For day one of Restraintstiel, my offering is a little Call Him Alpha timestamp: Brought to Heel.
Castiel is going into rut again, but this time he doesn't have to worry about being murdered by the mob, and he has a loving (if not a little demanding) partner...
Dean presses the box into Castiel’s hand. “Open your gift first.”
Castiel does so. It’s… a collar. Thick black leather on a gold ring. It’s simple. Gorgeous. Castiel lifts it up delicately and unfastens it. “It’s going to look beautiful on you, Dean,” he breathes.
Dean laughs. “It’s not for me, moron.” He plucks the collar from Castiel and dips his head down to kiss Castiel’s neck. “It’s for you.”
Castiel lets Dean tilt his chin up, and Dean bites down lightly on his pulse point and then brings the leather collar around Castiel’s neck. The metal ring is cool as it settles against his Adam’s apple, but the leather feels like it's exactly the same temperature as his skin. Dean secures it snugly and Castiel swallows, feeling the way the thick leather strap shifts around his throat as he does.
“Do you like it?” Dean asks, like he already knows the answer.
Banner and chapter art by @adromelke (link to art post)
Summary: Castiel Novak lives a quiet, well-ordered life - until the day he notices the most appealing omega scent he's ever encountered, lingering in the stacks of his library. The fact that he can never seem to find the omega themself drives him almost to distraction. When he accidentally catches a homeless drifter named Dean sneaking into the library after hours and identifies him as the elusive omega, there's no stopping the attraction between them.
Dean Winchester is good at keeping secrets. When he realizes that his passionate encounter with a gorgeous alpha librarian has left him pregnant, it becomes just one more secret he can never afford to tell.
Read Chapter 1 now on AO3
... and find out more about POLLSPN Cakes, the event for which this fic was created, below the cut.
This fic is dedicated to the wonderful @valdelion, without whom it would not exist (and without whose birthday I probably wouldn't have been brave enough to just go ahead and start posting). Happy birthday, Val! It's been so wonderful getting to know you and becoming your friend. Thank you for your fun vibes and ideas, and for starting the event that finally made me venture into writing one of the most popular fandom tropes.
For those not in the know, this event, POLLSPN Cakes, grew out of the server for the @destielaureversebb. Val had the idea of doing bracket-style tournaments to have server members vote for their favorite AU versions of Dean and Cas. When the brackets were done, Val and the excellent @thejukeboxzero created an event where people would spin a Dean wheel and a Cas wheel of all the bracket options, then write a fic or make art for the resulting pairing.
I got librarian Cas and omega Dean on my third and final allowed spin and decided to go for it. HOWEVER, I also kind of double-dipped on my Dean, as you'll see later on in the fic, so I'm slapping myself with a sticker of shame. (Stickers also created by Juke!)
Last but not least, a big shoutout to the amazing @adromelke, who messaged me like, "Don't you want some art for this?" And I said, "DO I EVER." Please head to her blog to give her some love!
Castiel Novak runs Ravenscroft Library, a quiet place that recently seems to have a pest problem, but something stranger than simply rats or mice.
Little flowers or petals appear between the shelves over night, the corners and spines of some books have been gnawed, his jars of honey don't last as long as they used to either, and every few days something vanishes entirely.
Then Cas finally catches the culprit. Something tiny, feral, and incredibly cute, which the creature seems to find extremely insulting.
The HunterCorp Dean x Endverse Cas saga continues!
Dean follows Sam through the portal to return to HunterCorp World and ends up... where, exactly?
“Sam,” he calls out loudly into the darkness again, “where’d you go?”
Silence is the only response he receives, absent the wind rushing through trees overhead and his own footsteps on the wet ground. He paces around in a small circle, looking in every direction for Sam. But he sees nothing, hears nothing.
Sam is… nowhere. He was only seconds ahead of Dean… he couldn’t have gotten too far away. There’s a buzzing sense of dread growing in Dean’s mind that he doesn’t see Sam because Sam is not here. Or, more accurately, he is not where Sam is.
Heaven Came Down
Chapter Three: What Your Soul Desires
HunterCorp Dean is stuck in the Endverse and living in the shadow of a Dean Winchester who died years ago.
But now that Zachariah is poking around Camp Chitaqua, the shit's getting real, the stakes are higher, and it's not just about getting back home to HunterCorp anymore.
Chapter Six of Heaven Came Down (a HunterCorp Dean/Endverse Cas love story) is UP!
I am super curious about all of them, but I would like more on "Riding The Wave" please!
It's my Cowboy Dean x Mer Cas fic for POLLSPN ;) I'm trying to have it ready for Restraintstiel butttttttt we shall see.
Snippet:
Bela passes her phone to Dean by way of Benny and Garth. On the screen, it’s a picture of some kind of fish tail sticking up out of the water—sparkling and sapphire blue. The tail fin is cleaved into two sections, and it’s lighter in color than the body of the tail—transparent and almost delicate looking. From the looks of it, the fish is large, too.
“Eventually, we called Sergeant Fitzgerald to see if he could assist us with capturing and relocating… whatever it is. People are starting to get scared to take their kids out on the beach. Already, visits are down across all of our beaches—not just Stewart Beach. If it’s not addressed quickly, this is going to cost the city hundreds of thousands of dollars in revenue this summer.”
She says it as though Dean is supposed to care deeply about the possibility of the city—gasp!—losing revenue.
“Yeah,” Garth laughs, “unfortunately our purview is catching loose dogs and relocating snakes. Unidentified ocean creatures are waaaay out of our league. So that’s when I got in touch with Chief Henricksen and he connected me to Benny here.” Garth then claps Benny on the back and gives his meaty shoulder a friendly squeeze.
“We been able to spot it a couple times,” Benny says gruffly, “but my dive teams ain’t trained to capture anythin’ that’s actively evadin’ ‘em. They’re trained for rescue and retrieval.” His face is grim and stony when he says that last part.
Then Vic takes over the conversation again. “That's when I got in touch with some fishermen,” he says. “Paid ‘em a pretty penny to try and reel this thing in. Whatever it is, it’s smart. Never even flapped a fin on the nights they went out there to catch it.”
It’s an interesting story. Dean is still wondering why he’s been invited to this meeting though.
“So we’ve decided to try something a little bit unconventional,” Victor says, sounding suddenly thrilled. “That’s why you’re here.”
Dean points at himself, jabbing a finger into his own chest. “Me? Why me?”
“Well, you’re a world-championship wrangler, Dean,” Victor says flatly. “I want you to wrangle the damn thing.”
Oh. Well that’s a new one.
But Dean needs to clarify something first.
“I’m a championship tie-down roper,” Dean says. “Championship wranglin’ ain’t even a thing.”
Victor just stares him down with that flat, cheerless expression he’s so good at. “I think you’re smart enough to know what I mean, Winchester,” he says eventually.
And there’s that glint in his eye. Damn, he remembers exactly how weak in the knees it makes Dean when he calls him Winchester.
