Tag: destiel

deancasbigbang:

Title: Rescue Mission for Two
Author: Pherryt
Artist: Dogsled
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Destiel
Wordcount: 50000
Warnings/Tags: Fantasy au, soulmate au, creature fic, dragon!cas, brief non graphic torture scenes, first kiss, stubborn!cas, self sacrificing characters, bedsharing, hurt/comfort
Posting: 11/2/2018

Summary:

Castiel thinks he’s the last of his kind and doomed to live a life alone. He’s hiding in plain sight, as a human soldier in Angels Outfit, fighting alongside other companies – including Lord Winchesters renowned cavalry, the Silver Hooves – when his soul mark unbelievably flares to life.

Either he’s not the only Dragon to survive the war, or he’s bonded with a human. Before he can figure out which of his fellow soldiers it could be, he’s sent across into enemy territory on a rescue mission.

Lord Winchester’s eldest has been captured and last rumored to be in Alistair’s hands. Castiel can’t say no, but the clock is ticking and if he doesn’t find his soul mate, he will die.

---

The skirmish covered a fair amount of ground, so it took a bit of traveling to escape the prying eyes of anything on two legs. He took it at a light jog to leave the area more quickly and when, finally under the sparse cover of young trees, Castiel looked for a good spot before he took his pack off.

Amazingly, he found one nearly straight off, and with no one in sight, he wasted no time in stripping his clothes and stashing them in the bole of a tree. Now naked, Castiel picked the pack back up and shifted the makeshift strap around that Balthazar had helped him design. He slipped his arms through the straps, the pack sagging low against his back. Not ideal for a human but…

Within seconds, he’d shifted, his human body melting swiftly down into the compact version of his true form. Castiel took a few moments to stretch his legs, his blue black scales nearly invisible in the darkness, but his eyes glowing ethereally. His tail swished across the leaf strewn ground and he flexed the toes on all four feet, getting used to once more being himself again. He sighed in relief at the stretch of wings on his back.

He didn’t generally mind being human. But the one thing he truly missed was being able to fly, unfettered, free of worry, as high and as long as he wanted.

But that was no longer the world he lived in. Short, stolen flights were all that he could manage most times. It was one of the reasons he volunteered so often for the ‘suicidal’ missions. Sentries were literally not prepared for non-human intrusions, and Castiel could be very silent.

He snapped his wings back down to lay flush against his back and started running, the pack bouncing lightly, but not too awkwardly in the space between his wings. When he emerged from the young wood on the side closest to the Tenebrim camp, Castiel spread his wings and leapt, taking to the air.

The wind rushing past his face and ruffling through his feathers caused exultation to soar through him. He kept his mouth shut, however, smothering the happy sounds he wanted to make at feeling at home again.

The sky was littered with stars and for a few moments, he let his memories drift to happier times and just enjoyed the flight.

Soon enough – too soon – he got down to business, focusing forward and speeding through the air, his wings flapping swiftly as he climbed higher. He only wished he could have asked for something of Dean’s to aid his search. One sniff would have made a big difference.

Well, no use crying over things that couldn’t be helped.

First thing was first. Make his way over to the Tenebrim camp and ascertain if Dean was still there or not.

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.

---

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.

---

“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.

---

“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.