Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb:
“What Wakes The Void”
Author: Xev3n
Artist: @jiguurten
Rating: Explicit
Archive warnings: None
Length: 52,635 words
Tags: Sci-Fi Horror AU, Isolation, Existential Dread, Eldritch Being Castiel, Monster Romance
Relationships: Dean/Castiel
Commander Dean Winchester never expected deep space to feel so claustrophobic.. or alive.
When his mission fractures in the dark, Dean finds himself stranded, drifting between impossible horizons as his instruments start to fail while shadows move and blue fire flickers at the edge of vision.
He finds himself somewhere that shouldn't exist, and yet it waits, shifting, breathing, changing shape beneath Dean's feet as days and memories blur. There's no rescue coming; only a slow, uncanny sense that he's not alone.
As reality bends and desire tangles with dread, Dean is drawn deeper into the planet's mysteries, and the presence that watches, hungers, and waits for him in the void..
It didn’t distort or bend light like you would expect it to, but there was a quiet wrongness that made Dean’s skin crawl and his stomach roll over.
He gritted his teeth and slammed his fist against the manual override. "C’mon. Come on."
The ship was sliding forward - drawn somehow, instead of being propelled. He’d cut the engines some time ago but the pull hadn’t stopped - it hadn’t even slowed. Every control he touched either froze or flickered out. The forward stabilisers simply wouldn’t respond.
“Baby,” he snapped, twisting in his seat. “Engage reverse thrusters, now.”
There was a crackle from the speaker, then static, then her voice came out garbled and slow.
“In..valid--navi--tract--unable.. ree..out- received.”
“Come on!” he barked. “Reroute! Reboot! Give me something!”
The main console buzzed under his palms and lights blinked erratically. He hit the controls again, harder this time, slamming the heel of his hand into the interface, then the side of his fist, then just pounding it because it was the only thing left he could do.
The ship groaned a low, metallic sound that seemed to come from inside the hull, like it was aching. Dean stared at the viewport and wished he hadn’t. The rip hadn’t gotten bigger, it just looked closer. But that didn’t make sense. There was no change in scale. They hadn’t suddenly shifted in distance - it was just... closer. The space between him and it thinning like tissue paper soaked through.
Dean gripped the armrests and squeezed until the tendons in his hands screamed. He was not going to scream. He wasn’t. He blinked as the lights above him flickered and the ship gave a low hum. The void lay ahead, waiting for him silently.
His eyes darted to the side display.
Posting date: February 15, 2026
