DCBB - Art for Forever Place
Title: Forever Place
Author: euphemology
Artist: zerda_vulpes
Fandom/Genre: Supernatural, Romance
Pairing(s): Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 20,000
Warnings: Fluff, Mild Angst, Dean being shy and lovestruck, Amnesia, Amnesiac!Cas, Sexual situations, Sexual tension, Denial
Summary: In the face of Cas’ vanishing act into the depths of a Leviathan-laden reservoir and the countless Leviathan spirits free in the water system of the northern United States, Sam convinces a guilt-ridden Dean to come with him on a recovery case in Savannah, Georgia. The slow relaxation of a hot southern summer changes something imperceptibly in both of them and something makes them want to stay, even after the case is done. In the wake of this change, Dean meets a cashier at a local barbeque hut. He goes by James, but Dean knows him as something else: Castiel. A Castiel without memories, who quickly falls for the mysterious man with green eyes who frequents his work under the guise of loving barbeque (and peaches). They fall in love, slow like summer, under the hanging Spanish moss of an abandoned plantation that has fallen under the spell of Cas’ latent grace.
Season 7 canon-divergent AU that explores what would have happened if Cas had perhaps made his own way out of the river.
Artist notes: I'll have everything on tumblr asap :) tumblr art post here and fic post here ;)
Story here
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He seems content to stare at Dean and push peach blossoms into his hair. A shiver of wind flows through the area and ruffles the tree. A shower of blossoms falls over them and Dean wants to scoff at the fact that he feels like he’s in a cheesy romantic movie, but flower blossoms land in Cas’ dark hair like eternal snowflakes. And Dean thinks he looks so beautiful in that moment, he can’t help but reach out and touch Cas’ cheek with his hand. He stares at that point of contact between their skin, breath catching as he drags his thumb over Cas’ cheekbone.
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Dean wanders to the counter, where a bowl of startlingly perfect peaches is arranged next to the register.
“C-Cas?” Dean doesn’t recognize his own voice. He hadn’t even meant to speak.
“Excuse me?” The man at the counter tilts his head in confusion and Dean has to physically hold himself back from lunging across the counter. He still doesn’t know if he wants to hug Cas or punch him, but he can’t do either, because whoever is standing at the counter clearly has no idea who Dean is.