Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural) Additional Tags: Suptober 2025 (Supernatural), Promt: Baking, Baking, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reconciliation, Found Family, Love Confession, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dean Winchester Being an Idiot, Memories of Mary Winchester, healing through food, comfort food as a love language, Post-Apocalypse Peace, Soft Domestic Moment in the Bunker Series: Part 13 of Suptober 2025 Summary:
Dean only wanted a clean home. Instead, he stumbled upon a piece of the past that smelled like apples and cinnamon — and someone who reminded him that healing sometimes starts quietly.
For a split second, his brain couldn’t process what his eyes were seeing. Flour. Everywhere.
A white haze hung in the air, drifting lazily through the weak overhead light like mist. On the floor — a broken egg. Nearby, a bowl filled with what might once have been dough. The counter looked like a war zone of parchment paper, sticky spoons, and an open bag of sugar bleeding across the surface.
And in the middle of it all stood Cas. Wearing a crookedly tied apron, dusted in flour from his hair to his shoulders, a white handprint smudged across his hip where he’d tried to wipe himself clean. He was just closing the oven door with an expression of quiet satisfaction — like he’d just achieved something monumental.
Dean stayed where he was, halfway down the stairs, staring. His eyes flicked from the sink to the floor, across the counters, then back to Cas. Grease still on his hands. Sweat still on his brow. And Cas... smiled.
“What the hell did you do to my kitchen?!”
@suptober
Domestic!Wincest AU Idea. Sam has been having trouble sleeping, so he has Rowena cook up some 'Sandman Powder' (a little less potent than Djjin Juice, but it does the trick.) Anyway, he places it under his pillow and falls asleep only to wake up in a world where he and Dean are married with an infant named Jack. They have date nights, spend bath time/bed time with their kid and love the life they live.
But yes, in this world they are still brothers.
And no, it doesn't matter because they live in a town where no one knows their names.
And how, you ask? Because they left hunting behind to pursue an apple pie life...
So what's the problem, Sam can't seem to wake up. He asks Alt Dean for help, but the more time he spends there the more he begins to fall in love. Or maybe he does wake up and he struggles with his normal day to day knowing that in another world he and Dean being in love is a possibility. Maybe he gets addicted to that dream world and wants to stay there forever, but he knows he can't... IDK, still working the kinks out with his one but yeah. Just had an idea and thought I'd share.
(Might put on AO3, might not. Who knows 🤷🏾♀️)
Damned If I Do
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Lisa Braeden
Look, I know how some people feel about Lisa lol. But I always thought she and Dean should've been endgame. She held him down when he couldn't do it himself, and he loved her and Ben so much. They all deserved more.
Summary: Lisa's thoughts as she fights for her life, and for her son, and this time for Dean. Word Count: 4,500 Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff and feels
Damned If I Do
Lisa fought every damn inch she was dragged out of the splintered front door of her home.
She dug her heels into the cracks of the driveway and screamed until her throat ached, even with the large and sweaty hand clamped over her mouth.
It was broad daylight on a Sunday, yet none of the neighbors even came out of their houses to see Lisa and Ben Braeden being shoved into the backseat of a black sedan.
She held Ben to her like a lifeline and forced herself to breathe slowly. In through her nose and silently out through her mouth. Craning her head to glance through the back window, her wide brown eyes watched their house grow smaller and smaller until she had to swallow a lump of hysteria.
The image of her boyfriend of three weeks lying entirely still on her living room floor replayed over and over behind her eyes, his neck twisted into an impossible angle and blood dripping from his mouth.
Matt. They'd killed Matt. And they'd taken her and her son. They were probably going to kill her and Ben too.
"Mom," Ben whispered.
Lisa had never asked for this. All she'd ever wanted after Ben was born was a quiet life. A quiet and happy life that didn't include monsters and black sedans with leather seats that smelled like sulfur.
"Mom," Ben said more insistently. Lisa's attention snapped to her son, who was surprisingly calm, if still scared.
"It's gonna be okay," he promised. "I called Dean."
His Lucky Charm: Apple Pie Life
Type: one-shot to (mini)series or a standalone
Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 5000
Summary: The first time you talked to Steve Rogers, he earned himself an apple pie. Now, several dates in, he earned himself a lesson in making one.
And maybe some cuddles and kisses in between.
Warnings: mention of a death of a parent, brief allusions to smut, terrible puns, language and sugar-overdose with pie (and fluff)
A/N: Can be read as a fluffy standalone, I suppose. Timeline-wise it’s set after chapter one, BUT it contains HUGE spoilers for other chapters since it’s from reader’s POV. Seriously. If you read this before chapter two/three, it will spoil the hell outta this series and I think you’ll lose part of the experience.
A/N: Following a His Lucky Charm challenge, three of you earned themselves the right for a drabble request. Right. A drabble. This one is for @annathesillyfriend and her request simply reading apple pies.
The giddy feeling a single ring of a doorbell awoke in you might seem ridiculous to some, but here you were, catching yourself smiling wide when you heard it.
If that feeling wasn’t followed by a brief worry, it would be perfect; but you weren’t complaining. In fact, you welcomed it, because it made this date – your seventh now – much more palpable. As you let Steve up, waiting by the door for him, you checked your outfit of a little too simple long-sleeve and leggings and tried to mentally prepare yourself for the sight to come.
This was the shortest Steve ever had between a mission and a date with you, only having arrived from an impromptu two-day mission in an undisclosed location three hours ago. When you had found out about the mission almost colliding with your date plans, you offered to cancel without hesitation, despite being as excited about the date night. You didn’t want Steve to push himself through exhaustion and perhaps some pretty strange mind-space, but he insisted he’d actually welcome it.
You made him swear that if his opinion changed, he would call it off even if it was five minutes prior, no matter that you had changed your schedule at the café already. You promised you wouldn’t be mad at him (but didn’t admit you’d be sad.)
Steve called off nothing.
So here you were on a Friday night, face to face with a gorgeous man with a band-aid on his left cheek and a dim shadow of a bruise under his eye, smiling at you sheepishly, but holding out a plastic bag with almost twenty Granny Smiths with undeniable enthusiasm.
I was thinking about Ben. We know he doesn't remember Dean, but what if he still remembers all the things Dean taught him? Like one day at 17 he's driving home and he stops to help an old lady with her car and it's only once he's back in the road 45 minutes later that he realizes that he never learned to fix car in his damn life. Lisa was already an adult so if things are a little different in her routine she probably wouldn't notice, but Dean was here while Ben was a kid, while he was learning, and I'm sure Dean taught him a lot of things.
I think the car fixing would be the first time he notices and then he starts to pay attention to the little details, like when he makes a movie references but then realizes he doesn't remember watching the movie, or when he tells a fact about ancient Greek lore and when someone ask ''how do you know that?'' he's unable to answer.
Imagine a Ben Braeden who knows he forgot something, something important, but who can't remember.