Mo’s soup
Just a collection of supernatural fics I really like :)
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Dean's been hearing about the winged monster in the forest that's supposedly destroyed his family for as long as he can remember. When he's old enough, he decides he's going to capture it in the hopes it'll finally make his dad proud of him. Then he unknowingly meets and befriends the creature and things get…complicated…
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- Part 1 of Bird!Cas au
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The first time she meets him, he's nothing more than an almost-missed appointment.
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Dean is silent for a long, tense moment, then he gruffly says, "It's not for banishing the angels. It's to summon them. So, it doesn't—it's not to get rid of 'em, but to draw 'em in."
Mitzi can't help but glance up at him at that. His voice is so heavy with so much unexplained pain, and she doesn't understand why, or what angels have to do with it. She knows religion can impact people. She's very aware that it can get complicated, and that it can be a huge source of pain for someone, but Dean sounds grievously wronged, somehow, as if it's a truly personal thing.
She pushes through, focusing back on her job, clearing her throat before murmuring, "Well, I guess we all want angels to visit us sometimes."
"Just the one," Dean mumbles.
"Your guardian angel?" Mitzi asks.
Dean breathes out, "Something like that. As close to one as an angel will ever get."
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- Part 1 of Decorations and Dedication
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With a storm surge on the horizon, Dean Winchester needs to get home, but he can’t ignore the feeling in his gut urging him to turn around. The awkward, hoodie-clad homeless man has already disappeared from his rearview mirror yet something draws Dean back. Maybe it’s the fact that the guy looks lost in more ways than one, or maybe it’s something behind those intense, ocean blue eyes, but either way, Dean can’t leave the guy stranded in the impending downpour.
Castiel Novak is running away from his problems. Far away. It’s a decision that made sense at the time, but with his resources running low, no place to stay, and the sky about to rain down on his head, he’s beginning to rethink his life choices. All seems lost until a green eyed local offers him a place to stay dry for the night.
This chance meeting between two strangers shifts the course of both their lives in a way that neither could’ve ever expected, and as they struggle to deal with the secrets of their past while navigating their relationship into the future, they come to find that maybe together they’re the perfect storm. -
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Dean can’t help it. Castiel’s laugh is infectious, washing over him and sweeping him up in its tide. His throat and stomach ache with the feel of it, unfamiliar muscles worked past their endurance. He hasn’t laughed like this in weeks, maybe years.
Cas doesn’t stop laughing, and Dean relishes it. It’s such a good sound, deep and throaty. It rumbles over him the same way that Baby’s engine purrs, to where he can almost feel it in his gut. Dean’s giddy, the kind of happy that hunters don’t get to feel, and if it weren’t for the ceiling, he thinks he might float away. Cas’ eyes crinkle when he laughs, and his smile goes wide and gummy. He’s so brilliant, so alive—
But you’re dead, Dean thinks helplessly. But you’re dead.
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Castiel Novak is one of the best hunters Dean Winchester has ever worked with. He's witty, whip-smart, and has enough knowledge about the supernatural to rival an encyclopedia. He's got humor dry enough to put the Sahara to shame and he's pretty easy on the eyes as well. All in all, he's the best partner Dean could have hoped for.
Too bad he's dead.