, Fluff, Trick or Treating, Good Neighbors, pneumonia, Halloween, Thanksgiving, canceled plans, Weather, Surprise Guests, Power Outage, Friendsgiving, Wedding, proposal, Years Later, Summary: Cas's Christmas season is fraught with ups and downs. He's not going home to visit his family - which is great for avoiding drama - but now that means he's going to be celebrating it alone - which isn't so great just in general. And to top it off, none of his roommates seem to be in the holiday spirit. But he's determined to enjoy the holiday, alone or not. Good thing he won't be as alone as he thinks.

Maybe it's the Great Pumpkin | @DesiraeLovesDestiel Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7862 Main Tags and Warnings: Halloween, established Dean/Cas, Case fic, fluff, humor, smut Summary: “Ah,” Cas piped up, as they pulled up to a red light. “You are referencing the Charles M. Schulz comic strip series that features a young boy with an unhealthy attachment to his blanket and a bullied child with an ineptitude for football.” For a moment, Sam and Dean just stared at Castiel, unblinking. “Fucking Metadouche,” Dean finally muttered. Team free Will finds themselves back in New England as they travel to Lyndon, New Hampshire to investigate at the infamous Spooky land. Boasting a haunted mansion, zombie paintball, and a corn maze, the carnival-fun vibe of the Halloween themed park is a playground for teens and horror lovers alike. When some of the patrons start disappearing from the attractions, it is up to the boys to figure out if these people left on their own or if something more supernatural is happening.

A Christmas Wish | @sheinthatfandom Rating: General Word Count: 6606 Main Tags and Warnings: kid fic, christmas, fluff, single parent cas, car accident, christmas eve, santa, strangers to lovers Summary: Castiel is a single father who lives for his daughter and making her happy. Grace is a wonderful kind and loving little girl who just wants to see Santa to make one more wish for Christmas. On their way to the city where the tree lighting is to take place and Santa will put in one last appearance the pair get into a car accident during a blizzard and have to rely on the kindness of a stranger home alone for the holidays. Can Dean Winchester help do Santa's job and give the pair what they need?

They Were Blue | @castielsangel-blade Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4240 Main Tags and Warnings: Dean and Cas have feelings, holiday fic, side Sam/Eileen Summary: Dean is flying to Washington to spend the Holidays with his brother and his girlfriend. He'll have to take a plane to get there, which isn't his idea of a good time. But maybe a little bad weather can help.

Matchmaker | @thebloggerbloggerfun Rating: General Word Count: 4242 Main Tags and Warnings: High School AU, Misunderstandings Summary: Every year for Valentine's Day, Castiel's high school offers a matchmaking fundraiser service that tells each person which student they're most compatible with. Heterosexual results only, of course. Enter: Charlie Bradbury with a brilliant idea to switch names on their Matchmaker quiz so that they'll both get the result they want. Nothing could possibly go wrong.

The three times food was a big deal and the one time it wasn’t | @marian-elisa Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1426 Main Tags and Warnings: Valentine's Day, Fluff, 3 + 1 things, Canon Universe, friends to lovers Summary: Dean and Cas + saying “I love you” 3 times without meaning it, and one time getting it right.

Kinda Like a Taylor Swift Song | @lemonsorbae Rating: General Word Count: 1736 Main Tags and Warnings: Fluff, Mutual Pining, Alternate Universe, High School AU, Grocery Store AU, Valentine's Day, First Kiss Summary: Everything was fine, and then Castiel walked into his life and now somehow Dean's life ended up kinda like a Taylor Swift song.

amāre et amārī | @thursdays-fallen-angel Rating: Mature Word Count: 15919 Main Tags and Warnings: Cupid!Cas, Baker!Dean Summary: One moment, Castiel is flying. The sky is lit only by the soft light of the crescent moon and the distant stars. Beneath him, the earth is mostly dark. The town, whichever one it may be, is sleeping—not that he pays it much mind. He has a job to complete, and a timeline to do it in. Destinies must be set in motion. And then his peace is shattered. Something dense hits him from above, striking right between his wings. It jolts him, snapping him out of the idle thoughts he tends to settle into while on duty. Thankfully, he only loses a few feet of altitude before he recovers. He twists in the air, trying to catch a glimpse of his assailant, but all he sees is a flash of white feathers before he’s hit again, this time by an arrow skewering through one of his wings. Now, there’s no recovering. One moment, Castiel is flying. The next, he’s falling.

Hocus Pocus | @thursdays-fallen-angel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4622 Main Tags and Warnings: Witch!Cas, Hunter!Dean Summary: Halloween season is always a hassle. It has its charms, of course, and no one can deny that it’s great for Hocus Pocus’ sales, but that doesn’t mean that Castiel has to like it overall. Not everything is about his shop. And currently, he very much does not like it. The fact that his ex then decides to show up unannounced is the icing on top of an already rough day.

McMansion Hell | @mittensmorgul Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 20877 Main Tags and Warnings: Christmas Fluff, Case Fic, SPN Holiday Mixtape 2018, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Crack Treated Seriously Summary: It's a few weeks before Christmas, and all seems relatively quiet in the bunker. Sam is preoccupied with kitten videos on youtube, and Dean and Cas have been tap dancing around each other with a slightly more holly-jolly theme. As Dean teaches Cas the true meaning of Christmas pie, Sam finds them a case just brimming with holiday cheer-- a ghost with his own highly individual style who doesn't deal well with critics. Let's watch as they all learn their lessons, with fondly exasperated commentary from a slightly frazzled narrator who shares your pine-scented pain.

It Fits | @friedlieb-ferdinand-runge Rating: General Word Count: 1278 Main Tags and Warnings:christmas fluff, proposal fic Summary: A proposal one shot in which Dean is hella awkward.

Castle | @friedlieb-ferdinand-runge Rating: General Word Count: 1269 Main Tags and Warnings:toddler!claire novak, toddler!jack kline, christmas fluff Summary: little Claire and Jack have some Christmas adventures and Cas and Dean are hella tired parents.

Chocolates at 9am | @envydean Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1201 Main Tags and Warnings: Boss!Dean, Asssistant!Cas, Valentine's Day, Office Romance, Rule Breaking, Chocolates and Roses, not so secret admirers, Fluff Summary: Dean gets in early to place a rose on his assistant's desk under the guise of a secret admirer. Except that it turns out the admiration is both not so secret and mutual.

Father's Day | @babybluecas Rating: General Word Count: 2143 Main Tags and Warnings: canon divergent, fluff, kidfic Summary: The morning of the Father's Day goes just slightly differently than Dean planned it.

I'm Dreamin' of a Grey Christmas | @almaasi Rating: General Word Count: 4744 Main Tags and Warnings: Fluff, Snowball Fight, Christmas, Team Free Will 2.0, Falling Castiel, Human Castiel, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Growing Old Together, Canon Divergent, Fix-It Coda, Alternate Season 14 Summary: Coming in from the snow, Dean notices Cas now has a streak of grey in his hair. Angels don't get older. But Cas has been getting older for years. Is this a loophole that can save him from his deal with the Empty? Or is "adorably middle-aged" just another thing to add to the seven million reasons Dean wants to kiss him?

Barbershop Duet | @almaasi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 22515 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Barbershop, Christmas Eve, Christmas, Fluff, Romance, Smut, Dean thinks he's straight, Dean Has a Sexuality Crisis, Bisexual Dean, Barber Castiel, Demisexual Castiel, Professionals Being Unprofessional, Friends to Lovers, Facial Shaving, Shaving Kink, Marathon Sex, Family Gatherings, Domestic Fluff, New Year, Switch Dean, Switch Castiel Summary: Whenever Dean wants to feel pampered and cared-for, he goes to Castiel's barbershop for a proper shave. Right before the shop closes on Christmas Eve, Dean shows up in dire need of Castiel's magic touch. Although Dean is totally, completely, unquestionably heterosexual – when Castiel confesses he's feeling lonely, and then tries (and fails) to hide a boner, Dean refuses to be the heartless Christmas-ruiner who'd let a friend go home unfulfilled. Except maybe Dean enjoys their intimate experiment a little more than he cares to admit...

The Emporium of Christmas Enchantments | @almaasi Rating: General Word Count: 28062 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe, Sentient Toys, Christmas, Fluff, Romance, Cute Overload, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Magic, Miniature Dean, Toy Soldier Dean, Mute Dean, Smart Dean, Biromantic Dean, Miniature Castiel, Cowboy Castiel, Mute Castiel, Pining, Team Free Will, Holding Hands, Emotional Dean, Deaf Character, Sign Language, First Kiss Summary: Every night when the clock strikes twelve, all the toys in the toymaker’s workshop come to life. Dean is a little wooden soldier, so easily distracted by the pretty dolls. However, in the nights leading up to Christmas, he feels drawn to a very different kind of toy: Castiel, a kindhearted cowboy displayed on the other side of the store. Dean and Castiel spend all their time together, spreading joy and festive cheer throughout their miniature community. But once the Christmas rush comes around, will fate allow them to stay together? (Perhaps... with a little sprinkling of Christmas magic, even the wishes of simple toys can come true.)

Trick Or Oh No, Please Don't Cry | @babybluecas Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1360 Main Tags and Warnings: alternate universe, fluff, halloween, kidfic Summary: Dean expected the Halloween night, spent on giving out candy, to be rather uneventful. And it was, at least, until the tiny disaster happened.

Garbage Cookies | @sternchencas Rating: General Word Count: 2389 Main Tags and Warnings: Christmas Eve, fluff, neighbours AU Summary: Both Dean and Castiel aren't very fond of Christmas. They don't even put up Christmas lights, incuring their neighbors disapproval. But when Castiel notices Dean's sadness, he decides to bring a little light in the other man's life.

7 days of hunting | @itsmajel Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 13018 Main Tags and Warnings: No warnings, christmas, family, case fic, season 12 divergent Summary: When Mary Winchester insists on a traditional family holiday, Dean knows life is going to throw sticks and stones their way the moment a pine tree moves into the bunker. Thus, it's not a surprise when the days leading up to Christmas are indeed filled with monsters and obscurities. What Dean doesn’t expect is that, between fairies and Christmas cookie baking, long-overdue confessions and werewolves and anxious first steps, they might just manage to find their own version of Christmas.

The Perks of Being a Human | @relucant Rating: Explicit Word Count: 12451 Main Tags and Warnings: christmas AU, fluff, friends to lovers Summary: "Down here!" Dean yelled breathlessly, and Sam gripped the knife tighter; anything strong enough to get into the bunker and get Dean at a disadvantage was bound to be a nasty piece of work. But when he got to the kitchen he stopped in the doorway with a start, mouth hanging open. "Uh… Dean?" "What?" Dean snapped, trying to maneuver the massive Douglas fir through the door. "Jesus, I swear this thing didn't look so big on the lot." "You… bought a Christmas tree?"

Me Too | @relucant Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1680 Main Tags and Warnings: valentine's day, anal sex, idiots in love Summary: Cas could handle the sex. Yeah, he was next-door to a virgin, cosmically-speaking, but he'd been watching over humanity for millennia. Cultural and chronological quirks came and went, sure, but the basics were pretty consistent. And he liked to think he was a decently fast learner. The first time he fucked Dean, yeah, Dean had had to walk him through it, biting his lip and telling Cas when to add another finger, when to finally guide his cock inside. But Cas catalogued every one of Dean's reactions to every single thing he did, and adjusted his actions accordingly. Cas watched the way Dean lay breathless and sated and staring at him with soft, satisfied eyes, and Cas was pretty sure that he was a fast learner. But when it came to courtship -- and he shuddered to think what Dean would say if he used the word -- that varied as widely as every human civilization since the dawn of time, and he still floundered trying to figure out what was appropriate for the American Midwest in the twenty-first century.

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thesongthesoulsings · 5 years

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Evil Doings - SPN One Shot - Dean x OC

She was observing him, trying to find out what exactly was troubling him. Maybe she was wrong in her assumption that something was bothering him, but she didn't think so. Dean tended to stick to himself when thoughts were plaguing him, and that was exactly what he was doing for a few days by now. He didn't talk much, he didn't look relaxed nor peaceful or happy - quite the contrary - he seemed tense and easy to irritate. Lost in thoughts she had forgotten that her eyes were still lingering on him, which lead to her being startled as soon as Dean spoke. "Like what you see?" His voice lacked its usual playfulness and his green eyes weren't looking at her either, instead they were fixed on the book about the evolution of rock music she had given him for his birthday. With a small smile in her voice she answered. "Actually I do." Seeing how a smile formed on his lips, she smiled as well, hoping he would look up from the book. He didn't. "So you're enjoying the book?"

"Sure. Great choice, Asa." Taking a sip from her coffee she decided to join him at the kitchen table. He looked at her - finally! Her brown eyes wanted to analyze his captivating green ones but failed miserably, instead she had the feeling of falling into their depths. Her feelings for him were far from being new, but something in the way he looked at her that moment nearly broke her. He seemed afraid and vulnerable, trying to distance himself. "What is it, Dean?" She finally managed to ask with a voice that resembled a whisper. He took his eyes from her, standing slowly and attempting to leave the room. "Dean!" Her voice was filled with certainty and had found to strength once more, which made him stop in his track. Silence followed - silence that didn't hold for long. The matter at hand was too important to let silence take its triumph. "I know something is wrong and I can't bear it anymore. I'm used to your irrational "I need to hide everything"-behavior but this time my intuition tells me that it has something to do with me. I want to know why you can't look at me any longer. I know I didn't do anything to deserve this treatment, so either tell me what the heck is going on or..." She didn't finish the sentence. She didn't want to think about this option, but she suspected Dean would want to know how the sentence was intended to be finished. His back was still facing her. "Or?" She sighed designated. "Or you'll have to watch me suffer from our broken bond." He turned around, his face serious, his jaw clenching. "Dean, you can't expect your actions to be free from consequences. We used to trust one another, to laugh, to sing, to just chat and comment on stupid movies. Now you're ignoring me and trying to bring as much space between us as possible. How do you expect me to react?"

"Asa, trust me - if I told you, it would ruin all the things you just listed." Without intending to, her head leaned slightly to the side. Did he do something that would make her furious? Or did he reciprocate her feelings, thinking she didn't feel that way about him? The first one seemed more likely to her.

"Did you do something that makes you think I'll hate you?" His brows furrowed and the dimples she loved so much appeared, signaling her his disapproval. "No."

Instead of feeling relieved like she had expected, she felt her heart pound - heavy in her chest. It felt like an eternity till she found the courage to say something. The following words may very well change their whole relationship forever. "In that case I think I may know what all this is about." The Winchester she loved with everything she had, raised his brows. "Don't look at me like that!" A smirk - the first one in days - spread across Deans face. "Like what?" The dark blonde beauty could feel her eyes twinkling. "Like it would be surprising if I knew anything at all." Dean seemed amused, his mouth twitching into a boyish smile, his lips pursed.

"You know that you are one of the smartest people I know, Sweetheart." Crossing her arms under her chest she smiled back, ignoring the heat in her cheeks, before letting seriousness take over again. "I miss you, Dean." Deans hands were in his pockets, eyes on the ground. "Asa..." She interrupted him. "Like I said, I think I know what all this is about and I can guarantee that you are not alone with those feelings." His eyes shot up to her. His face spoke of astonishment and skepticism. "What?" She shrugged apologetically. "I didn't want to ruin what we had. I once risked it, maybe you remember. After that ghost haunt in Georgia? I took you in my arms, relieved that you were alive, and said "I love you". It came over me. When I saw your face and gulping I added "two" , caressed your face and took also Sam in my arms. I thought you would've distanced yourself from me. Although I tend to just put everything on the table, things were different with you - with us." Slowly he approached her, every step of his anticipated by her. The tension between them was palpable. As soon as he stood before her, his hand wandered to her heated cheek. Their eyes locked. "I don't want you to suffer." Her nose reached to touch his, to feel more of him, to create more intimacy. "Was I right in assuming all this was about you developing certain feelings?"

"Certain feelings?" His mouth twitched into a slight smile for the second time in a short period of time. "Well, Dean don't pretend to be unaware of my lacking inclination for romantic talk." His smile grew. "I love you." His voice was soft and the lips that claimed hers afterwards may have been rougher than hers, but they still fell in the category of soft. Soft, warm, dedicated and inviting. His scent engulfed her, making her moan against his mouth, her hands grasping his broad shoulders while her body pressed itself against his. His free hand meanwhile had found to her waist, assisting her with the effort of bringing their bodies as close together as possible. When their tongues touched, it was on Dean to moan. She tasted like the Coffee she had been drinking, like lightly metallic vanilla combined with something that made him think of the summer. She smelled like rainy summer nights under orange trees and - again - faintly warm vanilla. His hand wandered into her voluminous hair, letting her whimper. They had cuddled before - more or less - while watching movies, but never had they experienced the mixture of sensations they could enjoy now. There was not just the unique smell of the other but the taste as well. Dean wasn't the only one aware of that. For the first time Asa got to taste him - her best friend, her year long love interest. The years of waiting had paid off and she savored it - savored him. He tasted like the blueberry muffins she had baked the night before, like something she couldn't quite sort - something entirely Dean that was sweet but slightly bitter at the same time. Intoxicating. He smelled of rainy forests, wet earth and his own fresh sweat. Her falling to her knees was a real possibility. Licking his bottom lip, she brought some space between them - just in time for Sam's arrival.

"There you are! I brought... oh." The younger Winchester seemed to have interpreted the situation correctly, holding both hands in the air, backing out of the room. Dean and Asa had both looked at the door, now turning to face each other again in synchronized manner. As if she had been holding her breath the woman sighed, placing both her hands on her hips. The hunters hands played their own play - one was in his pocket again, while the other ran down his face. "What changed your view of me?" She asked, her voice slightly hoarse, his taste still on her lips. He snorted.

"I tried getting you in my bed the first time I saw you at that gas station and you know it." She shook her head. "That changed when we started working together and I told you that I'm not a One-Night-Stand. Why - after all those years?" His jaw flexed, his eyes looking at a point over her shoulder. "You started talking about marrying someday, about having children... The same night that guy at the bar flirted with you and I wanted to break his face. I guess I never wanted to let anything distract me from our business. You know we don't live an apple pie life - I can't give you what you deserve. It's egoistical to bind you to me, but I don't want anybody near you either. You're sweet - God, you're perfect! I'm an asshole that only brings tragedy with him."

"Gosh, Dean stop playing the melodramatic martyr, will you? This whole monologue makes me want to puke. Do you know what is egoistical? Making decisions that are mine to make. We might not be living an apple pie life now, but maybe one day in the future we will. Even if not - my feelings for you didn't change in all those years. Not when you did dumbass stupid shit, not when you were a demon and not when you treated me like crap. I took a bullet for you, Dean! I want you - either you accept what we have or you make us both suffer unnecessarily like the idiot we - admittedly - sometimes are." One intense look of Dean's later she ended up pushed against the wall, his nose caressing the shell of her ear. She could hear him breathing in her scent. "Did you just call me an idiot?" She laughed. "Technically I called both of us idiots, but yes."

"Aren't you a smarty-pants, huh? " She could hear the smile in his words. "Oh, Sweetheart that calls for a punishment, don't you think?" One of her hands glided up his neck and into his hair. "If you want to see justice in this world, I assume so, yes."

"After all that's our job, Baby", he kissed the sensitive spot under her ear, earning himself a gasp on her side. Kissing his jaw with the side of her opened mouth she replied.

"Then let's get to work. I can't stay unpunished for my evil doings."

The End

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spn-meanttobe · 5 years

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Spn Meant To Be Masterlist - 2016

Here is the roundup from the last spn_meanttobe challenge! The entries were wonderful and stay tuned for details regrading a brand new challenge coming this way soon!

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Title: Butterfly in a Glass case Author: all_the_damned Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 5K+ Warnings: dollification, spanking, rimming, indentured servitude, prostitution, BDSM, dubious consent/non-con, hurt/comfort, mental atrophy, body modification, control collars Prompt: "Captured": Lifelong best friends James Laird and Lola Caraway are reunited when Lola moves to LA after college. Lola is starting her new life, new job, and a new romance with a successful lawyer--a relationship which forces James to question the nature of his feelings for Lola.James has always been a master at pleasuring women, so it was an easy transition to play a Master on-screen in a series of BDSM videos which have brought him fame and the promise of a lucrative career. The films have also brought him the attention of hardcore producer Eva Satana, who wants James to be a ruthless Dominant -for real- in her brutal and extreme BDSM scenes.James soon finds himself caught in a contract he cannot break and compelled by threats to the woman who's stood by him through everything.Summary: When you’re a doll, there’s not much to do other than dream. Jared can barely remember a time when he wasn’t a doll. On the best and worst days, he gets to be with Jensen. Link to fic: Ao3 (Must be logged in to read) Title: Can a Girl Ever Have Too Many Cowboys? Artist: beelikej Pairing: Danneel/Jeff/Jensen/Jared Rating: PG-13 Medium: Photoshop Warnings: Polymory Prompt: 33. The Trouble With Texas CowboysNo sooner does pint-sized spitfire Jill Cleary set foot on Fiddle Creek Ranch than she finds herself in the middle of a hundred-year-old feud. Quaid Brennan and Tyrell Gallagher are both tall, handsome, and rich...and both are courting Jill to within an inch of her life. She's doing her best to give these feuding ranchers equal time-too bad it's dark-eyed Sawyer O'Donnell who makes her blood boil and her hormones hum.Link to art: LiveJournal Title: Home of the present Author: crimsonepitaph Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: R Word Count: 32K Warnings: language, mentions of depression Prompt: A man in need of a comeback…A woman in need of love. Off the court, tennis star Jason Cartwright's playboy image is taking a public beating. On the court, he's down forty-love. A comeback is in order, but the makeover he needs is in the hands of the woman he loved and left fifteen years ago. While single-mom, Izzy Connors, sees people for who they really are through the lens of her camera, even without it, she knows Jason isn't the star he appears to be. All she sees is his wasted talent and playboy lifestyle. Will the click of her camera shatter his world as well as his heart? Summary: Jared Padalecki is a failing tennis legend striving for a comeback. Jensen Ackles is the unwitting photographer co-opted in the makeover project, a biography meant to change the game. Single dad, definitely not a fan of Padalecki's, and a cynical human being in general, Jensen takes the job out of necessity, and gears for a year long charade. But what happens when Jensen discovers more than he signed up for - not just about Padalecki, but about himself?Link to fic: on Ao3 Title: Jensen's Choice Author: zara_zee Artist: amberdreams Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 44K Warnings: Kidnapping, violence, torture, minor character deaths, dubious consent*, rough sex, light kink (bondage, spanking, edging/orgasm delay,cock cage, slight D/s), crime, discussions of child abuse, smoking, drug use, addict in recovery, bad language and homophobic insults.*For the purposes of a dark romance, I’ll say dubious consent, however it should be noted that in the beginning, Jared has all the power and Jensen’s consent is definitely coerced. In the real world, I would classify that as rape. On the whole many unhealthy attitudes to consent are conveyed here.Prompt: An ex-pool hustler must fight her attraction to a sinful, sexy biker when she's kidnapped by the Dragons MC and sold to the club's Vice-President. Summary: Seven years ago talented pool hustler Jensen Ackles fled LA for his home state of Texas—with a price on his head and HellSpawn MC on his tail. Now, Jensen’s past has finally caught up with him. His debt has been bought out by the Vice-President of HellSpawn, Jared Padalecki, who expects Jensen to satisfy his dark sexual appetites. But even worse than life as the VP’s beck-and-call boy is the very real possibility that Jensen just might be falling for the sinfully sexy biker. Link to fic: on LiveJournal Link to art: on LiveJournal Title: Pranking the Padalecki Author: whiskygalore Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 9K Warnings: younger Jensen, older Jared, spanking, bad language, schmoop with a happy ending Prompt: The Brat Next Door Tessa Randall has loved playing practical jokes on her brother's best friend, Trace Samuels, for as long as she can remember. But when she pushes him too far one day, she finds herself getting her long-overdue comeuppance over his lap. When Trace follows this treatment with a kiss, Tessa's confused emotions take an unexpected twist. Has she been menacing the boy next door her whole life, just to get closer to him? Has it been her motive all along to simply get his attention? And if so, where does she go now that she unquestionably has it? Summary: Jensen Ackles has loved pranking his brother’s best friend, Jared Padalecki, for almost as long as he can remember. But when he pushes Jared too far one day and finds himself on the wrong end of a spanking, Jensen lets slip a secret that might change things forever.Link to fic: on Ao3 Title: Up Against Your Will Author: amypond45 Pairing: Jared/Jensen, past Jared/Genevieve, past Jensen/others Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 17K Warnings: reference to past rape/abuse (not graphic or specific) Prompt: Blind Wolf: Julia has never been on a date in her life. She's a curvy girl with no money, no education, and no way out of the town she works in as a library assistant... until Damien shows up. He's just like the prince charming Julia always imagined would sweep her off of her feet. There are just a few things standing in the way of true happiness: he's blind, he's dating someone, and he's WAY out of her league. Oh, and he's a werewolf. Damien lost his eyes two years ago in a wolf battle. Ever since then, the straggler pack of disabled wolves he leads has been searching for a place to call home. One house seems like the perfect choice, but Damien realizes too late that the person who lives there is the girl he met at the library. The human girl. Damien is torn between loyalty to his pack and raw lusting desire for the girl who haunts his dreams day and night. She's a human. How could she be his true mate? Summary: Jensen wasn’t planning to rent out the apartment in his basement. But when a tall, handsome stranger offers him a deal he can’t refuse, Jensen puts aside his natural shyness and lets Jared move into his home. Now Jensen’s having intense dreams, hearing strange sounds in the night, and one day he sees a wolf in his backyard. Can Jensen regain his carefully ordered life (and his sanity) before it completely unravels? Or will he give in to his passion for the beautiful blind man with all the wildness in his heart? Link to fic: on Ao3 Title: Dead men do tell tales Author: siriala Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 18K Warnings: mildly creepy and supernatural stuff surrounding death (which is not made into a major issue in this fic), shady but friendly Chad, voyeurism, judgmental and mean people Prompt: Her Ladyship's CompanionIn the Scottish countryside of Selkirk, Lady Isabella Stirling resides at Bowhill Park, serving penance for a sin that nearly ruined her family. For five years she has been condemned to a loveless marriage and confined to the estate where she does little more than tend her rose garden. With her husband absent for months at a time and few visitors, Bella lives a lonely existence, denying the passions that burn within her very soul.Then her cousin comes for a visit and makes an outrageous suggestion: what Bella needs is a lover. A hired lover. Despite her need, Bella says no. But soon Mr. Gideon Rosedale arrives-and he is at her service for two weeks. Indulging in what she intends to be a harmless flirtation, Bella is overcome by Gideon's intoxicating presence. And when she at last permits him to satisfy her desires, she discovers she's done the unthinkable-she's fallen in love.Summary: Jared has been alone most of his life. Good thing dead people can't be picky when he talks to them. Link to fic: on Ao3 Title: The Roommate Author: ashtraythief Artist: beelikej Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 for fic, PG-13 for art Word Count: 12.6K Warnings: ummm… there’s porn? And description of unhygienic storage of clothes? Unhealthy amounts of cereal consumption? Idk, this is just really schmoopy and floofy. Prompt: One Night With Her RoommateEver since her former roommates deserted her, Meg has had to share an apartment with a lazy, obnoxious ass. He won’t pick up after himself, and he refuses to get a good job. Plus, he doesn’t always wear enough clothes—which is really a problem, because he’s hot. Maybe he’s occasionally funny. And every now and then he can be sweet. But mostly he’s just annoying. It doesn’t matter how much he’s starting to flirt with her—Meg is going to resist. She’s way too smart to fall for a guy who never takes anything seriously. But then everything changes in only one night.Summary: When Jared moves in with Jensen, Jensen’s life is turned upside down. Jared is a terrible roommate; messy, loud and entirely obnoxious. Unfortunately, he’s also pretty hot and even kinda nice when his socks aren’t clogging up the sink. Not that Jensen would ever do anything about that, because Jared is straight and a giant slob. Or so Jensen thinks. Link to fic: on Ao3 Link to art: on LiveJournal Title: My Wicked Pirate Artist: kinkajou Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: G Warnings: none Prompt: Azure-eyed Alanis was by far the most exquisite treasure ever claimed by the black pirate known as the Viper, but his motives went deeper than his silken promise to ravish the feisty Yorkshire heiress. Commanding the waters of the Caribbean was his means to an end: reclaiming his birthright—and his blood debt against those who had betrayed him.Then he gave her nights of wicked pleasure...Comfortably betrothed to a nobleman, Alanis never imagined the heady emotions involved in the true games of seduction—games this blackguard seemed to thoroughly enjoy playing with her. Swept up into an adventure that soon revealed a gentleman and kindred spirit beneath the ruthless veneer of a privateer, Alanis began to soften towards her enigmatic captor, as her pride and her heart fell under his erotic spell.Link to art: on Ao3 Title: After All This Time Author: safiyabat Artist: vilabelle Pairing: Jared/Jensen, Gen/Danneel, Jared/Stephen, J2DG Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 7K Warnings: Internalized homophobia, het sex, Chad Prompt: Kinky Neighbors: The Mitchells and the Harts have been next door neighbors and friends for the past year. They have loads in common; double incomes, professional careers, no kids...and a kinky streak. Now they're about to become very good friends...with kinky benefits. The sex between them all is hot, naughty, and unbearably exciting. It isn't merely swapping partners and moving to another room; it's true foursome sex, same room, same bed, all four involved. For Drew and Cat Mitchell and Logan and Alexis Hart, it's about barreling through boundaries none of them have ever crossed before, doing kinky things they've only fantasized about. But when they begin to exchange not just sex but emotional connection, the problems start; a little jealousy, feeling left out, wanting more from the wrong partner. Can two couples really share everything without losing it all? Summary: Jensen's a pretty happy guy. He's happily married to his hometown sweetheart, Danneel, and he's got a thriving law practice in Austin. He lives next door to his lifelong best friend, Jared, who is married to his and Danneel's girlfriend, Gen. When Danneel and Gen suggest bringing Jared into the bedroom, though, things get weird. Jensen thought Jared had gotten over his schoolboy crush on Jensen, but it turns out that Jared isn't the only one with lingering feelings.Link to fic: on LiveJournal Link to art: on LiveJournal Title: The Lost Author: phoenix1966 Artist: amberdreams Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 93K Warnings: swearing, murder (off-screen), violence, m/m, top!Jensen, bottom!Jared, bottom!Misha (offscreen) Prompt: Al King is a rock singer and selfish stud extraordinaire. His brother and manager, Paul King, gets Al whatever he wants and boy does he want a lot. Dallas is a former hooker gone beauty queen/actress. Everyone wants a piece of her and she plays hardball like the best of them. What happens when the plane they are on crashes in the middle of the Amazon jungle? Summary: Big screen star Jensen Ackles was on his way to Brazil to continue filming his latest project. He was glad to lose himself in the role and bury the pain of his broken heart by slipping on a stranger’s skin. Because of his manager’s twisted attempt to help, he found himself on a private jet with a high-class rent boy. Before he could figure out what to do with that, a bolt of lightning sent them tumbling into the rainforest. Link to fic: on Ao3 Link to art: on LiveJournal Title: The Other Wesson Author: firesign10 Artist: milly_gal Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 8K Warnings: none Prompt: Beth Bradley has a problem. Everyone is expecting her successful music executive boyfriend, Charlie, to be her date for her best friend’s wedding. There’s one hitch: Charlie doesn’t exist. Unless she can think of something fast, she’s headed for the most humiliating weekend of her life. Alex Tanner has a problem. The former Navy SEAL's search for a double agent lands him at the Kensington Hotel, and he needs a cover to finish the job. When the sexy maid of honor blackmails him into pretending to be her lover, he thinks he's been handed the solution. Except Beth has a way of stumbling into trouble, and when the man Alex is hunting starts targeting Beth, Alex has to decide between solving the mystery or protecting the woman who has stolen his heart. Summary: Jensen Ackles has a problem. Everyone is expecting his successful accountant boyfriend, Sam Wesson, to be his date for his best friend’s wedding. And Jensen is the wedding planner! There’s one hitch: Sam doesn’t exist. Unless he can think of something fast, Jensen is headed for the biggest humiliation of his life. Jared Padalecki has a problem. The government agent's search for a possible sex trafficking ring lands him at the Isla Grande Resort on the Gulf of Mexico, and he needs a cover to finish the job. When he meets the sexy wedding planner while planting a bug in his room, Jensen blackmails him into pretending to be his boyfriend. Jared doesn't mind--he thinks he's been handed the ideal cover. Except Jensen stumbles into trouble, and Jared has to decide if this resort romance is just play-acting—or the real thing! Link to fic: on Ao3 (art embedded in fic) Title: These Violent Delights Author: dimpled_sammy Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 82K Warnings: Violence, gangsters, minor character death Prompt: Romancing the Mob Boss. Trina Hathaway is a waitress in a Las Vegas strip joint who spends a romantic evening with a good looking hunk she met at the club. Hoping to see him again, but not disappointed when she doesn’t, she goes on with her life. But a week later, when she interviews for a job at the renowned PaLargio Hotel and Casino on the Vegas Strip, and discovers that the owner of the hotel is the man she had slept with, a man who very much wishes to rekindle what they had captured that passionate night, her entire life spirals into a new and dramatic world where family ties and ever-increasing violence ropes them in. Summary: Jared Padalecki has only ever wanted to get out of Sin City. Trapped by extenuating circumstances, he works as a waiter in a Las Vegas strip joint, doing what he can to get by, including spending a romantic evening with a handsome stranger who wanders into the club one night. Hoping to see the stranger again, but not disappointed when he doesn’t, Jared moves on with his life. A month later, Jared interviews for a job as a financial consultant at one of the largest and newly made over Hotels on the Vegas strip. Jared gets the job, only to discover that his new boss is the same man he slept with: Jensen Ackles, the enigmatic and ice cold business man. Jensen Ackles, the city's biggest mob boss. Torn between his longing to get out of the city and his yearning to be closer to Jensen, Jared finds himself being sucked into a new and dangerous world where loyalty is everything, passion exists on a knife-edge, and the ever-increasing violence makes it impossible to escape. Link to fic: on Ao3 Title: Heartstrings Author: madebyme_x Artist: quickreaver Pairing: Jared/Jensen Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 7.5K Warnings: Language and references to drug and alcohol abuse Prompt: Heartstrings. As Julia prepares to settle in for another typical 12-hour shift in the ER, she's ready to handle anything...That's before Slade Hale rolls into her life...on a stretcher surrounded by 15 doctors and nurses. To her he's just another patient, and a cocky asshole Rock Star with an ego. Or at least that's what she thinks. When she's assigned to be his personal nurse, Julia suddenly feels out of her comfort zone. Slade is the most beautiful man she's ever seen in person and even in his vulnerable condition he seethes of raw sex appeal. When he starts to wake up, that's when the real trouble begins...Julia desperately attempts to fight his charm and wit, to stay professional, to keep the upper hand. Summary: Washed-up rock star Jared is rushed to hospital, and it's up to uptight nurse Jensen to fix more than broken bones. But what is it that they say? Opposites attract, or something like that... Link to fic: on LiveJournal Link to art: on LiveJournal

Supernatural

Title: Behind Glass Author: museaway Pairing: Dean/Castiel Rating: Teen Word Count: 21.3K Warnings: Temporary Character Death Prompt: Life as he has known it is over for Adan when his mother tells him she has bought a mansion in an exclusive community high in the redwood mountains. There are no other young people living there except one, a girl named Chrystal who has never been outside the community before or known anyone her own age. But Adan can only admire Chrystal from afar, she is beautiful and he is covered in scars. Summary: Castiel has spent his life secluded in the woods. At his father’s warning, he’s never left the property. He has no memory of his mother, and his father doesn’t come above twice a year with supplies now that Castiel is grown. But when he befriends a boy named Sam who trespasses on his land, and Sam's older brother, whose face and arm were maimed in an accident, he begins to doubt everything his father has told him. Link to fic: on Ao3 Title: The Trouble with Benny Author: angelus2hot Pairing: Dean/Benny Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 2K Warnings: none Prompt: Can a girl ever have too many cowboys?No sooner does pint-sized spitfire Jill Cleary set foot on Fiddle Creek Ranch than she finds herself in the middle of a hundred-year-old feud. Quaid Brennan and Tyrell Gallagher are both tall, handsome, and rich...and both are courting Jill to within an inch of her life. She's doing her best to give these feuding ranchers equal time-too bad it's dark-eyed Sawyer O'Donnell who makes her blood boil and her hormones hum.Summary: It took awhile for Sam to realize even though Dean could have almost anyone he wanted, his brother only wanted Benny. But when he did he and Garth devised a plan to get Dean to finally go after what he wanted. Link to fic: on Ao3 Title: Happenstance Author: stonenumberone Pairing: Sam/Dean Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 18K Warnings: Pre-series AU, underage sex, underage drinking, complete lack of listening to the concept of Stranger Danger, swearing and just a little bit of angst and sibling incest. Prompt: Colin Hartman can now add college to his list of failures. On the coast-to-coast trek home from California, Colin stops at a gas station in the Nevada desert, and can’t help noticing the guy in tight jeans looking like he just stepped off a catwalk. When he realizes Catwalk is stranded, Colin offers a ride. Riley only intended to take a short ride in Colin’s Jeep to the Grand Canyon. But one detour leads to another until they finally find themselves tumbling into bed together. However there are shadows in Riley’s eyes that hide a troubled past. And when those shadows threaten to bury the man whom Colin has fallen in love with, he vows to get Riley the help he needs. For once in his life, quitting isn’t an option… Summary: Dean’s never been really good at that whole “accomplishment” thing. Drifting is the one thing he really knows how to do, and a trip after his latest failure—college—with just him, his car, and the wide open road is exactly what he needs. Running into a boy with legs longer than the California coastline was definitely not on the agenda, but hey, it’s not like Dean has anywhere else to be. When the trip becomes more of a series of detours, Dean finds himself more and more drawn to the young Sam, who seems to be carrying more baggage than Dean originally thought. A secret revealed threatens to shatter everything they’ve built together in this short time; will they make it through or crash and burn like every other thing Dean has ever touched? Link to fic: on Ao3 Title: Sunrise Cove Obsession Author: smalltrolven Pairing: Sam/Dean Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 9K Warnings: Beyond Awful!John Winchester Prompt: Naomi Bowes lost her innocence the night she followed her father into the woods. In freeing the girl trapped in the root cellar, Naomi revealed the horrible extent of her father’s crimes and made him infamous. No matter how close she gets to happiness, she can’t outrun the sins of Thomas David Bowes. Now a successful photographer living under the name Naomi Carson, she has found a place that calls to her, a rambling old house in need of repair, thousands of miles away from everything she’s ever known. Naomi wants to embrace the solitude, but the kindly residents of Sunrise Cove keep forcing her to open up—especially the determined Xander Keaton. Naomi can feel her defenses failing, and knows that the connection her new life offers is something she’s always secretly craved. But the sins of her father can become an obsession, and, as she’s learned time and again, her past is never more than a nightmare away. Summary: When the boys are forcibly separated at twelve and eight by a father gone mad their lives take very different turns. When they are then reunited fifteen years later, they don’t recognize each other. Dean’s promise to stay away from Sam even though unwittingly broken brings a danger back that may kill them both. Link to fic: on Ao3 Title: Indelible Author: dare_darcy Pairing: Dean/Sam Rating: M Word Count: 25K Warnings: Light BDSM Prompt: Leni Brewster should have been disappointed when her twin sister had to bail on holding her hand during her first tattoo, but going to her appointment solo means time alone with the sexy-as-hell tattoo artist who falls into the Do Not Touch category. Only Jamie Rodriguez isn't as off-limits as Leni thinks. Privately single for months, Jamie finds himself more than looking forward to having the hot little librarian in his chair. And when she accidentally reveals a naughty secret about herself, he can't get his hands on her fast enough-he has to know what else she's hiding under that buttoned-up exterior. What he discovers sets his blood to boiling, igniting a burning determination to test every single one of the boundaries, both personal and physical, that she's set for herself. Summary: Dean Singer is a tattoo artist, single and unhappily so. Sam Winchester is the sexy librarian who has been feeding his secret book habit. When Sam walks into Dean's shop, will Sam break through Dean's walls and see the man beneath? (Summary to be fixed when I'm not sleep deprived.) Link to fic: on Ao3

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“Black Magic Winchester” Part II - Hunting Fic

Summary: Set during Season Two, after "Folsom Prison Blues", the boys get a call from Bobby asking for help on a missing persons case. What they think to be a simple monster hunt turns out to be much darker than the hunters anticipated. With Sam still reeling from his visions and Dean having no idea how to help his little brother, how will they handle tracking down the darkness that has appeared in Sioux Falls?

Word Count: 5564

Warning: SPN Violence

Song I Wrote To: “I’ll Be Good” by Jaymes Young

Note: Thank you for reading! -------

They headed back to Bobby’s in a complete and haunted silence.

Nobody spoke until they were sitting in Bobby’s main room and Dean couldn’t take it any longer.

“Is anyone else incredibly disturbed?” he asked, still trying to wipe the specks of ash from his clothing.

“No, Dean, we’re both just fine ,” Bobby said, sipping from his glass of whiskey.

“We just poked a very angry bear,” Sam said. His own glass was in his hand, but he couldn’t bring himself to drink it. “Whoever did that is going to be pissed when they realize someone torched their torture cave.”

“Good,” Dean said.

“Did you find anything in Dad’s journal?” Sam asked, shrugging out of his jacket. As soon as they had settled back in the Singer house, Dean began flipping through John Winchester’s journal. However, it proved to be as much help as the previous research they had been doing.

“If Dad had ever come across magic like this, he never noted it,” Dean sighed.

“He never mentioned it to me,” Bobby said, “And a part of me is glad none of those infernal symbols made it into your daddy’s book. He had enough to deal with.”

“You said you saw one the marks before,” Dean said to Bobby. “What exactly are we dealing with?”

“I can’t be sure of the exact intention, but it has something to do with an offering ritual. An ancient one,” Bobby explained.

“Offering to what? Pagan gods?” Sam asked.

“Pagan gods want blood, but usually not that much…” Bobby said, clearly still very disturbed from the macabre sight back in the cave. “No, this is something different.”

“Could they be summoning something?” Dean asked.

“Maybe, but I can’t think of what. It’s not a demon and I doubt it’s any god I know of so that’s just another question we have to answer.”

“Here’s the first question,” Sam interjected, “What do we tell the families of these people?”

“Nothing,” Dean said quickly, “as awful as it is, we have to act as if we didn’t find a bunch of dismembered people in some bat cave. They will have to be considered missing for...well forever.”

“That’s not fair,” Sam said.

“Nothing about this job is fair, kid,” Bobby told him. “Nobody should face the fate of those hikers and no family member should know that is how their loved one met their end.”

“So we do nothing?”

“We’re gonna get the sons of bitches who did this to them, Sammy,” Dean reassured, “That is what we will do.” Sam nodded, finally picking up his glass and downing the amber liquid quickly.

“Okay, so where do we start?”

“I called Ellen,” Bobby said, “told her what was going on and she’s going to let us know if she hears anything, but so far she has nothing. However, hunters come and go through the Roadhouse all the time, someone will know something, we just have to be patient.”

“What about those hikers that went missing thirty years ago?” Sam asked, thinking about what Dean had mentioned to him earlier in the day. “Do you think it could be the same people?”

“Witches do tend to live obnoxiously long lives,” Dean pointed out. “Could be the same coven.”

“And what? They’ve just taken a few decades off of slaughtering innocents?” Sam asked.

“Certain rituals have cycles,” Bobby informed them, “some of them are yearly others happen over defined amounts of time. We won’t know anything for sure until we figure out who is doing this.”

They were quiet for a moment, all three hunters trying to wrap their minds around their afternoon when Bobby’s police scanner lit up. Bobby reached over and turned the volume up. They got the second half of the message.

“...10-54 out by the south ridge, requesting backup. Suspects possibly still in the area…”

“10-54, that’s a dead body,” Sam said, looking between Dean and Bobby. “Another hiker?”

“Probably not,” Dean said, placing his glass down. “I’ll go see what I can find out, you two try to find out what these psychos are up to.”

“Don’t forget your badge,” Sam said as Dean headed out.

“It’s in the car!” Dean yelled over his shoulder as he slipped out the back door.

“You two have gotten much too comfortable pretending to be FBI,” Bobby said, shaking his head. Sam reached over and picked up his father’s journal, turning it over in his hands.

“We had a good teacher,” Sam said as he opened open the book and began flipping once again.

As they waited for Dean to return, Bobby and Sam tried to stay busy, but their thoughts were going a mile a minute. Bobby, especially, had something on his mind.

“You should have waited for us,” Bobby said, sitting down across from Sam at the kitchen table.

“What?” Sam asked, looking up from his laptop.

“When you fell into the cave, you should have waited for us before you went looking further.”

“Bobby,” Sam sighed, “this isn’t my first job. I know what I’m doing.”

“It was an unknown situation, Sam, you didn’t know what was waiting for you in there. It was reckless.”

“I’m a hunter, this is what I do,” Sam reminded him.

“Doesn’t mean you get to make thoughtless decisions.”

“Is this still about Green River? I thought we cleared that up?”

“This is about a lot of things,” Bobby defended. “I know you boys are grown and you’re good, but what if something had happened earlier today? Now, I don’t know about you, but I would rather not put another Winchester on a pyre anytime soon.” Sam blinked. He, of course, knew that Bobby cared about him and Dean, but he never realized that John’s death had brought on this protective nature so strongly. Sam wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“I’m not going to die, Bobby. Dean and I are smart, hell, we’re probably smarter than Dad ever was. He taught us well, you taught us well, we can handle this. I may be psychic, but I’m not a complete idiot.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Bobby joked.

“Funny,” Sam deadpanned.

“Just, give me a little leeway, okay?” Sam nodded, gripping Bobby’s shoulder.

“I’ll do my best.”

“Speaking of being psychic…” Bobby said.

“We really don’t need to talk about it,” Sam said, nearly pleading.

“Shouldn’t we be talking about it? I mean, it’s a part of you now, right?”

“Unfortunately,” Sam said, “Look, I haven’t quite figured it out. It all started as dreams and then they happened during the day and now I see death every time I close my eyes. I just wish I got the full picture for once.”

“Well, I always knew you were special, kid, I just didn’t think it would be this kind of special. Though stranger things have happened and we will deal with this just like any other case and I need you to know that I’m in your corner. Okay?”

“I know you are,” Sam said, shutting his computer. “At least you’re not breathing down my neck like my brother is.”

“Dean does that because he cares,” Bobby reminded him. “You two are the only family y’all have left. Take it for what it is.”

“That’s not true,” Sam disagreed. “I think we have more family than we think and I suppose its time we start letting them help.” Bobby smiled slightly.

“I’ll drink to that,” he said, raising his half-empty beer bottle. Their conversation was interrupted by the return of Dean. He entered the kitchen, pulling off his tie, and rolling up his shirtsleeves.

“How’d it go?” Sam asked.

“Well, it was definitely a revenge killing,” Dean explained. “Park ranger found slaughtered not too far from the ridge. Locals are saying multiple assailants for sure and they don’t have a clue where to start looking. Which means that we now have an even bigger problem.”

“We knew this was going to happen,” Bobby reminded them. “Though, I was hoping they wouldn’t retaliate so quickly.”

“That just means they get to die sooner,” Dean rationalized. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother just as Bobby’s phone rang. He answered it and then put it on speaker.

“What do you got, Ellen?” Bobby asked.

“Hey boys,” Ellen said. “So I asked around about your problem and a hunter from Arkansas said that he heard a story a few years back. Bunch of people went missing all because of a coven of witches that weren’t exactly ordinary.”

“No witch is ordinary,” Dean said. “They’re all crazy with their blood and animal sacrifices.”

“Fair point, Dean,” Ellen said. “But these witches aren’t just into blood oaths and killing cats. This particular coven is rumored to worship not any known gods, but themselves as gods.”

“That’s a bit garish,” Bobby interjected.

“It gets worse,” Ellen said, “They will sacrifice as many people as they think is appropriate for their chosen one.”

“And the chosen one? Who would that be?” Sam asked.

“No way to know for sure. I guess you’ll find that out when you find the coven. My guess? It is the one they are keeping close to them. May even have some heavy protection magic around them.”

“Great, so they’re going to be even more of a headache than we thought,” Dean groaned, his hand pressing against his brow.

“Nobody ever said this job was easy, honey,” Ellen said. “Let me know if you three need anything. You know I’m always here.”

“Thanks, Ellen,” Sam said. Bobby ended the call and faced his boys.

“So, who’s up for a little hunting?”

Hunting demons was easy.

A little holy water, a good exorcism for someone, likely Sam, to memorize, and a whole lot of wisecracking. However, when it came to witches, they had to take more precautions and a whole lot more ammunition.

Bobby handed out protection charms to both of the boys, but they weren’t even sure they would work as they weren’t sure what exactly they were walking in on. Ellen had given them some much-needed information, but still, it was going to be a gamble nonetheless.

As they geared up, Dean was able to acquire more information from the attractive medical examiner in the coroner's office. According to the M.E., the park ranger that was found murdered had symbols carved into his body and after a little bit more convincing, the doctor emailed Dean some photos of the carvings and they were perfect matches for the ones the three hunters had discovered in the caves.

“Do we need this?” Sam asked, holding up a small pouch with symbols along the top of it.

“If you want to keep your hand, I would put that down, kid,” Bobby said, glancing over his shoulder. Sam dropped the bag back into the trunk he was digging through.

“Best bet?” Dean said as he walked into the basement holding up his pistol and shotgun, his brows raised. Bobby glanced between the two firearms.

“Both?” He offered.

“Both it is!” Dean said with an excited smile.

“Dean, do you ever think you enjoy this job a little too much?” Sam asked, loading his own weapons.

“Life is short Samuel, better to have fun rather than treating everything so serious.” Sam scowled at the use of his full name but didn’t comment. He knew it wouldn’t make a difference. Dean was Dean and no amount of persuasion from Sam was going to change that.

“I think we’re as prepared as we’re going to get,” Bobby said. “Just do me a favor and if it goes bad, aim for the head. They can’t hex you if their face is no longer attached to their body.”

“Always so poetic, Bobby,” Dean said. Dean then tossed his sawed-off to his brother who easily caught it. “Alright, gents, let’s go get us some witches.”

The rumble of the Impala rolled down the back road of the nearby hiking trails.

Deputies were still surrounding the main entrance and the last thing the hunters wanted was to have to explain why three men clad in flannel carrying shotguns were planning to go on an evening hike where multiple people had disappeared and one was murdered.

Dean parked in the shade of a few overgrown trees and they grabbed their gear. Bobby figured that the cave was not where the witches set up their main coven. Usually, ritual sites were close, but not adjacent to the main home. So, the men headed West, keeping parallel to the ridge that Sam first discovered.

The sun was starting to disappear behind the trees, which was an advantage for them and hopefully not for the ones they hunted. Dean led the way through the rough terrain with Sam in the middle, and Bobby keeping an eye on their six. They didn’t speak, only occasionally did Dean raise his fist, halting the group when he heard something or spotted movement out of the corner of his eye.

About an hour into their hike, Dean pulled them to a stop. He tapped his nose, telling the others he smelled something. It didn’t take long for the other two to realize Dean was smelling fire. They crept a bit further, keeping hidden in the bushes. A few more yards and they found the source. A campfire had been lit outside of an abandoned ranger’s station. The building was overgrown with weeds and most of the wood was rotted, but it would do for a makeshift shelter, or in this case, the main hideout for a coven of witches.

The flames in the fire were still high enough for the hunters to realize the witches were still around. There was no movement outside the station, but Sam could see shadows moving in the windows. Dean turned to Sam and Bobby to formulate a plan when a loud screech echoed from the decrepit building.

“That was a kid,” Dean whispered in horror. They were frozen, trying to figure out what to do next and then they heard the scream again.

They moved.

Bobby withdrew a flash-bang from his bag and threw it through one of the open windows. They turned their heads just as the station lit up in bright white light. Screams of surprise pierced the air and the hunters moved in. Dean kicked in the door, sending splinters across the room. Sam and Bobby followed, their guns raised.

Chaos ensued immediately. The women inside the station struggled to get their bearings back. Dean went for one of them, pressing his gun to the back of her skull, holding her down. As Dean secured his witch, Sam got a good look at the coven’s home.

The walls were littered with newspaper clippings of disappearances from many years, symbols that were identical to the ones in the cave were painted on the floor, and every witch wore dark dresses that had seen better days.

A witch, one that looked to be much older than the rest, charged Sam, her hands reaching for his eyes and a spell was on her lips. “Stop!” Dean yelled, bringing the room’s attention to him and his hostage. The witch in his arms was younger, but she looked even more feral than the rest of them. “You move or even try a single hex and I’ll blow her brains out,” he threatened.

Sam raised his own weapon and leveled it at the witch before him. “Where’s the kid?” Sam asks. The witch raised her hand, commanding her coven to stand down. Her wild eyes scanned over the younger Winchester and then a wicked smile spread across her dirt-caked face.

“I know who you are,” she said, her voice was smooth like honey. “The child that was chosen by the demon. Sam Winchester.” The way she said his name made Sam uneasy. It was almost as if she knew more about him than he knew himself. “You’re supposed to lead us to victory,” she continued.

“Nobody is leading anything, witch,” Dean interjected.

“Don’t you want to know who gave you your gifts?” the witch asked, ignoring Dean who still held her sister in a vice. Sam’s brows lowered slightly, but his weapon stayed steady.

“What do you know?” Sam asked, the mission slowly being forgotten. The witch smiled wider.

“Sammy, don’t listen to her!” Dean called.

“You and our savior will lead us to victory!” the witch screamed, gesturing to a dark corner. Sam could now see that tucked away was the source of the cries they had heard earlier. Curled up against the wall was a young girl, maybe around nine-years-old. Sam refocused on the witch before him, but Dean was watching the scared little girl. Her hair was dirty, her clothes too, and it looked as if symbols had been written down her arms in dark ink. Her dark eyes were now on Dean’s and she looked as if she was trying to keep it together for his sake. Dean tightened his grip on the woman in his arms.

“What does the kid have to do with any of this?” Dean asked, drawing the attention away from Sam before the coven could interrogate him further about The Demon. The witch turned to Dean and away from Sam. She stalked towards the older Winchester, examining him with every step.

“Dahlia was chosen,” the witch said. “She will be worshipped by all.” The witch turned to look at the girl with sudden fury, “If she finally accepts her offerings!” The girl, Dahlia, turned her body away from the coven.

“Those ‘offerings’ were human beings,” Bobby interjected. “Innocent people that you slaughtered!”

“You kill to make your world a better place, so do I,” the witch told Bobby.

“Let the girl go,” Sam demanded.

“She is not finished!”

“No, but you are,” Dean interjected, aiming his gun away from his hostage and at the head witch. However, she moved first. The witch threw her arms in a wide arc, sending Bobby and Sam flying across the room. The girl in Dean’s arms jabbed her elbow into his chest, knocking the wind from him. She grabbed a discarded lantern from the floor and threw it at Dean who ducked just in time. As two more witches flanked him, Dean saw Sam across the room struggling to his feet as witches converged on his brother.

Sam’s chest felt heavy.

The edges of his vision were blurring and the world seemed to tilt beneath him. Sam clutched at his chest as he struggled to get to his feet. Through his haze, he could see three witches surrounding him, their hands stretched out in front of them as they recited the hex currently invading Sam’s body.

Sam could feel the magic trying to take him over and when he reached for the gun a couple of feet away, the witches pressed harder. Sam clutched at the sides of his head as the pain intensified, but then a sharp crack echoed through the room and one of the witches attacking Sam went down.

Sam peered through the chaos to see Dean charging towards his brother, his shotgun in hand. He aimed at the second witch and fired, sending the woman down. Dean reached his brother, grabbing his arm to pull him to his feet.

“Rock salt,” Dean said, holding up his gun. “Won’t kill them, but it does the job.”

“Thanks,” Sam sighed. Dean nodded and then ran to the other side of the room as Sam grabbed his own shotgun and started to take aim.

Dean cut through the coven, taking out any witch that attempted to hex him, even dodging a few blades. While Sam and Bobby struggled to contain the women behind him, Dean went for the one who stood above Dahlia. He raised his gun, but the witch twisted her hand and Dean’s knees buckled.

“She is not finished!” Dahlia’s guard said, her eyes crazed. “But you will be the final sacrifice.” The witch reached for Dean, drawing a blade from her waist. Dean struggled to call for Sam or Bobby as the hex took hold, but he kept his eyes on the woman, not letting her see him give an inch. The witch raised her knife and then suddenly fell forward as she was hit from behind.

Dean took a deep breath as the hex was lifted and stared up at a very scared Dahlia who held an old lamp in her hands. Her arms were shaking as she stared down at the witch. Slowly, Dean picked up his gun with his right hand and reached for Dahlia with his left. “Come on,” he whispered to the frightened child. Dahlia dropped the lamp and took Dean’s hand.

Without a second of hesitation, Dean hauled the girl into his arms and she buried her face in his jacket. “Cover your ears!” he told her and she pressed her small hands to the sides of her head. Dean fired indiscriminately at the many coven members who tried to stop him from leaving the ranger’s station. “Sam! Bobby!” he yelled, gaining their attention.

Both hunters were taking out witches and trying to destroy the ritual symbols at the same time. Clearly, the chaos had made whatever magic the witches were attempting to perform very difficult. Not to mention the fact that Dean was now carrying their self-declared “god” out of the prison they called home.

Dean didn’t have the most experience with hexes or even how to dodge them. Not to mention, the charms that Bobby had given to them were clearly not effective when it came to the ancient blood magic.

Dahlia clung to Dean, her tiny fingers digging into his jacket. He was trying to focus on too many things at once and it was all becoming muddled, but there was one thing that he was sure of: he was getting this kid out of there.

“Dean, go!” Sam yelled as he pulled out a flash bang from Bobby’s bag. The three hunters were good, but this amount of witches was even too much for them.

Dean ran for the door, shoving his way through debris and witches alike. He wasn’t sure how he managed to break through it all and back into the forest, but soon his booted feet were crushing leaves and the remains of the station that scavengers had decided to pick off over the years.

Dahlia still had her hands over her ears when Sam and Bobby broke through the door, yanking it closed behind them. Sam held his right arm tight to his chest as he limped towards Dean. Behind the Winchesters, Bobby drew his knife, dragged it across his palm and then scrawled a symbol on the door in his blood just as something slammed into it from the other side.

Bobby ran to the boys, ready to give them an order when a loud boom echoed across the forest. The ground shook beneath them and Sam lost his footing, going down on a clearly hurt leg. The air was electrified with magic and through the open windows, cries of pain reached the hunter’s ears.

Then, it was silent.

“What just happened?” Dean asked, his arms firmly around Dahlia who was crying quietly.

“They just put themselves in an early grave,” Bobby explained. “The symbol,” he gestured, “makes any spell rebound on the casters.”

“I didn’t think something like that would work on this kind of magic,” Sam said, stretching his leg out in front of him. “These didn’t,” he gestured to the charms.

“I didn’t think it would work either, but hell, I’m glad it did,” Bobby said. A quiet sniffle alerted the other hunters and it was then that Sam and Bobby finally realized they now had another problem.

Dahlia was clearly not intending to let Dean Winchester go any time soon so he pulled her closer. “We have to get her out of here,” Dean whispered, handing Bobby his shotgun. Bobby was reaching for it when there was suddenly a rustling behind them.

Sam reached for his pistol just as the head witch crawled towards them, her face bloodied and bruised. She was barely alive as she coughed, staring right at Sam.

“Bobby,” was all that Dean said, but Sam raised his hand, telling Singer to stand down. The younger Winchester got to his feet so he could face the woman.

“It’s over,” Sam told her. She smiled up at him with bloody teeth.

“It’s only...beginning,” the witch said, “multiple ends are near, Sam Winchester and you, you are at the center of it.”

Sam raised his gun, but there was no need. After another mouthful of blood, the witch went limp and she was gone. Sam stared at the body, letting her words sink into his mind.

“Sam?” Dean asked, resting his hand on his brother’s shoulder. Sam was completely still and then, he slowly turned to face his brother. Sam went to speak when his eyes met Dahlia's. He then focused on the symbols painted on the girl and his jaw tightened.

“We have to get her out of here,” he simply said. Dahlia reached an arm out to Sam who grasped her hand in his for a moment before Dean pulled her away and started to walk away from the ranger station and the ominous warnings of dead witches.

They reached the car at a slow rate.

Sam was indeed quite injured. His shoulder was most likely sprained and a witch had gotten a blade into his left leg. Bobby helped him down the trails and back to the car where he dumped the former law student unceremoniously into the passenger seat of the Impala. Dean sat in the back with Dahlia, trying to calm her down while Bobby drove.

Sam didn’t listen to anything that Bobby and Dean said. He assumed they were discussing what to do with Dahlia. Sam figured since there was no missing persons report for the young girl, she may have been a neglected foster kid or even given willingly to the coven which didn’t help his rage at the moment.

He could never catch a break when it came to all of this demon business. The coven had known who he was. Had known his role in whatever the Yellow-Eyed Demon wanted. Sam figured that if he had discovered the murderous witches alone, this evening would have gone much differently. Perhaps he could have even gotten some proper answers rather than theories and vague visions of futures that only promised death and pain.

Sam let his head rest against the cool window of the car and watched the roads of Sioux Falls pass by. They had gotten the killers, but the families of the victims would never know what happened to their loved ones and that never sat well with Sam. He didn’t think it ever would.

Because Sam and Dean were still America’s Most Wanted, Bobby took initiative and drove Dahlia to the police station once they had returned to the Salvage Yard.

It had taken some convincing for Dahlia to let go of Dean’s jacket, but after a short reassuring conversation from Dean, Dahlia reluctantly let go. The tears were still fresh in her eyes as she took Bobby’s hand and went with him.

Dean didn’t waste any time in dragging his brother to the kitchen. “Sit,” he ordered and Sam obeyed, not wanting to argue at the moment. Dean pulled two beers from the fridge as Sam collapsed into one of the kitchen chairs.

Sam immediately took a pull of his beer when Dean handed it to him. As he sipped at his drink, Dean got to work on the leg. He poured rubbing alcohol over the wound causing Sam to wince.

“Baby,” Dean taunted, gaining a slight kick from Sam. “It’s not deep,” Dean said, examining the knife wound. “You won’t need stitches, just keep a fresh bandage on it.” He tore open the small slit in Sam’s jeans just enough to tape off the wound. “You’ll need new jeans too,” Dean said with a smug smile.

Sam only hummed in response. Dean stood from his crouch and went to Sam’s shoulder, feeling the joint to make sure it wasn’t dislocated. He then dug out a couple of painkillers and handed them to his brother who popped them with another sip of beer. “Sam…” Dean began.

“Dean, don’t,” Sam said with a deep sigh.

“Don’t tell me not to ask you about it because we both know I never do what you ask,” Dean said as he pulled a bandage from the medical bag Bobby had stashed in his kitchen. He figured there were many emergency bags such as this littered around the Singer house. You had to love hunters.

“You said it yourself, witches are crazy,” Sam said, biting his cheek as Dean wrapped up his shoulder, pulling on the joint.

“Some are,” Dean agreed, “but some, unfortunately, do know what they’re talking about. Next to demons they know just about everything going on when it comes to the supernatural.”

“Then why didn’t other witches stop these ones from killing all those people?”

“My guess?” Dean offered, “this coven seemed to be some kind of doomsday prepper type. Hell, they think offering a bunch of chopped up hikers to a kid is the way to protect them from the end times.”

“Multiple ends,” corrected Sam.

“What?”

“The witch, she said ‘multiple ends’ were coming,” Sam turned to look up at Dean. “You don’t seem too worried about that.” Dean took a sip from his beer.

“I’ll worry when there is something to worry about. I am not going to take some sixth sense warning from a bitch who targets kids,” Dean explained. “And neither should you.” Sam turned away, but Dean wasn’t letting him get off that easy. He pulled out a chair across from his brother and zeroed in on him. “You listen to me, Sam,” he began, “we’ve been dealt bad hands before and we’re not exactly in a field of daisies at the moment considering our mugshots are plastered in every damn government building. Multiple ends or whatever are always on the horizon. If they weren’t, then we would be out of work. Demons? Witches? Easy. It all stems from the same thing: evil and fighting evil is what we were raised to do. Don’t you forget that.”

“Now who sounds like Dad?” Sam said, smiling faintly. Dean narrowed his eyes at his brother.

“That was a damn good speech. You should be more appreciative.”

“It could use some work,” Sam joked.

“Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

Sam was two ice packs in by the time Bobby came home.

“Kid is okay,” Bobby announced. “She went missing a few counties over. They’re looking for the parents now who also seem to have gone off the grid.”

“So either the witches killed her mom and dad or they willingly gave her up,” Dean realized.

“Sounds like it,” Bobby agreed, disappearing into the kitchen only to return to the sitting room with a beer of his own. Sam and Dean were already a few in as Bobby joined them.

“Do you think she’ll be okay?” Sam asked.

“No, but I know she’ll be alive and safe,” Bobby said. “Sheriff is going to take care of her. I don’t like the police, but Sheriff Mills is a good one.”

“Why do they always have to bring kids into this?” Dean said, his anger from earlier bubbled up again.

“Evil doesn’t allow for prejudice most of the time,” said Bobby, “everyone is at risk.”

“It’s a screwed up system,” Dean said, draining his beer.

“It may be screwed up, but that’s life, boys,” Bobby said, glancing between the two of them. Dean looked at his brother.

“I feel a lecture coming on,” Dean said and Sam nodded in response.

“The two of you, I swear,” Bobby began. “Look, I’m grateful you two helped me with this one. It’s nice to know you two idgits aren’t completely incompetent when it comes to your job.” Dean pursed his lips in confusion, but stayed silent as Bobby went on, “This was a bad one, victim wise, but you handled it well. Your daddy would be proud.” Sam went to argue when Bobby shot him a look.

“Now I know that you two are good, hell, you’re better than most of us more seasoned hunters, but you can’t be stupid. I don’t think much about warnings from witches, but that one...it’s gnawing at me. So, you two need to not be stupid.” Bobby leaned forward, looking at both of them, his face completely serious. Sam felt a weight press further on his chest as he felt the severity of their situation.

“Bobby?” Dean asked after a moment of silence.

“Sam, Dean,” Bobby finally said, “if the end is comin’, we’ll face it together. Even if it’s coming at us from all sides. Remember you boys ain’t alone.”

However, at that moment, even amongst his family, Sam never felt more alone and a part of him knew that he’d be the one to face what was coming and it wouldn't be with his brother by his side. Sam knew he had to face this evil head-on without an army.

He only prayed that, in the end, Dean would let him.

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