Title: Witchcraft and Whiskers Rating: Teen & Up Ship: Destiel Tags: Halloween, fluff, cats, AU, spell failure, cat!Dean, bed sharing Prompt: #16 Link: Read it on AO3
Summary: Castiel brings home a disgruntled, abandoned cat the night before Halloween. He thinks nothing of it. He lets the animal inside and gives it something to eat and a warm place to sleep. Pretty typical, right? Well, that would be until Castiel wakes up to find his animal companion gone and a certain someone standing in his kitchen. Naked.
So my fic for @rosemoonweaver ‘s Fic-O-Ween challenge got a teensy bit out of hand but! Here is the first chapter! Don’t worry, it’s all written, gonna try my best to post chapters weekly.
Title: Lazarus Writing Rating: Explicit Ship: Destiel Warnings/Tags: Human!Cas, Writer AU, Bisexual Dean, Gay Castiel, Canon-typical violence and minor character deaths Prompt:
Castiel is an author struggling to come up with his next novel. Luckily for them, a gift arrives in the mail from his publisher: a fancy new notebook and pen set with a note that promises to “bring new life to your writing”. It’s all fine until Castiel decides to write his grocery list in the back of the book… only to find the items have materialized in the kitchen. So, Castiel is in possession of some freaky magic which could be pretty amazing… if it weren’t for the fact that he just started a new novel in that book and the contents are not something he wants to see in this world.
Castiel’s mood was not at all improved by the time he shouldered his way back into his apartment, groceries in arms. If anything, he’d spent the intervening hours only becoming more and more bitter about the fact that no one seemed to care what he wanted to write. They just wanted him to shit out the same old shlock. Wasn’t this job supposed to be done for the joy of it? It wasn’t like he wanted to write the Great American Novel or anything; he just wanted to write something original. Something meaningful, something true.
But the sad truth was that nothing was original and that truth and meaning were in the eye of the beholder. The more and more he thought about it, the more he wondered why it was so important to him that he do something different? What did he think he could do in a new novel that he couldn’t do in a Julie Chase story? Maybe he was shoving himself in his own box.
He set down the grocery bags on the counter and stared blankly at his writing nook. Well. You know what they say. Kill your darlings.
A small animal follows Character A home one night. Character A thinks nothing of it, and lets the animal inside and gives it something to eat and a warm place to sleep. Pretty typical, right? Well, that would be until Character A wakes up to find their animal companion gone and a stranger standing in their kitchen. Naked.
(I changed it so it wasn’t a stranger in the kitchen, sorry)
Title: Princess and the Frog Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Dean/Cas Rating: Explicit Tags: First time; pining; Top Cas/Bottom Dean; Cursed Cas; blow jobs; hand jobs Word count: 3000 Excerpt:
“Come on, Cas, where are you?” Dean hung up on yet another voicemail message, and ignored Sam’s concerned moose face.
“Still nothing?”
“He won’t pick up his damn phone.”
They were trudging down a painfully residential street. There were skulls in the windows and cheap plastic ghouls hanging in the trees. As night descended, little pumpkin fairy lights came on all around them. It actually hurt Dean’s eyes to be surrounded by so much orange.
“He’ll show up, man. He’s probably got a lead.”
“Yeah, well, why did he leave a message saying we should come if he couldn’t even be bothered to specify where?”
Sam could only shrug. Dean hunched his shoulders and scowled at the pavement. He hated not having Cas around. He hated not having his stupid, pretty face staring unblinkingly at him. He hated—
Reerrt.
He blinked at Sam. “Was that you?”
“Was what me?”
Reerrt.
Dean looked around wildly. “Did you hear that?”
Reerrt.
There was a little brown frog sitting on the nearest letterbox, looking straight at Dean and making a noise like a rusty zipper. Reerrt.
“Hey there, little frog.” Dean approached cautiously. It was… kinda cute? And it had distracted him from his downward where-is-Cas spiral, so he was inclined to like it automatically. He held his hand out to it and crowed with delight when it jumped onto his palm, making the weird sound again. He held it out to Sam.
“Ugh, Dean, what the hell! Put that down, it’s probably poisonous.”
“Hey,” Dean said, affronted. “Don’t be rude.” He put the little frog on his shoulder, and it croaked right into his ear, which made all the hairs on that side of his head stand on end. When Sam scowled at him he stuck his tongue out.
The frog stayed on his shoulder for the whole walk home.
Title: It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester Rating: Explicit Ship: Sastiel (Sam Winchester/Castiel) Warnings/Tags: Rape/Non-Con; Mind Control; Creature Castiel; Lawyer Sam; Tentacles; Tentacle Rape; Oviposition; Mpreg; Depictions of Giving Birth; Pregnant Sam Winchester; Bottom Sam Winchester; Prompt: 12. Pumpkin patches are all good-natured fun. Hayrides, pumpkin picking, candied apples, it’s always the best part of fall. Character A was expecting to find the perfect pumpkin for carving nestled in among the vines but they weren’t expecting to find…
Sam goes to a local pumpkin patch pick up a pumpkin for Dean’s family,
but instead finds a handsome blue-eyed man. Unfortunately for Sam,
Castiel is not at all what he seems.
Summary: Eighteen-year-old Meg loses her family in a car accident and decides what’s dead shouldn’t stay dead – she summons a demon in order to get her family back.Turns out Castiel isn’t your average crossroads demon and requires more than a kiss to seal the deal.
Once her family is resurrected tensions run high and ultimately Meg decides to move out. She focuses her attention on school and friends – some friends are more dangerous than others. By day she’s a student making the best of a less than ideal situation. She doesn’t plan on letting her ten years go to waste. By night she dreams about a certain wild-haired demon using her in various ways. Eventually, she drops out of Stanford. Her dreams don’t stop though and she takes measures to keep the demon out of her head and heart.
This was done for @rosemoonweaver‘s Halloween challenge. I hope you all like it. I hope I properly warned. I will be posting it on AO3 later but I wanted to get it out there. Enjoy!
Warnings: Lose of infant, alcohol-abuse.
Year in and year out the old Singer house was a long time legend. Everyone before hitting middle school heard the word of it but nothing more until their first day. As the legend goes Singer’s wife had a breakdown following the loss of their three-month-old daughter Fiona. Karen was sent to a hospital to help with her breakdown but the loss was too hard on her and with Bobby’s visits so few and far between she let the grief take her and only but four weeks from the breakdown Karen took her last breath. Bobby didn’t hear of her passing until a few months later due to his alcohol-induced unconsciousness. The story from there has many different endings but in the end, no one ever knew what happened to Bobby. But the House has always sat there with no one living there since.
Yes, there was every once in awhile the courageous teen to enter the home on the challenge to prove how brave they were. Many went in and few actually stayed for the duration. More than enough fled the house in terror. Although in the last ten years it was rarely visited the tale was still told.
Castiel had known the legend long before his middle school years thanks to his brother Lucifer who would tease him knowing that Cas had to walk by the house every day. He knew it was just to scare him and should just ignore it but the legend did shake him up. So every day he would do all he could to avoid the house after he had passed it his first day of school.
There was something about the long gravel road leading up to the cottage like house and on that day there was no breeze but as Castiel stood in front of the house, the leaves began to rustle and tumble down the driveway as the trees swayed. Castiel stood there in almost fear but broke from it by the hooking of a passing car. He quickly continued to school.
Even as Castiel got older he still avoided the house on his way to school. When his fellow classmates would begin to talk about the Singer house he would quickly leave. Some of his classmates began to catch up and try to avoid the subject but then there were those that would mention it on purpose. At times he would get teased by some of them how he was only one who hadn’t attempted to stay the night but luckily Castiel had his best friend Charlie who would bring it up that they hadn’t even done so either. Some would leave it be but others would still poke fun at it.
Finally, graduation had come and along with it his 19th birthday. Castiel couldn’t be happier to be free of it all. Especially those who were stuck on teasing him about the old Singer house. It isn’t that scary anymore anyways, Castiel told himself. Apparently while with Charlie on his birthday he decided to repeat himself.
“Then let’s go.” Charlie stood up and pulled on Castiel’s hand.
“Now?” Castiel said a little in shock.
“Yes. Let’s go to old Singers for the night.” Charlie said with a huge smile on her face.
“Oh okay. Ya, let’s go.” Castiel hesitated to reply.
Ships: Sastiel, established Sam/Jimmy, established Destiel
Fic tags: open relationships, accidental partner swapping, biting, marking, hijinks & shenanigans, Cas & Jimmy are little shits, bottom!Cas, bossy!Cas, implied switching, implied bottom!Sam, Castiel & Jimmy Novak are twins, roleplay, implied drug use, AU.
Summary: Sam comes home from work horny. The rest is self-explanatory. (Or, the one where Cas and Jimmy trade places but don’t tell their boys. Shenanigans ensue).
Apologies to @hazeldomain for blatantly using some of her lines. They were too good to ignore. This probably isn’t quite what you had in mind but I hope it’s not too terrible.
This series isn’t set in the SPN universe but I gave them the bunker anyway because reasons. Pretend Sam and Dean’s grandfather was a doomsday prepper, I dunno. I just needed this series to happen in the bunker.
continuation of this ficlet, and obviously the answer to this is polyamory…
While Dean might not necessarily be happy with his marriage to Lisa, he’s content. He and Lisa have always been good together, and he’s always thought she was way out of his league (apparently he had a type), and marriage isn’t all that different from when they were dating.
Prompt #5 : All their life Character A hoped for a someone to take them away from their crappy life. They always hoped for a hero or maybe even a fairy godmother. Yeah! A fairy godmother would be great! That was until they actually got one…
Supernatural, Denny (Dean Winchester/Benny Lafitte) pre relationship
TAGS: Fairy Godmothers, John Winchester’s A+ Parenting, Dean and Sam have a craptastic life, Angst, Happy Ending, john hits dean
Word Count 2989 Summary Dean’s mom always told him that Angels were watching over him. The way his life’s been going, he’s stopped believing that a looooong time ago. But it doesn’t stop him from wishing that Angels or Fairy Godmothers or something similar really existed and could solve his problems with the swish of a magic wand or the snap of their fingers.
But wishing doesn’t make it true.
So why is there a Fairy Godmother standing in front of him?
Excerpt:
Dean hated living at home.
They never had enough money for things they wanted to do,
much less food. The house was falling apart (Dad had never had much motivation
for anything after Mom had died. At least, not for anything worthwhile, like
being a Dad or even a responsible adult), and Dean wasn’t even allowed to have
friends over because while Dad couldn’t be bothered enough to keep the place –
well, if not in better repair, at least tidy
– he was too ashamed to let anyone see how far they’d fallen.
Neither Sam nor he ever knew if they’d have electricity or
heat and oh, that’s right, Dad drank.
Dean supposed it could be much, much worse.
That was cold comfort when he was sporting another bruise on
his cheek because of Dad. To get things straight, Sam and Dean’s father didn’t abuse them. No! He didn’t go out of his
way to hit his sons, or do real damage to them. He never even laid a hand on
Sam at all. Dean just…hadn’t…gotten out of the way fast enough when they’d been
arguing. That was it. No big deal. Dean could take it.
And if Dean fervently wished that angels or fairy godmothers
or just something were real so they
could magically make this shit life of his better, nobody had to know.
“Boy, what is that purple thing on your face?” Bobby nearly
growled at Dean when Dean showed up at the shop that day. He worked three jobs
with the hope that he could make enough money to move him and Sam outta their
house and away from Dad.
“Nothin’, Bobby. Just tripped, is all,” Dean countered.
“Whattya got for me today?”
“Continental, bay 2,” Bobby grunted, staring at Dean
suspiciously. Dean just gave him a wide old grin and got to work. And when, 5
hours later – because Bobby didn’t have enough work to keep him on the schedule
full time (gotta love big chain shops, squeezin’ out the little people) – Dean
clocked out, it was time to head out to Benny’s Gumbo Shack where he got a
similar reception.
“Cher, why is it every time I see you, your sporting another
shiner?” Benny leaned over the counter, the dull grey dishrag paused on the old
wood countertop.
“Just clumsy, I guess,” Dean muttered, ducking around the
counter and into the back, shucking off his thin jacket – inadequate against
the autumn cold – and hanging it up, snagging his apron.
Dean didn’t think Benny bought it, if that squinty eyed,
thoughtful look was any indication. But if Benny didn’t bring it up, Dean was
gonna operate as if he had. And if Dean daydreamed about big burly men with close-cropped
beards and light blue eyes while he worked – well, who could blame him with
that fine, distracting man that he liked to call a friend so often in his view?
I Can’t Get Bi Without You – Chapter 2(WHAT’S THIS? CHAPTER 2? AFTER LIKE FOREVER? I’m shocked too, honestly. Anyway, here’s a sneak peak at what I should be posting soon)
He’s
having a huge mental debate when a black Kia Forte darts around him.
He glances over just in time to lock eyes with Anna in the passenger
seat and well he’s completely fucked now. There’s no way he can
go home and tell his mom that his car wouldn’t start and that he
couldn’t make it to Christmas. Yah she’d eventually have someone
come over and retrieve him and Castiel but at least he’d have time
to get pleasantly wasted first.
Inias
inhales deeply to calm his nerves then proceeds to drive down the
street and park beside his sister’s car on the driveway. Castiel
starts to say something but Inias holds up a hand to stop him. “Just…
just grab the pies from the back seat.”
“Sure
thing,” Castiel nods and gets out of the car to grab the pies from
the back.
Mustering
all of his nerves (which have somehow turned into a flock of crazed
bats) Inias gets out of the car and greets Anna and Ruby who are
getting presents out of their trunk.
“Everything
ok? You were kind of stopped in the middle of the road…” Anna
asks him.
“Yah,
I’ve just been having trouble with…. Uhh… the schlond poofa,”
He can hear Castiel making a choking coughing sound behind him. “Yah,
it’s been making funny noises and I thought I heard something so I
stopped.”
“Well,
I hope there’s nothing seriously wrong with your… car.” Anna
smiles. “Oh, if you remember my cousin Gadreel, he’s really good
with cars.”
“I
actually have a friend who is a mechanic.” Castiel shoots both
women a dazzling smile. “And he’s an expert in schlond poofas.”
Tagging… uhh has anyone I know not been tagged yet? I’m so bad at tagging people… so uhh just do this if you want. Consider yourself tagged.
Just like in case anyone didn’t know what a schlond poofa is
Reasons you should go check out I Can’t Get BI Without You 1) It’s funny as fuck *points to above post* 2) Polyamory 3) Someone’s a porn star 4) It needs more love 5) The freaking companion piece Tell Me Menorah That Story is wild and hilarious and amazing 6) Just read it. It’s awesome
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