Major Tags: underage sex mentioned but not shown, Alternate Universe – No Supernatural, Multiple POVs, Angst, Lovers to Enemies, Enemies to Lovers, Homophobia, Bisexual Erasure, Biphobia,Chuck is a Dick, (and a bad dad), Childhood Trauma, Childhood Abuse, Minor Character Death, Past Character Death, First Meetings, Slow Burn, Love Triangle, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cas and Jimmy are Twins, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Self-Destructive Thoughts, Self-Esteem Issues, Anxiety Disorders, Panic Attacks, Break-ups, Pining, Mutual Unrequited Pining, Love Confessions, Drunken Mistakes, Alcohol, Polyamory Negotiations, Explicit Sexual Content, Switch Dean, Switch Jimmy, Switch Cas, Threesome – M/M/M, Incest, Twincest, Sibling Incest,
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 Cas or lose Jimmy in the process.
Teaser:
“No, seriously,” Dean said, “this woman straight up watches me plant one on him and then proceeds to laugh about how she wishes more men were as open with their affection for their friends as we were.”
Castiel snorted.
“I suggested that we – ow!” Dean jumped, glaring at Jimmy across the table.
“Little ears,” Jimmy said, tipping his head towards Claire, who was pushing her rice into a single pile.
“Oh, right.”
Claire giggled, squirming in her seat. She seemed content to just sit there and play with her rice, popping a piece of chicken into her mouth every once in a while.
“So, you got a boyfriend, Cas?” Dean asked.
“No.”
“Don’t get out much?” Dean asked.
Castiel shrugged. “More than I used to, I suppose. I just haven’t had an interest in long-term dating, not since college.” That was probably the wrong thing to say, but it just kind of slipped out.
Jimmy squirmed in his seat, clearing his throat and pointedly ignoring Castiel’s gaze.
“Why not? Can’t imagine you haven’t gotten any offers.” Dean said.
“There have been offers. I just haven’t been interested.”
I have finally finished Burn! The final chapter is up on AO3 Here
I want to thank @samanddeaninpanties Without her I would have never finished this story. She was my personal cheer leader and my biggest fan.
“Cas.” Cas rasped.
“Hmm?” Sam’s brows were furrowed. His patient was shivering harder now.
“You can call me Cas… my friends call me that.”
Sam’s warm smile could be heard in his voice. It made Cas smile too. “I would like that Cas.”
When
the Vaseline was gone, Sam poured a little more saline over Cas’ chest
arm and back then reached onto the cart for more Vaseline. “This should
feel good.”
Cas sniffled and wiped his face with his hand. “Okay… Why are you nursing here instead of working as a medic?”
Sam
chuckled. He got a generous dollop of Vaseline on his fingers and
started spreading it along Cas’ skin. The action got him another
delicious moan. “I was a medic.” He replied. “I broke my
leg in the field. They sent me here and when I was healed enough to walk
i started working here instead of going home.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way Sam… but I am immensely happy that you broke your leg.”
Sam barked a laugh. It made his eyes light up. Seeing him laugh
like that made Cas warm up from the inside out. Even though the person
next to him was yelling at Sam to shut up. He looked
down
into Cas’ eyes. “So am I.”
“Oh, no,” she said, quelling the expression and donning her best customer-service smile. “I hadn’t heard that.”
“Sorry, I thought I’d told you,” said Lilith. God, Meg hated doing business with this woman, but money was money. “Your services will no longer required; the Ruby Consortium put in a highly competitive bid.”
‘Ruby Consortium’ my ass, God, what kind of arrogant cunt names a business after herself and claims it’s a fricken Consortium?
Ruby. Of course.
“According to Paragraph 3, Subsection 2.4a of our contract, you are required to inform Masters, Inc., if we are outbid, allow us to view the bid, and give us time to prepare a counter offer,” said Meg smoothly.
I mean, if her name was Masters, that’d be different. But who’d buy from ‘Meg, Inc.’ No one, right? Except maybe the same douche bags who are happy to buy from ‘the Ruby Consortium.’
“You just happened to have that part of the contract memorized?” said Lilith sourly. Meg nodded.
Just happened to get warning yesterday evening that you had this up your sleeve.
I won’t lose to anyone.
Least of all Ruby.
Lilith sighed. “Fine. Speak to my secretary about a copy of the proposed bid, and you’re welcome to try to convince me. 24 hours, Meg.”
Recognizing the dismissal, Meg ducked her head politely, rose, and left Lilith’s office. Brief conversation with the secretary secured a copy of Ruby’s bid – utterly unnecessary, Meg already had a copy, but she didn’t want Lilith to know that – and she’d stayed up most of the previous night preparing her counter-offer.
Ruby thought she had Meg beat.
Ruby really oughta know better.
****
“You…you…you whore!” fumed Ruby, storming into Meg’s office. Allowing herself a cold smile, Meg looked up. God, she loved how passionate Ruby got when she was pissed about something, when her normally perfect features twisted with emotion and her usually sleek hair made a disheveled halo about her head.
“Must I remind you that the non-disclosure agreement you signed regarding my college profession is still in place?” Meg said mildly. Staying calm in the face of Ruby’s anger only made her more pissed, her skin flushing red, her eyes gleaming.
“There’s no one else to hear,” snapped Ruby, stomping across the room and hopping to sit on Meg’s desk, ignoring the papers she scrunched as she did. “Just like there was no definitely no one to hear about the deal I struck with Lilith!”
“I suppose the walls have ears.” Meg folded her hands on the table and looked up at Ruby, offering her a glib smile. For a wonder, steam didn’t pour out of Ruby’s ears.
“Where’d you hide it?” Ruby demanded ominously.
“Uh uh uh,” said Meg, waggling a finger before Ruby’s nose. Ruby nipped at her, but Meg didn’t flinch. “That’s not how this game’s played. Say it.”
“No!” said Ruby, pouting.
“Ruby…”
“You cheated, Meg!”
“What, and you’ve never cheated?” Meg scoffed. “I remember the stunt you pulled with my fax machine.”
“Oh, yeah.” Ruby broke into a grin. “That was a classic.”
“Say it!”
“Fine,” Ruby sighed and rolled her eyes. “You win this round.”
“Good,” said Meg. With a decisive nod, she rose and walked across her office, straightening her business suit. “I think the pink dildo. And the vibrator for you, the crotch of the strap on should hold it in. And I expect you to behave.”
“Or what, you’ll spank me?” taunted Ruby, rising and following her, moving with cat-like grace.
She’s gotten too confident by half.
“Oh, I can do far worse than that,” Meg promised. Ruby met her eyes, some of her confidence ebbing away, though Meg only recognized the change thanks to intimate experience over the course of years – a slight quiver of Ruby’s shoulders, a widening in her eyes, small signs of how affected she was.
“I look forward to you trying,” Ruby replied, a sultry promise in her voice.
This was, by far, the most enjoyable business rivalry Meg had ever had.
“In my bedroom. On your knees. Naked. Blind-folded. Wearing the strap on. Five minutes, Ruby. Go!”
And Ruby went.
And Meg smiled.
Damn did we play Lilith well. Not that that was Ruby’s intention, but it sure worked out. How did Lilith not know we’re married?
Well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
But it will hurt Ruby.
And we’ll both love every minutes of it.
“Four minutes left!” Meg shouted, loosening her tie and starting toward the bedroom.
There was a squeak and a clatter, and Meg’s smile widened.
Maybe during the scene today I can convince her to finally change that damn business name…
“What’s your safe word, Ruby?” she called, kicking off her heels.
“Consortium!” Ruby shouted back.
…or not…
…oh well. Next time…
…unless I lose next time.
That’s always fun too.
A minute early, Meg stepped into her bedroom.
Ruby was ready, breasts rising and falling with each calm breath.
God I love her.
“We’re going to have so much fun today,” said Meg.
“Yes, mistress!”
So, so much.
“That bid was very poorly constructed,” Meg said, running a finger over Ruby’s chin. “You’ll never beat me that way.”
“Beat me, mistress,” breathed Ruby. Meg’s breath caught, heat pooling between her legs.
Oh, she was going to beat Ruby alright. And ride her, and press the vibrator against her clit, and lick up every delicious drop she leaked, and if Ruby came?
”This is an apology pizza. Please take it or I will start crying right here.”
(Uh, I better figure out how to make these shorter…I’m a bit verbose.)
“Dean?” The knock at his bedroom door sounded terrified, if that was possible; the voice tentatively saying his name definitely carried more than a little fear, along with trembling anxiety. Dean didn’t say anything, and not just because speaking moved muscles that didn’t like being moved.
The door creaked open a sliver, letting a wedge of lamplight from the hall spill onto the floor of his darkened room. Charlie poked her head through the crack, backlighting throwing her face into shadow. He didn’t need light to know that her eyes were enormously wide, full of guilt. When she saw him sitting up against his headboard, she gulped, almost audibly, before opening the door the rest of the way and stepping inside. Her hands were gripping a wide, flat box in front of her, like a shield.
The way he ought to have gripped his own, really.
“So, this is an apology pizza. Please take it or I will start crying right here,” she said, trying for a light tone. It failed miserably.
He sighed, waving for her to sit down. She dropped onto the foot of the bed, shoulders high with tension. “Can’t really…” he gestured toward the box, then toward his face. “But thanks.”
“Is it really that bad? I can’t see, what with the lights off,” she said, a nervous laugh trying to escape. Dean huffed, then reached over to the lamp on his bedside table. When he clicked it on, Charlie sucked in a breath. He knew exactly what she was seeing: his nose was swollen enormously, bloodied across the bridge, and both his eyes were blackened as though he had gone several rounds with Mike Tyson.
“Oh, Dean,” Charlie whimpered. It was the sympathetic, guilty tears in her eyes, almost ready to spill, that finally made him shake his head and gesture for her to come closer and curl under his arm.
“Not your fault, your highness,” he grumbled. “I should have known better than to underestimate you on the field of combat. I dropped my shield, going for the win, and I deserved what I got.”
“No, but it was an accident!” Charlie protested. “I mean, yeah, I’m pretty badass with a blade, but I was just lifting it to go for a downward strike–I wasn’t trying to catch you in the face with the pommel, I swear!” The LARP blades they’d been using for their mock fight had been mostly foam and lightweight PVC, but the pommel that had broken Dean’s nose was reinforced with heavier materials.
“Accidents happen. I’ll heal,” Dean reassured her. It was true, and he couldn’t stay mad.
“But your date!” she cried. “You were only out there in the first place because of your nerves about tonight!”
And that was the rub. After almost a year of dancing around his own nerves, Dean had finally worked up the courage to ask out the gorgeous guy who’d stolen his breath when he’d first seen him in the cafeteria at work. Castiel worked in a different department, and with only lunch hours to get to know him (and be intimidated as hell by each new impressive, awesome thing he learned about him), Dean was amazed and shocked that he’d actually managed to ask Cas out for drinks, and that Cas had actually agreed.
But now…
“Yeah, probably should have just gone for a jog or something,” Dean said with a grimace, which was followed by a wince of pain.
“You know, it’s only 5:45,” Charlie said hesitantly. “You haven’t actually missed the date yet. You could still–”
“No, no way,” Dean said firmly. “I look ridiculous, and Cas is…he’s not the kind of guy who I want seeing me like this.” Castiel was always so collected and cultured; next to him, Dean felt like a clumsy doof on his best days. “I texted him and told him I was sick. Hopefully, he’ll give me a raincheck. If not…” He frowned, not wanting to think about it.
Charlie made a pained sound, and he pulled her closer. They sat quietly for a little while, ignoring the pizza. Then sounds from outside his door startled Dean out of his black thoughts. Sam was talking to somebody, and they were getting closer.
“…see what I mean,” Sam was saying. “Go on, it’s fine.” And before Dean could protest, his door was opening, and Sam was standing in the doorway, with Castiel beside him. Cas was holding a pharmacy bag, looking baffled. When his eyes fell on Dean, his eyes widened.
“Sam,” Dean groaned. Too late, Cas was crossing the floor, dropping the bag as he moved. He caught Dean’s face in his hands, tilting it from side to side.
“Yell at me later, Dean,” Sam said. “I told you to go to the ER, and you wouldn’t. You had a date planned with an actual ENT doctor anyway, and when he showed up, I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.”
“I’m fine, Cas,” Dean said, wincing as fingers prodded at the bruises. This was a nightmare. Charlie had crawled off the bed and was watching with mouth slightly open in surprise.
“You work in hematology, Dean. If you had a blood disorder, I’d yield to your expertise. This is mine.” Appearing satisfied for the moment, Cas let his hands slip from Dean’s cheekbones around to the sides of his face. “But I’d say that in this case, you’re probably correct. I would probably skip the pizza, however.”
“It’s an apology pizza,” Charlie mumbled. Cas turned to her, raising a brow inquisitively. “I hit him in the face with a sword.”
Cas barked a shocked laugh. “What kind?”
“Boffer longsword.”
Cas chuckled. “I didn’t know you did live-action role play, Dean. It’s been ages, but I think I still have my monk garb somewhere in the basement. Though I believe this is better treated with an ice pack than leeches.”
Dean had no idea how it happened, but somehow, he found himself wedged between his best friend and his crush, listening to them discuss costumes, battles, and festivals…and it was perfect.
Except for the awesome-smelling pizza, which he was too sore to eat. But it would keep. He snuggled into his pillow and did his best to smile.
another coda for 12.23 i’m sorry i can’t stop myself
Dean’s a fucking mess.
He goes through the motions of being okay, but he’s empty inside. It’s a familiar feeling, one he’s already experienced back when Cas disappeared into that fucking lake, only it’s ten times worse this time. Last time he thought he loved Cas. This time he knows it. He knows he’s in love with his best friend and never did a fucking thing about it.
So yeah, it’s worse.
Alcohol doesn’t work. He knows it’s a bad idea so he doesn’t try it, knows he’ll just drink and drink and not stop this time, so he avoids it altogether. The idea of sex makes him want to cry, so that’s out.
The only coping mechanism he has left is hunting.
He’s not in a place to do research or “big picture” stuff like helping with Jack or trying to get Mary back. Sam points him in a direction and says “kill this werewolf” or “clear out this vamp nest” and Dean does it. It’s brutal and messy and physically exhausting and the best he can get right now. It’s the only way he can sleep these days; his body overworked and aching all over, he falls onto a motel bed and is out before his head hits the pillow.
One of these hunts happens to be a djinn. No big deal, really. He knocks the thing out and is about to kill it when he gets an idea. A really fucking stupid idea, but an idea.
Cas at that little cottage by the lake. Their cottage by the lake. He’s making lunch – ham and cheese sandwiches with a side of potato salad – and humming some Led Zeppelin under his breath. Dean stands in the doorway, breathless. He knows, of course he knows, but Cas is right in front of him, alive, and he’ll take it. Fuck yes he’ll take it-
Dean gasps as he jolts awake, the djinn’s venom wearing off. It’d been such a small amount, it’d barely lasted an hour.
He drains that djinn try, kills it, then hunts down every djinn he can find to get more. Visits occult shops and hunter stores and buys all the djinn venom he can get his hands on. Every night, he injects just enough to last ‘til morning. Every night, he dreams of blue eyes and dark hair and lips he finally gets to kiss…
“I love you,” Dean whispers between kisses. “Holy fuck do I love you.”
“I know, Dean. I love you too.”
“Never got to tell you… Fuck, you died and you never even knew-”
“Shhhh. It’s okay, Dean. I’m here. I know.”
Waking up hurts (god does it hurt, it’s like losing Cas all over again), but it makes the rest of his life almost tolerable. It gives Dean a purpose, a goal that he mets with deadly precision, and the momentary peace of getting to be with Cas again.
“Dean?”
“Cas?” Dean groggily looks around the dark room. Cas’ side of the bed is empty, so he holds open the covers for him. “C’mere.”
Cas hestitates but approaches the bed. “Dean…”
He doesn’t wait to hear more, just pulls Cas into the bed and wraps himself around him. “Shh, baby. Go to sleep.”
“Dean- I- This can’t wait-”
“Yeah it can.” Dean yawns and rests his head on Cas’ chest. The idiot didn’t even take his clothes off. “I’m tired. Good night, babe. Love you.”
“… I love you too, Dean.”
When Dean wakes up and sees two blue eyes staring at him, he freezes. Shit shit shit shit how much venom did he take last night? Should’ve worn off by now. How’s he going to wake up? He hasn’t even told Sam where he is, no one’s going to come for him-
“Just breathe, Dean.”
He stiffens as Cas puts a hand on his shoulder, but then melts into the touch. He can’t fucking help it. “Cas,” he croaks. “I fucked up.”
“What do you mean?”
“I took too much djinn venom and now I can’t wake up. I was so fucking careful-”
“Is that what you think this is? A djinn dream?”
“Well either that or I died and went to Heaven, but I’m not sure those dicks have left a spot open for me.”
“… I’m in your djinn dream?”
“That’s a joke, right? You are my djinn dream. What the fuck is even the point if I can’t see you? This is all that’s left-”
Cas surges forward and kisses him, cradling Dean’s jaw like he’s precious. Dream Cas never does that. With dream Cas it’s the other way around. And this kiss is too sweet, too desperate, too real–
“Cas?” Dean doesn’t dare hope. This is a dream after all, isn’t it?
“Chuck brought me back. I came looking for you as soon as I could. You weren’t at the bunker. Took me a while to pinpoint your… your longing.”
Dean rests his forehead on Cas’ shoulders and squeezes his eyes shut. Tears threaten to spill and if they start, Dean suspects it’d be a while before they stop. “This isn’t the djinn dream, is it? Because I can’t afford to start believing this is real and have it taken away. If that happened…”
Strong arms close around him. “It’s real, Dean. I’m here.”
Despite his best efforts, Dean starts crying. Cas doesn’t mind.
As promised just about 17 hours ago on my A03 post: an animated WIP of one of the pieces I made for the @destielreversebang : Emerging Wings.
Please check out the rest of the art (Here on A03) as well and let me know what you think 😀 (Also, I might be adding more art to this eventually. I got an idea. TODAY. of course i did, right?)
I’m particularly proud of this piece. This scene is in the very first chapter @formidablepassion wrote and I had 4 ideas off this scene – the first frame is the first one i drew out and while i love the expression on Cas’s face, it wasn’t what i was looking for.
the second one I attempted was the one i went with as you can clearly see! It was also the one I thought I would NOT be able to do (but was the one I REALLY wanted to draw, which is why I tried it anyway. I did not regret it).
So you see it progress from pencils on scrap paper, to ballpoint pen with some minor changes, then to pencil again on GOOD paper and me starting to fill in the inks (micron pens and sharpie). Then it’s scanned, threshed and colored on Photoshop 😀
Go ahead and continue to send more prompts (Supenatural, Star Trek, Doctor Who…) with whichever ships (I may only ‘see’ a few of them, but I’m usually open to others. I can’t think of any i wouldn’t do – if that happens i’ll let you know) or no ships at all! Angsty, fluffy – let it be known!
There may be a slight delay today since I plan on doing artwork for some bangs, but feel free to send them on in 😀
Summary: Dean, prince of Winchester, had pretty much everything he could have ever wanted, except for a choice in his fate. That was until he found himself kidnapped and held for ransom by a band of pirates and their enigmatic captain, Castiel. Now, he must choose for himself whether or not he will allow himself to be free to do what he wants or to do what everyone seems to think he should.
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Kidnapping, Minor Character Death, Major Character Injury, Violence, Angst, Historically Inaccurate Dialogue, Mild Sexual Content
Snippet:
The captain swung his head back slowly, dragging his eyes up and down Dean’s body before settling back to his face. Dean gulped reflexively. The man set a single, slender finger on his lip and hummed to himself. “And the other three?” “They were on the boat with him,” Marv said. The captain took a step back and moved to stand in front of Garth. Dean let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “You,” the captain said, addressing Garth, “will be taken back to your vessel. Once there you will head back to the castle and tell the king we have his son. You will tell the king that if he ever wishes to see his child again he will send a single ship to the cove at the northernmost isle at his borders two weeks from now. This ship will contain 10,000 gold pieces, 5,000 silver pieces, and ten barrels of whiskey. If your king attempts to send his navy he will never see his son alive again. If he complies, your prince will be returned, safe and sound. Is that understood?” Garth nodded. “But sir,” Marv interjected, “he’s got to be worth more than that!” The captain swung past Garth, towering over Marv, his shoulders arched high. “Did I ask for your opinion?” “N-no, but sir…” “Then hold your tongue,” the captain all but snarled, turning away. “But Castiel…” The captain, Castiel, swung around, a blade suddenly in his hand and pressed against Marv’s neck. “I told you to hold your tongue.” Marv went still, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth. Dean shuddered.
Okay here is attempt #2 of DCJ lol Hope you like it!
The Novak twins had always been close. Many, including their family, attributed this to them being identical twins. They were constantly together and the mere thought of separating little Jimmy and Castiel was impossible.
Mrs. Novak and the other ladies at church, would coo when they would witness things such as Jimmy holding Castiel’s hand in comfort or support. They would send praises to heaven at how ‘God’s loves’ shined in these two brothers when they would embrace each other.
There was much more to it than what other saw, when it came to the Novak twins.
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