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Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Dean Can('t) Explain, or Sam Considers Homophobia” 

Author: @mulletbro Artist: @colorlessjay

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Length: 25,000 words Tags:  AU- Canon Divergence, Misunderstandings/Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, Everyone Thinks They're Dating, Comedy/Humor, Sex Saves the World Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

There were moments that changed the course of Dean’s life drastically: his mom dying, carrying his brother to safety, his first solo hunt at 17, reuniting with Sam, going to Hell, and his subsequent rescue, just to name a few. And of course, who could forget the moment when he was found under Cas in the backseat of the car, leading everyone to think that they screwed?

Suddenly, Dean’s biggest problems aren’t apocalypses, demons, and monsters anymore—it’s trying to convince his family that he isn’t dating Cas. (And if he has to hear Sam say one more word about his alleged sex life, he's gonna blow a gasket)

Excerpt: 

There was Cas. Well, Cas' hips and thighs and whatever was under his pants. Those were right on face. Just Cas. Sitting right on his face.

"Hello, Dean," he said to Dean's hips as if this was normal. Dean tried to ignore that Cas' hand was dipping into the front of his unbuttoned pants. He rested his hands on the outside of Cas' thighs. And huh.

Did Cas' thighs always pull against the seam of his pants? Without thinking about it, he moved his hands over the thighs on his face to see if it was just the way Cas was positioned and nope. Dean could feel muscle under his hands as he ran them up and down the angel's legs. Huh, who knew that Cas was hiding this under his ill fitting suit. He half wondered what else was hiding under Cas' suit. He shook his head, trying to banish that thought out of his head.

Sure, maybe sometimes guys thought about their best friends like that- but it was just a curiosity thing. He didn't actually wanna sleep with Cas. That'd be gay, and he wasn't gay. It was just natural curiosity- wondering what it'd feel like if your friend sucked you off. Or what it was like to suck a dick. It didn't make someone gay. Just curious.

Before either of them could do anything he heard the car door click as it opened. Oh fuck. For a moment the only sound was the music that was still playing. There wasn't even the sound of breathing. Time felt slow- like the world itself was judging Dean for wanting a fucking moment to himself.

"Ah, hell!" Came Bobby's voice from outside. Dean couldn't see his face but he sounded pretty horrified. 

Posting date: March 25, 2026

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Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Transitions” 

Author: tea_or_die / @tea-or-die Artist: bucketofli

Rating: Teen and Up Archive warnings: None Length: 19,000 words Tags:  trans dean winchester, post-op recovery, hurt/comfort, happy ending, domestic destiel Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

 After a fallout with his situationship, Dean Winchester finds himself literally out on the streets. When he ends up in the home of his best friend to finish recovering from surgery, Dean struggles to keep his romantic feelings a secret.

Castiel would do anything for Dean, so when he plucks him off the street, it’s not a question that he’ll help Dean recover. He’s just got to work around the fact that he’s madly in love with Dean, with no hope of his feelings being requited.

Excerpt: 

As Cas pushes the door open, Dean can’t even bother to lift his head. He’d stepped into the bathtub to prevent his sopping wet clothes from dripping on the floor any further. Getting his pants off was no picnic, but eventually they’d slapped wetly onto the bottom of the tub. His damp flannel had come off, but his t-shirt had proved to be a worthy foe, fighting him as he tried to take it off without lifting his arms too high. Frustrated and defeated, Dean sat down in the tub, pressing his face into his knees.

From this vantage point, Dean looks like a frightened animal to Castiel, curled in on himself, protecting his soft underbelly. He’s completely bedraggled, his hair thoroughly soaked, rivulets tracing from it down his shins. He doesn’t look up, heightening Castiel’s worry. He moves carefully so as not to spook the man. “Dean?” he calls softly, shutting the door behind him so that they’re cocooned in the small room, just the two of them with no outside world intruding. 

Posting date: March 7, 2026

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Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “until the day i die” 

Author: @duckyboos Artist: @stonelions

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Length:  60,000 words Tags:  Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings, Found Family Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

After a decade-and-a-half living in each other’s pockets, touring in cramped vans, and songwriting in cheap motel rooms, bandmates Dean and Cas have mastered Not Talking About It, letting the music say what they can’t. They’ve spent years blurring the lines between best friends and soulmates, pouring their tangled emotions into tracks that fans scream back at them.

But their latest tour is a different beast. With sold-out venues, media scrutiny, and the suffocating proximity of life on the road, tensions reach breaking point. One late night, one too-close-to-the-bone song, and one reckless touch forces them to confront their feelings, risking the band they built for the love they’ve always suppressed.

Excerpt: 

“You are so fucking obtuse,” Cas says, like he’s delivering a verdict: ‘I sentence you, Dean Winchester, to being a dumb motherfucker for thirty-seven years’. “Like, actually genuinely dense. Were you dropped on your head as a baby or are you just this committed to missing the point?”

Dean’s jaw clicks shut. The silence that stretches tight between them is a wire pulled to its breaking point, underscored by Social Distortion vibrating through the walls from the club outside.

“Right,” he says, the word hollow even to his own ears. He’s got fuck-all else to come back at Cas with, and he knows it — he’s bringing a rusty spoon to a gunfight. “I’d forgotten what a bitch you are. That’s on me, I apologize.”

“Fuck you, Dean,” Cas responds, his voice dangerously level. “Or, well, I guess not, because you’re a coward. You’d rather pretend that this is about a girl I wasn't even interested in than acknowledge that the only person I wanted to leave with was you. You’d rather burn this whole thing to the ground than admit that we’re already something.”

“We’re not—”

“Don’t,” Cas cuts him off, eyes steely. If looks could kill, Dean would already be deep-sixed. “Don’t you dare insult my intelligence by saying we’re ‘just friends’—” He hooks his fingers in the air, a sharp, mocking version of the ridiculous air quotes he always does. “—or ‘just fucking.’ Friends don’t look at each other the way you look at me. And people who are ‘just fucking’ don’t act this terrified of losing it.”

Posting date: March 27, 2026

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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

Summary:  

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..

Excerpt: 

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."

Nothing.

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.

“Come on, come on!”

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.

O2 REMAINING: 13%

“Fuck.”

Posting date: February 15, 2026

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Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Taking You With Me” 

Author: @baileys101 / Baileys Artist: @colorlessjay

Rating: Mature Archive warnings: Major Character Death Length: 10,000 words Tags:  AU Modern Setting, Grieving Dean Winchester, Supernatural Elements, Presumed Dead Castiel, Established Relationship Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Eileen

Summary:  

Dean loses Cas in a fire, and suddenly the world feels hollow. So he does what he knows best—drives. North, away from everything and everyone, with only thing he has left: Cas’s old Polaroid camera.

Under a sky full of stars, Dean snaps a photo just to feel close to him again. But when the picture slides out, Dean doesn't believe what he's seeing. Every photo after that pulls Dean deeper into despair, where the world grows darker and the line between life and death begins to blur.

Excerpt: 

Cas would’ve loved it here—the quiet, the stars, the way the night sky opened, promising peace within its vast expanse. The kind of solace that stretched past the city lights, past the stars, past the hollow echo of everything he’d lost.

His mind wandered, lulled by the stillness surrounding him this high up. His hand reached for the door handle, ready to step out into the night, when a sharp ringing filled his ears. Sudden. Piercing.

Dean doubled over, clutching his head until it receded. He reached into the backseat for his bag, intending to grab a couple of Tylenol—but his hand landed on something else.

The Polaroid.

Dean froze.

The memory hit hard. That day in the store. Cas laughing, holding that grotesque lamp like it was some kind of holy relic. The lamp was gone. The photo, too. The stupid camera was the only piece of Cas he had left. The only thing of them.

“You would've loved this view, ya dork,” Dean muttered, staring down at the camera's melted casing.

He stepped out of the car, letting the evening breeze wash over him. On instinct, he raised the camera and took a photo of the cliffside view. The click echoed in the quiet, the machinery inside hummed, and Dean laughed. Damn thing still worked.

It had survived a fire.

Cas hadn’t.

He waited for the photo to slide out, the camera whirring obnoxiously as it developed. Dean took it in hand, eyes drifting back to the skyline, wishing—aching—that Cas could’ve been here to see it with him.

Tears welled up and spilled over as he looked down at the photo.

And froze.

“What—No.”

His hand trembled. He couldn’t look away.

There, near the edge of the cliff, stood Castiel.

Posting date: February 14, 2026

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Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “half a world away” 

Author: loversantiquities @tragidean Artist: @witchy-worm

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Length:  19,000 words Tags:  Hurt/Comfort, Post-Finale, Injuries, Getting Back Together, Gracefic Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

Blood--All Dean remembers of the incident is blood, and all he feels is the pain of wounds he can't see unless Sam holds a mirror up to his back. Banishing Castiel away from Billie and the Entity worked, maybe a little too well. Meanwhile halfway across the country, a mysterious man washes up in the middle of a freak storm off the Florida coast, paralyzed and mute, but with the ability to tell his nurse just who he is.

Almost half a world away, Castiel crashlands, and Dean believes in his heart that he killed him. But the world is small, and maybe, just maybe, for once, Dean is wrong.

Excerpt: 

The second time, he wakes slower, with the sun pouring through the slats in the blinds and a warm, heavy blanket wrapped around him, so close to smothering that it would almost feel suffocating, if not for the cotton in his head. And his legs, and his arms, his limbs lead weights atop the mattress. He tries, once, to wiggle his toes, and sighs aloud in relief when they move.

So I’m alive, he thinks, blinking up at the acoustic tile ceiling. So it was all a dream.

Lifting his hand, a needle tugs under his skin, and a cold tube brushes against the hairs dotting his arm. Over his shoulder, Dean notices the machine at his side, monitoring his blood pressure and heart rate, along with other numbers he doesn’t understand. A set of plastic bedrails catch his attention—that, and the gray weighted blanket wrapped around him, from his toes to his neck. Keeping him comfortable—keeping him still.

 “Am I dead?” Dean asks the empty air. He manages to free his other hand and rubs between his eyes, his movements sluggish, heavy. Stubble dots his jaw. How long have I been out? “Feel dead.”

“Last I checked, you’re breathing,” a man answers from the corner. Turning his head, he spots Sam sitting in a chair by the window, the skin beneath his eyes dark and his hair in desperate need of a wash. He sets the magazine in his hands down atop the small adjoining table; his shoulders slump, the tension finally bleeding away. “How’re you feeling?”

Dean hums a noise, still idly petting the beginnings of a beard on his face. “What’ve they got me on?”

Sam sighs and makes his way to his feet, the chair creaking under the strain. One of his knees pops; if he were more awake, Dean might laugh. “Morphine and a sedative. You’ve… Do you know where you are?”

Posting date: February 2, 2026

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Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Dean Winchester's Guide to the Appalachian Trail” 

Author: quiettewandering / @wanderingcas Artist: sidewinder / @hawkland

Rating: Mature Archive warnings: None Length: 32,000 words Tags:  Alternative Universe with Supernatural Elements, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, Canon-Typical Violence, Sexy Times in the Woods, Hurt/Comfort Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

In the wake of his father’s sudden death, Dean makes the impulsive decision to hike the Appalachian Trail in hopes that it will disconnect him from the world and his grief. However, soon after Dean meets the mysterious Castiel on the trail, hikers begin to disappear, and as Dean hikes more and more miles, it becomes clear that something lurks deep in the woods—an evil whose true nature Dean and Castiel must unravel before it’s too late. 

Excerpt: 

“Are you all right?”

Dean slowly looks up. Someone is standing above him, his face shadowed by the sun that’s just behind the crown of his head.

“Oh, yeah,” Dean says, half his face still in the moss, “fucking peachy.”

For a moment, the man stands there, seeming to be at a loss. “I can help you up,” he offers, but the words sound unsure. Like he can’t tell what Dean even needs. Come to think of it, actually, his voice is nice—deep like the gravel that Dean’s face-first in.

“Nah,” Dean says. “I’m just gonna lie here.”

“It’ll be dark soon.”

Dean grunts an affirmative into the moss.

The man sighs. “I assume you’re trying to summit the mountain.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” 

One hand grips his arm, the other his backpack. With a yelp, Dean’s hauled up to his knees in one fell swoop. “Hey!” he snaps. 

The man, unruffled, takes a step back. “You can’t keep lying there. You need to make camp on the summit before it gets dark. The temperatures are too cold for you to be out here without any sort of shelter.”

Dean rubs his arm and glares. Now that he’s out of the sunlight, he can see that the man’s face is about as nice as his voice: a cut jaw, bright blue eyes, dark tousled hair. He’s not wearing hiking clothes and is in a trench coat, of all things. And... dress shoes. This guy is even less prepared than Dean, which is saying something. 

“You work at the lodge or something?” Dean asks.

“No,” the man says. He offers no other explanation.

Posting date: February 18, 2026