a dusty spectacle

So this was supposed to be a fluffy oneshot with a jealous Dean because Cas found himself a boyfriend. But now there's chapters and angst so.. yep. You can also read it at AO3 or Tumblr.

lone wolves

The hunter cursed himself as he lost sight of the creature he was supposed to be hunting. He quickened his step, almost running, but the night made him cautious. At least the sky was cloudless and the moon full, her pale glow softly illuminating the forest where it escaped into. It was eerily quiet, even with the soft rustling of the trees. The birds were silent, as if they were scared of the beast lurking amongst them right now.

It was his first time hunting a werewolf, even if he already knew the lore about them. Easy enough to kill, although silver bullets are a pain in the ass to get. He could have used a knife, but he’s not really as confident with blades as he is with guns.

He broke into a run and threw stealth out of the metaphorical window. There was no point, he reasoned with himself. The werewolf could probably hear or smell him even if he was quiet. He just hoped there was nobody here at this hour. It was late, almost dawn. And it wasn’t as if there was anything to see except for the trees, so there should be no one, but you never know.

Of course, the gods (or whoever, he doesn’t really know, nor does he particularly care) were cruel and capricious. There was a clearing up ahead, with a body of water that’s too small for a lake but too big to be a pond. He finally spotted the werewolf, and he sighed in relief. Dread, however, quickly sank in as it rapidly approached someone standing near the water.

He took bigger, wider steps, forcing his legs to go faster, while quickly debating with himself on what to do. He considered shouting, alerting the crazy guy who likes to wander around in forests and stare at god knows what at the water’s surface, but that would alert the werewolf too. It might get spooked and escape. But then again, he didn’t really want to know what it would feel like if the guy gets his heart eaten right in front of him because of his indecision.

Not that it mattered now, because there’s no time. The werewolf was so close, he knew that even if he shouted now the guy would still be dead. Fuck. He started shouting anyway.

“Watc—”

There was a glint of silver, and next thing he knew, the werewolf was dead.

What the fuck?

Like, what the fuck

Seriously, it's turning into a bit of a problem. I'm on page 70 on AO3 and there's no sign of me stopping.

Help

On the other hand, here's a linkdump of destiel fics I've bookmarked after the cut.