Tag: Destiel

deancasbigbang:

Title: You’re the Worst
Author: @fanforfanatic
Artist: @sevenspirals
Rating: E
Length: 45k
Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings: none

Summary: 

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.

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This fic!! This fic is by a great friend of mine! It’s so good! The NSFW is written so well and the personalities of both Dean and Cas are so infuriatingly good you just sit here and wanna re-read it all over! Give this DCBB a read and you won’t regret it!!

Five Stages

casloveshisfreckles:

Cas is gone.

How will Dean handle it this time? 

A mirror of episodes 1-5 of Season 13 and Dean Winchester’s stages of grief.

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This can’t be happening again. Before, when he watched that reaper bitch slide an angel blade into Cas’ chest, Dean thought about asking her to kill him too. The smooth, silver blade pierced Cas’ skin for months after that, the same nightmare haunting him every time he closed his eyes.

Dean thinks it must be a dream, watching the tip of Cas’ blade appear out of his chest. His eternal light blinds, beautiful in its release. It makes Dean sick. He’s seen angels die, seen their wings turn to ash where they lie. But this is Cas. This isn’t supposed to happen again.

The ground is hard under his knees and everything is quiet, eerie almost. Empty. He stays by Cas and waits. Because someone will come. Chuck, maybe. Amara. Another angel that can bring him back. Dean waits, one hand a fist in his lap, the other clenching the edge of Cas’ trenchcoat.

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