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Allow me to direct you to the Masterpost, where you will find nearly 60,000 words of Dean/Castiel fic to read at your leisure.

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With art by zerda_vulpes, who is the bestest ever and nearly killed herself getting this done on time, and who is no doubt enjoying a very well-deserved sleep right now. But I mean, dang, look at that--*whistles*. It's gorgeous.
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19 November 2013 @ 10:30 pm
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Title: Pulling Out The Nails
Author: todisturbtheuni
Artist: zerda_vulpes
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural, The Bartimaeus Sequence/Humor, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel; background Sam/Jess; other background, minor pairings
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~58,000
Warnings: References to torture; deep psychological scarring; a lot of vehement and creative cursing; canon-level violence
Summary: Dean Winchester is the last general of a failing Resistance, and Castiel is the djinni sent to assassinate him. Given Castiel’s rebellious history, his master should have known better than to put him within a hundred miles of Dean. Together, they hatch a last desperate plan to end the tyranny of the magicians, and despite their obvious differences, find a peculiar salvation in one another. (Otherwise known as The Bartimaeus Sequence AU.)
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You can also read this fic on AO3.


A Short Glossary + Author's Notes
1. Lawrence, 1983
2. Seneca State Forest, West Virgina, 2009
3. Negotiations
4. Tenterhooks
5. Ceasefire
6. Compassion
7. Division
8. Vengeance
9. Comfort
10. Lull
11. Trespass
12. Safe
13. Dominoes
14. Brace
15. Impact
16. Dismissal
17. Unbound
18. Stay
Epilogue
 
 
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19 November 2013 @ 10:25 pm

Back to 18. Stay, or go to the Masterpost.

Dean had been wrong about Sam's return timetable. It was a week before they managed to get in touch; Sam called his burner phone from a hospital in Texas, his voice garbled with exhaustion and relief when Dean picked up. "I saw it," he stammered out, "on TV, the night Jess—Jess—"

"Just tell me it's a girl," Dean said, grinning, and Sam half-laughed, half-cried a yes.

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Back to 17. Unbound, or go to the Masterpost.

Dean had never felt his mortality more keenly than when he was no longer, technically speaking, mortal. At least, he definitely didn't feel mortal.

All that rage—all that powerlessness—burst forth from the dam that had stopped it all up inside him, because he didn't need to hide it anymore, because he wasn't powerless anymore. Thanks to Castiel, he was free. For the first time in his life, he could do something more than scrape their best shot together and pray.

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Back to 16. Dismissal, or go to the Masterpost.

Dean dropped to the ground just in time. A dozen feet from him, flying through the air, a silvery orb exploded. He put his head down, covering his ears, and felt the muffled blast sweep over him, just before someone—magician or spirit, it was hard to tell—started screaming in agony.

He only had a few seconds while they were distracted. A few seconds to slip out of sight, take cover somewhere safe, and go after Cas. His plan didn't seem likely to work, but he hadn't bargained on these half-possessed hybrids crashing the party, and given the circumstances, he was doing what he could.

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Back to 15. Impact, or go to the Masterpost.

Dean hated being knocked out.

True, it had sort of been part of the plan—an unavoidable one, in fact—but the grogginess that came after wasn't really good for survival. There were always a few minutes of struggling to remember where he'd been, what he'd been doing, why was he flat on his back in a cold cell with non-iron bars as though whoever had built it wanted to make it easier for demons to move around—

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Back to 14. Brace, or go to the Masterpost.

Maybe it was because Sam was safe, or maybe it was because he'd truly made his peace, but Dean felt at ease as they approached the outskirts of Washington. Crowley's shop was in a dingy back alley—not the standard for magicians at all, but he was in disgrace; it wasn't so surprising, in the end. This would be an opportunity he couldn't pass up: Dean Winchester, leader of that pesky Resistance, walking right into his shop and handing himself over. If he didn't see that as a way to get back in with the big wigs a few miles east, then he really didn't know a good deal when he saw one.

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Back to 13. Dominoes, or go to the Masterpost.

Beside him, Castiel slumped against the passenger-side door. His seventh-plane form looked worse, somehow, than Jimmy's beaten and bruised visage, though that was enough to make Dean flinch on his own. Those great, feathery wings looked badly broken; Anna had been trampling them when Dean chased her off. Chased her off. Christ. She could already be reporting to Azazel. She could be on her way back with reinforcements. They could be leading her right to camp.

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Back to 12. Safe, or go to the Masterpost.

Dean and Castiel fell into a routine, and the camp fell in around them.

There was no longer a chance that Castiel would let Dean out of his sight for things like meals and chores. He was forever at Dean's elbow, always on guard, Vonnegut abandoned on the bookshelves of Dean's cabin. At first, this caused a disturbance among members of the camp; some people refused to be in the same room as the djinni, and some people shifted in discomfort even if they remained, but Dean ignored them all. At breakfast, Dean had little to say, anyway. He wasn't much of a morning person until he'd downed at least one cup of coffee.

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Back to 11. Trespass, or go to the Masterpost.

Dean didn't attempt the same variety of interrogation tactics with Meg as he had with Castiel. Either he'd run out of energy, or he knew how useless it was; Castiel wondered, not for the first time, if Dean had had a prior run-in with the djinni. It had been several years since Castiel had last run into Meg, after all, and Dean's path could have easily crossed hers in that time. Meg had been a favorite of Alastair's. The two had gotten along as only fellows in inflicting pain could.

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