the boy king’s demons aren’t allowed to close deals with underage kids anymore, but that doesn’t mean kids aren’t still trying. the demons never show, but within a week of a teenager burying a Altoids tin of graveyard dirt at a crossroads, the kid’s problems always disappear under mysterious and inexplicable circumstances
A summoned demon could appear anywhere in the vicinity of the crossroads, so Sam made sure to stay behind a tree, obscured from the sight of this kid. Sam noticed he was rather small, his shape obscured by the baggy, oversized clothes he wore. His hair just fell past his ears in uneven cuts, and his hands endlessly trembled and fidgeted together.
“Come on!” The kid cried out. “Just show yourself, please!” No matter how much this kid pleaded, Sam couldn’t negotiate with him. He refused to allow children to offer their souls to demons. It was only this time that Sam even bothered showing up at the crossroads in the first place.
“We don’t have enough money to last us until next year-..” the kid trailed off, hesitantly stepping back. “We could get enough money, a-and then have one less mouth to feed.” Sam almost felt something in the last working corner of his heart. God damn these kids and their willingness to sacrifice themselves. No wonder he forbid deals with them.
Sam rubbed his chin slowly, deep in thought. He wouldn’t let this selfless kid throw himself to the hounds for the sake of his family. He didn’t deserve it. And he didn’t deserve to have to struggle to get by with his family, either.
There was extreme irony in calling it a blessing. Angels never thought of rewarding resilient souls for their troubles, and demons never felt like offering their services for free. But if God was going to turn a blind eye to the Kennedy family in their time of need, then Sam would provide the intervention they deserved, whether it be divine or not.
You know after watching everyone and every damn thing I love die over and over, you think this shit would sting a little less, but it never fucking does. Hell, it feels a little worse each time I see you die. Because you kept coming back, like those trick candles you blow out and they keep re-igniting… but even those eventually run out and all you’re left with is a vague disappointment and wax all over a perfectly good cake. Pain in the ass you were, you were my best friend. I haven’t really got much going for me in my life; it’s mostly just been me and Sammy against the world. You made it a little less lonely, a little more bearable. Now, look at me, writing a letter that you’ll never respond to like some kind of sentimental sap, dumbass is more like it. Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks… for everything. I don’t know if they got a special spot for dead angels, being soulless and all… but I hope they do. Hell, maybe I’ll even see you again. If they got Zeppelin in angel-heaven, I could introduce you to some more proper music and none of that Britney Spears bullshit you used to blast out in that trash pimp car.
Well… my laptop crashed and now it’s half midnight so lets do this!! *Honestly I don’t know what this is and it’s 1AM and I’m sorry this is late. *.* Oh and Jo’s archery skills are legit mine.
Jo was sat, on a broken, plastic bench, watching Charlie arch. Grudgingly she’d been dragged along to one of Charlie’s archery lessons. And of course the lessons were outside and of course it had to be pouring down with rain as well. Jo shivered in the cold. “Come on, Jo! It’s your turn now!” Charlie called out. Jo stood up and walked up to the line, as she passed Charlie, she planted a kiss on Jo’s cheek. Jo smiled slightly and went to pick up the bow and arrow. She glanced at the target Charlie had been using, all three arrows were planted next to the bullseye. She picked up the bow and tried to slip one of the arrows onto the string. “No, that’s not what you do!” Said the instructor who had been sitting watching the girls. He had praised Charlie every time, though Jo was not as lucky. Jo moved the arrow to the side a bit, as she was prompted by the instructor. She pulled back the bowstring and let the arrow fly. It stuck itself into some mud roughly ten feet away. It was nowhere near the target. Jo picked up another arrow and slid it onto the bow string as the instructor had said. This time the arrow flew through the air in completely the wrong direction. She picked up her final arrow and it finally hit the target, though it was only on the first ring, Charlie yelled out, “WOOO! Go Jo!” Jo blushed and looked down at the mud on her boots and the instructor rolled his eyes. She walked back to the broken bench and Charlie hugged her. “Thanks for coming, I know you don’t want to be here.” Charlie whispered into Jo’s ear. “No, it’s fine.” Jo squeezed Charlie’s hand then sat back down. Jo watched as Charlie hit the bullseye three more times, the instructor constantly beaming at her. After those three arrows they had to leave as there was another lesson twenty minutes later. They walked back to the car holding hands. Jo’s hands were numb from the cold. She slid into the passenger seat, turning on air conditioner and still holding Charlie’s hand.
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Dean is the new cop on the block and has only been at his new job for three weeks. Already he’s made three epic screw-ups and has drawn the attention of his boss. Deputy Lafitte, who Dean has been dating for a while now outside of work, calls him into the office and reprimands him, then asks him to make a very interesting choice…
Explicit. 9.5k words. (Complete)
[Sub!Dean, Dom!Benny, BDSM, rope bondage, spanking, leather, sub drop]
Dean’s crushing hardcore on his friend, Cas. He doesn’t know him all that well since they only met at the start of the semester a few weeks earlier, but seeing Cas in classes four days a week was bound to affect him. He’s smart, goofy and charismatic, but somehow also serious and socially clueless; he’s athletic with the body to prove it; and he’s fucking gorgeous with the bluest eyes Dean has ever seen. In other words, he’s a total catch and way too good for Dean.
Dean is resolved to suffer his crush in silence until it goes away. Only it doesn’t, of course, because when is Dean Winchester’s life ever easy or simple? That’s when he finds out the person he thought was Cas is actually two people—identical twins. When the twins realize Dean’s blunder, they decide to have a little fun. They refuse to reveal the other twin’s name until Dean earns the right to know it. Which means Dean’s stuck doing their bidding until they decide to have mercy on him.
Explicit. 25.5k words. (Complete)
[Mildly Dubious Consent, Twincest, Blow Jobs, Dean in Panties, College AU]
There’s a strange, masked swordsman acting as a vigilante in Richmond. The man fights the prevalent corruption in local mining towns and is suspected of helping men escape their indentured servitude for new lives. In all honesty, Dean admires the man’s efforts, but he’s been tasked with investigating the claims and bringing the masked man to justice.
Mature. 9k words. (Complete)
[twincest, historical!au, zorro!au, blowjobs, minor michael/anna]
Dean Winchester is the owner of his own car restoration store slash garage, aptly named “Winchester Cars”. His brother, Sam, and best friends have all moved away from the medium-sized city he lives in, and Dean is lonely. He’s not coping very well – J.N., a porn actor slash lingerie model, is profiting a lot from his lonely nights – and the only person keeping him happy is Charlie, his best friend. Their Skype conversations don’t always help, though. One night, after being pressured by Charlie to finally go out, Dean strikes out again. He decides to just give up and wanders around the city until he finds a bar he likes, and enters. He decides to go in and hope for the best – maybe he’ll find someone there…
Explicit. 28.5k words. (Complete)
[cas and jimmy don’t know if they are related, confused identities, jimmys a porn star]
Jimmy Novak had nearly everything he’d ever wanted; a decent job, a beautiful daughter, and a boyfriend he adored. But his father’s sudden death threatens to destroy the things he holds most dear when he’s forced to come face-to-face with his past and the one person he never wanted to have to face again: his brother.
Castiel Novak had been managing life just fine. It hadn’t been going the way he’d expected, but still, things were fine. That was of course until his father died and he was back in the same room as his twin brother, Jimmy, and all that managing was a little harder to do. Between his brother, his memories, and his brother’s gorgeous new boyfriend, Castiel was fairly certain it’s only a matter of time before something snaps.
Dean Winchester thought he’d had things relatively figured out. He was in love and more than ready to take the next step with his boyfriend, until he found out about that twin brother his boyfriend had never mentioned. There’s some kind of damage between the two of them, shaking Jimmy up and messing with his head. Dean is determined to find out what and hopefully fix it. Now all he has to do is figure it out and not fall for the wrong twin in the process.
Explicit. 61.7k words. (Complete)
[Past Child Abuse, Infidelity, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Lovers to Enemies, Enemies to Lovers]
Dean is Cas’s submissive and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s never been conventional by any stretch of the word, so why follow along with the way Alphas are expected to behave? Their dynamic works for them. Screw anyone who says an Omega should never dominate an Alpha. When a homeless Alpha enters Dean’s Artisan Bakery it bothers him more than he cares to admit. Cas insists Dean wouldn’t hurt anyone unless he didn’t have a choice. Alphas don’t usually mate because it tends to lead to injury or death. So, the attraction he’s feeling doesn’t matter. Self-preservation does and despite Cas believing it wouldn’t end badly Dean doesn’t wanna take the chance. Some lines aren’t meant to be crossed. Unfortunately, that’s easier said than done, especially since Cas has decided he’s gonna fuck Sam.
Explicit. 5k words. (WIP)
[Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, bottom!Dean, switch!Cas, switch!Sam, voyeurism, porn with feelings]
Warnings: under-negotiated kink in chapter 3 (but fully consensual)
People are disappearing into a forest outside a small town in northern Michigan, and they aren’t coming back out. When Sam and Dean question the locals, they’re told all kinds of tales about the different fae folk who live in the woods, and nearly all of them could be responsible. In the end, they have no choice but to go into the forest themselves.
The trees speak. Pixies giggle at them from sunbeams and mutated fae attack without warning, and the forest won’t let them leave. The only safe place is the home of a pair of witch twins who save them from a kelpie, but even their protections might not be enough to keep the forest out.
While celebrating the Fourth of July, Cas finally gets some alone time with Meg. He can’t help but confront his feelings for her, no matter their differences.
Teen and Up. 1k words. (Complete)
[fluff, firework show, pining, a dirty joke, kissing]
Meg’s bargained her way out of a life of crime and into WitSec, but with the caveat that she has to deal with a fed living with her to make sure she doesn’t run before she testifies. Cas is strange, but maybe he’s growing on her.
Teen and Up. 4.6k words. (Complete)
[Fake/Pretend Relationship, Falling in Love, Witness Protection]
Dean lives an orderly life. As a single omega close to forty, he knows exactly who he will end up being: the respectable spinster, the adoring uncle. He got over any small regrets years ago. To say he expects no change would be an understatement.
And yet it arrives in the most unexpected of ways – the arrival of a confirmed bachelor in the neighbourhood.
Ever since coming back human from Purgatory, Castiel has been in a depressive fugue. Sam takes it upon himself to cheer him up, but his plans get somewhat sidetracked when he, Dean, and Castiel are sent on a hunt for Bigfoot.
Castiel is a WW2 Paratrooper from the 1st Canadian Parachute Battalion. His mission is to drop in to help the Allied forces re-gain the Ardennes. When He and Dean are ordered to assist a sniper take a strategic position, Tragedy strikes. When Cas wakes up in a hospital in Britain, He is in pain and has no idea what happened to his friend Dean.
Sam Harvelle-Winchester finally got his first job teaching at North Star Academy, one of the best private schools in the city. It’s a good job but the issue is Castiel Novak, the fifth-grade teacher down that hall he’s absolutely smitten with, but probably doesn’t have a chance with. After so many awful dating experiences, Sam just doesn’t have it in him to ask him out and even if he did, there’s always the chance that Sam’s sex would be an issue anyway.
Dean comes home early and finds Sam and Castiel in the shower. Together. He decides to ask his brother about it, while making it as painful for him as possible.
Mature. 2k words. (Complete)
[Sexual Humor, Euphemisms, Dean Finds Out, Secret Relationship]
“It wasn’t the first time a child had been abandoned in front of the fire station. It broke her heart every time, but she thought she’d never seen anything so cruel as the scene in front of her:
The blue-eyed toddler held a dead bird in his arms like a teddy bear, chubby cheeks stained with salt from crying.”
After a long shift at the fire station, Charlie finds abandoned little Cas.
Teen and Up. 1.5k words. (Complete)
[Toddler!Cas, Toddler!Dean, Firefighter Charlie, Darlie, Angel!Cas, Married Darlie]
Benny had a sly grin on his face as he took a duffle bag from Castiel and opened it up to reveal a set of chains and a belt. “You okay with this, Chief?” Benny asked in his southern drawl that always seemed to make Dean melt. “It’ll just be what we spoke a out last week,” Castiel added even though Dean remembered exactly what had been said in that conversation. “I’m good. Green for go.”
When the leviathans were deciding who goes play Sam and who goes play Dean, the monster who tried for Sam, but got the older brother instead, happened to find himself quite fascinated when he saw what kind of a man he’s meant to deal with. Going off on a solitary leviathan hunt, Dean didn’t know what’s going on… until he did. A life collision with Dean Winchester always seems to take an unexpected turn.
Mature. 2.4k words. (Complete)
[Dean Winchester/Leviathan, Dean Winchester/Dean Winchester, season 7]
Dean and Charlie are married. They couldn’t be happier, performing as Rose and Jack, and taking care of their daily lives. One day, Samuel Campbell, one of the big fish in the industry, offers to become their manager. However, he soon transforms from the manager to a friend and undeniable attraction between all of them seems to push them into a state that everyone could easily describe as more than friends.
Who the hell moves an entire castle from the Rhine to goddamn Missouri? Dean, Sam, Donna and Max don’t know, but a free vacation is a free vacation. Unless there’s German ghosts, possessions, and unfortunate hotel staff, which mean the week away from the hunting life is gonna have to wait.
Explicit. 8.3k words. (Complete)
[Dubious Consent; Case Fic; Haunting; Possession; side pair of Dean/Donna; Season 12]
“Henry don’t- Please don’t lick the peaches.” Castiel pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed as Henry’s tongue came out and licked not one but three peaches out on display. Drool was everywhere and there was no way he could pretend his son hadn’t just done that. “Guess we’re buying peaches now,” he muttered under his breath, grabbing the now slightly wet fruits his five year old had slobbered over.
“What are we going to do with peaches?” Charlie asked. His seven year old was standing on the edge of the shopping cart, limbs sprawled out along the metal sides to keep herself from falling as Castiel weaved through the aisles.
“I have no idea,” he sighed. “Maybe we’ll bake a pie for Daddy. It’d be a nice present for him when he gets back from his trip.”
Not that Castiel was feeling particularly charitable towards his spouse at the moment. Dean was on his annual roadtrip with his brother, a Winchester bonding tradition that they’d done since Dean had first learned how to drive. It was sweet that the brothers kept it up all these years later… except this was the first year that Castiel had not two children to look after by himself, but three.
Junior hiccuped in his sleep and cuddled closer to Castiel. The five month old was dwarfed by the baby carrier strapped to Castiel’s chest and looked far too adorable. Freckles dotted his cheeks and long eyelashes made him look just like his missing father, and Castiel smiled despite himself.
Henry and Charlie were normally easy to manage, but with Junior attached to him, there was only so much he could do to chase after Henry as he darted back and forth to grab junk food.
“Can we get this?” he asked as he held up a bag of kettle corn. He threw it over his sister’s head before waiting for an answer.
“Can we get these?” he asked as he held up a jar of Nutella. That too joined the growing pile of groceries.
“Oh oh oh! We have to get these!” Henry held up a set of orange and black candles, each shaped like jack-o-lanterns.
“Where did you even find those?” Castiel asked. “It’s June.”
“I dunno. But they’re cool! Can I have them Papa, can I can I can I-?”
“Yes, just please stop.” Charlie giggled but helped Henry put the candles in the shopping cart. “At least find grab us some vegetables so I can pretend I was a responsible parent today? Charlie, go help your brother.”
They came back a few minutes later with an eggplant, three carrots, and a bag of onions.
“… We’re apparently eating junk food and a vegetable stir fry for dinner,” Castiel grumbled as the kids proudly put their spoilers in the cart. He was exhausted and not willing to fight them on their less than stellar shopping selections. They had food, so he was calling it a win.
“As soon as your father gets back, I’m disappearing for a weekend and treating myself to a spa day.”
While experimenting with magic when he was a kid, Sam accidentally cursed Dean. Now, Dean is forced to wear a spelled amulet constantly, or he’ll turn into a random animal. For a little over a decade, he’s learned to live with the curse, and has even found it useful in some cases, but he sure would be happier without it.
When he meets a witch named Castiel, he’s offered a deal. Instead of assuming all witches are bad, Dean can spend a season getting to know him. If at the end of the season, Dean still thinks he’s evil Castiel will send him away with his memory wiped of the whole experience. But if he learns that Castiel is not the monster Dean assumes he is, he’ll lift Dean’s curse.
It’s an offer Dean can’t bring himself to pass up.
If you’ve paid even half attention to my blog you know Cas is my weakness and Crowley is my King! Season 12 finale was the only time my husband saw me speechless and want to cry over a fictional character, *ahem* characterS (plural)…..that being said—
This fic was SO FUN to read and illustrate, these aren’t even all the scenes that I WANTED to draw, but I ran out of time. I mean c’mon my two faves on a road trip? Where music plays heavily into the story…. Crowley finding all sort of humorous ways to entertain himself while stuck in a truck with Cas….I was all in on this! Y’all need to read this! It’s an uneasy bromance (for a non-romantic ship would they be Crostiel?, Crowstiel? Casley?) but there’s still so many “aww” moments, and “hey, he’s right about that!”, and my favorite hellhound even gets some page time 🙂
I will stop rambling now, just go read it, show @thayerkerbasy some love for bringing this story to life!
Gorgeous, perfect art! I loved these, they fit the moments in the story really well. I especially love how you captured Crowley (and his facial expression in the shoulder devil and angel one killed me dead). The Juliet one is also one of my favourites, i love how you made her sort of melt into the shadows💖 and yes, she’d totally have a pink collar:)) wonderful job!
*faints*
Thank you so much! What wonderful compliments. I had awesome content to work from! @thayerkerbasy brought all the characters to life so well.
Fourth of July fic featuring a 20-year age difference, shotgunning, chubby dad Dean, lots of weed and my actual dad Gary
To interested individuals,
We will be throwing a backyard barbeque on July 1 with a group of about 15 men and women between the ages of 21 and 25. While most of us know how to operate a grill, none of us are willing to fulfill the role of “BBQ dad.” That being said, we are in need of a generic father figure between 4 p.m. and 8 p.m. We’ll be partying well into the night, shooting off illegal fireworks, making out with each other, etc., so you’re welcome to stay and hang out all night or leave once the grilling duties are complete.
Duties include:
-Grilling hamburgers and hotdogs (while drinking beer)
-Refer to all male attendees as “big guy,” “chief,” “champ,” and all female attendees by their first names because we’re not weird
-Talk about dad things like lawnmowers, building your own deck, Jimmy Buffet, etc. Funny anecdotes are highly encouraged. All while drinking beer.
Desired experience:
-Minimum 18 years as a dad
-Minimum of 10 years grilling experience
-An appreciation of a nice, cold beer on a summer day
We can’t pay you in money, BUT we can give you all the food and cold beer your heart desires. Grill for a few hours, then sit back and crack open a few cold ones with the boys.
THIS IS A REAL AD. Do not hesitate to call if you are interested. Preference will be given to applicants named Bill, Dave or Gary.
Dean’s next door neighbor is going to fucking kill him. He thinks. They don’t tend to mix much, even though their apartment doors are side-by-side in the quaint, renovated Victorian house.
Dean’s been looking for his cat, Lucifer, since the night before. The bastard had door dashed when Dean returned from work, and never showed up despite him shaking bags of treats and making dumbass kissy noises all over the neighborhood.
Lucifer’s back, and he’s having a staring contest with Castiel Milton. God’s gift to Dean’s monochrome life. Castiel is just… everything Dean covets, really. Dark hair tinged with electric blue, thick black glasses, nose ring, fully pierced left ear, and an explosion of color up his entire right arm. Dean’s never seen the tattoo completely, but it looks like angels bathed in cool tones fighting demons in warm tones in splashes of watercolor.
He’s also smoking a Marlboro Light, the white filter of the cigarette casually hanging out of his mouth; stuck to his pale lips in a way that makes Dean want to kiss the life out of him.
He cringes when Castiel, face pinched in his usual grumpy-murderous look, reaches towards the cat. Please don’t hurt my cat, he prays.
To his utter shock, Castiel strokes the top of the Scottish fold’s head so incredibly gently with his knuckles, then he follows the movement forward, stubs out the cigarette in the ashtray on the porch railing, and kisses the cat right between his eyes.
Dean’s whole body stutters as he approaches the porch stairs. He doesn’t think Castiel has seen him yet. But he has.
Without removing his pale blue gaze from the cat, Castiel says in a gravel-rough voice Dean’s sure he’s never heard before because he doesn’t remember feeling these butterflies before, “why would you name a cat Lucifer?”
“Because cats are devils,” Dean answers easily, really about to swallow his tongue. “Awesome little devils.”
Castiel’s gaze shifts up and it freezes Dean in place, even though his body is on fire. “Dean Winchester, apartment two. I’m Cas Milton, apartment one.”
“Yeah… I know. Don’t think we’ve ever spoken before. Sorry about that.” Not for the lack of trying, his brain stage whispers. Castiel just seems so… above. Scary, too. He’s intense. And Dean gets the impression that Castiel has found something lacking in Dean by the way his gaze sharpens.
He can barely look at Castiel. It’s like staring into the sun. He’d always thought it was a stupid cliche, until it wasn’t anymore.
Therefore he’s struck dumb when Castiel says haltingly, “thank you.”
Dean looks up and is rooted by something his brain won’t process. Castiel is staring at Dean with a red face and wide, earnest blue eyes. “For?” Dean prompts hoarsely. What is HAPPENING?!
“Back… when…” he pauses, rubbing the back of his neck. Is he… embarrassed? No way. No fucking way. “When I first moved in,” he rushes on. “You brought me the…” he cups his hands. “The cupcakes. From the local bakery. Left them hanging on the door with the lovely welcome note. They were good. I never thanked you. I didn’t know how.”
Slowly, Dean steps up onto the porch, resting his hip against the railing. “How do you not know how to say thanks? Not that I’m accusing you, or nothing. I’m just surprised.”
Castiel shifts on his foot, arresting eyes falling to his combat boots. “I’m not a people person. I don’t easily relate to others. And you were…” he balls his fists and smacks them against his thighs. “You were irritatingly hot.”
Dean laughs, startled and happy. At least he knows Castiel doesn’t hate him. “I’m not anymore?” The wink is too irresistible to hold back.
If possible, Castiel’s face gets redder. His shoulders hunch. “That’s not what I meant,” he mumbles. “You still are.”
In his distraction, Dean’s almost lost track of Lucifer, who’s starting to get bored. He grabs the cat and drapes him over his shoulder before he can make a second mad escape. “I gotta get this bastard inside, but, like, hey, do you wanna come in? Hang out?”
Castiel blinks up at him looking pleased. “Yes, Dean, I would. I think we would get along if we… hung out. Thank you.”
Grinning, Dean nods over his shoulder. “Come on in.” He thrills at the sound of Castiel’s heavy boots clomping behind him. And if he gives Lucifer an extra chin scratch and treats for bringing about this incredible turn of events, no one needs to be the wiser.
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