the horses running

The neurotic archivist in me demands that I have this linked from my journal somewhere. :) This was the fic I wrote for deancas_xmas. Writing it was like getting blood from a stone, so thank you to nanoochka for aiding and abetting me in this endeavour.

Title: The World That We'll Invent
Recipient: elfladyarwen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3679
Spoilers: Up to 7.02 specifically; generically for the rest of S7.
Summary: Castiel wants to explain to Dean how he came to be here, after the lake, but Dean doesn't seem to want to talk. Still, this is a new world for Castiel now -- he can find another way to live in it. Fix-it fic, anyone?

( It wasn't supposed to go this way. )

Basically just posting these as I finish suitably-sized batches of them, now. :) Post 1 was almost entirely J2; this is a bit more of a melange.

For de_nugis: ( Sam/Dean curtain!fic with 'weather conditions' (650 words, PG-13) )

For cherie_morte: ( Sam/Dean, Dean eats Sam's pie so Sam gets him back by covering him in cream during the night. You ask, you get. ;) (~650 words, PG-13/Rish) )

For vicious_sock, ( who asked for 'Misha/Sebastian, something with flippant bottom!Misha' and got 'Sebastian Roche is Mr Skeeve and Misha's okay with that.' (~600 words, hard R) )

For candesgirl: ( vaguely Christmassy but largely random Dean/Cas make-out session (900 words, PG-13) )

For elfladyarwen, ( who asked for Dean/Cas and a string of Christmas lights and got a clumsy Christmas blowjob (~1000 words, R/NC-17) )

Title: Our bodies, possessed by light
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~42,000
Summary: Purged of all his souls, Castiel is a changed being, stronger than an angel and too powerful for Jimmy's body to contain. Happily, there's an archangel's vessel on hand, and he could use fixing, too. Dean isn't too happy about the idea of his brother acting as a vessel for Castiel, and Sam can guess why, but it isn't until Castiel gets inside his head and they learn to share the vessel -- and their thoughts -- that Sam realises Cas is as in love with Dean as Dean is with him. It's unfortunate that there's nothing much to be done about it now, but Castiel will get another vessel soon. The Winchesters will make damn sure of that. In the meantime, it's up to the three of them to establish their own strange accord, and Dean realises more fully than ever that it's Castiel, and not his vessel, that he loves.

Warnings/Promises: This fic does contain character death (non-pairing). It does not contain Sam/Dean, Sam/Castiel, or Sam/Dean/Castiel. There is no oral-genital or genital-genital contact between Dean and Sam's body; there is no making out. However, please note that there is one scene depicting a mild sexual situation between Dean and Cas-in-Sam's body: [more explicit spoiler] there is cuddling and over-the-clothes, above-the-waist touching after a lot of UST. The result of this is dry humping at the climax of which Cas comes. There is a brief chaste kiss. Sam has consented to be Castiel's vessel and to kissing, as long as he doesn't have to hear about it, but not explicitly to anything further, which may trigger those with vessel consent issues. While my beta qthelights didn't find her incest squick to have been hit too badly by this fic, I know that others have been triggered and I'm sorry about that and for my failure to warn correctly in the first instance. In case the specifics of the NC-17 sex scene are a dealbreaker for anyone [spoiler]: it's Dean/Misha-shaped Castiel.
Acknowledgements: Thank you to my wonderful artist, smallworld_inc, for the huge amount of beautiful art she produced for this fic. ♥ Thank you also to my document-creepers, qthelights, cautionzombies, annundriel, hils and oddlyfamiliar for making me feel pressured enough to keep going (♥) and to oddlyfamiliar in particular for the beta.
Special Thanks: To cautionzombies. ♥ This fic is for you, babe. Without Jen's constant texts, emails, GDoc comments and gchat pingings of encouragement, abuse and squee, I would never have managed to finish this. I went into this knowing that I wanted to start at point a, convey theme b and arrive eventually at point d, but without Jen, there would have been no bridge c. Or porny outtakes. I ♥ you, babe. Thank you also to qthelights for making noises of horror when I said there wasn't going to be any sex in this at all. :P




. part one . part two . part three . part four.
. outtakes (read warnings!). PDF . AO3 . art post .

eta: I have altered my warnings above, but to reiterate here: I am truly sorry if my failure to warn correctly in the first instance led anyone to be triggered by this fic. It was not my intention to distress anyone, and I fully appreciate that I have done so.

Title: run right into you
Authors: _mournthewicked & obstinatrix
Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam/Dean/Castiel.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~ 8,500
Warnings: Mentions of underage sex and celestial voyeurism.

Summary/Notes: What the three of them have is all sorts of complicated, but it works. It works really well, actually, and at the tail end of a very bad day, Castiel just wants to go somewhere that he knows he belongs.(Follows like a slow fire burn and we crash and we roll.)

( Cas is standing in the middle of the room, chest heaving, hands curled into fists at his sides )

*collapses* There you are, now it's a trilogy. ~33k of OT3 porn. We're done, I promise. Mostly.

Title: (Love Is Like A) Heat Wave
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~2,500
Summary/Notes: There's a heatwave in South Dakota, and Bobby's house doesn't have A/C. Spending the night on the porch seems a logical option. greatlywritten, this is for you. Because I said so. Just slipping this in before blindfold_spn spam time hits. ;)

( It's hot, painfully, achingly hot, and Dean is loose with it, sprawled out on Bobby's stoop with his knees splayed wide. )

I started this after 6.20. It was meant to be a lot longer, and also to have a lot more Crowley in it, but I decided it really had to be posted, in whatever form, before it was Jossed entirely to hell by the finale. And also before the Rapture on Saturday. So I finished it this morning with ~10 hours to spare. ;)

Title: Timshel
Pairing: mild Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Words: ~1000
Summary: Castiel never knew humanity before. Now it is in him like a taint, like a stain; like a cicatrix that even his grace cannot eradicate.

( From above, the whitewashed world seems to roll out endlessly under its curtain of rain )

250 words that are mostly cautionzombies' fault, although she would probably deny it. :)

Title: Locum Tenens
Pairing: Sam/Cas (Dean/Cas, Sam/Dean implied)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In their minds the heat against them is Dean's, the blood and flesh and bone, and both of them know it. HAVE A TINY ANGST PORNO DRABBLE. Of unrequitedness.

( This isn't the first time. )

Fic: The Hanged Man
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~2,500
Summary: This is a sequel to The Beating of His Hideous Heart, from the opposite POV to the original. Dean is a charming sociopath, Castiel the fresh-faced prison chaplain. Dean has been looking for Castiel for fourteen years.
Warnings: This one is less dub-conny than the previous, but there are still hints of that, and - sociopath!Dean. 'Content may disturb', I might say.

( For fourteen years, Dean has been searching for the Hanged Man. )

Title: In Matters of The Cloth
Pairing: Dean Smith/Castiel (It's A Terrible Life!verse)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Dean Smith sustains himself on secrets. He doesn't know how to feel about his suspicion that Mr Adler's secretary sees right through him.
Disclaimer: Do not own, do not sue. Please.
Words: 2237
Notes: Do not be misled clergywards by the title - it's (imaginatively) taken from The Kinks' Dedicated Follower of Fashion. Appropriately, the chap in the song wears panties. So does Dean in this fic. /warning

( The thing is, Dean has no idea where it all came from. )

Title: My Mirrored Room, My Secret Life
Pairing: Dean/Cas (2014!Dean/2014!Cas)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Lies!
Prompt: '2014!Cas has gotten into a lot of new things over the past few years. His newfound worldliness helped him discover just what it meant when Dean's breathing went all funny during sex when Cas's hand was on his throat/weight was on his back/gave him an order. Now, dominating him during sex is just something they do.' Posted here.

( 'You carry a lot of tension in your shoulders,' Cas says. )