Dec 15, 2020
"when you're gay but your dad brings you to home depot" lives rent free in my head thank you
that was courtesy of my usamerican gf as im not from the usa. im glad it resonated to the uncle sam queers <3
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"when you're gay but your dad brings you to home depot" lives rent free in my head thank you
that was courtesy of my usamerican gf as im not from the usa. im glad it resonated to the uncle sam queers <3
will you do 16? I'm getting jurassic vibes 👀
[from this prompt list - “You can go to sleep now. I will keep watch.”] [all my ficlets] (i did that other jurassic park one, so you get zombies instead!)
It’s been a long day running from the dead and hiding from the living, not sure which is worse. The living are greedy and the dead are hungry, and Dean just wants to keep him and Cas alive.
Just before dark, they get lucky and stumble across a tumbling-down shack with only one walker waiting inside. It’s an easy gank, and then they’re sitting shoulder to shoulder just inside the door, pulling out jugs of water and bags of deer jerky from their packs in the dying light.
Bellies full — or as full as they ever are now, in the after — Dean takes Cas’s hand and weaves their fingers together. “I love you.”
Dean can barely make out Cas’s smile, but it’s there. “I love you too.”
“Wanna make out?”
Cas laughs softly, and then he’s pulling Dean close, kissing him warm and tasting of salt. Dean slides a hand into Cas’s hair as the kiss deepens, and then they’re fumbling with each others shirts and Dean is laid out underneath Cas on the dirty floor, making room for him in the V of his legs.
There’s a soft rustle of leaves outside the shack, and Cas sits back on his heels, reaching for his knife.
“It’s just a racoon or something, baby,” Dean whispers. “And it’s too dark to hunt, so don’t get any ideas.”
Cas still doesn’t move for a long moment, head cocked to listen. When there’s no other sound, he leans back down to steal Dean’s breath with more kisses, even as their hands work on each other’s belts.
It’s quick and dirty — they don’t even bother to shove their pants down — but it’s enough, being able to touch Cas, being able to feel, nothing but the sound of their panting breaths between them.
Afterwards they lay next to each other, holding hands. “I know you’re exhausted,” Cas says. “You can go to sleep now. I’ll keep watch.”
“Cas —”
“Get some rest, sweetheart,” Cas says firmly.
“Wake me up in a couple of hours,” Dean says, even though he knows Cas won’t.
They pull their shirts on in the moonlight, then Dean pulls his pack up to use as a pillow. He used to barely sleep at all, but now that he has Cas keeping watch, it’s easy to sink down into dreams of a better world.
a dragon!cas fic :)
Followed by a Moonshadow
words: 4351
tags: Dragon!Cas, Alternate Universe, profound bond, Modern Magic, Destiel, DeanCas, Camping, Writer!Dean, minor drug use mention
~ excerpt below the cut ~
ooo 6! deancas 🙏🏼
[from this prompt list - “I know, it hurts. I’m so sorry, but we have to get this out.”] [all my ficlets]
It’s a beautiful day, so Dean lets the dog outside to lay in the sun while he goes through his Saturday morning cleaning routine. Once he finishes the kitchen, he glances out the back door to see how Indy is doing, and — she’s gone.
Dean’s heart stops as he rushes out into the yard. She wouldn’t go far, right? It hasn’t even been that long. But it’s a busy street, and the neighborhood is weird, and she’s practically Dean’s best friend.
The gate between his and his neighbor’s yards is open, which is bizarre, because Dean hasn’t even met the new neighbor yet, but it’s also a relief, because as long as the neighbor’s gate is closed, Indy couldn’t have gone far.
Dean rushes through the fence. The neighbor’s yard is smaller, taken up mostly by freshly-planted garden beds. Dean opens his mouth to yell, but stops when he hears a low voice saying, “I know, it hurts, but you’re ok, sweet baby. I’m so sorry, but I have to get these out. Two more.”
Dean circles around the deck to find Indy and a man kneeling next to her, holding her leg in one hand and a pair of pliers in the other.
“Is she yours?” the man says without changing his voice from steady and calming. Indy grins at Dean, her tail starting a dangerous wag.
“What’s wrong with her?”
As soon as he asks, Dean can see — the man is carefully pulling cactus spines out of Indy’s leg. “It appears she walked through one of my prickly pears.”
“Oh, Jesus, you idiot,” Dean says to her, bending down to see the damage. The man has placed several needles carefully on top of one of his discarded garden gloves, and it looks like there are only two left.
The man gives a soft hum in agreement, and then the last spine is out. As soon as the man sets down her leg, Indy runs in several excited circles in a row. The man huffs out a laugh and stands, holding a hand out to Dean. “Hello. I’m Cas.”
“Dean. This isn’t how I wanted to meet, but — nice to meet you. Sorry my dog busted through your garden.”
“Sorry my garden attacked back,” Cas says. His smile is gorgeous.
“Can I make it up to you? You like beer? Shit, I guess it’s only noon.”
Cas’s smile widens. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”
Kinks(h)ame: voyeurism? edgeplay?
voyeurism - very situation-specific so hard to say either way!
edgeplay - KINKSAME i’m here for it!!!
[send me a kink & i’ll kinksame or kinkshame]
I made an AO3 when I was 15 and decided to use it again for deancas stuff........ so if anybody is out there reading this, here you go. My most recent work:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28268688
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