#redamber79writes

Summary:

It's eight months since Pittfest, and Jack has been talked into being on call for day shift, by the sneakiest, and most unscrupulous argument Gloria could have made.

It's for Robby.

Naturally, that means Jack caves instantly.

So after his shift, Jack heads for the on-call room to catch a nap, only to find Robby there, killing time and pissed off over being forced to use some of his long overdue PTO. As Jack banters with his best friend, trying to maintain the illusion that friendship was all he felt, Robby says something that could change everything.

Before Jack can say a word, Robby bolts, and Jack is left reeling.

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Excerpt:

"What're you doing here?" he asked, eyeing Robby from across the room, and saw a flicker of anger move over Robby's features.

"Wasting my fucking time," Robby complained, almost snapping at Jack. "I got here to the news that I'm now on mandatory two weeks of vacation because I've banked too much PTO and HR is putting the hammer down. Oh, and before I leave, Gloria needs to talk to me about metrics. So I'm waiting for Her Majesty to be free so I can get my new asshole torn, and then — apparently — I'm going home."

Jack chewed on that for a moment, sympathising for Robby's anger. If Gloria pulled that shit on him, he'd be livid. But then, it wasn't quite as likely to happen to Jack, as he was better at taking vacation than Robby was. Marginally, anyway.

Jack eyed his best friend again, wondering if he should say something else, and Robby caught his glance, his dark eyes stormy.

"Did you know about this?" he demanded suddenly, his voice almost a growl, and Jack was glad he hadn't known, because Robby was angry. Jack frowned. Did Robby really think he'd keep something like that from him? That was insulting!

"No, asshole," he replied firmly. "I only found out when Gloria accosted me at a quarter to with the intention of strong-arming me into being on call. I had no prior intel. You know I'm on your side, Robby, come on."

Robby's expression softened a little, his eyes warming, and he relented, giving Jack a somewhat sheepish nod.

"Yeah, I know, man. I just hate being blindsided like this. It's bullshit!"

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Fic by redamber79 (@imbiowaresbitch) | Link

Art by @nickelkeep | Link

Summary:

After being rescued from the Empty, Cas spends several months in a coma while Dean waits for Cas to wake up, promising himself that as soon as Cas opens his eyes, he's going to say out loud the words he prayed to his angel as the Shadow stole him away. He keeps that promise, and Cas, now human, pulls him into a perfect kiss.

The moment is broken, however, by Cas’ newfound discomfort. He's never been this human before, and it turns out he can't handle the feeling of rough textures or tags against his skin. Dean offers the sanctuary of his room with soft sheets and softer clothes, and Cas gladly joins him.

Passion erupts between them and, in a moment, Dean plans a getaway, just for the two of them. Charlie and Jack each play their part in setting up the vacation, and together, Dean and Cas head off to start their new life together.

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Many thanks to all the participants of this year's @rhonda-hurley-appreciation-bang, and to the mods, Lace and Bleu! Love you both!

Happiest of birthdays to Dean Winchester, who deserves a happy ending.

Title: You Can Keep Your Hat On

Author: Redamber79 (@imbiowaresbitch) | Artist: PetraAmia (@deancodedcastielenby)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5444

Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Alternate Universe - No Supernatural, Established Relationship, Office Party, Non-Consensual Touching, One-Sided Attraction, Inappropriate Behaviour, Dancing, PDAs, Strip Tease, Dean Wears a Cowboy Hat, Dean Wears Panties, Light BDSM, Smut, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Pet Names, Subspace, Aftercare, Enthusiastic Consent, Dom CAs/Sub Dean

Summary: When a staff party with Cas' coworkers and boss gets too uncomfortable with unwanted advances on both of them, Dean and Cas ditch the party to go back to their place and celebrate on their own, starting with Dean performing a strip tease for Cas, and ending up in their bedroom.

Ship: Jack Abbot/Michael "Robby" Robinavitch

Explicit, 7775 words.

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Jack Abbot joins day shift to cover for Robby's family emergency, and ends up at the local diner after the shift. When a trio of bigots accost Whitaker and Mateo, Jack jumps to the rescue, joined by a newly-arrived Robby.

When Jack steps between Robby and a punch, Robby is furious. Jack can't understand why, until finally he does, and everything changes.

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It was rare that Jack Abbot managed to join the day shift at the diner, though Robby had invited him several times when he'd had a day off. Jack was usually on the opposite shift, but Robby had taken a day off to deal with a family emergency, and Jack had offered to work in his place.

All through his shift, Jack wondered in the back of his mind, since he knew Robby didn't have family other than his once-stepson and his mom, and Robby would have told him if things with Jake had improved in the months since Pittfest and Leah’s death. 

Jack sat alongside Doctor Collins, sharing an amused look as the kids compared notes from the shift. They were trying to one-up each other, bragging about the procedures they'd pulled off and patients they'd saved, all described by injury or illness, never by name. Jack sipped his coffee as he listened, ready to step in if they went overboard. The kids were fine though. It had been the kind of night that energised rather than traumatised, no heartbreaking losses, just the feeling of deep satisfaction, with the occasional burst of adrenaline to keep them on their toes.

The worst thing that had happened was Gloria riding his ass about patient satisfaction scores, as she decided to dump the headache of both shifts on his head since Robby wasn't available. There were definitely times he could understand Robby’s vents about her attitude and skewed priorities. Healthcare was turning more and more into a business, rather than a vocation, a calling. 

He hated that change. 

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Summary:

Trinity Santos is loud and proud, and for fucks' sake, everyone is going to support her community during Pride, and show up for drinks. No excuses.

Not even from her straight white boomer boss, Doctor Robby.

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She has no idea what she's in for.

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Excerpt:

"It's one drink! Show a little allyship! More than half of the ED is queer, you old folks need to step up and support us!" Santos was badgering Collins as Robby walked past, and he glanced over to see Heather shaking her head.

G-d, if Santos thought thirty-eight was old, he must be a fossil.

"I'm not paying cover when I'm not going to drink!" Heather argued, and Santos rolled her eyes.

"Ughhh, come on! You need to live a little!"

Heather met Robby's eyes over Santos' shoulder, and he could see the exasperation building in her. And that she was uncomfortable, but clearly wasn't going to say why.

"Doctor Santos," he interrupted, "update on your patient in Central 14?"

Santos spun to face him with an eager nod, and Robby caught Heather's silent 'thank you' as she made her escape.

"Just waiting on the last repeat of vitals, if normal, should be okay to discharge. Be out in less than an hour."

"Sounds good!" he said approvingly, turning toward the nurses' station to check the board, and Santos skipped a step to catch up.

"So it's Pride…" she said abruptly, and Robby glanced at her, somewhat amused.

"Oh, is it?" he asked, feigning surprise. Dana looked up from her computer, and he winked at her, keeping it hidden from Santos. Dana's head went back down instantly, and Robby could see her shoulders shaking silently.

"Come on! What is with you boomers?!" she demanded, and Robby snorted.

"Gen X, but it's okay. We're used to being forgotten," he said drily, and something suspiciously close to a choked off laugh came from Dana before she excused herself.

"Whatever, same diff. Look, bunch of us are going to this great place for drinks. You should come with!"

Robby scooped up the coffee he'd left next to Dana's computer and took a drink, glancing up at the board. He was pleased to see Mohan was juggling four patients. He'd have to check in and tell them they were doing well.

"What's the name of this great place?" he asked, not really interested, but working on engaging with the kids.

"It's called 5801, Parker says it's amazing!" Robby went still for a moment, because that was the bar he and Jack went to on a regular basis. He wasn't sure he wanted to have their watering hole invaded. Santos must have taken his silence the wrong way, however, because she elbowed him, rolling her eyes. "Oh my god, you don't need to freak out about it being a queer bar. Seriously though, it's June! Show some support! Maybe tell Gloria it's a staff event to boost morale and interpersonal relationships or some shit."

"You want me to tell Gloria we're going to a gay bar as what, a community wellness initiative?" he asked, laughing despite himself. Gloria would have a conniption. It was almost tempting… "I'll think about it."

"Sweet! Oh, heads up though, cover is eight bucks for you straight old white guys. We —" She handwaved at an invisible group around her then pointed at herself. "— only have to pay four. Sucks to be you, huh?"

Oh, now it's on, he decided, but gave her a mild shrug, his face impassive. "That's life, I guess."

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Read the rest on AO3 here!

Tagged by @cr-noble-writes so I'm gonna hit @nickelkeep and @bleuzombie (yes, I know Murky got you already) and I'll add in @jemariel @aishitara @anyreiart @eyesofatragedy67

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“Alpha…”

Cas stepped closer instinctively, then stopped. Dean was talking in his sleep, and Cas still needed to go.

He pulled on his underwear quickly, stifling a groan as the fabric irritated his sensitive skin, almost chafing. His slacks were next, and he quickly shoved his tie into his pocket. He tossed his shirt around his shoulders, doing up the buttons, only to have to close his eyes and count to ten when he remembered two of the buttons were missing, sent flying in Dean's rush to get him naked the night before.

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This is for a sequel to When You Wish Upon A Star.

Cold

Dean sat at their table, sipping his beer, and met Cas’ eyes with a predatory smile as Cas rejoined him. Cas immediately drained his wine, looking decadently flushed and flustered, and Dean's smile softened. He reached across the table without thinking about it, and Cas instantly tangled their fingers together, meeting his eyes with a little smile of his own. 

“I pushed you too far, didn't I?” Cas murmured, half-apologetic, half-amused.

Dean smirked at him.

“Maybe just far enough…” he teased, and Cas chuckled, squeezing his hand gently. 

Their waiter appeared with their meals, not batting an eye at their wrinkled clothes and generally fucked out appearances, and Dean winked at Cas. Cas smiled serenely, untangling his fingers from Dean's to grab his knife and fork, and they dove into their meal. Dean had ordered a steak, ‘cause seriously, when was he gonna see Wagyu beef in Ladow’s back in Lebanon? It was served with a red wine mushroom sauce, and served with fries – though the menu called it pommes frites with sea salt and truffle oil – and blistered shishito peppers. 

Dean cut into the steak eagerly, and as the first bite seemed to melt on his tongue, his eyes closed with a soft moan of delight.

He heard Cas chuckle across from him, and held up a hand, keeping his eyes closed.

“Shhh… I'm having a private moment with the steak. I just need a second here…”

Cas snorted, and Dean chose to ignore him, savouring the incredible steak, cooked to perfection. He didn't even mind the mushrooms. Swallowing, he popped his eyes open and eagerly cut another bite of the steak, then paused. He cut a smaller, more delicate piece than the two-inch square he’d planned on cramming in his mouth, and carefully speared it on his fork. He held it out to Cas, waving the tines back and forth slowly.

“Cas? You gotta try this…”

Cas paused with his own fork halfway to his mouth, raising an eyebrow at Dean, then he completed the motion, humming happily at his black truffle risotto. He set his fork down and had a sip of his wine, then reached for Dean’s fork.

Dean swayed backward, a teasing grin on his face. 

“Come on, Cas,” he cajoled, letting a suggestive note filter through the words. “Use your mouth for me?”

Cas’ eyes darkened, and he leaned forward again, his hands folded primly in his lap, and let Dean feed him the tender morsel of steak. His blue eyes were locked on Dean’s the entire time, and Dean saw the surprise there when the flavour registered. He smiled in triumph.

Cas chewed slowly, then licked his lips.

“That's very good,” he acknowledged, and Dean rolled his eyes.

“Come on, buddy. It's the best thing you've ever tasted, right?” Dean argued, stabbing one of the peppers and taking a bite. The sweet-spicy burst on his tongue, and he groaned. “Holy shit, these are awesome. You gotta try one!”

Cas laughed at his enthusiasm, but he leaned back, shaking his head. 

“I'll pass for tonight, thanks.” He scooped up one of the scallops adorning his plate, carefully nibbling it from the fork. Dean shrugged, grabbing a fry, and Cas spoke up. “I think I'll taste the best thing ever back at our cabin…”

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Read the rest on AO3 here.

Thanks to @winchester-reload for the prompts!

Say it with me, friends. Top/bottom are not kinks!

The fic in question IS tagged for omegaverse, and it mentions in the summary that Dean is dancing with an Alpha. On the first screen on a cell phone, it indicates Dean is the Omega in the equation, 'cause his ass goes slick.

Don't like? Don't read. Click out of the damn page. Don't leave dumbass comments for the author because you can't be bothered to moderate your own reading experience.

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