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Destiel AU where celebrity Castiel Novak accidentally comes out as bisexual in a fan Q&A by not realizing the implications of an answer he said just for fun; and only noticed when an article stating he came out has been published. It is clear to him he has two options: apologize in a five post Twitter thread and coming out as straight or ask his former costar, openly gay actor Dean Winchester, to be his fake boyfriend.

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Dean takes his time, running his fingers over the banister of the porch.  The white paint is chipping and worn down, but the wood, he can tell, is quality.  No splinters, no cracking, no warping.  It’s nice.  He drags in a deep breath, his senses flooding with the scent of pine trees as the warm early-autumn air blows through them.  The sky is clear, save for a couple little puffs of cloud here and there.  And as his eyes scan the sky, he waits for it – that impending sense of doom and dread.  Even when he’s trying to relax, it’s always there, bubbling beneath the surface.  There’s a reason he’s slept with a gun under his pillow for three decades.

But he’s struck with the sudden realization:  it’s not there.  All he feels is calm and peace.  Something he’s never really known.

Well, that’s not true, he silently amends.  

He felt peace with Cas.  

Frowning, Dean drops his head and closes his eyes.  Cas… Fuck, he misses him.  He misses everything about him.  He misses telling Cas jokes that land like a fucking brick in front of him.  He misses the tie that’s always askew.  He misses that mess of hair.  He misses those eyes Dean can, and often has, get lost in.  He misses that trench coat.  He misses Cas, plain and simple.  And while he feels calm and peaceful here… it does feel like a piece of him is missing.  It’s probably not supposed to.  Not here.  But it does.  

It’s comforting to know he escaped the torment of the Empty… but, “Damn it, Cas,” he breathes, wrapping both hands around the banister.

“Hello, Dean.”

Standing suddenly, Dean opens his eyes and whips around.  Cas is standing beside the battered screen door, smiling warmly at Dean.  “Cas,” he breathes, his eyes wide as he looks him over, like he’s taking inventory of all his favorite things.  Messy hair, check; crooked tie, check; trench coat, check; breathtaking eyes, check… Cas, check.  “It’s–”

“Yes,” Cas nods.  “It’s me.”

Dean surges forward, throwing his arms around him in a crushing hug.  He buries his face against Cas’s neck and closes his eyes, breathing him in.  It’s another thing he’d previously forgotten to add to his list of things he missed.  That clean, earthy smell that was somehow distinctlyCastiel.  

When he pulls away, his hand slips down Cas’s arm to his hand, his thumb brushing the inside of Cas’s wrist.  He heaves a breath, the line between his brows deepening.  “You’re a dick, you know that?” He says suddenly.

Cas blinks in surprise and tilts his head.  “I– what?”

Dean purses his lips and shakes his head.  “You drop somethin’ like that on me and then just fuck off to the netherworld?”

“I wasn’t in the Netherworld, I was–”

“In the Empty, whatever.  You’re still a dick.”

Cas lifts his eyes to the ceiling of the porch, as if the answer to Dean’s outburst is written there.  “I still don’t underst–”

“You drop that on me and then you die, and you didn’t give me a chance to say anything.”

“I didn’t think there was anything for you to say.”

Dean scoffs, incredulous.  Didn’t think there was anything for him to say?  “What show have you been watching, huh?”

“I haven’t been watching television.”

Though outwardly, Dean appears frustrated, he fucking missed this.  But something suddenly occurs to him.  “Wait.”  He shakes his head, those lines between his brows growing deeper.  “You really didn’t think I’d have somethin’ to say?  You didn’t think I–”

“Reciprocated?” Cas says.  He frowns, casting his glance downward.  “No, Dean.  I didn’t.”

“Well you’re dead wrong.”

One corner of Cas’s lips turn up in a smirk.  “I believe we’re both deceased now.”

Scoffing, Dean’s eyebrows shoot up.  “Did you just make a joke?”

“Yes,” Cas’s smile widens, “I believe I did.” 

“Alright, listen.”  Dean grasps the back of Cas’s neck, his fingers brushing up into his hair.  There’s no sense of fear or uncertainty welling up inside of him anymore.  He’s in Heaven.  He gets what he wants.  There’s no fear of judgment or self-sacrifice anymore.  He’s just gonna fucking go for it.  “I love you, Cas.  I shoulda said somethin’ a long time ago, but I-I-I was scared, okay?  I’m sorry.  But–” He cuts himself off and glances out over the farmhouse’s property; the sprawling lawn (that he can’t wait to mow) surrounded by lush trees; the path that leads to the garage that houses Baby.  The house he’s always imagined for himself, but always knew wasn’t a possibility.  “This is about havin’ peace, right?”  His gaze turns back to Cas’s, and he swallows the emotion rising in his throat.  “We get forever here.”

“That is the idea, yes.”

Dean licks his lips and takes a step closer.  His shoes bump Cas’s, and his hands slips further into the back of Cas’s hair.  “Then that means I get forever with you, right?” 

Cas is smiling, and he pulls his free hand out of the coat pocket.  He grabs a fistful of Dean’s jacket and Dean watches his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallows, Cas’s eyes roaming Dean’s face.  “Of course, Dean.”

Dean breathes out in relief.  All at once, that feeling that a puzzle piece was askew; the feeling that something was missing dissipates.  Forty-one years of sacrifice and loss earned him this: a life of peace with the love of his life – the love that had come completely out of left field and left him breathless.  Forty-one years of sacrifice and loneliness and loss earned him the love of a millennia-old angel who thought he was worth something.  Worth everything.  

He kisses Cas then.  It’s soft and slow and gentle.  There’s no sense of urgency or fear or desperation behind it.  It’s being lovingly handed what he’s always wanted; what he’d always been missing.  And, well… he’s in Heaven, so that makes a whole lot of sense.  

When they part, Dean keeps his forehead against Cas’s, and they’re both smiling.  Finally, Dean rocks back enough to meet Cas’s eyes.  He tips his head toward the house and raises a brow.  “Wanna come in.  Stay a while?”  He presses his lips together and shrugs.  “I’m thinkin’ maybe forever?”

“I’d like nothing more.”  Cas smiles, and Dean feels warmth flooding his chest.  In Cas’s smile, Dean feels content.  He feels like he’s home.  He’s waited his whole life to feel like this.  He tried, with Lisa and Ben, but that piece of the puzzle just wasn’t there.  He tried with the Bunker, and while he loved that place… there was always just something not quite right.  But here, he has Cas.  He feels calm.  He has no feeling of cosmic obligation or the feeling that he’s running the clock.  He has everything he’s ever wanted.  

For the first time, and for the rest of time, Dean Winchester is at peace.

Hello, beautiful people, I just hit 700 followers!

To celebrate, because I’m back on my DeanCas bull shit and #cantstopwontstop, send me asks with your headcanons or mini prompts, and I’ll write you a drabble!

I just remembered I signed up for the DeanCas Tropefest ‍♀️

The roller coaster of fandom drama over the last few weeks has scrambled my brain.

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Hello, beautiful people, I just hit 700 followers!

To celebrate, because I’m back on my DeanCas bull shit and #cantstopwontstop, send me asks with your headcanons or mini prompts, and I’ll write you a drabble!

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Good decisions

A Destiel biological BDSM fic

Dean has lived under the pretence of being a switch since he presented as a teen twenty years ago. He gets by, but his body makes ignoring his true designation harder and harder the older he becomes.

Enter Castiel, a dom so different to everyone Dean has ever been with. Can he help him embrace his submissive side in a healthy way?

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wip fic ask meme responses!

I ended up posting fourteen excerpts from works-in-progress over the past couple of days thanks to this ask meme, so I figured I’d make a lil post with links to all of them so they’re easy to find.

As you might expect, they’re all DeanCas to some degree.

Please feel free to reblog this post and let me know if you liked anything in particular, because I could really use the happy brain chemicals right now. If you enjoyed these little excerpts, you can find more of my fic on Ao3 where I post under the name imogenbynight♥️

Living Things -Alone-slash-zombie-apocalypse AU 

In which Dean and Cas are the last two contestants on the History Channel survival series when the rest of the world falls apart, and they have no idea why the show’s support team has stopped turning up for their regular required medical checks. (unpublished wip, 131 word excerpt)

The Spaces In Between -Reunited Imaginary Friends AU 

In which Dean inherits his estranged father’s house when John dies, and soon discovers that the “imaginary friend” he’d had when he was living there as a child is not only still around, but he’s grown up as well… and maybe isn’t so imaginary after all. (unpublished wip, 354 word excerpt) 

Untitled-Canonverse accidental-turned-invited voyeur!Cas 

In which Cas likes watching Dean jerk off because it’s the closest Dean ever comes to loving himself. (unpublished wip, 281 word excerpt)

Isosceles-Chapter Seven Opening Paragraphs 

In which Castiel is prepared for there to be fallout following his deathbed confession of love for Dean, but Sam’s disapproval is not something he’d ever anticipated. (partially published wip, 205 word excerpt)

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Ten more excerpts under the cut!

A Body is a Body is a Body-Canonverse Dean & Donna bodyswap

In which Dean & Donna get body-swapped by a witch, slip into an actual healthy friends with benefits arrangement where nobody catches feelings, and Dean vents to her about being in love with Cas while they enjoy some post coital spooning. (unpublished wip, 327 word excerpt) 

Untitled-Canonverse Alternate 15.09 Purgatory Fic 

In which Dean doesn’t find Cas in time before the portal closes, and they get trapped together in Purgatory again. (unpublished wip, 313 word excerpt)

Wanted-WIP Rewrite of one of my oldest fics 

In which Cas uses Dean’s cowboy obsession to clumsily–but successfully–seduce him. (unpublished rewrite of a 2012 mess, 367 word excerpt)

Kind of a Buddy of Mine-Canonverse Post 5.06 Tiny Cas Fic 

In which Jesse the Antichrist didn’t de-dollify Cas before he bailed, and even after the Winchesters manage to turn him back into a living being, Cas is powerless and stuck the size of an action figure. (unpublished wip, 544 word excerpt)

A Charming B&B - Canonverse Post Last Holiday Curtain Fic 

In which Chuck gets dealt with in possibly the most ridiculous way imaginable, and Dean and Cas move to Vermont. (unpublished wip, 440 word excerpt)

The Coda Project -Lazarus Rising 

In which we see Castiel’s POV throughout the events of Lazarus Rising. (partially published wip, 203 word excerpt) 

Untitled-Canonverse Two Person Love Triangle 

In which Dean has been secretly running a recipe blog for years, Cas decides to raise Jack outside of the world of hunting after the events of Tombstone, and one thing leads to another. (unpublished wip, 391 word excerpt)

Teachable Moments-Casturbation My Beloved 

In which Cas comes back human in S13, and asks for Dean’s “help” in “understanding” “how to masturbate”. (unpublished wip, 769 word excerpt)

Fortress-Chapter Eight Sneak Peek 

In which Dean returns after having been kidnapped and held captive for five years. (partially published wip, 379 word excerpt) 

Molecules-Canonverse Sensory Transfer Spell 

In which Dean happens upon a sensory transfer spell allows the subject to experience someone else’s senses for a brief time. (unpublished wip, 607 word excerpt)

The Run-Up [5.7k]

The Run-Up - surlybobbies - Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]

This was the piece originally published in @tohellandbackanthology, and now that we’re able to publish our pieces on our own, I’m glad to say here it is!! Super happy to have participated in such a great project, and even happier that everyone gets to read this now. <3 Hope you enjoy.

Rated T, no major archive warnings
Tags: friends to lovers, soccer player dean, coming out, pining

Dean Winchester is a professional soccer player on the verge of retirement. After this season’s playoffs — win or lose — he’ll have to say goodbye to his team and make the arduous move to the opposite coast… but it seems like a fair trade for some measure of anonymity and time with his new niece.

Castiel Novak, the team’s assistant physiotherapist, has a few things to say before Dean leaves.

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At long last;; The Black Tie Event.

TYSM to all who fuelled this fire, w/o you this would be non-existent so I hope u all enjoy.

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Baby Day

Because I can’t get this postby@skepticalfrog out of my head.

Truth be told, Cas loves a baby day.

Yes, Jack is the most powerful being in the universe (and no, there’s no point in trying to put a label on it) but despite all that, Jack has only been alive for a handful of years and life can still get pretty fucking overwhelming. Sometimes Jack can use words to articulate what they’re dealing with and Cas can listen and nod and do whatever he has in his limited power to help, but sometimes even that isn’t enough.

On those days, Cas will wake to the sound of soft crying and, while his own heart breaks a little, it’s quickly tempered by the fact that he can help, and that’s what has him leaping out of bed even as Dean is making sleepy, unintelligible sounds beside him.

“Baby day,” Cas calls over his shoulder and he’s out the bedroom door.

He finds Jack where he always does: sitting on the floor in the living room, curled into themself and wracked with sobs. Cas makes himself small, crouching down in front of them. “Hey, Jack,” he says, his voice gentle but still rough with sleep. “Need a baby day?”

At that, Jack lifts their tear-stained face just enough to nod, small arms reaching for Cas to gather them up. And Cas does, lifting them in his arms that today feel strong enough to support the world. Cas cuddles Jack close to his chest, feels them mold into his embrace, wet cheek pressed against his shoulder as they hide their face in his neck.

His broad palm covering much of Jack’s little back, Cas carries them to the couch. Cuddled up tight, Cas begins to sing, a soft Enochian lullaby that’s mostly nonsense but that soothes Jack from sobs to sniffles until they’re gently swaying in his arms. As the crying subsides, Jack’s heartbeat begins to slow and Cas feels his own heart swell wide, so overcome with love for this incredibly powerful entity who allows him to calm them with a touch. It’s stunning in the truest sense of the word.

By now Dean has gotten out of bed and Cas hears the sound of coffee being made and it isn’t long before Dean arrives bearing two mugs. Cas smiles his thanks at him and nods toward the coffee table, not yet willing to relinquish his hold on the baby. Dean sets down the mugs, then lays a gentle hand on the top of Jack’s head.

“Rough day, kiddo?” Jack just nods, face still buried in Cas’s neck. “Okay, we got you.”

Maybe one of the reasons Cas loves a baby day is because of what transpired the first time it happened. It hadn’t been long after the Empty had taken Cas, only to spit him out again as he heard Dean’s prayers as he nearly died in that barn. “You’re more trouble than you’re worth,” the Empty had said in disgust. “Go.”

As happy as they’d been to see each other again, Cas’s words–his I love you–still stood in the air between them like so much frozen fog. The words seemed visible, tangible, almost, and still they didn’t talk about it. A few weeks later they were in a motel room, conversation stilted and mostly related to the case when Jack appeared, clearly agitated. In the middle of trying to explain, Jack transformed into a baby before their very eyes. Cas and Dean exchanged panicked looks, but Cas, still feeling the power radiating off of Jack, knew it wasn’t some sort of curse. It was Dean who understood what was happening. He’d picked Jack up, instinctively holding them close, murmuring soft words until the crying stopped. He’d slowly licked his lips, meeting Cas’s gaze even as he spoke to Jack. “Words are hard sometimes, huh, buddy?”

That first time, Jack hadn’t relented until both Cas and Dean lay down with them on one of the two beds, hadn’t stopped whimpering until both curled around them and all three fell into a warm, comfortable sleep. Cas and Dean had woken in the morning to find Jack gone, their arms wrapped around each other and, well, that had been that.

Cas knows these days won’t last forever, knows that as Jack continues to age and grow they might need this less and less, so he’s committed to savoring it while he can. While loving and being loved by Dean has fulfilled him beyond his comprehension, to be needed by this baby is both moving and gratifying. Today, Dean settles on the couch with them, his arm slung around Cas’s shoulders, the other hand cupping the back of Jack’s head. It’s the holiest of trinities Cas could ever imagine, the three of them connected by touch, each of them gathering energy from the others, like a circuit completed.

The Ties of Duty and Devotion - surlybobbies - Supernatural [Archive of Our Own]

My FTH 2021 fic is finally here! Thank you to @captainhaterade who bid on my work and helped me come up with this idea!

Rated T, 10K words, no major archive warnings

King John Winchester is dead, and his heir Crown Prince Dean is summoned from exile to take over the throne. Together with Cas, his closest ally, the prince takes up residence in the capital.

In doing so, however, they leave behind a decade’s worth of shared history in the place they met, and find that fulfilling their duty to their country might mean losing each other forever.