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My art contributions for this year's @deancaspinefest 2021!
This wonderful fic was written by the amazing @casloveshisfreckles and I was so excited to work with her and make this beautiful story come to life. I was *very* inspired by the fic, and I'm SO excited to finally be sharing my art with you!
I hope you love the fic (and my art) as much as I do.
Check out the fic here!
Is he gonna be okay?
Summary: Dean rushes a dog to the vet after watching someone hit it. The closest is Dr. Castiel Novak.
Square Filled: veterinarian!Cas
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam and Jess (mentioned.) Reader.
Word Count: 494
Warning(s): Someone hits a dog, and no it’s not Sam.
A/N: This was written for @spnaubingo. Also, I don’t own the photos used in my aesthetic. Unbeta’d - so all mistakes are my own.
Satin and Sawdust by Ltleflrt
Summary: When Castiel moves out of Jimmy's house and into his own place for the first time, he saves money on buying a home by investing in a Fixer-Upper. He knows nothing about how to fix the many problems the house has, but he figures he's smart enough to figure it out. Unfortunately it's not too long before he learns that he's way in over his head.
Thankfully his new neighbor Dean is a handyman, and agrees to help him out. He knows Dean has a bit of a crush on him, but he's not taking advantage of it, really. Dean's a great guy, and quickly becomes a good friend.
But a flash of satin under Dean's toolbelt changes everything.
Comments: 10/10. I’m sure all destiel fans have read this fic at least once, I myself have read this 3 times already. This is a fantastic and I love it so damn much. Castiel is the one with the big gay freak out in this one, as it’s a reverse fic. Dean actually says “I’m totally bi” which I love, and Cas thinks he’s straight as a ruler. There’s a bit of angst due to Cas’s big gay freak out, but it ends in a sappy happy ending. Cas has a gigantic panty kink, and at first he isn’t attracted to Dean until he sees lace and satin under his toolbelt. I absolutely love the cats in this fic. Just do yourself a favour and go read this.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel & Meg Masters Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Meg Masters, Minor Characters Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Dean, Implied/Referenced Sexual Harassment, Sexual Harassment, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Discrimination, Dean Winchester Needs Therapy, Protective Castiel, Dean Has Allergies, Animals, Veterinary Clinic, Veterinarian Castiel, Mechanic Dean Winchester, Bartender Dean Winchester, True Mates Summary:
When no good deed goes unpunished, Dean ends up sentenced to community service for physically defending another Omega at his job. That is, at his former job. It's all a steaming pile of shit, and that's exactly what he has to clean up at the joint animal shelter and clinic he's been assigned to.
With a face full of allergies and a horrific mood, all Dean has to do is get through six weeks of this sinus-assaulting torture. That's not so easy with a smartass Alpha receptionist, but at least the weird Beta vet might just end up being kinda cool.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Rowena, Benny Lafitte Additional Tags: Wildlife Rescuer!Dean, wildlife vet!Cas, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Friends to Lovers, First Date, Animal Rescue, Bats, Deer, Fluff, very little angst, blanket sharing Series: Part 1 of SPN One Word Bingo Summary:
Dean's always been too busy for a relationship, but, after a visit to the wildlife vet with his latest rescues, Cas asks him out and Dean agrees. Maybe the universe just needed him to wait until the right time.
A cute and original fic with vet!Cas and wildlife rescuer!Dean. This is simply the sweetest thing, perfect for when you’re feeling down! 🖤
What about a destiel veterinarian!au??
I love vet!Cas. He’d own his own animal clinic and he’d take the care of his fluffy little patients very seriously.
I just can’t decide if I like the idea of Dean being a pet owner or a vet tech better. Because on one hand, you have Dean with cats (I know he’s allergic but we’re gonna ignore that) that he babies the shit out of. And Cas can’t help find the sight of this big tough looking dude making baby noises to his fuzzy gray kitten adorable.
On the other hand, Dean as a vet tech talking to all the animals. He’d bicker at the birds, because they squawk a lot and even though they’re not actually saying anything, Dean would have his own little arguments with them
”These scrubs do not make my ass look fat, Polly. You’re just covering up for your crippling self-esteem issues.”
The bird squawks “I’m a pretty bird”
To which Dean responds “You may have nice feathers but you’re a dick”
And Dean fawning over puppies and kitties and trying his best to be nice to the weird kids who bring in their weird rats (because rats are gross. guinea pigs are okay because if you shave one it looks like a hippo, but rats are gross) And, of course, Dean comforting small children who worry about their sick pets.
Cas tries really hard not to laugh at Dean’s antics and because of that Dean thinks he doesn’t like him at all. That’s why Dean stops making so many jokes at work. And that of course concerns Cas because Dean’s not acting right. So, Cas does the only logical thing he can think of, ask everyone but Dean what’s wrong. After many theories (”maybe he’s going through family stuff”, “maybe he broke up with someone”, “maybe he’s sick”, “maybe he’s just decided to quit being a dick to everyone” “he’s only a dick to you, meg”) it’s Charlie who tells him they both need to get their heads out of their asses and makes sure the two of them have the same appointments for the next three days. Eventually, Cas asks and some awkward conversation later they both realize that they’re reading waaaay to much into each other and agree to go out for lunch and finally talk like regular humans. (Which of course leads to good conversation, shameless flirting, doubts about whether or not they’re reading into the shameless flirtation and another lunch date)
Ultimately, it’s Dean’s Dr. Doolittle routine that finally gives him away. He’s talking to a box of kittens about Cas, specifically about how their adorable little squinting it too much like Cas’s adorable little squinting when Cas walks into the room. Cas of course, blurts out “you think I’m adorable”
And Dean fumbles a response that’s something like “well, you, eyes, blue, you know? it’scuteorwhatever.”
Cas just chuckles and asks Dean to dinner, making absolutely sure that he understands it’s a date-date.
About that vet/fireman AU, what if cas&dean lose touch bc one of them moves away & they become a fireman & a vet; dean rescues a stray dog and decides to keep it but when he takes it to the vet: surprise!
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
So my aunt came over for Christmas dinner and was talking to my mom about her horses and the cute vet. Well, I overheard pretty much everything and a certain (rather risqué) comment inspired a fanfic. So I give you an AU with cowboy!Dean and vet!Cas with lawyer!Sam and baker!chocolatier!Gabriel with very little swearing and one risqué comment that is almost exactly what my aunt said quietly at the dinner table.
Dean awoke to the summer sunlight streaming through the windows of the converted barn he shared with Sam. Grunting, Dean pulled on a worn pair of jeans and headed downstairs.
“Morning, Sammy,” he yawned, making his way to the stove.
“Morning,” Sam replied, pausing his typing long enough to throw a tennis ball across the room
“Sammy, I said the dog could sleep in the house, but that doesn't mean you can sic him on me,” Dean complained, shaking off the energetic young sheltie.
“Here, boy!” Sam called, laughing as the fur-ball landed in his lap.
“You taking him to work with you?” Dean asked, sliding a plate of bacon and eggs over to Sam.
“Yeah, the guy downstairs loves him.”
“Mr. Big-shot lawyer's making friends with the baker?”
“Shut up.”
“Hey, I'm proud of you.”
“Vet coming to take a look at Baby today?”
“Yeah, something's still off with her.”
“I'm sure she's fine, see you later,” Sam replied, grabbing his coat and messenger bag as he headed out the door with his dog. Dean sighed and threw the dishes in the sink before taking off for the barn.
“Hey, Baby, how's it going?” Dean asked softly as he approached the massive black draft horse. Baby nickered softly as she nuzzled against her daddy's shoulder.
“I love you too,” Dean laughed, “now how about breakfast?”
Sam pulled into his parking spot behind the sweet shop and opened the passenger side door for his dog before getting out of the car himself. He was just about to head around front for his dog when the owner of the sweet shop flung open the back door.
“Hey, Samsquatch! Your hairball's back here, come on in.”
“Thanks, Gabriel,” Sam replied, grabbing the door. He laughed when he saw his dog; his back half was wagging despite the hairnet Gabriel had put on him.
“So I never did ask, how'd you end up with fluffy here?” Gabriel queried, deftly piping chocolate into a mold.
“The neighbor's sheepdog had puppies and I talked my brother into getting one.”
“Your brother doesn't like dogs?”
“He prefers his horses.”
“Huh....”
“What?”
“I had you pegged as a city kid, that's all.”
“No, my dad was a traveling ranch hand so we grew up on farms all over the country.”
“Arf!” the dog added for good measure.
“I better get upstairs, see you at lunch,” Sam smiled as he headed out the door.
Dean had spent most of the morning cleaning out the barn. At some point it had gotten too hot and he had left his shirt...somewhere...still had his hat though. Baby seemed to be enjoying the sunshine, she wandered slowly, often returning to nuzzle against Dean's bare back and chest – not that he minded – she was soft. He was concerned that she wasn't playing with the other horses though.
“Come on, Baby, let's go for a ride,” Dean offered.
Baby trotted over happily and Dean led her toward a tree with branches like a ladder. It took Dean no time at all to swing himself up into the tree and onto Baby's back. Baby enjoyed long walks through the fields and forests, and Dean loved nothing more than being six feet up riding bareback.
Sam was glad when noon rolled around; small town law was never very exciting, and most of the time his only company was his dog. At least during lunch he could stretch his legs and talk to Gabriel.
“Come on, boy, time for a walk.”
The dog jumped up on Sam eagerly before racing out the open door. Sam smiled, shook his head, and ran after his fur-ball. He caught up a block and a half away, that dog had a bigger head start than Sam realized. They were soon at the park, the dog being adored by all the small children and Sam being adored by their mothers. It was a little unnerving, and Sam was always glad when it was time to head to the bakery for a cookie or two.
“Hey, kiddo, the usual?” Gabriel greeted as Sam entered the sweet shop.
“Please.”
“I've been experimenting with carrot cake, mind testing some for me?” Gabriel called from the back
“I'd love to,” Sam replied as Gabriel returned with an assortment of sweets.
“Knew I could count on you,” Gabriel winked.
“So...I told you about my childhood, you going to tell me about yours?” Sam asked carefully in between mouthfuls of chocolate chip cookie.
“Not much to tell,” Gabriel answered evasively.
“No?”
“I grew up in a gated community, and when my brother got kicked out of the house I ran away to pastry school and never looked back.”
“I'm sorry....”
“Don't be, it's fine,” Gabriel scolded half-heartedly as he pushed an assortment of chocolates toward Sam, “try these.”
“Mmm, strawberry?”
“Raspberry. It's one o'clock, you heading up?”
“Yeah, I should get back to work, see you later.”
Dean was giving Baby a good brushing out in the fresh air when the vet showed up in his beat-up, old, red pickup. You could here that thing coming a mile away, and Dean swore that one of these days he was going to steal it and fix it up. Hey, this was a small town, cars disappear for an afternoon all the time – usually teenagers out for a joyride – and nobody calls the cops...just the parents.
“Hello, Dean,” the vet, Cas, nodded.
“Hey, Cas, Baby's been acting a little strange recently.”
Cas nodded and approached Baby. The guy was a little weird, but Dean had to admit he had a way with horses, they seemed to accept him as one of their own.
“Nineteen hands?” Cas's gravelly voice jolted Dean from his thoughts.
“Uh, yeah, nineteen even.”
“Big girl.”
“Yeah...you want to ride her?” Jeez, Dean was losing his mind.
“I don't have much experience....”
“You'll be fine, Baby's gentle. You can ride bareback, right?”
“...I've never tried....”
“Seriously?”
Cas nodded. Dean couldn't believe it.
“It's easy. Go climb up on the fence over there and I'll bring Baby over.”
Cas reluctantly did as he was told, and Dean helped him up onto Baby. Once Cas was settled, Dean took off his hat and handed it up.
“Now you look the part,” Dean decided.
Cas smiled shyly and, with a nod, touched the brim of his hat. Dean laughed and led Baby on a nice slow walk around the farm.
“Thank you, both of you,” Cas uttered as Dean helped him down.
“No problem.”
“If you don't mind, I'd like to give Baby one more look before I go.”
“Sure, okay,” Dean replied, happy – not that he'd admit it – to watch Cas work.
Cas turned his attention to Baby, looking over every inch of her while Dean watched in silence. He was pleasantly surprised when Baby nickered at Cas and he nickered back.
“There's nothing wrong with her, Dean,” Cas quietly announced all of a sudden, “You take such good care of your horses, I almost wish I could be one of them....”
“Aw, Cas, you don't have to be a horse for me to ride you,” SHIT! Did he really just say that?
“I expect dinner first. I'm free on Thursdays,” Cas answered after a moment without turning away from Baby
Dean laughed, “Alright then, I'll pick you up on Thursday, five o'clock?”
“That sounds wonderful,” Cas smiled.
Sam walked downstairs slowly at the end of the day, his dog bouncing ahead. He couldn't believe he was actually going through with his plan.
“Hey, Gabriel?” Sam poked his head in the back door.
“What's up, kiddo?”
“I, uh, was wondering – if you're not busy – if you might want to come over on the weekend. We could take a couple of the horses out for a ride...if you want?”
“Are you asking me out?”
“Uh...yes?”
“Thought you'd never ask, Samsquatch,” Gabriel grinned, “Sunday? I'll bring lunch.”
“Sounds great,” Sam smiled, “you have the address?”
“Of, course, sugar.”
“See you then, honey.”
It was almost Christmas, and Sam had been outside chopping wood. He blew on his hands and stomped the snow off his boots as he entered the house. The second he opened the door he was hit with the scent of baking and the sound of Christmas carols.
“Hey, Samsquatch, come get a cookie,” Gabriel called from across the kitchen.
Sam quickly crossed the room and, grabbing a cookie, kissed his boyfriend softly.
“How long do you think Dean-o and Cas will be?” Gabriel questioned.
“I don't know, depends on how long it takes them to find a tree.”
“How many cookies do you think we need?”
“I – what?”
“Dean-o's going to hitch up the sleigh later and we're taking the Sunday school caroling.”
“...I think we have enough cookies.”
Before Gabriel could reply the sounds of jingle bells and Dean and Cas singing drifted through the cracked-open window.
“Sam! Gabriel! Come help with the tree!” Dean yelled as he guided Baby toward the door.
Later that night the four of them were sitting around the fire nibbling on cookies and chocolates, Sam's dog asleep under the tree.
“You know,” Dean yawned, “with the amount of time you two spend here you should just move in.”
“Gabriel?” Sam asked the man cuddled against his side.
“Be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Hells yeah.”
“Dean? You and Cas talked about this?” Sam asked.
“Yeah, while we were out getting the tree.”
“He's moving in?”
“Yeah, awesome, right?”
“Yeah.”
Cas hummed in agreement from where he lay with his head in Dean's lap.
“It's pretty late.” Gabriel yawned.
“We should go to bed.” Sam agreed.
“Carry me, Sammy, please?” Gabriel begged, hugging Sam.
Sam smirked and, picking Gabriel up, headed up to bed. Gabriel wrapped his arms and legs around Sam and nuzzled into his neck before falling asleep in his arms.
“Should we go to bed too?” Dean asked his boyfriend.
“Yes,” Cas responded, leading Dean by the hand upstairs.
