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Enemy, apprentice, friend. Associate is too clinical, lover sounds too personal, partner too enduring. Confidante? Comrade? Companion?
There is no word for what Levi is, to him. What do you call an equal other than an equal?
A counterpart, Erwin thinks.
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from ACWNR to fall of Wall Maria
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- Part 1 of counterpart
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27 Apr 2026
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To the ends of your world, and the end of mine.
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Getting used to Heaven is something of a marvel. It ain't perfect, and Dean thinks he'd hate it if it was, which is probably why it isn't.
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"You don't understand," Dean whispers, exhaling shakily. "I know you don't, because even I don't. The instant you were gone, I wanted you back. Cas, I wanted you back. I wanted—I wanted—"
Cas stares at him, searching his face. After a moment, his own face falls slack, eyes widening just so. "Oh," he breathes out.
Dean wants to be furious that Cas has figured it out before he has—whatever it is—but he's not even that surprised. Cas knows him too well, always has, even more than Dean knows himself. He's been kicking Dean in the goddamn teeth with how deeply he understands him, even about the things Dean doesn't, ever since they first met. You don't think you deserve to be saved, that's what Cas had said. All bundled up in impossibilities and power, this being that looked at Dean Winchester and knew every single inch of him, as if he had a right to each part.
"What?" Dean grits out.
"I love you, too."
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A scathing response to the wildly dangerous attempt at — whatever that was, builds in his diaphragm and dies across his tongue when he turns to glare down at this intruder.
There’s no uncertainty of who it is.
“You,” the man growls, hand tightening on the hammer grip fallen at his side, shoulders curling pushing himself to sitting, eyes glaring fever-bright through oily strands of hair falling over his brows.
“Me,” Jayce confirms, a little breathless, even though it wasn’t a question. He sits back on his heels. “Apparently.”
Or: S2 Jayce gets sent back into his own timeline and must face his S1 self
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The year is 1889 and for the past year and a half, Dean has traveled alone from town to town, drinking to ignore his guilt and gambling to make a living. Today, he’s especially down on his luck. He’s broke, was just thrown out of a saloon for cheating at poker, and has now been woken by a blue-eyed man trying to rob him. When he learns that the thief, Castiel, is just as broke as he is, they strike a tenuous deal to help each other rob a stagecoach, share the spoils, and split up. Turns out splitting up is the most difficult task.
While Castiel is cold and cruel, Dean refuses to back down from a fight. The two are at odds more often than not, but their relationship only grows more complicated the longer they travel together. They may have more in common than they thought.
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When Dean and Castiel were children, they swore that they would both be dragonriders. They’d stand together on the sands for the Impression ceremony. They'd live in adjacent rooms in the Rookery, where all the baby dragons grew up. They’d fly together in the same Wing, taking down the demons that spilled from the Hellgates—the same demons that had killed Dean’s mother. And when Sam got old enough, he’d join them.
Dean believed Castiel when Castiel said he could hear Novak, his mother’s dragon, talking—even though that was impossible. And Castiel didn’t care that Winchester, Dean’s family dragon, had a bad wing.
It wasn't much of a plan, but it was their plan. It should have been so simple.
But falling hopelessly in love with his best friend had never been part of Castiel's plan.