Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “No Man's Land” 

Author: Alaisabel Artist: Sinkatarts / @sinkat-arts

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Length: 45,000 words Tags:  Cowboys AU, Monster Castiel, Dubious Consent, Horror Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

Dean has spent most of his life drifting between one-horse towns, drowning himself in short-lived pleasures and the certainty that no one ever stays. Until he finds himself with a bullet buried in the gut, deep in a desert that the locals claim is cursed - that once you go in, you don’t come back out. He’s saved from bleeding out by a handsome stranger, but as they trek through the inhospitable wilderness together, it turns out that the only thing worse than being stuck in the desert alone, might be to be trapped there with someone you can’t trust.

Excerpt: 

“Need a hand, partner?” The stranger’s voice is deep and rough, either from disuse or from having inhaled too much desert sand.

Baby is just as rigid as Dean is. She has never much liked strangers. Dean hasn’t either, he just hides it better. He has to. Especially out here, alone and weak. Easy pickings. 

Hesitantly he puts his rifle on the ground and takes the offered hand. It’s broad and solid. Strong. The stranger hauls him to his feet like it’s nothing. 

“I’m fine,” Dean lets go of the stranger’s hand as soon as he’s standing. He attempts to take a step back. Everything spins around him and the step turns into a stumble, his knees buckling under him.

Strong arms catch him and he’s half pulled, half falls, slamming directly into a firm chest. 

The voice is even rougher now, “Every predator within thirty miles can smell the blood on you, darlin’.”

It’s not a good time for the flare of arousal that stabs through Dean’s abdomen. It’s the words. The voice. The breathing that’s jagged from Dean having just slammed the air from the guy’s lungs. 

The arms around him are tight against his own unnerving weakness from all of the blood that has drained out of him over the last grueling hours. 

A low sound reverberates around him. The vibration of it hums against his body like a backdrop to Baby’s scream. He has never heard her sound like that before. Not even remotely.

He whips around to locate her. The world turns black for a moment. The hold the stranger has of him is the only thing that keeps him from tumbling to the ground.

When he finally focuses his gaze, it’s to the view of his horse bolting for the horizon.

Posting date: March 9, 2026

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Finish Line” 

Author: haus_seeblick / @haus-seeblick Artist: @strwbryshortie

Rating: Mature Archive warnings: None Length: 10,000 words Tags:  Meet Cute(s), Small Town, Dean & Cas Need to Use Their Words, Falling in Love, Humor Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy

Summary:  

After quitting his soulless corporate job, Castiel is adrift, living with his brother and trying to figure out what he’s running toward. 

Dean has watched everyone around him find happiness, and even though he loves working with his uncle Bobby, he's starting to think that there has to be more to life.

A surprise collision (or two) might just push them both onto a new path.  

Excerpt: 

It’s as Dean rounds the corner off Main Street that he nearly collides with him.

Runner Guy. 

Dean hasn’t come up with a better mental nickname for the guy yet, despite having been watching him surreptitiously for over a month now. Sure, other names have come to mind, each more explicit and embarrassing than the next, but he refuses to actually think the words “Sex Hair” on a regular basis. Runner Guy it is. It’s factual, to the point. He’s a guy who runs. A blue-eyed guy who runs. A blue-eyed, dark-stubbled, chisel-cheeked guy who runs past the coffee shop every morning at 7:52 a.m., and keeps on running through Dean’s thoughts well into the evening.

It’s not like Dean is being a creep. He’s just a man of habit, and Runner Guy is, too. So what if Dean started leaving his apartment just slightly earlier to catch a longer glimpse of those toned legs. It just means that he’s been getting to work earlier and whipping the shop into shape before Bobby even arrives. It means he’s finally motivated to get out of bed again. 

This is healthy. 

Today, though, is different. Today Dean’s heart doesn’t just bounce at the sight of Runner Guy. 

Today it practically rockets out of his chest, because today Runner Guy is shirtless. 

Posting date: March 8, 2026

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “I see you, cowboy” 

Author: GhoulsnHalos Artist: @wellwatersurprise

Rating: Teen and Up Archive warnings: None Length:  28,000 words Tags:  Space Opera AU; Apocalyptic background; Slow Burn; Space Cowboy Dean; Detective Castiel Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

Commander Castiel Novak can’t make Dean Winchester, a man who moves through the galaxy like he’s serving penance to an invisible god, fit any criminal box. Investigating Dean uncovers corruption within the Coalition Police Corps.

Dean believes family comes first. Whatever it takes, even collecting ancient artifacts for Crowley, he’ll do it. He doesn’t get miracles.

The problem? The artifacts could trigger an apocalypse and Crowley isn’t the only one hunting them. Dean’s unwittingly caught in the crossfire; Castiel is as entangled too.

Does Castiel choose duty or truth? Does Dean allow himself to be saved, or become the saviour?

Excerpt: 

“The floor is yours, Mr. Winchester. Tell us everything in your own words and at your pace. No-one will question you until you’ve finished.”

“My name is Dean Winchester. I'm an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the holodeck, and frisky people of all genders.” Dean’s expression changes. A serious, yet definitely not regretful expression replaces the brash attitude. Dean holds Uriel’s gaze, staring straight at him and not the camera. 

The twisting in Castiel’s gut returns full force. Something is off. He can see no evidence Uriel has forced Dean into this confession. So what is wrong with the picture? He needs to get his hands on all the relevant files. Or maybe he ought to hear Dean out, in case Castiel’s suspicion of Uriel is clouding his judgement.

“I’m a salvage specialist. Looking for parts I can legally retrieve for my Uncle’s business. You tell me those vintage parts were someone else’s property, I’ll give ‘em back. Scout’s honour. No harm no foul, right. I bet Bobby would even spring a few credits for restitution. But I don’t know nothing about no Knights. Never heard the name Azazel Douchebag or whatever it was you...” Dean jerks his head towards Uriel with a scowl. “...said he was called.”

Dean sits as far back as the chair will allow, folding his hands together on the table. The little tug at the corner of his mouth suggesting a challenge to Uriel to prove otherwise.

It’s all a performance. Bluster designed to make people think he’s the carefree, space cowboy when Castiel saw the momentary softening in his expression when he mentioned Bobby. The man means something to Dean—more than the mere title uncle would suggest; Castiel would bet on it, if he ever indulged in such a thing.

Posting date: March 5, 2026

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Ever just the same, ever a surprise” 

Author: Marysse / @bardsingingasong Artist: @theloversthings

Rating: Teen and Up Archive warnings: None Length: 35,000 words Tags:  Fairy tale AU; Curse broken by Love; Angst with a happy end; First kiss Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

 According to legend, there is a cursed prince deep inside the woods. But that was nonsense. It was just a tale used to scare anyone who wanted to go into the woods.

Neither Dean nor Sam thought it was true, but when people started going missing in the woods, they had to investigate.

When they found an old, ruined castle, Sam and Dean's last thought was that they were facing a real legend. Things took a turn for the worse when the Beast captured Dean.

Now, the brothers must find a way to break the curse and free Dean.  

Excerpt: 

"So what are we dealing with?" Dean asked.

‘Fairies? Ghosts?’

Bobby looked at the book thoughtfully. From where they stood, the brothers couldn't see it clearly, but it appeared that one of the pages was illustrated. The illustration was reminiscent of a church stained-glass window, with its vibrant colours. In the window, a young man with dark hair stood with his back to them. What was most striking, however, were the black wings growing from his back.

“Maybe a beast,” Bobby murmured.

Dean turned to look at Sam. His younger brother was looking at him with the same surprised expression. Both brothers had, of course, heard the legend of the forest beast, but had never considered that there might be any truth to it.

“Wait a minute,” Dean said, his voice amused. “You’re not sending us after the legendary prince who became a beast for being an asshole, are you?”

One look from Bobby told Dean that, yes, he was indeed sending them after the legendary beast. Dean opened his mouth to protest, but his stepfather's frown made it clear that he wasn't going to take no for an answer. The young man shrugged, looking offended, and quickly looked to Sam for help.

"But Bobby, we've been in this village for years, and the legend has never been proven true. We can look into it if you want, but I don't think there's anything useful in that story."

"That's exactly what I want you to find out," the man confirmed

Posting date: March 6, 2026

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Transitions” 

Author: tea_or_die / @tea-or-die Artist: bucketofli

Rating: Teen and Up Archive warnings: None Length: 19,000 words Tags:  trans dean winchester, post-op recovery, hurt/comfort, happy ending, domestic destiel Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

 After a fallout with his situationship, Dean Winchester finds himself literally out on the streets. When he ends up in the home of his best friend to finish recovering from surgery, Dean struggles to keep his romantic feelings a secret.

Castiel would do anything for Dean, so when he plucks him off the street, it’s not a question that he’ll help Dean recover. He’s just got to work around the fact that he’s madly in love with Dean, with no hope of his feelings being requited.

Excerpt: 

As Cas pushes the door open, Dean can’t even bother to lift his head. He’d stepped into the bathtub to prevent his sopping wet clothes from dripping on the floor any further. Getting his pants off was no picnic, but eventually they’d slapped wetly onto the bottom of the tub. His damp flannel had come off, but his t-shirt had proved to be a worthy foe, fighting him as he tried to take it off without lifting his arms too high. Frustrated and defeated, Dean sat down in the tub, pressing his face into his knees.

From this vantage point, Dean looks like a frightened animal to Castiel, curled in on himself, protecting his soft underbelly. He’s completely bedraggled, his hair thoroughly soaked, rivulets tracing from it down his shins. He doesn’t look up, heightening Castiel’s worry. He moves carefully so as not to spook the man. “Dean?” he calls softly, shutting the door behind him so that they’re cocooned in the small room, just the two of them with no outside world intruding. 

Posting date: March 7, 2026

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “A Permanent Mark” 

Author: Artemis73 / @artemis-73 Artist: @witchy-worm

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Length:  25,000 words Tags:  Alternate Universe-Science Fiction, Meet-Cute, Angst, Betrayal, Castiel and Dean Winchester Have a Profound Bond Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

Castiel is a highly efficient member of the AIPD. He's in a new city with a new and improved vessel, but everything goes sideways when he meets Dean. For the first time, he feels. Affection, confusion, anger, love. It's the sort of emotional dysregulation that could lead to an AI being reprogrammed.

Dean is responsible for his baby brother who's still sick with grief, but he can't help but want Castiel. As selfish as it might be, he starts to wonder if he can have one thing just for himself.

But when secrets are revealed, can they overcome betrayal and circumstances out of their control in order to be together?

Excerpt: 

The man smiled an objectively imperfect smile: lopsided with slightly stained human teeth. He would look better with a set of pearly veneers, and it wouldn't hurt for him to practice his smile in the mirror, as Castiel was informed humans tended to do. But somehow, it suited him anyway.

"Whatcha looking for?" The man rounded the counter. Pinned to the front of his ratty flannel was an antique name tag with Dean inscribed on it in black ink.

"My balcony," Castiel blurted. His skin was hot like he'd been standing in the sun, even though downtown was filled with towering buildings that cast cooling shadow across the sidewalks. Though his vessel's resting heart rate was 57 bpm and had been steady at that rate on his route to the shop, it had risen rapidly to 65 bpm.

His vessel was malfunctioning. Some sort of late-onset rejection. He had been trained on this—delirium, disconnect between body and mind, fever—but his training hadn't covered rejections that happened after 3 weeks and 4 days in a vessel.

"You're looking for a balcony?" Dean asked. He was still smiling. He'd tucked part of his lower lip between his uneven teeth, and his eyes were… Very green. With golden flecks near the pupils. And they were…

Castiel had to remind his vessel how to breathe. Once he left this place, he would return to the precinct and explain that his vessel was rejecting him. It was unfortunate, considering how well things had been going until now.

When Dean raised his eyebrows, his question finally processed, and Castiel stammered, "What? No, of course not. That would be ridiculous."

He forced his eyes away from Dean and to the plants that lined the back wall. His lungs began working properly again.

Posting date: March 4, 2026

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Duties & Dreams” 

Author: @maraschinosqueeze Artist: @marvfortytwo

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Length: 50,000 words Tags:  historical fantasy AU; platonic lavender marriage due to period typical homophobia; kid fic/parent Cas; dom/sub undertones; wingfic Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Charlie Bradbury/Anna Milton; Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy

Summary:  

Dean Winchester's life has been planned for him since before his birth. As the heir to his father's estate, his dreams are immaterial and, frankly, dangerous. He has long accepted that he will need to put his duties above all else.

While attending to one of those duties, Dean stumbles into a dream-like world and meets Castiel, a beautiful fae lord who has never once denied himself an indulgence. Cas samples desires like a dessert buffet, and Dean is terrified of how much he wants to taste. 

Excerpt: 

"What are you?" The sound of the mortal's voice startles him. He'd momentarily forgotten he was there.

Castiel turns to him, confused by the question. "I am Castiel."

"That's your name. But what are you? You're not human. Are you… are you an angel?"

"I am Fae, of course. Cannot you tell?" It's not as if Castiel's hidden his ears. Or his wings, for that matter.

"Fae. Like a… you're a fairy. You're a fairy and this is… I'm in. This is Faerie. I must have had an apoplexy. The rabbit and the tree. Hawthorn trees at Maytide. Down the hole. Into Faerie. Must have hit my head. Utterly dicked in the nob. Fit for Bedlam."

The mortal paces in circles, muttering to himself. Castiel leans against a tree, watching him with amusement. Mortals are fascinating. He can only understand a portion of what he says. The mortal stops, trailing off as he stares at Castiel, studying him.

His eyes trace Castiel's chest, his wings, his legs. Castiel is not unfamiliar with desire, but there is something about this man openly desiring him that satisfies something deep within him. When the mortal's eyes rise to Castiel's face and see that Castiel is watching him look him over, his blush returns.

Castiel's answering smile may be just this side of predatory. "What is your name?"

The mortal bends slightly at the waist. "Dean Winchester of Lawrence Park in Hampshire."

Castiel pushes off the tree he was leaning on and approaches. "Well, Dean Winchester of Lawrence Park in Hampshire, what brings you to Eden?"

"I- there was a rabbit."

"And the rabbit brought you here, did he? Did you catch his name?"

Posting date: March 3, 2026

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Deo Gratias” 

Author: Zero_Sparrow / @xzerosparrowx Artist: @impmakesart

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Length:  30,000 words Tags:  Demon!Dean, Priest!Cas, hurt/comfort, religious trauma, graphic depictions of self-harm. Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

In a crisis of faith, Father Castiel calls into the dark to prove himself to God.

A fallen angel answers.

As Castiel spirals beneath the crushing weight of faith, shame, a hunger he cannot name, and the quiet violence of devotion, he is drawn into a dangerous intimacy with that which is most unholy.

To be truly seen, heard, and understood is divine.

Wolves are not solitary creatures. And not every fall is a punishment.

Excerpt: 

It was then that Castiel felt it: a shadow standing in the dark corner of a room, the arrested breath before a teetering chair falls back, a storm silently approaching from the horizon. Doom. 

This was a mistake.

“A bit arrogant, isn’t it, Father?” Castiel jumped at the deep, resonant voice from the back of the church. He felt the voice in his chest, in the rumble of the stones beneath his feet, and Castiel stared at the furthest pews, where the darkest of the gloom gathered.

There was nothing.

Yet Castiel stared, and stared, and stared at that spot, where the darkness and the absence seemed to hide a shape. His breath stuttered in his throat, the hairs on his neck rising as he looked and realised, with a profound, terrible understanding, that something was staring back.

Castiel squeezed his rosary, a breathless prayer falling from his lips as his back hit the marble altar.

He watched in horror as the shadows began to glide from the pews to the centre aisle, the candles; one by one, eaten by the creeping void. A yawning, monstrous eternity, the lonely and bitter universe a wall of gloom that slowly, as if lethargic by its own existence, crawled towards the priest. A chorus of whispers echoed in the dark, hushed and reverent. Tendrils of shadow slithered across the windows, the twilight of the stars, saints and archangels all consumed in its cavernous maw. The world turned dark, grave-silent and death-cold, the darkness had shut the outside world from the view, and the only things left were It and Castiel.

“To pick a fight with a fallen angel?” The creature's voice rumbled, like a thunderstorm in the distance.

Posting date: March 2, 2026

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “An Un-sea-sonable Encounter” 

Author: SakuraKitty / @wolfiepyxie Artist: @fluffsnake

Rating: Mature Archive warnings: None Length: 60,000 words Tags:  Slow burn, mer Castiel, Dean Winchester is bad at feelings, pirate Dean Winchester, enemies to lovers Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

Separated from his brother and crew after falling overboard from his ship, Dean finds himself being saved by a frustratingly strange cecaelia with eyes as deep as the ocean he calls home.

Stranded and fighting to find his way back to his crew, his family, Dean must come to terms with many a things that had always seemed very black and white in his life. Why did the Cecelia save him? Why hadn't he been left for death or even killed on sight? And why did this mer in particular star such confusing feelings within him the more in contact they were with one another? The answer to his questions was staring Dean right in the face and all he had to do was ask, but he always has been stubborn.

Excerpt: 

All thoughts came to a screeching halt once Dean caught sight of the gills situated below the man's impressive pectorals. Mer-people, this man was one of them. He didn't even need to know what type of mer this one was, all he knew was that they were dangerous, that he was the enemy. 

Propping himself up on a elbow slightly, Dean further observed the mer as he reached for the hidden knife within his boot as subtly as possible. He couldn't let him onto what he was about to do, not that the creature was paying that much attention to the slow stretch the hunter was taking to reach his knife. In fact the mer seemed more preoccupied with the fact that he was awake, he even seemed relieved at such a thing. Again, how very odd and out of character for mer-people such as him. Unless… was this some sort of trick? A ploy to draw the hunter into a false sense of security before the creature inevitable pounces and devours him, bones and all. And frankly, Dean would rather not have his skelly-bones be a chew toy for some weirdly hot half fish man! 

Posting date: March 1, 2026

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Head Over Wheels” 

Author: gay_dinosaur1701 / @gay-dinasaur Artist: @samwinjester

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Length:  12,000 words Tags:  Alternate Universe (Cars), Case Fic, Getting Together Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

While working a case, the Winchester brothers and Castiel get transported into an alternate universe. Very. Alternate. Here, they must find their way back home and how to do it with four wheels instead of limbs.

Meanwhile, Dean and Castiel begin to grow closer and Dean has to figure out how to get the angel to notice his true feelings and figure out whether or not Castiel shares them.

Excerpt: 

He checks their surroundings, going back to where they parked the car. The Impala stands just where they left it, shiny and special and very inconvenient. If both Dean and Sam are – are cars, themselves, there’s no need for the Impala and frankly no way for them to drive it. No way to move it either, unless the brakes give in and they simply push it.

As Dean keeps looking at his car, he sees movement. He sees it move.

This entire situation may be ridiculous, but there are limits, right?

There’s no way his car can become sentient…right?

He walks – drives – (ugh) closer to the Impala.

“Uh, Baby?”

The Impala stirs again.

“Baby? Hey. Are you, uh…Are you alright?”

Like Sam did, the Impala opens its eyes. Strikingly blue…and piercing. Dean knows those eyes.

“Cas?!”

The car blinked. “Dean? What happened?”

“Cas.”

Posting date: February 28, 2026

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Murder at the Novak Manor” 

Author: @dunsummit Artist: lena-arting / @lenaarting

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: Choose not to use archive warnings Length: 12,000 words Tags:  Murder Mystery AU, 1800s AU, Aristocrat Castiel, Detective Dean Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Daphne Allen/Amelia Novak

Summary:  

On a dark, rainy night, Dean is called to both a manor and a murder. The victim, he finds, is regarded fondly by everyone inside -- but what motives lie beneath?

His case is only made more difficult by a sudden, mutual interest in one of his main suspects. But Castiel refuses to answer certain questions, and many others in the manor are just as cagey. Dean finds himself at the manor again and again, both to pursue his leads and also allow himself a distraction he may not be able to afford. He can't let his guard down.

But, oh, how he wants to.

Excerpt: 

Dean angles himself slightly, takes a slow, hesitating first step in gesture for Castiel to follow him, and takes them to the drawing room. When Castiel looks in, his face grows pale and devastated. "No," he murmurs. Dean watches the way his eyes skip over everything, and then stop to linger on the still-open window. "Oh no."

"Where were you tonight?" Dean tries again. He backs away, so that they're away from the murder scene.

Castiel jerks back around to stare at him, advancing after him in long, quick strides. "You can't possibly think I did this. I told you, she's a good friend of—"

"Your wife," Dean interrupts. "Yes. Everyone has said the same thing."

"Then you know that she was well-liked," Castiel says, voice deepening and roughening with his irritation. His words are stiff, like they catch in his throat. "And that no one in this manor would have brought her harm."

Dean studies him, and then drops his gaze meaningfully to Castiel's mud-lined shoes. Castiel follows his look, and makes a noise. "It's raining outside."

"And where were you that you were walking in it, then?"

"You should be questioning her husband," Castiel tells him.

Dean raises his eyebrows. "I will," he says slowly. "Tomorrow. Why?"

Castiel balks at that. "I just," he fumbles for a long moment, tipping his chin down and away, "I think it would be in your best interests, is all."

Dean narrows his eyes. "Why won't you tell me where you've been tonight?"

Posting date: February 27, 2026

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “(I Don't Believe In) Modern Love” 

Author: @noxemma Artist: WitchyWorm / @witchy-worm

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Length: 36,000 words Tags:  Alternate Universe - No Supernatural, Two-person love triangle(s), secret identities, religious cults (past), smut, Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Sam Winchester/Jessica Moore, Jo/Meg, Mentions of Charlie/Gilda

Summary:  

Dean’s just a barista who has a run-in with a grumpy customer.

Castiel is just a writer who happens to find inspiration in an unlikely place at a little coffee shop.

Only, people are never just one thing and both Cas and Dean are hiding some big secrets about their identities.

When worlds collide and their secrets, past and present, come to light, will they be able to keep the relationships they've formed? Or will they be another casualty of modern love?

Excerpt: 

“-really, I think it’s better if I just-”

“Here!” Dean pants, holding out the vouchers and a wad of fabric as he drags the mop behind him. “We, um, I’m sorry we didn’t have any shirts left in your size, but um, I had a spare in case of spills. I promise it’s clean and-”

Dean shuts up at the swift jab and What the fuck, Winchester look from Meg.

The man unravels the shirt and looks at Dean with a raised brow that makes him want to shrink back into the walls. But instead of complaining, the man just nods. He sets his laptop bag and sopping notepad back onto the table before heading to the restroom.

Meg leaves Dean to mop up the mess and watch over the man’s belongings while she heads back to man the front counter.

Dean almost doesn’t regret the accident when the man comes out clad in his classic Friday the 13th tee.

“I really am sorry about spilling the coffee on you. I promise we’re not usually this …” Dean flails, half because of embarrassment and half because he can now tell that the man was hiding some seriously nice arms beneath his white button up.

“Incompetent?” The attractive man supplies and Dean winces, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah,” Dean wheezes, tongue feeling impossibly thick and dry, but thankfully cooperative. “I really am sorry and I hope we can make it up to you in the future.”

“Hmmm. I suppose I’ll have to be back to return your shirt,” Blue Eyes murmurs more to the air than to Dean.

Posting date: February 26, 2026

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Another Word for Home” 

Authors: @aishitara & @jemariel Artist: girlinthemirrorbluenight / @girlinthemirrorbluenight-library

Rating: Teen and Up Archive warnings:  Length: 24,000 words Tags:  dadstiel AU, omg they were neighbors!, miscommunication is always the enemy with these two, fluff, angst Relationships: Dean/Castiel, Jody/Donna, Cas + Kelly (platonic)

Summary:  

Middle school art teacher Dean Winchester is a single dad in a small conservative town. Being a single parent has its challenges—dating, for example, is virtually impossible—but Dean's got his village, and a great job, and an awesome kid. What more could he ask for?

When Castiel Novak moves into the neighborhood, Dean's quiet life is turned on its head. Castiel is sweet, funny, kind—and seems to be a single dad, as well, to an angelic four-month-old, Jack.

Dean hasn't wanted to be with someone so badly in a long time, but a misunderstanding threatens their relationship before it has a chance to bloom.

Excerpt: 

Donna's at Dean's side again, her unexpected elbow digging in once again and bringing Dean back to Earth, which is when he realizes his very hot neighbor is looking at him with raised eyebrows, like maybe he'd just asked Dean a question—

"Huh?" Dean says intelligently, fumbling around for a comfortable grin and hopefully settling on something that doesn't make him look like a complete idiot. He used to be smoother than this, didn't he?

"I said, 'extorting people in their own homes wasn't enough for you?'" Castiel says, an amused twist to the corner of his mouth.

Before Dean can muster an answer, Emma jumps in front of him and asks, "How did you like the cookies?"

"Oh, I—" An interesting shade of red climbs up Castiel's neck. "They were quite good." Eye contact returning to Dean, he says, "You were right about the Tagalongs. Too sweet."

"Oh yeah?" Dean says, brain not checking in with any sort of filter before it commands his mouth open to speak. "Didn't think anything would be too sweet for you," is what comes out, and Emma whips around to look up at him, very conspicuously and very snarkily, even for a ten-year-old.

Dean tries not to give her a snarky look in return but it takes… more brainpower than he'd like to admit.

That interesting shade of red on Castiel's face climbs higher. "I did enjoy the Thin Mints, though," he says, quick and apparently ignoring Dean's maybe-inadvertent flirtation.

Definitely. Definitely inadvertent. He doesn't have time—there's no way, not with Emma's schedule, and spring mid-terms coming up—not to mention he's not looking for—Emma's needs are always going to come first, after all, and—

"That's because Thin Mints are the best," Alex chimes in from Donna's other side.

Posting date: February 25, 2026

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Sorrow's in the Marrow” 

Author: ValandraWrites / @valandrawrites Artist: @envydean

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: Graphic depictions of violence Length: 45,000 words Tags:  Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Cyberpunk, Steampunk, Surgeon Dean Winchester, Dangerous Castiel (Supernatural) Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

Illegal implants and back-alley deals keep Dean alive. Every night, he cuts into bodies, weaving mech into bone, siphoning biomatter while his patients sleep. It’s worth it if Sam wakes breathing. But his time is running short as he flirts with the law, hunting a cure.

Castiel is the enemy. Malak Corp’s agent, who vanishes men like Dean, yet he lies bare on Dean’s surgical table, trusting him with bone, nerve, and blood. When Cas starts talking about replacing his impossible blue eyes, it twists Dean’s gut, scraping raw.

The risk is insane, but letting Cas go? Not an option.

Excerpt: 

When the vendor handed over the skewers wrapped in foil and wax paper, Cas paid without looking at the number that flashed briefly on the chipped screen. He passed one to Dean.

“Alright,” Dean said, peeling back the foil. “I’ll pay you back for mine.”

Cas lifted his own skewer. “You’re welcome to try. This is my treat.”

Dean frowned and took a bite.

The meat was smoky and blistered at the edges, tender inside, soaked through with spice and heat and something sweet that cut through the grease. He made a sound he absolutely did not mean to make out loud. At least not in public.

Cas stilled, his eyes on Dean’s mouth as he chewed. “Good?”

Dean swallowed, then licked his lips. He clocked how Cas’ eyes followed his tongue, how he leaned forward slightly, eyes sharp, breath hot. “Delicious,” 

Cas breathed, eyes moving up over Dean’s jaw and cheek with fierce eyes.

“Castiel,” Dean sputtered, ears flaring hot.

He looked down, a pink flush spread across his cheeks. Being gay wasn't outlawed like it had been in the old cities, but it wasn't exactly common. He'd never been sure about Castiel. The man didn't give much away.

This felt different

They ate as they walked around the market, and fell into an easy, companionable rhythm, the city roaring and whispering around them. Dean hadn’t realized how tightly wound he’d been until the tension started bleeding out of him.

“This is dirty pool,” he told Cas. “You can’t just feed people like this.”

Cas glanced at him sideways. “Is that what you feel right now? Manipulated?”

“…Maybe I just don’t know what you want, and that makes me nervous,” he admitted.

“Maybe I don’t want anything. I just want exactly what I’ve said.” 

Dean frowned. “Everyone wants something, Cas.”

Posting date: February 24, 2026

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “The Star Prince” 

Author: violethoure666 / @sicksicksixx Artist: Echo_S / @echo-shark

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Length: 65-75k words Tags:  medieval/fantasy setting, prince Castiel, knight Dean, secret magic, slow burn Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  A prince. A knight. A destiny written in the stars. Castiel was raised to hide the truth of himself and what he can do with his powers, but when his world comes crashing down, the halcyon life that both he and Dean have lived for years is upended. Swords, sorcery, secrets – and at the heart of it all is a prophecy that could change everything.

Excerpt: 

Castiel looks down at Dean where he kneels. “Do you swear to serve me, Dean Winchester, as my personal knight and guard, for the rest of your days?”

Dean’s eyes are bright and wide. His tongue, quick and pink, flits out to wet his lips before he answers. “I do, your highness.”  And there is such gravity there that Castiel has to marvel at it for a moment.

Castiel leans down and pins his sigil to the sash hanging across Dean's chest. Three stars in silver and blue. It’s something to remind people that Dean belongs to him, as much as he belongs to his father, to the Kingdom of Heofon.

“Rise, Sir Winchester,” King Charles says, and Dean does, his eyes lingering on Castiel for another moment before he bows to his king, then turns to the crowd to raise his sword in the air.

Posting date: February 23, 2026

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Forgotten” 

Author: WhoIPretended2Be / @whoipretended2b Artist: Aceriee / @aceriee-art

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Length:  41,000 words Tags:  Fantasy AU, Secret Identity, Hidden Identity, Sellsword Dean Winchester, Memory Loss, Curses Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

Dean Winchester’s done a lot of stupid jobs, but escorting a pretty noble into the Forgotten Forest might be the worst. The pay is suspicious, but he needs to provide for his family. A pilgrimage into a cursed forest can’t be that dangerous… right?

Dean’s got a curse of his own, one that punishes those he gets close to, but he can’t stop wanting the man he’s supposed to protect. The deeper they travel, the more time goes wrong and memory slips. Can his training keep him (and his secrets) safe, or will an old prophecy tear everything apart?

Excerpt: 

Dean kept staring at his side, shaking his head. “I thought it got me. I thought—”

“You were knocked hard,” Novak said gently, his bedside manner better than Dean would have expected. “Badly bruised but you will live. A few days—” He hesitated, studying the mottled bruises, then admitted, “Perhaps longer.”

“You don’t understand. I thought that was it. I felt it. Tusk went straight through me,” Dean said, running a hand over his side again. He lifted it to his face when he was done and it came back dry. No blood.

“You stepped in front of me,” Novak said and when Dean looked up, the man looked pained.

“Yeah, isn’t that what you’re paying me for? To protect you?”

Novak only stared back at him. “It’s just the two of us. If something had happened, no one would have known. You could have said you tried. That you had done your best but that the boar got me.”

“I would never,” Dean said, confused. “You hired me to protect you. It’s my job to protect you.”

Novak licked his lips and swallowed. He looked out into the Forest and took a deep breath. “You are bound by duty as much as I am.”

Posting date: February 22, 2026

Coming soon for the @destielaureversebb: “Cherrie Pickin'” 

Author: flatcoke Artist: @banshee1013

Rating: Explicit Archive warnings: None Length: 15,000 words Tags:  Drag Queen Dean Winchester, Bartender Castiel, "Straight" Dean Winchester, Fluff, Smut Relationships: Dean/Castiel

Summary:  

Castiel, a sarcastic and quiet bartender at a queer club, doesn’t intend to fall for the club’s newest drag queen. Cherrie Pye, however, clearly doesn’t care about Castiel’s intentions. She’s all glitter and attitude – strutting onto the stage and into Castiel’s heart like she owns the place.

Then Castiel meets Dean, the man behind the lashes. He’s no less charming than Cherrie, and totally straight.

(And Castiel? Well, he wants both of them. Obviously.)

A short, sweet slow burn (think toasted marshmallow) about drag, desire, mistaken assumptions, costume disasters, and learning to love someone in every version they come in.

Excerpt: 

Castiel knows he’s in trouble from the very first moment he sees her. It’s not just her looks – though Castiel could tell that the face under all that makeup is gorgeous, and her outfit is revealing enough to display smooth, freckled skin and a nice, toned body. But looks are just looks and Castiel tends to be fairly immune. He’s usually more interested in what’s beyond the shiny wrapper.

And beyond the looks, there’s something magnetic about her. Cherrie Pye is her name and it suits her. Sweet, sultry, a little tart. 

Castiel craves a slice.

Currently, at this life altering instant of Castiel’s life, Cherrie Pye is leaning casually against the bar. She’s wearing a bright pink cowboy hat and matching lingerie, fringes and rhinestones galore. On her feet are a pair cowboy boots, white patent leather and boosting her height with several inches.

She’s drinking a beer, bright pink and glittery lips wrapping around the lip of the bottle in a lazy move, and taking in the crowd with a disinterested gaze. Blonde wispy locks fall over her shoulders, framing her face.

Cas pours drinks and cuts limes behind the bar, about a foot to her right.

One seat down from Cherrie, a couple of older gentlemen are drinking porn star martinis. One of them has been studying Cherrie for several moments.

“Purdy lips,” he calls, an ice breaker from hell.

Cherrie doesn’t respond.

The gentleman leans closer. “What’ that mouth do?” he asks, louder and worse.

Cherrie turns to him with a bored motion, like he’s nothing more than a fly she’s considering swatting. She raises an eyebrow at the guy’s gross smile and leans in closer.

A smile takes over her face, all sultry and pouty. When she’s inches from the strange man’s face, she replies:

“Eat pussy.”

Posting date: February 21, 2026