we saved each other.

Summary: Kristen’s mom would probably kill her for wasting energy on something like the school musical when she should be working on bringing her grades up and applying for colleges, but she just had to audition when she found out they were performing Supernatural for the musical this year. When she gets the part of Castiel, a character she identifies with more strongly than any other, she’s never been happier—until she discovers that the actor playing Dean Winchester is none other than Siobhan, the girl she’s had a crush on for two years. Kristen’s done a good job keeping her feelings hidden, but suddenly she’s playing the part of a love-struck angel opposite the girl she’s practically in love with already, and Kristen is so totally screwed.

(Canonverse, pre-episode 10x05)

bring you back to me (Dean/Castiel | 966 words | Read on AO3)

A 10x22 coda

The floor of the Men of Letters bunker is hard and cold beneath his back, but Castiel lies there for a long time, long after the door has slammed shut behind Dean, leaving behind a heavy, frigid silence. Discomfort is nothing to an angel; not even the pain of his wounds is to be minded long, and those are nothing—nothing—to the dull ache inside his chest, the hollow broken emptiness of his failure.

By the time he pushes himself to his feet and pries his blade from where it had been buried point-down beside him, the blood below his nose has dried. It crumbles away beneath the brush of his fingers, rust-colored dust wiped away as though it had never been. The broken bones and bleeding gashes had been healing before he hit the ground, knit together by his newly returned grace, but this other agony—this will last a while.

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bring you back to me (Dean/Castiel | 966 words | Read on AO3)

A 10x22 coda

The floor of the Men of Letters bunker is hard and cold beneath his back, but Castiel lies there for a long time, long after the door has slammed shut behind Dean, leaving behind a heavy, frigid silence. Discomfort is nothing to an angel; not even the pain of his wounds is to be minded long, and those are nothing—nothing—to the dull ache inside his chest, the hollow broken emptiness of his failure.

By the time he pushes himself to his feet and pries his blade from where it had been buried point-down beside him, the blood below his nose has dried. It crumbles away beneath the brush of his fingers, rust-colored dust wiped away as though it had never been. The broken bones and bleeding gashes had been healing before he hit the ground, knit together by his newly returned grace, but this other agony—this will last a while.

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May 2, 1983

THE SUPERNATURAL GIF CHALLENGE  |  wincechesters vs. righteousboyking  round 7 | favorite lady character + favorite episode | anna milton + 4x16: on the head of a pin

"A Good Soldier"

team free will graphics challenge | wincechesters vs. nomishanocare ↳ prompt: lodi by creedence clearwater revival

breathe me in, I’m yours to keep (Carmilla/Laura | ~2.3k | Read on AO3)

The beds in the Silas University dorms are tiny, barely big enough for one person to stretch out in comfortably, let alone two. But ever since Carmilla came back seemingly from the dead, Laura’s bed has been the only one used for sleeping in their dorm.

That night, when the shape of their smiles had become too wide to be kisses anymore, Laura had taken Carmilla’s hand and tugged her onto Laura’s bed. She was too grateful to have Carmilla actually here and kissing her and alive to even consider letting her go; the other bed across the narrow room just seemed way too far away. And the smile Carmilla wore as she let herself be led was different that all the others; it wasn’t the “seduction eyes” or that familiar sardonic smirk that says she knows better than everyone else in the room. This was a secret smile, one that she would probably roll her eyes about if Laura ever pointed out its existence, and Laura thinks it might be just for her.

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breathe me in, I’m yours to keep (Carmilla/Laura | ~2.3k | Read on AO3)

The beds in the Silas University dorms are tiny, barely big enough for one person to stretch out in comfortably, let alone two. But ever since Carmilla came back seemingly from the dead, Laura’s bed has been the only one used for sleeping in their dorm.

That night, when the shape of their smiles had become too wide to be kisses anymore, Laura had taken Carmilla’s hand and tugged her onto Laura’s bed. She was too grateful to have Carmilla actually here and kissing her and alive to even consider letting her go; the other bed across the narrow room just seemed way too far away. And the smile Carmilla wore as she let herself be led was different that all the others; it wasn’t the “seduction eyes” or that familiar sardonic smirk that says she knows better than everyone else in the room. This was a secret smile, one that she would probably roll her eyes about if Laura ever pointed out its existence, and Laura thinks it might be just for her.

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It starts, as things often do with the Winchesters, because Dean is bored.

They’ve been cooped up in the bunker for weeks, no hunts, barely any visitors besides Charlie and Kevin who show up every once in a while, and nothing to distract him from the tense air filling the bunker and crushing him from every direction. Sam is mostly back to normal, finally recovered from the trials after a hell of a lot of bed-rest and a timely spell from the Men of Letters’ archives, but pissy since Dean has him under house arrest until he’s sure Sam’s back in shipshape. And Cas—Cas had eventually found his way back to the bunker after the angels fell, pitifully, awfully human and full of guilt so plain you could read it in the hunch of his shoulders and the lines around his eyes.

Weeks pass with Cas wandering listlessly from room to room, radiating self-hate and downing gallons of coffee just to stay awake, and Sam grumpily locking himself in the library or the archives or his bedroom day after day and only emerging to scrounge up something to eat every few hours. So yeah, Dean is bored: he hates research and no one’s talking and Dean’s practically coming out of his skin with the need to do something about his brother and Cas’ foul moods.

So the next time he’s out on a supply run, Dean adds a bag of Oreos and a tube of minty toothpaste to the shopping cart he’s pushing up and down the aisles. He spends way more time than is probably necessary making sure the toothpaste is white and not that sparkly green shit, earning himself a few skeptical looks and trying to look like he has intense tooth-cleaning needs and not that he’s got some weird-ass toothpaste obsession. But by the time he makes it out to the checkout counter he’s friggin’ pumped, and he even manages to exchange some harmless flirting with the matronly woman minding the register, shooting her a wink as he heads out the door with his purchases.

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Together again.

January 24, 1979

Summary: It’s been over three years since the first time Charlie met and befriended Dorothy Baum. They’ve hung out so many times over the years that it should be routine by now but this time is different: this time, they’re finally going on a date.

i had a lot of feelings so i made this thing today

The Last Great Race | DCBB 2014 | fic by wincechesters | art by spookscas

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Summary: Cas and Dean are radio DJs who host the second most popular morning show in Lawrence. They’ve been co-hosts for years at different stations across the country, and they own a house together out of necessity, even though they’re just friends. But for some reason, a lot of their listeners and even some of their friends and family seem to think that they’re secretly in some kind of relationship, which they’re totally not (besides that one time that totally doesn’t count). In spite of that, Dean thinks he’s got everything figured out, until an ill-fated on air game of Truth or Dare turns everything upside down (and the billboards around town aren’t helping either).

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September 18, 2008