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Dean wasn’t sure why he was even scrolling through Craigslist. Especially not the casual encounters section. It was four days before Thanksgiving. Not like he was gonna try and hook up with someone before that shitstorm. After, sure, but not before.
He kept scrolling, though, not clicking anything until a title caught his eye.
Alone on Thanksgiving? Mad at your dad? I am a 28 year old male felon who has no degree, but has studied enough theologies of the world, behavioral psychology, and philosophy to set your whole family’s teeth on edge—no matter which way they lean, politically, religiously or in terms of neuroses. I drive a van the same age as me that’s got a mural on the side of an angel holding an orgy. I can play between the ages of 20-30 depending on whether I shave. I live off an inheritance, and sell weed on the side. If you’d like to have me as your strictly platonic date for Thanksgiving, but have me pretend to be in a very long or serious relationship (monogamous or polyamorous, whichever sounds most like it would freak out su familia) with you (and/or others), to torment your family, I’m game...
(Stand alone AU, based on a prompt)
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- Part 11 of Ana's AU's
- Part 1 of MadAtYourDad
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17 Jun 2025
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Dean’s slurring, he knows. Somewhere inside his mind, he knows he’s not supposed to do this- stand outside his ex-boyfriend's house at- What’s the time? Oh, 3.47 a.m., and bang on his door, all because he had a few drinks and couldn’t bear the thought of Castiel laughing with someone else.
The door opens, and when Dean looks up, he realizes that even in the dim lights of Cas’s front porch, Cas looks exquisite. It doesn’t matter to Dean that he’s wearing ratty old sweatpants and a worn-out t-shirt, or that his hair is a mess and his eyes are barely open. But once they examine who’s in front of them, they widen.“Dean?”
Cas’s hoarse, sleepy voice goes straight to Dean’s core.
“Cas...”
Dean slurs again, and leans forward, balancing himself with the help of Castiel’s door’s panel.
“It’s literally four in the morning, Dean, what are you- are you drunk?”
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15 Jun 2025
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"What do you think about when you masturbate?"
"I sure don't think about callin' it masturbate," Dean retorted with a small laugh.
"I'm sorry. What do you think about when you jerk off?"
"Jesus, Cas, you talkin' dirty like that ain't gonna help me not come in these panties."
"Well, I intend for you to," Cas pointed out. "But not just yet. Now answer the question, please."
"Jesus," Dean said again, blush deepening. "I -- um. Jeez, I dunno. I mean, there's all kinds of crap in my spank bank. Some days, yeah, s'gettin' thrown against the wall by some hot dude in an alley. Other days, I dunno, it's triplets."
"What are you thinking about right now?"
Dean turned an incredulous look on him. "Uh, there's a hot photographer takin' pictures of my dick in pink panties right now, you think I need any more material?"
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- Part 1 of Aesthetics in Autoerotica
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24 May 2025
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It was the third of December. Dean gave Castiel his jacket. Said it looked better on him. But then came Lisa.
After the third of December, Castiel hadn't been able to look Dean in the eye again. No, he couldn't, he simply couldn't. Because if he did, he was scared of what he'd see. He'd see Dean falling for Lisa, see how he smiled at Lisa, see how his eyes lit up when he was talking to her, see how every day, Lisa became what Castiel used to be to him. And he couldn't take it.
It was the twenty-third of December.
Dean asked for his jacket back.
He said Lisa wanted it. Said she had seen the other couples share letterman jackets. Said it was a special thing, and Dean had mumbled a 'you know how girls are'.
Castiel gave it back that evening.
'I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you, only if you knew how much I liked you. But I watch your eyes as she walks by. What a sight for sore eyes. Brighter than the blue sky, she's got you mesmerised while I die.'
A Dean/Castiel fan-fiction inspired by the song Heather.
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21 May 2025
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Dean, Benny, Charlie, Garth, and Cas are old college buddies. In their thirties now, they meet up once a year to shed their adult responsibilities for a week. This year it's Garth's turn to choose where they go and he's still as obsessed with horror and weird shit as he was back in college. He ends up picking a supposedly deserted hotel in the friggin' mountains. The place is creepy as hell and as night falls, two things become increasingly apparent. One: the place isn’t as deserted as they first thought, and two: Dean’s college stalker is back from the dead.
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05 May 2025