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You'll never know dear, how much I love you

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Destiel. Occasionally nsfw. Love to talk about fem!destiel. Header art by Linneart.
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Fourth place goes to the story ‘Unwritten’ by the lovely @thebloggerbloggerfun 
What can I say? This soulmate AU absolutely warmed the cockles of my heart! Also love how at the end it wasn’t immediately all sappy and rainbows, and that you instead chose a more realistic approach for their first meeting. 
You were probably one of the first people I followed on here, but everyone who doesn’t yet really needs to go check out your amazing blog! Congratulations, you rock!

Dean had heard this story a thousand times already.

“- and as soon as I saw her I said,” Sam continued with a breathless laugh, “Ma’am, I’m sorry but you can’t leave the library through the fire escape.” He looked over at Jess who smiled coyly and lifted up her pant leg to show those exact words imprinted across her calf like a tattoo.

“So then what did she say?” Anna asked, obviously enraptured by the story of how the two soulmates had met just a few days before.

Sam grinned slyly and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt to pull it aside, revealing the words “Watch Me” marked on his skin.

“Then we kind of just stopped and stared at each other for a while once we realized what had happened.”

“You don’t know how many library fire escapes I’ve used over the years trying to find him.” Jess said with a playful slap against Sam’s shoulder.

Dean watched as Sam gazed into Jess’s eyes with more adoration than he’d ever seen his brother give to anyone.

They were obviously perfect for each other.

“Excuse me,” Dean mumbled, and pushed his chair out from the bar counter. Faintly, he could hear Jess asking Sam if they’d said anything wrong as he swung the bar door open to leave.

He could almost imagine Sam’s practiced speech.

“No,” he’d say. “Soulmates are just a touchy subject for Dean. He - he doesn’t have one.”

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This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, and I once let Gabrieltake me clothes shopping.

Cas gets out of the taxi as he’sushered into the hotel by the doorman and later by the concierge. Check in’squick but nerve wracking; he at least made sure to get his own room, butknowing that Dean’s somewhere else in the hotel both thrills and scares him.Later today, he’ll actually get to meet Dean face to face for the first time.

Holy shit.

Dean and Cas have known eachother, unofficially, for years. They first met as pen pals through school, backwhen they at least lived in the same state. They kept it up after the schoolproject ended, even when Cas ended up leaving Kansas. Then they started middleschool and started doing online games, and they were actually able to heareach other for the first time.

Cas very muched liked hearing thesound of Dean’s voice.

By college, they were videochatting somewhat regularly (and Cas tried very hard not to think about howpretty Dean was). Now they’re adults, a year or two into their careers, andboth of them found themselves in New York on the same weekend.

“We’ve gotta meet up,” Dean hadsaid with such finality, like it wasn’t even an option notto. “Do all the touristy stuff together. Statue of Liberty. Wall Street, Maybehit Broadway.”

Cas was too much in love withDean to refuse. He knows it’s foolish. Dean’s a friend, a good friend, but he worries that meeting him in person will be a huge let down.Maybe they just don’t mesh face to face. Maybe the attraction Cas feels doesn’texist outside the realm of technology and online interactions. Maybe it does,but it’s completely one-sided.

When he gets up to his room,there’s a little note on the door.

Cas,

I got the hotel to put our roomsnext to each other! Taking a nap but wake up up around dinner. I’m that roomover there →

— Dean

P.S. Can’t wait :)

Cas definitely reads the note adozen times while he unpacks and gets settled into his room. Dean is right nextdoor. Dean is sleeping fifty feet away from him. He and Dean are goingto have dinner.

It’s hard to find distractionswhile he waits until an acceptable dinner time. He showers, reads, tries towatch TV before realizing he’s flipped through all the channels three times.And it’s only three thirty.

To force himself to stopobsessing over Dean being so close, Cas gets dressed and goes for a walk. Heexplores the blocks around the hotel, gets a few knick knacks for his siblings,and does not check his watch every ten minutes. Nope.

He gets back to their floor justafter five. That seems an appropriate amount of time, right?

After he knocks on Dean’s door,Cas finds himself holding his breath. This is it. He’s moments away fromactually meeting Dean Winchester.

There’s noise from inside theroom, then the click of the lock. The door pulls open just a bit to reveal avery tired looking Dean Winchester. His hair’s a mess, he’s squinting into thehallway lights, and he’s wearing nothing but his boxers and a thin shirt.

Well, at least the attractionstill exists in person. Yay?

“Cas?” Dean grunts. “Shit, whattime is it?”

“Five fifteen.”

“Already?” Dean yawns and motionsfor Cas to come into the room. He flicks on a light as he walks towards thebed, grabbing some sweatpants to pull on. They sit low on his hips, and Cas hasto force himself not to stare. “I really wanted to take you out someplace niceto eat, but now I’m thinking room service if that’s alright with you? Jetlag’sgot me like a bitch.”

Knowing Dean, it’s probably notthe jetlag. It’s whatever he took before his flight to keep him from freakingout.

“Room service is fine. We can puton a movie.”

“Awesome. Love the way you think.”

They go all out on what theyorder. Steak and lobster, a bottle of wine, fresh baked cookies with housemadeice cream for dessert. Between the two of them, it’s all on their company’sdime, so why not? They eat on Dean’s bed, backs to the headboard and feetstretched out and occasionally touching.

Another worry dissolves: theycompletely got along in person. Maybe even better than they do digitally.

They stay up late. Neither reallywants to leave and go back to bed, and they both have a late start tomorrow…But Dean starts rubbing his eyes a lot and Cas can’t stop yawning. Both ignoreit. At some point, without either realizing, they fall asleep slouched againsteach other.

Cas wakes up with warm armsaround him, and it takes him a good five minutes to realize why he’s so damncomfortable and then who is providing that comfort. Dean’s arms arewrapped around Cas’ waist, their legs tangled together; Dean’s head is restingright under Cas’ chin. This is the best

“Dean?” His voice is sleep roughand he has to clear his throat to try again. “Dean?”

“Shh. Sleeping.” His griptightens around Cas. Light snores tell Cas that Dean has no intention of movinganytime soon, so Cas lets himself fall back asleep.

The next time he’s woken up, it’sto the feel of Dean’s morning wood rubbing urgently against his thigh.

It feels amazing.

“Cas…” Dean gasps when he seesCas blinking awake. “Cas, can I…?”

Cas shifts so their cocks areslotted together. He’s not completely hard yet, but he’s getting there. Deangroans when he feels Cas is as hard as he is, then keeps rutting into him.

The last of Cas’ fearsdisappears: the attraction’s mutual.

“Fuck,” Dean groans. “Wanted thisfor so long… so excited when I knew I’d get to meet you… Please please please…”

Cas kisses Dean, morning breathbe damned, and stops Dean’s babbling. He lets Dean’s hips do the work to bringthem over the edge. When they come, Dean collapses and starts mouthing at Cas’neck.

“I’m so damn glad you like meback.” His fingers thread into Cas’ hair as he nibbles at Cas’ ear. “And Ican’t wait to fuck you later tonight.”

“Mmm,” Cas hums in agreement.That does sound nice. “I look forward to it. Let’s shower so we can get ourwork stuff out of the way.”

“Like you read my mind…”

They don’t end up getting to allthe touristy things they’d planned on, but they get full use out of Dean’shotel bed.

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Dr. Novak (AO3)

“Awww, come on, Sammy,” Dean pulled a face. He’d been dumb enough to promise that Sam could pick what they did that day if Dean got to pick where they ate last night. Turducken Slammers didn’t seem worth it now that Sam had smugly announced they were going ice skating. Dean hated ice skating. He hated ice and anything that didn’t involve him keeping his feet on sturdy ground.

Plus he thought the skates looked stupid.

“You said I could pick, Dean, and I wanna go ice skating,” Sam told him firmly, a smile tugging at his lips. “I used to go a lot in college, and Jess said she’d come with me when she gets back from visiting her mom. A deal’s a deal, Dean.”

Dean sighed, knowing he was defeated and he didn’t have any leverage at all to change Sam’s mind. Still, he grumbled the entire drive to the ice rink, and was still grumbling when he was handed his skates. Sam just wanted to see him fall on his ass and embarrass himself. Well, he’d get his wish. Dean had done this exactly once, and had spent most of his time sitting on his ass. The rest of the time was spent trying to get off his ass once he was sitting on the ice.

There was nothing good about ice skating at all, and nothing good could come of this trip.

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I Do

Square Filled: Scenting

Ship: Destiel

Rating: Gen

Tags: A/B/O, meet cute, fluff, weddings, alpha Dean, omega Castiel

Summary: Castiel forced himself to go to his ex’s wedding because it felt like the right thing to do, but attendance was only a painful reminder that he was an aging omega with slimming hope of finding a mate. At least the garden where the wedding is being held is suffused with the gorgeous smell of flowers…

Word Count: 2981

Written/Created for @spnabobingo

Um so in all honesty this is really a birthday fic for @diminuel, though a few days late…I’ve been in the mood to write fluff and I thought she might like some too. But then I thought, hey, I can make it work for bingo, so wth, it’s a bingo square too. Happy Birthday, hun!! I hope you had a great one!!! <3

Watching the man Castiel had once thought the love of his life mate and marry a different omega proved less pleasant than Castiel expected. Not that he’d thought to enjoy Michael’s wedding – going had felt like an obligation, a way to prove he wasn’t going transform into the epitome of a catty, spited omega once Michael bit the knot with Adam – but he hadn’t expected it to hurt. He was over Michael. He truly, truly was, he wasn’t just telling himself that. Watching Michael bend Adam over an arm, lapping at the blood from their newly-formed bond, evoked so many hopes and dreams that Castiel had once cherished for his future – their future.

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Your ficlets blow my mind. Can I request a destiel one where they fall in love online first? If there was chubby!dean I would probably cry

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Cas has been suggesting they meet up for a while now.

It was easy to deflect him at first. They don’t live in thesame city (though they do both live in California), and Dean really is busy with work. But he doesn’t likelying to Cas, and what semi-real excuses he does have wear out quick.

He hasn’t yet told Cas the real reason he doesn’t want tomeet up, because it’s embarrassing as hell.

The truth is, Dean always had this idea in the back of hismind that before he and Cas finally met up he’d have gotten himself in shape.

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No Regrets

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2tSEHV3

by Seraph_Novak

While Castiel is hosting an empty funeral for a homeless man, a soaking wet stranger wanders into his church. If it weren’t for the rain, they never would’ve met. Maybe it means nothing. Or maybe it means everything…

Words: 2821, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 24 of Destiel One-Shots

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2tSEHV3

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First Days and First Assumptions

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2sO9beg

by aalwaysbethere

The first day of school after summer break is always a bit of a mess, that much first grade teacher Castiel Novak can confirm. But defying the odds, everything went well. That is, if you don’t count his first encounter with Dean Winchester.

Truly, first days can be a real pain, but first assumptions might even be worse… most of the time.

Words: 1643, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2sO9beg

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Cas ismortified.

His company occasionally has fire drills to make sure everyone’saware of the safety protocols for an evacuation. That’s completely normal andexpected, and honestly nothing more than an annoyance that disrupts the workday. They happen regularly enough that Castiel only sighs when he hears thealarm go off. He gets up and files out of the building with the rest of his coworkers.

… Except he falls on the last few steps in the stairwell, twistshis ankle, and has to be carried out of the building by Gadreel.

“This is the worst day ever,” Cas grumbles as Gadreel carries himto the front of the building. “It’s a drill and I get hurt.”

“At least the paramedics will arrive soon to help,” Gadreel offers.

“… What?”

“It wasn’t actually a drill. Gabriel started a fire in the stafflounge. Something about a defective toaster. A fire truck is on the way, andthe EMTs will be able to check your ankle for you.”

“… How is that any less embarrassing?”

Gadreel frowns. “Embarrassing? What’s embarrassing about needingmedical attention?”

Before Castiel can say more, the sound of sirens drowns out theirconversation. After the initial wave of firemen go inside to take care of thefire, Gadreel flags down one of the EMTs.

“What happened?” the man asks. And of course, because the universeseems intent on making this day as uncomfortable as possible for Castiel, theEMT is easily the most attractive human being Castiel’s ever laid eyes on.

“Uhh…” he says stupidly, drowning in green eyes.

“Sir, are you okay?” He turns to Gadreel. “Is he in shock?”

“I don’t think so. He and I were having a conversation up untilyou arrived,” Gadreel says. “He twisted his ankle and wasn’t able to walk onhis own, so I carried him—”

“I’m fine!” Castiel butts in, his cheeks burning up. He does notwant the pretty man to know he had to be carried bridal style out of thebuilding. “It’s just a little sore. I’m sure all I need is a brace orsomething.”

“Well, let’s take a look, shall we?”

Oh god, his smile is blinding. Cas is so screwed.

Gadreel mercifully disappears into the crowd and it’s just Cas andthe EMT.

“So you fell coming down the stairs?”

“Yes. Landed funny.”

The man takes off Cas’ shoe and sock, gently probing his ankle.Cas hisses a little.

“That hurt?”

“Yes. How does it look?”

“Well… what’s your name?”

“Castiel.”

“Well, Castiel, it looks like you have at least a sprain. Might bebroken, so I’m going to recommend going to the hospital for some x-rays.” Andthere’s that smile again, but apologetic and so damn cute Cas is pretty surehe’s never going to recover.

“Oh. That’s… unfortunate.”

“If you need a lift, you can come with us in the fire truck. I’dbe happy to come with you if you don’t want your boyfriend over there to misswork.”

Castiel frowns in confusion as he follows the man’s gaze toGadreel. “Gadreel?” Cas can’t help but laugh. “His cubicle is across from mine.I assure you, he’s not my boyfriend.”

“Well, offer still stands. Want a ride with us?”

Trying not to seem too eager, he actually manages to be calm as heanswers: “Yes, I think that’d be best.”

The firemen check the building and open up most of the floors forreentry. The floor with the toaster incident is still smokey, so that’s closedoff for the rest of the day to clear out. Once that’s done, the EMT—whointroduces himself as Dean—helps Cas into the truck bed and they head to thehospital.  

True to his word, Dean sticks around while they wait for a doctorand keeps him company.

“Castiel. Kind of a weird name.”

“I know.” Cas sighs dramatically. “I’m named after an angel. Myparents went through a religious phase, as evidence by my name and my brothersBalthazar and Samandriel. They also went through a distinctly non-religiousphase, which is why I also have siblings with completely average names likeMichael, Hannah, and Jimmy.”

“Wow,” Dean whistles. “That’s a lot of siblings. I’ve only got onebrother. Must’ve been rough growing up with so many of you in one house.”

“I suppose. I certainly learned to share.”

Dean laughs (possibly the most beautiful sound Cas has everheard), and they talk about their respective families until the doctor showsup. By the time Cas is allowed to leave (thankfully with just a brace, since itwas a severe sprain and nothing worse), he’s really not looking forward tosaying good-bye to Dean.

“So… Want me to give you a lifthome since you shouldn’t be driving?”

If it were anyone else, Castielwould point out that he could easily take a cab. But he doesn’t want to letDean go just yet.

“I would appreciate that.”

The drive turns into Dean helpingCas up to his apartment. Which turns into the two of them ordering takeout.Which turns into a movie night. Which turns into Dean coming by the next day tocheck on Cas. Soon it turns into Dean staying at Cas’ apartment pretty muchevery night, long after he’s lost the brace.

So while it’s completelyembarrassing to tell people the story of how he met his boyfriend, Cas is morethan willing to endure it if it means he gets Dean.

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Dean and the Doula

Cas is a doula, guys.

“Fuck. Fuck!” Sam’s voice cuts through the phone and Dean winces and holds his cell phone back from his ear.

“Sammy,” Dean says in his calmest voice. “It’s gonna be fine, man. I’ll be at the hospital in like ten minutes, okay? And you’re only an hour out. So just calm down, hang up the goddamn phone, and drive your ass safely there, alright? Eileen is fine.”

Sam’s reply is a garbled growl followed by a tense, sharp exhale. “Okay. Okay, you’re right. Eileen said her doula’s there already.” He sighs again. “Fuck. Okay, it’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, man. She’s cool. Her, uh, doula’s there, man. Everything’s okay.” Dean spends the rest of his drive soothing his brother – after making sure Sam’s got the phone on bluetooth speaker rather than holding it in his hand like a jittery idiot. Until he pulls into the hospital’s parking garage Dean wonders, what the fuck’s a doula?

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The maternity ward is quiet this time of night. It’s past normal visiting hours so Dean just passes crisply pressed nurses wearing patterned scrubs, a couple women huffing as they pace the halls with planetary bellies, and a few new parents with deep bags under their eyes clasping newborns in varying states of wakefulness. Eileen’s room is at the end of a nice, quiet long hallway painted rose petal pink. Anne Geddes prints pockmark the walls. Everywhere Dean looks he sees flowers and babies and he thinks, shit, I should’ve brought a bouquet with me. As it is, he’s going empty-handed into the hospital room where his brother’s wife will be giving birth. He knows he’s just a placeholder for his brother who’s been out of town working on a case the past two days. Maybe the gift shop’s still open. He’ll sneak down after Sam arrives.

Dean’s not sure what to expect when he gets to Eileen’s room. Given what he’s seen in movies, he’s braced himself for screaming, preternaturally strong hand holding, and possibly some Exorcist level demonic glares at any man who dares cross the threshold. What he doesn’t expect is to walk into a dimly lit room. Two softly glowing rose salt lamps sit on a table near the bed and the air in the room smells like springtime lilacs. A TV screen at the far end of the room displays rolling ocean waves on an idyllic sandy beach. Eileen isn’t on the bed, her face contorted in rage. Instead, she’s settled on a large exercise ball, belly out, slowly rolling her hips. Her face is calm, relaxed and smiling as she signs something across the room. Eileen is turned slightly away from the door, so Dean turns to see who she’s signing to and freezes.

Hot guy alert.

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Castiel goes this way to work every morning. He walks down main street to grab a cup of coffee and maybe a donut, then stops to wait for his bus. If he’s early, he’ll talk to the owner of the flower shop right next to the bus stop, otherwise he waits patiently on the bench and people watch.

Today, though, Castiel has to abandon his post at the bench. It’s close to the curb which normally doesn’t matter, but after a weekend of rain, there’s a huge puddle that keeps splashing onto the sidewalk. Castiel’s by no means meticulous about his appearance, but he doesn’t like the idea of showing up for work in wet shoes and damp pants.

He stands on the corner, just far enough away to avoid the spray whenever a car drives past, and drinks his coffee. 

There’s another unforeseen complication from all the rain over the weekend. Along with the rain came high winds and knocked over or otherwise damaged buildings throughout the city. Castiel’s apartment building came out unscathed, thankfully, but he saw plenty of overturned signs on his walk this morning. At this particular intersection, the power is out and a crossing guard is directing traffic. 

Castiel admires the skill with which the officer helps the pedestrians cross the street while making sure none of the lanes of cars back up. He waves cars through while pointing and giving an okay sign to the people crowded on street corners waiting to go. In some ways, he’s more efficient than the actual street lights are, though Castiel suspects it must be exhausting.

(And admittedly, some of the fun of watching is noticing how handsome the officer is. He’s tall and lean and has bowlegs that Castiel can’t quite take his eyes off of. Castiel almost wishes he had to cross the street here instead of take the bus, just so he could have a chance to get a closer look at the man.)

There’s a young man, though, who’s not paying attention. With his headphones in, he’s playing around on his phone and completely ignoring everything and everyone. He doesn’t see the officer tell people to stop walking or notice the cars starting to move and even as he steps out onto traffic, the young man doesn’t so much as slow down. 

Even when a car horn blares and the officer blows a whistle, when the crowd screams in shock and fear because the road’s still wet and the car can’t stop!, the young man keeps on walking. 

Without knowing what he’s doing, Castiel throws his coffee aside and jumps into the street. He’s close to the kid, closer than the officer is, and he barrels into him just before the car skids past them into the intersection. The edge of Castiel’s trenchcoat has been run over, but otherwise both of them are fine and the rest of traffic has stopped around them. 

There are cheers and applause, but all Castiel can hear is the kid yelling at him.

“Get the fuck off me! You crazy? The fucking hell are you-?”

The officer pulls the kid to his feet and holds him in a vice. 

“You stupid little…” He stops himself from saying something worse and instead points a finger at Castiel. “This man just saved your life. That car-” He points behind him. “-just about ran you right the hell over because your dumb ass couldn’t bother to pay any fucking attention. So you apologize for being a dick and thank this man and let the rest of us go about our days.”

The kid blushes, looks around to confirm that what the officer said was true, and then looks up at Castiel. “I’m sorry… I didn’t realize… Thank you-”

“It’s fine,” Castiel says as he brushes himself off. “You’re welcome. Please be more careful in the future.”

And then the kid runs off. 

“Shit man…” The officer shakes his head. “That was really brave and really stupid, by the way. I appreciate it, buddy, but next time-”

“Castiel. My name’s Castiel.”

“… Well, I appreciate it, Castiel, and I know that kid will too when he gets over the shock of how colossally stupid he is, but next time try to make sure you don’t get yourself killed, too. No heroics, okay?”

“I’ll try to leave to the ‘heroics’ to those more qualified,” Castiel says with an eye roll. 

“… Did you just use air quotes?”

“Did you just insult me for saving that boy’s life?”

“… Touché.” The officer runs a hand over his face. “Look, I gotta get back to this. I uh… You did a brave thing, and I shouldn’t be being a dick to you about it, especially after the kid was a dick about it. So why don’t you let me make it up to you?”

“And how exactly would you be doing that?” Castiel asks skeptically. 

“Dinner? Or uh… maybe lunch this weekend, if you’re free?”

“Is that a flirtation?”

“A flirtation- fuck, you’re adorable, too. Look, I figure a guy like you who’s willing to risk your neck for some random kid can’t be half bad.”

“How about dinner tonight?” Castiel reaches into his pocket and offers him a business card. “Call me when you’re available and we can discuss where and when.”

“Awesome.” The officer smiles broadly as he accepts the card. “I’m Dean, by the way. I just realized I did this ass backwards, asking you out and then introducing myself.”

“It’s alright, Dean. You can make that up to me over dinner as well.”

“I look forward to it.”

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Title: Liminality Author: theartofangirling Rating: Teen Pairings: Dean/Cas  Wordcount: 4879 Warnings: Implied Homophobia, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting

Stuck at an airport at 2 AM, Castiel Novak meets Dean Winchester. Neither of them realize that their lives are about to be changed.

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Title: Begin Again Author: profound-boning Rating: T (for cursing) Pairings: Dean/Cas (past Lydia/Dean, Sam/Amelia R., Jimmy/Amelia N.) Wordcount: 4993 Warnings: none Summary: Single father and English professor Dean Winchester accidentally strikes up a conversation and then a friendship with Castiel.

“Why Professor Winchester,” she mocks. “You’ve got someone special on the line and you’re ignoring them for us?”
“Zip it, Chambers.” He points a finger at her. “Y’all are great, but not that good. We clear on that?”
“Sure,” Krissy teases. “As long as they know they’re coming in second to Billy Pilgrim right now.”
“Everyone comes in second to Billy Pilgrim. Hashtag life hack.” Dean retorts.
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Of Nosebleeds and Soulmates

Soulmate AU where your clock starts counting from the moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate.  
As Castiel looks down at his favourite sweater, now partially soaked in his blood, he can’t believe he waited  22 years, 29 days, 18 hours, 56 minutes and 37 seconds for this.
Based on this post by @silentpeaches that I’m sure everyone and their grandma has seen by now.
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“Cas.” Anna looks at him sweetly as she takes a seat opposite him. “Can you get me chicken nuggets?”

“You literally just ordered your food,” Cas says, nodding his head at the tray she’d set down between them.

“I know, but I got stuff from the Chinese place and the McDonald’s queue is too long,” she replies, giving him her best puppy dog eyes. “Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

Cas rolls his eyes, pushing away from the table. “Fine.”

“You’re the bestest little bro in the world!” Anna grins, handing over some money.  

“Bestest isn’t even a word,” Cas mutters as he dodges people left and right.

Castiel hasn’t been standing in line for more than a few minutes when the man in front of him - gesturing wildly to the redhead next to him - hits him in the face. Hard.

Cas’ head snaps back and he hears an “oh fuck!” but he doesn’t know if it’s him who says it or someone else.

“Shit, shit, I am so sorry,” the man says, bringing his arms up but then dropping them to his sides like he doesn’t know what to do with them. “Fuck, you’re bleeding.”

Castiel can feel blood trickling down his neck and can taste it on his tongue and it’s the most unpleasant thing in the world right now. He wrinkles his nose in disgust but that just sends a wave a pain through it and he winces.

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Title: As I Am Author: LoversAntiquities // tragidean Rating: Teen Pairings: Dean/Cas Wordcount: 2935 Warnings: None Summary: 

As a goodwill gesture to his parents, Castiel, living halfway across the country, returns for the summer to his hometown to help tend their farm, and incidentally, attend their church as well. As mindless as each Sunday service is, though, he can’t keep his eyes off Dean, the church’s resident pianist, his skilled fingers sliding across ivory keys with utmost ease. It’s not until he catches Dean sneaking out during each service, though, that Castiel discovers why he’s perpetually silent, and the real meaning behind the darkness under his eyes. 
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(literally) falling for you; a deancas au

SPN Writing Challenge | @padaleckhi​ vs. @cutiepiejared Prompt: Coffee Shop AU Pairings: Destiel Word count: 3k Tags: Teen and Up Audiences, Fluff, Awkward Encounters, Doctor!Dean, Barista!Cas 

Summary: Cas’s luck with attractive customers isn’t the greatest, so Balthazar is determined to give him pointers when a cute doctor with green eyes comes into their cafe.

Author’s Note: I’m not going to lie, this is nowhere near what I originally planned when writing this fic. It was going to be longer a lot more angsty, but now we’ve got awkward coffee shop owner Cas and plastic surgeon Dean instead? Notes before going in: warning for a very, very, very, very, VERY unrealistic doctor encounter, probably cheesy dialogue, and unbeta’d writing, okay?

Let’s open a twenty-four hour coffee shop, she said. It will be fun, she said.

Fun? Fun, my ass, Cas thinks to himself as he cleans the espresso maker for the upteenth time that night. The burn on his hand from earlier throbs when he brushes it against the still warm machine, and he’s pretty positive that there is a nice line of chocolate sauce on his forehead from a latte gone wrong.

With a sigh, Cas throws the rag he was using in the sink and leans back against the counter. The clock reads 10:39 PM, and the first of the morning crew won’t be in until five. He can feel a headache coming on from the combination of overwhelming coffee stench, Gabriel’s playlist blaring over the speakers, and loud customers, so Cas breaks his own rule and leaves the counter unattended. He trudges over to the break room and throws open the door, then lets out a breath of relief once the noise is gone and he can hear himself think again.

When Anna came to him five years ago and asked him to open up The Celestial Cafe, he was completely enamored with the idea. It was always a dream to own a business, and Anna’s location on Fifteenth Avenue with the aged, brick walls and the rugged charm was too good to pass up. He never knew the amount of work that would be needed for running a twenty-four hour cafe would require though. Coverage for the night shifts was almost impossible to find, and usually fell to the him and Anna working with their brothers, Gabriel and Balthazar, until the morning people came in at five. The staff of college students they hired to work during the day could not figure out what “cleaning up” meant, and usually left coffee grounds spilled over the floor for Cas to vacuum when he came in at night. Plus, working with family wasn’t always the easiest walk in the park. While he loved each and every one of his brothers and sisters, being stuck in a six hour shift with them wasn’t always pleasant. Balthazar was usually too busy flirting with anything that walked to actually run the register like he was supposed to, and Gabriel’s constant snacking on the pastries they sold usually left sticky fingerprints all over the work area. If it weren’t for Anna’s calm demeanor keeping them all together, Cas is positive this place would’ve gone under long ago.

He breaks out of his reverie when he hears the door open behind him. Anna enters with her arms crossed over her chest and her eyebrows pushed down into a line.

“Cas, where is Balthazar?” she asks with a plastered on grin, but there is a clear tone of annoyance in her voice.

“Probably trying to chase down Beyonce while she’s in town,” he deadpans, walking out of Anna’s way when she angrily brushes by.

“He was supposed to be working the register tonight!” she exclaims. “I just came out of the back room and found a line of three people waiting to be served.”

Cas blushes and rolls back on his heels. “Uh, sorry about that, Anna. I was covering for him and I left my post.”

Anna runs her fingers through her hair and plops down on the break room couch. Her eyes have bags under them from the already long night and Cas walks over to take a seat next to her. “You shouldn’t have to cover for Balthazar when it’s not your turn to run register. Luckily I came by and was able to help before Gabriel got his hands on the customers. They were three very attractive ladies and I can only imagine the lewd things he would say to them.” She lets out a frustrated groan as she pulls her knees up to her chest and lays her head back on the couch. “Why is running a business so difficult?”

He reaches over and brushes the hair out of Anna’s face. “Perhaps we should get some actual help for the night shifts instead of relying on our erratic brothers,” Cas suggests with a head tilt.

Her lips turn up in a mischievous grin. “Then who would entertain us? Balthazar and Gabriel practically are a show unto themselves. How boring would three AM be without them?”

“It’d be like watching paint dry,” Cas replies, and Anna knocks him on the shoulder with her own. “As frustrating as they are, we do need them around to keep afloat.”

“Now that is a scary thought,” she says, then gets up from the couch before reaching over to ruffle Cas’s hair. “You’re a good brother, you know that?”

“Why, I am flattered!” a voice calls from the doorway. When Anna and Cas turn, Balthazar is there in an obscenely low cut black t-shirt, his work apron tied around his waist like a jacket. “I didn’t know that you cared, Anna Banana.”

“Don’t you dare call me that when you’re an hour late for your shift,” Anna says sternly as she points a finger at him. “We’ve got customers, you know.”

“And I’m sure that Cassy and Gabriel handled them perfectly while I was away,” Balthazar replies. He unties the apron from his waist and throws it on before continuing. “Besides, did you really want me coming into work unshowered after having a ménage à…what’s the French word for twelve?”

Anna’s nose crunches up in disgust while she glares at him. “Your depravity is beyond comprehension, brother.”

“And yet you love me anyway!” Balthazar calls loudly, and Anna just shakes her head before she leaves the room.

“Ah, sisterly love. There is nothing like it,” Balthazar says with a smirk, then turns his attention to Cas. “Now, let’s get down to real business. How angry did Anna seem before I came in?”

Cas picks at the flaking paint on the wall next to him and tries to avoid eye contact with his brother.

“That bad?” Balthazar questions when Cas doesn’t answer.

“She was already angry at Gabriel for eating all of the crepes. Your lateness just pushed her ever further.”

“Dammit,” he mutters under his breath. “I need her in a good mood tonight!”

“Do I want to know why?” Cas asks with a raised eyebrow.

Balthazar rubs the back of his neck and says, “I need to get off work for a R.E.M concert…on Black Friday.”

Cas just tosses up his hands and tries to push past Balthazar, but his brother is blocking the door. “You’re joking.”

“I wish I was, Cassy!” he exclaims, “but you need to understand. It’s a reunion concert! R.E.M will probably never tour again and I need to be there!”

“Not on Black Friday! It’s our busiest day of the entire year and it’s all hands on deck all day long. Anna will never let you go.”

“But I need to go to this concert,” Balthazar whines like a petulant child. He practically pouting now, his mouth pushed down into a hard line while he leans against the door frame. “Do me a favor and talk her into it, Cas.”

Cas can feel his eyebrows fly up at Balthazar’s obtuse request. “Do you really think that I am going to Anna on your behalf? Why would I do that?”

Balthazar grabs him back the back of his t-shirt and turns him towards the little window that looks out into the cafe. “That’s why,” Balthazar says as he points at a customer sitting by the window.

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Black Eyes and Bruised Hearts

Written for: @destielonfire ♥♥ Prompt:  I would really love a destiel drabble please ^^ can you do my absolute fav trope: enemies to lovers, maybe mixed with the soumate trope? Pairing: Dean/Cas Word Count: 2,820 Tags/Warnings: enemies to lovers, soulmate AU, injuries, bar fights, drunkenness, happy ending

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Dean was happy to drown his bad day with several beers and more than his fair share of fingers of whiskey. He had always thought that making a business of his enjoyable hobby would be the best thing that happened to him – except people were picky and people were hurtful when things didn’t go their way and people didn’t seem to want to pay Dean what he was owed for the time he spent on their restorations. So he was angry and most of the way to drunk and he knew Benny, the bartender, was giving him the eyebrow as he scowled into the fizz of his beer. He really wasn’t up for caring though, and only huffed at Benny as he handed him a glass of water along with his next beer.

The bar was heating up with the amount of people standing around and chatting. Dean sighed as he stood up and headed outside to get some fresh air. His step was wobbly as he navigated the people and it was only when he felt a shoulder bump into him, spilling his drink down his shirt that he stopped, turned and socked the first guy he saw, assuming it’d be the guy who knocked him.

The guy went down hard, clutching his face and wasn’t able to catch himself as he knocked into a table on the way down.

“Dean!” Someone yelled behind him. The pain in his knuckles seemed to sober him up some and he realised that the rest of the bar had gone silent around him, only the soft tune of atmosphere music was still playing. There was a hand gripping his upper arm, stopping him from going at the guy again.

The guy was completely floored, clutching his side with one hand and his eye with the other. Dean breathed heavily as he forced himself to loosen his fist at his side.

“Dean? C’mon brother, we don’t need none of that in ‘ere.” There was a tug at his arm but Dean didn’t move, he just stood and stared at the guy on the floor, shocked with himself more than anything. It wasn’t like Dean to lose his cool over such a minor thing.

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For the @deancas-sweetheart challenge!
1k, au, meet cute

Dean steps into the bar with an appreciative sigh, rubbing his hands together as his eyes take in all the options.

“Do you have to be so obnoxious about it?” Sam grumbles from behind him. He spots a table and pushes past his brother to claim it.

“Oh, come on, Sammy, get into the holiday spirit!” Dean chirps, eyes still scanning. 

“There is no holiday spirit,” Sam says. “It’s Valentine’s Day. You’re a horny old man about to prey on the loneliness and dejection of some poor man or woman.”

Dean pouts. “I’m not old.”

“That’s what bothered you about that sentence?”

The eldest Winchester gives an easy shrug and slips off his coat. “Look, Sam, it’s the circle of life. Some poor sap’s plans on the most romantic day of year gets ruined. They’re lonely and upset. Standards lower. I sweep in, offer something quick and fun that doesn’t leave them alone for the night. Everyone leaves at two a.m. feeling happy.”

“Yeah, that’s pathetic,” Sam quips.

“No, pathetic is sitting alone at a bar on Valentine’s Day while your brother scores because I just spotted a touchdown at twelve o’clock.”

Sam follows his brother’s focused gaze toward the bar and finds a man with messy dark hair hunched over a beer. There’s no one next to him and he’s fiddling with his phone. He’s the picture of someone who was stood up. And apparently Dean’s next victim. 

“Oh, Dean, leave the guy alone, he looks sad.”

“That’s why I can’t leave him alone, Sammy!” Dean crows. “Gotta spread the love. Okay, wish me luck.”

He doesn’t wait for Sam to respond, just swaggers toward the bar, summoning his legendary smirk.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greets, sidling up next to the man, leaving just enough space between them to be respectful but obvious. “Can I buy you another drink?”

Dean didn’t really know what he was expecting once he saw the man’s face. He kinda just saw that thick waist and even thicker thighs and let instinct take over.

Whatever his downstairs brain had been conjuring, it certainly hadn’t included eyes bright as blue fire burning away all of Dean’s cool with a look that was disinterested at best

“I’m not your sweetheart.”

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