Pride Month
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Out and mostly proud, Dean heads to The Quest, a bar with good music and even better distractions, hoping to dip his toe into the pride pool. What he doesn't expect is Castiel—a devastatingly intense, soft-spoken man with no understanding of personal space and every intention of ruining Dean for anyone else.
One drink leads to a kiss, and that kiss leads to Dean on his knees, then face-down and blushing in a hotel bed, whispering please against the pillows.
Gentle turns rough. Flirting turns filthy. And somewhere between the sheets and the silence afterward, Dean realizes he’s never let himself be seen like this before—and maybe, just maybe, he actually fucking loves it.
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Dean’s heart thudded. He licked his lips again, smiled crookedly, and muttered, “Well, lead the way—unless you wanna fuck out here.”
Castiel’s brows arched in surprise, a flush creeping up the slope of his cheekbones at the boldness—but it was interest that flickered in his eyes, not disapproval.
“You’re bolder than you look,” Castiel said, low and amused.
Dean smirked, his hand brushing Castiel’s as they started walking toward the door. “You have no idea.”
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- Part 1 of Pride Month
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When Claire left for college, Castiel was left alone in a house that felt more like a mausoleum than a home. At thirty-eight, the silence wasn’t comforting—it gnawed at him. Then Dean Winchester moved in next door: loud, young, and reckless, with his roaring engine, shameless smirks, and oil-slicked jeans slung low on his hips. Castiel told himself he was too old, too sensible to care—but he looked. Dean noticed. And teased. He smoked just to provoke, worked shirtless just to be watched. They were opposites in every way, circling each other with heat and hesitation, both painfully aware of the tension crackling between them—but neither brave enough to touch the spark.
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“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Castiel said, and even as the words left his mouth, his gaze dropped—first to Dean’s lips, then lower, to the hard press of Dean’s body against his own.
Dean didn’t falter.
“Give me one good reason why not,” he said, voice husky but steady. “And I’ll stop.”
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- Part 2 of Pride Month
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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
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Castiel never thought he'd set foot in Lawrence, Kansas again. The town was a relic of his past—dusty roads, wide skies, and memories he’d folded up and tucked away. But when the family estate landed in his lap, something in him stirred. Curiosity, maybe. Closure. Or just the pull of home, calling him back. Before he knew it, his apartment in Chicago was left behind, his bags were packed, and he was pulling down the long driveway of the house he used to run through barefoot as a boy.
The faces were familiar—some weathered, some unchanged—but none hit him harder than Dean Winchester. Once the lanky, sharp-smiled troublemaker who used to sneak pie from the windowsill and drag Castiel into every wild scheme, now a full-grown man with a body built from labor, tattoos curling up his knuckles, hands and arms like smoke, and a voice deeper than Castiel remembered. He owned a brewery on the edge of town, wore flannel and grease like a second skin, and still had that same devil-may-care glint in his eye.
Castiel came back for a house.
He wasn’t expecting the ride Dean Winchester was about to take him on—wild, hot-blooded, and anything but simple.
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- Part 4 of Pride Month
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With the world teetering on the edge of the apocalypse, Dean figures there's at least one good deed left he can manage before everything burns—helping his best friend Castiel finally lose his virginity. It's the least he can do for the guy who’s literally dragged him out of Hell and stuck by his side through every demon, angel, and existential crisis in between.
But Castiel, ever the wild card in a trench coat, has conditions.
He doesn't want just anyone. He wants Dean.
At first, Dean laughs it off, swears the angel’s just confused, or maybe trying to be sentimental with the world ending and all. But then Cas says it again. Dead serious. Blue eyes smoldering. No shame. No hesitation. Just a quiet, sincere request to let Dean be his first—and maybe, his only.
And Dean? He’s definitely on board. Too on board.
He’s not sure what’s more terrifying—the impending end of humanity, or how badly he wants this. Wants him.
Because when an angel says he wants you, body and soul… how the hell are you supposed to say no?
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- Part 5 of Pride Month