Tag: Destiel
Dean’s everything is Cas y’all
season 5 → season 12 (for @fightmisha)
These two pieces were done for the first round of DCBB 2017, “The Cold Fusion Job”. This was my first time doing fanart for Supernatural, and my first time doing a big bang challenge. It was a blast 🙂
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Read the full story by la_rubinita here on AO3.
Castiel Milton is a brilliant electro-chemist at the peak of his career.
He’s developed the ultimate energy source, the science behind it
promising to revolutionize the world energy market and combat climate
change in a way few could have ever dreamed. He’s proud of his work,
but he’s grown restless and is more lonely than he realized. He’s ready
for a change.Dean is a thief and mercenary by trade, on a mission of absolution with
his rag-tag family. But when the nastiest skeleton in Dean’s closet
rears its ugly head, Dean is put between a rock and a hard place: steal
Castiel’s research or Sam dies.It’s all downhill from there. Dean is not the only thief after
Castiel’s work, and no one is pulling any punches. Castiel ends up
along for the ride, stepping up time and time again, as determined to
save Sam as he is to protect his life’s work.Dean doesn’t know what to do with Castiel and his too-blue eyes that see
more than they should, or the growing affection he has for him that,
like everything else about this wild night, is completely out of
control.
Title: The Cold Fusion Job
Author: la_rubinita
Artist: throughxthexice
Rating: Mature
Length: 53k
Pairings: Dean Winchester/ Castiel
Warnings: No Major Archive Warnings ApplyCastiel Milton is a brilliant electro-chemist at the peak of his career. He’s developed the ultimate energy source, the science behind it promising to revolutionize the world energy market and combat climate change in a way few could have ever dreamed. He’s proud of his work, but he’s grown restless and is more lonely than he realized. He’s ready for a change.
Dean is a thief and mercenary by trade, on a mission of absolution with his rag-tag family. But when the nastiest skeleton in Dean’s closet rears its ugly head, Dean is put between a rock and a hard place: steal Castiel’s research or Sam dies.
It’s all downhill from there. Dean is not the only thief after Castiel’s work, and no one is pulling any punches. Castiel ends up along for the ride, stepping up time and time again, as determined to save Sam as he is to protect his life’s work.
Dean doesn’t know what to do with Castiel and his too-blue eyes that see more than they should, or the growing affection he has for him that, like everything else about this wild night, is completely out of control.
I don’t think I’ve reblogged this yet, but seriously everyone please read this fic! I am not joking when I say this reads like a good episode of Leverage! I was on the seat of my toes the entire time I read it because the action was so well written and the relationship between Dean/Cas was so electric I couldn’t put it down! I spent days asking @la-rubinita for the rest! She delivers and you will breeze through because you won’t be able to put it down!!!
I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT DEAN TAKING CAS TO A CARNIVAL AND BECAUSE DEAN NEVER MISSES A SHOT CAS LEAVES WITH SO MANY TEDDY BEARS HE ALMOST CANT HOLD THEM AND HES SO HAPPY AND DEAN GRUMPS “cas you don’t need anymore you have like twelve of those things now” BUT HE KEEPS SHOOTING TO WIN BECAUSE HE LOVES HOW HAPPY IT MAKES CAS OKAY IM GONNA WRITE THIS FIC SOMEONE SHOULD DRAW IT THINK OF THE CUTE
Title: Giving In Is Half the Battle
Author: Halzbarry
Artist: SillyBlue (diminuel)
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings/Tags: Omega Cas, Alpha Dean, Office AU, Friends with Benefits, Pining, Dean and Cas in suits, Independent Cas, Dean wants a mate, Office Sex, Stubborn Cas
Posting Date: 11/20/2017Summary: Dean likes to think he had it all; a good job, good money, kickass friends, and hell, no shortage of men and women in his bed. He’s an alpha living the dream. The one thing he didn’t have was a mate.
Castiel prides himself on being a pinnacle of the modern omega. He works hard and he sleeps with whoever he wants, society’s rules be damned. He spent a long time telling himself he didn’t need a mate to take care of him nor did he find himself wanting one anyways. Then Dean Winchester happened. Suddenly, being content with just sex is becoming a harder lie to tell himself, especially as Dean makes it clear he wants more.
What started as a simple hook-up after the annual Sandover Christmas party last year has turned into a loosely agreed upon friends with benefits arrangement; Minus the friends part. Dean knows they’re compatible enough to be mates, but Cas just can’t seem to be convinced.
– – –
“You know, you can stay till morning, Cas. No sense in running out this late,” Dean offered, but he already knew what Cas’ reply would be. He’d known it ever since they fell into this routine over a year ago.
“Thank you, Dean. But I should go home. We both have to be at work early tomorrow,” Cas answered matter-of-factly. Cas had perfected the ability to show no emotion. He wanted no-strings-attached sex, and it was the only reason he was here with Dean now. He assumed Dean wanted the same thing and they had a mutual agreement. Little did Cas know how he really felt.
“Cas, we work at the same office. I can drive you there and back to your place, no problem.”
Cas sighed and Dean was already preparing for the rejection like always. “Dean. You know that’s not how this works. We have a good time and then we go our separate ways. That’s it.”
“Yeah. Yeah I know. Just offerin’ is all.”
Cas put his shirt back on, but offered Dean a tiny smile.
“I appreciate it.”
Dean wanted to keep insisting he stay, wanted to tell Cas he belonged here with him like he felt deep down in his gut. Instead, he just watched tiredly as Castiel threw on yesterday’s slacks.
“You can go back to sleep, Dean. I’ll see myself out,” Cas urged softly.
“Nah. I’ll probably be up for the rest of the night anyways.” It wasn’t a lie. It was always hard for Dean to go back to sleep when Cas’ scent was absent from his apartment. His slick was dried into his sheets, so unless Dean washed them he’d be faintly smelling Cas. There was also that part of Dean that wanted Cas to feel a little guilty.
Cas didn’t rise to the bait, though. He found his shoes and slid them on before walking out of the bedroom, stopping just before the door to say, “Good night, Dean.”
“Yeah, night, Cas.”
Well folks, followers, and friends here is my DCBB that I’ve been working on for a few months and I am very nervous that the time is here, but hopefully you all will like it!
Title: You’re the Worst
Author: fanforfanatic
Artist: sevenspirals
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings/Tags: asshole!cas, nature and art lover Cas, hardworker!dean, book lover Dean, D/s undertones, recreational use of drugs, high!sex, a lot of not high sex too, Cas paints and draws Dean, Dean is lonely.
Posting Date: 11/16/2017Summary: After Gabriel Milton, co-owner of Word Mil Publishing, goes into early retirement, Dean becomes Castiel Novak’s new editor. The author is brilliant, immensely talented and a grade-A asshole. But what he’s best at is getting under Dean’s skin, and into Dean’s pants. It’s why their professional relationship warps into something sexual Dean enjoys more than he knows he should.
When it seems less and less likely that Cas will ever put effort into his next manuscript, Dean strikes a deal that forces them to reveal more of themselves.
Dean has a pure love for storytelling. Castiel likes making fun of his readers. Dean believes in hard work. Castiel believes in instant gratification. Maybe they could try to meet in the middle, but for now, when Cas asks him to drop to his knees, Dean does.
– – –
“What the hell is this?” Dean half shouts (he has given up on full shouting) and slams down a stack of papers held together at the corner by a single metal ring. It joins the rest of the clutter already littering the desk
Cas is leaning back in his large, equally pretentious, wooden rolling chair (the only piece of furniture he did buy) with his head hanging off the back, the long line of his neck on display. He remains that way, unmoving save for the strong hands toying with the drawstring of his open hoodie, not bothering to look at Dean. Not just yet, anyway.
“It’s the first chapter.”
When they first met, Dean might have confused Cas’ tone as matter-of-fact, but he’s spent enough time with the infuriating and brilliant writer that he can detect the patronizing note.
“First chapter of what? This is not what you’re being paid to write. This is not the book you pitched us.”
“It’s not the book my agent pitched,” Cas amends nonchalantly, but it’s not a concession at all.
“Hey!” Dean three-quarter shouts instead of staring at Cas’ fingers tightly coiling and uncoiling string around them with fluid and sure motions that— “Is there something more fascinating happening on the stucco?” He hasn’t been here more than a minute and Cas is already under his skin. The man might have taken up residency there. Aloof, and haughty, and gorgeous. “This,” Dean gestures wildly at the manuscript. “is unacceptable.”
Cas lifts his head languidly, but there is nothing casual about the way he looks at Dean. It’s enough to set him on fire, like some kind of sick Pavlovian effect, and the drag of Cas’ eyes against his skin is the lighting of a match.
“If it’s unacceptable, then it’s unacceptable. Go ahead and drop me.”
Dean takes what is meant to be a stabilising breath, but he doesn’t bank on it working. Not with Cas looking fucking smug like he’s some sort of king in his dumb rolling chair, fully aware that he holds all the cards. All the power over Dean.
“You know I can’t do that,” Dean says on the exhale.
“I know,” Cas says. “I’ve started something new.” He drums his long fingers once, sharply, irritatingly, against a stack of papers that look freshly printed. God forbid Cas use technology to its full benefit, and give Dean an online copy.
“You have new pages about something completely different again.” Dean tosses his hands up. “Of course you do.”
“Come here, Dean,” Cas says and Dean stills, taken off guard and wary. He realises how far away from the desk his pacing has taken him. He’s always safer when there’s distance between him and Cas. Space. Room to breathe. “Come here and bend over these new pages so I can fuck you on them.”
ANOTHER GOOD FIC BY ANOTHER ABSOLUTELY AMAZING PERSON. Her words are so good and inspire me to keep writing! She is also a kick ass beta and person and you will love this fic! Give it a read!!! @fanforfanatic
Title: Gods in the Chrysalis
Author: JhanaMay
Artist: violue
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings/Tags: Endverse Castiel, Musician Castiel, traumatic brain injury
Posting Date: 11/7/2017Summary: Olympic hopeful Dean Winchester has always felt more at home in the water than he did on land. Pressured by his father to carry on his mother’s dream, Dean’s entire life has revolved around swimming and competing. Everything changes when he sustains a head injury in an accident at the pool and is left unable to swim. The fear of disappointing everyone in his life is heightened when he realizes his love of the water has been replaced by a strange talent for playing the piano. With the help of Castiel, the high-school dropout/weekend musician who runs a local music store, Dean learns to question everything he thought he knew about himself, his family, and his life. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the butterfly calls just the beginning.
– – –
Dean opens his eyes, and blinks, registering for the first time the damp tear tracks streaked down his face. He doesn’t know how long he’s been crying, but his sinuses ache enough to tell him it’s been a while. Reaching up to scrub the wetness away, Dean turns to face the person behind him.
The man from the behind the counter stands a few feet away, his hands shoved into the pockets of his black skinny jeans. Dean hadn’t noticed before, but he’s wearing a pale blue t-shirt with a colorful pony on the front, the words Rainbow Dash in glitter below it. Intricate designs—musical notation shot through with dark green vines and bright splashes of flowers—wind their way up both arms and disappear into his shirt sleeves. A single musical note drips from the right corner of his bright blue eyes and two silver balls frame the outer edge of his left eyebrow.
The man rocks back on his heels and clears his throat. “Holy fuck,” he says, his voice a deep, rolling timbre. “I’m glad Raph listened when I told him not to get rid of that piano.”
He steps forward and Dean shifts back, pressing himself against the keys and wincing at the discordant sound. “Sorry, I, ah, I saw it and—”
“Don’t apologize. We don’t get classically trained pianists in here, like, ever. That was fucking beautiful.” He pulls one hand out of his pocket and tugs at the hem of the too-small t-shirt where it’s pulling up, revealing a sliver of skin at his hip.
Dean follows the long fingers with his eyes. Piano keys cover the back of his hand, tattooed across his knuckles and down to the first joint. “I’m not—” Dean stands up, knocking the bench back against the piano, and edges away from the man. “I should go.”
“You don’t have to go. I’m Castiel,” the guy says, holding out his hand. “Where’d you study? Not K.U., not playing Satie like that. Tell me you didn’t go to Juilliard.”
Dean studies the man’s outstretched hand, then looks back up at his face. Dark stubble dusts his strong jawline, and Dean’s mouth goes dry. Despite the tattoos and the piercings and the fucking god-awful abomination of a t-shirt, he’s gorgeous, and Dean can’t breathe. He can’t breathe and he’s going to pass out and he doesn’t even know where the hell he is or how he got here. Sucking in a rasping gasp of air, he stumbles backward. He can’t do this, not with the song echoing in his head and his hands twitching to play it again. “I can’t,” he forces out, shoving past the man. “I’m sorry; I have to go. I’m sorry.” He rushes to the door and out into the bright afternoon sun.
Title: Life Could Be a Dream, Sweetheart
Author: ireadhpinenochian
Artist: topieornottopie
Rating: Mature
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings/Tags: canon-typical violence, fluff, angst, baker!Dean, psychic!Cas, established relationship, non-explicit past child abuse (mentioned), canon au, bakery au
Posting Date: 10/16/2017Summary: Dean is an ex hunter turned bakery owner. Cas is his basically perfect boyfriend with one slight flaw – he never stays the night. When what was supposed to be night terrors turns out to be an actual monster trapped in Cas’ dreams, Dean decides to call in a favor from an old friend. But Cas is reluctant to accept any help for what he views as his responsibility, especially when that help puts Dean in danger. Besides, would the two of them even be enough to take on the monster that Cas has failed to defeat his whole life? Or will the monster prove to be more than a match for the two of them in an ever-changing dreamscape that Cas is only mostly in charge of?
– – –
“It’s a good plan,” Dean told him.
“It’s too dangerous,” Cas replied. “Dean, you die in my dream you die in real life. The adversary is not something to take lightly. I’ve been fighting him my whole life and I haven’t been able to defeat him!”
“Exactly my point!” Dean threw his hands up before walking back to the counter to grab the broom. He had already cleaned the tables as he waited for the clock to tick down the minutes before he could close. “If you can’t do something on your own, then you ask someone to help you.”
“This isn’t your responsibility, Dean,” Cas told him. He was standing behind the till, trying to count the money. He had started over twice now, getting distracted each time Dean opened his mouth.
“Like hell it’s not!” Dean flung his arms out, nearly knocking over a stack of plates fresh from being washed. He looked sheepish for a moment at realizing what he had almost done and then furiously began sweeping. “I mean, come on Cas. Didn’t we just have three rounds of sex to celebrate exactly why this is my fucking responsibility?”
Cas threw the money back into the register with a huff. He leaned forward on the counter and hung his head. “I can’t let you risk your life for me, Dean.”
“Why the hell not?” Dean demanded. He had stopped sweeping to glare at Cas. “Cas, I spent my life risking my life for complete fucking strangers, you bet your ass I’m going to risk my life for you.”
Cas was shaking his head when he answered. “You’re not understanding me, Dean. It’s too dangerous.” He said it slowly as if Dean just hadn’t heard.
Dean threw the broom to the ground in frustration and marched over to Cas. “I don’t care, Cas. I’m not letting you go another night fighting a monster without backup.”
“No,” he said again in a growl. “He will kill you, Dean. I cannot allow that to happen. He will not take anyone else from me.”
“He’s not going to, Cas. Me and you? We’re good together. We’re the perfect fucking team, babe.”
“We’ve never fought together a day in our lives.”
Dean shrugged. “So?”
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