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“Wait a minute,” Sam said, finally catching on, “you slept with our client?”
Dean threw up his hands. “I didn’t know, alright? It was a one-night stand like a month ago!”
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “Dean--”
“No, you cannot blame me for this, Sammy!” Dean cried, pointing a finger at his brother. “You told me to get out and have fun, so I had some fun,” he ended with a lazy memory-drunk smile. “I was working at The Roadhouse--”
“I don’t need details!” Sam closed his eyes and sighed. He had told his brother to go out and have some fun and the man had listened for a change. “Just...be professional, alright?”
Dean nodded. “Yes, I can do that; promise.”
Dean was doomed.
Bookmarked by snazzyk
15 Jun 2026
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two men hook up once and go at it like bunnies got the rest of their lives,, oh yea and something about building a restaurant
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Castiel and Dean were made for each other. Their whirlwind romance is the stuff of legends.
Bookmarked by snazzyk
14 Jun 2026
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what if destiel felt like ABO but somehow wasnt
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Dean and Castiel have been getting each other's mail for months now. When Castiel finally gets the courage to go to Dean and return some packages, he realizes that Dean is his True Mate. There's one problem: Dean doesn't date Alphas anymore.
Bookmarked by snazzyk
13 Jun 2026
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dean doesnt date alphas anymore but changes his mind with absolutely no effort from the plot or characters ahaha
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Castiel’s brother has pranked him in one way or another on April Fool’s Day for years, to the point that Castiel is ever vigilant on the day. As the 1st goes on and he doesn’t experience anything Emergency Room-necessary, he suddenly gets the shock of his life.
Bookmarked by snazzyk
07 Jun 2026
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tags don’t lie it really is just fluff and smut the good is so gooshy and loving and the smut is hot
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"Cas?"
"Yes, Dean?"
"Will you sit on my face?"
Castiel sputters out the remnants of his coffee, blue eyes wide as he regards Dean, who turns around, meeting Castiel's eyes and leaning back against the counter. His Alpha scent, whiskey and leather, is heavy in the air, paired with the scent of Castiel's own rising arousal, cinnamon and vanilla. Not a single glint of shame passes through Dean's eyes, but his voice is weak, and Castiel supposes he's nervous.
"I beg your pardon, you want me to what?"