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devilsduplicity
30 May 2010 @ 06:23 am
SLOW BURN;


Who: Dean/Castiel, Bobby, Sam
What: Angel STDs had never felt so good.
When: Pre-Apocalyptic. A week or so after Dean is snatched from Hell and meets Castiel.
Words: 5,660
Warnings: PG-13, language

"What you are feeling is the grace of God burning away the evil in your body."

Nimble fingers slid up his skin and curled around his sleeve.

"The mark of an angel is a holy emblem. It signifies a pure spirit; more so, it demands it."


(If a wendigo comes after me with a BeDazzler, excuse me while I go play Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun.)

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devilsduplicity
BETWEEN THE LINES;


Who: future!Cas and future!Dean
What: Castiel knows he will die, and seeks out Dean the night before.
When: The night before f!Dean goes after the Devil.
Word Count: 1,461
Warnings: Massive amounts of angst, spoilers for Season 5 Episode 4, "The End".

He paused, gripped the edge of the door, and couldn't bring himself to turn around and look at the shell of a man behind him.

Dean was just an empty vessel, after all.


(It was a mutual agreement that they would both die quietly.)

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devilsduplicity
30 May 2010 @ 06:48 am
IF GIVEN UTTERANCE;


Who: future!Castiel/OFC, mentions of future!Dean.
What: Castiel gets what he can, when he can. That doesn't mean his head's always in the moment.
When: 5.04, set sometime during "The End".
Word Count: 731
Warnings: M; sexuality.

Blonde hair, blue eyes aren’t really his thing. He much prefers brunettes; much prefers green.

(Castiel is a nymphomaniac)

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devilsduplicity
HUMAN LESSONS

HOW TO GET SHITFACED DRUNK;


Who: Dean/Castiel, Sam
What: The first installment in a loosely-connected (though easily independent) collection of one-shots called "Human Lessons".
When: Set ambiguously before episode 5.03
Word Count: 3,652
Warnings: Language, alcoholic substance abuse, clingy drunken angels.

"Jesus," Dean exclaims on an exhale. "If I'd known you'd be a clingy drunk, I would'a brought Sam along."

(No one could just down an entire fucking liter of beer like they were taking a shot and sit that ramrod straight, have that much lucid clarity shining in their eyes. Unless they were an angel. Or John Winchester.)

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devilsduplicity
HUMAN LESSONS

HOW TO PRANK CALL;


Who: Dean/Castiel
What: pre!slash. Dean teaches Castiel how to pull a prank call.
When: Set ambiguously near the end of Season 4, beginning of Season 5.
Word Count: 755
Warnings: Obnoxiously corny jokes.

Dean paused. "Is your refrigerator running?"

"I think so, yeah."

A longer pause.

"Then you better go catch it!"


(Is your refrigerator running?)

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devilsduplicity
30 SNAPSHOTS

ARE YOU THERE, GOD?;

Master Post/Table


Who: Dean/Castiel
What: 30 Snapshots; 15. Stars // Castiel and Dean go stargazing.
When: Season 5
Words: 487
Warnings: None

The human was the night sky; a blanket of stars scattered on the wind, ripples clung around a magician's bucket and tossed on a midnight canvas.

(The angel was a supernova. An explosion of energy, a flare of purple clouds singed with black veins, of blues so bright as to be excruciating, and greens reflected on hazy puffs of smoke.)

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devilsduplicity
30 SNAPSHOTS

ECHOES OF THE SOUL;

Master Post/Table


Who: Dean/Castiel
What: 30 Snapshots; 04. Listen // Proof is in the sound.
When: Season 5
Words: 155
Warnings: None

Dean can feel wings, can feel the brush of feathers against his shoulders. He is draped in a shadow. Castiel is light.

(The air shudders when Castiel shifts. He moves, but he does not move back, and he does not move forward. His wings curl, and Dean swallows.)

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devilsduplicity
30 May 2010 @ 03:47 pm
LOVE BLEEDS FROM THE HEART;


Who: Sam/Dean
What: Blatant porn. Written for magical_face. Sam and Dean have fun sexy times!
When: Any time you wish. This isn't really dependent on any particular point in the series.
Word Count: 2,905
Warnings: NC-17; porn, language, sexuality, porn, dirty words, lots of snark, porn, some fluff, and-- hey, did I mention porn?

"On your side," Sam said again, a notch lower, and despite the fact that, yeah, Dean wanted to falcon punch Sammy in the face for commanding him to do something, the older Winchester honestly couldn't help but gulp and turn around as ordered.

"If you stick that thing up my ass," he bit back. "I'm gonna stick my fist up yours."


(Sam was a predator. He was an animal of pleasure, every line bending to desire, every sinew and muscle pushing and pulling towards a euphoric end.)

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GUESS WHO'S BEEN INVITED FOR TEA?;


Who: OFC(little girl) and a surprise!guest
What: Children throw the best tea parties.
When: AU timeline -- somewhere after Season 5.
Word Count: 1,498
Warnings: Fluff, and interesting surprises.

He didn't have big hands, but his fingers were much longer than her own, and when he reached out to reciprocate the handshake her mommy had taught her to always present to new friends, they curled so carefully around her joints she thought he might have been afraid he was going to break her.

(This is your problem. You have no faith.)

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devilsduplicity
30 May 2010 @ 03:55 pm
SPIRITED AWAY;


Who: Crowley and Castiel
What: The last we saw of Castiel, he had spirited himself away with a sigil carved into his chest. It's up to Crowley to bring him back.
When: Just after S05E20.
Word Count: 985
Warnings: Spoilers for "Point Of No Return", S05E18, and slight spoilers for "The Devil You Know", S05E20.

"Who are you?" If it were even possible, his voice was two notches lower; gruff, ragged, difficult to differentiate from the sound of steel scratching against gravel.

("Crowley. And before you get your panties in a twist," the demon added, catching the tensing of shoulders, the tick of agitation that lit behind the angel's eyes, marks of recognition, he said, "I'm about as buggered as you and your lot, and you would be doing yourself a great disservice by burning me out of this body before we've even had time for the afternoon tea.")

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