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Dean didn’t mean to find an angel half-dead in the woods, wings torn and grace flickering like a dying ember. He especially didn’t mean to bring him home. But there was something about the way the broken creature looked at him—like Dean was the only tether he had left to this world.
With Sam’s help, Dean patches him up, gets him back on his feet, even manages to see the shimmer of grace return to those blue eyes. But healing Castiel comes with consequences—namely, the angel’s unshakable fixation on Dean. He watches Dean like he hung the stars. He follows him from room to room, sleeps beside him like it’s the only way he can breathe, touches him like he needs it to stay sane.
Dean tells himself it’s just residual grace, angelic instincts, some cosmic imprint. But the longer Castiel stays, the more Dean finds himself leaning in—letting Castiel protect him, touch him, need him. And God help him, Dean wants to be needed like that. Wants to be watched. Touched. Claimed.
Maybe bringing an angel home was a mistake.
Or maybe it was the only right thing Dean's ever done.
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- Part 1 of Angel's Watch
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16 Aug 2025
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Dean Winchester hadn’t planned on enjoying his high school reunion. He definitely hadn’t planned on running into Castiel Novak—the gorgeous Russian exchange student he’d been stupidly, hopelessly into at eighteen.
Ten years later, Castiel’s still got the accent, the stare, and now… a smile that makes Dean think about things they really didn’t teach in high school.
What should’ve been a quick “hi, how’ve you been” turns into hours of lingering touches, loaded glances, and Dean realizing that some crushes don’t fade—they just get hotter. By the end of the night, Dean knows two things for sure: he’s not letting Castiel disappear again, and this reunion’s going to be a lot more memorable than the yearbook committee ever planned.
Bookmarked by PhoebeThorne
10 Aug 2025
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Dean Winchester has only been back in Kansas for a couple of months when an undercover gig comes up. Infiltrate the Kansas City mob and discover the identity of the infamous 'boss' that has alluded arrest for decades.
It's risky, and Dean has more to lose than he thinks, but what's life without a bit of risk? Besides, he loves a challenge.
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- Part 1 of The Devil You Know
Bookmarked by PhoebeThorne
07 Aug 2025
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Castiel deals in control—drugs, power, desire. He doesn’t do softness.
Then Dean Winchester shows up with green eyes full of shadows and a mouth built for sin. He doesn’t talk much, but he doesn’t have to. Castiel sees it right away: this boy wants to be ruined.
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He circled him slowly, letting his fingertips trail along Dean’s back, down the ridge of his spine, until he stood behind him, body radiating heat like an open flame. His mouth hovered just behind Dean’s ear.
“I’ll pay you,” Castiel murmured. “But not for the blowjob.”
Dean inhaled sharply, and Castiel felt it—the stutter of surprise, the tick of anticipation under the skin.
“I’ll pay you to kneel when I say. To take what I give you. To shut that smart fucking mouth unless I want it open.”
Dean swallowed. He didn’t speak.
So Castiel added, softer, darker:
“Say yes.”
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Now Castiel’s hooked. Not on the cash. Not the thrill. On Dean—quiet, dangerous Dean, who’s running from something and asking for all the wrong kinds of hurt. Castiel’s more than willing to give it to him. And in the meantime? He’ll make sure Dean never forgets who he belongs to.
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03 Aug 2025
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Dean wouldn’t go so far as to say he hated his boss—hate was a strong word—but loathed felt pretty damn close. The guy was rude in that quiet, brooding way that somehow made it worse, always brushing too close when there was plenty of room to go around. And then there was the face—sharp, sculpted, sinful. The kind of man who looked like he’d walked off the cover of GQ and straight into Dean’s unfortunate nine-to-five. Not that Dean had the latest issue tucked in his nightstand or anything.
Still, there were worse things than silently burning for your insufferably hot boss. Like, say, getting trapped in an elevator with him for four long, tense, maddening hours. Dean couldn’t decide which was worse: the loathing... or the way his eyes kept drifting down that annoyingly perfect jawline every damn time the lights flickered.
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- Part 3 of Pride Month
Bookmarked by PhoebeThorne
24 Jun 2025