The Legend of the White Light | Explicit | 50059 words
Author: EllenofOz Artist: kayanem
Castiel knows one thing for sure: he has to keep running. He has to keep Leviathan away from Dean until Dean can get out of this place. He wasn’t counting on Dean’s unwavering determination to catch up with him, and just how committed he is to getting Castiel out.
Dean Winchester knows one thing for sure: he tried with everything he had to get Cas out of Purgatory. But he failed. Worse, when Cas does reappear, he’s different. Dean longs for what they had in that place, but can't help wondering what happened to make him forget what he promised Dean in Purgatory.
I couldn’t possibly announce that I posted the next chapter of Russian to the Altar without posting the delicious manip that my sweet friend @ellen-of-oz surprised me with.
Please enjoy Russian Cas drinking one of many coffees while in his Dean torturing outfit yoga pants. If you’d like to read about him too, please do check out Russian to the Altar, posting weekly on Tuesdays!
The Curious Case of Cuthbert Sinclair | Posting May 2
Fic by EllenOfOz and MalMuses
Art by somethingaboutnoodles
The murder, the case, the mystery… Dean Winchester, agent of the Men of Letters, lives for it. But when his colleague Cuthbert Sinclair goes missing while investigating a string of murders, Bobby assigns the case to Dean, as well as assigning him a new partner. Much to Dean's irritation, he'll have to carry the dead weight of an inexperienced, probably over-pampered and arrogant lordling. But Castiel defies his every expectation.
Recently returned from war, Lord Castiel Milton is haunted by demons of his own. Together, they could be everything that each has longed for...and that society won't let them have.
But people are dying all over London, and what Cuthbert Sinclair uncovered is just the beginning.
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Dean approached the corpse. He had a good stomach for smells, which was quite essential in his profession, but this alleyway was making him queasy. The victim was sprawled across the cobblestone, ungainly, eyes still open.
A slight sigh escaped Dean, and he tried to school his features into professional calm. This part was always sad, working out the first steps: who they were, what family they had, who loved them. Parts of his job, Dean loved with a fiery passion. This...no. He’d lost too many people himself to ever take joy in this part.
And this body in particular...quite right, that Singer hadn’t sent some of the younger lads. They shouldn’t have to see one of their own in this state.
Pulling at the legs of his pants to gain some flexibility, Dean crouched down on the ground, resting a hand on his knee. He didn’t care for being amongst the dirt, but that was what bathwater was for. He was far from squeamish. He was about to ask the constable to begin moving everyone away, when a commotion at the mouth of the alleyway caught his attention.
The bumbling watchmen and nosy neighbors were pushed aside. Overhead, the gas street lamp sparked outrageously as it was knocked, lighting the alley brighter with a sudden flare as a man, Dean’s own height bar perhaps an inch, shouldered his way through the bystanders. His boots cracked loudly across the cobbles, and the unbuttoned tan coat over his suit flapped dramatically as he strode toward Dean, single-minded. The glow of the lamp highlighted strong, angular features and uncombed hair—though whether that was from the hour or habit, Dean was uncertain—and startling, vivid blue eyes that stripped down everything around him in silence.
“Lord Milton,” the constable greeted, apparently knowing his peerage better than Dean did, damn it. “Good to see you back in London, sir.”
The gentleman merely gave a brief nod, dismissive, before heading on past him, toward Dean. “Good evening, Mister Winchester. I believe you were expecting me?”
If his looks were unexpected, his voice was astounding. Dean cleared his throat, shaking away some genuinely ungentleman-like thoughts, and reminding himself who this spoiled little rich boy actually was. “Milton,” he responded, not deigning to shake the hand that was offered, or use the title that he should. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to get your hands dirty. I do hope that’s not too upsetting for you, m’lord. You could always go back to bed, if this is a little much.”
Castiel Milton, all wide shoulders and distinctly disgruntled expression, didn’t look like he’d be quite so easy to put off. “Mister Singer directed me to be here. I suggest we get on with it.”
The constable made a small choking noise, before backing away. “I’ll get the boys to clear everyone out, sirs,” he said, backing away quickly, suddenly much keener on being elsewhere.
Author: EllenOfOz (ellen-of-oz on Tumblr) | Artist: oubliette-od
In late 2006, Castiel and Dean are in the same guild and raid team in the online game, Moondoor. They only know each other by their character names: Niteryder and Thorsangel, but they hang out and chat whenever they’re not raiding. Dean is baffled though—no matter how much time they spend talking online, Angel never reveals anything about himself.
That’s because Castiel is in hiding. At school he hides behind his emo image and stays as invisible as he can, but online he’s got to be extra-vigilant. He can’t reveal anything about himself to Ryder, as much as he might like to—doing so would risk bringing trouble down on himself and his mom. There’s something about Ryder that makes him easy to talk to, though.
But outside of the game, ghosts from Castiel’s family’s past are out for revenge, and going back to Lawrence, KS to visit his friend Meg could put him in danger.
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Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings: No major archive warnings, canon-typical violence, abduction
In late 2006, Castiel and Dean are in the same guild and raid team in the online game, Moondoor. They only know each other by their character names: Niteryder and Thorsangel, but they hang out and chat whenever they’re not raiding. Dean is baffled though—no matter how much chatting they do, Angel never reveals anything about himself.
That’s because Castiel is in hiding. At school he hides behind his emo music and stays as invisible as he can, but online he’s got to be extra-vigilant. He can’t reveal anything about himself to Ryder, as much as he might like to—doing so would risk bringing trouble down on himself and his mom. There’s something about Ryder that makes him easy to talk to, though.
But outside of the game, ghosts from Castiel’s family’s past are out for revenge, and going back to Lawrence, KS to visit his friend Meg could put him in danger, and also bring him and Ryder closer than he ever could have expected.
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The raid on the evening of Thanksgiving did not go well. Not only did most of the main team not show up due to family stuff, but the players they picked up to fill in were dreadful.
Castiel sat in the stronghold after they'd failed to get down the boss again, scowling at his inventory. Ryder would still not take his suggestion of using three healers seriously, no matter how many times he told him it would work. What was the actual point of being friends with the raid leader if they never actually listened when you tried to tell them stuff?
Ryder's message pinged as it came in, making him jump.
Niteryder: hey man, you still on voice chat?
Thorsangel: no, but I can get back on
When he logged back into the voice server, Ryder dragged him into a private channel.
“Hey, Angel. You okay after that shit-fight?”
Castiel smiled at hearing Ryder's voice again, a fluttering starting in his stomach. Ryder spoke so differently between his raid leader voice and how he did when they were alone—he was softer, he smiled more. He typed out his reply, still smiling himself.
Thorsangel: the raid? Yeah, I'm okay. Annoyed, but okay.
Ryder chuckled. “Yeah, it’s pretty fuckin’ rough. Feels like we’ve been trying for years to get this asshole.”
Thorsangel: It’s certainly been months :(
“We’ll get it. Tonight was… pretty dreadful, yeah. But we’ll get there.” Ryder was quiet for a little while, and Castiel sat waiting as he made some more potions for the raid on Saturday night.
Ryder spoke again. “Hey, uh, this is kind of awkward, but, um.”
Castiel's eyebrows rose. Was he…nervous? It was kind of adorable.
Ryder muttered, “Nah, don't worry, ‘s nothing.”
Castiel felt his face warming as he typed his reply. What could it possibly be?
Thorsangel: it's okay, tell me.
He heard Ryder draw in a breath then he said, “I’ve got something for you, for Christmas. I made it.”
Castiel blinked at the screen a few times, hiding behind the hair flopped over one eye. Ryder had made something? For him? His heart did a kind of uncomfortable flip-flop as he flexed his fingers over the keyboard, not quite sure how to respond.
Thorsangel: you made it? For me?
Ryder laughed awkwardly. “Yeah. It's just a small thing. Can I send it to you?”
Oh… Oh crap. He was gonna ask for an address. He couldn't. He gasped in a breath, feeling his throat burn. It was Ryder, he could trust him, right?
I'm sorry, kid. But this is the most important thing I'm gonna tell you so you listen, now. You can't trust anyone, okay? Not anyone, or any phone connection—anything. Got it?
Victor's voice rang in his memory, clear as a bell. He couldn't risk it. He couldn't risk putting his mom in danger for a little crush.
Thorsangel: no, I can't give you my address
Thorsangel: sorry
He dropped his head, bracing for disappointment.
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by EllenOfOz
Dean and Sam Winchester have been hired to hunt down a dragon, but when their hunt goes wrong, Dean finds there’s far more to this dragon than meets the eye.
Written for the SPN Fantasy Reverse Bang 2025.
Words: 19340, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Crowley (Supernatural)
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Dragon Castiel (Supernatural), Hunter Dean Winchester, Hunter Sam Winchester, Sam Winchester Has Magic, True Mates, Mating Bond, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Author does not recommend swimming in caves, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Frotting, Wing Grooming, Anal Sex
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by EllenOfOz
It is a new century, King Edward is newly sat upon the throne, and Mrs Kate Winchester and her sons are invited to join the Shurley family to stay at their seaside home at St-Leonards-on-Sea.
Dean Winchester is reacquainted with Castiel, the youngest son of Lord Shurley, but as the two of them become closer, they are disturbed by strange noises and unexplained movements on the fourth floor of the house on Warrior Square.
Posted as part of the Destiel AU Reverse Big Bang 2025.
Words: 29821, Chapters: 6/6, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, God | Chuck Shurley, Becky Rosen, Gabriel (Supernatural), Anna Milton, Amara (Supernatural), Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Jack Kline, Kate Milligan, Daphne Allen, Adam Milligan
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Edwardian, Edwardian Period, England (Country), Ghosts, Seaside, Castiel and Dean Winchester go on Vacation Together, Meddling Parents, Scientist Castiel (Supernatural), cockblocking ghosts, Blow Jobs, Frotting, Horn Dog Dean, Mentions of past homophobia, Mentions of past drug use, Whelks, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Gay Castiel (Supernatural)
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by EllenOfOz
It is a new century, King Edward is newly sat upon the throne, and Mrs Kate Winchester and her sons are invited to join the Shurley family to stay at their seaside home at St-Leonards-on-Sea.
Dean Winchester is reacquainted with Castiel, the youngest son of Lord Shurley, but as the two of them become closer, they are disturbed by strange noises and unexplained movements on the fourth floor of the house on Warrior Square.
Posted as part of the Destiel AU Reverse Big Bang 2025.
Words: 29821, Chapters: 6/6, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, God | Chuck Shurley, Becky Rosen, Gabriel (Supernatural), Anna Milton, Amara (Supernatural), Ellen Harvelle, Jo Harvelle, Jack Kline, Kate Milligan, Daphne Allen, Adam Milligan
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Edwardian, Edwardian Period, England (Country), Ghosts, Seaside, Castiel and Dean Winchester go on Vacation Together, Meddling Parents, Scientist Castiel (Supernatural), cockblocking ghosts, Blow Jobs, Frotting, Horn Dog Dean, Mentions of past homophobia, Mentions of past drug use, Whelks, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Gay Castiel (Supernatural)
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