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Title The Lonely Gods Beloved

Paring cas/dean

Summary: Castiel, the God of Darkness and Stillness, is attacked by the other gods and forced to hide in the human realm. Enraged, he decides to break the rules as well and create life on his own, which leads to the apparition of the Fay, a race of beings born of magic and nature, living peacefully in the forest. Castiel is mesmerized by the Fay kingdom, and their presence gives his immortal life meaning once again. But when the Fay kingdom falls, leaving the Fay prince called Dean with only Rowena the witch as his family, Castiel feels pushed into exile and hiding once again, until Dean finds him and asks for his help. Castiel feels the love burning brightly in his heart and realizes that he still has something to fight for with all his godly might.

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Abducted/kidnapped jensen story's + destiel

#1 so I am looking for a abducted Jensen story it is fairly old it came out around the time of maybe :deviant ways umm it's not a j2 couple fic. but more of a buddie fic.

Jensen is abducted by a group of guys I think for ransom and one of the guys has a crush on Jensen.

and Jensen being kidnapped is a bit ticked off at that time so he might have said something mean or insulting to the guy. the guy I think tells his friends the group of kidnappers. And they decide to let the guy that has a thing for Jensen have his way with him while they hold Jensen down also I remember Jared is on the cell with one of the guys when Jensen is being attacked so he hears everything.

#2 there is I think a follow-up story I think Jensen is going out with a chick and she ends up dead but it wasn't finished but this could also be another story where Jensen is abducted and hidden in a trucker gas tank thing?

turn on. Tune in. Sell out-wake up!

Excerpt Time for a distraction?

Castiel forces himself to smile, muttering to himself anything bit a rictus grin—just anything, okay?

The mantra must have some effect because when he tugs Dean forward by his hand, Dean’s lips curl up in a matching expression, his nose crinkling adorably and the koala at the corners of those gold speckled greens koala.

Dean comes to a stop in what would be the V of Castiel’s legs. He leans over, hands bracketing Castiel’s hips and upper body so tantalizingly close that Castiel wonders if Dean’s done a switch and bait on him. Who is supposed to be seducing who?

Dean is now so close that Castiel can arch up to capture his lips. Castiel curls his palm around Dean’s chin.

Dean lets out a quiet koala of against Castiel’s lips where they meet his.

Castiel keeps it soft and chaste. Almost a peck. He draws back and attempts to wink at Dean. Making those sorts of faces isn’t Castiel’s strong suit but he still manages to elicit a pout from Dean and a swift glance over his shoulder towards the open door.

When Dean whips his head back around, he has a smirk plastered across his face. He leans in to kiss Castiel again. Dean nips at his bottom lip, then soothes it with a swipe of his tongue. Dean presses his body as close as he can from this awkward angle, lips breaking contact so Dean can turn to koala them against the shell of Castiel’s ear instead.

The puff of hot breath tickles.

“Two can play at that game, Sweetheart. Lucky for you, I’m all in.”

Dean grips the front of Castiel’s shirt, licking into his mouth and beginning to take him apart with one gentle flick of his tongue after another.

“Dean, door,” Castiel says, in two ragged breaths as he drags himself away from the kiss.

Dean huffs, hands reaching out after Castiel as he hurries to shut and lock the office door.

“Now, where were we?”

Dean loops his hands around Castiel’s waist.

“You know what? Waste of good liquor aside, you might have had a point in that whole desk clearing business.”

#spnThe most ungainly and unsexy shuffling gets the two of them around the other side of the desk, with Dean’s arms still around Castiel.

“Nuh-huh,” Dean says when Castiel turns to sit back in his chair. “That’s never gonna take the weight.”

Castiel rolls his eyes. “Let go of me and I’ll make some more space on the desk. It’s a talent of mine.”

Dean lets out a small laugh as he drops his grip on Castiel.

Green eyes never leave Castiel’s back as he puts the monitor and remaining few items in the back corner.

When Castiel returns to the desk, Dean is sitting on it, legs open wide and gesturing for Castiel to come stand between them. He does.

Dean slide a hand up Castiel’s chest, then loops that arm around his neck and melts into him, letting Castiel’s strong body take most his weight.

Castiel’s stomach swoops when Dean’s other hand grips the fabric of his faded Missile Kid T-shirt that miraculously not only had Bobby kept, but still fitted—with a little more strain on the fabric.

Dean pulls at the shirt, untucking it from Castiel’s form-fitting jeans.

Castiel koala as calloused fingertips slip underneath and stroke the soft skin above his waistband.  

He holds him up like he weighs almost nothing, and he has visions of jumping into his arms and wrapping his legs around his waist while Cas carries him to his bedroom.

Castiel whimpers as Dean’s tongue slips out of his mouth.

Dean stares at him, like he’s memorizing every contour and line on Castiel’s face.

Castiel half-heartedly reaches for Dean, a pout on his face.

It earns him one more, almost brutally hard press of their lips before Dean drops his hold and shuffles further back on to the desk.

“Got anything interesting stashed away in those drawers,” Dean says  bending backwards with one elbow on the desk, the other reach over the edge.

beggars would ride 

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The reaper goes still. Like… really still. Like, stones around them, still. (Actually… Dean’s not sure he breathes. It’s hard to tell, with the feathers all over the place, constantly moving, but they’re quiet now. Unblinking.)

“You,” he says finally, “are a very strange human.”

“Yeah, you won’t be the first to say it, won’t be the last,” Dean drawls. Then he narrows his eyes. “Kind of insulting to be told that by something with, like, six wings and forty eyes, but yeah, sure, whatever you say, dude.”

When he glares at Dean, sparks fly out of some of his eyes. Like… literal sparks, jumping blue and white into the air like firecrackers on the king’s birthday. They don’t light anything on fire—sputter out before they reach anything—and Dean just barely manages to keep himself from leaping away. But the little lights vanish before they touch anything, and then the reaper dude is—mostly—just a dude again.

Well. A glowing naked dude the color of starlight on water, with the nicest cheekbones Dean’s ever seen, wings that aren’t staying still for long enough to really count them, and a couple of dozen eyes that seem to be appearing and disappearing at random… but sure.

“You are very rude,” the reaper tells him, spreading… some of its wings. Dean tries to count them again. He thinks there are six, but they’re flashing in and out of his vision, out of the corners of his eyes, and the number seems to change every time he tries to focus on them. Also, they’re not all the same size all the time. “I am not a thing.” He narrows the two eyes on his face, and the ones on his arms do the same—flashing blue at the very edges, like lightning over water.

“Also, I have a hundred and twenty-two eyes, not forty,” he adds grumpily, like an afterthought.

“Sorry,” Dean says, not sorry at all.

The eyes narrow further, and he leans towards Dean. In and in and in. Dean thinks that something’s going to touch him—those wings, the glow coming out of his skin, something, but nothing does. No warmth. Nothing human.

“You should show me some respect,” Eyeballs growls from way inside Dean’s personal space, harsh and rough, like the walls around them—like the avalanche that took Dean to the floor. “I can smite you dead where you stand.”

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The outfit’s all a little too big, though, a little too simple, like Cas is still figuring out things like how tall and how wide he is. Or maybe how to account for a body without extra flappers over his shoulders, and so he’s going for too few parts. Sure enough, when Dean looks down, Cas hasn’t got any shoes on his feet.

Castiel squints, all the way into offended again. He straightens, his shoulders pushing back even further, like he’s trying to stretch out his wings to show off how big and intimidating he is. Except he doesn’t have wings right now. Yep, definitely a little too fond of the missing flappy bits. “My true form—”

“Is pretty freakin’ bizarre,” Dean answers bluntly. “We don’t need that. Don’t do it, man.” He jabs a finger at the genie in their tiny apartmen. “In here, those wing-dings of yours would go right through the walls if you stretched ‘em out to show off how pretty you are. And then we’d all have the guard called on us for property destruction, and probably the other hunters called on you.”

Castiel goes still. The corners of his mouth droop. He glares at Dean. “I feel as if you’re not being sincere when you say I’m pretty.”

“Dean,” Sam scolds.

“Look, it’s true. He has skin like a crystal outta the witchy woman shop, and a lot of wings and eyes,” Dean says. It might be an asshole thing to say, but it is true. “Also, he was buck-ass naked and using his wings as a skirt. This is better, right?” He claps Castiel on the shoulder. “Still you, just, y’know. More normal.”

“I’m a genie. I don’t think you understand what ‘normal’ is,” the little asshole says. With air quotes.

But Sam’s latched on to his lore ideas again. “So… you have wings, normally? That’s amazing! I read in one book that genies were the size of giants, with blue skin, and smoke for legs!” he continues excitedly. “I mean… not that I’m saying you should be blue. Just…”

Cas considers that so seriously that Dean expects him to start rubbing his chin, like one of those scholars in paintings. “Perhaps that was normal in that society at the time?” he offers, finally. “Knees are a very inconvenient development in upright evolution. I’m not sure whose idea they were.”

Sam stares. “Is that, uh… is that a joke?” he finally asks.

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TURN ON.TUNE IN. SELL OUT-WAKE UP

“Does this answer your question?” Dean says, turning to face Castiel.

Dean cups Cas’s chin in his hand. Impossible green eyes peer into the depths of Castiel’s soul.

“Cas, I wanna kiss you. If that’s a problem, you need to say something—now.”

Castiel is transfixed, unable to utter a sound, let alone a word. He licks his lips nervously. Silently, he prays Dean gets the hint as that’s as close to consent as he is going to get from Castiel right now.

Dean leans forward, his thumb brushes over Castiel’s cheekbone. The kiss starts gentle and sweet as if Dean doesn’t want to spook Castiel, or overstep some hidden marker. He won’t. He can’t, because this is Dean. But Cas appreciates the gesture and sees the wisdom in it. They aren’t who they used to be. Would they even work together as a couple now? What about Jack? What would Castiel and Dean being in a relationship mean for Jack after so much time of it only being the two of them?

Castiel slides an arm around Dean’s waist, drawing him in closer.

Dean leans into him with a soft gasp and parts his lips.

Dean’s brain is stuck on a loop of holy fuck as Castiel’s mouth moves against his. It’s hot, wet, and impossibly right.

Dean moves his hand behind Castiel’s head, his fingers making small circles in the long tendrils of hair at the nape of Castiel’s neck .

When they finally pull apart, Dean hums a tune. The song immediately rushes back to Castiel’s memory. An outlier from the mixtape. One of only two that weren’t Led Zeppelin that Dean snuck in for a reason Castiel wonders if Dean would even remember now.

In his rough out of key voice, Castiel sings the words to that part of the song back to Dean. “Against the sun we raise our broken fists and give thanks to the dead for we may never get another chance to say goodbye.”

We do now, Cas,” Dean says, his voice soft and tentative. “Well maybe not goodbye just yet. But if you’re willing, I want to get to know you...now you and see where this thing leads.”

Castiel grins at him. Together, in time, they’ll work out what things m ean and how they and Gabriel and Sam and Jack all fit together. For now, he’s content to sit out here on the porch and just be with Dean.

“I’d like that, Dean. Yes, I’m willing.”