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Sociopaths in Love verse
Part 1. Title: Some Kind of Courtship
Author: Annie D (scaramouche)
Rating: Explicit
Words: 16,723 – Finished
Summary: Dean buys Castiel as a slave and has a fun time viciously breaking him in. But what Dean doesn’t know is that this is exactly what Castiel wants. (Or, two sociopaths walk into a slave auction…)
Summary: Dean has the Winchester business, Castiel is an independent contractor, their penchant for violence is something they have in common. For eight months they’ve been meeting off and on for brief yet intense encounters, but like all things, it can’t stay that way forever.
Finders Keepers by AndreaLyn [Gaby is no help either, because every time Napoleon even broaches the subject of how Illya has the uncanny ability to find him, she says such hurtful and awful things like, “Maybe you’re just easy to find.”It’s not bugs and it’s not trackers, so how does Illya keep finding Napoleon, no matter where he goes?]
The Trojan Affair by manic_intent [Ten minutes to go to ground zero and Artyom was still desperately trying to escape. “I have never attended little girl’s birthday party,” he pointed out repeatedly, and actually pouted, big blue eyes wide and pleading.“Always a first time,” Napoleon said mercilessly, pulling on a charcoal Tom Ford blazer over his loose gray knit. “Mrs Siegfried invited us weeks ago, Artyom, don’t be a baby. You’ve had quite a while to gird your loins. We’re going to a party, not some sort of trench warfare. Smile.”Artyom scowled, which was admittedly normally an adorable look even for a tall, blonde Russian giant of a man. “I do not like Mrs Siegfried,” Artyom declared, clearly intent on being as recalcitrant as possible.]
Communion by Saucery [An incubus and a priest team up with a witch in order to save the world. Or, a supernatural version of The Man From U.N.C.L.E., complete with evil demons and hotel sex.]
Cas has just sacrificed the last of his reclaimed grace to cure Dean of the Mark of Cain. He held on to the last wisps for as long as he could, but the first time he succumbs to sleep as a human again, he’s in the back seat of the Impala while Dean’s driving at highway speeds. A strange dream sets of a series of near catastrophic events, from almost-car-crashes to Dean feeling responsible for Cas being human enough to have a nightmare in the first place. What starts off as an apology ends up somewhere neither of them would’ve hoped for in their wildest dreams.
The endless asphalt and broken road, the empty land and piles of human garbage, the unwanted ends of life, the cracked toys and broken screens and burning cars and gravel. Dean Winchester is the king of hell. “Oh,“ says Bela. That changes certain things.
(noun) “to repair with gold”; the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken
“In conclusion: Dean Winchester, will you marry me?”“What?” Dean almost chokes on his sandwich.“I’m trying to save your soul,” Cas snaps. “You don’t have to look so horrified.”
If Cas says anything else, Dean can’t hear it. There’s a hand over his face, a wetness at his mouth, and the volcano’s deafening silence rushing through his head like pyroclastic flow, like a landslide rolling over everything in sight and drowning it in death.
After a run-in with a rogue Woman of Letters, Castiel finds himself with visible wings. Being injured in the aftermath of the encounter and stuck on lockdown in the bunker is bad enough, but between attacking zombies, cultlike followers, and his tentative relationship with Dean, he soon finds that his injuries are the least of his worries.
On the heels of something that is leaving a trail of bodies, the hunt suddenly gets personal. Something is toying with the hunters, who are coming up empty handed. Taking a breather from the incessant research to clear their heads, Cas and Dean unwind in interesting ways – yet with the Mark of Cain quietly eating at Dean, his secrets are going to start to come out when the big bads they’re looking for come out to play.
Dean, feverish and unsteady since he touched the First Blade, collapses in the middle of the hunt for Abaddon. Sam calls on Castiel, who can tell them only that something is very wrong with Dean’s soul—and that the other angels can sense it. As the Mark of Cain grows bigger and uglier and his dreams get weirder, an increasingly sick and pissed-off Dean chafes against Castiel’s hands-on brand of concern and his strained relationship with Sam. Kevin, meanwhile, may be dead, but he and his mother have a plan anyway, and Dean might be the guy to make it happen.
Castiel was running out of time. For the last several months, the angel had been living on borrowed time and grace, both of which were nearing their limit. He had found himself in this situation before, only to be saved by the king of hell himself with the grace of his sister. Angels were not meant to host one another’s grace, and he was no exception to the rule. “This time will be different,” Castiel thought to himself. “I will accept my fate.”
II. adapting to life after the mark of Cain is removed
Set four years after the events of season 9, this is the story of how Dean and Cas take over Sonny’s home for boys when he retires, as a retirement of their own, of sorts, from the hard life of hunting. It’s also the story of how Claire Novak, now of age, tracks them down there to hopefully find the answers she never got as a child.
“He, uh,” Sam says. “He just needs space, I think.” “Of course,” Castiel says. His own voice sounds like it is a million miles away. “I understand.” It’s an outrageous lie, the kind of thing he is learning that people tell all the time, because they must, to keep afloat. He does not understand. He does not understand at all. He does not actually like the flaxseed bread Sam buys. He is almost never fine. He pins the postcard on the board in the library and then goes into the bathroom to splash water on his face. He runs the tap and puts his hands over his eyes but he still sees them, sees the handwriting and the smudge where the ink was still wet, where the skin sat across it and drew it over the paper, the last mark, the proof of life, the only touch he’s had in months, this ghostly impression of an absent hand. I’m not coming back.
While on a hunt, the Winchesters investigate two mysterious deaths in a small Nevada town and find themselves in a dire situation. While Sam researches Native lore with a local university professor, Dean and Castiel find themselves captured, separated from each other and in mortal danger. With less than 24 hours to figure out how to thwart the plans of vengeful Shaman with powerful magic, Dean and Cas are forced to question everything they know about themselves and each other. Dean can’t hide at the bottom of a bottle any longer and Castiel is determined to save Dean Winchester for more reasons than he’s ready to admit.
This is what Cas gave up Heaven for: greasy diner food, shitty motel rooms with even shittier cable, long car rides spent in complete silence except for the same six tapes playing over and over again, and a burnt-out husk of a man who can barely hold a conversation anymore.
When Castiel disappears without a trace, along with the Mark of Cain and twenty-four hours of Dean’s life, Dean seeks out the help of the only other righteous angel he knows – Hannah.
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