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Dream On (you got to lose to know how to win) written by kickflaw and HaniTrash, featuring art by GlitterWitch Link to Fic | Link to Art Interspecies Breeding written by rosecarr67, featuring art by xpurdyglambertx Link to Fic | Link to Art I'd Cross Worlds For You written by masoena, featuring art by TwinOne Link to Fic | Link to Art Finding A Way written by amypond45, featuring art by pumpci Link to Fic | Link to Art Caged Heart written by jld71, featuring art by FeckedSpectrum Link to Fic | Link to Art Things We Don't Say written by LovelyLittleLeo, featuring art by xpurdyglambertx Link to Fic | Link to Art Cheers written by need_more_meta, featuring art by panties Link to Fic | Link to Art Bad Boys of Baking written by GlitterWitch, featuring art by onowey Link to Fic | Link to Art The Weight of Your Hand written by crowleysmistress, featuring art by slothserpent Link to Fic | Link to Art In the End written by xpurdyglambertx, featuring art by saudade Link to Fic | Link to Art Kiss Clause written by snackles, featuring art by TwinOne Link to Fic | Link to Art both sides of the sky written by jadolis, featuring art by samwinjester Link to Fic | Link to Art Angel Fire written by FeckedSpectrum, featuring art by slothserpent Link to Fic | Link to Art Permanent Vacation written by SamandDean76, featuring art by saudade Link to Fic | Link to Art A Second Chance written by FriendofCarlotta, featuring art by qwertyuiip-art Link to Fic | Link to Art Time Is Standing Still written by AvalonSilver, featuring art by onowey Link to Fic | Link to Art starve it out of me written by cobrodependent, featuring art by PumpkinCider Link to Fic | Link to Art Check out the collection on Ao3 here! Thank you, participants, for another round of such diverse fics! Want to join next year? Join the Discord and be sure to follow our Tumblr to stay updated on subsequent rounds!
starve it out of me
Author: @cobrodependent | Artist: PumpkinCider (@dont-open-dead-inside-net) Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester Tags: Eating Disorders, Canon Compliant Through s12e09 Summary: Sam and food, through the seasons. And Dean, trying to figure out how to take care of Sammy when Sam won't let him. Excerpt: Sam is aware that he's not coping very well. He's also aware that what he's doing is a desperate attempt to regain some tiny bit of control over his life. He's read all the literature. Sam is an expert in all of the psychology that explains his broken brain. The problem is that knowing why his brain is like this doesn't actually fix the fact that his brain is broken. It's like having Lucifer in his head again, knowing it's a hallucination, and still not being able to ignore it long enough to go to sleep. He knows he's obsessing over his food choices because everything else is spiraling away from him. He knows. He still can't make himself eat Dean's meatloaf. Link to Fic | Link to Art
Time is Standing Still
Author: @avalonsilver | Artist: @onowey
Pairing: Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester (Gen) Tags: Angst, Hurt!Dean Winchester, Canon Divergence, Platonic Soulmates, Angst and Feels, Time Loop Summary: After dealing with the crazy family of human hunters, Sam and Dean take the long walk back to the Impala at night. Suddenly, Dean vanishes and Sam feels something strong pulling him back. He lands outside the apartment he shared with Jess. He's an observer of the night that Jess burned on the ceiling and Dean came to save him. But the incident plays out differently– compared to how Sam remembers it– all three times as the night repeats. It's a time loop where Dean dies each time. Sam is desperate to stop the messed up time loop and get back to where he belongs. But that may require him confessing something he was determined to keep a secret forever. Now Sam may have no choice. Especially when he finds out Dean believes Sam doesn't need him anymore.
Excerpt: Somehow, some way, Sam had been transported back in time.
He was puzzled when his past self wasn't getting hurt by the fire. The flames lapped at his clothing and his exposed skin, but Sam didn't see burns form or his past self scream out due to excruciating pain. He just yelled out Jess's name like Sam remembered. No! No! Dean should be here by now. Where the hell are you, Dean?
Maybe if Dean got here and pulled him out to safety, this unwanted trip down memory lane would end. Sam stood by the wall closest to the entry way and sighed in relief when Dean arrived. But Dean was looking bad. He had burns on his face and he had bent down at the entryway, consumed by wracking coughs. Dean couldn't even call Sam's name before he collapsed.
No, no. This isn't right. Damnit.
He was about to check on him when his other self beat him to it.
Sam frowned when he saw how unaffected by the fire by his memory self was. The flames and fire raged around him, all angry red and orange, but this other Sam had no sign on his body or clothing that the fire had even touched him.
He didn't have the power of being invulnerable to fire. What the hell?
And why was Dean… Dean wasn't supposed to have collapsed. He was meant to save him, get Sam the hell out of the burning apartment.
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A Second Chance
Author: @friendofcarlotta | Artist: @qwertyuiip-art Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester Tags: Case Fic, Mutual Pining, Getting Back Together, Dreams and Hallucinations Summary: Two hunters, Dean and Castiel, run into each other at an abandoned shipyard. They’re on a straightforward ghost hunt. Until they’re not. Excerpt: They start sweeping the room, the EMF meter’s whine settling and spiking at times, depending on which way they go. It resonates the strongest at the bottom of the stairs, so Dean figures the engine room was never the place to be after all. Upstairs? he asks, with a single raised eyebrow and a jerk of his chin, and Cas nods. Dean watches Cas’ six as he climbs up the steep stairs. They retrace almost the exact route Dean was walking before, going slow and pointing the EMF meter into every corner. The readings keep climbing as they make their way down the hall, back towards where Dean remembers seeing a medical bay. He almost misses the figure. The only reason he doesn’t is because he just so happens to be looking at Cas, tracing the sharp outline of his profile, when something flickers to life just past Cas’ shoulder. “Shit!” He leaps backward, raising his shotgun. Cas whips around, facing the direction Dean is looking. But the thing Dean saw — what he thought he saw — is already gone. “What?” Cas asks, slowly lowering his gun. “Saw something. A ghost, I think.” “Was it Larsen?” Dean shakes his head, still puzzling through the vague impression of a pale face. Young. About their age. “No, it… did you see any pictures of the missing guy? Brendan?” Cas winces, because he knows the awful implications if Brendan is here with them — flickering in and out of existence and maybe tripping their EMF — just as well as Dean does. “You think it was him?” “Shit.” Dean runs a shaky hand down his face, trying to come down off the sudden adrenaline surge. “Yeah, I do.” Before he can even think about getting his bearings and walking back to where the EMF seemed to be leading them, Cas is yanked violently to the side. He lands hard on the floor, his head hitting the wall as he goes with an audible impact. A spectral presence looms over him in the flickering lights. Dean exhales, his breath turning to fog in the sudden cold of a telltale temperature drop. This time, the apparition is unmistakably Larsen: middle-aged, receding hairline, ill-fitting suit and the confused rage of a vengeful spirit gleaming in his eyes. Dean pulls the trigger and Larsen disappears in a spray of salt. On the ground, Cas stirs sluggishly. “Cas. Cas!” Dean drops onto his knees, ignoring the jarring impact. Cas starts to sit up, rubbing his head. When Dean checks his eyes, he looks reasonably alert. “Jesus. You alright?” “I… yes. I’m fine.” Cas rubs the back of his head again. Looks at his fingers, which are free of blood. His eyes dart up to Dean’s, and it’s then Dean realizes that their faces are incredibly close. Link to Fic | Link to Art
Permanent Vacation
Author: @samanddean76 | Artist: saudade (@entropic-saudade)
Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester Tags: Third Party POV, Injured Sam Winchester, Demon Dean Winchester, Aspirations of Waffle House Grandeur, Coffee From Hell
Summary: Bertha's coffee maker was commandeered by one fine hunk of a G-man, who seems intent on capturing a gloriously freckled bastard. With a hurricane brewing, and little else to keep her imagination at bay, Bertha feels no need to exercise caution. But once the shocking secrets are revealed, Bertha begins to wonder what the hell she's gotten herself into. Excerpt: Freckles was a vision. He swaggered into the café, gorgeous green eyes taking in everything, while a smirk shaped his lips that should be a damn crime! No one should be able to look that pretty and not be onstage twirling a baton! He ran his hand through his thick hair, which was yet another reason Bertha was going to be sobbing her eyes out if this didn’t go the way she wanted it to. But while Bertha might be making a damn fool out of herself, Freckles only had eyes for the damn coffee that had been brewed up all special for him. He sat down at the counter, grabbed one of the upside-down coffee cups that was resting on a saucer, and motioned to her. Bertha decided she could live vicariously on her memories, just like always, and snapped out of her stupor. “How can I help you tonight?” She purred out, sweet as could be. “Well,” he paused and gave her a once-over, eyes focusing on her nametag, “Bertha. I would love a cup of that coffee you have brewed up.” He gave her a crooked grin, and she decided that this wasn’t going to be so bad after all. Because really, could he truly be that bad if he could smile that sweet? Bertha grabbed the freshly brewed pot of coffee and turned back to the handsome stranger slash potential criminal slash hoped to be man-whore with a smile and poured the coffee into his empty cup. It reeked so bad, she almost couldn’t hide her need to vomit over the vile stench, but she did her duty. “Anything else look good?” she asked with a flirty smile. “Is that fresh apple pie?” He asked, even as he stared intently down at the display case. “Why, yes, it is! Made it fresh myself just this afternoon!” Bertha cheerfully exclaimed. “Well, I will gladly take a slice.” But then he paused, and his brow furrowed, “Ya know what? Why don’t you make it two? Can’t live forever!” “You’re right about that.” Bertha responded with another smile, before she moved down the counter and dished up two pieces of her famous apple pie. She’d won first place at the county fair, three years running, beating out Mavis Montgomery, leaving her in tears after her rhubarb surprise had failed to impress the judges. And now she was staring at the opportunity to show Mavis up once more. Bertha couldn’t possibly ask for more. Link to Fic | Link to Art
Angel Fire
Author: FeckedSpectrum (@19catsncounting) | Artist: @slothserpent Pairing: Sam Winchester/Lucifer Tags: Samifer, Sam Winchester, Supernatural, Amara SPN, archangels SPN, Lucifer SPN Summary: Sam, Dean, and Castiel arrive to the small resort town of Angel Fire, following the dreams that Dean has received through his bond with Amara with hopes of finding some clue for how to defeat Her. What they find is an archangel with no memory of the last 14 billion years, and no ill-will towards mankind. An archangel of light, surely the best fit to defeat The Darkness. Heylel, who will become known as 'Lucifer' when he falls. Excerpt: The devil’s voice trails off, smile fading as his head tilts forward in recognition of something, a stillness that every predator wears before it becomes violent. Sam knows, distantly, that Lucifer isn’t looking at him, still grasping at the very delusional idea that Lucifer isn’t actually here, that anything from some Amara weirdness to a fear-djinn to some supernatural creature that conjures up your worst nightmares to just garden-variety schizophrenia could make it seem like the devil got out of the box. But before Sam gets the space to recognize the sensation of rats scrambling and scratching inside his ribcage like their tails have been set on fire, Lucifer isn’t there anymore. He hears wings, the soft hush of wings that he’s almost forgotten since the angel fall three years back, and spins on his heel to see Lucifer looming over Castiel, finger pressed to the seam of his own lips, like he’s studying the angel. Like he’s never seen him before. Like he’s never seen another angel. “What are you supposed to be?” Lucifer mutters at last, following as the dark haired angel steps back, terror still working into his muted expression through wide eyes and pronounced stiffness in his shoulders, hands raised at his sides but empty of useless angel blades. The archangel rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue, but doesn’t give an inch of space to Castiel as he steps forward, barely a second without eye contact. “Okay, that’s a stupid question, I can see the similarities, what you’re the vague impression of. But, why are we making something so weak? It’s… kinda chewed on, aren’t you? You didn’t come out like that, you’ve got history.” “I’m… an angel,” Castiel ventures, a squint and confusion overriding the terror, but he’s still leaning away. It’s Sam’s turn to clap a hand on Dean’s shoulder, read the tightness of his brother’s jaw, the shock having settled but replaced by a desire to see how well clocking the devil in the face might work, as it would beat watching him vivisect their angel. Lucifer’s smile flares slowly, finger straightening against his lips, a soft chuckle follows, and finally, he steps back, pointing at Castiel. “You’re an angel. I’m an angel, you’re not anything close to an angel.” “You’re an archangel, I’m just an angel,” Castiel explains, with a subtle tension releasing from his shoulders, his face smoothing out. His voice might have gotten a little softer, all things that make no fucking sense given the fucked up circumstances and seem like a betrayal all their own, Sam’s palms sweating like the clipped angel was a security blanket that he didn’t realize he was leaning on so much. “Heylel.” Link to Fic | Link to Art
both sides of the sky
Author: jadolis (@anemori) | Artist: @samwinjester Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester Tags: Mutual Pining, Age Difference, Mildly Dubious Consent, Strangers to Lovers, Infidelity, Angst with a Happy Ending, Underage Kissing Summary: Dean is a famous actor who ends up moving back to Lawrence after things in his personal life start falling apart. Hollywood becomes too much, and he needs space away from the spotlight and all the mess that comes with it. Back in Lawrence, he meets Sam Wesson, a college student who hasn’t really seen much of the world yet but has huge dreams and a lot of hope for the future. Despite coming from completely different lives, they click almost instantly. Dean finds himself drawn to Sam in a way he didn’t expect — and in a way he knows he probably shouldn’t be. Sam is grounded, genuine, and refreshing in a way Dean hasn’t felt in years, while Dean represents everything exciting and intimidating that Sam has only ever imagined. What starts as an easy friendship slowly turns into something deeper. Eventually, they both move back to Los Angeles, trying to build a life together and figure out what they mean to each other. But LA isn’t kind, and Dean’s past doesn’t stay buried for long. Old problems, complicated relationships, and the pressure of fame begin to creep back in, putting strain on what they’ve built. Dean and Sam are forced to face whether their relationship can survive the reality of Dean’s world — and whether love is enough when the past refuses to let go. Excerpt: Dean has never been good with ultimatums and he’s never been good with saying no to things he knows he shouldn’t have. He runs his eyes along Sam’s face, takes in the tremors of anticipation coupled with dread and Dean can’t bring himself to say anything. All of this — the moment he met Sam up till now has led to this. Sam’s thumbs sneak under Dean’s cotton shirt, hands splaying across his back like Dean’s grown wings and Dean’s tongue feels heavy in his mouth. If Dean was in his right mind, he would’ve pushed Sam off him and shut the door in his face. There’s no world in which an eighteen year old sleeping with a twenty something married man is okay, but it’s Sam. It’s Sam. Dean could be surrounded by everyone in the world but he’d still look for Sam out in the crowd. Dean supposes that’s what’s wrong with this whole situation. If he sleeps with Sam, it’s not going to be just sex. It would be so much simpler if it was just sex. “Sam, you should leave.” Sam stares at him, mildly drunk and undeterred. “Tell me you don’t want it.” “It’s really late and —“ “Just tell me.” Dean could break his heart right here, push him away. He should be the responsible adult here. Dean does nothing to try and squirrel out of Sam’s tight hold. The truth is, there’s no place in the world he’d rather be. “You know I can’t,” Dean says. “You know.” Sam’s eyes flare. Like what Dean said is exactly what he was afraid of. When he speaks again, his voice is low, something sacred just for the two of them. “I think —“ he stops, clears his throat. “I think this could be something good.”
Dean doesn’t think. Dean knows, but he doesn’t say that.
“Don’t you think so?” Sam asks, mouth parting like he’s gearing up to say something. “Dean.”
“Shut up.” Dean says. “Don’t say my name like that, I need to focus.”
“Like what?”
“Like that, you know what I’m talking about. Just shut up.”
Sam, miraculously, shuts up.
Dean can no longer hear the chatter from Sam’s friends at the beach and it’s quiet out there, except for the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore and it feels like it’s just them here. Just them. Sam hasn’t moved, he’s still got his hands on Dean like it’s going to take a crowbar to pry them off and fuck, Dean has never looked something like this in the face and wanted it so bad before.
“We can’t do this.” Dean says, and he tries to back up into his room but it’s pointless. “We’re… you’re… you’ll regret this someday and I’ll be taking advantage of you and it’s not right, it’s just not and —“
“Who are we to decide what’s right and wrong?” Sam says, lips bitten so red that Dean starts to wonder if that’s his nervous tick. “We’re good together. You know this, Dean.”
And Dean does know this. He knows he gets along with Sam the way he’s never gotten along with anyone and Sam understands him, knows him better than most. Sam can read him like an open book. Sam. Sam. Sam. And Dean’s brain is on that one-way track again. Dean’s teeth dig into the inside of his cheek. “I don’t — I don’t know,” he manages to mutter before Sam brings his face in close and says:
“I know. Isn’t that enough for the both of us?”
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Kiss Clause
Author: snackles (@destielpirate) | Artist: TwinOne (@twinone1221) Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Crack Fic, First Kiss, Jealous Dean Winchester, Sastiel Crumbs, Sam third wheel Winchester, Mutual Pining, Bickering Summary: Demons aren't the only ones who seal the deal with a kiss, apparently Angels do it too. And Cas is handing them out like candies. Dean figures if he can't stop him, he might as well use it to his advantage and strike a few deals on his own to earn Angel kisses whenever he likes.
But it's a dangerous game to play because the more kisses he gets, the harder it is to stop, and maybe pushing Cas away is easier than facing how he really feels.
Excerpt: The hunt for the spell brought them to a crossroad. Crowley meets them on a crossroad, “Fine, Feathers, I’ll lend you the bloody spell.” Before Dean could even calculate the cost of dealing with the King of Hell, Castiel took an advancing step toward Crowley and the demon raises a brow, and Dean is more than certain what is exactly about to happen when Cas keeps closing the distance between the demon. Dean isn’t thinking when he practically leaps forward, taking two big strides in a desperate attempt to stop what is about to happen, he grabs a hold of Cas’ arm, and slams another one his hand over Cas’ mouth like a kidnapper taking away the prey. The angel’s back flushed against his own chest. “That’s not necessary,” Dean snaps to both of them, hearing some muffled voice of Cas as he struggles in his arm. Crowley’s smirks widens into something evil, “Oh, I like this new arrangement!” Cas tries to squirm in the hold which earns a response, “OH, HELL NO. This is illegal. That’s a demon, Cas!” Dean scolds, his voice sharp with a mixture of fear and fury. Dean looks at Cas who is in his arms, his back pressed against Dean’s chest, and has apparently stopped struggling, his blue eyes staring into Dean’s. The angel's hand is holding Dean’s wrist where it covers his mouth, his fingers lie above the pulse point and Dean is afraid that he can feel the thrumming beat of his heart. Crowley mocks, breaking the tension between them, “Jealous, Squirrel?” Dean lets out a big sigh of both frustration and yeah jealousy. “Fuck off!” he glares daggers at Crowley, holding the angel protectively. “Wasn’t eager to see you get off of each other either,” Crowley smirks before snapping his fingers and disappearing into thin air. The road went silent again. Dean doesn’t release Cas, he knows Cas is powerful enough to throw him off, and he waits for the strong shove or a harsh push which never comes, yet the angel remains pinned against him even after Crowley is gone. Becoming selfish for a moment, Dean keeps his arms wrapped around his angel, he holds Cas close, breathing heavily from the screaming contest with Crowley, and he bet Cas can hear the racing of his heart too. He takes a moment, shifting face to nuzzle near Cas’ ear, calming himself with the heavenly scent. “Please, Cas” he whispers, a plea hanging in the quiet air, not sure what he’s asking for? To stop Cas from kissing a demon? or to stop him from kissing everyone else, or was it a plea of invitation to kiss him instead? He let out a huge, shuddering breath and felt Cas’ shoulder relax, and the pretense that he was intervening for Cas's safety collapsed. All that was left was an aching, desperate need that his mind refused to process as anything other than panic. He was completely lost, but he couldn't let go. His thoughts take over the rational part of his brain when the pad of his thumb traces Cas’ lower lips, rubbing away the traces of anyone else or that’s what he thought it was, to scour the spot clean of anyone else’s memory. He wasn’t kissing him, but claiming the territory back, marking the Angel with his own touch as he felt Cas’ suck in a quiet gasp. “Please!” he whispers again, barely audible, his breath falling on Cas’ skin who shudders in his arms, it's a small reaction that felt like a spark igniting everything Dean is trying to contain.
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In The End
Author: @xpurdyglambertx| Artist: saudade (@entropic-saudade) Pairing: Dean Winchester/John Winchester Tags: Rape/Non-Con, Father/Son Incest, Guilt, Trauma, Apocalypse AU, Protective John Winchester, Depictions of Violence Summary: This AU story follows John Winchester, his eighteen year old son Dean, and his 3 year old toddler, Sam, and how they discover who the true monsters are in this new, cruel world in the aftermath of the Croatoan Apocalypse. Excerpt: John’s dreams were never peaceful, and tonight was no exception. The fire had burned low, the cabin dark save for the faint orange glow from the embers in the stove. It was just enough to cast long shadows along the walls as John twitched where he lay sprawled across his bedroll near Sam’s cot. He dreamed of Mary—of her standing at their old kitchen sink in Lawrence, Kansas, humming softly as she washed dishes, sunlight streaming through lace curtains that weren't stained with blood and dust. Her voice was exactly how he remembered it. And then she turned around—those sweet green eyes weren't looking at him with love anymore. They were full of horror. Of disgust. The front of her sundress was disheveled and covered in blood. The golden locks of hair that cascaded to her shoulders were tangled and matted, and the skin on her face was ashen and bruised. Suddenly, her mouth gaped open in a horrifying scream, one that made John jolt back and fall on the floor. Except when John woke from where he'd scrambled from his sleeping spot on the floor, it wasn't Mary's screams that had woken him; it was Dean's.
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The Weight of Your Hand
Author: crowleysmistress (@crowleysmistress) | Artist: @slothserpent Pairings: Nick/Sam Winchester, Michael/Dean Winchester Tags: Grief, Episode 14.01 Insert, Angelic Possession, Unreliable Narrator, Past Cage Trauma, Apocalypse Hunters in the Bunker, Sam Has a Beard, Past Samifer Summary: Sam remembers the grief counselor that was a shapeshifter and convinces Nick to each take a turn being Lucifer for the other in an exercise of release and grief healing. If things don't work exactally as Sam imagined, well that is a risk one takes with Lucifer. Excerpt: Sam has casually stepped away, out of his reach. “I’ve been thinking.” A joke about it smelling like something is burning would probably not go over well with Sam, with the whole mom, girlfriend and Hell stint. Oh well, at least Nick knows he is hilarious. Shit he should pay attention, Sam is on his soap-box of earnestness. “...could help us both process.” “Sorry, Sam. I got a little confused. Can you repeat that?” Nick sits on the edge of the bed. Sam bites his lip, “No, it’s my fault. I’m sorry.” Nick doesn’t correct him. A voice in the back of his head whispers, he’d look so much better crying on his knees. Nick looks at the spot between his legs longingly. Then looks up and smiles at Sam. He moves his head, slightly, tilting it sideways, an invitation. In another life, an order. He sees Sam’s eyes falter and the quick swallow. He encourages him to continue. “How can it help us both process?” Nick makes sure his eyes are wide in innocent hurt, his neck stiff, he never made that movement. Sam closes his eyes. He almost squeezes them shut. He breathes rapidly, his chest heaving. He is top heavy, Nick observes him, his bosom. That isn’t so important, his wife was small chested. What he likes, he realizes with sudden insight into his perversion, is how tightly wound Sam is. It’s the fear that is dripping off of him. That is making him feel more alive than he has felt in the past weeks, since he survived Lucifer. Slowly Sam regains control. Nick looks down. Lest Sam discover how he has been reacting. “I know that at least for me it has been very hard to…let go. Last year when we were on a case we saw a shapeshifter that helped people process grief by taking on the shape of their departed one.” Sam balances awkwardly from one foot to the other. “I don’t understand.” “Well, since you already look like him.” “Because I was his vessel, you want me to be your little shapeshifter grief counselor? Sam blushes, “Well, you aren’t a shapeshifter. You’d just be you. But letting me pretend it’s…” “You plan on giving me a script, Sam? Because the Lucifer I know isn’t very kumbaya and if we rely on what I got in my memories it’s gonna get dark real quick.” Nick’s voice is full of anger. “It’s just an idea.” Sam retorts defensively. “Pretty stupid one. What are you even going to do? Oh Lucifer, I miss you. Kiss me please.” Nick then proceeds to make kissy noises. “Fuck you.” Sam slams the door loudly on his way out. Nick feels gleeful. That night the nightmares are a bit crisper. He says yes and the light is so intense it is burning him, consuming him. His skin bubbles and he digs his fingers into his molten flesh. Tearing at the man until he can almost feel the dark Angel underneath.
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Bad Boys of Baking
Author: Glitter Witch | Artist: @onowey Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester Tags: Baking AU, Reality TV, Fan Boy Castiel, Love and Lust at First Sight, One-Sided Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester Summary: Castiel signs up to compete on his favorite reality TV show, Bad Boys of Baking, hoping to catch the attention of Host and Baking Star, Dean Winchester. Excerpt: “You ready, Dean-O?” Charlie asks, giving him a wide grin, “Or should I say, the Bread Father?” “For the love of God, don’t call me that on TV,” Dean groans, rubbing his face. Ever since his friend had seen The Great British Baking Show she insisted on calling him that. And hey, Dean may like making bread, but he’s not about to fight Paul freaking Hollywood for the title, thanks. “How about the Kneading King? Prince of Proving? Oh, how about—” “Have I told you how much I hate you?” “Alright, places everybody! We’re shooting in 3…2…” Dean plasters on his most charming grin, hands slipped in his pockets as Charlie hops up to sit on the front table, striking a pose. “And… 1!” “Welcome to Bad Boys of Baking! I’m Dean Winchester,” he pauses to give the camera a flirty wink, “and this is my cohost, Charlie!” Charlie gives the camera a two finger salute, “I’m here with the lesbian immunity to make sure a good baker wins, not just one Dean thinks is the hottest.” “Hey Charles, I’ll have you know I’m totally, 100% impartial and not at all swayed by a pair of pretty blue eyes.” He laughs as Charlie snorts in disbelief, “Well I hope you’re ready to see some bad ass bake offs today! We’ve got the hottest bakers from all over the United States and one of these talented bastards will be crowned King of Bakes!”
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Cheers
Author: need_more_meta (@need-more-meta) | Artist: panties aka nene (@not-cute) Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester Tags: Season/Series 7, Case Fic, Oblivious Dean Winchester, Getting Together, The Monster Ships It Summary: Freshly rid of Sam’s Hell, the boys receive a curious request: a little hunt for a lot of money.
Thinking it’s a milk run, they arrive at an ostentatious mansion to check it for any hauntings. What—and who—they find inside is not what they expected. Excerpt: Just as he thought, the place smothers him with luxury from the very hall. The walls are lined with wood panels that feature elaborate gold detailing in some fancy style Sam most likely can identify. In front of them, a grandiose staircase with a red carpet rolled over it leads to the second floor. The ceiling is adorned with a circle of gold leaves and vines that hugs a giant painting depicting something that awfully resembles an ancient Greek drunken orgy. “Hey.” Dean slaps Sam’s upper arm and points upward. “Awesome, huh?” Sam looks up and shakes his head. “It’s almost like you designed this,” he says with his special judgmental fondness that makes Dean want to both ruffle his hair and smack him up his head. “There’d be more tentacles,” he says, completely serious. “Way more tentacles.” Sam wrinkles his nose at him. “I will now remove that image from my brain.” “You wish,” Dean says with a grin.
Sam heaves an exaggerated sigh and waves his EMF meter around. It stays silent.
The light streaming through the giant windows lining the hall makes Sam glow, and Dean, momentarily stunned, almost drops his device. Sometimes he feels like his kid brother has grown into a fascinating adult human being while Dean wasn’t looking, or maybe he was looking at all the wrong things. It hurts a little, but it also makes him proud and something else, a whole knot of feelings he doesn’t know how to name.
“Dean?” Sam’s voice reaches him, puzzled, and Dean realizes he’s been staring.
“You got a booger,” he says, happy to watch Sam scrub vigorously at his nose.
No matter how fascinating, Sam will always be his little brother, and that’s enough for Dean to feel on top of the world. Link to Fic | Link to Art
Things We Don't Say
Author: LovelyLittleLeo (@cerberus-s) | Artist: xPurdyGlambertx (@xpurdyglambertx) Relationship: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Dubious Consent, Codependency, Toxic Relationship, Unhealthy Relationships, Transdynamic, Transdynamic Sam Winchester, Alpha Dean Winchester, Omega Sam Winchester Summary: For years, Sam has buried his feelings for Dean and the truth about who he is beneath layers of hormones and lies. But when a hunt exposes everything, Dean’s reaction is shock, disgust, and a toxic desire to hold on to Sam at any cost. As they spiral into a dark and co-dependent relationship where desire and disgust blur, they must decide if they can survive facing the darkest parts of themselves. Excerpt: “I—” Sam started, then stopped.
His chest heaved once. Then twice.
The curse burned low in his gut. It didn’t force the words out, it simply made silence impossible.
“I love you.” Sam choked out.
The words landed like a detonation in the room. Silence followed. Dean didn’t speak, didn't move, he didn't even blink.
He just stared in confusion.
Sam stood there, exposed and trembling, barely holding himself together. His arms dropped to his sides, useless. His fingers twitched like they wanted to fight or flee, but his body was frozen. He braced himself, waiting for the floor to drop out from under him. Instead, he felt Dean’s fingers gently lift his chin, turning his face toward the confused, searching eyes of his brother.
“Sammy.” He finally breathed out. “You know you mean everything to me-“
“No, Dean…” Sam interrupted.
Sam closed his eyes, bracing himself for the rejection. For disgust. For fury. For anything.
“I’m in love with you.” Link to Fic | Link to Art
Caged Heart
Author: @jld71 | Artist: FeckedSpectrum (@19catsncounting) Pairings: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester/Jared Padalecki Tags: Top Sam Winchester/Bottom Dean Winchester, Top Jared Padalecki/Bottom Dean Winchester, Separation, Lucifer’s Cage, Reunions, One-Night Stands, Sam Sacrificing Himself, Magic, Spells Grimoires, Archangels Summary: After Sam sacrificed himself by jumping into the cage with Lucifer to save the world and stop the Apocalypse, Dean is desperate to find a way to save his brother, and he’ll stop at nothing to do that. Finding a grimoire, he uses one of the spells, hoping it will either get Sam out of the cage or send himself into it. The spell backfires in a way Dean never expected, sending him and the Impala to San Antonio, Texas, where he meets Jared, a man who looks exactly like his brother. Jared is mourning the death of his husband, Jensen, who is the exact image of Dean. Jared and Dean spend the night together, and in the morning, Dean discovers that the spell he thought had backfired might have sent him right to the person he needed most, and that Jared just might hold the key to getting Sam out of the cage. Excerpt: “I don’t care what it takes! I’ll do whatever I have to to get Sam back. He’s stuck in that damn cage with Lucifer. He jumped into it to save the world… To save everyone, including you and me,” Dean yelled, pointing his right index finger first at Bobby and then at himself. “If you think for one second I’m just gonna turn my back on Sam or not try to figure out a way to get him out or me inside the cage so he’s not in there without backup, you don’t know me very well!” Link to Fic | Link to Art
Finding a Way
Author: amypond45 (@amypond45) | Artist: pumpci (@pumpcidraws) Pairing: Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester Tags: Wincest, Established Relationship, Threesome, Selfcest, Season 15 AU Summary: While the Winchesters are dealing with Chuck and his attempts to destroy the worlds he has created, a portal from another world opens. Instead of the fancy Sam and Dean from 15x13, an AU Sam arrives in the bunker from a world where he had to kill his Dean while he was possessed by Lucifer wearing the white suit, the vision Sam had in 15x5. Other-Sam is broken and devastated. There is no world to send him back to, and they can’t very well send him off on his own, so he stays with the Winchesters, who must help him deal with his particular brand of inner Hell. Excerpt: “Sammy?” The shadowy figure in the armory is barely moving. He’s crouched in a corner, head between his knees, running his hands obsessively through his hair. He doesn’t seem to hear or see anything around him. “I think it’s another one, Dean,” Sam says softly. “Another one?” “Yeah,” Sam nods. “Another one of us. From a different dimension. Trapped between worlds. He doesn’t even seem aware of what’s happened to him.” “Well, can you get him out?” Dean’s obviously a little freaked. He’s programmed to protect Sam, any Sam, even and especially one that’s suffering like this one is. “I can try.” Sam nods. He’s already rescued HunterCorp Sam and Dean from their interdimensional limbo, so he thinks he can probably do it again. But there’s always a risk that opening another rift will send this Sam into a different world, possibly one that’s already been destroyed or is on the verge of destruction. According to Billie, Chuck’s almost done destroying the other realities. They’re running out of time. Not to mention, Sam’s got a bad feeling about this. He can tell that the other Sam is in a dark place. The guy’s wearing a white suit, and that stirs a terrible memory for Sam. He’s not sure rescuing other-Sam is really going to help him. Other-Sam may not even want to be rescued. But Dean’s adamant. “Okay, what do we need to do?” His concern for this alternate Sam is palpable, and Sam’s damned if he’ll stand in the way of that.
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I'd Cross Worlds For You
Author: @masoena | Artist: @twinone1221 Pairings: Sam Winchester & Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester/Jared Padalecki Tags: Hurt/Comfort, BAMF Castiel, Protective Dean Winchester, Hurt Dean Winchester, Boy King Sam Winchester (sort of), Rescue from the Cage, Hurt Sam Winchester, Alternate Universes, Fictional Jared Padalecki Summary: To say Dean felt alone would be an understatement; to say he felt hopeless and like he wanted to die would be apt as he knelt there at the edge of the gate to Hell that had swallowed his brother and Adam whole. The fact that the world was rid of Lucifer was little comfort to a man like Dean. He proceeded to make desperate choices that led him to a world where he finds Jared, a Sam look-a-like who, a non-hunter, who helps him process the new reality before a familiar ally pulls him back thick of the only mission and purpose that ever mattered; saving Sam from Hell. Excerpt: The entire cage started cooling down, as grace flowed outward from where Cas touched the glowing hot bars and inverted the power from hell magic to heavenly grace. His voice increased in tone, pitch, and volume with every word spoken, and along with the bright grace came dark, smoky powers out of Cas’ hands, which started making the bars of the cage brittle. It sounded like a spell, and Castiel roared out the last words, which were in Latin: “Te puerum regem inferorum voco!” (I summon thee, boy king of hell!) Dean had kept his distance and stood on the land side and not on the grace-built bridge when the cage wall burst open. It was just wide and high enough to fit a person through, the size of a manhole cover. The metal rods of the cage burst into Castiel, puncturing his vessel’s chest and crawling out of the hole; creepy, inhumane, and with glowing red eyes was Sam. He grabbed Castiel by the collar and pulled him closer to impale him further on the rod that he held as a make-shift weapon.
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