SPN Horror Big Bang

Author: Baileys || @baileys101 Artist: hellion-cat || @hellion-cat

Rating: Mature Archive Warnings: None Word count: 11.5k Tags: Psychological horror, Getting Together, Dean love Castiel, Castiel loves Dean

Summary:

Once again, Castiel is forced to fight for his right to choose. It was never going to end any other way.

Excerpt:

“Cas? Who you talking to?” He turned sharply. Dean stood behind him, hands in his pockets, eyebrows raised. The casual posture didn’t match the sharpness in his eyes. Cas blinked. The corridor was gone. The bunker’s dungeon walls rise around him instead—cold stone, iron rings, the faint smell of dust and old magic. He doesn’t remember walking here. He doesn’t remember anything between chasing his shadow and… this. “What are you doing in here?” Dean asks, voice low, cautious. Cas opens his mouth. The truth right there—I saw myself—but the words won’t come. They dissolve before they reach his tongue, leaving only a hollow ache in his chest. “I don’t know,” he says finally. It sounded small. Wrong. Dean studies him. Not with concern—Cas knows Dean’s concern, knows the warmth of it even when Dean tries to hide it. This was different. This was cold. Clinical. Like he was assessing a threat. Something inside Cas clenched.

Author: ReelNaturalFreak || @reelnaturalfreak Artist: EnTeSelene || @enteselene Rating: Explicit Archive Warnings: Child death, violence, non-con touching, and graphic depictions of body fluids Word count: 62.6K Tags: Non-Traditional Ghosts, Horror/Comedy, Body Horror, Graphic depictions of body fluids,Violence

Summary:

Dean Winchester lost his parents to a demon when he was only four years old. Castiel ran into a ghost when he was sixteen. Years later, the two found each other, became best friends, and began studying the paranormal. Now they’ve started Hunter Crop, a service that takes on and eliminates paranormal hauntings. They just need someone to take them seriously. One real phone call, one real case, and Castiel is sure Hunter Crop will finally take off.

Excerpt:

The ringtone was coming down the hall, and so were screams of horror. Dean knew that scream from anywhere. It was Cas! Dean sprinted down the hall to Ben’s bedroom. He twisted the knob and swung open the door. Dean had seen a lot, but he wasn’t prepared for the sight before him. As much as he hated himself for it, he froze. There was a ghost, another ghost. Its fleshy body was that of a snake. A wrinkly, bumpy snake. Its body filled the room. It was on the floor, under the bed, over the bed, and on the floor again. Twist and turns of tube-y flesh consumed the room. The jaw of the ghost was unhinged, its mouth stretched to impossible lengths. Its nose and ears looked like those of a small child, but its eyes were pitch black. That wasn’t even the most disturbing part. Half of Cas was in its mouth as it was slowly swallowing him, inch by inch. The top part of Cas was still there. His back was on the floor, one arm flailing as he tried to beat the ghost’s head. His friend looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes. “Dean!” He cried, and that was all it took for him to snap out of it. Dean ran past Cas and the ghost’s head. He jumped over its body until he reached the bed. The body pulsated as it inched closer and closer to Cas. Dean raised the machete above his head and swung down as hard as he could. The monster let out a muffled hiss that rumbled all the way down its body, but it kept going forward, taking another inch of Cas. To Dean’s horror, when he lifted the blade, the ghost was unharmed. Shit! Shit! Shit! The ghost couldn’t be killed this way. Dean’s mind scrambled how he could kill the ghost. It was hard to think, though, when Cas was screaming, and that stupid, fucking ringtone kept playing on repeat. Di-de-di-da-di-de-do-do Di-ba-di-de-do Di-de-de-di-de-de-de-do-do-day-bi-di-do Di-de-di-da-di-de-do-do Di-ba-di-de-do Di-de-de-di-de-de-de-do-do-day-bi-di-do (Yeehaw) here we go Dean ran back, forgetting about planning anything. He was panicking too much to think straight. He dropped his weapon and grabbed Cas’s wrists. Cas grabbed his. Dean tried tugging the guy out of the ghost’s mouth, but it was useless. The ghost had swallowed Cas up to his chest. Dean’s heart was hammering in his chest. If he didn’t do something and fast, the thing would eat his best friend. He let go of Cas and pulled himself free from his hold. “Dean!” Cas pleaded. Dean didn’t answer him. He straddled the ghost. Cas was screaming, Dean was shouting as he punched the ghost’s head, and cheerful hamsters were singing because Amy would not stop calling. “Dean! Dean, please help me!” Cas cried. The thing was getting closer to swallowing him whole, and nothing Dean did was working. So, he did the only thing he could think of and shoved his thumbs into the ghost’s eyes.

Author: FriendofCarlotta || @friendofcarlotta Artist: szlez || @szlez Rating: Explicit Archive Warnings: Descriptions of Dead Bodies, Vomiting, Mentions of Suicide, Child Death, Temporary MCD Word count: 36k Tags: Inspired by The Ring, Established Relationship, Alternate Angel Lore Summary:

Never open an email attachment from an unknown sender.

It’s a good rule to live by, unless you’re a reporter and the email makes reference to your investigation of missing persons cases. Maybe even then, because when Castiel Novak opens the attachment, he’s exposed to disturbing video footage that is said to kill anyone who watches it within seven days.

The more Castiel learns about the footage, the more he comes to believe that it’s connected to the case of Anna Milton, one of the people whose disappearance he has been investigating. When his husband Dean is exposed to the footage as well, Castiel becomes locked in a race to save them both before their seven days are up.

Excerpt:

Castiel hung up the call without giving Sam a chance to respond. His cell phone clattered as it hit the kitchen counter. Within seconds, he was outside the door to the office. He didn’t bother knocking. Dean sat in the desk chair, his phone to his ear and a puzzled look on his face. He dropped it when Castiel burst through the door. “Cas, what the—” The question Castiel had been planning to ask died on his lips. He didn’t need to ask it, not when the evidence was right there on the screen: a video player paused on a frozen image of rippling water. Dean had watched the video. “No,” he said, shaking his head convulsively. “No. No.” He strode over to the desk and closed out of the video, as though that could make any difference at this point. Closing the video revealed the work email tab he hadn’t closed out the last time he’d used the computer. That must be how Dean had accessed the video, but it didn’t explain his reasoning. “Why?” Castiel asked. It was the only thing he could think to say. Dean stared up at him with an expression that had started out defiant, but was rapidly shifting to concern. Castiel’s distress must be that obvious. “I wanted to see what had you so spun out,” Dean said. “It was right there, so I figured I’d watch. Ain’t like I can get you to talk about this stuff with me any other way, apparently.” Castiel’s fault. All Castiel’s fault. If he hadn’t let himself get so swept up, if he’d talked to Dean about his concerns from the jump, Dean would have known to be careful. He would have known to avoid watching the video. Fuck. “Cas. Hey. Hey.” Dean held out his hands and offered them to Castiel. Castiel took them and let himself be pulled down into Dean’s lap. It wasn’t until Dean’s thumb brushed a tear off his cheek that he realized he’d started to cry. He tucked his head next to Dean’s, breathing in the warm skin smell of him. Dean’s arms squeezed him around the middle. “I still don’t get what’s got you so upset, hon,” Dean said quietly. “Talk to me.” How was he meant to convey the horrible weight of unease that had taken up residence inside him ever since he’d first seen the footage? Everything he could possibly say would sound ridiculous. Still, he had to try. Avoidance had gotten them into this mess in the first place. “Dean, people who watch this video… they die.”

Author: Sunny_Side_Up || @ishipdestiel

Artist: jellyvolcano ||

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Major Character Death, Major Depictions of Violence

Word count: 12.4k

Tags: Hitchhiker Castiel, Salesman Dean Winchester, Blood and Gore, Exsanguination, Mentally Unstable Dean Winchester

Summary:

Castiel is a down-on-his-luck attorney with nowhere to go but up, after his family abandoned him. Dean is the kind stranger who picked him up from the side of the road and is giving him a ride all the way to California and claims to not want anything in return. But you know what they say, if something seems too good to be true, it probably is.

Excerpt:

Sitting by the side of the road in the middle of Kansas desert with all of his earthly possessions in a single bag, Cas has to turn his head away each time a vehicle passes by. The wind from each passing car stirs up dust that he tries and fails not to breathe in. He's in the middle of one such coughing fit when he notices an old black car start to slow down, then pull over just ahead of him. Not getting ahead of himself, Cas sits, patiently awaiting whatever questions the driver might have for him in order to possibly get a ride. Anxiety flutters low in his stomach, reminding Cas that not everyone has good intentions. A bowlegged, extremely handsome man gets out of the car and starts walking back toward him. Cas tries not to get his hopes up, people have stopped, then refused to take him in the past. “Need a ride?” The man asks, standing a few feet from Cas, looking down at him with emerald green eyes, long eyelashes and perfect pink cupid’s bow lips. The man is wearing a brown leather jacket over a plain white T-shirt, faded jeans and brown work boots. His light brown hair is short and spiked up in the front. “Name’s Dean,” he offers suddenly, with a shy smile. There’s something about it that settles Cas’ stomach, something he trusts. Cas grabs his bag and stands up. “Castiel, but you can call me Cas.” He probably shouldn’t have given his real name, but it’s too late now. Dean nods. “So, where are you headed, man?” Cas shrugs. “As far west as you're willing to take me.” It’s said casually, as if Dean’s response isn’t potentially life-altering for him. Dean seems to take in Cas’ disheveled appearance, contemplating him for a moment before he answers with, “Well then, you’re in luck ‘cause I’m headed to California.” Cas is a little shocked that this man happens to be driving right where he wants to go, but he shrugs it off. “That’ll work. I mean, if you’re really willing to let me ride that far with you?” he asks, hopefully. Dean is the one who shrugs this time, with a confident smile as he tucks his hands in his jeans pockets. “Sure, why not?”

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