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A new Autistic!Dean Destiel fic? That's COMPLETED? Say what?!

This is a one shot that takes place in my "Celebration Day" AU. The gang is investigating a murder involving a cult who uses magical means to punish it's members if their secrets slip out.

“Sir, we have a problem.”

Castiel sighs. His five least favorite words. He glances up, frowning at Inias. “What kind of problem?” He doesn’t add that it had better be important to justify the younger man barging into his office like this, but it’s implied.

Inias takes a deep breath before stepping fully into the room, letting Castiel’s glass office door shut behind him. “The DA’s office is refusing to back down on the Ishim case.”

“And you paid them the standard amount?”

“Yes, sir. But one of the DDAs refused it.”

“Refused it.”

“He’s new. He doesn’t understand our arrangement.”

“Hm.” Castiel closes his laptop and leans back in his chair, considering both the situation and the man in front of him. They hadn’t had a problem with the DA in years—at least, not since Castiel had taken over. Their messes were less messy and they paid more generously for silence. “How much does he need to understand?”

“That’s the problem, sir. I don’t think he will.”

Castiel scoffs. “Anyone in power can be bought off,” he replies, because in all his years he’d never met someone who couldn’t be. Power corrupts, after all.

Inias shifts uneasily, and Castiel can tell he isn’t going to like how this ends.

“We’ve received word that he’s begun investigating independently.”

Castiel groans at this, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“But don’t worry!” Inias continues quickly, hurridly. “We can put our best men on the assignment, have him taken care of by tonight—”

“Wait,” Castiel cuts him off with a sigh. He forces his eyes back open. “I’m not mad,” he says before anything else, because Inias looks like a deer in the headlights and even after all this time his employees still need occasional reminding that he is not his brothers.

When he’d taken over for Michael he’d promised himself—he’d promised everyone—less bloodshed. He swore to defend his family, business, and territory from Crowley and his cronies, but he’d been determined to stop ending innocent lives. For some reason, though, innocents just love getting in the way. He sighs again. “What’s his name?”

“Sam Winchester.”

********************

When Sam and Eileen first tell Dean they want to name their unborn son after him, Dean's reaction is one of shock. He plays it off with a joke, though.

"Jeez, Sammy, way to curse the kid right off the bat," he says, which earns him a bitchface from Sam, a look of reproval from Cas, and Jack furrowing his brow and asking Eileen what bats have to do with childbirth.

"It's what they're gonna use to knock me out when I go into labor," she deadpans, and they all laugh.

*********

Dean spends the next several months trying to convince Sam and Eileen to go with a different name.

"What about 'Bobby'?" he offers one day during dinner. "Or 'Charlie'. That could work for a boy."

Sam rolls his eyes. "Dean--"

"Or 'Sam'! Come on, Sammy, don't tell me you don't like the idea of having a Sam Jr."

"Sorry, Dean," says Eileen, smirking in a way that suggests she is not, in fact, sorry, "but Garth beat us to it."

And Dean scowls and looks down at his plate, because there goes any argument he was about to make in favor of 'Castiel', too. "I'm just sayin'," he says after a moment, "there's gotta be another name you like better."

He feels a pair of arms wrap around his shoulders and looks up to see Cas leaning over his chair, expression soft. "Personally," says Cas, "I think 'Dean' is a lovely name." He quirks a smile and adds, "You might even say it's one of my favorites."

Dean feels his face flush in a way he's still learning to deal with. "Yeah, well," he grumbles, "that's 'cause you're a sap."

The kiss Cas presses to his temple by way of response makes him feel a little better, though.

**********

"You're too hard on yourself," Cas says gently that night, the words warm against the back of Dean's neck as Cas holds him close under the covers. "You're a better man than you give yourself credit for."

Dean shifts self-consciously. "'m fine with myself," he mumbles. "Just don't see why anyone would wanna name a kid after me. I've done a lot of bad things, Cas."

"And you've also done a lot of good things," comes Cas's patient reply. "I told you once that everything you've done, the good and the bad, has been for love, and I meant it. Everyone who knows you sees that it's true, Sam and Eileen especially. What better legacy to pass on to their child than one of love?"

Dean lets out a shaky breath. "I don't deserve you; you know that, right?"

But Cas just grips him tighter, right hand wrapping around to squeeze Dean's shoulder. "Of course you do."

**********

A few months later, they're all at the hospital, and Dean gets to hold his nephew for the first time.

"Careful," says Sam, with all the anxiousness of a first-time father, "make sure you support his head."

"I know how to hold a baby, Sam."

"Right. Sorry."

"He's so small!" whispers Jack, practically bouncing on his heels at Dean's side. He looks up at Eileen and signs, "I thought he'd be bigger."

From the bed, Eileen gives a tired laugh. "Hey, I'm not complaining."

"He's beautiful," says Cas, smiling down at Dean Jr. "Congratulations to you both." He rests his chin on Dean's shoulder, adding, in a quieter voice, "You see? He's perfect."

Team Free Will 3.0 (Dean had upgraded them once Eileen became a pretty obvious permanent member) was gathered in the bunker kitchen. Dean and Cas had called them there to make an announcement over breakfast. Sam, Eileen, and Jack had assumed the newlyweds were finally about to reveal their honeymoon plans – where they were going, when, and for how long.

What they didn’t expect was to be invited along.

But Cas and Dean were looking at them as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “We know it’s our honeymoon,” said Dean. “And we’re still going to do things that are just us. But –”

“But we’ve never had a vacation together,” Cas added, almost as if they had rehearsed it. “You know, as a family. And that’s what we want.” Cas looked from Sam to Eileen, eyes finally settling on Jack, who smiled awkwardly back at him.

“But that’s kind of weird, right?” said Sam, trying one more time.

Dean rolled his eyes. “So? Who cares? Last week I married a former Angel of the Lord, in front of some werewolves, the Queen of Hell, and some dead people. We’re gonna worry about weird now?”

Spells, Potions, and a Wizard Boyfriend by whispered_story (J2 AU)

One More Word by @karategirl80 (blatant self promotion, sastiel)

Finding Our Way by @pherryt (Dean/Cas/Benny/Alfie, wip)

The Process by @soupernabturel (destiel)

Adventures in Problem Solving by @blueeyesandpie (destiel, PBExchangeWinter)

Angel Put Aside For Me by @treefrogie84 (sam/jess, destiel)

Bluebells by @envydeanwrites (destiel)

America’s Most Wanted by @alyndra9 (sam/amelia)

Y’now, I think I can!

Dean has never been much for celebrating New Year’s. Every year, with the change of the clock came the promise of a new threat, more pain, and more of the same unending suffering. This year, though… this year is different. Sure, there’s always a threat on the horizon. As a hunter, there will always be pain and loss and suffering. But this year in particular, he has something new to look forward to. Because this year, Dean’s not alone.

In the week between Christmas and New Year, Dean racks his brain to devise the perfect plan. It’s his first with Cas, and it needs to be good. No, not just good. Perfect. Sam teases him, of course, but when he points out it’s Sam’s first with Eileen, he shuts up pretty quick.

Dean and Sam debate a quiet night at home, just Sam, Eileen, Cas, and himself. But then he thinks… why not go all out? Why not go big? He gets to ring in a New Year with the love of his life — the angel who defied Heaven for him — and a quiet night in the bunker just won’t do it.

He has to find something better.

On his various grocery, coffee, and beer runs, Dean perished the cork boards with local flyers for any ideas or possible leads. What the fuck could make New Year’s spectacular in the middle of Kansas. Every time, he came up empty. Until December 30th, when he came across an ad for a massive party over in Kansas City. It’s a little over four hours, but it’s close enough for them to make the drive and far enough away for a motel. And, to boot, its theme is Great Gatsby. Dean’s a sucker for a good theme, so he snatches the flier and heads home to inform everyone of the news.

+

“A what?” Sam’s incredulous, staring at Dean likes he’s speaking gibberish.

“A Great Gatsby party! C’mon, Sammy, I’m sure Eileen doesn’t wanna sit on her ass in the bunker on New Year’s! Let’s get dressed up! Get outta here. Do somethin’ fun!”

Sam sighs, and Dean can tell he’s mulling it over. Finally, he shrugs. “Fine. Yeah. I guess it could be fun.” He moves toward the hall, running a hand through his hair. “I’ll tell Eileen.”

+

Dean finishes straightening his tie, and takes a deep breath. “Not bad,” he says, giving himself a once over. He smooths his hands down the front of his wine-colored jacket and nods. “Not bad at all.” Lebanon might be the middle of nowhere, but at least it’s near civilization. A quick trip out of town yesterday evening produced a tux for each of them and a dress for Eileen. They’d all split up, picking their own things, before they headed home together.

With a deep breath, Dean opens the door, and meets Cas on the other side. His hair is only slightly disheveled, and he’s wearing the most ridiculous tux. But Dean’s damned if it doesn’t look incredible on him. “Hey, Cas,” he says softly, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Hello, Dean.” How is it possible for his eyes to look that blue? It takes Dean’s breath away. “You look nice. That,” Cas is speaking and pointing to him, and Dean has to bring himself back, “is a good color for you.”

“Yeah,” Dean breathes. He can’t help himself, and grabs Cas’s lapel, dragging him in for a heated kiss. “You, too.”

Sam arrives behind Cas a moment later, dressed smartly in a black tux. Eileen’s at his side in a shining, emerald gown, her hair swept back behind one ear. “Alright, guys, save it for the ball drop. Let’s get going.”

Dean pulls back, but keeps his hands on Cas’s hips. “Eileen, you look stunning. Way too good or my little brother, y’know.”

Eileen flashes Sam a loving smile, and nudges him gently. “I know.”

+

The location, Dean finds, is absolutely fitting for a Gatsby party. It’s a gorgeous, grand mansion, and they can hear the music from the street. The lights are shimmering as people mill around, coming and going.

Dean buttons his jacket as he steps out of the car, and he can’t seem to wipe the smile from his face. “Hell yeah,” he says. “This is awesome!” He doesn’t hesitate in reaching for Cas’s hand, and nods to Sam as they lead the way to the door.

Dean eagerly exchanges cash for tickets and the foursome step into the mansion. He watches Cas as the angel looks around in awe.

Dropping Cas’s hand long enough to grab two glasses of champagne from a passing tray, he hands one to Cas and turns to him with a bright smile. “Here’s lookin’ at us,” he says, clinking his glass against Cas’s. They knock back a swig of the champagne and Dean pulls him in for another kiss.

It’s a new thing for him, the publicity of their relationship. But if the way he feels right now is any indication, he won’t be subduing it any time soon.

“I love you,” he murmurs against Cas’s lips, and grins as he pulls back. He doesn’t wait for Cas to respond. “Let’s check out the rest of this place.”

The organizers of this party have, seemingly, spared no expense. Champagne seems to flow endlessly, the music is perfect, and the atmosphere is intoxicating in itself. He’d made a great choice, he thinks, looking on with a smirk as a guy is tackled into the pool by a girl in a flapper costume.

They meet up with Sam and Eileen once an hour later, and Sam grudgingly admits he’s having a great time. Eileen is elated.

It’s nearing midnight when the music slows to a ballad. Dean pulls a reluctant Cas to the dance floor and they sway together, lost in each other’s eyes. “You make it worth it, Cas,” he says, carding his fingers through the angel’s hair. “The miserable life we lead. The stupid new year. I’m excited for it this year. ‘Cause I have you.”

Cas smiles, his eyes lighting up. “You’ve always made everything worth it, Dean. Even before I knew what it was to love. You’ve always been worth it.”

Ten!

“Worth more than Heaven, huh?”

Nine!

“Heaven, Hell, creation itself.”

Eight!

“Now you’re exaggeratin’.”

Seven!

“I’m not, Dean. Pulling you from Hell… it was the greatest achievement of all.”

Six!

“Because through you, I learned more than just taking orders. I learned about hope.”

Five!

“And forgiveness. And joy.”

Four!

“Art. Love.”

Three!

“In you, Dean, I learned what Home truly meant. I learned what it’s like to be loved and to feel meaning.”

Two!

“Cas, I—“

One!

“I love you, Dean.”

Happy new year!

Dean sighs. “And forever beyond.” He leans in, capturing Cas’s lips in a deep, languid kiss, and they cling to each other, oblivious to the world as the partygoers cheer, and confetti rains down.

In the new year, in their life together, and all the possibilities of the future, they have each other to come home to — to quell each other’s fears and make the other feel loved.

With a smile, Dean brushes his thumb along Cas’s jaw. Happy new year, indeed. >

++

A note: They’re wearing the tuxes J2M were wearing in the Halloween Entertainment Weekly shoot!

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Dean called him “Miracle.” It was the first time anyone had given him a name, and Miracle liked it almost as much as he liked his new home. 

It was a big home, filled with interesting scents and even more interesting people, although Miracle wasn’t exactly sure what sort of humans Cas and Jack were. They smelled different, but not in a bad way, and Jack in particular gave very good hugs. He even let Miracle sleep in his room on nights when Dean shooed Miracle out into the hallway with a smile and a “Sorry, boy, but there are some things I’d rather you didn’t see” while Cas rolled his eyes and said “Dean, it’s perfectly natural” from over on the bed.

Sam took Miracle running every morning, and Sam was fast, but Miracle was faster. He tried to always stay at least a little bit ahead of Sam, just in case any of the geese down by the pond got any funny ideas. Sometimes Eileen joined them on their runs and convinced Sam to let Miracle have something called a “puppuccino” that came in a little white cup and tasted sweet. Eileen would pat Miracle’s head as he lapped it up, and when he licked her face afterward, she’d ruffle his fur and call him a good boy.

But Miracle’s favorite times were when everyone gathered in the Dean Cave. Dean would make snacks and pile into a recliner with Cas while Sam and Eileen cuddled on the couch and Miracle sprawled out on the rug next to Jack, and they’d laugh and watch movies and at least one person—usually Cas—would sneak Miracle some popcorn (or “pupcorn”, as Dean called it once when he caught Cas in the act, eyes twinkling as everyone but Jack groaned). 

The Words Are Finally Here

Asking you to stay

The words are finally here

So let’s rewind

Would you rewind it all the time

--  Rewind By Goldspot

Chuck is gone and Jack has come into his full powers - not quite a god but apparently close enough to keep the balance of the universe in check. They’ve all survived by some lucky miracle and the question is -- what next?

Dean doesn’t pry, but Sam and Eileen seem happy. He can see the way the wind is blowing, that those two might just settle down in a house with a dog and 2.5 kids after all.

Jack says he needs to go to Heaven. There’s much work to be done there, and he needs to gain the trust of the few angels that remain. And then he looks at Cas, all hopeful eyes and sincerity. “Will you come with me, Cas?  Help me be a good leader?”

And Cas, well, his emotions show plainly on his face. He looks as if he’s been shot through with pride and love. Dean gets it, of course. Jack is their kid, but truly so for Cas, and with good reason. Cas was the only one to protect the boy from the start, while he lived in his mother’s womb. Cas was the father Jack searched for when he was only a day old. And Cas, as a fallen angel, understands Jack’s powers and humanity in ways even Sam and Dean can’t.

It makes sense that Cas would go with Jack, even though the idea makes Dean’s stomach sink to his feet.

It’s therefore a shock when Cas’s eyes suddenly slide over Dean then back to Jack, and he says, “I’m sorry, Jack, can I think about this for a bit?”