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unfinished duet by microcomets [T, 5,900 word count, posted 2013]

Sam watches Dean and Cas over the years and notices a few things. (Or, Dean and Cas unscripted.)

Remaining Grace by todisturbtheuniverse  [NC-17, 109,300 word count, posted 2013]

Sam's missing his soul, Castiel has a pissy archangelic nemesis, and Dean wonders if he'll be spending the rest of his life making sure the Apocalypse doesn't go ahead as scheduled. Still, though. He's happy to see Cas. Indiana wasn't really working out.  Alternate season 6, in a universe where Castiel made a different choice, and things snowball from that point forward.

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Title: a tale that can’t be told Author: vaudelin Rating: Mature Length: 9,000 words Pairings: Dean/Castiel Tags: Canon Divergence, Coda fic, Episode: s15e03 The Rupture, Episode: s15e06 Golden Time, Castiel Losing His Powers, Human Castiel, Temporary Amnesia, Memory Loss, Dean Has to Use His Words, Dean's Top 13 Zepp Traxx Mixtape, Castiel's Missing Brown Truck, Alternate Season/Series 15, Getting Together, Masturbation, Sharing a Bed

Black leather and oil scent the air around him, a welcome change from antiseptics.

Impala, Castiel thinks. Baby. Except he’s not allowed to call her that.

A flash of brown panelling slides through his memory, rattling on a rusted truck bed with wood for bed rails.

Outside the car, the brothers are quietly arguing. Castiel cranes to listen, but he only picks out a partial phrase from Sam:

Since when was he losing his powers?

The snippet from Dean is even more troubling:

Is Chuck fucking with us by giving him a factory reset?

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SalesAssociateSteve was Jimmy’s idea. He thought it would be funny, and maybe they’d be good at it, and sometimes money was tight.

“We’re really great at jerking off,” Jimmy said.

Cas agreed, because money was tight and jerking off was easy, and he and Jimmy took a lot of pictures of each other and chose the best ones for Steve’s profile.

It was weird. To Cas, they don’t even look that like, but to a stranger a camera’s distance away, the viewer can’t really see the subtle differences in their eye color, won’t notice that Cas’s cock is bigger.

They’re really good at it, and Steve has been fighting WinchesterSpecial for the number one spot on the cam site for months. Every time Winchester makes an especially good video, he’s posting a subtle brag on the forum, and then Jimmy’s scowling and saying Steve has to top it.

Winchester just posted one of those challenges: a picture of an almost alarmingly large dildo, Winchester’s hand wrapped around it to show the scale, and what can’t possibly be an innocent question. You think people would be into me taking this in my ass?

Cas sighs. “Which one of us is taking something bigger?”

Jimmy is already looking for a giant dildo to buy with express delivery online. “Obviously me.”

They pay to watch Winchester’s live show where he tries out the dildo. He can’t take the whole thing, but he takes more than enough for Cas to bite Jimmy’s neck and say, “He could take both of our cocks at once.”

Their dildo comes in a few days later. Cas makes a similar post to Winchester’s, his hand around the huge dick. You think people would be into me taking this in my ass?

The problem with Cas and Jimmy having a few too many drinks is that they start to get a little touchy with each other. Dean could see them drifting closer where they were engaged in conversation with the other execs around a bar-height table, and he saw Jimmy send a certain kind of flirty smile Cas’s way and he saw Cas’s hand go to Jimmy’s lower back, tucked under the back of his waistcoat.

Jesus, they had to quit being so obvious If they didn’t want everyone to know what Dean knew, though they didn’t know he knew it.

Dean strides over and slips in the tiny space between them, giving a smile to each of them and draping his arms around their shoulders. “Gentlemen, can i borrow you for a minute?”

The others at the table forget about them as soon as they walk away, and Dean pushes them all the way through the bar and out the front door. Not that there was a lot of privacy to be found here, either, on the sidewalk of a lively downtown street.

“You guys need to cool it,” Dean says. “Maybe no one else saw, but people don’t touch like that unless they’re fucking or wanting to fuck.”

Jimmy and Cas glance at each other, and then Dean. “That’s a really weird thing to say,” Jimmy says.

“Dude, now is not the time. I’m going to drive you home.”

Drinking enough to feel it is a really bad idea, because it means that at some point Cas gave him a look and Jimmy checked out from the world at large, thinking ahead to the part of the night where Cas buries his cock into him. He’d been imagining it, in beautifully intense detail, when Dean separated him and Cas.

Cas takes the front seat and Jimmy is a horizontal puddle in the back, staring down into the floorboard. There’s some kind of non-descript paper bag like the kind from some hippie botique, and Jimmy catches a glimpse of what’s inside in the flash of street lights.

Fuchsia and pale rose and neon pink and coral, a bag full of delicate lace. Lingerie, clearly, though Jimmy can’t make out the shape of it.

“Lucky girlfriend you’ve got,” Jimmy says.

“What?” Dean says, glancing at him in the rearview mirror.

“A bunch of pretties in here,” Jimmy says, drawing a pair of cheeky panties with mesh panels out.

The car swerves, and Dean chokes out, “Put that back.”

“Sorry,” Jimmy says. He sits up to see that Dean’s hands are clenched on the steering wheel and his cheeks are red.

“Oh,” Cas breathes.

Jimmy says, “You don’t have a girlfriend, do you?”

“Fuck you, man,” Dean says.

“I’m ignoring that,” Jimmy says. “I wish I could see.”

“I bet you’re lovely,” Cas says, and he’s regarding Dean’s profile very seriously despite his intoxication.

“Jesus, that’s mean. I didn’t say anything about —”

OH SHIT yeah this was me I didn't mean to nonny on you. Also yes it's an impersonation >:)

u fuckin wish it were me 'cause you know i'd be coming for u harder than this off anon any day of the week say i won't!!!!!