#casmick

Happy Birthday, @farenmaddox!!

Go read their their FANTASTIC Casmick fic, dispel the darkness of our minds and give us light!! :D

Yes, he was afraid the angel would break his face, but he was also unbelievably turned on.

Summary etc. under the cut!

Most days I’m 67% destiel and 33% Sastiel (season 12)

Often time I’m 75% Sastiel and 25% destiel (season 4, 11)

Some days there’s Megstiel, CasMick sprinkled in.

But then I think about season 15 and I’m always, always 100% Cas/happiness with his son in heaven!

Rules: post the beginning lines of your most recent 10 published fanfics (or chapters, if you don't have 10 fics), then attempt to tag 10 people!

I like this one because it's basically like, "give potential readers a shopping list of your fic." Here you go, dear SPN fans! These are my last 10 published, in descending order, most recent first:

The Good Samaritan (Dean/Cas, Charlie/Dorothy, 40k): Dean carefully set the ladder against the side of the house and jiggled it at the base a couple of times to be sure it was sturdy on the ground. This was probably a fool’s errand, but damn it all, he used to love Christmas and he was tired of moping around.

I could be anything you like (Dean/Cas, 7k): “Okay, Sammy,” Dean said, mouth close to his brother’s left ear. “It’s crowded, let’s go over here for a second.”

Salt Like Sanctity (Dean/Cas, 3k): Dean’s thoughts are moving as slow and sweet as sap from a maple tree. Rather than the electric jolt of desperation that usually zings through his grace when Dean prays, this prayer is a gentle nudge against his awareness.

Verisimilitude (Cas/Crowley, 12k): “Ah, fucking hell, my head,” Crowley groaned, sitting up slow. He’d had enough hangovers to know what he was experiencing, and enough experience with the bad decisions that led to hangovers that he immediately patted himself down to check his sartorial status and location of his belongings.

close encounters on aisle 18 (Dean/Cas, 2k): Let it never be said that Mel didn’t know how to mind her own business.

Code/Name (Dean/Cas, 10k): Jimmy Novak worked in one of the most crowded neighborhoods in Chicago and lived in one of the other most crowded, so owning private transportation would be annoying at best.

Looking To the Sky (Dean/Cas, Charlie/Meg, 62k): Cas slept in for the first time in years, or maybe in his life, on the Saturday after his bar exam.

Decoherence (Dean/Cas, Mary/Benny, 47k): Dean shuffled into the kitchen wearing fleece pajama pants and a t-shirt that had just barely passed the sniff test, eyes half-open and hair a pillow-mussed disaster, his only goal to get to the coffee pot as soon as possible.

first a weapon & then not (Dean/Cas, 18k): Dean took in Sam’s relief and wished he could feel the same.

dispel the darkness of our minds and give us light (Cas/Mick, 18k): Mick had fallen asleep while reading in the armchair quite by accident, and was roused by the harsh scrape of a tree branch against the window.

my tags do not mean you are required to participate, but you're more than welcome to! If you happen to see this and want to do it, and I DIDN'T tag you, well... feel free to pretend I did! I can't count to 10 anyway!