1 - 20 of 137 Works in Castiel's Tan Trenchcoat (Supernatural)
Lightning sparks with no sound, lighting the house's dark interior.
If Dean hadn't already drank half a cup of this liquid addiction, he imagines he would be more frightened. Dean is about to go for another sip when he hears it.
Footsteps, heavy and headed towards the kitchen. Dean can't pick up a scent and the hairs on his neck raise.
A sharp intake of breath.
A low rumble.
“I want you to tell me why my name was on that DVD!” he shrieks.
That makes Dean pull up short. Cass is the picture of calm. He doesn’t scream or show emotions in general. “What’re you talking about man?” he asks, forcing his voice not to sound as gruff. He pats the edge of the bed and smiles as the bed dips with Cass’ weight. “Talk to me.”
Hands gripping the edge of the bed, Cass gulps, turning his head to Dean. He sees the panic in his friend’s eyes. “I just – I don’t understand things. And what I’m feeling right now… it’s just too much. It feels too intense. And I just can’t breathe. It’s wrong. I know it’s wrong to feel like this but I just – I can’t stop it Dean.”
“What can’t you stop?”
Eyes, raw and brimming with emotion, Cass stares at him. “Why was my name on that DVD?”
“I don’t know.” Dean tries to convey his sincerity. “I really don’t know Cass.”
“But it said Cass.” His voice is small. “When I saw it on your bed, I thought it was mine.”
A chill goes through him. Cass … he couldn’t mean that DVD… could he?
“What DVD?” his voice is almost shrill. It’s like the babysitter and the pizza man all over again.
“Cas-a Erotica.” Says Cass.
A bunch of one-shots based on how I think Supernatural will end.
“There’s something I’ve always wanted to know… so I’ll give you a chance to save them.” Chuck raises one finger then. “One of them.”
“What?” Sam snaps, glancing around with wild eyes. “It’s Dean, you gotta save Dean.”
His voice is desperate yet resigned. Sam’s breaths come in pants and he’s clearly frazzled. The brothers clearly recognize that Chuck means business. Castiel tries to catch Dean’s gaze, to try and gauge his reaction but he’s facing Sam, staring at his brother intently.
As expected, Dean shakes his head no before turning to face the angel. “Cass, you know Sammy has a future. Please. Do this for me.”
He’s never been able to deny Dean anything. But doing this would mean losing him. And if he saves Dean, they lose Sam. It’s an impossible choice. Castiel feels his eyes burn and he’s forced to look away from Dean. How can he pick one when they both mean so much to him? It feels like he isn’t in his body, like some other person is standing here, being asked to pick which one of their family members lives and which dies. Flashes of their bodies on the ground, eyes burnt out swarm his mind.
Sam... or Dean?
Dean Winchester is a retired hunter with a chip on his shoulder and a healthy dose of macho bravado. But inside, he has a pain kink that could never be satisfied with tattoos and piercings. When he discovered the sting of a whip, he began to understand what his body truly craves. Dean goes to a local kink club to meet up with the dominant he thought had enraptured him the previous weekend. But while negotiating the scene, he finds himself catapulted into a whirlwind adventure of intrigue, intimacy, and impact play that takes him to new heights. Can this new adventure lead him to happiness? Or will the itch just get worse?
Amara injured Castiel's grace and he's dying. He thinks the Winchesters won't care. Just how far will Dean go to prove him wrong?
“My grace has settled.” His voice sounds bitter to his own ears.
Dean winces, and he can practically feel the man draw away. From the way the veil drops over his open, inviting gaze to how his eyes now flit everywhere but to Castiel’s.
“You only did this to keep me alive Dean.”
“How do we know it even worked?” demands Dean, “You don’t even know for sure? Let’s just finish what we started.”
Almost amused, Castiel grins, “Well, seeing as I’ve had my grace for millions of years, I believe my opinion will do.”
“No! It – you – Jesus!” Dean hooks his ankles over Castiel and turns them so fast they almost tumble off the bed. Castiel realises what Dean wants… what he’s trying to do.
He wants this to continue as much as Castiel does. But he’s too scared to ask. Castiel can see the shame swirling in his eyes, filtering back into his brain like poison. Dean will destroy himself over this whether or not it happens.
He brings his lips to Dean’s once more shifting his hips so that the tips of their erections graze each other. “Let’s finish this Dean.”
13 Jun 2020
Their final moments are upon them. They’ve played their final card and Chuck is announcing curtain call. But Dean still has a few seconds left. A few seconds to right the only wrong he’s ever truly regretted.
So Dean will do the only thing he can do. His one final move in the famous final scene of Chuck’s shitty story. Something that Chuck believed completely unfathomable. Something, that, throughout all the universes, he’d never seen – not once.
Dean is about to answer a question that Cass should have never even needed to ask.
And maybe – maybe – one last ditch effort in a world gone mad is enough to turn the tides just enough so they might hear what ‘the exultant sound of a canon booming in the night’ really means.
Instead of sending them to Purgatory, Michael traverses all the universes with Dean and Castiel in the hopes of finding one where good prevailed and Chuck was defeated. Along the way Dean and Castiel's relationship is put under strain.
Will Michael play mediator?
Will the alternate versions of Dean, Sam and Castiel force them to face their decisions and mend their relationship?
What ‘the exultant sound of a canon booming in the night’ really mean?
Dean Winchester misses Castiel. There's only one way to be closer to him now; he has to let the trench coat breathe again.
He doesn’t understand why Dean likes forcing them to watch his old stupid Westerns. Most times, Sam just goes along with it because he can just tune it out. Of course it helps that Cass always shows up for Dean’s movie marathons. He supposes it’s because Cass is a fan of hanging out with them. Or it could be because he likes popped corn. He usually eats at least an entire bowl-full, despite not actually needing to. Dean especially enjoys the way he sometimes uses his grace to pop the hard kernels that settle to the bottom.
With Cass’ grace waning though, Sam doubts that there will be any antics tonight.
Cass and Dean have just recently gotten back on speaking terms. And unsurprisingly, there was no gentle progression back into friendship. Both seemed eager to just pick up where they left off immediately.
Cass makes a strange noise as he stares down at his phone. Sam gives him a quizzical look.
“Dean, can you pause?” He asks.
Dean presses pause and looks between then, with a miffed expression.
Sam just shrugs.
“Sam.” Cass says slowly. “You spell my name as ‘C-a-s-s.’ Why?”
Castiel takes Sam up on the way he spells his name
After Castiel swallows the souls of Purgatory and explodes in a lake, Dean dreams about a "child" Cas, and the reminder of the mistakes that led to Castiel's death quickly turns into a nightmare.
Cas is dead and all Dean has left of him is his stupid tan trenchcoat. Angst ensues (duh).
07 May 2020
Dean fiddles with his glass. “I uh, now that this is over. Now that we can have a normal life. I’ve been thinking of starting something.”
Dean Winchester’s love. He knows that he must have it; in a certain capacity. But he wants it to be different. He wants Dean’s love to be of the same caliber as his… from the same deep seated desire.
“I’m happy for you Dean.”
“No you’re not.” He says with a dry look. “Do you want to at least meet them?”
Castiel would rather jump into hell but okay.
“Where is she?”
Surveying the room, he finds nothing out of place. Castiel wonders where Dean’s lady is.
In typical Dean fashion, he saunters up to the closet and rips it open.
Castiel walks closer anyway, curiosity waring with his jealousy.
He looks inside and finds nothing.
“Do you see them?” Dean questions eagerly.
“No.” he says sourly.
Dean rolls his eyes. “Look closer.”
Castiel looks for the hell of it. And nothing. Big surprise.
“I see nothing but your lumberjack clothes and this infuriating mirror.”
Dean chuckles at his discomfort. “And who’s in the mirror, jackass?”
Castiel looks back, just to confirm.
Castiel comes to the conclusion, one late June evening, that he is completely, irrevocably in love with Dean Winchester. Unfortunately, Castiel doesn't know what to do with this newfound information. His knowledge on human courtship is limited at best. But Dean looks absolutely beautiful in the fading sunlight, so Castiel has to try.
5 times Castiel tries to court Dean + the 1 time Dean finally gets it
Dean woke up with his head in Castiel's lap. The Impala doors were locked tight, sheltering them from the storm as Castiel watched over him throughout the night. The morning sun brought domesticity to the Winchester household, but Dean couldn't help but feel insecure about his place in his angel's heart. Meanwhile, Billie has more work for them. Their story is far from over.
15x13 Coda // Week 3 // #SpnStayAtHome Prompt: Thief
- Part 3 of How To Save The Entire Conceivable Universe and Over Throw Its Leader: a Guide Written by Three Dumbasses and Their Toddler
Sam reads the Supernatural books by Chuck Shurley and discovers something about Castiel. Sam confronts Cas and Cas confesses. After this, Sam starts noticing a lot of little things and becomes fed up with Dean and his BS. Later, Sam calls Dean out about it.
Dean thinks about his dead lover,as he holds onto the trench-coat that belonged to him.
“Look! Sam, Dean, a play!”
And damn it all if Dean doesn’t almost swerve off the road and crash as he takes in the sign.
‘Supernatural: The Musical. And of course, Marie’s face is plastered on the side. Don’t kids ever learn anything?
“Dean hates that play.” Sam provides, as Dean continues to sulk in silence.
He hates people knowing about his life. About things that he hadn’t even told his brother… things that he didn’t want to acknowledge as real.
Cass frowns. “From what I can see it seems like it’s a fairly accurate portrayal of your lives.
“Yeah, but it’s our lives Cass. It talks about all our rough patches and fights and every bad thing that ever happened. Why would we watch it?”
“Because I want to see it. I’ve never seen a musical before.”
“Yea, well, you can barely call this a musical.” He mutters, turning on his indicator anyway.
Team Free Will 2.0 watch the supernatural play... only some things in the second act have changed.
When Dean finds out Castiel thinks they could be a good couple how will he cope?
Will he push him away?
Or will unforeseen circumstances force them to face the music?
The body on the pyre is something neither of them wish to see.
Yet, out of respect, they hold their gaze steady, watching as Dean – or what remains of him – slowly burns.
The listen to the sickening, squelching ‘pop’ as his skull explodes from the heat.
How is he supposed to carry on without his big brother. Even in his last moments, Dean had pulled Cass close and told him to look out for Sam.
To his left Cass stands, a dissonant figure, his coat almost slipping off. The poison had been something not even angel grace could heal.
He remembers the frantic way Cass had shoved him aside when Dean fell to the floor. It had been after a hunt.
“I hate witches.” Dean gasps, hanging onto Cass like a lifeboat.
“It’s okay Dean.” Sam assured. “We’ll bring you back.”
“No.” Dean coughed, blood splattering everywhere. “We need to stop Sam. Just let me go.”
“No.” Sam insisted. “It can’t end like this. I won’t allow it.”
Dean’s eyes drift to Cass. “Promise me. You’ll watch over him. Let me go. Both of you.”
To his surprise Cass had just leaned down, pressing a kiss to Dean’s nose. Then they stared at each other.
“It was real. You were never alone.”
The plunge into darkness is sudden, but not concerning due to the bunker’s back up generators. The lack of complaint from Dean though is what gets him. His brother hadn’t even shouted out in complaint. Last he heard, Dean and Cass were watching some Western movie. Dean is always pissed when they have to pause… somehow, every part is ‘the good part.’ He truly pities Cass at this moment; Dean must be pitching a fit.
At first the outages had been but a minor inconvenience. Now, it’s maddening.
He’s been keeping a catalogue of the dates and times it’s been happening. But he could find no correlation. Sometimes it’d happen almost three times a day and others not even once. So, Sam had started analysing the reasons why this could be happening.
The bunker’s wiring was fine as far as he could tell – not like they could call in an electrician. Maybe he should ask Dean to check. His brother has always been better with this stuff.
Dean never seems to be around when this happens. In fact, it almost always happens when Dean and Cass have their movie nights.
It’s almost as if the universe is conspiring against them.
Cass taking the mark had been logical at the time. Dean couldn’t do it. Sam wasn’t there.
Chuck is gone and Dean feels more on edge than ever.
He watches Cass like a hawk. Not because he doesn’t trust him, but because he knows how hard it is. He wants Cass to talk to him… let it out in the ways Dean never had… but he doesn’t know how to approach him.
As the days pass, they eat together, they watch movies together and they pretend everything is fine. But every night, exactly at midnight, he watches as Cass sneaks out of the bunker only to return two hours later. His clothes would be clean of blood. Too clean in fact. Most times they looked freshly pressed and had the distinct fresh scent of washing liquid.
He never calls him out on it.
He doesn’t want to know.
It breaks his heart.
But one day Dean can’t take it anymore. He waits for Cass to sneak out before following him in the Impala... and what he finds is more horrible than anything he could have ever expected.
Set in the universe that Chuck showed to Sam, this is the scene where Dean buries Castiel in the Ma'lak box - but with a twist
The four times the angel gives you his trench coat.
And the one time he doesn't.