Ten years ago, Dean would never have dreamed of being at home on New Year’s Eve. But now? He couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be.

Taking in the sight in front of him, he wouldn’t change a thing.

The TV was playing quietly with the sounds of the DVD menu repeating itself. He could feel the warm weight of a small body relaxed against him.

Looking down he could see the blond wisps of hair on his daughter’s head. The three-year-old had been determined to stay awake until midnight like everyone else but it seemed she’d been defeated by the sleep monster (which surprised absolutely no one).

Dean reached out a careful hand, making sure not to jostle Emma in her slumber, to grab her Frozen blanket from her lap and wrap it around her shoulders.

Another hand reached across to help secure the wrapping. Dean allowed the comforting hand to brush against his and looked up to meet his husband’s eye.

“So much for her wanting to stay awake like a big girl.” Blue eyes lit up with a chuckle.

Dean snorted. “Yeah. Guess she must have crashed out after the second load of candy and Tangled.”

“Though, to be fair,” Castiel said, eying the clock on the wall above the fireplace, “it’s only fifteen minutes until midnight, so she was close.”

“Hm,” Dean agreed. “She’ll have to try for a new record next year.”

Castiel chuckled, a small smile gracing his features. Dean let himself get lost in it for a moment.

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Out On A Limb

Fireman!Dean helps Cas get his cat out of a tree

“Come on, please?” Castiel craned his head towards the sky. He sighed and rattled a toy mouse in the air. “Bumblebeeee,” he sang out, “come on, baby. Come down to daddy!”

The tree towered above, swaying slightly in the summer breeze. Bumblebee thought it would be a good idea to climb said tree today and perch on a branch high above Castiels reach.

She meowed quietly and sprawled out on the branch, digging her nails into it as she stretched.

Castiel growled to himself, cursing the cat under his breath. There was no way he could climb the tree and retrieve the cat safely.

“Looks like you need the fire department,” a passerby chuckled.

Cas raised his eyebrows high. “Not a bad idea,” he mumbled to himself while shooting an embarrassed wave towards the stranger.

He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and looked up the number for the fire department, deciding that dialing 911 would be a misuse of their services.

Punching in the number, he listened to the line ring.

“Lawrence, Kansas fire department,” a gruff voice answered.

“Um, yes. Hi–hello. My name is—”

“Where’s the fire?” the voice barked.

Castiels eyes widened. “No, no fire. My name is Castiel Novak. I live on Grand Street across from the Holy Roller bakery. My cat seems to be stuck in the tree in front of it.”

Silence filled the line.

“Hello?”

“Yeah, ok,” the other voice chuckled. “We’ll have someone there in a bit. Hold tight.” With that, the line went dead.

Castiel paced the sidewalk, glancing up every ten seconds to check on his cat.

He was so concentrated on the cat that he didn’t notice the person standing behind him.

“Ya try catnip?” the voice asked.

Castiel whipped around. The first thing he noticed was a bright red tow truck with a long ladder on the side with tall white letters that read LKFD. Then his eyes focused on the source of the voice. A tall, brown haired man wearing a white shirt and suspenders stood in front of him. His pants were yellow and stained with soot. What stood out the most, though, were his sparkling green eyes.

“S-sorry, what?” Castiel stammered.

“Nothin’, bad joke,” the man chuckled. “I’m Dean,” he said, holding out his hand.

Castiel shook his hand and continued to stare. “Castiel. My name is Castiel.”

“Nice’ta meet you, Cas. I’m Dean. Chief said a guy was waitin’ outside the bakery with a cat stuck up in the tree.” He lifted his head and smiled at the sleeping cat. “I’m assumin’ that’s you?”

Castiel nodded. “Yes. Seems that Bumblebee decided to go on an adventure today.” He glanced up and sighed. “I feel foolish calling the fire department but I was desperate.”

“Ain’t nothin’ to worry about, Cas. We get calls like this from time to time. Just glad I was on call today.” Dean smirked and turned to his truck. He pulled the ladder down and maneuvered it towards the tree. Castiel couldn’t help but notice Dean’s muscles tensing under his shirt, his biceps bulging as he leaned the ladder against the tree.

“Alright,” Dean smiled wide, “you mind holdin’ the bottom of this while I climb on up and save your baby?”

Nodding, Castiel waited until Dean was three rungs up on the ladder before bracing his hands against it. He literally couldn’t help but watch Dean’s ass as he worked his way up the ladder. He shifted uncomfortably, accidentally rocking the ladder.

“E-e-easy, there Cas. Wouldn’t want me fallin’ on ya, do we?” Dean said coolly, turning to wink at Castiel quickly before looking back up at the cat. “Alright, baby,” Dean purred, reaching out to the cat, “come ‘ere.” Bumblebee popped one eye open and looked at Dean. She yawned and closed her eye, purring gently.

Dean shook his head and chuckled. “She’s somethin’ else, isn’t she,” Dean asked, looking down at Castiel on the ground.

Castiel, however, wasn’t listening. He was too busy staring at Deans ass.

“See somethin’ ya like, Cas,” Dean asked loudly, getting the other mans attention.

Castiel flushed instantly. “S-sorry. What was that?”

Dean laughed out loud. “Nothin’.” He walked higher up on the ladder and was now a few feet away from the cat. “C’mere, honey.” He clicked his tongue a few times and patted the branch. Bumblebee stuck her tail in the air and stretched out on the limb before sauntering over to Dean, rubbing her face in his sweaty hair. “Gotcha,” he smirked. He scooped her up and held her tight under one arm while descending the ladder. Castiel moved out of the way once he figured Dean was a safe distance to the ground.

“Who’s a good girl, huh? Yeah, you are,” Dean cooed, nuzzling the cat with his nose.

Castiel stood there watching the scene unfold. “She—she usually doesn’t like other people,” he stammered.

“An’ I usually hate these things, but here we are,” Dean smiled, scratching under the cats chin. She was purring loudly as he handed her back to Castiel.

“Thank you–for everything. I truly don’t know how I would have gotten her down without you.” Castiel petted Bumblebees’ head and smiled. “I wish there was something I could do—”

“You could take me out to dinner,” Dean replied smoothly.

Castiels eyes lit up as he smiled. “That can be arranged. Do you like burgers?”

Dean beamed a smile and reached over to scratch the cats’ ears. “Yeah, Cas. I love ‘em.”

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Where There’s Smoke (6,183 words, Mature)

firefighter Dean, bookstore owner Cas, fluff, first meeting, first kiss

Commissioned by @blueeyesandpie for the @fandomtrumpshate auction and written as a gift for @rocksaltandhoney.

The first time Castiel meets Dean Winchester, it’s pouring down rain, and he’s managed to lock his keys inside his car.

This late at night, all he wants to do is head home and watch Netflix on the couch with his cat. The delivery of stock he’d received in the late afternoon still needs to be counted and affixed with price stickers, which means that it has to come home with him. He grunts as he hefts the heavy box onto his hip and carries it awkwardly over to the door, stretching his fingertips up to the light switches. His shop plunges into darkness, lit only by the light of the streetlamps and dimmed by the rain that is falling steadily against the pavement outside.

Of course it’s raining, he thinks, grumbling under his breath as he stares through the glass door to where his car is parked, at least twenty feet away. There’s a small awning on the front of his shop that Cas uses to shield himself from the rain while he locks up, but the cold air bites at his exposed skin and he can feel some of the rain droplets sneaking beneath the collar of his jacket.

He’s going to have to make a run for it.

When he turns, the his face is misted with the same spray—droplets falling so thick and fast outside the awning that it’s impossible to stay dry even here. Three, he counts in his head. Two… One.

He runs, box clutched awkwardly beneath his arm, and thanks every god that’s out there that the books are plastic-wrapped beneath the cardboard. Cas has his keys ready before he even reaches his car, but in the darkness and the rain, it’s hard to see what he’s doing. He swears as his key scrapes against metal, trying to find the lock for his trunk.

When it catches, Castiel is quick to shove it all the way in and turn, popping his trunk while trying not to soak the interior in the meantime. The box is shoved in in a hasty, clumsy mess of limbs, and then he’s quick to slam the trunk shut. The books are safe—and now it’s his turn to get the hell out of the rain before it soaks him all the way down to his skin.

Except for the fact that his car keys are no longer in his hands.

They’re also not still in the lock to his trunk, or any of his pockets, or in his bag. Castiel checks every single spot, to no avail. They’re nowhere to be found on the ground, either, and it’s with a sinking feeling that Castiel realizes… he’s locked his keys in the trunk of his car and has, in the process, well and truly fucked himself.

He can’t go home, and he can’t let himself back into the shop, because all the keys he might need for either of those are currently unreachable. At least he has his phone, though—things could be worse, as much as standing out here in the pouring rain well and truly sucks.

Thankfully, he has connections.

He retreats back to the relative shelter of the awning and tries not to shiver from the chill of his saturated clothes as he pulls his phone out of his bag. Inias (his closest friend and the reason he moved to this town a month ago in the first place) should be at work right now, and it’s his number that Cas dials with frozen fingers. “Pick up, pick up,” he mutters as he holds the phone up to his ear.

It rings once, twice, and then Inias picks up. “Cas, what’s up?”

Fuck, this is embarrassing. “Don’t laugh at me,” Castiel warns, before he says anything else. “It’s been a long day and this is not how I wanted it to end. I’d give anything to be at home right now, but instead I’m outside the shop, in the fucking rain, and my keys are locked in the trunk. Can you come out and save me, please?”

For a long few moments, the other end of the line is silent. When Inias speaks again, his voice sounds strained—as if he is, Castiel guesses, trying very hard not to laugh. “That’s quite the predicament,” he says, and there’s a definite tone of amusement to his words. “We don’t really do locked cars any more, that’s the AAA’s job, but I’ll make an exception for you.” He pauses. “Or, at least, I would, if I weren’t buried in paperwork from the house fire we dealt with yesterday. But,” he adds, before Castiel can start to beg or bribe him into coming out, “I can see if anyone can be spared and I’ll send them to help. You said you were at the shop, right? The station’s close, so you shouldn’t be waiting too long.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” Castiel tells him, honestly and earnestly. He doesn’t know how long he would have had to wait for AAA to come and bail him out, but he suspects that it would be more than long enough for him to lose all feeling in his extremities. He’s already well on his way.

“I know,” Inias says, sounding more than a little smug about it. “Hold tight, and I’ll send someone over, okay?”

“Will do.”

True to Inias’s word, Castiel is only waiting about ten minutes before his knight in shining armor turns up.

Or, more accurately, his knight in a big, red firetruck.

Thank god that all the sane people are currently at home and out of the rain, and there’s no one around to see Castiel’s embarrassment at having to be rescued by the fire department. His cheeks burn as the truck pulls up into the empty lot a few spaces away from his car. A man jumps out of the drivers’ side, the hood of his waterproof jacket pulled over his head to protect him from the rain. Initially, he’s shrouded in shadows and rain, but as he approaches, Castiel can make out his wide smile, the bowlegged swagger in his gait, the greenness of his eyes beneath the hood.

It wasn’t enough to have to be rescued by a firefighter, but a drop-dead gorgeous one, as well? Inias is doing this to fuck with him, surely.

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Title: Where There’s Smoke, There’s Fire

Author: @osirisapollo

Artist: @foxymoley

Beta: @candybarrnerd, @halzberry, & @maskofcognito

Special Thanks: @destimushi, my cheerleader

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 14,475

Summary: ER doctor, Castiel Novak, lives a boring life outside of his job. He doesn’t have time for much else with such long hours and so little sleep. But all of that changes when the fire alarm in his condo forces him outside during the day, and he manages to embarrass himself in front of the hottest fireman he’s ever seen. Castiel is ready to chalk it up to a one-time disaster, but the universe seems to have other plans.

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At the sound of the Impala on the driveway, Castiel looked up from his work. Dean’s heavy footsteps sounded on the pavement. Cas looked at the clock as he heard keys in the lock.

Dean was trying to be quiet, he probably hadn’t seen the light in the living room where Castiel was sitting. But even from far away, Castiel could hear his soft breathing, the shuffle of his feet as he got out of his jacket.

“I’m still awake.” He called and a moment later, Dean appeared in the living room. His hair was a mess, his clothes dishevelled and there were smudges of ash on his face, together with something dark, red or brown. Blood. There had been at least one fire tonight, Cas knew.

“Angel, shouldn’t you sleep? It’s late.” He looked tired, exhausted even, but at that moment he only seemed to worry about Castiel, which was crazy. Cas had been safe, at home, with the door locked, grading harmless high school papers while Dean was out there saving people from burning fires, which gave him at least ten different ways to either die or get heavily injured.

“Dean, you’re injured. What happened? Are you okay? Come on, sit down, I’ll get you-“

“The blood’s just from a nosebleed; don’t worry about it.”

Castiel’s fingers shook as he pushed the grades and his half empty cup of tea aside. He made Dean sit down on the couch, on which he agreed right away. He put his feet on the table with a soft groan as Cas gently touched his face.

“That’s not just a nosebleed, Dean, tell me.”

Castiel looked at his husband sternly, who looked back partly amused, partly sorry.

“I fell, from the ladder, which is pretty stupid, but I’m fine. Honestly.” He gave Cas a tired smile while he examined the scratches on his face.

“I’ll clean your face. No, stay here.” Without listening to Dean’s protests, Cas hurried off and came back a minute later with a bowl and a first aid kit. He settled on his husbands lap and started to softly pat a wet cloth on Dean’s dirty and scratched cheek.

“You should be a nurse.” Dean joked. His arm slid around Castiel’s waist to secure him. “Why didn’t you go to bed? You knew I had a late shift.”

Castiel didn’t answer right away, busy with putting ointment on the red spots.

“I couldn’t.” He admitted. “I couldn’t go to sleep without you. Without knowing…”

It had always been that way. Dean working late meant no sleep for Cas until he heard the familiar sounds of Dean coming home. He pretended to be asleep for a few times, just to make Dean feel less bad, but he could only relax when Dean was with him.

His job frightened Castiel constantly, he knew the dangers. But he also knew how important it was for Dean to do this, and he would never make him get another job.

“I’m here now.” Dean said gently. His fingers traced a familiar pattern on Castiel’s back, blindly marking the birthmarks there. “I will always come back, you hear me? I’m not leaving you.”

“You can’t be sure.” Castiel said, they had this conversation many times. He patted the last blood away and cleaned up the water and kit. As he washed his hands in the kitchen, Dean stood behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close.

“And you can’t promise me you won’t get hit by a car tomorrow. We’re both vulnerable. We all are. And that’s scary. I’m just taking advantage of that to save other’s.” He kissed Cas’ hair as he relaxed against his shoulder.

“I know. I’m just- scared.” He turned around.

“I know.” Dean repeated before kissing him tenderly. “But so am I. That means we care, right? Come on, let’s go to bed.”

As Cas slid under the covers and snuggled up to Dean, he finally felt comfortable. Dean’s warm, strong arms felt protective around his body, and lying on his chest to hear his heartbeat was one of the most comforting things ever. Dean pulled him closer, as if lives depended on it.

“Saturday tomorrow.” He slurred, his voice deep and thick.

“Yes.” Cas whispered, smiling, because they both had a day off.

“We could stay in bed all day… Or go out, if you want.”

Castiel smiled again as he felt Dean’s nose in his hair.

“We’ll see.” He didn’t mind what they would do, as long as they would do it together.

“You actually thought this would be a good idea?” Dean asks twenty minutes later when the fire’s been put out and people have been allowed to enter the building again. Castiel groans and puts his face in his hands.

“I told Ellen to send anyone except you,” Castiel whines, refusing to look at Dean. Dean laughs and tugs at one of Cas’ sleeves, but the man doesn’t relent. Of course he can laugh about it now that the fire is out and there are no serious injuries, but for a minute there, when Dean got the call, his stomach had dropped down to his feet. He feels positively giddy in comparison.

“C’mon, Cas, how well do you know me? Even if I wasn’t on duty, like hell I wasn’t gonna show up when I heard the address.”

“Yes well.” Castiel allows his hands to be tugged away, but he still doesn’t look at Dean. There’s a black, charred area along the wall and on ceiling above the stove. The stovetop will have to be deep cleaned to get the foam out of the burners. Castiel might have to call somebody in to get them to light again. “You can go now. Thank you.” Dean snorts and tugs Castiel into a hug. His coat smells faintly of smoke, but Dean’s own sharp, masculine scent bleeds through enough that Castiel feels himself calming still.

“Aw, don’t be mad, babe. Be happy you have such a handsome firefighter boyfriend here to save your ass from your terrible cooking.” Castiel huffs, but can’t help nuzzling deeper into the hug.

“It wasn’t that bad,” he says which makes Dean make a choking sound while trying to hold in a laugh.

“Cas, you have a black accent wall now.”

“Shut up.”

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At the sound of the Impala on the driveway, Castiel looked up from his work. Dean’s heavy footsteps sounded on the pavement. Cas looked at the clock as he heard keys in the lock.

Dean was trying to be quiet, he probably hadn’t seen the light in the living room where Castiel was sitting. But even from far away, Castiel could hear his soft breathing, the shuffle of his feet as he got out of his jacket.

“I’m still awake.” He called and a moment later, Dean appeared in the living room. His hair was a mess, his clothes dishevelled and there were smudges of ash on his face, together with something dark, red or brown. Blood. There had been at least one fire tonight, Cas knew.

“Angel, shouldn’t you sleep? It’s late.” He looked tired, exhausted even, but at that moment he only seemed to worry about Castiel, which was crazy. Cas had been safe, at home, with the door locked, grading harmless high school papers while Dean was out there saving people from burning fires, which gave him at least ten different ways to either die or get heavily injured.

“Dean, you’re injured. What happened? Are you okay? Come on, sit down, I’ll get you-“

“The blood’s just from a nosebleed; don’t worry about it.”

Castiel’s fingers shook as he pushed the grades and his half empty cup of tea aside. He made Dean sit down on the couch, on which he agreed right away. He put his feet on the table with a soft groan as Cas gently touched his face.

“That’s not just a nosebleed, Dean, tell me.”

Castiel looked at his husband sternly, who looked back partly amused, partly sorry.

“I fell, from the ladder, which is pretty stupid, but I’m fine. Honestly.” He gave Cas a tired smile while he examined the scratches on his face.

“I’ll clean your face. No, stay here.” Without listening to Dean’s protests, Cas hurried off and came back a minute later with a bowl and a first aid kit. He settled on his husbands lap and started to softly pat a wet cloth on Dean’s dirty and scratched cheek.

“You should be a nurse.” Dean joked. His arm slid around Castiel’s waist to secure him. “Why didn’t you go to bed? You knew I had a late shift.”

Castiel didn’t answer right away, busy with putting ointment on the red spots.

“I couldn’t.” He admitted. “I couldn’t go to sleep without you. Without knowing…”

It had always been that way. Dean working late meant no sleep for Cas until he heard the familiar sounds of Dean coming home. He pretended to be asleep for a few times, just to make Dean feel less bad, but he could only relax when Dean was with him.

His job frightened Castiel constantly, he knew the dangers. But he also knew how important it was for Dean to do this, and he would never make him get another job.

“I’m here now.” Dean said gently. His fingers traced a familiar pattern on Castiel’s back, blindly marking the birthmarks there. “I will always come back, you hear me? I’m not leaving you.”

“You can’t be sure.” Castiel said, they had this conversation many times. He patted the last blood away and cleaned up the water and kit. As he washed his hands in the kitchen, Dean stood behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close.

“And you can’t promise me you won’t get hit by a car tomorrow. We’re both vulnerable. We all are. And that’s scary. I’m just taking advantage of that to save other’s.” He kissed Cas’ hair as he relaxed against his shoulder.

“I know. I’m just- scared.” He turned around.

“I know.” Dean repeated before kissing him tenderly. “But so am I. That means we care, right? Come on, let’s go to bed.”

As Cas slid under the covers and snuggled up to Dean, he finally felt comfortable. Dean’s warm, strong arms felt protective around his body, and lying on his chest to hear his heartbeat was one of the most comforting things ever. Dean pulled him closer, as if lives depended on it.

“Saturday tomorrow.” He slurred, his voice deep and thick.

“Yes.” Cas whispered, smiling, because they both had a day off.

“We could stay in bed all day… Or go out, if you want.”

Castiel smiled again as he felt Dean’s nose in his hair.

“We’ll see.” He didn’t mind what they would do, as long as they would do it together.

the way to Dean’s heart is through lame puns 

Nametags by Beginte

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 7,924

Summary:  In which Cas the writer fills in for Charlie who works at a coffee shop, and he wears her coffee-shop-logo t-shirt… with her nametag. Enter Dean, a smoking hot fireman searching for a perfect coffee. Dean instantly is attracted to the handsome, dark-haired, blue-eyed Charlie and cannot forgive himself for failing to get his number. When he comes back the next day, however, Charlie somehow is a redhead girl, and no one seems to know anything about the blue-eyed wet dream…

Affectionate Mistake

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by sporadic_obsession

“When Dean first heard of ‘professional cuddlists’, he snorted at the idea that anyone would pay to have a person to hold on to, for a few hours. It seemed like a stupid idea, really… but then he remembered that people paid to have sex with complete strangers, too, and suddenly the cuddling seemed much more honorable than that.”

Words: 3777, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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Say It

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by palominopup

A tropical storm moves up the eastern coast, leaving high winds and rain. The men and women of the Savannah Fire Department and Angel Flight are still on duty, trying to save lives. When the call goes out that a helicopter has crashed, Dean and the rest of Station Seven rush to the scene. Dean says a silent prayer of thanks that his boyfriend had the night off, but at the crash site, his world implodes.

This is Dean’s story of hope and regrets.

Words: 5481, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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I’m planning to apply for a job as an illustrator in children’s book publishing company, so I’m preparing mini portfolio for that and… I think Destiel AU somehow happened here >_< Baker!Cas so busy with his new pie recipe, he didn’t even notice how badly something else was getting burned in the kitchen. Good thing firefighter!Dean was there to save the day!

Some more firefighter!dean and single dad!cas stuff I thought about over the last week: