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Dean Winchester’s been flaunting his perfect ass in tight jeans and chaps at the rodeo for three seasons, slowly driving security chief Castiel out of his mind. When Dean pushes one taunt too far, Cas makes an offer Dean can’t refuse: stay on the bull for eight seconds, and he’ll get fucked senseless in the nearest trailer. Dean rides to win—and Cas makes good on every filthy promise.
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19 Sep 2026
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(NOW ILLUSTRATED!!) counting or not counting destiel by Anonymous
Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), My Chemical Romance (Band)
07 Sep 2026
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happy (almost) kirkiversary! castiel snipes kirk and then marries dean and mcr plays at the wedding
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1957. Lawrence, Kansas.
Castiel Novak is the new transfer student with a telescope, a chessboard mind, and a habit of never staying long enough to get attached.
Dean Winchester is the popular garage boy with a fast car, a leather jacket, and more secrets than his smile lets on.
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They should have stayed in each other’s orbit from a safe distance.
Then, against every rule they know, they fall in love.
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A Grease-inspired 1950s Destiel high-school AU about first love, secret romance, fast cars, astronomy, chessboards, radios, stars, long-distance promises, and growing up enough to choose each other.
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Content note: This fic follows Dean and Castiel from their teen years into adulthood. Their high-school relationship includes kissing, closeted romance, and period-typical social pressure, but explicit sexual content only appears after the time skip, when both characters are adults.
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In the last few hours before Christmas break, Dean and Castiel find some ways to entertain their students.
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06 Sep 2026
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Based off this Tumblr text post by s4mm4n:
God I miss the days when you could show up to a strangers farm and he’d say “Whats your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I aint got one sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do for you and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who aint for married even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talking and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinking from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savorWARNING: Halfway through this story, it becomes about family loss and tuberculosis.
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16 Jul 2026
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Genuinely fantastic I actually cried when momma died.