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Dean Winchester is just trying to keep his shit together. Being a firefighter keeps him busy, his friends keep him laughing, and no one asks too many questions.
That is until the day he walks into a little bookstore and meets Castiel, a man who has plenty secrets of his own, and seems just as weird as the shop he runs.
Or: A story about finally letting yourself want more, and trying not to run when it actually shows up.
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28 Jun 2025
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The guy turns around, eyes wide and suddenly Dean feels like someone hit him over the head with a baseball bat. His heart stops for a second before it jumpstarts again, his mouth dropping open when he stares back into blue eyes he thought he’d never see again in his life.
The world stops.
“Cas?”, Dean whispers.
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After spending year after year of his childhood in Camp Harvelle, Dean finally returns to it as a grown up, this time to watch after a bunch of kids as a camp counselor. He's looking forward to a fun, nostalgic summer, but what he didn't expect is the return of his childhood friend Cas. Or better known as: The guy who suddenly left camp when they were 15 without a word and ghosted Dean since then. Now Dean has to figure out how to deal with the backlash of whatever drove him and Cas apart and also how to keep the kids from trying to constantly get in trouble.
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27 Oct 2024
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The first time Dean and Cas kiss, it's not really even a kiss at all. It is not, however, the last kiss that they share.
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Dean doesn't think about it. Not about what it means, not about what it makes them, not about how it affects him. This life—that's not how things work. It's just this, these "in the moment" moments that always slip right out of his fingers because he lets them. He doesn't try to hold onto them, and neither does Cas, and maybe they shouldn't.
Cas kisses him like no one else does, like no one else ever has. Dean absolutely does not think about it unless it's happening to him, and then he doesn't have the ability to think at all. What does it say about him that he occasionally kisses his best friend, who's a man? Dean doesn't know, and he doesn't really want to find out, either.
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05 Mar 2024
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“I don’t like being God.” Jack confesses, “Even with Amara and all the angels, it’s lonely. I want to give my powers over to her, perfect harmony, and come back home. Before I can do that, I think I need to make good on what I said to him.”
“Are you saying-?” He can’t bring himself to say it, afraid to be wrong. If he’s wrong he knows he’ll continue to do what he does best, figure it the fuck out, but he’s just so tired of things being difficult.
He hopes for it to be this simple, if only just this once.
“My last act as God is going to be saving Cas from the Empty.”
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In which Castiel is saved from the Empty and becomes a bartender at a western themed bar, Dean fights his alcohol addiction and his own feelings, and everyone else is confused as to why they’re not together already.
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05 Mar 2024
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i want to do with you (what spring does with cherry trees) by sobsicles
Fandoms: Supernatural
29 Apr 2021
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Dean keeps going back.
When he arrives, it's always to blooming flowers and a windmill in the background, not too far from a brook, the sun painting the plains.
He likes it there. He likes to stand in front of the makeshift urn and check that it's still where he put it, switching out the flowers when they wilt. He likes to listen to the sound of birds chirping, insects singing, the faint sound of water trickling in the distance. He likes to turn his face up and feel the sun on his skin, wondering if Cas would do the same if he were here, somehow knowing that he would.
He likes to talk.
There's never a response, but Dean feels the breeze rustle through his hair and watches the flowers bob when bees come to them and stares as the windmill keeps turning, turning, turning. And he imagines that Cas is replying—the windmill is the tilted head, the bobbing flowers are a gentle smile, the breeze is whatever words Dean wants to hear at the time.
Sometimes, it's almost like he's there.
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