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NINE chapters of this up so far! posting 2-3 short chapters a day through Monday if you wanna read along.

Nightly This Dean & This Cas

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White Lightning – kilvmaim   Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU.  Its taking a while for Cas’ grace to stabilise after Jack got him out of the Empty. But when Dean touches him one day after his wings have popped out (although still imperceivable to Dean) Cas realises that Dean’s touch feels good to both his wings and his grace and its going to lead to them finally talking about what he said before he died.

Word Count: 33k                              Graphic Sexual Acts

Household Objects – tikistitch   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.   When Cas turns up with a mysterious wing injury and downpowered, Dean insists that he travels with them for a while and they accidentally amass a collection of magical items on their hunts which will end up helping as more angels are injured by these strange things.

Word Count: 35k                              Graphic Sexual Acts

Those Aren't Your Wings - allthebeautifulthings9828   Ao3

Set S9.  Dean has always been able to see Cas’ wings.  But the wings he has when he becomes an angel again are NOT Cas’ wings.  Dean doesn’t like the change

Word Count: 3k                                 Graphic Sexual Atcs

Boneless Wings – PallasPerilous   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  Look wings are great, Dean just sometimes wishes his boyfriend didn’t have them, because there are a lot of issues that crop up in your daily life when there are 2 massive feathery wings that need attention.

Word Count: 4k                                 Non-Graphic Sex

Morning After – lizleenimbus   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  It’s the giant wing blanket that gives away exactly who Dean drunkenly fell into bed with last night.  Of course there is the issue that he shouldn’t be able to see them.

" Cas? Hey, babe." That voice, even in his confusion about what's going on, can cut through it all, bring him back to life again.

" Hello Dean." His own voice sounds rough, he wonders how long he has been out for, for it to be that way. His eyes focus and a familiar face comes to view, he notices he, well they, actually, are laying on a bed, he recognizes the wallpaper, the painted edelweiss flowers on it, so he knows, at least, that they are back at the motel. Their embrace would be comforting and so lovely if Castiel could move and hold Dean close, press Dean's head to his chest, kiss his forehead, laugh when Dean calls him a sap all the while looking for Cas' hand to tangle their fingers.

" Do you remember what happened?"

" We were on a hunt, right?" Dean nods, " we had found it, last night," he can see sunlight filtering through thin curtains, there is a clock, but it's broken, forever stuck at five pm, " I don't remember anything else."

Dean, who was laying nestled beside him on the opposite side to where he is feeling that stinging pain, sits up and reaches for Castiel's t-shirt, gingerly lifting it with his fingers tightly closer around the hem of it, " a gash to the side, that son of a bitch caught us both by surprise, I thought, fuck, Cas," he is clearly getting worked up and Castiel gets frustrated, too weak to reach out and console him.

Dean clears his throat, " thought you were gone, there was so much blood, it hit me then,"

" I am not an angel anymore." He finishes for him. And he could bleed back when he was an angel too, but killing him would have been way more difficult.

Dean nods, looking away and blinking fast, " Dean, would you lay down with me again?" He isn't going to force him to look at him, and he craves his warmth, his closeness, they are safe and together, after all.

" I love you," Castiel tells him as soon as Dean has made himself comfortable against his side once again, " as I loved you when I was an angel, I knew back then I had to love you to the fullest, because we weren't promised tomorrow either, but that love was the one thing, is the one thing I know will still be here, that won't change at all."

" I know that, love you too." Castiel carefully lifts his arm, ignoring the pain flaring on his side, he lifts Dean's hands to kiss his knuckles.

" Thanks for saving my life."

" Sure, just stop trying to die on me." Dean laughs, but it sounds watery.

I needed to draw something after this finale, so voilà, nobody dies and Castiel return, cause we deserve it.

Eileen is at home waiting for them to go dinner togheter cause i love her and she deserved better.

jimmaay.