- Supernatural (1)
While on a hunt, the Winchesters investigate two mysterious deaths in a small Nevada town and find themselves in a dire situation. While Sam researches Native lore with a local university professor, Dean and Castiel find themselves captured, separated from each other and in mortal danger. With less than 24 hours to figure out how to thwart the plans of vengeful Shaman with powerful magic, Dean and Cas are forced to question everything they know about themselves and each other. Dean can’t hide at the bottom of a bottle any longer and Castiel is determined to save Dean Winchester for more reasons than he’s ready to admit.
- Part 1 of Second Chances!Verse
Sam arranges a trip to a couple's resort, so Dean can enjoy the beach.
This fic is plot averse.
It's 1942, America has declared war on Japan join the second World War.
Castiel just wants to be a soldier,. He wants to do his part for his country, but because of a severe case of asthma and bad eyesight he has been deemed ineligible to fight... eight times. Finally, he gives up trying, but his best friend, Meg, convinces him that there is one way he could still help: Writing letters to a lonely soldier.
His soldier assignment? Winchester. A name fitting for a soldier.... right?
In the drowsy summer of 1942, three years into a War that has devastated most of the world, a sleepy farming village in Britain stands mostly untouched. Local farmhand Castiel Novak never believed he would win in love. Then the American soldiers arrive, with their smooth accents and rough manners, each one more charming than the last. Dean Winchester never believed he'd love at all.
Sometimes, circumstance and chance bring people together, and the first page of a long story is turned. But as every story must have a beginning, every story must also have an ending - and, sometimes, the two are closer than we realise.
In 2008, Dean takes over his late grandfather’s tailor shop in Normal, Illinois, and discovers an old leather flight jacket in the attic. A hand-painted set of wings on the back, the name Novak, and a three-quarters sewn circle of red cotton are the only clues he has to the jacket’s origins, and he enlists his historian brother to help him find the owner.
It doesn’t take long for Sam to trace the jacket to Lieutenant Castiel Novak–a pilot who lived in Dean’s apartment until his mysterious disappearance a few years after WWII–and what little information they find about him is fascinating. The guy was a stone cold badass. A stone cold fox, too, if the grainy old newspaper photo is anything to go by.
It’s to be expected that Dean idly wishes he could have known the man as he closes the annoyingly unfinished circle of thread on the jacket.
Less expected, however, is that wish coming true.
The sharp tips of Sid’s fangs dragged lines against Zhenya’s pulse and Zhenya wondered for a moment if Sid might just give in and do it: bite him right here, right now, fuck who might care about seeing it.
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09 Nov 2019