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Dean Winchester was a living-legend; a threat mothers scared their pups with if they misbehaved, undisputed king of the seas: the most dangerous alpha-pirate to exist. Dean lived by food, blood, and sex. And nothing could ever change that, until one fine night, when one, cheeky little omega dancer stole his heart away for once and evermore, and right then was when Dean Winchester was truly, deeply gone. From a lustful heathen to a gentle romantic, it was love at first sight. Not to mention the tempting curves, the sinful voice, and that aprhrodisiac of a scent that drove Dean wild to no extent.
But Castiel wasn't your ordinary prostitue. Not by the tiniest chance.
Castiel was a living-legend; a threat people scared alphas with. Known to be the chief of the most wicked, clever, and underground bandit-gang whose mission was to rid the world of useless, abusive, brutish alphas.
Castiel cannot love Dean; he isn't allowed to.
But love— it finds a way, doesn't it?
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To strengthen the status of their nobility and to keep their blood noble, it is decided that Sir Winchester would be betrothed to the young daughter of the Novaks, Anna. But when Anna elopes with her lover one night before the wedding, it falls on Castiel to see this contract through and so now, he must wed the infamous knight, Sir Winchester, who is known for his frigidity and indifference.
Castiel won't lie. Dean Winchester is the most handsome and kindest man he's ever seen. Maybe he can learn to live with him.
But can Dean learn to live with Castiel as well? Can he finally break out of the shell that he's huddled his heart into for the past ten years?
Maybe Castiel is just what he needs. Only time can tell. And fate.
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The story is set in the aftermath of the Michael–Lucifer showdown from Season 5. While falling into the pit, however, Michael latched part of his grace onto Dean, while Lucifer turned Castiel into a demon. Harrowed with the problem of being a demon, Castiel went MIA, locked up by Crowley as a prisoner and bait for other angels, leaving behind a heartbroken angel Dean. But when an emergency comes up, and Dean is summoned for help by Castiel— things begin to fall in place. Can Dean and Castiel go back to how they were before the Swan Song? Or will their fates be unchangeable?
"Cas, I want to go back to how we were. You an angel, me a human. There's got to be some way, right?"
"There is no way such a thing could happen, Dean, until God himself willed it. And God, as we know, couldn't care less. We can't change this."
"But there could be someone, right? There has to be someone with some kind of information on this situation? Maybe a witch or an angel expert, someone?"
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What seems to be a routine witch-hunt in Colorado goes awry when a few days later, Castiel ends up burning up with a fever, huddled in bed and gasping for air. The brothers are faced with the dilemma of having to deal with Castiel's illness, as well as figure out the cause of it. The catch, however, is that Castiel was never cursed by the witch. It was Dean who had been hit with a spell. Upon calling Rowena, the brothers find out all the answers they need, but executing those answers may turn out to be a little more complicated than expected. At last, it is up to Dean to cure Castiel of the witch's curse.
And the cure? 24 hours of naked, physical contact.
Dean has a lot to face— including his underlying love for Castiel, his emotional turmoil, and a grumpy, feverish angel who has taken a liking to cuddling.
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saudade
(n.) a nostalgic longing for something or someone that was loved and then lost, with the knowledge that it or they might never return; "the love that remains".
In the winter of 1934, the recently mated, young Winchester couple, Dean and his pregnant husband, Castiel, move into the Mullen Manor in the Somerset County of England. Sandover Company, Dean's architecture firm has assigned Dean the task of demolishing and rebuilding the manor from the ground up.
However, things soon turn strange when Castiel realises the manor isn't what it seems to be. Old, stony and ruined as it may be, something dark, something strange, something foul lingers in the air of the manor. And it calls for Castiel. It speaks to him, it touches him, and yet, Castiel can't see it.
Only when things get out of hand, does Dean realise, the house holds a grave, deep secret, one which should have been buried long ago, but now? Everything is unraveling. Each secret. Each mystery.
And Castiel is right in the heart of it.
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"My sweet, lil' kitten, just what did you think you were doing with those panties, huh? Bending over to show them off, walking around with your ass so ripe and tasty, did you want me to see you?"
"Y—yes master," Castiel whimpered, as Dean crooked his fingers inside Castiel, and the catboy's back curved beautifully as he let out a moan and gripped Dean's shoulder tighter, riding his master's fingers with vigour and enthusiasm, as Dean kissed his his jaw.
Catboy!Castiel×Master!Dean
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Castiel is an angel captured by the demons for information. When none of the lower rank demons are able to obtain information, a special Knight of Hell, Dean, is called in to crack the angel. And his specialty just so happens to be torture.
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"Seems like we caught ourselves the same prey."
Benny laughed, his deep, dark eyes flickering from Castiel to Dean, before he quirked his lip and seemed to contemplate. A second later, a crooked smile unfurled at his face, and he sent Dean a dirty look. "I'm willing to share."
Crewmate Castiel is ganged up on by Impostor Dean and Impostor Benny, but the only way he can live is if he lets them use his body. Not a big deal, right? Not like they're going to turn into—
Monsters.
Those are monsters. And tentacles?! No way. -
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"I am willing to return Castiel to you. But you must prove to me, Dean Winchester, if your love is stronger than the love Orpheus had for Eurydice. The conditions remain the same. Castiel shall follow behind you, every step of the way, but one glance, even a tilt behind, and the angel remains lost in the depths of the Empty forever. However, if you make it to the portal, the two of you together, the angel is yours. Forever."
Dean gulps. He sucks in a deep breath.
"Deal. But don't you dare back down."
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"You gonna' say somethin'?"
"What do you want me to say? It's two in the morning, you're back at my doorstep, after three months of being MIA, you reek of blood, which I know for a fact is not yours, and you're here to spend the night. What can I possibly say?"
Dean Winchester shows up at Castiel's door one night. It's been three months already. There are some things which need to be set straight.
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- Part 2 of My Baby Shot Me Down.
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It was the third of December. Dean gave Castiel his jacket. Said it looked better on him. But then came Lisa.
After the third of December, Castiel hadn't been able to look Dean in the eye again. No, he couldn't, he simply couldn't. Because if he did, he was scared of what he'd see. He'd see Dean falling for Lisa, see how he smiled at Lisa, see how his eyes lit up when he was talking to her, see how every day, Lisa became what Castiel used to be to him. And he couldn't take it.
It was the twenty-third of December.
Dean asked for his jacket back.
He said Lisa wanted it. Said she had seen the other couples share letterman jackets. Said it was a special thing, and Dean had mumbled a 'you know how girls are'.
Castiel gave it back that evening.
'I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you, only if you knew how much I liked you. But I watch your eyes as she walks by. What a sight for sore eyes. Brighter than the blue sky, she's got you mesmerised while I die.'
A Dean/Castiel fan-fiction inspired by the song Heather.
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(Happy Birthday @sir_kingsley!)
And now, as she approached the bedroom, Deanna was once again reminded of just how much warmth and joy her mate brought her each day. Right as Deanna was about to step into the bedroom, there came a moan. A loud, whining moan. -
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Castiel is a Crewmate in the Skeld, simply trying to complete his tasks, but when the lights are down in Electrical, he has to face being alone in the room to fix them.
The doors shut, he's locked inside, and somebody just vented. Oh, it's just Dean.
Wait, what?
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To inspect further, Dean walked towards the kitchen, but the moment his eyes wandered inside, he froze.
What the heck?
Either he was too drunk— smashed, hammered, absolutely piss drunk— or Castiel was really wearing that.
That being a tiny, black French maid outfit.
Still unaware of Dean's presence, Castiel continued to hum under his breath as he glided across the kitchen floor, grabbing mugs and whatnot, but Dean could do nothing but remain rooted to the ground and drool. The maid outfit, erm, it suited Castiel. Dean had no idea why in the world Castiel would wear something as vulgar as that, especially when he was working at Dean's home, but hey, Dean wasn't complaining. Castiel bounced on his toes to reach up to a top shelf, and his short, low-cut French maid outfit bounced with him. Dean swallowed thickly the moment he caught a glimpse of skin under the skirt.
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It had taken Dean no more than an hour to knock Castiel out with a baseball bat, strip him naked, tie him up while he was unconscious, and drag a knife down Castiel's smooth, tanned chest, all the while reveling in the pained, agonised pleas of Castiel begging for mercy.
Now, standing there before Castiel with the knife twirling between his fingers, Castiel couldn't help but notice how strange Dean's green eyes were.
Dark, feral and yet sophisticated.
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"Dean—" he whined, rocking his ass back on his fingers, "-fuck, alpha, need you—"
"What a pretty sight, omega."
Castiel froze.
That voice. Could it be...? No, it couldn't. Dean wasn't coming home until a week after. How could he...?
Gulping with fear, sweat glistening across his body and face, carefully, Castiel turned around, too shocked to even let his fingers fall out from his hole.
Dark, deep green eyes met his own.
Dean.
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"Pa— papa, what's s'name?"
"Jack."
"Like, like Jack Sparrow?"
Castiel laughed, watching as a string of drool ran down Jack's tiny, chubby red face, and the baby cooed to himself.
"Yes, of course." A pause, "-would you like to hold him, honey?"
Castiel and Dean head home to their daughter with their new, recently adopted son, two-year old Jack, and although Castiel has his doubts about introducing a new member to the family, the outcomes are much better than he expected.
(This is a pure, fluffy fic for whenever you're feeling down :D).
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A pretty pink blush spreads across Castiel's face, and Dean finds himself smiling at the sight of that.
"You're beautiful, prince."
"And you're a pervert," Castiel says tenderly, as he spreads his legs open wide, and presses the back of his hand into his mouth to cover his face. Dean's eyes however, remain transfixed to the sight under him. Slowly, he slides his rough, calloused hands up the prince's smooth, young skin, and crawls over the bed until he's hovering above the prince.
(Prince Castiel and Knight Dean's first time being intimate.)
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- Part 1 of Knight!Dean/Prince!Castiel Verse.
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Another tear rolls down Dean's face.
At last, he wills himself to turn, to face Castiel, to feel, to say, to—
To breathe.
Deep, blue eyes gaze into his own.
"You came?" Dean gasps, throwing the door open, stepping out and pressing his back to the car, unable to move as he drinks in the sight of Cas. Still dressed in his horrible beige trenchcoat, and his usual blue tie. But somehow, he seems different. His face is smoother, somehow, and Dean realises just how beautiful he looks without stress lines creasing his forehead.
"I always come when you call." Castiel croaks out.
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Dean used to hate nights.
But these days, he's begun to love them.
'At last, Dean will end up before his bedroom, the door still shut. But instead of the usual darkness lurking inside, bright, yellow light seeps out from underneath the door. With a smile, Dean pushes the door open, and his eyes will fall upon him, upon his other, bigger miracle, the love of his life, the crux of his existence, his best friend, his confidant, his— his everything. And though these words will crawl in the back of his throat, all he'll be able to say is, "-hey grumpy."'
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- Part 6 of Psyleedee's Tumblr Ficlets.