Ever since Dean Winchester got the Mark of Cain on his arm, his world has been turned upside down. His humanity is slowly dwindling away from his grasp and something entirely different takes a hold of him. Something foreign, monstrous even. He barely has control of his actions and every gut feeling inside of Dean is telling him to kill. In a tale that follows the story line of season 9 and 10, Dean must battle the demons taken residence inside him or be swallowed whole in the process. The only person, besides his brother, tethering himself to the ground would be Cas who won't seem to give up on Dean, no matter the acts he commits. The story of unlikely love. The Righteous Man. The Fallen Angel. And broken humanity. Only one will make it out alive. "I don't want to forget," Cas said, reaching over to grab his hand in his. "Then don't." He leaned in and placed his lips on top of Cas's, lingering in the state of things, wanting it to never end. This was timeless. This was forever. For every waking instant they were together, an eternity could fly by and merely feel like seconds. They say when you are at the verge of death, your life flashes before your very eyes but in this moment all he saw was Cas. His messy black hair that no matter the amount of brushing couldn't make it go down. His blue eyes that sparkled even if the sun was nowhere to be seen. His trenchcoat, red in some places, brown in others but still seemed to smell of his musk. All of it was him. He was his life."

E Dean o olhava. Olhava como se todos os deuses tivessem trabalhado meticulosamente para criar a mais bela das criaturas. O alfa faria de tudo para tê-lo. E teria que fazer de tudo para protegê-lo.

❝Eu estou sempre cansado, mas nunca de você.❞

Dean e castiel já haviam passado por muita coisa juntos, sempre matando e morrendo um pelo outro, eles nem sequer percebiam a necessidade que tinham de estarem próximos, próximos demais. ------------------------------------------------------- não indicado para menores

[Um dia ainda reviso isso, juro] Homens estão sendo atacados num retiro para casais e os irmãos Winchester resolvem dar uma olhada. Só há um único problema, os crimes incomuns se passam em um retiro gay onde apenas casais são permitidos. * Fic inspirada num post do tumblr * Postada também no Nyah e Spirit. 04/04/17 - 30/10/19

O azul já estava desbotado. E o verde também já perdera sua cor. Duas cores repletas de mágoas que ao se encontrarem puderam amenizar um pouco da dor que tanto sentiam. Bleu et vert: azul e verde. "Eu estava quebrado, e ele também. Nossos pedaços se juntavam perfeitamente, fazendo do nosso amor um belo desastre." [©mxshackles, 2017-2018]

❝Seis noites, sempre à meia noite, fazendo o que quisermos pela cidade por uma hora.❞

Onde Dean, escreve cartas a seu irmão, contando sobre seus dias e sobre o anjo de olhos azuis. Sam nunca responde, mas Dean sabe que ele as lê. [©mxshackles, 2018]

What begins as a transforming love between Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak in the summer of 1965 quickly derails into something far more tumultuous when Dean is drafted in the Vietnam War. Though the two both voice their relationship is one where saying goodbye is never a real truth, their story becomes fraught with the tragedy of circumstance. In an era where homosexuality was especially vulnerable, Twist and Shout is the story of the love transcending time, returning over and over in its many forms, as faithful as the sea. REMINDER_ Credit goes to the authors. Also, yes. THIS Is the ORIGINAL Twist and shout story .