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Title: Between the Folds of Submission
Author: destimushi
Artist: purzelndesbaeumchen
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings: serial killer case, D/S biology, Dominant Dean, Submissive Cas, suspense, kidnapping, subspace, hand-feeding, spanking, facial
Posting Date: 10/2/2017

Summary:  Castiel Novak, the city’s only Submissive homicide detective, balances navigating a career believed to be a Dominant’s domain and keeping his physical needs in check. When another team drops the ball and a series of gruesome murders lands in Castiel’s lap, it’s simply another day on the job.

Only this isn’t like any case Castiel has ever worked. Collecting clues and running leads gets him nowhere, until the day he receives a phone call from Dean Winchester, Editor-in-Chief of the popular magazine Cruisin’ Classics. It’s a phone call that has the power to blow the case wide open.

Castiel races against the clock as the killer ups the ante, but Dean—rich, drop-dead gorgeous, and a famously unconventional Dominant to boot—proves to be a distraction he can’t afford. As the danger grows, Castiel finds himself torn between upholding his beliefs and giving in to his desires. Can he resist his urges long enough to find the killer, or will his biology consume him?

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“You’ve really never been with a Dominant before?” Dean cuts in, and his bright green eyes flash with mischief.

Castiel blinks, his jaw clenching as he takes a few breaths before answering, “I don’t see how—“

“Just answer the question.” Dean’s voice drops, so low and smooth it’s like silk against Castiel’s skin, and he’s responding to the command as much as he is to the question when he says, “No, I haven’t.”

Dean’s eyes widen, sunlight bounces off the flecks of gold in his eyes, and Castiel stares, mesmerized. “But the VPD must be crawling with doms.”

Castiel blinks, breaking free of the bewitching fire in Dean’s eyes, and rage bubbles to the surface, threatening to break through. He swallows, his throat scratchy, and grips his pen until his knuckles are bleach white. “That’s none of your business, and I’d appreciate it if you stopped trying to intimidate me.”

“Okay, sorry.” Dean puts up both hands, palms open and facing Castiel, and the apology in his smile seems genuine. “That was an asshole thing to do.”

“Yes, it was, guess I should have expected it.” Castiel should be professional, should check his feelings at the door when he’s on the clock. It’s not the first time a Dominant tried to take advantage of him, but there’s just something about Dean that rubs him wrong. Maybe it’s that stupid article D/S Weekly did on Dean, or, if Castiel’s being honest with himself, it’s something a lot more personal.

“Oh?” Dean’s eyebrows shoot up and Castiel can’t decide if Dean’s amused or surprised or a little pissed off.  

“I read the article.”

“Okay, so you know I’m unconventional. Doesn’t mean you know me personally.”

“I don’t know what being ‘unconventional’ has anything to do with it, and I really don’t care.” Castiel meets Dean’s gaze even if the pit of his stomach is dropping further with each passing second. “We have a killer on the loose, and you have possible evidence, so let me do my job, and I’ll get out of your hair.”

“I read about you too, you know.” Dean shrugs and leans back, his arms stretch out behind him as his hands take his weight. The suit jacket falls open, and the silk of his shirt strains around the buttons in soft creases. Dean’s clothes are hiding well toned arms and a broad chest sporting a peculiar tattoo. Castiel might have paid more attention to the photographs attached to that article than he cares to admit. “First Submissive to ever make homicide detective. Very impressive.”  

“Good, then you know my job is important to me, and I’d like to do it now, please.”