erodedstarshapedwings
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After dragging Hannibal over the cliffside, Will had never again expected to wake up.
He certainly hadn't expected to wake up in Wolf Trap, in bed next to the man he had just tried to kill. When their violent game of cat-and-mouse suddenly takes a surprisingly domestic turn, Will isn't entirely sure how to cope.
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17 Dec 2025
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Sam’s hand is close to Dean’s hip, lips nearly on the shell of Dean’s ear. “You are his guiding star.” Sam reads out Dean’s chit, words hitching in his throat like they’re crafted with spikes and Dean turns to face Sam in the dark. Bile in his throat. Sam’s expression is fractured, unbearably weak for a man of his stature and something seizes inside Dean’s chest. Moonlight catches in Sam’s eyes. Green, green, golden when he tilts his head.
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05 Nov 2025
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Castiel comes back, human, and suddenly the world feels different. Dean calls him Castiel at first for fun, to mask the weight of everything, but it doesn’t stay a joke. With every repetition, it becomes something else—tender, binding.
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A story about finding each other, quiet mornings, stumbling into domesticity, farmer’s markets, paint stains and coffee rings, maybe one last case, and the raw intimacy of learning each other without walls. In small rituals, they discover what it means to live without blood and fear, and to love without it.Or
A quiet love story about humanity, healing, and the way a name can mean everything.or
they get together, kiss, and have filthy sex, too.--
"The first time Dean says his full name, it startles him, deep, hits him like a thunderbolt. His eyes widen before he can stop it, and the word strokes something ancient in him, as old as the last wisps of his grace holding his skin together, and yet, embarrassingly human. It lands somewhere deep in his chest, somewhere to the top of his lungs, igniting him like a dropped match in dry grass. And something—heat or want maybe—flickers to life.
Dean doesn't look away. Then he says it again, slower."Bookmarked by erodedstarshapedwings
14 Oct 2025