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Dean Winchester is just trying to keep his shit together. Being a firefighter keeps him busy, his friends keep him laughing, and no one asks too many questions.
That is until the day he walks into a little bookstore and meets Castiel, a man who has plenty secrets of his own, and seems just as weird as the shop he runs.
Or: A story about finally letting yourself want more, and trying not to run when it actually shows up.
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Very slowly, Dean turns. "How'd you know I was here about a room?"
"Power of deduction," says Castiel, leaning against the doorway. "I mean, you're not after pot, and I'm pretty sure we haven't slept together." He grins wolfishly, gaze sliding over Dean's body. "You, I'd remember."
Dean's been hit on by guys before, but never so blatantly, let alone by a semi-naked dude in a kimono. A hot blush warms his cheeks, and he covers his shock with cockiness, tilting his head and grinning. "Sorry to disappoint you, Cas, but I don't swing that way."
Castiel throws back his head and laughs. "And you want to live here? What, did your friends put you up to this?"
"Actually, yeah." Dean raises an eyebrow. "Is that a problem for you?"
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- Part 1 of All I Want Is You
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The last time anyone did this for him, Dean was young enough that there was no component of lust. Oil didn’t soak his feathers or drip down his ribs then, there was no discomfort from his hard cock trapped in his jeans. Grooming can be an innocent affection, but it can also be more.
Cas is a professional, and Dean is a fucking creep.
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Coming back from a hunt gone wrong, Dean stitches up a newly mortal Cas in their hotel room. Which would be all fine and good, if Castiel could stop wondering what Dean's eyelashes would feel like brushing against his face. His cheek. His chest…his belly…his…
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Coming back from a hunt gone wrong, Dean stitches up a newly mortal Cas in their hotel room. Which would be all fine and good, if Castiel could stop wondering what Dean's eyelashes would feel like brushing against his face. His cheek. His chest…his belly…his…
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tucked beneath my muscle memory was you by downtheroadandupthehill
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
28 Dec 2025
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Still, he’s felt like absolute shit for weeks, and the idea of sitting in his hotel room, where he would probably masturbate, cry, and have another night of fitful sleep, did not make him feel any better. Getting to be skin to skin with Ilya Rozanov did. And surely Rozanov wouldn’t be demanding Shane make a nest in his damn bed if he didn’t fully intend on actually kissing him in it and keeping him there until morning, right?
Maybe that would be enough to pick Shane up out of this drop, keep it from happening again.
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After not sending the "we didn't kiss" text, Shane's omega hormones go into distress mode. Despite trying to hide his symptoms and play through the misery, when Ilya Rozanov finds out what's going on, the alpha Shane's body wants most is determined to fix it.
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- Part 1 of mutual instincts
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Shane pulls back, carefully cradling Ilya’s face. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”
“You don’t want to?” Ilya’s eyes are bottomless; swimming with grief. He says it like he really means, You don’t want me?
“That isn’t what I mean,” Shane says gently, brushing his thumb over Ilya’s cheekbone. Ilya’s eyes flutter shut, as if being treated so tenderly causes him physical pain. Like he isn’t used to it. “You’re hurting. I don’t want you to regret it in the morning.”
Ilya’s eyes open. “I have never regretted a moment with you.”
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Or: the missing hotel room scene in Florida after Shane comforts Ilya.
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Fanning the Flames by cjr2
Fandoms: Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid, Heated Rivalry (TV)
11 Dec 2025
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The Voyageurs ask Shane to join FanMail in order to foster a better connection with fans. Internet sleuths start to notice some interesting details in the background of Shane’s videos, and then the internet does...what the internet does.
Or Shane and Ilya are granted an opportunity to come out on their own terms. Sort of. And in they do it in a very Ilya way. (Surprisingly, it is Shane’s idea)
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Ilya’s hand wraps around his bare wrist and squeezes. Shane barely stops himself from collapsing to his knees.
The pressure lights up every receptor of his touch-starved nervous system, wrenching a small, pained noise from the back of his throat. Every muted sensation comes flooding back so intensely that it almost hurts. He needs Ilya to hold him down until there’s nothing inside him but quiet. He wants to sink into him and disappear.
It takes Shane an entire beat to remember where they are. Fighting against the fog in his mind, he manages to drag his gaze up to meet Ilya’s.
There’s a slow-dawning horror and understanding on Ilya’s face.
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Or: Shane is in subdrop after their encounter in Vegas. Ilya fixes it.
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“...Hollander,” He hears Rozanov say, urgent like it’s not the first time he’s said it. “Shane,” he follows it up with, and that snaps him out of it. He’s never called him that. Shane, reluctantly, lifts his face a little, eyes glazed over as he meets Rozanov’s eyes.
“What?”
“You stink,” Rozanov says, concern dripping. “No, you—fuck. You reek. What is—” Ilya’s fingers lift up, tugging at the scent patch, revealing more of the spot beneath it. Even Shane can smell himself at that point. He does reek. Reeks of heat, of Omega, of honey and sweetness, of something that would melt on your tongue.
Shane reefs himself back. The Omega inside him aches, mourns, whimpers at the loss of contact. It’s needed, though. He scrambles back, hand slapping at his neck to force the peeled patch back down over his scent gland. He backs up till his spine knocks against the bathroom stall.
“You are in heat at award show? Why would you hide this? Why would you not call out sick? Are you—are you insane? You care this much about trophy?”
OR Shane goes into heat in Vegas