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Title: Cybersexual Healing

Author: Eyes_of_a_Tragedy & tfw_cas

Artist: SoloArcana

Primary Ship: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Other Ships: N/A

Length: 14,300

Warnings: Brief Mention of Past Rape

Tags: College Lecturer Castiel, Mechanic Dean Winchester, Epistolary, Gentle Dom!Dean Winchester, Sub Castiel, Top Dean Winchester/Bottom Castiel, Masturbation, Cybersex, Nipple Play, Anal Fingering, Phone Sex, Dean Winchester/Castiel First Kiss

Summary

"Castiel has never been lucky in love, but with some help from his best friend Meg he finds that there’s more than one way to connect with potential sexual partners. Engaging in cybersex and phone sex with his online Dom becomes more fulfilling than he could ever have dreamed, and even when they’re not messaging or talking Castiel finds himself fantasizing about his ‘lover’.

When Castiel realizes that he wants more, he wonders if he could ever actually meet StairwayToHeaven67 in real life.

Dean is looking for something different than the subs he's been working with lately. He decides to give the online thing one more chance, hoping he'll find someone he's more compatible with. He's not expecting to find everything he's looking for in AngelOfThursday, but their online exchanges leave him wanting more. It's a shame he can't actually have it.

Or…

Boy meets boy online. Boy likes boy. Boy likes orgasms… but boy wants more.

The next day there’s a bottle of wine on his doormat when he gets home. And a total lack of sound throughout the evening. The day after, Dean’s cheeks turn pink when they bump into each other on the stairs. “Shit, Cas, I don’t even know what to say.” Cas lets himself gently squeeze Dean’s bicep. Lets his gaze dip to Dean’s mouth, while saying, “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” He lets it hover between them. Dean’s attention is fully on the hand lingering on his leather jacket. It travels slowly up the sleeve of Cas’ trench coat, before landing on Cas’ face, darting around. It’s all over his features when the meaning lands. The blush takes a turn from embarrassment to fledgling arousal. Pink lips tilt into a crooked smile, “Happy to hear it.”

Destiel Halloween! 🎃

mature-ish, making sure I don't get flagged or anything lmao

Progress shots

I have this headcanon that femm!Dean would be incredibly stunning and she knows it and she likes flaunting it, although there are days (or weeks) where she foregoes bathing and putting on nice things for a hunt or just to stay in and recoup from a hunt gone bad. She has this constant inner debate between being masculine enough for John - strong enough to protect her loved ones, being a genius mechanic, handling a gun just as well, or even better, than her dad - versus being feminine - indulging in her love of cooking, fixing up her hair, shopping for the best suits/dresses. Later on, she learns that the battle between what she considers her masculine vs her feminine features is completely moot; she learns to accept that all those - her mechanical prowess, her accurate shots, her great lasagnes and fashion sense - are neither more masculine or more feminine than the other, but that they are all a part of her. There’s no debate, no battle - just a whole host of things that make her awesomely kick-ass. 

Samantha Winchester

Castiel/Jackie Novak

Gabriel

Author: @tragidean (LoversAntiquities)

Summary: Dean wakes up with a bloody mattress and burning hands.

Ironically, the red stains on the sheets aren’t what concerns him the most. He’s woken up in his own filth too many times over the years to really be disgusted by it anymore, or the smells that come with it. But this is different—this feels like an ache, not entirely left over from beheading the ghoul last night, and when he lifts his hands, all he can see is a steady trickle of blood from both palms, trailing down his wrists.

Even more frightening, it that he can see through his hands. 

Title: The Sick Among the Pure

Author: corrupt_touch

Artist: lena.arting

Primary Ship: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Other Ships: Sam Winchester/Rowena MacLeod

Length: 10,009

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, but there is drinking, and mentions of drug use, and a reference to Dean being used to flirt with truckers for information when he was younger

Tags: Case Fic, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Dean Winchester is addicted to Castiel's grace, Explicit Sexual Content, Witches, Dean infected by a witches' spell

Summary When the patrons of a bar called the Iris Lounge start killing people after their visits, Sam, Dean, and Castiel know there's a case in this town. But while investigating, Dean starts to feel an insatiable need for Castiel, whose relationship with Dean is more than complicated at this point. And Dean knows maybe he's been infected by whatever kind of magic is going on here, but when Castiel easily gives in to Dean's desires, is it a spell or something more?

Insp. (HERE): “Deaged dean following cas everywhere, not wanting to do anything if cas isn’t there, always running after him and gripping the back of his trench coat “cas don’t leave!!” even if cas was just going to his room and coming back in less than a minute and sam watches them wondering if this is just a normal thing for a little kid to do or if this just dean’s deep fear of losing cas emerging.”

- Inspired by Tumblr Post (Above) by @bend-me-shape-me. Fic requested by @ladystiltskin67 , @blazeeblake , @tinyteacupsfan , @joham-fate , @corvus-chick , @transparentparadisglitterzombie

Read below or on AO3: HERE

Clingy but Cute

When the dust settles, Sam pushes to his feet and cradles his injured wrist to his chest. He scans the area, eyes flitting over Castiel who is currently brushing off his trench coat, and the now dead witch lying on the ground, before falling on a small bundled up figure in what seems to be Dean’s flannel.

“Dean?” Sam asks in a brittle voice.

The ball of flannel squeaks before tilting his face up to look at the very tall Sammy in front of him. Wide green eyes full of fear and confusion study Sam for a moment. Then Dean’s pushing out his little bottom lip into an adorable pout, tiny freckled nose wrinkling.

“Wait,” Castiel says slowly, pointing at Dean with an eyebrow raised. “You’re saying that’s Dean?”