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Unconditional Things (Destiel Reverse Bang 2017)

Artist: @nonexistenz Author: salesassociatesteve Fandom/Genre : Soulmate AU Pairing(s) : Dean/Castiel Rating : Teen Word Count : 6690 Warnings/Tags : None Summary: Dean's not gonna let his life be defined by some stupid soulmate mark... or his complete lack thereof. It shouldn't matter anyway, right?

 1983 – Lawrence, Kansas

“We need to take him to a different doctor. He’s 5 years old. It should be there now.” John huffed; closing the fridge hard enough for the contents in the door to rattle. “Mine came in late and even then I was 4 years old. Something’s not right.”

“John Winchester, he’s our son and he’s perfectly healthy! It doesn’t matter if it’s not there yet.” Mary countered; voice becoming more resolute as she glanced toward the open kitchen doorway. “Even if it never shows up, there still won’t be anything wrong with Dean.”

At the mention of his name, Dean looked up from the coloring book he had open on the living room floor. The blue crayon he’d been using to bring Cookie Monster to life on the page, clutched in his tiny fist as he focused on his parents conversation.

Even without full understanding, Dean still knew they were talking about him not having a name on his wrist yet.

Most of the time, it was grownups, speaking in low voices meant for only his Mommy and Daddy to hear.

But then there were others like Nelson Turnberry, his kindergarten classmate, who were too loud.

A few months before, Dean had excitedly shown off to everyone in his class, the nonsensical, magic marker scribbles he’d hurriedly given himself in his bedroom as Mary called his name for breakfast.

The other students had responded in shared joy at the reveal. All except Nelson, who had laughed and pointed out that the “dumb mark” wasn’t real.

Excitement turned to hurt and shame as more children joined Nelson’s mocking. Tears sprung to Dean’s eyes as he pulled his arm into the sleeve of his shirt to hide it from view.

Ms. Nasworthy had quickly, blessedly, swooped in, and with a fierce scolding, broke up the group then deposited Nelson into timeout.

She’d then carefully ushered a crying Dean into the small restroom at the back of the classroom. After soothing then wiping away the steady stream of tears from Dean’s cheeks, she’d proceeded to clean the marker from his skin. Her voice every bit as gentle and caring as her hands.

 “You don’t need this, honey. You already are and always will be loved, even if there isn’t a name there.”

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[imjuststiney]

Most of Dean’s life had been accompanied by the steady duet of cassette tape hisses and the highway humming under the wheels of the Impala.

But there was a time from before, the fire, that he also vaguely remembered. Cobbled together from snatches of a young child’s viewpoint and played out against a soundtrack made up of the pops and crackles of vinyl.

Of his parents, not fighting, dancing close as music filled the living room of their house.

Of Mary tightly holding onto a giggling Dean as she twirled around their bright area rug. His legs wrapped snug around her growing pregnant belly. Arms draped over her shoulders and his chubby toddler fingers twined in her golden hair.

These memories, though still held close by Dean, settled mostly into comfortable background noise over the years.

Or that’s what he’d thought, until he discovered the old Victrola tucked away in a corner of the Bunker’s library.

The elaborately decorated cabinet was massive, stood nearly to chest level as he opened it’s twin doors.

Carved into every inch of the wood’s surface were intricate designs, stark and beautiful against the wood’s deep red mahogany finish.

The brass insides shone like they hadn’t been sitting dormant for decades and made Dean’s fingers twitch with the urge to place a record on the turntable.

Something that he didn’t actually have.

What he did have was compact and portable. Able to whir away on continuous repeat in his baby’s tape deck.

The way it’d been for so long. Too long.

Now he had the chance fill up this space, his home, once more with something loud and lively.

With something more.

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We need to talk about Dean Winchester and chick flicks.

Specifically the time he totally tossed a Dirty Dancing/Road House DVD combo pack into his and Sam’s cart while wandering through Walmart.

Christ, Sammy, lay off. It’s cheaper than buying Road House by itself. You got something against saving a couple bucks?

Cut to a few months later and Road House is still factory sealed under a pile of research material in a corner of Dean’s room while Dirty Dancing hasn’t once left the DVD drive of his laptop.

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ok but have u thought about twink!college student!balthazar meeting older ceo!castiel @ his internship & making it his mission to seduce the mysterious bachelor who gets adorably flustered w/ bal's shameless flirting & eventually getting his man ;D

Oh my god. I haven’t before but now it’s all I can think about.

Balthazar would be such a little shit but Castiel would have an iron will in regards to keeping his attraction to the young intern under control.

Or at least he would until they’re working 48 hrs. straight on a big presentation that’s due by first of the work week.

By the time they finish in the wee hours of Monday morning Castiel’s too exhausted and too deliriously happy about having finished to keep himself in check and then *BAM* one thing leads to another and he’s got Balthazar bent over his desk screaming with pleasure while all the important paperwork they spent the weekend on is scattered all over the floor at their feet.

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Talk to me about a Denny Tattoo AU where they're both artists who try to act like they haven't fallen in love with each other as they've worked together

YESSSSSSSSS!

Oh man they’d be so awful at it, too. Everyone around them would be like… DUDE.

They’d tease and joke as they work around the shop and it’d just be absolutely disgusting. Even the customers think they’re a couple.

One of them would go out for lunch and just “happen” to come back with something from the other’s favorite restaurant, even if it took an extra trip to get the food from across town.

When they finally run out of excuses for why they fell asleep together on the couch watching movies, again and actually kiss, every single one of their friends shout to the heavens, “THANK YOU LORD, IT’S ABOUT TIME!”

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If you don't think Dean Winchester has banged someone in the back of the Impala while Bad Company's Rock Steady poured outta the speakers, well, then, you're just wrong.

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so that cas buys their daughter the cutest plushies and fluffy teddys but somehow they stay in his room and he has them all the time and deans like wtffff and cas is like I totally bought this for our child Dean think of our child and nooo where are u going with that noo don't put it in her room she'll never share

thefangsandthefun Oh my god! Poor Dean eventually has to put his foot down about Cas’ new found love of these stuffed animals, because there’s barely enough room when their daughter crawls in with them, carrying her gigantic, best loved bear, much less there now being two in the same space.

Though, more often times than not, Dean finds himself clinging to a tiny sliver of bed while his family and toys alike happily take up the rest.

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But Dean pulling off Cas' dick where he's been gagging on it only so he can beg for the angel to lube him up and shove the fat dildo on their table up his ass because he needs to be filled

Unf yes. And it’s probably one of these that can be slapped on the headboard so he can bounce between the two until he’s coming without even having touched himself.