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Yeah I need more fics in which the roles are reserved. Please.
Castiel begins to wonder what kind of God would send an angel like Dean. In fact, he’s beginning to wonder what kind of angel Dean even was. He had only known the angel for maybe three minutes and he could already tell he wasn’t going to like him.
“I’m an angel and I pulled your ass outta hell,” Dean grinned, “Couldn’t you tell?’
“Oh, you mean by this?” Castiel struggled with his coat and sweater, but eventually he pulls them down and lifts up his white t-shirt, showing a flaming red handprint on his shoulder.
“In my defense…” Dean started, “You were struggling. It was like you didn’t want to be saved or something.”
Castiel looked down, pulling his layers back on. He didn’t. After what he’d done… Dean was at his side in an instant.
“Look, you’re important,” Dean said, “Really, really, important. So you just need to suck it up and accept your destiny.”
“And I suppose you’re my personal angel?” Castiel mused on that.
“I’m a soldier of heaven wise guy,” Dean snapped, “Don’t think I’m just gonna perch on your shoulder and tell you what to do. You ain’t the only human out there.”
“You pulled me out, you marked me, and you’re not my angel?” Castiel huffed.
“I don’t belong to anyone,” Dean growled, vanishing in a rustle of feathers.
Castiel moaned. That could have gone a lot better.
Title: The Evidence of Existence
Author: cautionzombies
Rating: Heavy R
Genre and/or Pairing: John/Sherlock
Spoilers: All six episodes, particularly The Reichenbach Fall.
Warnings: Sexuality, sensuality, swearing.
Word Count: ~5300
Summary: John is not prone to hallucinations, which means Sherlock must be alive.
[link in title takes you to my fic journal.]
It’s kind of funny to realize that you’re in love with your best friend, and then to find out the next day that they’re dead.
First, a beef with the Codex Alera fandom: where are you guys? I get that it’s been a couple years since the books completed publication and fan activity does tend to peter out, but there’s so much fan fiction fodder!
In order to correct this grave oversight in the Universe, I present my Codex Alera fic. Enjoy. (Or, don’t. It’s up to you, really.)
Also: There are major, major spoilers ahead. Major, major spoilers. For every plot twist. (Okay, not really, only for every pertinent plot twist.) For the ending. Proceed at your own peril.
I was having a lot of feelings about Cas and the stars and god and stuff, and here you go.
Dean presses Castiel up against the wall, legs and hips and torso aligned, and leans his forehead against Castiel’s own.
“What,” he says, and his voice breaks slightly. He breathes deeply. Castiel can hear it shuddering through his body.
“Are you really,” he tries again, “I don’t - “
Castiel gently pulls his hand away from where Dean had it pressed, hard, against the wall. He places it on Dean’s cheek, and Dean’s eyelids flicker closed. He doesn’t say anything.
Dean’s hands press insistently down Castiel’s sides, over his chest and down down down, until he reaches his hips. He grips Castiel tightly.
“Dead.”
It’s not even a question, not even something that Castiel should be able to understand, but he does.
“I was,” he whispers simply, thumb rubbing soothing circles against Dean’s cheek. That’s all he will say, until Dean asks for more.
They’ve not ever stood quite this close before, but Dean doesn’t seem to have any issue with it. His head tilts slightly and he presses his nose against Castiel’s collarbone.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” Dean says, and if Castiel can feel a slight dampness where Dean’s eyelashes are fluttering against the skin of his neck, well, he doesn’t say anything.
Castiel slides his hands to Dean’s neck, pulling his face gently to look at him. He presses their noses together. “I had to make it right,” he says, because he did, and right now, it feels like the only he reason he fought tooth and nail to come back. “I had to fix it.”
Dean makes a noise, like a whine, and he surges forward, pressing his lips urgently to Castiel’s. Castiel moves with it, opening, accepting, and it’s unrefined - all teeth and tongue and forceful lips - but it’s good, and it works. Castiel has wondered for so long what Dean tastes like.
They break apart, both breathing heavily. Castiel is sure that Dean’s fingers have bruised his hips, so urgent were his actions, but he can’t bring himself to mind. He hopes the bruises last.
They stand in silence for a while, until Dean finally speaks. “You’re an asshole,” he says.
“I know.”
They still have a lot to talk about, Castiel knows, but he’s so relieved that Dean is here and willing and not pushing him away that he’s practically drowning from it.
“Don’t ever do something stupid like that again,” Dean says, “don’t ever leave me again.”
He says it over and over again, whispers the words don’t leave me don’t leave me don’t leave me into Castiel’s skin until they’re both sure the words will be there forever.
“I won’t,” Castiel says, and he means it. Dean kisses him again, and he tastes like redemption.
some of these are just excellent.
ok I will DEFINITELY be sending these in peoples ask boxes in 2 weeks
Every Wednesday afternoon, John Watson stops in front of the graveyard on his way back home from work. He lives in a new flat now, a tiny cheap place about the size of Mrs. Hudson’s pantry, because he can’t bear to go back. He still pays rent at 221B, and Mycroft covers the rest because he…
- Destiel
- Destiel AU
- Destiel “Fuck or Die”/Sex Pollen
- Destiel High School/College AUs
- Destiel Wing!Fic/Wing!Kink
- Destiel Genderswap
- Destiel PWP
- Destiel Jealousy
- Destiel BDSM- Sub!Cas
- Destiel Authors Rec List
- Wincestiel/Team Free Love OT4
- Cockles
Note: All fic rec posts are constantly being updated, so check back from time to time. But when I do a major update, I’ll make a post to let you guys know about it.
Arranged marriage AU. The first time John and Sherlock meet is on their wedding day.
