Casey679 Doesn't Write Fanfiction

Title: Strong as the Weakest Link
Artist: OutofNowhere82
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural/Wincest
Rating: Explicit
Length: 4.6k
Warnings: None
Community: Wincest Reversebang 2023
Tags: D/s, angst, dom Dean, sub Sam, cock-warming

Summary: Sam has always wrestled with his anxiety. BDSM gave him an outlet in college, but now he and Dean are finding a new normal.

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The leather cord feels warm against Sam's neck – it's just a strap of leather, barely half an inch wide but deceptively strong, with a simple snap at the end to hold it in place. Sam could rip it off his neck at any time – but he won't.

The leather is a comforting contrast to the fine links of the chain that had rested there in the past, and he prefers that, even though he hadn't thought he would. The day collar had been from Jess.

-Links of chain scattering as the werewolf's claws missed his neck by centimeters, tinkling as they hit the ground like hail on the pavement, the last thing he had of Jess (shh,it'sallright,you'regood,baby,you'resogoodforme) fractured beyond repair and it only sinks in a few seconds after that, that it could have been his blood on the ground instead. The wolf's body hits the ground, already shrinking back into the figure of the poor doomed security guard who'd been bitten, and Sam's suddenly on his knees, scrabbling to gather up the broken pieces of metal as Dean impatiently tells him they need to go-

The leather cord feels like a new start.
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Title: Fire at Midnight
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural RPF
Rating: PG13
Length: 5.4k
Warnings: None
Community: SPN J2 Xmas Exchange 2022
Tags: Grief, healing, pagan themes

Summary: It's Jared's first Yule since his gran passed on, and it's harder than ever for him to believe that the light will return. It might just take a little bit of a yuletide miracle to find his faith until the sun returns.

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The solstice is meant to be shared. Jared's gran had been fond of saying that. "The light comes from our hearts as much as the sun, Jay. When it's darkest, that's when we need the most light. We share it with each other to keep the fires burning until the sun returns."

Jared's gran wouldn't have approved of him spending the solstice alone, not in the slightest.

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For the curious, Jensen's song is Jethro Tull's Fire at Midnight.

Title: Heaven, After All
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural/Wincest
Rating: Explicit
Length: 2.4k
Warnings: Post-finale, so they're both already dead
Community: Saturday Night Specials
Tags: public sex

Summary: They get on the road and just – go. The map in the glove compartment has just two locations, "here" and "there". Dean's doesn't need anything more than that. Destinations mean monsters and cases and killing. "There" means anywhere they feel like going. "There" means freedom.

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Sam gets better in Heaven.

It sounds like it should be obvious, like, that's what Heaven's for, right? A lifetime of righteous service rewarded, et cetera, et cetera.

But this – this is more than Dean could have hoped for. This isn't just "Sam, at peace and out of danger". This is the disappearance of that infinitesimal hunch that Sam always carried around with him, the need to make himself smaller, lesser out of some mistaken belief that he should be. This is the way Sam's face gradually looks younger, more innocent as wrinkles recede, brows unfurrow, lips lose that slight bit of constant tension. This is the way Sam slowly stops flinching at loud noises, sudden movements, raised voices. At Dean's hand, voice, movement. The way he smiles more, laughs longer, and lets himself indulge in living the way he never would while he was actually alive.

This is Sam healing.

It's Dean healing, too.

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Title: Breathing in Sulfur
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural/Wincest
Rating: Explicit
Length: 2.9k
Warnings: Non-con but Sam is at least a little into it
Communit: Saturday Night Specials, Salt-Burn-Porn

Summary: "Dean finds Sam in Pontiac, holed up in the Astoria Hotel. Room 207. It doesn't take more than a few minutes of surveillance before he knows coming back was the right decision." Dean comes back from Hell after Lilith's hellhounds rip him to shreds. He doesn't come back human, but that's just part of the plan. And the rest of the plan is just: Sammy.

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Dean finds Sam in Pontiac, holed up in the Astoria Hotel. Room 207. It doesn't take more than a few minutes of surveillance before he knows coming back was the right decision.

It takes everything he's got not to interrupt as the bitch in the hooker skinsuit fucks his baby brother and then offers to fuck him up even more, dripping her blood into a flask like it's some fine vintage scotch instead of the two-dollar bottom-of-the-barrel skunk water that it is. Then she leaves, but not before running her goddamn hand down his neck and chest, right over the necklace that – Dean's necklace, like she has any right – like he shouldn't just take her hand and peel the skin away from her flesh just for daring to-

No. Sam comes first. Sam always comes first.

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Title: Caged Heat
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural/Wincest
Rating: Explicit
Length: 1.9k words
Series: Caged Desires
Community: Saturday Night Specials

Summary: Of course it's not right. Dean would be the first person to admit that indulging in kinky chastity sex games with your brother is the furthest thing from right. But it's hot as fuck. And what's the worst that God's gonna do to them? Send them to hell? Been there, done that, buddy.

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There's a short list of things Dean would have loved to be if he hadn't been a hunter.

Bounty hunter.

Firefighter.

Stuntman.

Racecar driver.

Bronco buster.

Yeah, especially that last one.

Bronco buster. Just thinking about it is enough to get Dean's dick hard: the hat, the jeans, the chaps, the spurs, the lasso, the feeling of taking something skittish and powerful and dangerous and making it bend under your hand. In fact, there's nothing about it that doesn't turn Dean on – except the horse, maybe. Then again, Dean's never imagined dealing with horses when he daydreams about it. After all, the thrill of breaking in a horse has got nothing on the thrill of breaking in Sam Winchester.

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Title: A Little Filthy
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural (Dean/Sam)
Author: casey679
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Hand Jobs, Public Sex
Length: 1.1k words
Community: Saturday Night Specials, BroBoneBang2022
Summary: Sam recognizes the tone in Dean's voice a minute too late. By the time the protests are lodged in his throat – this place is disgusting and there are people not even thirty feet away from us and Sam's favorite, we're on the fucking clock Dean and I'm not going to die on a hunt with my dick in your hand – Dean's got Sam's collar locked in his fist, trapping Sam close enough to smell the whiskey and hamburger on his breath.

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"Relax," Dean says, like anyone could do it and Sam's just an idiot or something.

Sam snorts and flips his coat collar up a little higher. Relax - yeah, right.

Relax, like it isn't barely 55 degrees in the alley where they're lurking, waiting to see if the creature they're hunting bothers to show up. Like it isn't 2 a.m. and the only people they've seen are club kids drunk off their asses and a homeless guy who stopped to piss against a dumpster and tried to bum a cigarette off them. Like they didn't eat hours ago and Sam's stomach isn't growling, despite the fact that the alley smells like the grease left in the deep-fryer for far too long at the Jack-in-the-Box around the corner. Grease and ash, his mind corrects, because the business around the other corner is a mortuary and you can never quite escape the faint-but-ubiquitous smell that always surrounds a crematorium.

Trapped between French fries and a funeral - if that isn't a metaphor for Sam's life. But sure, he should just relax.

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Title: Night Out
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural (Dean/Sam)
Author: casey679
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: BDSM, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Face Fucking, Dom Dean, Sub Sam
Length: 1.5k words
Community: Saturday Night Specials, BroBoneBang2022
Summary: The men on the dance floor part before him. They're all there looking to stoke their fire, but Dean's a simmering volcano ready to blow, even incongruously dressed in his FBI suit. Dean can see the minute Sam notices him. His eyes widen in surprise - and then he grins, licks his lips, and throws his head back unrepentantly. He'll be repentant soon enough, Dean thinks.

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Sam would never be caught dead in a place like this - loud and dark, full of pulsating music, strobing lights and leather-clad men dancing far too close to each other. There's a pounding bass beat that reverberates down the spine, and a singer yowling about sex on wheels, and naked men in cages along the walls grinding against the bars while eager hands reach up to grope and fondle and touch. It's the kind of place that has bowls with condoms, packets of lube and wet wipes instead of peanuts on the tables, and benches along the walls filled with writhing bodies. It's not a place people go to think and research in quiet contemplation – it's a place they go to let loose and lose their inhibitions. To fuck and be fucked.

No, Dean thinks as he stalks towards the dance floor, Sam would never go to a club like this.

And even if he did, he definitely wouldn't have dared to strip down to a collar and a pair of jeans so tight they might as well be painted on. And he definitely, definitely wouldn't be letting men feel him up while he danced.

Men that aren't Dean.

Not without permission.

But it's Sam, so of course he would, and has, and is.

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Title: Copper and Ash
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural (Dean/Sam)
Author: casey679
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Bloodplay, D/s
Length: 3.7k words
Series: Wild Times at the Impala
Community: Saturday Night Specials
Summary: There were no rules that governed waking up with the coppery taste of blood coating your tongue, and more of it dried and flaking down your jaw. No hard-and-fast rules for realizing that the gash in your side that you thought might just kill you was now pink and scarred like a few days had passed with a few short hours of sleep, even the holes around the small, neat row of stitches looking healthy and healed. And there were definitely no guidelines for handling the foggy memory of a man writhing above and underneath you, his hands and mouth sticky and red, hot and passionate, almost too pretty to be real and too wild to be human.

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One of the first things John Winchester taught his son was that life could generally be divided into two categories: times when you could wing it, and times when you needed to follow the rules – not necessarily the law, mind you, just the rules to a particular situation. The key, John said, was figuring out which category applied to a given situation before you got too deep in the shit to dig yourself back out. Dean was two years into his deployment before he understood the biggest flaw with that philosophy: sometimes you didn't know the rules you needed to worry about until you were already waist deep in the shit without a shovel.

There were no rules that governed waking up with the coppery taste of blood coating your tongue, and more of it dried and flaking down your jaw. No hard-and-fast rules for realizing that the gash in your side that you thought might just kill you was now pink and scarred like a few days had passed with a few short hours of sleep, even the holes around the small, neat row of stitches looking healthy and healed. And there were definitely no guidelines for handling the foggy memory of a man writhing above and underneath you, his hands and mouth sticky and red, hot and passionate, almost too pretty to be real and too wild to be human.

A smart man would write the whole thing off as a wacky emo-vampire-Peter Pan-wannabe hallucination brought on by blood loss and the last bit of lucy working its way out of his system and high-tail it the fuck out of there. And Dean was a smart man. Usually, anyway.

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Title: (un)Caged
Fandom/Pairing: Supernatural/Wincest
Author: casey679
Rating: Explicit
Length: 1.6k words
Series: Caged Desires
Community: Saturday Night Specials

There's never been a time when Dean wasn't aware of Sam. Even when Dean was so angry he could barely stand to look at him, or so ashamed he could barely stand to meet his eyes, he always knew where Sam was, like some tiny part of his brain was dedicated to constantly monitoring his brother's proximity and well-being. But this… this is a whole new level. Because now, Sammy is looking right back. Now, he can really feel that he is the center of Sam's world, the way that Sam's always been the center of his.

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There's a current SPN/SPN-RPF fanworks charity auction happening on Twitter - creators voluntering to make art, write words, or do other things as random draw prizes for people who have made charity donations. (Details below!)

I've volunteered to write words as prizes, but I've also offered up a different item for the auction: I can help turn your LiveJournal fanfics into ready-to-transfer documents for posting on AO3, either via Microsoft Word docs or Google docs. I do this kind of data formatting all the time for work, and for my own posts. If your fanfics only exist on LJ, this is a great option for moving them to a site dedicated to fan works and freedom of speech.


Auction details:


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