Tag: dcbb 2018

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.

---

“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.”

deancasbigbang:

Title: The Heart’s Almanac
Author: take-the-pie-now
Artist: Dogsled
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas, Hinted Sam/Eileen
Wordcount: 45000
Warnings/Tags: Hanahaki Disease, Descriptions of Throwing up, Shipper!Jack, Shipper!Sam, Hurt/Comfort, Bottom!Cas, Top!Dean, Sick Fic, Dad!Cas, Miscommunication
Posting: 10/12/2018

Summary:

The portal to the other universe closes with Lucifer trapped on the other side, Castiel dead, and Jack born. In true fashion, Castiel does return, a little more broken the originally, but still good. Castiel begins doing things that he never pictured himself doing, like raising the offspring of Satan. Even Dean is trying to cut the bullshit and horrid Winchester habits out of his family’s life (lying, deceit, miscommunication). He tries his hand at “open communication” and “honesty”, and every once in a while puts effort into “talking about his feelings”.

Cas only wishes it wasn’t his secrets that may jeopardize their almost happy ending. However, he’s not the only one keeping them.

---

“No,” Dean insists. Great, now Cas is glaring him with squinty eyes, which is just how Cas normally looks at him, but with +5 irritation points.

Cas frowns at him deeply. “Dean, Jack is far more capable than he was before. We’ll all be there in case something happens.” He sips his coffee while still maintaining eye contact with Dean. Cas voice is strong and hard, like maybe he knows that Jack isn’t the only reason that Dean doesn’t want them going, like he’s getting ready to hold up his end of an argument. It’s a complete change to how calm he was just moments ago.

Dean bites the inside of his cheek. Cas’s defensive stance makes Dean want to push. Cas never can just listen, he had to go off and do his own thing. Could he just maybe do what Dean wanted him to for once? “Don’t make me say it, Cas,” he pleads. Something is starting to float around the room in dense heavy waves. It’s been so long since there was any conflict between anyone in the bunker, that it takes Dean second to realizes that it’s tension.

Cas slams his mug down on the table, causing coffee to slosh over the rim and splash against the table top. “Say what, Dean?” Cas’s right eyebrow arches up and leans closer to Dean. Why is Cas antagonizing him?

“Dude, c’mon,” Dean gestures to Sam and Jack. Sam looks like he wants to run out of the room and Jack seems…amused? Curious maybe. Dean nods across the table at them. “Let’s not fight in front of the kids, man.” He tries to lighten the mood, it obviously doesn’t work because Cas practically sneers at him.

Dean has to remind himself to keep his harsh words to himself. So he does what he most likely wouldn’t have done a year ago, and just says why he doesn’t want Cas and Jack to go on the hunt. Maybe if Cas hears Dean concerns, he’ll see that Dean is only trying to protect him?

deancasbigbang:

Title: The Magic Of Things Big and Small
Author: delicious-irony
Artist: almaasi
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Dean/Cas, very background Sam/Jessica
Wordcount: 26000
Warnings/Tags: highpriest!Dean, magic, love at first sight (kind of), AU, mayor!Sam
Posting: 10/17/2018

Summary:

According to the tourist guide for St. Mary’s Harbour, the quaint little town nestled between the mountains boasts a magical lake with an island where the local goddess resides. Dean is the High Priest of the island’s temple (or priest, as Dean likes to point out, since you can’t really be a High Priest if you’re the only priest) and is rather unhappy with the recent influx of tourists.

When Sam introduces Dean to Castiel Novak, the town’s new director of the tourist board, Dean is immediately smitten, despite his initial reservations. But when Castiel congratulates Dean on the fantastic CGI effects in the town’s infomercial and highlights reel, Dean doesn’t quite know what to tell him.

---

“You mean you didn’t meet him?” He turned to Sam. “Cas didn’t meet Zachariah the Pariah?”

Sam pulled a face at the name, but didn’t protest. He shrugged and motioned them all to sit down. Dean bumped Sam out of the way to sit directly opposite Castiel. Sam glowered at Dean, but Castiel gave him a smile that made the skin around his eyes crinkle, so suck it Sammy.

“You know that we had him escorted off the premises last week and we didn’t allow him back into the building. And shortly after Judy arrested him anyway when he was caught hightailing it out of town”, Sam finally continued.

“I didn’t think you could hightail it out of town, I would have thought the overload of tourist buses would keep anyone from going any faster than 3 mph, and that’s on a good day when the traffic jam’s at least moving”, Dean marvelled.

“Yeah, well, turns out you really can’t; he got stuck between two buses just outside Pewter Street”, Sam grinned. He turned to Castiel to explain. “That’s just off the exit to the highway. But that’s not even the best part. Do you know how he got stuck between two buses? Both drivers had to stop because both buses just happened to run out of fuel at that exact moment.”

Castiel stared at Sam, wide-eyed.

“That… how did that happen? That’s the statistical equivalent of, I don’t know, being hit on the head by a flower pot while dancing a jig.”

Dean snickered.

“Yeah, well, welcome to St. Mary’s Harbour.”

Castiel looked doubtful.

“I’m not sure what that has to do with anything.”

“Dude,” Dean spluttered, “that’s got everything to do with it!”

“Are you referring to the magic lake mystery thing that’s all over your advertising for the town?” Castiel asked.

Dean could only stare at him. Then he rounded on Sam.

“You didn’t tell him.”

Sam buried himself in the menu. Dean stood up, asked Castiel for a moment and dragged Sam around the next corner.

“That’s why you’re here”, Sam said, sounding guilty.

“Honestly, Sam, sometimes I just don’t believe you. And you decided to do that, what, two hours before the board meeting? Does he even, you know, believe in that stuff? Because that would be good to know.”

Sam gave an apologetic shrug.

“It’s not really something I could ask him over the phone, and when he came for the interview he was a perfect fit and by far the most qualified applicant, and I didn’t want to ruin that-”

“-by asking whether he believed in magic and stuff? Jesus, Sammy, what do you expect me to do? Flash my magic bits at him?”

“It’s not like you’re not planning on doing that anyway, aren’t you”, Sam said dryly.

“Are you admitting that I’ve got a magic dick? Because that very much sounded like it, you know.”

deancasbigbang:

Title: Now That I Found You
Author: Casloveshisfreckles
Artist: Mariah Rockwell
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas (minor Sam/Sarah, Charlie/Gilda)
Wordcount: 120000
Warnings/Tags: Artist!Cas, Police Officer Dean, slow burn, alternate universe, fluff, humor, past hurt/comfort, top!cas, bottom!dean, team switch
Posting: 10/3/2018

Summary:

After a nasty breakup, moving thousands of miles away from nothing but problems doesn’t seem crazy to Dean Winchester. Especially not when it means he gets to be closer to his little brother Sam, in his third year at Stanford.

Dean’s out and proud and finally in a city that allows the life he needs. What he wants though, he finds when he meets a hipster artist named Cas and all the colors he comes with.

Their broken roads merge during a coffee shop meet cute, and there’s no such thing as holding on too tight if neither is willing to pull apart.

---

“Well, good morning, Officer. Fancy meeting you here.”

Dean’s eyes widen and he turns to see Cas standing behind him, a twinkle in his eye. “Reading something good?” he asks.

Dean swallows. “Just some messages from a cute guy I met.” He tucks his phone back into his shirt pocket with a wink.

Oh my god, that was cheesy dude, he’s not gonna fall for that.

But Castiel smiles wide and damn, he’s beautiful. “Is that so? Got a hot date?”

Huh, maybe Dean’s not so bad at this.

He nods and ducks his head, taking a second to appreciate the man in front of him. Cas has a yoga bag slung around his back and he’s wearing black capri yoga pants that hug every curve of his thighs. Dean licks his lips and thinks he’d really like to bite into them.

Fucking hell.

The neck of Cas’ oversized shirt shows off collar bones that Dean wants to lick and he flushes red when Cas clears his throat.

Cas has one eyebrow raised, and he’s wearing a smirk when Dean’s eyes get back to his face. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and Dean imagines this is what a coronary feels like.

Dean’s not going to survive this man.

He takes a steadying breath in through his nose and gives Cas his sweetest smile in some kind of attempt to play off his open staring. “I’m not one to brag but my date? He’s fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Point Winchester.

A faint blush paints Cas’ cheeks and he leans into Dean’s personal space. “Bendy too.”

Dean’s mouth falls open and Cas turns with a wink so he can order his coffee, his dark hair thick and wild. Dean wonders if it’s as soft as it looks.

Nope. He’s not going to survive this at all.

deancasbigbang:

Title: Observe and Report
Author: violethaze
Artist: ricketyjukeboxer
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Wordcount: 50000
Warnings/Tags: government agent cas, mechanic dean, fake identities, hurt dean, john winchester’s A+ parenting, dean in panties
Posting: 10/4/2018

Summary:

Recently demoted from his job as a field agent, Castiel is back behind a desk. It’s humiliating to be here with the same coworkers he left behind only a few months ago, but he’s bound and determined to keep his head down, do his job, and prove to his boss that he won’t make the same mistakes twice. Everything is going as planned until he finds himself distracted by one of the people he’s charged with monitoring: Dean Winchester.

---

Despite the music playing loudly in the background, Cas can hear the tapping of keys. Dean looks down at his fingers when he types, and Cas notes the way his tongue pokes between his teeth as he concentrates. Cas has watched a lot of people via a lot of webcams over the years and, despite the boredom inherent in this part of the job, at least this particular charge is easy on the eyes. Even though he’s only thought it, Cas finds himself furtively looking around at the other cubicles, as if one of them could read his mind. His sexuality is his own business, not relevant to his job or up for discussion. He prides himself on keeping his professional and private lives separate, a task that sounds noble, but is made easier by the fact that he has very little private life to speak of.

His assessment of this gift to his senses changes when Dean begins to whistle along with the music, then bursts into song, both painfully off key. He tugs out one ear bud, but there’s no escaping it completely. Cas doesn’t know the song, but with a few clicks he finds the Youtube playlist and he’s able to identify it as Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin.

Watching him, Cas starts to formulate a profile in his mind. There are curious gaps he’d like to fill. What’s happened with Dean’s father? Why did Dean have to step in so early as a parental figure to his brother? How does that mesh with the fact that he seems to be close with one of his younger brother’s friends? Dean is a confusing mixture of young and old….the car and music both belonging to an older generation while his friends are younger. Perhaps Cas did have reason to up his surveillance level, based on an underlying instinct to which he’s finally learned to listen. Cas continues to watch until Dean moves away from his computer. All he’s done is check emails and surf a few recipe sites. When Dean closes his laptop, Cas carefully records his observations and moves on to someone else.

deancasbigbang:

Title: The Return Policy
Author: castielrisingabove
Artist: dreamsfromthebunker
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Dean/Cas (minor Sam/Eileen, Charlie/Dorothy)
Wordcount: 32000
Warnings/Tags: minor dub!con (nothing happens)
Posting: 10/4/2018

Summary:

As a witch in a small coastal town, Castiel’s life is turned upside down when a spell gone wrong leaves him bound to an attractive incubus named Dean. This would be great…except Castiel’s asexual and certainly not about to have sex with a demon he’s just met. With time running out for Dean, Castiel’s forced on a road trip towards a mysterious ritual to break the bond, because there’s no way he’s falling for a sex demon…right?

“You’re dressed,” Castiel mumbled, his voice even more deep and gravelly before, which was absolutely unfair. The last thing Dean needed in this unbonding adventure with a man impossibly not attracted to him was to find more reasons why he was hot.

“I remembered that humans typically consume a meal in the morning,” Dean replied, “And I wanted meat.”

Castiel made a face. “I do understand that innuendo, you know.”

“Dude,” Dean pretended to be scandalized as Castiel rubbed a tired hand across his face. “I meant bacon.” Dean had fallen in love the first time he’d sampled bacon. It didn’t keep his form satiated, but it tasted amazing. Was it the reason he’d gotten dressed? Not exactly. But Castiel didn’t need to know as much.

He was met with another one of Castiel’s squints, which was starting to become annoyingly endearing (yet another thing to add to the list). Dean couldn’t help it, he laughed. Castiel scowled, pushing out of bed. “It’s too early for any of this,” Castiel grumbled, eyes opening wide as he noticed his duffle bag set on the checkered table.

“Thanks,” Castiel mumbled, though he refused to look at Dean as he pulled a toothbrush from within and shuffled to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

The emptiness of the room left Dean alone with his racing thoughts. He was not supposed to find Castiel adorable. Could it be the bond? Potentially. After all, it had been several centuries since Dean had been forcibly summoned. These days, most people might not be interested in spells, but they were interested in meaningless sex with hot strangers. There were even cell phone applications devoted to it. Dean was marginally decent at operating a human phone, although they seemed to change every time he returned to Earth.

If Sam were here, he’d no doubt have a number of facts about the side-effects of bonds, but for now, Dean was left to assume that any feelings he had for Castiel remained solely in the bounds of hungry, sexual need. Nothing more. He repeated the phrase like a mantra to himself as he followed Castiel to the car.

deancasbigbang:

Title: Let Our Walls Cave In
Author: NavajoLovesDestiel
Artist: Dmsilvisart
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas (minor Charlie/Dorothy)
Wordcount: 20695
Warnings/Tags: Alternative Universe – Top Castiel – Bottom Dean – Demisexual Cas – Explicit Sex – Domestic – Surrogate Charlie –
Posting: 10/5/2018

Summary:

“Dean, there’s something you should know about me. I’m demisexual.”
Dean only had a vague idea what that meant.
“Uh, okay. I’m not that sure what that means…”
Cas frowned and tilted his head. “It means that I can only become sexual with someone I feel a strong emotional attachment to.”
Dean nodded. “Okay, I get that. Let me ask you something?”
Cas nodded.
“Did you have a good time with me tonight?”
Cas very quietly answered, “Yes, I did.”

---

They called a family meeting. When Charlie and Dot were sitting together on the couch. Dean stood up from the chair he was sitting in, clasped his hands behind his back and started to pace.

“I imagine you are all wondering why I’ve called you here today…”

Cas laughed but said, “Just get on with it, Dean.”

Dean frowned but sat down again.

“We were thinking… well, if you wanted to stay on after the babies were born.”

Charlie looked shocked.

“What are you saying, Cas?”

“We’re saying we want you to stay. Help us with the babies. Live here. With us.”

Dorothy looked at Charlie, who was looking at them hard.

“You mean it? Like, stay forever?’

Dean smiled at her. “Yeah, forever. See the kids grow up. Be their mother.”

Charlie burst into tears.

“I… I’d love to! Thank you so much!”

Cas smiled at her. “Well, they’re your babies too.”

Dorothy smiled as well. “We accept.”

Dean stood up. “Good deal! It’s all settled then.”

They all hugged.

Later, in the kitchen. Cas pulled Dean into a hug.

“I think it was the right thing to do. I’m really happy they accepted.”

Dean kissed him. “Me too. It takes a big load off my mind.”

Time passed. Charlie was getting bigger by the day, or so it seemed to all of them. She was miserable. Her back hurt. Her feet were swollen, not that she could see them. She was always peeing and she needed help to stand up. She was cheerful, though. Dot had told Cas that it meant a lot to them that they could stay.

“She was feeling very sad at the thought of leaving the babies, and I was having problems finding us a place to live.”

Cas smiled at her. “Well, that’s all taken care of now.”