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Shiny Beautiful Mechanical Wind - Art Master Post

2013-12-16T00:06:31Z

Shiny Beautiful Mechanical Wind by trickylady

PAIRING: Sam/Cas/Dean

RATING: R/Explicit?

WARNINGS: H/C, pseudo-incest, child-parent relationships, sibling relationships, slash.

GENRE: fantasy, sci-fi, domestic, AU, romance.

SUMMARY: Castiel’s job is to collect lost capsules and put the tracking number in the system so he can return them to their parents. He finds one without a tracking number, and decides to keep it. He finds another two years later, and does the same. Both of his adopted sons grow very fond of him.

A/N: for the Wincestiel Big Bang 2013; and also for prompt 6 of my “Quote” table of Mission Insane (However beautiful the strategy, you should occasionally look at the results – Winston Churchill). Title from Richard Siken’s poem “Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out.”

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Author: trickylady
Artist: weekendship

Bitter Harvest - Art Master Post

2013-10-17T03:17:19Z

Bitter Harvest by firesign10
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Sam/Michael, Dean/OFC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The Winchesters are hunters and brothers . . . and that's all. Dean abruptly ended their deeper relationship some years ago, much to Sam's confusion and dismay. They've since made an uneasy peace with each other, continuing to hunt as a team. A chance encounter with someone from their past causes underlying tensions to come to a head. Sam and Dean have to deal with old choices, and make some new ones.
Warnings: Mostly just angst. Cursing, crude talk about sex, a little fooling around, Dean's hook-up as recalled the next morning.

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Author:firesign10
Artist:weekendship

Death Comes for Mr. Winchester - Art Master Post

2013-10-14T18:47:37Z

Pairing(s): Dean/Cas, Sam/Gabriel pre-slash

Rating: NC-17 - for language and sexual situations

Warnings: fighting, violence, sex, a little angst, a snippet of wing!kink

Summary: SEASON 6 AU - Dean was pretty used to weird shit happening to him by now. Really, after you've been used as a weapon for God, saved the world, died, come back and then been told by the Almighty himself that the future of Heaven is in your hands ... what can really surprise you anymore? Okay, so ... maybe the two massive sets of wings he's recently acquired shocked him a bit. And early morning visits from the horseman of Death can be a tad off-putting. He really didn't foresee the Gabriel lusting after Sammy issue before it smacked him in the face, either. Then of course, Crowley suddenly being able to control Death's reapers kinda sucks, as does his perpetual boner for trying to snuff Dean from existence. So yeah. Basically he's pretty screwed. Although visiting the Texas State Fair was fun. (Even if it was in 1982. And he was with Death.) But hey, the corn-dogs were freaking delicious, so ... bonus!!!

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Author: bunnymaccool
Art by: weekendship

The weight on his back shifted just before the room grew darker and Cas gasped softly. When Dean slit his eyes open he could understand why. He had apparently, unconsciously, brought his wings up around them, folding them over and around their kneeling bodies. The room had disappeared behind a wall of feathers. Just he and Cas remained. [x]

Dean followed him helplessly as they navigated to the most crowded stand in the area. The horseman just strode right up to the vendor, ignoring the line, and plucked two corndogs directly out of his hand. The man didn’t even seem to notice, kept conversing with the person at the front of the queue. [x]

The Highest Vision of the Soul - Art Master Post

2013-09-20T14:31:08Z

Pairing: hinted Dean/Gabriel

Rating: R

Warnings: Canon character death, lots of swearing, mention of adult situations

Summary: Dean was no stranger to regrets, but he'd never expected to have this much trouble accepting the death of an irreverent, absentee archangel. Then again, it’d be a lot easier if he didn’t keep tripping over reminders of Gabriel all the freaking time. Or if he could stop dreaming about him.

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Author: evening_bat
Art by: weekendship

Gabriel considered the question, eyes losing focus as he thought. “Folded sunlight,” he finally said. “When I flew, they sounded like a song...I used to know the sound. But I can’t remember it now.” [x]

The sounds of his own passage covered up any noise that might be made by someone following in his tracks, and his skin was crawling with nervous tension. Going out into the middle of nowhere alone and leaving his back open to something that might be Gabriel was another one of those stunts he’d have killed Sam for pulling. Seeing a break in the stalks ahead was a relief. Maybe they were finally getting close to whatever it was Gabriel had brought them out here to find. [x]

In Medias Res - Art Master Post

2013-05-16T06:50:27Z

Pairing(s): Sam/Dean, OFC/OMC

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Dean wakes a day after dying with no memories of Hell, and no idea what has happened. His only clues are a catatonic Sam, and whatever his brother was doing when they were separated. Written for the spnslashbigbang.

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Author : dimeliora
Art by: weekendship

...Except Sam doesn't try to get away from her. He sits like an obedient child while she takes his bandaged hands in hers and looks into his eyes. For half a second Dean actually believes Sam's gaze focuses, and then the belief is gone as she lets go and sits beside him. She runs her fingers over the scars on her own hands for a moment before leaning her shoulder against Sam's. strikes Dean then how alike they are. Sure she's tiny, and wholly feminine, but they both have the same hollow look underneath everything... [x]

... All of it is secondary though to the fact that he's crying like a fucking baby in Dean's arms, and his older brother is letting go of the fact that Sam's seriously dented his face...

"Shhh Sammy. It's ok. I got yah. I got yah kiddo."... [x]

and then a man almost as tall as Sam walks past him. From here Dean can see that he's lanky like Sam, and that his hair is short, bristly, and bright blonde. He's wearing jeans and a flannel that suggest he's never been comfortable anywhere that doesn't serve chicken tenders. Dean's kind of guy really. If he wasn't threatening Sam a few moments ago. [x]

He looks up to see Sam kneeling in front of him, and his brother's face is still slack and expressionless, but there are tears tracing down it. Sam's oddly delicate fingers trace the wet lines on Dean's face and then his voice is a cracked and harsh echo of what it once was.

"Dean. Sorry." [x]

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2013-01-22T00:35:09Z

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