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“Okay, I’m going to ignore your incorrect opinion on licorice for now.” Dean pulls his phone from the pocket of his pajama pants and starts loading up an app.
“An opinion cannot be correct or incorrect, Dean. That completely defeats the purpose of an opinion—”
“Hush, Cas,” Dean thrusts his phone, open to Letterboxd, into Castiel’s hands. He doesn’t linger on the way their pinkies brush, on how Cas’s massive palms completely dwarf his phone, or on what those massive hands would feel like grabbing his hips.Totally not.
Dean clears his throat. “You’re getting a crash course in the objectivity of human media consumption.”
---Or: Castiel takes a deep dive into The Objectivity of Human Consumption; Dean lovingly refers to it as Cas Being a Little Shit and Rating Everything.
Double or: Who would have thought that Dean Winchester needed to be fingered by his best friend of the past decade to finally understand how much his relationship with his sexuality truly matters.
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15 Aug 2026
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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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15 Aug 2026
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Dean should be scared. The being in front of him was terrifying by all means and yet for some reason, as he stared into the creature’s eyes, Dean felt a warm sense of comfort wash over him. Because those dazzling, glowing blue eyes were so familiar, the pain in its eyes mirrored with Dean’s. Which is why, when it reached out one long, dripping black hand out to him, Dean reached out, too.
Dean didn’t know if it could talk. It didn’t need to, anyway. Dean knew what it was asking, and he answered the silent request without a second thought.
“Yes.”
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Faced with death, Dean makes one last ditch effort: praying to an Angel he knows wont hear him. Deans prayers are answered when a vessel-less Castiel forces himself out from the Empty, taking possession of Dean's body in order to heal him.
Castiel's grace is running finite however, charged down after saving Dean's life. Now Castiel resides within Dean's mind, too weak to survive a transfer to another vessel, leading them to a desperate search for a way to rebuild his body. Time is of the essence, with Castiel's grace burning out with every passing day...- Language:
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14 Aug 2026
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Dean swallowed drily again, feeling his tongue heavy and weird inside his mouth, but he still managed to say, “Seriously, Cas, I... I need this. I really do. And you’re the only one who can do it. You’re the only one I trust to do this.” The hunter’s voice sounded far too hoarse, still lacking the confidence he wished to convey, and he licked his lips, looking down, focusing his gaze on a particular spot on the sheets. He fiddled with a loose thread he found there, feeling that difficulty to sit still for too long making itself known once more. He cleared his throat, and tried again, “And this is the easiest way, too. It just solves everything. You can check the damage Michael did. You can try to dig up some memories, to see if I can remember how I got this scar. And you can make sure that... that he’s really gone.” His voice did fail this time, throat feeling dry and tight, and he swallowed again to try and fix that, but it did very little to help.
The slightest hint of a feeble, empty smile tugged the corner of Dean's mouth upward, words coming out far too low and weak when he added, “Three birds, one stone, right?”
As if this really were that simple.
Set during 14x03, "The Scar".
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09 Aug 2026
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When something goes wrong on a hunt and Castiel is exorcised from his vessel, there’s only one option to save him: saying yes. And of course Dean’s going to say yes and let Castiel in. That’s his best friend. He just didn’t account for the whole “seeing each other’s thoughts and feelings” part of possession. Oops.
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