hey, sweetheart

[deancas-sweetheart]

Update for 2019

Hello all,

Unfortunately, we will not be running a third round of the Hey, Sweetheart challenge in 2019. While we have loved the experience over the past two years, your mods simply don’t have the time this year. We do, however, encourage you to take the spirit of the challenge and apply it to your other works! 

Thank you for your understanding, and happy new year!

--teacass and pomegranatedaffodil

[deancas-smolthings]

Signups open today for the Dean Cas Smol Things Challenge!

This is a mini challenge for art or fic between 500-5000 words that begins posting on September 10th!

Dean and Cas must be the focus of your piece, and it must prominently feature something very smol. Guinea pigs! Bees! Chibi characters! Dean Winchester’s sense of self worth! The choice is up to you!

The full set of rules can be found here.

You can sign up here!

Please join us for this celebration of smol things in the SPN Universe!

[deancas-sweetheart]

Hey there :) will there be a new round in 2019?

Hello! Unfortunately, it’s still too early for us to say one way or the other. Things have been busy for both mods and while we’d always want to run this challenge again, we can’t make any guarantees at this point in time. Sorry for the vague reply, but we appreciate your enthusiasm!

[deancas-sweetheart]

Thank you to everyone who participated in the second round of this challenge! We had another fantastic year, and you can find all of the submissions from the 2018 edition below.

By Any Other Name by A_Diamond

Dean calls Cas baby and sweetheart and darling, and he doesn’t understand why Cas only ever calls him Dean. Until he does.

Church and State by HollyBlue2

Dean calls Castiel sweetheart while at work in front of a patient which goes against their personal relationship rules and despite now being married, they still have to work through it.

Dean’s Gift by donnawooza

Castiel gives Dean, a very special gift for his birthday. The only problem, the gift doesn’t seem to like Dean and Cas being Sweethearts.

Eyes So True by edgarallanrose

Dean would like to blame the alcohol in his system, or even the Valentine’s spirit that he hadn’t been aware of until about forty-five minutes before, but the truth was he just really wanted to kiss Cas.

Fly Right Home to You by Dogsled

Dean is drinking alone at a bar when a low, seductive voice takes over the microphone. It’s Castiel Novak, a local country singer, and he’s entertaining friends and well wishers with his crooning melodies. Unfortunately for Dean, he’s never heard anything so instantly intoxicating in his life as Cas’ voice, which makes it hard to get up from the bar and make a quick escape.

Fort Netflix by mscaptainwinchester

When Cas develops a blanket obsession, Dean tries to be supportive. It pays off in the cuddliest of ways.

Half-Past Eleven by kiasqueaks

It was the quiet that always got to Dean the most. 

keep the lovelight glowing by vaudelin

“It’s unusual to see a diner so festive,” Cas says once they’re seated, his gaze swaying around the dimly-lit room.

Dean shrugs. “These kinds of places live and die on the fifties vibe. It’s practically law they have checkerboard floors.”

Though he’s staring at his screen, Dean catches Cas’ head tilt in his peripheral. “That isn’t—the streamers, Dean. The balloons.” His hand comes up from the table, curving toward the aisle.

And that… Dean shakes his head, like he’s imagining it. He glares at his phone, swipes to the calendar just to be sure.

Let It Slip by zaphodsgirl

Dean always comes over to spend time with Cas when he’s upset.

love around the corner by sternchencas

Castiel works at the library and finds notes hidden in the returned books, addressed to him. Will he find out who’s sending them? 

Love like we’re young by adela_19

Dean is married. He has been married for some time now to his great love, his college sweetheart. So why after so long does he still get so lonely? Castiel’s famous band is on the road again and Dean is pushed by his outraging emotions to do something he never thought he will: go on a plane. When things don’t turn out as he planned, Dean is left to piece himself back together. Will he have to that by himself?

Not Your Baby by candybarrnerd

Cas has noticed that when Dean is outwardly affectionate, it doesn’t seem to be directed at him. He tried not to let it get to him. It still did.

Of Mice and Murmers by fallenandthefaithless

Exhausted after a long series of hunts, Dean falls asleep to the sounds of an animal documentary Cas had found on television. When he wakes the next morning it’s to find Cas silent and strange.

Oh, How I Love You by QuillsAndInk

Mornings like these made loving Dean easy.

Out into the Woods by oceanbluecas

When Cas takes Jack off somewhere secluded to teach him how to control his powers, Dean’s left at home feeling disappointed. He just got Cas back, and now the distance feels worse than it ever has. They talk daily, easing the ache in Dean’s chest a little, but everything changes when Cas sends The Text. It’s up to Dean to figure out what to do with it.

Please, Professor? by courie969

Castiel’s in danger of failing Professor Winchester’s Classic Lit course and decides to ask for some extra credit.

remember this feeling by superhoney

The Olympic Games bring together the best athletes from all over the world to compete for the opportunity to bring pride and glory to their countries. For American hockey player Dean Winchester, this second trip to the Games is another chance at the gold medal he’s dreamed of since he was a kid. He thinks he knows what to expect: fierce competition and grueling games.

But he never expected Castiel Novak, the Russian speed skater with something to prove, to become an unlikely ally along the path to the podium.

Sweetheart Dance by firefly124

Dean hated cases in high schools these days, but at least this one wasn’t a musical.

(tell me that you) love me, babe by remmyme

“Thanks, snookums,” the man deadpans, giving nothing away, and with a brisk turn on his heel is striding towards the door, and while it should be impossible with his casual speed and the lack of an indoor, gusty breeze, the man’s tan trench gives the strongest impression of dramatic billowing Dean’s ever actually seen. Because this is real life, not a goddamn Billy Wilder film. And also, what the fuck.

That’s Why I’m Your Sweetheart story by hartlessfiction, art by cryptomoon

Dean didn’t think his life could get any better. He had the mate of his dreams, a really nice apartment in the heart of the city, and a comfortable position at one of the leading architectural firms. At least that’s what he thought when he stepped off the elevator after a long, late shift at the office. The smell of cookies baking is supposed to make a man feel happy and hungry, but Dean sensitive nose it sparks a warning bell. There’s no other explanation for it, Cas is stress baking.

The Promise in a Kiss story by destimushi, art by aceriee

It’s Valentine’s Day and the annual County Fair is in town. Dean uses this chance to do something he’s been meaning to for a long time.

The Sweetheart Next Door by noxlee

Dean just bought a new house. And the next-door neighbour? Smoking hot.

Untitled by whichstiel

Inheriting the throne was once the only thing Prince Castiel dreamed about. Today he gives up everything to be with the man of his dreams.

Waiting in the Wings by seraphwrites (flightoftheseraph)

Castiel an injured hunter stumbles into a town and meets an angel who may just have be having the same rotten luck he is.

Wake Up, Sweetheart by breathingdestiel

“Cas, baby, c’mon. Wake up,” he begged. “Wake up, sweetheart.”

His heart thumped as images of Cas never waking up raced through his brain. He didn’t remember the last time he was this scared.

You Called Me Sweetheart by WhiteRoseOfRivendell

A lone angel stands at a quiet grave. He mourns and loves, but can’t bring himself to say the word goodbye.

You’re Cute When You’re Unconscious story by osirisapollo, art by cryptomoon

Dean is not really accustomed to waking up with someone in his bed… but he could get used to it.

[deancas-sweetheart]

Hello, sweethearts!

Technically, yesterday was the last day of the open posting period, but we still have a number of participants who have signed up and not yet posted their fic or art. If you are still hoping to submit a piece for this year’s collection, please send us a quick email to [email protected] and let us know how things are going! 

[breathingdestiel]

Written for @deancas-sweetheart

word count: 2.7k

tags/warnings: roommates!au, best friends to lovers, sick!cas, caring!dean, love confessions, first kiss, fluff, brief dean/lisa.

summary: “Cas, baby, c’mon. Wake up,” he begged. “Wake up, sweetheart.”

His heart thumped as images of Cas never waking up raced through his brain. He didn’t remember the last time he was this scared.

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Dean was in the middle of making tea for Cas when his phone rang. He checked the caller id and smiled.

“What’s up, nerd?”

“Hey, Dean,” his little brother’s voice greeted him warmly. “Just checking to see if we’re still on for tonight.”

Dean frowned, racking his brains, but unable to remember what plans they had made. “Tonight?”

“The double date,” Sam said and Dean could hear his bitch face. “I can’t believe you forgot.”

Having no idea when he had even agreed to a double date, Dean silently cursed himself, but he definitely didn’t want to admit it to Sam of all people.

“I didn’t forget. I was just distracted for a moment,” he responded. “And don’t worry the date is still on.”

“Problems at home?” Sam teased. Just like he always did when the subject of him and Cas still living together came up.

“Cas is sick and you know how grumpy he gets when he’s sick. I’ve been taking care of him.”

Grumpy perhaps, but Dean didn’t mind a bit. In fact, he found it endearing.

Speaking of Cas, he remembered that he ought to put some honey in Cas’s tea. He knew how much Cas loved it.

“He is an adult, you don’t have to take care of him,” Sam said.

“I know that,” Dean frowned, not understanding what Sam was getting at. “But he’s my best friend. I want to take care of him.”

“Yeah, you always were a mother hen.”

“Hey, you love it,” Dean grinned. “I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, Eileen and I will meet you two at Donnie’s, okay?”

Dean’s lips pulled up into a satisfied smile. Now he knew where they were going without having to ask and admitting he’d forgotten. “Of course.”

After hanging up, Dean leaned against the counter and scrolled through his phone to find a note or something that would remind him when exactly he had agreed to this.

“Dean!” Cas yelled, his usually deep voice even deeper. “Where is my tea?”

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[kiasqueaks-blog]

Half-Past Eleven

It was the quiet that always got to Dean the most. 

That silence that overwhelmed and rushed over him like a wave, somehow highlighting the hum of the air conditioning, the soft flutter of curtain that always seemed amplified and caused a light shiver to run down his back with his hyperfocus, the desperate desire of a man who needed to focus on anything but himself.

There was another sound suddenly, the light rasp of a door swinging open across the grain of the carpet that chafed under Dean’s skin and a shiver of desire ran down Dean’s freckled back while his pulse quickened.

He knew who it was, the lightest scent of ozone and soap came in with the draft of air from the open door and it settled around Dean, easing his shoulders even as his pulse raced, and his heart leapt into his throat like a jack rabbit. He felt like he would simultaneously collapse from relief and cramp from sheer tension as he waited for Castiel to walk around him enough to be visible. His stomach clenched with a pulse of need that raced through him as the man walked up to Dean and then past him, trailing a cool hand over Dean’s bare shoulder as he deliberately walked towards the lone chair in the room, settling into it and regarding Dean with a cool and calculating expression.

God, how could this man do nothing except stare at him from across the room and leave Dean in a panting, desperate mess? The older man sprawled his legs lightly as he settled, the tight jeans he wore seemed painted onto the older man’s body and there were several long moments where Dean forgot to breathe as he knelt… waiting and watching the raven haired dominant before swallowing as Castiel rose and stalked forward on bare feet.

There were times, when Cas didn’t get a pop culture reference, or seemed perplexed by a simple human reality when Dean could almost forget the man was a seasoned, lethal warrior. But in times like this, where the loping grace of Castiel’s walk read nothing but predatory and dangerous… well it wasn’t hard to remember exactly how powerful and deadly his angel was.

“Hello Dean.” the man said when close enough that Dean could hear him. His voice was deep, holding the tiniest bit of rasp, just enough to whisper of desire and interest, the familiar phrase enough to melt the tension at the base of Dean’s spine, causing him to sway forward with the desire to rest his forehead against Cas’ thigh.

The man’s eyes roamed down Dean’s body as he took another deliberate step forward into Dean’s personal space, as if reading the need for Dean to ground himself and green eyes fluttered shut as Dean gave in and rested his forehead against the soft denim and let loose a shuddering breath.

The power and strength in the man’s body, the warm, spicy scent of ozone and fabric softener that Dean could only smell this close… it made him feel… safe. Safe in a way that he could barely remember feeling. The older man braced his stance so the sub could lean against him, a hand coming up to lightly rest against the back of Dean’s neck and slowly dragging it up through his hair to pet him.

“You know…” Dean’s body tensed at the quiet words that seemed overly loud, every sensation in his body heightening in anticipation for the next words, the next action of the man. He hadn’t expected the hand that was gently petting him to suddenly fist his hair and drag his head backwards. It tore a desperate moan from his throat as his eyes widened and his breathing quickened into a pant.

“It’s not polite to start fights with the local law enforcement, Sweetheart… perhaps I should remind you of your manners…”

Dean was suddenly airborne, lifted and sprawled across the bed, the edge of it digging into his stomach as his ass clenched in navy lace panties… the only thing he’d been allowed to wear while he waited. His hands scrambled, fighting the urge to flee or protest and they desperately raked against the bedspread until he could dig fingers into it and hold on tight as the first blow struck across his ass, a high wail leaving him even as his body went pliant under the strong hand holding him down.

It took three strikes across lace-covered skin to coax more sounds from him, 6 to get a sniffle and 15 to have him outright sobbing. It was true that Dean had experienced much worse in his life as far as pain went. He had survived broken bones, concussions, being stabbed and shot, he had survived sigils being burned into his bones and the torture of Hell. He had survived the mental and emotional anguish of losing his mother and to some extent his father as a child. He had survived the manipulations and the death and the evil of the world.

But it wasn’t the pain that brought forth his tears, it was the joy of feeling alive… feeling loved and cherished enough to be corrected. It was the attention and the assuaging of guilt that always hung over him.

Guilt for dying, guilt for living, guilt for trying his best and having it still not be enough.

But he didn’t have to feel guilty anymore, he didn’t have to avoid his reflection anymore. Because Cas had found him, seen him, and had found him worthy anyway. God help him but he had. And every time Castiel reminded him of that worth… through love, the last slice of pizza, his protection and even the discipline… it eased another drop of guilt and washed it away, mending the holes in Dean one spanking and correction at a time. It wasn’t ever easy… but the absolution left Dean breathless and humbled, his body willing and eager to accept the reminder.

It would be a lesson Dean wouldn’t forget.

@deancas-sweetheart

[seraphwrites]

Pairing: Destiel Tags: Hunter!Castiel, Angel!Dean, Reverse!Verse, Mild Blood,.   Word Count: 2,105 Summary:  Castiel an injured hunter stumbles into a town and meets an angel who may just have be having the same rotten luck he is. For @deancas-sweetheart

Also posted on AO3 here

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[candybarrnerd]

not your baby

Written for the @deancas-sweetheart challenge

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester Word Count: 1,901 Rating: General Tags: canonish, Dean Winchester loves the impala

Thank you so much to @mscaptainwinchester for the beta and making my splattering of words into a fic

The relationship has been a steep learning curve—has been just as hard an adjustment as learning to live as a human. Despite that, Castiel thinks it might be one of the most amazing things he has ever experienced in his millenia of existence. More amazing than seeing the first sign of life on earth, more amazing than the Library of Alexandria, more amazing than the Towers of Babylon. It has been more amazing than these things, but it’s also just as unknown—leaving Cas puzzled on more than one occasion.

He felt a familiar sense of awe every time he’s reminded of the relationship. Every time Dean’s leaned into his space to place a kiss on his cheek. Every time Dean has dropped to his knees in front of him or pulled him into bed. Every time he opened his eyes and found Dean in the bed next to him.

It felt new and amazing every time.

But it’s still been unknown. He wasn’t sure of the norms, or the boundaries. He didn’t have any basis for how to act in a relationship, so he took all his cues from Dean, learned how to act from Dean.

He’d watched Dean ever since first pulling him from Hell—so that, at least, is not new.

Apart from the fact that they are now in a relationship, not much changes. Dean hasn’t always been the most forthcoming with his feelings. He knows Dean can be aloof, can be hesitant to share his feelings, liked to play things close to his chest. It’s just one of the things which made Dean Dean. The fact has never bothered him—and afterall, Castiel hasn’t been the most forthcoming with his own feelings or affections in the past either. It’s just that—when Dean is outwardly affectionate, it doesn’t seem to be directed at him.

He tried not to let it get to him.

It still did.

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[oceanbluecas]

Title: Out into the Woods Author: @oceanbluecas Challenge: @deancas-sweetheart Rating: Teen Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester Wordcount: 10,072 Warnings: minor use of foul language Tags: Canon Compliant, divergent from s13e06 Tombstone, fluff, pining, texting, bird watching, disgustingly domestic, Team Free Will 2.0

Summary:

When Cas takes Jack off somewhere secluded to teach him how to control his powers, Dean’s left at home feeling disappointed. He just got Cas back, and now the distance feels worse than it ever has. They talk daily, easing the ache in Dean’s chest a little, but everything changes when Cas sends The Text. It’s up to Dean to figure out what to do with it.

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[quillsandink-writes]

Mornings like these made loving Dean easy. Done for the DeanCas Sweetheart Challenge @deancas-sweetheart

[hartlessfiction]

That’s Why I’m Your Sweetheart

Pairing: Destiel, Dean/Cas

Rating: General

Word Count: 2,839

My Submission for the  @deancas-sweetheart ‘Hey, Sweetheart’ fest.

Art by @cryptomoon in included in the fic

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics- Alpha Dean-Omega Castiel- Stress Baking- a terrible life AU- Fluff - Cute Castiel/Dean Winchester- Dean Winchester is Protective of Castiel -fan art - includes art- writer/artist colaboration  Link to A03

Dean is tired. Dead tired.

Fatigue pulls at the corners of his eyes, and he stifles a yawn against the back of his hand as the elevator creeps it’s way steadily up towards his apartment. He blinks wearily at the little yellow numbers, watching them slowly increase.

Dean pops the first three buttons of his shirt and pulls the knot on his tie loose, leaving it to hang limply around his neck behind his V.P. identification card for Sandover. His arms hang heavily at his sides after he retrieves his discarded briefcase and the grocery bag from the local market.

His thoughts are consumed with crawling into his obscenely comfortable bed, wrapping himself around his mate and sleeping until Monday morning. He may be an alpha, but working three consecutive fourteen hour days can drag anyone down.

A tired smile tugs at the corner of Dean’s lips as he remembers exactly why he’s had to work so late, recently. He and Cas had been mated just over six months now and Dean’s last rut had been the first time their cycles synced.

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[whichstiel]

Title: Untitled a @deancas-sweetheart story

Author: @whichstiel Rating: Mature Warnings: None Relationships: Dean/Castiel Tags: Prince Castiel, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Words: 2800

Summary:

Inheriting the throne was once the only thing Prince Castiel dreamed about. Today he gives up everything to be with the man of his dreams.

Read untitled on AO3

[nox-lee]

The Sweetheart Next Door

Title: The Sweetheart Next Door

Author: noxlee

Word Count: 1453

Summary: Dean just bought a new house. And the next-door neighbour? Smoking hot.

Tags: destiel, neighbour au, misunderstandings, awkwardness, fluff

Written for: hey sweetheart 2018 @deancas-sweetheart

Read on AO3.

[courie969]

Hey-Sweetheart Challenge

So, I actually did a challenge and saw it through for once! Woo! It definitely was a challenge for me since I don’t normally write bottom!Cas - I tend to gravitate towards bottom!Dean (he just looks so pretty when he begs, you know? haha) So anyway, here’s my piece for this year’s challenge.

Warnings for shameless smut, I guess.. because really that’s all this is. haha

Please, Professor? https://archiveofourown.org/works/13625163

@deancas-sweetheart

[deancas-sweetheart]

Hello! I just wanted to clarify your requirements surrounding WIPs. I have a really short ficlet ready for this. But I didn't have time to write everything I wanted to. I think it can standalone, but I'd like to come back to it at some point in the future and possibly write a sequel/more chapters that continue the story. Can I set up my entry as part one of a series? If I can't do that now, can I retroactively make it part of a series if/when I write more?

Hi there! Yes, you can make your entry part one of a series (not chapter one of a fic to be updated later, though) so long as it does have a conclusion that allows it to stand alone. Obviously, it’s difficult to determine exactly what that means, but we hope you’ll use your best judgement and end your story in a way that would satisfy most readers. 

If you need to discuss the situation further, feel free to send us an e-mail!

[deancas-sweetheart]

Sweetheart Dance

Rating: G Word count: 1110 Summary: Dean hated cases in high schools these days, but at least this one wasn’t a musical.

The good news was, this wasn’t an all-girls high school putting on a play about their lives.

The bad news was, this was a high school putting on a Sweetheart Dance.

“I gather that we will not be able to present ourselves as FBI agents in this setting,” Cas said softly.

“I mean, we could have until two seconds ago.”  Dean scrubbed a hand over his face. 

Two (now three) seconds ago, a wiry kid who looked maybe fourteen had popped up out of nowhere, decided they were Colin’s dads, and dragged them over to what was apparently their station in this hell dimension.  There were paper hearts everywhere.  Balloon hearts covered in glitter everywhere.

Continued on AO3.