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✩ my destiel aus: a masterlist✩

brought to you by ao3 user dirtybackroad

squatter’s rights (T, 8.1k) : weirdo angel artist drifter cas meets solo-hunter dean in an abandoned house. dean flirts via references to movies that cas hasn’t seen, cas flirts via mind reading. confirmation (T, 1.8k) : dean and lisa are set to be married. big irish catholic wedding and all. only problem, dean isn’t confirmed. enter priest cas. under covers (E, 6.5k) : get your fake dating here! even more than fake dating, get your faked sex scene ( that’s a little more than fake ) here, too! inspired by and titled after an episode of ncis. it started with a photograph (T, 3.8k) : bare the musical au ? boarding school. jock dean, shy cas. including : overuse of stained glass imagery and a first kiss. you & i (T, 1.5k) : part two of the above bare the musical au. takes place during the song you and i (obviously. jesus, zo) angsty and closety and secret relationshippy. but kinda cuddly too. changing my major (T, 1.3k) : college au, morning after cuddles unanticipated consequences (E, 13.8k) : hunter dean, veterinarian cas. dean breaks into the clinic for some emergency medical care, finds a bit more than that, actually. light my candle (E, 7.8k) : roommates to accidental kink discussion to confession of mutual pining for the last 12 years to hookup. part two is in the works (just an excuse to write the waxplay that i didn’t put in the wax play fic.) they frot. candle in the mirror (T, 6.6k) : a young dean and cas gather in the woods of their small village and do some christmastide fortune telling. witchy boy cas anyone? wall lovin’ (E, 2.7K) : dean falls for his neighbor, wholly due to the thin wall separating their bedrooms and his neighbor’s tendency to have really really loud sexual experiences. a bit dub-con as dean’s being voyeuristic but. i promise that cas doesn’t mind.

canonverse fics | sapphicnatural fics | misc. spn fics

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canonverse destiel: a fic masterlist

brought to you by ao3 user dirtybackroad

a corruption cleared (M , 2.7k) : demon cure for dean, but if the cure was angelic grace. dean gets slutty. some homoerotic blood drinking, light canniblism references. from the ashes (G, 1k) : some good ol’ Cas rebuilding Dean post hell people will say we’re in love (T, 4.8k) : everyone knows but them. liiiiiterally everyone. dean and cas work a case together and everyone they see thinks they’re dating. what’s that about? allegory of happiness (G, 2.5k) : early seasons. cas doesn’t quite understand what he’s feeling, he just sure is feeling it. he asks dean what happiness is like. this is juuuust fluff. fluffy poetic garbage. they’re gay your honor. catch your breath (M, 2k) : some established relationship, post canon lovin’ gets interrupted by the past. ptsdean is something that can be so personal to me. falling must feel (T , 2.1k) : angsty repression dean trying to cope with being a little gay once by going out and performing heterosexuality. it has a nice happy ending i promise. telling the bees (T, 1.4k) : post confession, pre empty rescue. dean reflects on the death of his best friend and the love of his life. fine (G, 2k) : dean and cas bickering like the old married couple they absolutely become post canon. it’s not real fighting it just seems like it. its actually really sweet i promise. weathered glass (G, 1k) : post canon. soft and loving. porch sitting and coffee drinking and discussion about growth. destiel aus | sapphicnatural fics | misc. spn

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this fic has my favorite still-an-angel au cas and some of my favorite deanisms i’ve written. here! have some solo hunter dean flirting with ghost (1990) references and cas flirting by mind reading.

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spn girlies: a fic masterlist by ao3 user dirtybackroad

…mary… some men are like mirrors (T, 2k) : what if mary got to go a little roxie hart for the night? let her cheat on john and kill a guy a little bit, y'kno? two discount lives (T, 1.4k) : in progress. my season 12 rewrite. mary’s back, but this time she’s gay. men of letters but without all the fuckin consent issues and absolutely no ketch. <3 taking careful aim (G, 1.5k) : teenage gay mary feat. some gender issues and gay weird girls in the woods learning how to shoot. lonely for words unspoken (T, >1k) : mary goes to ellen’s roadhouse for a visit post hunt. mary/ellen

…claire… a holy fire (G, 400) : holder of my favorite claire line: “claire sits in church. somewhere out there, an angel wears her father like a coat.” miss nothing miss everything (T, >1k) : gracefreak claire. hunting angels for their grace, taking what she wants from the world. a 600 word peek into an au that lives rent fucking free in my brain and i plan on writing more of.

destiel aus | destiel canonverse fics | misc. spn

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misc. spn fics: a masterlist brought to you by ao3 user dirtybackroad

carrienatural agenda: the devil has come home (M , 700w) : john holding his sleeping son at gunpoint. dean confronts him. baptism by fire (T, 1.6k) : thee stanford fight, but if it was sam as carrie telling her mom she’s going to prom.

other: the cable guy (T, 2k) : my most unexpectedly popular fic. meet dave, comcast worker and man of the hour. he’s gotta get wifi installed at the bunker. wish him luck. rituals (G, 800w) : a bit about dean and rituals and being young and gay and alone

other lists: destiel aus | canonverse destiel | sapphicnatural

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cabernet and whiskey | dirtybackroad 

Mary wasn’t sure when she decided to head this way, but she didn’t realize where she was until she pulled into the driveway. She was nearly able to back out without being seen, speeding off towards more nothing-road to try and clear her mind, but a pickup pulled in behind her own, trapping her in place.

Fuck.

Jody was out of the truck and at Mary’s door before she could formulate any sort of plan, and fifteen minutes later, they were sat side by side on the couch, glasses of wine in hand, kids sent happily off to their rooms.

“How do you do that?” Mary waved her hand towards the hallway after the girls.

Jody laughed. “Talk to my daughters?”

Mary nodded.

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“This isn’t exactly the Brady’s, hon. We have a weird thing going on here, you know that, don’t you?”

“Like what I have going on is any sort of normal, Jody. My boys are older than me. I didn’t know how to be a mom when all I had to do was change diapers and pour cereal and now…. I’ve been dead longer than I’ve been alive.” Mary sighed, a hard resolve set in her spine. “I don’t even know why I came.”

“You don’t need a reason to come visit.”

Mary couldn’t look at Jody, let alone formulate a response. The silence sat heavy on Mary’s shoulders and settled her body deeper into the couch.

“Sam and Dean are good men, Mary. They’ve been th-“ Jody stopped, recollecting her thoughts. “You have all been through more than what’s fair, but you’re all here now.”

Dragging her eyes around the room, Mary stalled for time. She drank, she blinked, she sighed. Underneath the weight of the silence, she crumbled.

“I don’t want to be here, though. Not at all. It feels like I’m being tested and I’m failing every time. Jod, I was in heaven. I don’t even remember it, but I know I was there. It feels like last year I was picking preschools for Dean and now he’s… And Sammy, he was six months old. My baby…. And it’s not like I was even a great mother, Jody. Not then, not now. All I wanted was to be a mother. And now, God, I feel so guilty. This all… All of this is because of me.  My boys have died and lived and it's all my fault.“

Mary took a deep breath, preparing for the reaction, for the immediate pull back, the retreat caused by Mary’s life.

Instead, Jody took a deep breath and spoke.

“My son ate my husband. In front of me. Because he was dead, y’know, and I didn’t let that bother me. I moved him into the house and cooked him breakfasts in the morning and we played with his toys. And then a few days later, my zombie son killed and ate my husband in front of me.”

Mary choked out a breath. “Jesus Jody, That’s fucked.”

“I thought it might make you feel better. You know?”

“It didn’t. Specifically.”

The two women stared forward, shoulders pressed against each other on the couch.

“Want another glass of wine?”

“Ugh, no. Do you have any whiskey?” Mary was done playing the mother; one more forced glass of cabernet might be the end for her.

Jody turned to face her on the couch, eyes bright. “Where have you been all my life?”

“Dead, mostly.”

Jody snorted, reaching up to shove at Mary’s shoulder.

“Jesus, Mar. That’s fucked.”