Supernatural

My Atelier - Fic: A Hole in the World. Words: 6,666Thanks to: zelda_zee for the beta.

And to uselessplayback and bhsbaby for encouragement.Author's NoteshereTranslated into Italianhere. A Hole in the World Act I “You don't have to do this,” Castiel says. “Yeah, I'm pretty sure I do.” “There might be another way. “Maybe there is,” Dean says, and digs his toe into the grass and dirt, which are already softened by rainwater. “Dean,” Castiel says helplessly. “Cas, I,” Dean stops himself, and then starts again. And then it is gone. Write_light: FIC: "Distant Highway" Title: Distant HighwayAuthor: write_light Artist: lightthesparks Genre: (Supernatural) Wincest; FutureFic, 20 years on; CaseficRating: RPairing/Characters: Sam/Dean, OMC (kid), Bobby, CastielWarnings: creepy horror, monsters, death, damaged relationships, angst, longings, and the passing of yearsWord Count: 25,500 Betas: the wonderful cherie_morte with assistance from afg1 .

Groped by an Angel. Enigmatic_blue: Somewhere Back of the Sun - Chapter 1. Somewhere Back of the SunAuthor: enigmaticblueRating: RDisclaimer: I don’t own these characters; Kripke & Co. do.

Too bad, so sad.Spoilers: Through 5.03, but it’s AU from there. And, because the story was begun before much of S5 had aired, not everything is canon-compliant.Summary: By the time Dean stops Lucifer, it’s already too late. A post-apocalyptic tale.A/N 1: Many, many thanks to thomasina75, who found my plot-holes, brainstormed, and just generally held my hand through the writing process.

If this story is any good, she's a big part of that.A/N 2: I began writing this story just as season 5 began airing, and so it's both AU and non-canon-compliant. This story is complete in 22 chapters. “All that could never be said,/All that could never be done,/Wait for us at last/Somewhere back of the sun;/All the heart broke to forego/Shall be ours without pain,/We shall take them as lightly as girls/Pluck flowers after the rain.

On Angels' Wings... - Unexpected Destinies Prologue. TitleUnexpected DestiniesRating: PG-13Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5Warnings: AUWord Count: 1,209Summary: When Sam and Samuel get to Lisa's house, they don't find what they expect to.

Present Sam's first thought when he was given the djinn antidote and told what had happened to him was of his brother. Dean, in his new life, was completely vulnerable and the perfect target. Given that these were the offspring of the djinn they'd killed years ago, there wasn't a single chance that they wouldn't go after him, even if he were still a hunter. The realization had sent them all hurtling towards Lisa Breadon's house as fast as they could.

When the car had pulled to the side of the road not far from Lisa's driveway soon after dusk, Sam had been out of the door before it had even fully stopped. Something wasn't right here. "It looks peaceful," Samuel whispered as he appeared at Sam's side. It was all Sam could do not to jump. "How can you tell? " Chapter 1. Serious tip, don't go back to the moon. - Criminal Minds/Supernatural Fic: The Time Has Come to Be Gone Masterpost. Lurker Central - Fic: Torn (Supernatural; Dean/Castiel, R) Title: TornAuthor: misachanFandom: SupernaturalCharacters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel, Bobby, SamRating: RWarnings:After effects of torture, language, medical use of needlesWord Count: 6996Spoilers: Set before episode 6.12Prompt: "Supernatural, Castiel/Dean, Dean watches over an injured Castiel and all he can think of is the time he pulled wings off a butterfly and the fact that angels have wings"Summary: Dean sits vigil over Castiel and voices from his past are suddenly very, very loud.

(A/N: Written for dark_fest. A thousand thanks to spnfreak15 for the the spiffy last minute look over.) The second dose of morphine still wasn't enough. Dean swore, put the needle aside and stroked one hand through Cas' sweat-soaked hair, gently, very, very gently. Dean had no idea how to dose someone who could drink a liquor store and walk off with nothing worse than a bad hangover. And Goddammit, the wounds on his back were still bleeding. "Cas? Static, then breathing. "...escaped.... " "Escaped? "I.... " "Cas. Dance in the dark - Fic: Promises Broken and Kept. Title: Promises Broken and KeptAuthor: silverravenRating: NC-17, PWPPairing: Sam/DeanWord count: ~1900Warnings: wincest, canonical character death, spoilers for the last episode of season 3.Author’s notes: Big thanks to lavishsqualor for the beta and all her help!

Any remaining mistakes are my own. ETA: Now with podfic by the lovely lavishsqualor here! The very first time was against the Impala, with Dean only having a year to live. He expected Sam to shove him away, maybe even punch him, but what he got was a whole lot of not-so-little brother pushing him against the side of his baby, devouring his mouth, hot and frenzied, as if Sam was the one going to Hell, and rubbing their groins together until they both came in their pants.

From then on, it was like Sam took the whole ‘slamming Dean against a hard surface and making him come his brains out’ thing to heart. Dean lasted two days before he was falling to his knees and blissfully choking on Sam’s dick. Yeah, apparently not so much. No. They hunted 'til darkness came on, but they found - Fic: The Last Song (Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, R)

Many A Vanished Scene - Timeline: S1-S5. Chocolate_muse: [FiC]: The Ghost Of You Lingers (Dean/Castiel, Adult) It's the dying days of winter, the sky above swollen like a fresh bruise.

New York City is on the verge of a thunderstorm, and Dean's riding it out in a shabby little apartment somewhere deep in the heart of Hell's Kitchen. It's early morning, and Dean's leaning against the rusting fire escape four stories from the ground, watching the steam rise from the wet pavement in the alley below, listening to the honking and squealing of traffic. The sounds of the waking city have become a noisy backdrop to his own steady breathing. Dean's always hated cities, always hated New York especially, but there's something about being able to lose a few days in the anonymous swirl of people and tall buildings.

There's something about the chaotic crowds full of people that never stop to look or wonder what he's doing here. Dean takes a long drag from his cigarette, needing the nicotine like he needs a good night's sleep. Think of the angel, and he shall appear.