In exchange for conjugal visits, Dean Winchester gives FBI Supervisory Special Agent Castiel Novak all the dirt he needs to bring down national crime rings. It's a tit-for-tat situation; primal, animalistic, and probably ten kinds of illegal.
When a case is revealed to be closer to Castiel than what he considers safe, he and Dean must work together to make sure that Crowley goes down for good. Will Castiel be able to keep Dean at arm's length, or will the charming convict finally get what he's been asking for all along?
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17 Jan 2020
“Cas, babe, I’m ready,” Dean pants, “please..” but the rest of his plea is cut off by a sudden wail from the baby monitor. Jack.
“Goddammit!” Dean lets out a noise that is definitely not a whimper as Cas stills his hand.
“It would be wrong to dose them all with Benadryl, right?”
Dean loves his and Cas' three children with his whole heart, but he desperately needs some alone time with his husband.
The world's most relatable fanfic ever. (If you've ever had small children, that is.)
“Dean,” Cas says, straightening from his position against the wall. “I’m sorry if that kiss made you uncomfortable earlier. That wasn’t my intention.”
Direct and to the point, that’s Cas. It’s a trait Dean usually appreciates, he likes knowing where he stands with the man, but right now it’s making him decidedly uneasy. Cas is right of course, the kiss did make Dean uncomfortable, just not for the reasons the other hockey player thinks. As per usual, Dean covers his discomfort with bravado and sass.
“Nah, I wasn’t uncomfortable,” he lies. “Besides, you call that little peck a kiss? I hate to break it to you buddy, but Edith the octogenarian kissed better than that.”
Cas looks momentarily annoyed with Dean’s obvious deflection, but then his expression clears and he steps into Dean’s space before cocking his head and narrowing his eyes, “Are you criticizing my kissing abilities, Dean?”
Popular hockey player, Dean Winchester, has a habit of finding himself on the arena's Kiss Cam during games, usually while standing next to a devoted fan. But what'll happen when the person next to him ends up being his teammate, best friend, and secret crush, Cas Krushnic?
The creepy house on the corner has been abandoned for years, everyone says. It's ramshackle and decrepit, the yard overgrown, the wrought iron fence bent and broken in some places. The adults in the neighborhood have asked the city to do something about that eyesore for so long, but the city insists that someone is paying property taxes on the house, therefore they cannot do anything about it.
So, everyone ignores it and pretends it doesn't exist. They definitely don't go anywhere near it, either.
Dean is drawn to it as if by gravity.
Little by little, Dean repairs what he can. The monster inside the house ain't so bad, either.
Y'know. For a monster.
He realises with a jolt that Mickey didn’t think he’d come.
“Mick,” he says softly. He taps his fingers on the glass. “Mickey.”
“Fucking what?” Mickey scowls, but his fingers stretch closer.
“Stop waiting for me to leave,” he replies quickly.
(Ian and Mickey become a stable couple who communicate.)