1. Before They Do Unto You | 5.9k | Rated M | story by @ravenfuchs & art by @were-makin-it-up-as-we-go

It’s been ten years since the high school clique calling themselves the Knights of Hell has seen each other. They are gathered for a reunion of sorts at a two story house off of a bayou.Ten years ago the brother of one of the Knights was driven to suicide (or was he?) - everyone gathered for the weekend had some part to play in the untimely demise of Castiel Novak.

As all the Knights are gathered an electronically altered voice alerts them that they are there to atone for the part they each played in Castiel’s fate ten years ago. They are joined by Dean Winchester who was another tool used in their torment as the knights went after every support Castiel had at school and ran off his friends.

They soon discover that none of their group sent out the invites and that something more sinister is at play.

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2. Once Upon A Nightmare | 9k | Rated E | story by @ishipdestiel & art by @j-k-t-e

Dean and Castiel Winchester, along with their five year old son, Jack, start being visited by an inhuman entity. What starts as sleep paralysis quickly turns into much more.

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3. Among Us | 25.2k | Rated E | story by @motherofdragonflies & art by @fruuitvampire

The captain of the Skeld, a deep space exploration vessel, is discovered dismembered and accusations fly thick and fast. But when another crewmate is later found dead, they realise an Imposter, a shapeshifting alien being bent on killing everyone, is on board. Can Dean Winchester and the rest of the crew discover which one of them is the Imposter before it kills them all? And how is Dean supposed to do all this while dealing with the fact that the man that he had a mind-blowing one-night stand with the night before he left for his mission is now his commanding officer?

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4. The Night He Came Home | 28.5k | Rated E | story by @friendofcarlotta & art by @all6pistols

Five years have passed since Castiel Milton killed the co-founders of the homophobic Haddonfield Baptist Church, also known as his parents. Five years that Castiel has spent in total silence on the secure ward at Smith’s Grove Sanitarium.

But when Castiel’s psychiatrist (and aspiring true crime writer) Chuck Shurley reveals that Haddonfield Baptist Church is going to be resurrected under new leadership, Castiel escapes the sanitarium. His goal: to cut the head off the snake once again.

He doesn’t expect to meet and fall for Haddonfield resident Dean Winchester, who turns out to be a kindred spirit in ways Castiel could never have guessed.

Shame there are a few things that stand in the way of their happy ending: two hateful pastors, an irritating co-worker, the ghosts of childhood, and a writer who’s determined to make himself the hero of the story.

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5. The Object of My Obsession | 28k | Rated E | story by @avonlady42 & art by @socks-in-bed

Dean Winchester is an FBI agent living with his high school sweetheart for the past 16 years, and for the past 5 years he has been investigating a serial killer they nicknamed Angel. He’s thankful he has Castiel to go home to every night.

Castiel Novak has been hiding who he truly is from his boyfriend, Dean, for the past 16 years. Everything he does is for the man who holds the key to his heart, the man who he has been obsessed with since he laid eyes on him.

When Dean discovers the true identity of the man he has been hunting, will he be able to arrest him, or will Castiel succeed in getting Dean to join him with a secret captive that has haunted Dean’s dreams since he was four?

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6. The Summer of ‘97 | 10.6k | Rated E | story by @xpurdyglambertx & art by @thestarsmakemedream-art

Dean Winchester has always known something was wrong with him, has always known there was a darkness inside him that no one would understand. The White Rabbit is a local legend said to roam the woods surrounding Camp Willamette - a masked serial killer in a bunny mask. This killer knows the darkness that Dean tries so hard to hide; knows things about Dean's past that are impossible for anyone to know. When Dean's darkest secrets are revealed, what path will he choose? Will he continue on wearing a mask of his own, or will he finally give into his dark side?

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7. Basket Case | 51.8k | Rated E | story by @an-android-in-a-tutu & art by @basketcasebetty

What is the secret Sam Winchester is hiding in the Basket? Riding into New York City on a bus from Sioux Falls, a wide-eyed gangly young man checks himself into a hotel that calls itself the Roadhouse. He seems like one more kid from the boonies, ready to be dazzled by the city lights or chewed up in her shadows, but strange happenings follow in his footsteps. Sam Winchester says he won't be in town long, and he carries an odd wicker basket under his arm, he smiles easily, and dodges questions even easier. It's not even two days before trouble finds him, his room ransacked in the middle of the day and another tenant found dead across the hall, savaged with what looks like claws. Sam couldn't have had a thing to do with it, of course, he was out all day. But the basket wasn't. Who is Sam? What brought him to New York? What secrets hide behind the innocent puppydog looks? And most importantly... What's in the Basket?

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8. One More Time to Kill the Pain | 10k | Rated E | story by @valandrawrites & art by @alicetallula

From the moment Dean Winchester arrived at Castiel’s high school, beautiful and untouchable, Cas was obsessed. He watched from shadowed hallways, wanting something he knew he could never have. When Dean finally touched him, it was behind closed doors—secret and savage. But Castiel was willing to kneel for scraps of Dean’s affection.

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9. Bound to Follow | 12.3k | Rated M | story by @baileys101 & art by @szlez

Stepping into the dark and ruined house was, in hindsight, not one of Castiel’s better ideas. 

But he wanted to prove himself. 

He would hunt the thing.  Save whoever needed saving and earn his place in the bunker.  Castiel had told himself that if the case didn’t require 'people skills,’ he’d manage just fine on his own.

As it turned out, he was wrong. 

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10. Out of Body, Out of Time | 8k | Rated E | story by @seidenapfel & art by @onowey

The door to the Bunker falls shut and Dean finds himself in a place of total darkness. All his senses are gone. Only touch remains, but it quickly dwindles.

Dean is trapped. Confined to a body that isn't his any longer, he starts to question all that ever was, most of all himself.

He has almost given up, when a draft tickles his skin. Something is out there. Laughing. At him.

And, suddenly, blue eyes light up.

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11. Subduction | 26.2k | Rated M | story by @bowlegsandbiceps & art by @hawkland

No dwelling, no matter how fortified, stays neutral forever. Time seeps in. It settles. Carves intention into stone, affection into wiring, resentment into the walls themselves. The Bunker had no name, no face, no heart - until it was asked to love.  And it loved them terribly. 

After Dean is paralyzed and broken, The Bunker tenderly stitches their lives back together - resurrecting Cas, healing wounds, holding them close - until talk of leaving awakens something possessive, warping reality, weaponizing love, and turning their sanctuary into a cage they may never escape.

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12. Clench Thy Teeth | 13.2k | Rated M | story by @geraniumsky & art by @alicetallula

Newly-human Castiel is in bitter exile from the bunker but he’s not resentful enough to turn Dean down when he invites him on a hunt. The hunt in question, in a small Pennsylvania town, involves missing children, and a history of child disappearances going back to the early nineteenth century.

Something has its teeth sunk deep in the town, and maybe sunk deep in Dean too, who’s troubled by a sense of déjà vu. Castiel, all too human, is troubled by half-buried angelic memories as well, some useful, and some painful and likely to be potentially crippling at just the wrong, dangerous, moment.

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13. Cassie the Murder Doll | 13.4k | Rated E | story by @basketcasebetty & art by @xfancyfranart

This is a classic meet cute (in which Cas, AKA the Mill City Butcher, starts stalking Dean after transferring his soul into a Good Guy doll) where our protagonists fall in love at first sight (or rather, Castiel develops an unhinged obsession with Dean) and have an eventual happily ever after where everyone lives and nothing bad happens**

**Exceptions: Dean​’​s entire family dies young, Dean​’​s best friends die bloody, and Dean​’​s crush is possessed by the most infamous serial killer in Twin Cities history.

Or

A Bloody Awful Child's Play AU.

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14. Strange Animal | 42.6k | Rated E | story by @thisisapaige & art by @witchy-worm

It's 1999 and twenty-year-old Dean Winchester is doing his best to take care of Sam after their parents' deaths two years ago. It was tough at first but, after settling into his job as a closing supervisor at Hunter's Hollow's one grocery store, he's kept his head above water. Mostly.

But, come September, Dean's car stops working for no discernible reason. When he's walking home one night, the forest pitch black, he feels someone— something— breathing down his neck. Terrified, he runs.

When he emerges into the light, a strange man named Castiel approaches him. He's odd, this Castiel, with his piercings, combat boots, battered old trench coat covered in homemade patches, and bright blue eyes that shine golden in a glint of the light. The handsome stranger stirs feelings within Dean best left buried. Dean makes the man leave, certain he will never see that weirdo again.

But the moment in the forest isn't an isolated incident. Dean is in danger. Something out there wants him dead. Or worse.

Good thing Cas is always there to save him.

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15. Formaldehyde Kiss | 16k | Rated E | story by @bleuzombie & art by @kingdumbass

Castiel has had an affinity for the dead since he was a child. His first kiss and only sexual experiences have been with the bodies he has access to at LaMort Mortuary & Crematorium. Castiel is perfectly content with his choice of lovers. But fellow medical student Dean Winchester is about to ruin everything.

For the first time in his life Castiel is drawn to someone living. Dean is enthralled by the strange and mysterious Castiel. He will do anything to give Castiel the love he craves.

Anything.

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16. Affliction | 31k | Rated E | story by @artemis-73 & art by @lamiasage

In 1839, Dean Winchester has left behind the night terrors of his childhood and the unnatural desires that ultimately drove his family from England.

Now in Nuremberg, he enjoys a quiet life with his brother, sister-in-law, and pious fiancee. As a favor to his solicitor brother, he travels to Transylvania to meet with a client, Count Orlok. In the looming, decaying castle blanketed in snow, Dean finds the count to be a lonely figure seemingly desperate for human connection.

As Dean's health declines, he is plagued by strange, vivid dreams that span the castle's history, his own memories, and fantasies he had hoped to leave years in the past and an ocean away. While his life and sanity crumble, he must choose between what he should want and what he fears.]

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17. Dark Inspirations | 33.6k | Rated E | story by @entropic-saudade & art by @zissie

Dean Winchester put a lot on the line when he decided to quit working in his father's auto shop and pursue a degree in creative writing: his family’s respect, his future, money, time. If he doesn’t impress his advisor with a solid thesis idea soon, he’s screwed. It doesn’t help that he’s outperformed by his cliquey peers from more privileged backgrounds.

When one of said peers invites him to an underground workshop, he discovers that the secret to their success lies not in their own merit, but in the entities they summon to work through them. Invoking the muses is a tradition going back to the Ancient Greeks, they argue. Dean is skeptical, but after his first night of offering himself up as a medium, he’s hooked. He lets himself be subject to various influences, each darker than the one before, reveling in the work they make together. There’s no going back—not even when a particularly bloodthirsty demon named Alastair latches onto him, wanting to be his personal mentor.

Until one night, when Dean becomes host to something no one in the group has ever been possessed by before: an angel of the Lord, who warns them to stop before they lose themselves to muses much worse than Alastair.

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Excerpt: «One moment Dean’s wondering whether he should walk Cas through the basics of taking a shower and washing his hair, and the next he’s struggling to catch his breath at the thought of his fake husband taking his clothes off. Hellfire roars to life at the pit of Dean’s stomach as snapshots of Cas loosening his blue tie, then unbuttoning his shirt and trousers, flash before his eyes. It takes him a moment to realise, then come to terms with, the fact that he’s flustered. Thunder claps, time and time again, inside Dean’s chest, where his heart beats like wardrums. Maybe he should sit down, just in case, because he feels dizzy enough that it wouldn’t surprise him if he ended up fainting. Electricity sizzles and crackles beneath Dean’s skin as he realises that, for someone who has never cared too much about leading a sinful lifestyle, he’s struggling to come to terms with the fact that he’s horny for an Angel of the Lord. One who’s a war criminal, a murderer and a honeybee enthusiast, at that, but still. Lusting after an angel sounds pretty blasphemous, even by Dean’s sacrilegous standards.  He’s telling himself that it could've been worse, that it could’ve happened while Cas was standing far too few inches away from him and holding his hands, when the bathroom door cracks open and Cas pokes his head out. Of course he does. Fuck his life, Dean thinks sheepishly, and fuck his goddamned crush on his angel best friend. “Are you alright, Dean?” says Cas, tilting his head like a rather confused pigeon. “I was trying to figure out which one of these strange buttons turns the water on when I felt a burst of emotion. Did Sam call, or something?” Or something. Someone put him out of his self-induced misery before he ends up having to explain to Cas that, while the showerhead may remain a mystery, he’s managed to turn <i>Dean</i> on instead.»

“Hrnk?” Ash managed to emit from between bloody teeth, before stumbling down the hall toward the bathroom.

Cas followed behind him, a tiny plastic shadow of pure sadistic intent.

Ash reached the doorframe and stopped. Through the pain he was feeling, he could only manage to do one thing. He stared.

The tub was full of sludge. Red and pink and oily, bubbling softly in the steam. Chunks clung to the side while others floated in the foam, slowly dissolving to paste.

Ash opened his mouth to scream but instead emitted a putrid vomit. A thick string of bile hit the floor. But it didn’t stop. It kept coming. And coming. He doubled over, choking, convulsing, but the stream would not stop. He couldn’t breathe. And then, his stomach bulged unnaturally, like something inside him was trying to crawl out. His eyes went wide, then burned red from the pressure, a million burst capillaries.

Cas whispered the final words:

“Jodi a m' mouri poutèt ou... Jou kochon ak woz.”

Ash tried to scream around the wet retching, a burbling hiss escaping his frothing mouth. Then came the rest. His entire stomach lining sloughed out through his mouth in a slop of ruined organs. First his liver, half liquified into a pile of meat resembling tinned cat food. Then came ropes of intestines, threatening to take life of their own and string him up like a noose. A stewy pile of viscera collected at his feet like an offering, organ after organ until nothing was left to spill forth. 

Cas watched, reverent.

Ash clawed at the walls, tried to pull himself upright, somehow managing consciousness through the whole ordeal. Cas would have it no other way.

Ash​’​s spine twisted 180 degrees then, with a sound like a rotting staircase. His legs snapped inward like folding chairs. Then—​pop​!—his eyeballs burst in a twin spray of vitreous humor, splattering across the mirror with a perfect Pollock flair.

Cas squealed with joy and clapped his hands.

Ash gave one last sputtering wheeze, then detonated.

Chunks of meat hit every surface—the walls, the ceiling, the remains of Jo in the tub. A larger chunk blew backwards and hit Cas in the face. Blood misted outward in a glorious arc, bones clattering to the floor like a game of pick-up sticks that Cas so wanted to play.

Cas stepped out from the hallway, brushed gore from his cheek, and stood in the wreckage of two perfect little deaths.

He looked up at the blood-dripping mirror, the cracked remains of Ash​’​s skull perched like a crown on the vanity sink, and beamed.

Cas skipped down the hallway on his sticky plastic feet, leaving behind the smallest murder footprints in history. Now that those two were out of the way, Dean would be an easy target. Dean would be his.