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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.

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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.”

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Chapter Ten: The Metro

Dean nearly choked on his soda when he saw Castiel Novak come out of literally nowhere and linebacker tackle his brother. The camera jostled for a moment, the operator clearly taken aback, but it refocused again, just in time for Cas to throw an elbow into Michael’s face.

At least one person was reacting to this situation like a normal human being.

The segment was still going when his buzzer rang. Honestly, when was Sam going to learn to take the key that didn’t stick? But when he opened the door, it wasn’t Sam standing on the other side.

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean took a step back to let him in.

“Guess CNN didn’t air that live.”

He gestured at the TV, barely visible through the kitchen area. Cas grimaced as he watched his past self pummel Michael into the ground.

“Not one of my finer moments.”

Even through his fear, Dean had to smile at that.

“Dude, are you kidding me? That was the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

He wouldn’t have ever expected that from Cas, but then again, he was surprisingly beefy despite the whole mad scientist vibe.

(start from the beginning on ao3)

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Sam and Crowley have been dating, much to Dean’s dismay. When they decide to go to a couple’s retreat in the middle of the woods, Dean and Cas pose as a couple to keep an eye on them.

Chapter fic co-written by me and @beingcouy, T-rated, Fluffy/Funny Destiel and Mooseley with a major Dean focus, Mooseley is established…Destiel’s, uh, still working on that. Other applicable tags: Angst, Pining Dean, Flustered Dean, Dean and Food, Fake Boyfriends, Friends to Lovers. Full art post is here. New chapters posted on Tuesdays.

Chapter 19 is here! Read on Ao3

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A Destiel AU

Chapter Nine: The Situation Room

When they reached the Situation Room, Arthur Ketch was waiting for them.

In Dean’s defense, he tried to keep his dislike of the man off of his face. He was a talented National Security Advisor, but in the few interactions Dean had had with him, he’d been incredibly condescending.

“Thank you, Ms. McLeod,” he said crisply. Then, turning to Dean, “Agent Winchester.”

Things had to be bad for Rowena to pat his shoulder as she turned away. Dean tried not to make his swallow so obvious as he followed Ketch into the room. It looked pretty much like it did in the movies. Were the darkened lights for the ambiance or for the projector?

Once he and Ketch got settled, they didn’t have much time before Roman walked through the door and everyone stood. To Roman’s credit, he had least had the grace to look a little disconcerted at such a welcome. It appeared that there were still things that took some time to get used to.

“Thank you. Mr. Ketch, proceed.”

Dean’s heart settled somewhere around his naval. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to listen to this.

“We received this video this morning.”

Ketch nodded to someone in the back, who clicked play. Dean had to grip the side of the table until his knuckles turned white in order to avoid shouting out loud when Jack’s face came into view.

He didn’t look hurt, but it didn’t feel like much of an upside. His eyes flickered nervously between the camera and what Dean assumed was the monster behind it. He looked far younger on the screen than he had in years.

“Tell them.”

If Dean had been expecting some sort of Hollywood villain drawl, something that sounded chilling and evil, he was disappointed. The man sounded like just that—a man. Dean closed his eyes as Jack responded.

“I’m not hurt.”

Dean listened hard for some kind of catch in his voice, a noise that would alert him to some hidden hurt to prove the sentence a lie, but it seemed like he was telling the truth.

“Go on.”

“And I’m gonna stay that way.”

At that, Jack’s eyes filled with tears. Despite himself, Dean’s did too out of sympathy and fear for the kid.

“For how long, Jack?”

(start from the beginning on ao3)

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Chapters: 24/24
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Castiel & Sam Winchester
Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Eileen Leahy, Jessica Moore, Meg Masters, Anna Milton, Alfie (Supernatural), Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Original Novak Character(s), Benny Lafitte, Andrea Kormos, Charlie Bradbury
Additional Tags: Deaf Character, Deaf Sam, Deaf Gabriel (Supernatural), Hearing Dean, Hearing Castiel, Fluff and Angst, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, John Winchester and Mary Winchester are Divorced, strained relationships with parents, interpreter Castiel, Sam Winchester Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel and Sam are best friends, Castiel and Gabriel (Supernatural) are Siblings, Gay Sex, Bottom Dean, Top Castiel, Karaoke, Musician Dean Winchester
Summary:

Five years ago, an accident happened that changed the course of Sam Winchester’s life – and in turn, the life of his brother, Dean, and the Winchester family. Dean wasn’t sure how to deal with the “after,” so he distanced himself from his brother at a time when Sam needed him the most. Now, at Sam’s invitation, Dean has decided to visit him in Boston, where he’s been living on his own. He expects his brother to be struggling, but is surprised to learn that he’s not only surviving, but thriving. Sam has two jobs, graduate school, and amazing friends – including an attractive interpreter named Cas – and although Dean has had some success in his chosen career, he longs for the true happiness Sam has. When Dean seeks Cas’ help to reconnect with his brother, Cas eventually agrees but Dean finds that his usual way of dealing with things won’t work with the captivating man who is firmly in Sam’s corner, and he will have to learn much more than a new language. Dean’s journey forces all three men to confront themselves, and eventually teaches them about assumptions, friendship, and love.

Told from three perspectives, this is a story about love, acceptance, and learning what it truly means to listen.

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A Destiel AU

Later, Sam would be hard-pressed to describe the day to someone who asked. Luckily, he took enough notes to cobble together a piece for his editor, but it was hardly the best work of the career. He couldn’t be bothered to improve it, though. After so long of living shoulder to shoulder with his brother, Dean’s anxiety was transferable to Sam, even though they didn’t speak all day.

Besides that, he really did care about Jack on his own. Thanks to Dean, he’d gotten to know the kid pretty well, and he liked him.

“Do you have food in your apartment?”

Sam jumped at the sound of a voice behind him. Eileen laid a gentle hand on his shoulder as she turned him around so she could read his lips.

“Dean always makes sure we’ve got something, yeah.”

Sam was so utterly terrible at remembering to feed himself that Dean often left pieces of food—an apple, a box of crackers—along his path of getting ready in the morning.

“Great,” she said, forcing a cheerful smile. “You can make me dinner, then.”

Sam shot Dean a quick text to let him know there would be something (poorly) home-cooked when he got home if he wanted it.

The little read sticker didn’t appear.

As they broke into the last few rays of sunlight, it felt like a weight fell off of Sam’s shoulders. Usually, working in the White House felt like a dream—a long, tiring, sometimes infuriating dream, sure—but these last few days had been something more of a nightmare.

“Have you even seen Dean today?” Sam asked.

Eileen shook her head as they stepped on to the metro. “No.”

(start from the beginning on ao3)

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A Destiel AU

Chapter Seven: The Oval Office

The day of the inauguration dawned bright and clear, despite Dean’s best mental attempts to chide the sky into storming. It took him a full three snooze cycles (and Sam smacking his bedroom door once he realized Dean wasn’t getting up) to drag himself out of bed.

Sam eyed him drowsily over his Cheerios as he stumbled into the kitchen, still blinking gummy sleep out of his eyes. He estimated that he’d gotten about two hours between all the tossing and turning and how long it had taken to get up the heart to leave Jack last night.

“You look like hell,” Sam observed.

Dean glared, best as he was able with his left eye still half shut against the flickering bulb of the light above them—someone really had to fix that, but that would require a free afternoon that neither he nor Sam would have for the foreseeable future.

“Nice observation. I can see they’re teaching journalists well these days. You’re sharper than ever.”

This was the sort of day that would normally be cause for some bacon, but Dean couldn’t find it in himself to bother. Instead, he nabbed Sam’s Cheerios and ate them straight out of the box. It was a testament to the day that Sam didn’t cuss him out for it.

They ate in silence. Dean normally turned out the radio and he and Sam duked it out over Big 100 and NPR, but it didn’t seem like the right time for classic rock and it wasn’t like either of them wanted to hear the news. Dean ducked back into his room to change and emerged, still scowling.

“Is my tie straight?”

“As you are,” Sam said without missing a beat.

“Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

He still attempted to straighten out his tie.

(start from the beginning on ao3)

deancasminibang:

Title: A World As Yet Unseen
Author: @thedogsled
Artist: @pantydean
Beta: @idjitsaviors
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 17, 839
Summary: This is how it’s always been, as far as Dean knows. He’s always been a disappointed son, he loves playing the piano, and he’s been blind since the incident in his brother’s nursery when he was only four.

How things came to be this way Dean doesn’t know, but it doesn’t matter; this is his life, and he lives comfortably enough. He gets a little work at a local bar, free drinks during and after his set, and now and again he even manages to pick someone up.

Which is where Castiel comes in. Funny, sweet and sort of adorably oblivious, Dean falls for him straight away. And really, who wouldn’t?

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A Destiel Au

Chapter Six: Alexandria

Castiel hadn’t been in the dating pool for quite some time, so he wasn’t sure if taking someone to buy a suit constituted as flirting.

“Don’t you have to be with Jack?” he asked as they got off the metro in Alexandria.

Dean shook his head. “He headed back to school today, said he wanted to feel normal. So I let Benny and them take care of security. Sam said he’d kill me if I didn’t take a bit of a break.”

He took the steps up into the sunlight two at a time, so Castiel had to double his pace to follow him. The streets were slightly less crowded here than they were in the heart of the city. Cas took his first full breath in what felt like months.

He refocused on the conversation and nodded. “Your brother.”

“And the weirdest mother hen roommate you’ve ever met. You’d think he was the one to raise me.”

Cas paused. “Raise?”

Instantly, he kicked himself. This was what Meg meant when she called him socially inept, however affectionately. He always put his foot directly in his mouth.

Dean didn’t seem bothered. “Yeah. Mom died when I was eighteen, so I fought to get custody of Sammy. He was a snot nosed little brat, but I wasn’t about to let somebody else take him. Family, you know?”

Cas nodded. Even a week ago, he wouldn’t have realized what that meant. But thinking about Jack’s face—

“He’s only four years younger than me, so we were pretty much looking after each other, but I still tease him all the time about it.”

His face darkened slightly. Cas tried to imagine him at eighteen, the five o’clock shadow coming in far patchier, with a kid brother by his side. He certainly couldn’t have done the same at eighteen. He’d been buried in college applications, worried about how he was going to survive the interview portion of his science fair entry (answer: he hadn’t).

“That’s why I worry about Jack. I know what it feels like to just—be adrift.” Dean waved his hand vaguely. “And yeah, he won’t have to worry about money or anything, but he’s got the eyes of the world on him. It’s going to be so hard.”

Cas tugged at his collar. “I want to help him. I need to—to make it up to Kelly. I mean, I want to help him, too, it’s not just because I’m guilty, but I need you to know where I’m coming from.”

The hand that brushed his wrist as Dean answered, “I know.”—was that flirting, too? Or was it just Dean trying to seem like he understood?

Either way, it wasn’t exactly something he had the energy to dwell on right now.

(start from the beginning on ao3)