deancasbigbang:

Title: Show me your secrets and I’ll show you madness
Author: Nera Solani
Artist: Correlia
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Dean/Castiel (hinted Sam/Eileen)
Wordcount: 30000
Warnings/Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Canon typical violence, blood and gore, Post season 13, case fic, Greek mythology, illusions and hallucinations, temporary major character deaths (in illusions), hurt/comfort, angst and fluff, grace sex
Posting: 10/19/2018

Summary:

Are you afraid of the dark? No?

If you ever find a door that leads nowhere, don’t go in.

Four teenagers make the mistake of doing so anyway and don’t come back out. Which is how Dean, Sam and Castiel find themselves investigating a case that leads them right into an ancient Greek myth about a labyrinth housing a monster. But the monster isn’t the only thing lurking in this dark place; the walls are breathing, watching, waiting… Being separated in a giant maze that isn’t attached to our reality isn’t how any of them had envisioned this case would go.

What is real? What is an illusion? Is that blood? What was that shadow?

In every corner awaits a new nightmare, each one worse than the other. The three men need to save the missing teenagers and find a way out — if they can find each other, and live through the terrors the maze shows them. But none of that is easy when you’re being confronted with your worst memories and fears. Especially when you have to lose the love of your life over and over again…

Well? Are you afraid of the dark? Maybe you should be.

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The first corridor seemed almost endless. They walked straight ahead, their flashlights lighting the way. The stone of the floor and walls was cold, smooth and seemingly made from one single piece. Dean almost thought this damn corridor might just go on and on forever, but then it led them into a bigger room. As they stepped out of the narrow passage, they found themselves in a giant dome made of the same stone. Right in front of them was the labyrinth with mile-high walls of solid stone, towering above them like buildings. For some reason it wasn’t dark anymore. The dim light didn’t seem to have a source, but it was enough to light the way sufficiently, so they switched off their flashlights and packed them away. The entrance to the huge maze was impossible to overlook: a wide gap between the high walls. As they stepped closer, Sam noticed the same poem that was carved into the door, written in the stone. Like a warning. A dark promise. It made his skin crawl.

They followed the faint footprints in the low light, each of them constantly on edge. All of a sudden, Dean noticed something on the walls. Scratches, some of them filled with a dark, thick liquid that gave off a rotten smell. When he wrinkled his nose, Cas answered the unspoken question, “It’s rotten blood. Probably from a previous victim considering how old it is.”

Walking slower now, they kept looking at the walls, increasingly disturbed by what they saw. The massive stone walls were covered in increasingly deep scratches accompanied by more and more blood. At some point, the scratches started to form words in capital letters.

NOTHING IS AS IT SEEMS

FLEE

GO AWAY

HELP

LEAVE ME ALONE

KILL ME

They looked on in horror as they saw scratches that marked days someone had been trapped there, and that horror morphed into dread when they came across a spot that looked like someone had tried to scratch a hole through the wall. Of course the person hadn’t gotten far, but the shallow notch was drenched in rotten blood. Right below, on the floor, lay a fingernail, coated in dark red.

“Looks like someone tried to dig their way out with their bare hands,” Sam noted.

Dean looked at the messages on the walls, which were even more concerning to him, “Yeah… looks promising…”

They didn’t stay to examine the scene any closer, but as they continued to follow the teenagers’ footprints, they didn’t get very far. The trail ended in a wall. Literally. The trail of footprints led into a wall.

“The hell…?” Dean mumbled.

Castiel looked around nervously. He had a bad feeling about this place. A really bad feeling.

deancasbigbang:

Title: (Fits Like) a g(Love)
Author: PaperAnn
Artist: Foxymoley
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Wordcount: 42000
Warnings/Tags: Romantic Comedy, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Dean/Alpha Castiel, Fake Dating, Mutual Pining, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff and Smut
Posting: 10/22/2018

Summary:

For the last five years, Dean has been great at avoiding his family. For five years, he’s been able to feed them the lie he’s found an alpha, making damn sure they steer clear of something as archaic as match-matching. He refuses to be sold off like livestock!

Dean’s luck has run out: Sam is graduating Law School and everyone (Dean means everyone) is heading to Palo Alto to celebrate. The only person Dean can turn to for help is his best friend, Cas—and thank God, he actually agrees. When Dean began bullshitting his parents, well, Cas was (and still is) the inspiration behind Dean’s ‘make-believe alpha.’

It becomes clear pretty quick…there isn’t much pretending in their performance. What else starts sinking in, is that he and Cas kinda act like a mated couple already. But the one thing that surprises Dean the most: he might not be alone in his big-giant-stupid crush. Maybe the feeling is mutual.

Maybe he and Cas have a chance. If they can make it through the visit alive—fighting the insane awkwardness, unbearable sexual tension, ridiculous booze-fueled clubbing (thanks, Sammy!), and meeting the family—just maybe…they can be real.

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“Fuuuuuuck—” The pained groan reverberated oddly because it bounced against bare skin. Dean paused, that was really friggin weird, he’d basically blow a raspberry in the form of a curse against—

Cas’ stomach?

Wonderful. Just…wonderful.

The alpha squirmed under the vibration and that’s when Dean realized (ignoring his throbbing headache, dehydration and slight nausea) Cas must be ticklish. He felt like complete garbage, maybe he could cheer himself up by messing with the alpha…

“G’morning, babe,” he greeted, making sure his lips and his breath were aimed just so they’d rumble along Cas’ sensitive flank.

When Cas wiggled, Dean snickered and he would have apologized for waking him, taunting him, if said wiggling hadn’t revealed they were both buck-ass naked.

Then they had bigger problems. The sheets moved downwards from Cas’ attempt to shimmy away from Dean’s annoyances, almost costing him his modesty, before he snatched up the sheet and covered himself.

The alpha swatted him in the face, admonishing, “Dean! Stop that!”

While Dean’s face flushed scarlet and, yeah, maybe his stomach churned with inappropriate incoming desire (hello, look where he was!) on top of it all: Dean felt bold—he’d made Cas squirm.

Slowly, trying to process what was happening and fish for any info Cas may remember from their night at the club, he rolled around to face him. Dean shamelessly decided he was comfortable where he was, continuing to use the alpha as a headrest.

“Ticklish, huh?” The glare answered Dean’s question, and he couldn’t help teasing him, “Your abs would make for a better mattress than a pillow. Firm.”

Cas reached out and smacked him again. “Then why are you still down there?”

“Because I’m under your skin, and nothing gets under your skin,” Dean announced triumphantly, but added with less confidence, “So, uh. Any idea why we’re naked?”

There was a heavy silence where Cas shook his head and admitted, “I…do not remember much of last night. What’s the last clear memory of yours?”

Dean had to pause, to think, and not jump to any conclusions.

After all, this was pretty normal, waking up in bed together. Twice before, they’d been naked, too. Except…they’d remembered those times. They had reasons: skinny dipping and hot weather. Last night was hot, right?

The problem was lately he and Cas had been getting hotter in a different sense, and it had the potential to change the reasons for losing their clothes, too.

deancasbigbang:

Title: What Is Tomorrow Without You
Author: son_of_a_bitch_spn_family
Artist: Impalartsociopath
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy, Claire Novak/Kaia Nieces, Very Minor Unexplored Jack Kline/Alex Jones (he has a kid-like crush)
Wordcount: 94000
Warnings/Tags: Temporary Major Character Death, Canon Divergence from Season 12 finale, Canon Typical Levels of Violence, Everyone is Jack’s dad okay, Grieving, Dean not being able to handle Cas’ death, Cas is Dean’s drug sorta, Jack is innocent, Sam knows, Family Values
Posting: 10/23/2018

Summary:

Cas is dead, and Dean is living through hell all over again. Experiencing hell as he’d first lived it, Dean aches for peace. When Jack enters his life, it only brings him a purpose. A mission for revenge sends Dean spiraling out of control as Jack does everything in his power to help Dean, going as far as to using his power to let Dean visit Cas where he resides after death.

But when Dean depends on these visits and learns a few things about how he truly feels for Cas, the line between what’s real and what’s not starts to blur. Dealing with grief and his need for revenge, Dean struggles to find a way to get his family back together while also coming to grips that he might have to find a place in a world without Cas in it.

Fortunately, Cas comes back, and Dean has to learn to navigate through the life he’d been wanting. But things aren’t quite what they seem as their relationship blooms, and Dean realizes he’s the reason Cas is slowly changing, and not for the better.

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“What about you, huh?” Dean shouted, suddenly changing tactics and pushing into Cas’ space, getting in his face.

“Dean,” Cas said forcefully, giving Dean a little shake and staring at him with all the seriousness of an angel, “this is not about me. I am dead.”

“I know!” Dean growled, swiveling his hands so he could reach out and grasp Cas’ collar to shake him back. “Don’t you think I fucking know that? You’re dead, and you’re here. Right here in- in nothingness. Where’s yours? You’re a damn angel! Where is your fucking heaven!?”

“This is not about me,” Cas repeated, his face softening even as Dean tugged against his hold feverently and attempted to continue his fight.

“Yes it is!” Dean shot back, slowly stopping his movements as he realized that Cas wasn’t going to let him go. “It is about you, to me, okay? You should be up there, relaxing with some weirdly happy version of me. Just- just relaxing and watching leaves float over a lake. Cas, you’ve earned that, not this. Not something dark and- and empty.”

“That is not how it worked out,” Cas explained gently, as if calming a child. “But Dean, it does not matter either way. Being here, I’m just asleep. There is nothing, no worries, no pain, just nothing. I don’t even know that I’m here.”

“But I do,” Dean hissed, shaking Cas’ collar again for emphasis. “I know that you’re here. I know that you’re here, and not with me. I know that you’re drifting off and never waking up until you see me again. I know that it’s not right.”

“What’s not right is you giving up on your family, on your life, simply because you pity my situation,” Cas snapped, dropping Dean’s wrists as if they were scalding and turning away.

Cas’ words stung, leaving his anger to boil back over yet again. His chest tightened and Dean reached out, grasping Cas’ shoulder to yank him around, satisfaction whipping through him when Cas went with motion. Cas faced him, eyes lit up with anger and- and something else.

Dean wanted to lash out again, wanted to inflict some kind of damage as way of explanation because none of this was fucking fair, and Cas acted like it was completely fine. He wanted to, but something in Cas’ expression had him pausing.

“It’s not that,” Dean croaked out, opting for complete honesty with Cas’ eyes pinned on him as they were. “Cas, I don’t pity you. I don’t want to leave my family. I don’t want to just die. It’s not any of that. Really, Cas, it’s that I don’t want to be without you.”

deancasbigbang:

Title: I Will Always Love You
Author: whiskygalore
Artist: miggles-scribbles
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas (minor Sam/Jessica, past Dean/Gordon)
Wordcount: 35000
Warnings/Tags: Alternate universe, actor Dean, bodyguard Cas, mention of past dubcon, Dean’s self-worth issues, potty mouthed boys, a few homophobic slurs, hurt/comfort, Dean likes to snuggle, Cas is happy to oblige.
Posting: 10/24/2018

Summary:

With his manager/constant sidekick/P.A./ginormous little brother finally marrying his pregnant fiancée and whisking her away on a well-deserved honeymoon, Dean is headed to Scotland all on his own for a two month location shoot. Sam, never a man not to micromanage, has arranged for a P.A. to keep Dean organised in his absence and, thanks to a little emotional blackmail, a security consultant to watch Dean’s back.

Cas, the bodyguard, may be hot, but he’s also grumpy and thinks, probably rightly, that Dean’s a complete idiot. Plus, the poor guy’s got his hands full with Dean’s jealous cast-mates, asshole reporters, over-enthusiastic fangirls, and crazy internet stalkers, so, really, it’s a good job Dean’s not Whitney Houston because falling for his bodyguard is too cliched even for him. Right?

---

“Yeah…no, Sammy.”

“Dean, this isn’t up for debate.”

Dean’s response freezes on his tongue as the waiter places their breakfast plates down on the table, first Sam’s and then Dean’s. Figures he’d want to feed Dean’s giant little brother first. No one wants to anger a hungry Sasquatch.

“I’m not sure what makes you think you’re the boss of me,” Dean grumbles, once the waiter has walked away. He picks up his spoon, and scoops up an unappealing glob of oatmeal, scowling at it with the kind of venom he usually reserves for paparazzo.

Sam rolls his eyes and picks up a piece of bacon, deliberately waggling it in Dean’s direction as he speaks. The delicious bacon-y scent wafts across the table distracting Dean from Sam’s first few words. The end of the sentence is enough for him to guess the gist though. “—insurance for the studio, and with the crap on social media, and—“

“Social Media?” Dean snorts. “Fuck, you don’t seriously believe any of those twitter trolls are capable of dragging themselves away from their computers long enough to actually act on their crazy, do you?”

Sam crunches his perfectly crisped rasher of bacon, obnoxiously and unnecessarily loudly, and gives Dean a long hard look before replying, “They usually tweet from their cellphones, Dean, which y’know…are mobile. And—“ he carries on, ignoring Dean’s attempt to interrupt, “some of the messages you’ve received since Gordon outed you are even freakier than normal.”

Dean sighs and jabs his spoon sullenly at his oatmeal, his appetite all but deserting him. Pamela still hasn’t forgiven him for the Gordon Walker clusterfuck. Personally, he’d rather forget about the whole affair. For more than one reason. “Freakier than the account dedicated to my freckles?” he asks, trying to deflect.

“Freakier than the one dedicated to your bowlegs,” Sam shoots back, but any hope that his brother would be steered off subject quickly dissipates with his next words. “I called in a couple of favors, got an FBI agent who works at the BAU to take a look, and she thinks we have cause to worry.”

“Shit, Sammy,” Dean says, dropping his spoon into his bowl, and scrubbing his hand across his scruffy beard. “You didn’t have to do that. This crap is nothing new. I’ve had wacko fans before.”

“Dean, I’m not talking about fans that want to marry you and have your green eyed babies. These are threats. Serious, specific, threats. Peel-your-skin-off-and-carve-your-heart-from-your-chest threats.”