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To Escape Inside
Dogsled
Summary:
A Destiel Handmaid's Tale AU. Please look at the tags before reading! I've added tags which allude to things that happen in this dystopia and may not be actually happening to the main characters in the fic, just to ensure that everyone's comfort levels are taken account of. This is a very dark A/B/O dystopia! Consider this fair warning, it is not for the faint of heart!
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Dean Winchester was once of the best damn supernatural hunters in the world. He's also an Omega, and while the typical gender roles of society used to have him frustrated at the best of times, at least he was free; at least his choices were his own. Now the Seraphim have taken over things have changed drastically. Alphas command households and captured Omega are forcefully impregnated by their Seraphim Alphas. Dean didn't make it across the border with his brother. He's haunted by his near escape. Still, the coming of the Seraphim doesn't seem to be a case at all. Humans are just that crazy.
Or so he thought.
When Dean joins Castiel's household, things only spiral more out of control. Somehow as the Jacaranda blossoms fall in the garden, Dean falls against his better judgement for his new Alpha.
Includes NSFW Art
Dividers
For both the main banner and the dividers, I went with the Jacaranda theme, pulling the beautiful purple colors from the petals to work into the lettering as well as the filter I used over the art itself. I carried that filter through the scenes below, so everything is in the same purple hue.
Scenes
((Obviously, spoilers ahead))
Dean was supposed to offer a greeting, but Castiel’s wife beat him to it. It was immediately obvious just how angry she was by the tone of her voice, and Dean flinched. “A male omega?” Castiel made a sound in the back of his throat. “Does it matter? Gender is hardly our primary concern, only viability.”
This manip was pretty easy, as this is a Castiel/Hannah scene from the show. I changed up the background, the same of which is repeated in a picture below.
Clean. This was his opportunity to get clean, to groom himself, to shave himself, rather than having a stranger do it for him. But all he could think of, despite the unique pleasure, was what would happen to him this evening, where he would be in just a few hours time, and how much he wanted nothing less than to grab a blade from the kitchen and just run, even knowing that he wouldn’t get further than the end of the block.
Bruises are hard, but I think this one came out okay! I was pretty happy with how the manip turned out overall, though when I squint I kind of see Elijah Wood instead of Jensen?!
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One moment he was looking at Sam’s back, and the next he was on his face in the dirt, and someone was kneeling on his back, saying into the radio “Call ‘em off. We got what we came for.” He never saw his brother again.
Another quick manip, getting the sizing right for the man kneeling on Dean's back was almost as difficult as getting the saturation and coloring right! I think it turned out okay!
Castiel stood there, standing in the mottled moonlight cast upon the walls, a crack of light showing through the door from the hallway beyond. His eyes shone in the light.
God, I love Castiel. I repeated the opposite end of the room pictured above, and Castiel's eyes were described as shining. I brought forth that ethereal blue since Misha's eyes were pretty dark in this scene.
They moved together beneath the jacaranda blossoms. Dean panted, trying to keep quiet so that nobody would hear them, and Castiel bit his lip and whimpered softly, fucking him so slowly that Dean thought he might break just from how sweet it was. It felt just as good as the previous time, except now they were face to face. He could look right up at Castiel, look into his eyes, see his expression pinch as orgasm caught up to him.
Added in some shots of the boy's faces as well as the jacaranda tree into the background.
Still, Sam looked good. He was lean and fit, his eyes sharp, his face weather beaten like he’d spent a lot of time out in the elements. His clothes were clean but worn, and there was a gun at his belt. He looked like a fighter, like Dean remembered him looking only somehow…somehow stronger. Older. Maybe that was how you looked when you had to gain independence all of a sudden?
Okay, anyone else just ADORE this jacket on Jared?! The moment I read this description, this is the Sam that I thought of. The coloring of the otherworld is just like Purgatory, however, so I had to desaturate the background, making it a little darker and more washed out than the rest of the photos. BUT I think the effect works and this Sam matches the scene perfectly.