October 8, 2013
[fic]: compass, dean/cas

[compass]
dean/castiel. ~3,300 words; SCHMOOP; pg-13; unbeta’ed. future!fic. 

a/n: the show premiers today, and i wanted to get in one last bunker!fic.

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2:24pm
  
Filed under: pairing: deancastiel 
October 4, 2013
thepillowverse:

(Poster Art by Guusana)
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THANK YOUS, FINAL PDFs and AO3 LINKS
All of us here at The Pillow Verse want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts: for reading, for sending us lovely notes of feedback and encouragement, and for following along with us on this summer adventure. It’s been a pleasure indulging in this project with you, and we’re beyond thrilled it’s been read and enjoyed! Below is a roundup of final links!
TUMBLR
Masterpost of Stories & Art
PDFs
Download the Final Full Series PDF (includes all of Guu’s art) (thanks to Nyoka for putting it together!)
Download Chapters 1-11 in Portugese (thanks to Caliel66!)
AO3
Read series in entirety at Archive of Our Own
Music Mixes (thanks to Dirtyovercoats for making these!)
The Pillow Verse: Volume I
The Pillow Verse: Volume II
Thank you all again! And may S9 bring us great Dean/Cas moments!
In Domestic Dean/Castiel Schoompy, Fluffy, Pillowy Love, Your Pillow Verse Team, Nyoka, Anna, Bexy, Guu, Katie, Rae, and Jenny ♥ 

thepillowverse:

(Poster Art by Guusana)

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THANK YOUS, FINAL PDFs and AO3 LINKS

All of us here at The Pillow Verse want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts: for reading, for sending us lovely notes of feedback and encouragement, and for following along with us on this summer adventure. It’s been a pleasure indulging in this project with you, and we’re beyond thrilled it’s been read and enjoyed! Below is a roundup of final links!

TUMBLR

Masterpost of Stories & Art

PDFs

Download the Final Full Series PDF (includes all of Guu’s art) (thanks to Nyoka for putting it together!)

Download Chapters 1-11 in Portugese (thanks to Caliel66!)

AO3

Read series in entirety at Archive of Our Own

Music Mixes (thanks to Dirtyovercoats for making these!)

The Pillow Verse: Volume I

The Pillow Verse: Volume II

Thank you all again! And may S9 bring us great Dean/Cas moments!

In Domestic Dean/Castiel Schoompy, Fluffy, Pillowy Love,
Your Pillow Verse Team,
Nyoka, Anna, Bexy, Guu, Katie, Rae, and Jenny ♥ 

September 18, 2013
[fic]: five years gone, dean/cas

[five years gone]
dean/castiel. ~1,300 words; adult; unbeta’ed; vague S9.

a/n: It’s been five years since I started shipping these two, and nothing has ever quite been the same. A little ficlet to mark the occasion. ♥

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10:01pm
  
Filed under: pairing: deancastiel 
May 15, 2013
[fic]: kingdom come, dean/cas

[kingdom come]
dean/castiel. ~1,460 words; SCHMOOPY pornlet; nc-17; unbeta’ed. vague future!fic.

for indee.

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9:20am
  
Filed under: pairing: deancastiel 
May 1, 2013
untitled (2)

nyokala:

for cj

This is how it goes sometimes: too sloppy, too rushed, too needy, too much too soon. Another battlefront: the push-pull under the covers, the tenuous balance of control, neither of them willing to let the other go. Heady-warm and bittersweet, everything is left behind in blood, sweat, come, and tears; bound in the sizzle-burn of skin against skin. And another motel room, this one in Georgia, where the sheets are rough, but the bed is warm, and Dean skims his nose along the smooth slope of Castiel’s neck, lingering at the collarbone, speaking his peace. Theirs is a secret that was never really a secret afterall: sliding, falling into place, mouths learning each other, tasting, keeping in memory. Heartbeats trapped between them, Castiel’s fingers trace the sharp cut of Dean’s jaw, Dean’s arms tighten around Castiel’s back, his hand curling low on Castiel’s hip. Castiel whispers, breathes his name into Dean’s chest, a soft imprint into skin, into bone, into soul. Castiel’s fingers find the soft, warm places between Dean’s legs; dark, holy, secret, Dean. Dean maps the dip and curve of Castiel’s back, down the lean slide of muscle, his fingers gripping softly around Castiel’s asscheeks. They press together, hard pricks and muffled gasps; they touch and need, without question. This is how it goes sometimes: too tender, too lost, too found, too in love.

May 1, 2013
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nyokala:

Interstate 70
Outside of Ravens, Utah

The world is shaped by the desert wind and sand, cradled by the sharp peaks of red mountains, and left under a sky bleached from blue to white.

“What now?” Dean asks, turning to Castiel, the October sun in his eyes.

Cas looks over at Dean, his hair tossed up by the wind, his eyes dark and daring.

They’re standing, side-by-side, shoulder-to-shoulder, their fingers loosely wound together. They drove for days to get here, although Dean’s not exactly sure where here is. But they’ve no particular place to be anyway, no final destination in mind. It’s just the road and the soft turn of the earth, the two of them standing alone at the top of the world.

Cas looks at Dean for a moment longer, smiles and eventually says, “What do you want to do now?”

“I…” Dean frowns, because he’s not really sure. The gates are closed. Sam is shacking up with Amelia and the dog. Kev, Garth, and Linda are vacationing in Florida (sending postcards every day). And Dean’s been driving for weeks, trying to figure his life out, trying to see a future for himself when he’s never had the freedom to see one before.

Cas showed up six days ago. Popped into the passenger seat of the Impala, making himself comfortable there, all his grooves and blunt lines slotting perfectly into the dark leather seats of his girl like he’s always been there. Like they all go together, somehow, some way.

They haven’t really talked about it though, but contentment curls up in Dean’s belly every time Cas fiddles with the radio, every time he asks for clarification on something Dean says, every time Dean cracks a joke at the angel’s expense.

Now Castiel’s hand is cool and dry in Dean’s own. Dean looks down at where their fingers lace together, the press of palm to palm. He turns Castiel’s hand over, letting the pads of his fingers trace the start and stop of his life line.

What do you want to do now?

Castiel’s waiting silence is warm, heavy enough to settle against Dean’s chest, to fit itself all along Dean’s too-sharp edges. Dean never thought he’d get here, to a place where everything feels possible, where the world is more light than shadow, more real than imagined.

Dean lets Castiel’s hand go, and slides his own along the back of Castiel’s neck. Castiel moves forward as if he’s been waiting for this, framing Dean’s face between his palms. They watch each other for a long moment, silent.

“I want to do…” Dean says after another beat, pausing because Castiel is moving forward at his voice, his soft lips sliding along Dean’s cheek, settling on Dean’s mouth.

Dean sucks in a breath; Castiel’s entire body is pressed warm against his, fit perfectly. He swallows, closes his eyes, and on a deep exhale he whispers, “This.”

May 1, 2013
[fic]: bulletproof, dean/cas

Bulletproof
Dean/Castiel. ~4,870 words; PWP; schmoop; NC-17; unbeta’ed. Follows 8.07.

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5:26pm
  
Filed under: pairing: deancastiel 
January 2, 2013

tevintersoldier said: Oh hai! I was just wondering if/when you're going to post the next part of The World is All Forgetting? It's my favourite fic atm, and I'm really looking forward to the next part!

Hi there! Sorry for the long, unexpected delay. I worked on the next part over the holidays and will be aiming to post some this weekend! Again thank you for reading and I apologize for the delay! <3

4:59pm
  
Filed under: asks 
January 2, 2013

Anonymous said: I love your fic. Thank you for sharing it with us.

Thank you so much for the note! I’m really glad you enjoy it <3

4:58pm
  
Filed under: asks 
January 2, 2013
[fic] and we came to learn the sea, dean/benny

and we came to learn the sea
dean/benny. ~2,900 words; future!fic; just some porn & fluff; nc-17; unbeta’ed.

for ashley

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"It’s better to think of my life like that — part miracle, part madness. It’s better if I accept that I can’t control any of the things that matter. My life is a trail of shipwrecks and set-sails. There are no arrivals, no destinations; there are only sandbanks and shipwreck; then another boat, another tide."—Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping

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4:57pm
  
Filed under: pairing: deanbenny