Under Construction (1988-20??)

Together, they moved Cas over toward one of the fallen trees, easing him down against the log. Dean sank with him, bracing Cas’ head so it didn’t slump too hard, then smoothed a hand down his front. His white shirt was soaked through with blood.

“I’m Dean,” he offered, shaking his head after a moment of staring, realizing he’d failed to introduce himself in turn.

Enid plopped down on the log. “We know,” she chirped, beaming at him. “He never shuts up about you.”

Dean blinked, caught off guard. He glanced down, trying to fight back a grin as a soft, stupid warmth bloomed in his chest. “Yeah?”

Alright, so these two were definitely part of the vanguard. Come to think of it, they didn’t seem all that fazed by all the smoky-eyed corpses either.

“You, uh, handled yourselves pretty well back there,” he said, indicating to the deep-fried herd with a slight tip of his head. “I take it this ain’t your first trip to the Smite-sonian?”

Kneeling down beside him, Claire let out a soft snort. “Not by a long shot, Romeo.”

Heat crept up his neck. “Oh. Well, that’s good,” he shot back a beat too late, feeling a little sidelined by the full brunt of teenage scrutiny.

“This is, like, barely a low four on the Cas-trophe scale,” Enid supplied.

A startled laugh slipped out. “I’m afraid to ask.” He stared at Cas for a long moment, frowning in thought. He kept both hands on him, just to feel the rise and fall of his breath beneath his palms. “...Besides, you’re way off. It's a two. Maybe.”

“No, she’s right. It’s clearly a four,” Claire said, frowning.

By yesmilady

In the world of the walking dead... there be Destiel.

Fandoms: Supernatural, The Walking Dead Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Rick Grimes/Michonne Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon, Maggie Greene, Enid (Walking Dead), Carl Grimes, Claire Novak, Michonne (Walking Dead), Ezekiel (Walking Dead), Jesus (Walking Dead), Rosita Espinosa, Sasha Williams (Walking Dead), Castiel (Supernatural), John Winchester, Gabriel Stokes, Gregory | Hilltop Leader (Walking Dead), Rick Grimes, Tara Chambler, Eugene Porter, Simon (Walking Dead) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Mystery, Action/Adventure, Established Relationship, Found Family Dynamics, Abuse of italics, Plotty, Seriously SO MUCH Plot, POV Alternating, Occasionally Unreliable Narrator, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, But Also Somehow Slow Burn

Summary: Saving people, hunting things, the family business. His father taught him that.

(Family drama's a bitch, ain't it?)

Armed with an angel blade and a misplaced thirst for vengeance, Daryl went for blood. Dean threw himself off the bark, desperate to get between Cas and the blade. He didn’t make it far. The air whistled in his ears as the earth rushed up to meet him, rising to steal what little breath remained in his lungs. Right before he hit the ground, a dark blur cut across his vision. A muffled shout, a choked-off gasp – something slamming, crashing hard, the heavy thud of bodies colliding – Then a cry of pain.

By yesmilady

Fandoms: Supernatural, The Walking Dead Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Rick Grimes/Michonne Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Negan Smith, Daryl Dixon, Maggie Greene, Enid (Walking Dead), Carl Grimes, Claire Novak, Michonne (Walking Dead), Ezekiel (Walking Dead), Jesus (Walking Dead), Rosita Espinosa, Sasha Williams (Walking Dead), Castiel (Supernatural), John Winchester, Gabriel Stokes, Gregory | Hilltop Leader (Walking Dead), Rick Grimes, Tara Chambler, Eugene Porter, Simon (Walking Dead) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Mystery, Action/Adventure, Established Relationship, Found Family Dynamics, Abuse of italics, Plotty, Seriously SO MUCH Plot, POV Alternating, Occasionally Unreliable Narrator, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, But Also Somehow Slow Burn

Summary: Saving people, hunting things, the family business. His father taught him that.

(Family drama's a bitch, ain't it?)

Dean’s lips moved in silence, ghosting along to the music. He stared at the inky darkness above, where the stars had all burned out. His mind drifted at the edge of awareness, never quite breaking through the fog. It would be so easy to float into that great big beyond, let the wind carry him up, up and away to wherever Baby’s tape deck blasted Zeppelin into the clouds. The violence streaking through his periphery barely even registered, fading like a half-remembered dream. It was getting harder and harder just to breathe. His eyes drifted closed. I’m sorry, Cas. He snapped awake at a sudden crack of thunder, followed by a flash of bright light. A thin, wheezing breath escaped him as he turned his face toward the sound. “Cas?” he croaked, hope coaxing him toward the surface, stirring life into his wrecked lungs. A face swam into focus above him. A hand settled on his shoulder, and the wrongness of it made something inside him recoil. “Save your strength.” His hazy mind lagged, struggling to put a name to the heavy brow, the gruff voice. All he knew was that the firm, reassuring squeeze made him want to sink right back into the fog.