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Yay you're doing requests! Can you fuck me up with some au destiel angst? Literally any au you want. High school, bakery, hospital, I love it all! Thank youuu
Please see my angst tag. :D
Okay, so this is a few weeks late, but whatever, here’s what I posted in 2018:
For Challenges:
DeanCas Writing Challenge:
Thank You [ao3 link] (t, 8.1k) Summary: In which the students of Benjamin Edlund High School are very invested in the relationship of their two favorite teachers.
DeanCas Big Bang 2018:
Scars (e, 147.5k) Summary: Dean Winchester doesn’t answer to anybody about anything. Not about his ever changing hair color or tattoos, not his music, and definitely not about all the fucks he definitely doesn’t give. Of course, then he meets pretentious, skinny jean wearing, ugly sweater buying Castiel Edlund who’s hardest lot in life is probably alphabetizing inventory at his uncle’s record store, and suddenly Dean has to answer for everything. Castiel, on the other hand, had long since accepted his fate as an anti-social, directionless, and misunderstood soul, with his cat, Meg, and a bottle of whiskey being the only company he needed. But then fate threw him Dean, the abrasive, infuriating punk who wears guyliner, and walks around like the chip on his shoulder is something to be proud of, and Castiel’s carefully constructed life was turned ass over teakettle. After a heated exchange upon first meeting, a mutual loathing afterwards, and the glaring opposites in their lives, neither of them sees the point of mixing oil and water. Which would be all good and well, except neither of them seems to be able to stay away from the other.
For Three Sentence Prompts:
fake dating for a case
sick fic
Destiel, first kiss, awkward, Dean initiating
For Prompts:
On The Ice [ao3 link] (t, 844) Summary: Written for the prompt: DeanCas. Hockey players… They (the teams) get into an on rink fight dean or Cas gets pretty beat up so the other goes to apologize at the hospital where they are getting stitched up… And they hit it off? Along those lines :)
Something’s Gotta Give [ao3 link] (t, 2.2k) Summary: The one where the guy who lives above Dean is having crazy, wild sex every fudgin’ night, and Dean’s about as done with the store bought baked goods the dude keeps giving him as he is of the questionable noises that keep Dean up all night.
Other:
Newly Weds drabble
Previous Year’s Recaps:
[2014, 2015]
Title: Scars Author: lemonsorbae Artist: deancebra-art Rating: E Length: ~148k Pairings: Dean/Cas, Sam/Ruby, minor: Charlie/Tessa, Victor/Jo, Balthazar/Bela, Lilith/Lucifer, Inias/Michael, Crowley/Naomi, Ellie/Benny Warnings: N/A Summary:
Dean Winchester doesn’t answer to anybody about anything. Not about his ever changing hair color or tattoos, not his music, and definitely not about all the fucks he definitely doesn’t give. Of course, then he meets pretentious, skinny jean wearing, ugly sweater buying Castiel Edlund who’s hardest lot in life is probably alphabetizing inventory at his uncle’s record store, and suddenly Dean has to answer for everything.
Castiel, on the other hand, had long since accepted his fate as an anti-social, directionless, and misunderstood soul, with his cat, Meg, and a bottle of whiskey being the only company he needed. But then fate threw him Dean, the abrasive, infuriating asshole who wears guyliner, and walks around like the chip on his shoulder is something to be proud of, and Castiel’s carefully constructed life was turned ass over teakettle.
After a heated exchange upon first meeting, a mutual loathing afterwards, and the glaring opposites in their lives, neither of them sees the point of mixing oil and water. Which would be all good and well, except neither of them seems to be able to stay away from the other.
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Title: Scars Author: lemonsorbae Artist: Deancebra Rating: Explicit Pairings: Dean/Cas (minor Sam/Ruby, Tessa/Charlie, Jo/Victor, very minor Lucifer/Lilith, Michael/Inias, Naomi/Crowley, Balthazar/Bela) Wordcount: 165000 Warnings/Tags: sex then love, slow burn, hate at first sight, snarky!Cas, mother hen!Dean, domestic, dark romcom, fluff and angst, hurt x comfort, personal growth Posting: 11/9/2018
Summary:
Dean Winchester doesn’t answer to anybody about anything. Not about his ever changing hair color or tattoos, not his music, and definitely not about all the fucks he definitely doesn’t give. Of course, then he meets pretentious, skinny jean wearing, ugly sweater buying Castiel Edlund who’s hardest lot in life is probably alphabetizing inventory at his uncle’s record store, and suddenly Dean has to answer for everything.
Castiel, on the other hand, had long since accepted his fate as an anti-social, directionless, and misunderstood soul, with his cat, Meg, and a bottle of whiskey being the only company he needed. But then fate threw him Dean, the abrasive, infuriating punk who wears guyliner, and walks around like the chip on his shoulder is something to be proud of, and Castiel’s carefully constructed life was turned ass over teakettle.
After a heated exchange upon first meeting, a mutual loathing afterwards, and the glaring opposites in their lives, neither of them sees the point of mixing oil and water. Which would be all good and well, except neither of them seems to be able to stay away from the other.
Dean tosses his records on the counter, not bothering to look at Castiel; not that the douche would notice seeing as his eyes seem to be allergic to Dean’s face. “Just these.”
“Fifteen dollars,” comes Castiel’s deep rumble.
Dean’s eyes snap forward. “Say what now?”
“Two records, seven-fifty each, fifteen dollars,” Castiel explains slowly, mockingly. “No tax,” he adds as an afterthought.
“That’s a lot for two records. Hell, I could get ‘em for two bucks down at the Music Shop.”
“Then go to the Music Shop. I’m sure they’ll be grateful for your four dollars. You’ll even have money left over for some more hair dye. Although, if you ask me, it dulls your eyes.”
Dean throws a twenty on the counter, glaring at Castiel. What would he know about Dean’s eyes? He hasn’t even looked at them for more than a few seconds.
“Does the sarcasm come free here, or is that another seven-fifty?” Dean barks accepting his change.
“It comes complimentary as I have plenty to spare.”
Dean shoves his wallet back in his pocket. “Yeah, I’ll bet you do,” he grumbles, turning for the door.
Castiel’s eyes are already on his National Geographic when he mutters, “Thank you for your patronage. I don’t know where we’d be without your fifteen dollars.”
The statement is dripping with insult, and what little patience Dean was clinging to snaps. He charges the register, getting right up in Castiel’s face, their noses mere inches apart. Castiel doesn’t even flinch.
“What is your problem, asshole?” Dean snaps, refusing to back away despite the glances thrown their way.
Castiel snaps his magazine shut. “I have a problem with arrogant pricks who waste my time,” he retorts evenly like they’re discussing the weather.
“Waste your time?” Dean parrots. “Buddy, you work here. It’s your job to help customers. I don’t know where the fuck you get your work ethic from, but not everybody has the privilege of growing up spoiled and rolling in money. Out in the real world, we earn our money.”
“This real world sounds riveting. Do you have a pamphlet or something I can look at? I’d love to learn more.” Castiel’s voice remains disinterested, but his eyes spark with irritation. Dean has hit a nerve. Feeling victorious, he beams at Castiel, and not even the narrowing of Castiel’s eyes can erase Dean’s cocky grin.
“Perhaps, Dean Winchester, if you have a problem with ‘our’ privilege, you should spew your blue-collar pride elsewhere. Obviously ‘we’ aren’t worthy of such esteemed character as yours.”
Dean’s body thrums with excitement. He gives Castiel a once over, appreciating the glare in his eyes and the malice in his stance. With the guy so worked up the way he is, Dean must admit, he’s more than a little turned on goddammit.
He always has been a sucker for the feisty ones.
Rather than retort, Dean winks at Castiel and waltzes out of the shop with a satisfied lilt to his step.
The amount of sweating Dean’s doing has nothing to do with the 104 degree weather outside and everything to do with the fact that he’s planning on finally kissing Cas tonight – Cas, his best friend for his entire life, and now the one Dean knows he wants to spend the rest of his life with; sure it’s pretty cheesy and cliché to do it on the 4th of July, but ask Dean how many fucks he gives (spoiler alert: ZERO) because Cas is kinda into cheesy and cliché and if that’s what he wants, that’s what he’s gonna get.
They’ve managed to find a somewhat private spot in the seclusion of a few trees, and Castiel’s on his back, sunglasses perched on his nose, book mere inches from his face, and Dean thinks god I love this man because it may have taken upwards of ten years to admit to even himself that he is in fact in love with Cas – probably has been for his whole life – and now he’s never going to stop allowing himself to feel it, and suddenly there’re waves crashing in his chest, building higher, and higher, and higher until Dean feels like he’s going to burst – and yeah the plan was to wait until the fireworks were going, but that’s ages away (okay, like, an hour, but the thought of waiting an hour to get his mouth on Cas’s is just about the worst idea he’s heard in his entire fucking life) and if Dean holds himself back any longer… he doesn’t know what will happen, honestly, but it feels like it won’t be good.
Dean tugs the book out of Cas’s hands, tossing it onto the blanket before hovering over Castiel and pushing the other man’s sunglasses off his face – he’s gotta see the guy’s eyes; he’s met with Cas’s inquisitive blue gaze blinking up at him, and now his heart is thumping in his chest, the pounding loud in his ears – Cas isn’t saying anything, just waiting for Dean, so Dean finally takes a deep breath and though he’d planned on being more composed, words just come tumbling out of his mouth, not making much sense to him, and definitely not making any sense to Cas, “You know how much I love you, and how we’re kind of together now, and I know this is a weird time, and maybe I should’ve asked your permission first – shit I definitely should’ve asked permission first, goddammit – but it’s been on my mind ever since we made things official and I’m just, y’know, full, with, like, feelings, I don’t know – fuck – what I’m trying to say is, well I’m actually not trying to say anything, I’m trying to do something, and I thought it would be easier than this, but fuck it’s not, maybe this was a bad idea, okay yeah it was definitely a bad idea, I’m sorry, I just-“ Dean probably would’ve kept going, kept stuttering, and flailing, but Cas’s hands are on Dean’s face and he’s dragging Dean in to seal their lips together, and oh, oh, it did make sense to Cas, of course it made sense to Cas, because no one knows Dean like Cas knows Dean which is why kissing him right now, while the sun sets and a warm breeze brushes through their hair, is absolutely perfect.
Give me a pairing and a prompt and I’ll write you a three sentence fic.
destiel + sickfic!
“Just one bite, Dean, your mother said it always helps,”Castiel holds a spoon to Dean’s lips, and he can smell the tomato rice – the familiarscent of it alone offering some comfort; but he’s not a kid, he can feedhimself, he just doesn’t feel like feeding himself, or doing anything, really,other than burrowing back into his blanket cave and sleeping off the stupid summercold he somehow got hit with.
“I’ll eat it later, Cas, get that thing out of my face,” Deanwaves off the spoon, and Castiel sinks it back into the bowl, his face sullenas he places the bowl out of the way and frowns at Dean, the expression soft onhis face – Dean can tell the cogs in Cas’s brain are whirring, plotting on howto get Dean to take the necessary steps to feeling better, but Dean doesn’tneed steps, he just needs a few days to pass out and he’ll be good as new,really.
“How about a bath,” the other man offers; against Dean’swill his ears perk in interest, “with bubbles,” Cas continues, “I think I mighteven feel inclined to join you if you’re up for it-“ he trails off, obviouslywaiting for Dean to answer, and goddammit the guy is good because Dean issitting up in their bed and dangling his legs over the edge, he’s stopped,though, with a gentle hand on his breastbone, “Great,” Castiel enthuses, “I’llgo start the bathwater, you stay here and eat your soup,” as Dean watches himgo he shakes his head, goddammit the guy is good.
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deancas + fake dating for a case?
“Hello, Mrs. Donahue, my partner and I need a few minutes ofyour time; we just have a couple of simple questions we wanted to ask you-” Mrs.Donahue frowns at Dean and Castiel where they stand next to one another on hertidy, cheery welcome mat, her eyes travelling up and down the length of theirbodies with a curious, but reserved eye, as she asks, “and who are you?”
Castiel glances at Dean, ready to follow his lead; unfortunately,Dean didn’t think before he spoke when he went ahead and told Soccer Mom he andCas were partners despite them having no suits, no badges, no nothing, and he’snever been more terrible at his job than he is right now but he isn’t to bedeterred, so he smiles at the woman and chuckles, “I’m sorry, I should have leadwith that, I’m Dean and this is my husband, Cas – we’re new to theneighborhood.”
Out of the corner of his eye he sees Cas shooting him theEvil Eye of Death but it’s too late, there isn’t time to back pedal, so Deanjust nudges him in the shoulder and though Dean knows he’s doing it on the insidehe’s grateful to the guy for not rolling his eyes in front of the Mrs. Donahue;reaching down and taking Dean’s hand – his palm warm against Dean’s – he smilestoo, “Yes,” he muses in his deep, monotone lilt, “We’re very in love.”
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Thank You
Pairing: Dean/Castiel (brief mention of Jack/Alfie) Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: ~8.1k Summary: In which the students of Benjamin Edlund High School are very invested in the relationship of their English teacher Castiel and their Botany teacher Dean.
Written for the prompt High School AU given by @deancaswc lemonsorbae vs. @envydean vs @levicastho
Beta’d by @literaryoblivion
“Hey, Mr. W. Seen Mr. Novak yet? His eyes really pop in that navy blue sweater vest he’s rocking.” Krissy’s smiling at him as she crosses the room to her desk, dropping her bag next to her chair and settling in.
Dean doesn’t look up from his lesson plan – he doesn’t have to, really; Krissy Chambers has been one of his students since she was a freshman, and he’s long since grown familiar with the sound of her voice. “It’s only first period, Chambers, why would I have seen him?”
“Oh, you know,” and when Dean finally does look up he’s met with Krissy’s smirk and flashing brown eyes. “Coffee in the teacher’s lounge, strolling through the parking lot together, hall sweep…” She finishes the word with a pronounced “p” sound.
Dean shakes his head as he approaches her, hand out and waiting expectantly. “You got your homework done last night?”
Krissy huffs but reaches for her backpack. “Of course.”
“Good.” When Krissy hands him her stack of papers, he scans the pages absently. “And why do you keep bringing up Mr. Novak?” When he looks down, Krissy’s smirking again.
“I don’t know,” she says, chewing on the cap of her pen. “Why do you?”
Feeling his face flush, Dean turns his back on her and returns to his desk. “Page 118, Chambers,” he says, because while he can appreciate Krissy’s banter on most days, he has no retort for her today.
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Prompt 4 when u have time, if u feel like it: Cas has a garrison of cats(in my head they're all named after angels, xcept Crowley who pisses on all the plants, so he's clearly the devil) & Dean moves in under him(he wondered y that guy was so eager 2 lower the price!). Knocking on the door w/ an offer to pay an exorcist 4 the demonic noises to stop, he's met w/ the bluest pair of eyes which immediately turned apologetic, & a gravelly voice that said Michael&Lucifer were at it again. Dean sneezes
I saw it on those AU lists as person A of OTP has too many cats & person B is his neighbour who's allergic, & thought it was perfect, hope u don't mind! Dean would totally feel bad about telling Cas to get rid of them after he finds out he rescued most of them from shelters bc no one wanted them & seeing how hard he tries to keep them happy(even making them ramps+shelves to climb on), so he asks him out on a date+maybe says smth about knowing some1 who wants a cat (serves Sammy right anyway)
P.S. Sorry to spam your askbox (she said, spamming your askbox), apparently I really needed to talk about catlover!Cas and I couldn't seem to stop, feel free to ignore any and all the details that you want, I'll be happy with anything! :D Sending all my love, and sweet kitty kisses your way! <3
Hey, Nonnie! Thanks for the lovely message! As for your prompt, here you go!
Something’s Gotta Give
A/N: The one where the guy who lives above Dean is having crazy, wild sex every fudgin’ night, and Dean’s about as done with the store bought baked goods the dude keeps giving him as he is of the questionable noises that keep Dean up all night. - Written for a prompt.
To say that Dean’s new apartment is not the Taj Mahal would be an understatement. But it had been cheap, and Dean had been desperate, so he’d signed on the dotted line without much fanfare.
And he’s not high maintenance, he can deal with the washing machine that clanks, and the old carpet, and the missing screens on all the windows, but what he can’t deal with is the questionable noises coming from the apartment above him. Every. God. Damn. Night.
He waits a week, hoping it will stop. The noise can’t go on forever, right? But when it’s been eight days, and it’s 3 o’clock in the morning, and Dean’s staring up at the ceiling, drawn from sleep by a wild thump, it’s time to address the issue.
I just cried reading the hunter's realisation fic and idek why it was just so nice
Oh wow, thank you! That’s one of my favorite pieces that I’ve ever written. I’m so glad it was enjoyable for you. And thank you for the message!
For interested parties:
Untimely Confessions of Love and Other Things - A Hunter’s Realization in 5 Parts.
DeanCas. Hocky players… They (the teams) get into an on rink fight dean or Cas getvpretty beat up so the other goes to apologize at the hospital where they are getting stitched up… And they hit it off? Along those lines :)
(A/N: I love hockey. But the only real things I know about the sport are: The Flying “V”, and that Jack and Bitty are MFEO. So please excuse my lack of knowledge. Fill in the accurate details where they’re needed if you know more than I do. - Also because I wanted to do zero research I made up hockey teams. *thumbs up* ;D – Lexi I hope you see this! Thnx for the prompt.)
Every goddamn time they play Cas’s team all hell breaks lose. Which is ironic considering the stupid team is called the Angels. But the guys are a bunch of dicks. Their captain, Castiel Novak, most of all - and okay, maybe he’s one of the best guys in the league and Dean’s been following his career since Dean was in high school - but seriously, the guy needs to keep his teammates in check.
Of course this time is no exception. And maybe Dean starts the whole goddamn thing, but really, Cas has been chirping at him all fucking night, technically the instigator penalty should be on him. As it were Dean’s the one with his gloves on the ground, so of course he’s the one thrown in the bin.
hey fea! hope everything is going well. i was wondering if you'd be willing to write a single dad!dean whose little girl calls cas (dean's boyfriend) papa one day. both men try and choke back tears while simultaneously trying to act like thats normal?
Well, anon. You may be interested in a little fic I like to call: Our Way To Fall.
Happy reading!
Prompt: switch!Cas and Switch!Dean have lazy sex all day.
Dude, I think you’ve said all that can be said right there, tbh.