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  1. Public Bookmark 92

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    "I can help with other things, too. I've been told I'm good with my hands." Dean winks, watching to see how the quip lands.
    There isn't really a height difference between them, but the older man is thicker, heavier with age and muscle and time. He's broader and probably stronger, if not for the injury. Dean could outrun him, if he had to, but to where? His own front door?
    He reaches out a hand to touch Mr. Novak's belt, presses a finger to the silver buckle there.
    "Been told I'm good with my mouth, too."
     
    It's Summer in Sugar Run, Florida. John has disappeared to God knows where, and Dean is doing whatever he can to make ends meet and keep food on the table. He's used to doing all sorts of odd jobs–but working for the taciturn and slightly strange older man on the other side of the park presents a new set of challenges...and a new set of rewards.

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    08 Jul 2026

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    After Metatron steals Castiel's grace, and Cas comes to live in the bunker, Dean spends a lot of time with him, sharing all of his favourite things. Dean can't help it if sharing things with Cas just makes everything better. Besides, it's Dean's job as Cas' friend to introduce him to the joys of human life. To teach him how to be human.

    And if one of the experiences they end up sharing is sex with women, well... that's just part of Dean's job as Cas' friend too, right?

    The desire is triangulated, the rituals are intricate.
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    “You know you can’t turn Cas into a mini-Dean,” Sam said

    “First, if I did, Cas'd be all set, 'cause I'm awesome,” Dean said. “Second, that’s not what this is about. Cas needs to know how to get by in the world. He needs someone to teach him how to just be a guy.”

    Sam’s face scrunched up. “He already is just a guy.”

    “But he doesn’t know how to be one,” Dean insisted, like it was an obvious fact, and Sam was a little dim for not getting it.

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    05 Jul 2026

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    Cas dies and Dean starts referring to himself as a widower. This is somewhat confusing for everyone involved.

    (Inspired by *that* tumblr post; linked in notes)

    (Canon MCD not tagged because it's temporary)

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    01 Jul 2026

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    Holland was so heartbreakingly obvious, Jack almost felt bad for him. Sometimes, the urge to take pity and swoop down—grab Holland by the tie, or the colorful lapel—and just plant one on him was almost too strong to bear.

    But he couldn’t be sure whether Holland wanted him because he wanted him, or if it was because Jack was already there, steady and useful and safe. If it was only because of that, then it wasn’t worth the risk of losing the good thing they already had going, no matter how much Jack wanted him, too.

     

    previously titled “walk away with victory”!

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    01 Jul 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 68

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    In the early afternoon, he finally hears the bedroom door click open, and footsteps padding down the hall.

    "Thank God you're finally awake," Holland says, still hunched over the paper. "Jack, baby, they got me fucking stumped, they're making up new words. What's an eight-letter synonym for life, starting with a V?"

    There's no reply. Healy can usually think of at least one thing to throw out, even if it doesn't fit. The silence goes on for a beat too long, and Holland didn't hear him move to the kitchen. He turns around —

    — and it's Healy, standing there, it's definitely Healy, but it's a Healy who looks like he's in his fucking twenties.

    His face is completely unlined — his hair is dark, not a speck of gray — and he's staring right back at Holland.

    "Um." Holland's at a complete loss. "Hi."

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    28 Jun 2026