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Title: Love the Sinner: Embrace the Sin Author: PaperAnn Artist: 2blueshoes Rating: Explicit Warnings/Spoilers: Explicit Sexual Content, Dark Themes Summary: While Sam and Dean were raised as hunters, it was their choice to continue the fight against evil—their duty to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. Time and time again, they’d save the world, fight the monsters, but in truth: Destiny doomed the Winchesters from the start.

Why else was Sam born as Lucifer’s true vessel, spiraling into a demon blood addiction so easily and spectacularly—unless an inherent darkness resided inside him all along?

How could Dean wield the Mark of Cain, only passed down through biblical blood and honed by those few deemed ‘worthy'—unless he wasn’t a natural-born sadistic killer?

In a sad twist of irony, the Winchesters were always fated to be monsters, no matter how they tried to even the scales.

Aboard a sinking ship, they chose insanity—Dean scraping together broken parts to stay afloat while Sam kept thinking love conquers all—maybe it was time to let go, to drown.

Giving in didn’t necessarily mean giving up. Even if it hurt, there could be another life waiting for them. Together. Anything was better than being trapped in this cycle—whether it was cowardice or courage it didn’t matter—someone had to break it, before it broke them.

Strength in Numbers | Explicit | 22K

Author: PaperAnn | Artist: kampfhomo

Two men are on separate dates and they’re both going horribly, horribly wrong.

Dean’s the first to notice he’s not alone in this misery when he spots a guy across the restaurant in the same boat. He comes up with an idea on the fly—Dean needs to escape—why not help out a kindred spirit in the process? Through subtle gestures (or as subtle as Dean can be) they meet in the restroom.

After meeting Cas…wow. Dean can’t stop escaping back to him. …Even if their rendezvous point is raising eyebrows with their dining partners…who cares!

Cas and Dean’s secret meetings are the (unconventional) date they dreamed of.

Another light bulb flickers. They shake up the evening with a game of musical chairs: joining their two awful ventures into one double-date so they can be together. And hopefully stay together, once their obligations end…

Finding love these days is hard as hell.

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Title: Vitae, Mortem, Essentia Author: PaperAnn Artist: @olivecave Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Sam Winchester/Gabriel Rating: Explicit Word Count: 51k Warnings: No Archive Warning Apply Summary: When God made humans, Death made Reapers—ushers between Heaven and Hell and devoted operatives since the dawn of time. There’s a hierarchy, an order, and the Reapers are assigned souls who match well with their individual classifications.

While Reapers live in solidarity, awaiting their next assignment, three unlikely agents of Death connect due to…unique circumstance. And their friendship is downright unheard of.

Dean and Castiel are perfectly content with the job, but Sam is weary. As a Misericordia Reaper, he uses soft words and compassion to lead the special gone-too-soon souls to the other side. He sees beauty in humanity, feels anger in their God, but more than anything: he wants the chance to be one of them.

The concept of Existence for a Reaper is unprecedented but Sam craves it, needing to get out before he cracks.

Although it’s a shock to Dean, he’ll support and follow his friends anywhere, even to a life on Earth. The thing is Castiel is a Probitas Reaper: he’s only led those to the Gates of Hell. He can’t comprehend Sam’s idiotic idea since he’s only known the the depraved and the wicked.

They’ve always been inseparable, bonded, a family—but this may be enough to break them.

Summary: For the most part, Dean got along with everyone. Or at least could fake it. Dealing with Castiel Novak was a completely different story.

Three very distinct things were working against him.

The first being he flirted with anything remotely attractive that moved, and ignored customers in his attempts to warm his bed at night. It wasn’t as though he was just an alpha. He was a fuckin’ alpha on steroids, who had a one track mind when it came to getting laid, which just so happened to be every. Single. Night.

The second was the fact that he came into work high as fuck most nights, and Dean could always count on it Fridays and by the end of his shift Sunday.

But his third problem?

Castiel Novak was hot as fuck. Like he had walked right out of one of Dean’s wet dreams, and he hated how much his body craved him. He hated him on paper: slut, hard drug user, street drug seller, who knew what else was on that list. But he wanted him. Bad.

Author: PaperAnn Artist: GlitchedWings Genre: Romance, Case Fic Pairing(s): Sam Winchester/Gabriel Rating: Explicit  Wordcount: 42.7K Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Canon-Typical Violence  Summary: You’d think being relentlessly pursued by a tall, dark and handsome hunter would be an exciting game of chase. Until it wasn’t.

Gabriel was growing bored of Sam Winchester’s constant tailing, still obsessed with getting his brother back, even though the Trickster was doing the kid a favor by offing Dean, thank you very much. He had to make this entertaining again, this new merciless killing-machine-Sam was no fun.

They entered into a deal: Sam would work a case under the guise of a Trickster to see the reason behind the mischief by serving up a case of Just Desserts. If Sam won? He got Dean back. If he lost…well, Sam wasn’t going to lose, no matter the cost.

Except, seven days of living on top of one another made Sam see beyond the monster who ruined him and back to the witty, cute janitor he met at Crawford Hall. There was also the problem of the two men, who were clearly attracted to each other, alone in a motel room for a full week. It was an accident waiting to happen.

The puzzle was, neither knew who was manipulating who, if it was all a ploy or real emotions were coming out to play. The only thing both men recognized was something real was happening.

And they were running out of time.

Strength in Numbers

fic by PaperAnn  | art by kampfhomo

Two men are on separate dates and they’re both going horribly, horribly wrong. Dean’s the first to notice he’s not alone in this misery when he spots a guy across the restaurant in the same boat. He comes up with an idea on the fly—Dean needs to escape—why not help out a kindred spirit in the process? Through subtle gestures (or as subtle as Dean can be) they meet in the restroom. After meeting Cas…wow. Dean can’t stop escaping back to him. ...Even if their rendezvous point is raising eyebrows with their dining partners...who cares! Cas and Dean’s secret meetings are the (unconventional) date they dreamed of. Another light bulb flickers. They shake up the evening with a game of musical chairs: joining their two awful ventures into one double-date so they can be together. And hopefully stay together, once their obligations end… Finding love these days is hard as hell.

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