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Dean’s quiet time in the bunker is interrupted by some stranger-than-usual behavior from his angel.
Oh, and feathers...there are a lot of those, too.
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“I don’t know what I expected,” she continued. “Maybe if it had only been about sex…” she paused, glancing around the room. Dean ducked out of view, just in time. When Daphne spoke again, her voice was lowered, “But even then, I don’t think it would have worked. Between you and me, he’s not as good at it as Castiel was.”
What. The. Fuck?
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In which Dean sets out to prove that he's better at sex than Castiel, all the while insisting that he's straight. Really.
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23 Oct 2025
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Cas opens his mouth to speak as soon as he watches the younger Winchester hold the kitten up towards his face to look at it up-close, immediately warning, “Sam, wait, that's—”
“Ow!” Sam startles, pulling the kitten away from his face right as Cas sighs out the word, “—Dean,” to finish his sentence.
“He scratched me!” the younger accuses in shock, lifting his free hand to hold overtop the small scratch on his cheek.
(TLDR: Dean gets cursed into a kitten for 24 hours. He's obviously not the happiest about it...but it does give the typically guarded, gruff man an excuse to finally be as affectionate as he pleases. Chaos and fluffiness ensue.)
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22 Oct 2025
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When he wakes, he has no idea who he is. Not his name, what he looks like, or why he’s flat on his back, staring up at the stars littering the night sky.
The first thing he learns about himself is that he has shitty instincts, especially if his first one is to protect the blue-eyed man currently stabbing someone in the face.
Or, the story where two strangers can’t agree on much and know even less, but they’re both fairly certain that they’re in love.
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“What's no big thing?” Cas asks sharply, practically yanking him in the room and shutting the door, turning around and crossing his arms. He looks ten seconds from tapping his foot impatiently.
“It's nothing,” Dean says, looking away and scratching the back of his neck.
Cas sighs. “Elaborate, Dean, or I will be forced to draw my own conclusions. We have no idea where that will lead, so please explain.”
“I'd rather you jump to conclusions,” Dean admits, shrugging sheepishly, still looking at his feet.
“Okay,” Cas murmurs. “What it seems like is that you're attracted to me, and you either don't want to accept that, or you haven't realized it yet.”
Dean moves and sits on Cas’ bed, keeping his head pointed towards the ground. “Let's go back to never talking about it. Isn't the world about to end again or something?”
His defiance is all for naught, because Cas just walks up to him, grabs his face and forces him to look up. Dean tilts his head back and swallows, leaning away from Cas; that only proves to be a mistake, because Cas just steps forward into the space between Dean's legs, looking down at him.
And there they are, just like that.
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21 Oct 2025