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1. The Winter Would Hold No Spring by ISawAnAlienInMichigan

   Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)  

   • Not Rated
   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
   • M/M
   • Work in Progress

   16 Aug 2026

   Tags

   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
   • Castiel/Dean Winchester
   • Castiel (Supernatural)
   • Dean Winchester
   • Sam Winchester
   • Yearning
   • POV Castiel (Supernatural)
   • Supernatural Seasons 4 and 5
   • Destiel - Freeform
   • Friends to Lovers
   • Led Zeppelin References
   • Angst
   • Abusive John Winchester
   • God Sucks TBH
   • religious trauma
   • Throwback
   • Supernatural AU - Freeform
   • Written While Listening to So Much Big Thief
   • Slice of Life
   • The world is ending or whatever
   • Dean Winchester Has Internalized Homophobia
   • Top Castiel (Supernatural)
   • Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester
   • Case Fic
   • Slow Burn
   • Fluff and Smut
   • Hurt/Comfort
   • Fluff and Angst
   • The Witch Who Turns People Bald
   • Bottom Dean Winchester
   • Bisexual Dean Winchester
   • Happy Ending
   • Work in Progress

   Summary

   “How did they find you?” Castiel asked, voice low. Dean reclined against the wall, arms crossing over his chest, brushing Castiel’s in turn. If he was trying to create more distance between them, he was failing.
   “Beats me,” he mumbled, green eyes tired beneath heavy lids. Without thinking, Castiel leaned in to him, hand raising to rest on his jaw. He dabbed at the blood on his lower lip, searching for injury. Dean’s expression blurred, face tilting compliantly under his touch.
   “You’re okay,” Castiel assured him, “They didn’t do too much damage.” Dean held his gaze, and Castiel felt something shift, tension sparking between them. He was so near that their foreheads nearly brushed, and Dean’s face was warm against his palm, stubble brushing his skin as he leaned into him.
   “Yeah, well,” he said, clearing his throat. Castiel pulled back as Dean straightened, expression smoothing back into distant normalcy. “Gotta ‘guard dog’ on speed dial, apparently.”

    

   Or: Dean is being pranked by a witch, but he's got much bigger fish to fry.

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