“That’s just it, Chuck. Everything starts with an idea. Everything begins with a thought when powerful enough could give birth to an existence people can believe in. And believing, Chuck. Nothing’s stronger than people believing. It makes everything real.”
Or that time Huntercorp Dean and Sam was returned to their world, found everything was leading to Armageddon and eventual Swan Song, until the Commander of heaven decided to cut short and deal with a familiar Supernatural writer.
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Pairings: Dean/Cas
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, MCD
Nightwatchman Dean Winchester joins his barrister brother to investigate a murder committed by the Headless Horseman in the remote village of Carrytown. Luck wasn't on his side as Dean becomes a victim to a year curse while saving his brother. After a year, a mysterious Lord Novak from Sleepy Hollow appears and saves Dean from death.
Why he is the only one that can vanquish the Rider and why does Lord Novak have a scar on his neck like it has been severed? Dean is about to find out…
Explicit | ~20k | Posting on April 25
Author: spnsmile | Artist: starsdahb
After a short trip to Rio, Sam and Dean Winchester found themselves back in their own world with their own people and their father. Realizing the other /Winchesters/ managed to save all Universes, the Huntercorp brothers prepare to live their normal lives including deals with seraphs inquiring about the other world. Dean has plans for the angel, but fate has other plans in store too. What happens when they are told the first seal is already broken?
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“So why did it have to be so friggin tall? It’s much taller than you, Sam,”
“How exactly are you comparing me to a titanic statue, Dean?”
“You’re tall for one. He’s got your long hair too, just without the bun.”
“Stop picking on my bun, you know I’m sensitive. Really, Dean, the more we stay here, the more you’re picking the bland habits of your other self.”
“I’m not picking up anything from him, I’m the original! Did you notice how he’s possessive about his clothes? Or his car? Or the angel?”
“You never cared about the angel,” Sam snorted derisively, “you never did.”
“In fact, I don’t.” Dean admitted haughtily, pulling his collar tight up his neck, “But this world is different, and if this is to be our permanent residence, we need to know what makes it so different from ours.”
“We don’t have that for starters.” Sam nodded at what’s in front of them to the statue of Christ the Redeemer situated at the top of a mountain overseeing the entire mainland.
Sam drew a sigh and shook his head.
"We need to get back in the car and find a place to stay. I can’t stand this heat any longer I need a shower—”
Dean laughed before heading to the direction of their car. “Yes, yes I know. You need to attend to your artistic manscaping. But I don’t think they have the same advanced product back home, Sam?” Dean turned, the last trace of his smile fading when he noticed his brother was not there.
“Sam?”
The sun was still up and people bustle in front of him but no Sam Winchester anywhere.
“Sam?”
He was standing alone in the middle of a hot afternoon, the giant statue towering above him, everyone else was gone.
Dean's heart sank when he realized what was happening but before he could compose himself, he too was gone.
Dean Winchester, a stripper/hooker with magnetic penchant for trouble gets identified as a Super Recognizer, he can memorize a face for years even in disguise after seeing it once. He didn’t know it’s a thing, but when FBI Agent Castiel Novak comes knocking at the club he works at with his ink-blue eyes and unhinging smile, plus hunting a serial killer for breakfast.
Castiel has been overly protective of Dean Winchester, curiosity at first, and then sympathy gradually turning to something else. But Officer Novak doesn’t let his emotion cloud his judgment.Except whenever Dean is in danger.Or that story in a world of crime and psychos, Dean gets a personal guardian FBI agent always watching him.
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Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence, Noncon, case fic
Tags: AU, Action, Dark case
To See and To Protect | Posting on April 23
Fic by spnsmile
Art by AngelTortured
Dean Winchester, a stripper/hooker with a magnetic penchant for trouble, gets identified as a Super Recognizer, people who can memorize a face for years even in disguise after seeing it once. He didn’t know it’s a thing, but when FBI Agent Castiel Novak comes knocking at the club he works on with his ink-blue eyes and unhinging smile, Dean knows he’s in for the haul. Except Dean’s a hooker and only an asset, a tool used by the force. Castiel will never love him, but still who would not fall in love with a guy who keeps saving him?
Castiel has been overly protective of Dean Winchester, curiosity at first, and then sympathy gradually turning to something else. But Officer Novak doesn’t let his emotion cloud his judgement. Except whenever Dean is in danger.
Or that story in a world of crime and psychos, Dean gets a personal guardian FBI agent always watching him.
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…son of a bitch…
Calm down, you got this…! You don’t have to tell him squat about a thing you didn’t do… calm down… you’re the victim here… just—
“Yeah, I did it.”
Fuck.
“Excuse me?” the gravelly voice, if possible, got even deeper.
Dean licks his lips. If he could be honest with himself, he’d be throwing the pent-up rage he’s keeping since getting arrested but a more reasonable side of his brain reminds him to put his head down not because it’d do him good, but because he’s with the police.
Those guys licensed to kill kind no one trusts. What more, FBI? Must’ve done bat shit today to get the Feds involved. Dean mentally wills himself to calm down. He got this. Nothing like finding a guy on the bed with a gun under the pillow in his experience. Nothing like a man dead on the floor… his body begins to tremble.
Fuck.
Breathe…
Steeling his resolve, his pulse erratic, he shake his head a little and takes in a lungful of air, eyes shutting close. Better get this over with. Say it…
Your grave.
“I did it.”
“You… did?” the officer sounds a little tentative, more suspicious even.
“Yeah.” Dean huffs, head bowing down.
He’ll eat you now, he’ll pin it to you. Tell you it’s the answer he wants to hear. Like the rest of them. Now it’s another record. Another jail time. Like you need more.
“Who are you protecting?” in control, gruff and authoritative. It resonates in the closed-off room with heavy crescendo that prickles the back of his neck.
“I’m not protecting anyone. Check my records—I only got a sibling all the way in Seattle. I’m on my own. Alone.” It doesn’t bite as it used to. He’s coped.
“Doesn’t have to be a family member.”
Dean swore internally, fist closing. “I know I’m gorgeous, man, but I’m not the home type. Hooker on the resume’s occupation, right?” Dean sinks a little on the chair, eyes fixed at the edge of the table. “You got a nice job, buddy, better do it some justice.”
“If you let me. I will.”
The hell’s that mean?
“It starts by looking me in the eyes.”
“Couldn’t wait after three days on my bail, agent?”
“I am not interested with any social acquaintances at the moment but your full cooperation. You are currently obstructing an investigation by claiming you own the gun found in your possession on 10th of March, current year at exactly 11:10 in the evening. You were also found in a location far from your profile’s residency and work area with no reason to be there—”
“Right.” His jaw tightens. His body cold. “Guess you don’t know what the word ‘hooker’ means?”
“Are you also aware that the gun was used for another crime?” the voice says tersely.
“I—” his pupils dilate, his throat dry, breath hitching. “N-no…”
“Dean?”
Dean snaps a look at the officer. He isn’t used to being addressed by name when under interrogation and an FBI agent at that. He finds a pair of forget-me-not blues rounding at his face. By the looks of it, he isn’t the only one surprised judging by the sparks there.
“Uhh…” Dean sweeps his eyes slowly at the gorgeous agent’s I.D hanging by his neck. Novak.
