Asphyxiatedredherring
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“It frustrates me,” Cas mutters, “how the same sensation can feel sometimes good, and sometimes not.”
Dean’s hand is still rubbing slowly down the length of his spine, like he’s petting the valley between the wings he can’t see. “Well, that’s just par for the course,” Dean rumbles. “Sometimes a body wants touch and sometimes it wants to be left the fuck alone.”
Cas always wants touch. At least from Dean. He doesn’t say so. “It frustrates me how much good and bad I can feel at the same time.”
“Oh, buddy,” Dean says. “Yeah.”
(After the perfect darkness of the Empty, Cas finds the world a little...overwhelming. Dean tries to help.)
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- Part 9 of author's personal favorites
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“I need you to marry Castiel.”
They weren’t the words Dean expected to hear from his business partner’s mouth before their bakery-slash-chocolate shop opened for the day. He’d been quite happy being single—and who the fuck was Castiel, anyway?
It turned out that Castiel was a Russian erotic novelist in need of a ticket to America, and Dean… well, Dean was a last resort.
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- Part 1 of The Russian 'Verse
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Dean knows better than to stay late at work, his commute home is dangerous any time, but especially after dark.
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shadow puppets and the light that causes them by fleeceframe
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)
14 Feb 2026
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“What you do is good,” because Dean’s not so great in the words department. It doesn’t seem to matter, Cas looks touched by the sentiment either way. “And what you did- too. I mean, what you said, did you really…Ya know. Carry my burning soul?”
“You don’t remember?” Cas seems genuinely surprised. As surprised as he can, at least, with that perpetually bird-like way he has about him.
“What, you yanking me out? Nah. There’s nothing there.”
“Yes, I carried you out of Hell.”
“My burning soul.”
“Yes.”
“What was- What was that like?”
or the one where dean gets captured by demons while the apocalypse looms, and castiel rescues him from both hell and his existential crisis
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