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“Can I draw your plants?”
“Can you...” Castiel drags his eyes away from the myriad of intersecting geometric patterns etched across the man’s arms. “What?”
The man holds up his notebook. “Can I draw your plants? I won’t get in the way.” He offers his free hand with an irresistible grin. “I’m Dean.”
And that’s how it starts.
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- Part 10 of Tumblr Fic
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05 Jul 2026
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"You're in pain," Cas says finally. He sounds sad.
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- Part 3 of deancas codas: season eleven
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05 Jul 2026
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It’s intoxicating to have Dean pliant and moaning beneath him, pulling him closer for desperate kisses. It makes Castiel want more, to push harder, wring every ounce of pleasure he can out of Dean, leave him a spent, shaking mess. Those thoughts alarm him sometimes, always aware of the otherworldly strength he possesses, constantly fighting to keep it in check.
“Shit, Cas,” Dean says afterwards, voice shaky. “You sure like throwing your weight around, huh?” he mutters, pressing tentative fingers to his hips, his delicate neck, already mottled with purple from Castiel’s overeager mouth.
Dean will have marks because of him, has them already, blooming bright on his smooth skin. This is exactly what Castiel was worried about.
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04 Jul 2026
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When Castiel starts afresh in Kansas as an English teacher at Fox Burrow Middle School, he meets Dean Winchester, one of the gym teachers. They become fast friends, though each harbors deeper feelings for the other. With a little push from some twelve year olds, a couple of obnoxious brothers, and their own barely-controlled desire for one another, Dean may or may not end up bent over a desk, butt naked.
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03 Jul 2026
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There’s something Sam hates about being tall, or rather, misses about being short:
He misses Dean’s hugs.
Don’t get him wrong, Sam is a thirty-two year old man, and his brother is a thirty-six year old emotionally constipated idiot. He isn’t getting any hugs to begin with, at least, not any that aren’t brought about by unexpected resurrections or terrifyingly close calls with the Grim Reaper. He isn’t some clingy, needy little kid, desperate for his big brother to wrap him in his arms after a nightmare and tell him everything will be okay. He isn’t.
But with Lucifer out of the cage and Cas as his meatsuit, he can’t help but long for the days when he was allowed to be.
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01 Jul 2026