deancasbigbang:

Title: The Everyman’s Monomyth
Author:
iblamemisha
Artist:
lostloona
Rating
: Mature
Pairings: Dean/Cas, background Sam/Eileen
Wordcount: 22000
Warnings/Tags: Domestic Destiel, Married Destiel, Family Drama, canonical minor character death, Angst, Suspense, Homophobia, Secrets, Referenced Child Abuse, Family Fluff
Posting: 10/18/2018

Summary:

“Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” And so it is in the case of Dean and Castiel, who’ve settled into a comfortable, happy marriage, budding careers in academia, and a plan for their life and success in all things: Work, love, raising a family…

Until Castiel’s long-lost nephew shows up on their doorstep one night after the death of his mother, and Cas is forced to deal with a family he thought he’d left behind and a heavy load of memories he’d buried years before.


“Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?” Dean didn’t know the ASL sign for “fucking” so he made sure to emphasize the word on his lips because he wanted to make damn sure Eileen digested the full gravity of his exasperation. “That’s horrible!”

“I’m horrible. You’re horrible. It’s why we play this game,” Eileen retorted with a far-too-innocent shrug of her shoulders as she took her turn to reach for a black card.

“She’s cheating! Sam knows which cards are hers,” he whined, turning in his seat to aim an imploring gaze at his husband in the next chair, but gesturing over his shoulder at the younger Winchester and his bride.

“I’m nearly certain he does. Just as I usually have a fairly good idea which cards are yours.”

Dean’s brow creased. “But you don’t usually pick mine.”

“That’s because your answer isn’t always the best.”

“…But I’m your husband.”

“And I play fair.”

“I–”

Sam waved a hand at them and said, “All right, all right, settle down or get a room,” before indicating to Eileen to proceed with the next hand.

Just as she was laying out the card, the doorbell rang upstairs. Their argument fell aside as playful banter and Dean and Cas exchanged a confused glance. In unison, they shrugged, and Cas threw down his answering white card after just a second of indecision before standing to go answer the door.

As he climbed the stairs from the lower-level family room where they’d been playing, he gave a thought to whether he should grab something that could feasibly function as a weapon. It was after 10:00 on a Saturday night, they were all a bit drunk, and they certainly weren’t expecting anyone.

He settled instead for keeping his phone palmed, with easy access to the “emergency call” button in case he had to dial 911 in a hurry.

But as he reached the top of the stairs, rounded through the kitchen and to the living room, and looked out on the front step through the pushed-aside curtains of their big picture window, he shoved the phone back in his pocket and quickly unbolted the door. “…Jack?”

Of Poltergeists & Gilded Cages, chapter two | Archive of Our Own

talkingtomyselfagain:

Summary: There are some things Sam needs to do before he talks to Rey. He ends up having a different talk with someone he didn’t expect, but probably should have.

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Read this. Seriously.

Of Poltergeists & Gilded Cages, chapter two |
Archive of Our Own

Sastiel Love Week Day III (Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics) Alpha!Sam and Omega!Cas. Office AU.

Castiel was not trying to court the most attractive Alpha in the office. Especially not after that same Alpha’s recent breakup with his not so wonderful ex-mate.

He didn’t have a crush on Sam Winchester, no he just enjoyed his company it was nothing more than that, he assured himself.

He was already a complete and utter mess at this job anyways and as much as he didn’t want to face it he’d only kept going because Sam was so wonderful and kind, not to mention sweet.

Castiel sighed and tried to organize his scattered papers, he was halfway through that particular task when he was interrupted, again.

He sighed and picked up the phone, took notes that the caller requested and made a mental note to ask Sam later if he was available for a meeting next Thursday. He sighed, straightened his glasses and huffed, this secretary job was not suitable for him it seemed.

Castiel began to reorganize his desk again when the door opened suddenly, the room filled with the sharp scent of and Castiel turned his head to find Sam standing right in front of him.

“Are you okay?” He asked the taller Alpha, trying not to get distracted by his scent. He was truly unprofessional, he commented mentally.

Sam huffed, his face softened once he saw Castiel, Castiel tried not to blush. Sam’s sunflower eyes were warm and soft, despite the obvious sadness behind them. He adjusted his bag and smiled softly.

“My ex-mate, Gadreel, is just making my life a living hell again,” Sam said, Castiel was at a loss for words.

“I’m sorry Sam, you don’t deserve that,” Castiel said, as he winced internally how awkward that sounded.

“Thank you, Castiel,” Sam said softly, “The worst of it is over, I can deal with it  I just have to deal with it for now,” his eyes full of sadness. Castiel didn’t know what to say so he nodded and looked at the floor.

Sam made his way into his office and closed the door quietly behind him

He wanted to do something kind, even though his heart screamed at him and he stopped before his mind could imagine impossible fantasies.

Sam wouldn’t want to mate with something like him, but he could still cheer him up. He thought at his desk for the rest of the day. The day was quiet after that and Castiel devised his plan, he hated to see Sam so unhappy and brooding.

He had to do something.

Every day from then on Castiel left notes. Each one with with small gifts attached. Things like flowers to decorate Sam’s office and other small pants he could take care of easily. Castiel was even able to find a beautiful print that he could hang on the wall.

Sam seemed to cheer up visibly and Castiel’s heart warmed, he still greeted the Alpha every morning and he even his tone seemed much brighter.

Castiel didn’t leave his name, there were plenty of Omegas in the office who could possibly be leaving Sam’s gifts. Though he wasn’t much for participating in gossip, he was chuckled softly when he heard the small hushed conversations around the office trying to figure out who was sending Sam the mysterious gifts.

Sam cheered up more and Castiel was pleased, one day he saw him carrying one of the small succulents home. The next day after that, Sam is holding the beautiful sunflower Castiel bought from the newspaper vendor outside their building.

Several weeks later. Sam is already doing much better, he and Gadreel are “officially” broken up, as Sam tells Castiel one morning in passing.

Castiel finds an unusual note on his desk, it’s rare he gets notes that aren’t work related. There’s a small flower in a beautiful flower pot, with a small note attached which took the Omega’s breath away as he read it.

Thank you Cas – Sam, Castiel smiled and held the tiny flower to his chest and placed it on the perfect spot on his desk. 

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Sastiel Love Week Day IV Angst (Fallen Angel!Sam/Hunter!Castiel)

Castiel had been scanning the local papers. His brain turned to mush as the black ink began to mush together into a ineligible scribbles. He wiped his eyes.

He was exhausted.

His phone was beeping and chirping with alerts from various news sites. Discussing the strange phenomena he’d been following for days.

The other hunters called him foolish, even the ones who usually had his back. Castiel sighed.

He had narrowed it down, checked every book he knew and crossed every list for every creature.

He was certain this was a fallen angel, or an angel being cast out of Heaven. He knew the angels were trying to keep themselves hidden, he’d heard their transmissions and all the biblical signs made everything almost crystal clear. The transmissions were even more convincing, whatever creature was trying to contact him was certainly desperate.

All the signs had pointed to an abandoned property just outside of town, Castiel was certain that all signs lead here, it seemed like a genuine dead end but after all this work he wasn’t going to be so easily shaken.

Castiel drives down the dusty road, arriving at the lake at the edge of the abandoned property. The transmitter he fashioned to pick up angelic communications is ringing and chirping non-stop and he quickly grabs the device and shoves it in his pocket as he exits the car.

He pulls the flashlight from his glove box, along with his bag of hunting supplies. Castiel takes a deep breath and he heads inside the house.

The house is pitch black, save a soft glow emanating from the remains of what used to be a living room. Castiel tightens the grip on the flashlight and his right hand grazing the flashlight.

In the wreckage of the kitchen stands a winged figure, who slowly turns to the nervous hunter. He’s covered in blood and his face is contorted in pain.

Castiel almost doesn’t notice the giant wings until they twitch and protectively curl around the large man. The dusty brown feather are soaking in a glowing liquid that Castiel cannot identify.

Castiel pulls his gaze away and he lowers his gun and stares at the sad hazel eyes staring back at him. The voice sounding ancient and tired, the words sound alien in his mouth.

“Help me, please..” He says desperately.

Castiel stares, eyes wide, his hands shake as he struggles with what to do. He places his bag on the floor and reaches out to steady the angel by the shoulder. His eyes go half lidded and he begins to sway.

Castiel reaches out quickly and guides the poor angel to a crumpled sitting position on the dusty floor. He passes out then, leaning on the broken kitchen cabinets. His long hair falls in front of him as his head droops.

The hunter just gawks. There are cuts and scrapes all over his face. No one has yet to take notice of this hurt angel yet so Castiel quickly gets into his truck and heads to the nearest drug store at breakneck speed.

In a blur , Castiel raids the first aid aisle of the drug store, the clerk raises his eyebrow but doesn’t say much of anything went Castiel slams down five dollar bill and tells him to keep the change before dashing back to his car.

Please don’t be dead, Castiel thinks as he breaks several speeding laws to get back to the abandoned house.

Castiel opens the door quietly and he’s shocked to find the angel now awake and staring at him from the floor with soft glowing eyes. 

“I thought you… left,” He says simply, his tone verging on heart breaking. Tear tracts are visible in the layers of blood and dirt. The words are strained.

“No, I didn’t, ” Castiel says simply. He takes out his supplies from the bag, the angel stares at him quizzically, his wings twitch.

Castiel stares at angel for several moments, “Do you have a name?” He says softly, the angel looks at him with tired eyes, “Samael,” He says.

“It’s just first aid supplies,” Castiel says as he begins to get the supplies together. The angel’s eyes go wide, Castiel pinches his face, “This will sting,”

Castiel quietly cleaned Samael’s wounds, they both said nothing. Samael winced occasionally, his wings shifted in pain.

Very soon Castiel manages to get Sam to follow him to his truck, the angel climbs inside and soon Castiel is on the road, headed back to his house in the woods to help the poor angel in need.

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