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Dean caught sight of this really cool, laid back musician on his way to work and wants to get to know him immediately! Cas invites him to a gig of his band and so it goes..❤️
! was inspired by a musician i saw on the tram a couple weeks ago c:
oh the song Cas sings is Birdsong by George Ogilvie :)
Texas State of Mind
Texas State of Mind by palominopup Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 69,800 Summary: Dean Winchester was once an award winning country music star, but fame came too early. Now, he’s fifteen years sober and owns a ranch in western Texas. He’s happy with his life. He has horses, a nice herd of cattle and so what, if he’s alone. He tells his friends that he’s happily single. Back when he was touring, men and women threw themselves at him – but he knew they only wanted him for his fame. Cas Novak just won his fifth CMA award. He loves singing, but the touring was getting old. Living in a bus nine months out of the year was slowly destroying his creativity. He hasn’t written anything new in over a year. Then he hears an old song on the radio. He vaguely remembers the handsome singer and wondered whatever happened to him. Before he knew it, he'd written a new song. The only problem was…it was a duet. A duet that could only be sung with a voice like Winchester’s.After locating the man’s ranch, Cas makes a surprise visit. Will he be able to talk Dean into joining him on stage after all these years? Will the two men find what they’ve been looking for all their lives – someone to share a future with?
Of all the people that Dean expected to drive up to his Texas ranch, Cas Novak was at the bottom of his list. Also at the bottom was returning to a world that chewed him up and spit him out (with some help from John’s A+ parenting). But this fic is not about Dean’s past, though we do get a few glimpses. Instead it’s about how you move forward and still hold the things you love dear. In this case, Dean cast aside his love of creating music. Out in rural Texas, any other love he might need is also pretty remote. All that changes when Cas’ tour bus drives up that gravel lane...and Cas buys a horse.
You heard me! Dean wants nothing to do with the music industry and the only way Cas can keep him talking is by buying a horse. And eventually, ya gotta learn how to ride that horse, right? This is a wonderful summer read that has longing gazes, just missed moments and of course skinny dipping in the creek. There are a few difficult moments for our guys, but for the most part this fic is fluffy, sexy cowboys doin’ what they do best.
If you enjoyed the fic, please drop by the archive (AO3) and let the author know with your comments and/or kudos!
musician!cas wip :3 a little project i started because i saw a guy with a guitar bag on my tram aaand i really like how this turned out :’D there’s more to come ^.^
SWEETIES by Naoe/animediva ❤
Fandom/Genre: AU, Romance, Fluff Pairing: Cas/Dean Rating: Teen & up Word Count: 9700~ Warnings: Period-typical homophobia and racism; graphic description of corpses; some violence; pure fluff Summary: Detective Dean Winchester just wants a break from murder and mayhem, and the craziness of being a late-1940s homicide dick. He has a home at SWEETIES, his favorite neighborhood Jazz Joint, where the liquor is good and the main talent ain't bad to look at. Then, one night, the view is mesmerizing: the fill-in singer catches his eye and, eventually, his heart. Art Link(s): LJ | tumblr Fic Link(s): LJ | AO3
My masterpost for my first spn reverse bang and it turned out great! :) My author created a very, very sweet story and you really should take a look! ❤ I always had a weakness for the 40s-50s and I had the idea that Cas is the star of a jazz club. Everyone goes still and is fascinated when he enters the stage and so is Dean. Dean, a detective who visits the club to relax after a hard day at work but then sees Cas and can't forget him.. ❤
40s Jazz Singer Cas in all his beauty..❤
For the Fic SWEETIES by Naoe/animediva ❤
Fic Link(s): LJ | AO3
Masterpost
i love 40s/50s and Cas in a waistcoat is always beautiful..❤
Dean's driving through a little backwater town, trying to find a radio station, but all he can get is this country and western station. Eventually, he gives up and leaves it on, turning the volume down and planning to just have it as background noise, but then he hears a son that makes him turn the volume back up full.
The singer is some newcomer called Castiel Novak. His voice makes the hairs on the back of Dean's neck stand up. It sends shivers through him. By the end of the song, Dean knows he needs to hear it again
Sam makes fun of him when he finds Castiel's album mixed in with Dean's classic rock, but Dean just ignores him. He doesn't care what Castie's singing about. He just knows that when he hears Castiel sing, he feels better.
Sam drags him to the concert. It’s a twenty-one and up show, and Sam is twenty, just barely cresting that age of legal. If he's accompanied by a ‘legal guardian’ he can get it, so after much bothering and some minor bribery (Dean doesn't know where Sam got that pie, but if there's more of it in the future, Dean will do just about anything) Dean agrees to go.
“I’m telling you,” Sam says from the passenger seat of the car. “You’ll love this. It’s great. I’ve been trying to get you to listen to them for years and just- just trust me, okay?”
Dean rolls his eyes. The city begins to close in around them as they drive closer and closer to the concert hall. They live in the suburbs, in a little house because that was cheaper. Sam can commute to school and Dean can drive to work at the garage down the way. It’s a pretty good arrangement, one that they can afford and doesn't completely fuck everything up.
Dean wanted Sam in Stanford as much as Sam wanted Sam in Stanford. He really did.
Car crashes though, they had other plans.
“This is the concept album people, right?” Dean asks.
“Yeah,” Sam answers. “The story is all about going to Hell and back to get this guy. The lead singer, Jimmy, he has this crazy ass story about how an angel found him and told him everything and that’s where the lyrics came from. I mean, that’s what it is in the meta-story- it’s actually like, way crazier, I mean, get this, so the guy-”
“Sam,” Dean barks. “Breathe. Jesus. I’ll hear it myself. Don’t spoil everything.”
Sam smiles and shakes his head. “I really appreciate this,” he says. “They don’t come through Kansas all that often and they’re...they’re crazy talented. Castiel Novak, just...wow. Don’t judge the way he looks, okay? Just listen to his voice.”
“What, me? Judgemental?” Dean replies, turning down a block. “What the hell are you talking about? I’m a fucking delight.”
Sam laughs.
Dean was skeptical before he got to the venue, and he’s even more skeptical as the show starts. The band comes out on stage, a million different instruments, a million different people and players, a million different voices and sounds. It’s crazed, it’s disorganized, it’s intense. It doesn't make any sense, it just throbbed and pulsed and screeched along. Everyone around him was seems to be having a good time, including Sam who’s dancing more furiously and embarrassingly than Dean’s ever seen.
He just smiles and watches the band.
So Sam owed Dean some pretty big favors, because when the band came out on stage, all bright neon lights and smoke machines and crazed electronic sound.
The show begins to change, though. Every few songs or so, a musician bows and moves off the stage with their instrument. The scenery changes, set pieces disappearing. The lasers go with the synthesizers and the fog machines follow them with the keyboards.
It’s beginning to get really, really good when the harps drops out and Dean can see, in the space that had been there, a guy dressed in a way that just fucking screams ‘rock star.’
And then the crowd sees him too, and a scream rose from the audience, huge and thrilled.
Dressed ridiculously, long white robes and black wings made of feathers and rhinestones and fabric, he has the good grace to look a little embarrassed about the reception.
"Hello," he sings, in the middle of the song. "It seems that I have found you."
And the screaming continues, huge and swelling around him.
And the singer smiles like it was Christmas morning.
Then the show gets really weird.
The instruments keep dropping out until only the guitar, the bass, and the drums remain. The singer keeps going, but he also starts removing clothes, the robes coming off to reveal a trench coat and business suit. And then the business suit comes down and the bass falls out.
And then his shirt comes off and the wings go with it, and it’s only him on the stage with his guitar.
And he can make it weep.
Dean looks at the musician’s bare chest. It’s a litany of writing and symbol, some of it looking like it’s been carved into him, other parts of it looking like makeup. Some strange circle surrounded by geometry, some shape in the center. Some it scar, some of it augmentation.
The singer has dark hair and bright eyes, even under the bright lights. He has tanned skin that beads with sweat under the lamps and lights. He has a way of closing his eyes and furrowing his face like he means something, like it matters. He has a scratched up voice, low and broken and strange. He has a way of holding his body around his guitar like all of his strings have been cut and the only thing worth a damn up there is this instrument, this thing that lets him bring...bring something into the world with him.
Dean looks at Sam, who looks like he’s experiencing the rapture of sex for the first time, swear to god.
And Dean looks back up at this singer and he things he almost sees what Sam sees.
"And when I first laid hand on you in Hell," he moans into the microphone, hair heavy with sweat sticking to his scalp.
I had fallen, the audience calls back.
The musician smiles through his closed eyes and keeps playing, playing until the lights shut out and the only sound in the crowded concert hall is the cheering of the fans.
And, oddly enough, Dean found himself cheering with them.
I'll Go Wherever You WIll Go
(AU)
Wordcount: 57474
Rating: M
Summary: Dean is assigned a job to be the Bodyguard to the infamous Castiel Novak, lead singer of 'The Fallen Angels'. Dean loves a good challenge and Castiel is certainly proven to be exactly that.
