BeaBonnet29
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“Do you feel like you’re waiting for that call again?”
He should have expected the question, but it still took his breath away. Because yes, every time his phone rang, some small surge of hope rushed through him. Didn’t matter how hard he squashed it, didn’t matter that Lucifer had played on that very hope, he still scrambled to answer no matter what he was doing. And it hurt when every single time the voice on the other end belonged to anyone else.
All he could manage was a terse nod. She seemed fine with waiting him out while he tried to catch his breath, adjusting the thin gold band of her wristwatch and jotting down a couple of notes. When he spoke again, she set her pen down and met his level stare with one of her own.
“I keep looking for him around corners. I jump when my phone rings.” Dean dug his blunt fingernails into his palm while cold rage trickled and pooled in his middle. “He should be here to deal with the stupid shit he said to me before he died.”
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Dean Winchester goes to therapy.
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Dean is in heaven so he should probably be happy. And mostly he is. But he could probably be happier.
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Stede was buried under a pile of blankets, his side table a mess of used tissues and half full mugs of tea. “Oh baby…” Ed murmured and found himself on the receiving end of a red eyed glare.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Stede’s voice was nasal and gravelly, his nose looking raw and red. He looked miserable and Ed couldn’t help reaching out to cradle his cheek.
“Holy fuck, Stede.” Before he was even touching him, Ed could feel the heat radiating off of Stede’s body. “When was the last time you took your temperature?”
“Oh to hell with you, Dr. Teach,” Stede said through his teeth, waving Ed’s hand away and looking immediately exhausted. “I’m fine.”
“You’re absolutely not.” Ed pressed his hand to Stede’s forehead, alarmed at how dry he was despite what he would guess was a temperature of at least 102. “How long have you been like this?”
“Go away.”
Or: Ed and Stede break up and the Stede gets the flu
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- Part 20 of Bea's one shots
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“You live in LA?” Stede asked, and Ed stiffened a bit next to him. Stede chuckled softly. “It’s a big place, Ed. Tonight’s just tonight.”
Ed was silent as they stepped into the elevator, and he let out a long breath once the doors slid shut on the two of them. “I like you,” he said, his eyes on Stede’s in the mirrored door. “It’s just…my life….”
Stede reached out and took his hand, giving it a light squeeze, then tugged until they were facing each other. “Tonight’s just tonight,” he said again, lifting his free hand to cup Ed’s cheek and letting his eyes drop to Ed’s mouth. “We can handle that.”
“Yeah,” Ed breathed. He leaned in and let his nose brush Stede’s, his breath a tease against Stede’s lips.
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An impromptu road trip across the country with a stranger becomes the beginning of a beautiful friendship
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Marshall Robert Singer has one hand resting on his hip, the other gripping the discarded practice pole. Castiel thinks he looks tired. That said, with how the kaiju have been crawling with increasing frequency out of the Breach with every passing week and decimating the cities lining the Pacific, no one can blame the man for that.
Castiel knows there aren't enough Jaegers or Jaeger pilots left to defend the coastline against the monsters—but with his history, he's not getting back into harness. He's never joining his mind with anyone else's. Not again.
“Congratulations. You boys done dancing yet?” Singer demands, thumping the butt of the staff on the ground with blunt, percussive force. “We got work to do.”
“Work?” Castiel asks, frowning.
“Congratulations?” Dean finishes.
“Well, yeah.” The Marshall of North America's last battle-center looks back and forth between them, clearly questioning their intelligence. His lip curls just slightly under his beard—no doubt at their blank expressions. “You’re obviously Drift-compatible, ya idjits.”
“What?”
“What?”
(A Pacific Rim AU)
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Cas’s fingertips held in his own, Dean brings the angel’s hand to his mouth, and presses his lips to Cas’s weathered knuckles.
It’s just a thank you. It’s just a way of saying thank you.
Of saying 'thanks, I know that having to do this shit all the time must annoy you, and I know that for some reason you’ve chosen to worry about me and I’m sorry that you have to, and also, I appreciate it.'
It took Dean years not to resent the help of Cas healing him. But slowly the resentment melts into tolerance, and again into thankfulness. And every time Cas touches Dean to heal him, he starts saying his thanks by repaying in touch. It starts with grazing his lips against Cas's knuckles, squeezing his hands, kissing the soft skin of his wrist.
It’s a way of saying thanks. And, he guesses, sorry.
Of saying, 'Sorry for scaring you. I don’t know how me being hurt could scare you like it always seems to. But it always seems to. And that scares me.'
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21 Aug 2026
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What good is a soldier without a war to fight?
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Dean, adrift without Cas in a world that doesn't remember ending and desperately refusing to believe in the hope Jack offers, stumbles out of hunting and into a life he's absolutely not equipped for -- except for how it might just be the one thing that can keep him together.
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18 Jul 2026
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A week ago, Dean was pulled out of Hell. Now, he’s apparently woken up in 2018, and the angel that a mere twenty-four hours beforehand had threatened to chuck him back into the pit is sleepily pouring himself coffee and wearing Dean’s second-favourite Zeppelin shirt. It all seems like a perfect happy ending, but with Hell’s scars still so fresh, Dean can’t imagine how he could have possibly gotten there.
At the same time, the Dean who went to sleep in the bunker, right next to Cas, wakes up on Bobby’s couch in 2008. He’s instantly bombarded with questions by a Lilith-obsessed brother and a man who’s been dead for years, and must decide between keeping his finally-perfect life intact, and the lives he could save by re-writing history.
Regardless of these choices, both Deans are trapped in the wrong decade, and their only way back lies with a Castiel still very much under Heaven’s thumb – one who might find the future Dean describes difficult to believe.
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10 Jul 2026
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There's a haunted apartment building in Vermont, and the ad says "Professional couple only". Dean and Cas rise to the occasion.
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Fake dating, read if you’re having a bad day and want to stop having a bad day