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(Dean!Gang member and Cas!sheriffs son. I'm a fan of slow burn relationship/love wise and I'm down for smut and any kinks) Castiel lived in a small town where everybody knew everybody in school and the local diner was the popular hangout spot to be. With it being a small town, he was one of the only openly gay kids. Sometimes he got hell for it, sometimes he didn't. The other popular hangout spot was the drive in theater. But it was more popular with the Southside Hunters, the gang led by John Winchester. They stayed on the south side of town and according to Cas's father, the sheriff, "And thank God they do, they're pretty dangerous. A bunch of thieves and drug dealers. Miscreants the lot of them. You steer clear of them, you hear?" Cas had always nodded and rolled his eyes. Typically he did. But that night he had gone to the drive in theater with Meg, the Southside Hunters had been making a ruckus. Meg had stood up and shushed them, promising hell if they didn't. Cas snorted and looked back, making eye contact with one of them. His eyes furrowed curiously on the green ones before he swallowed and quickly looked away. Whether they knew he was the sheriffs son or not, he didn't know. Halfway through the movie he had gotten up to refill his popcorn and was on his way back when he passed the green eyed Hunter from before making an illegal drug deal. His eyes widened and figuring he could help his dad get another one of them busted, tugged out his phone. He felt proud of himself as he took a picture- till the flash went off. His stomach dropped as the eyes flicked his way and he stumbled back. ~email: speckledlynx@gmail.com~ ~ DM: @rp-prompts-67 or @holy-fucking-hell--literally

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Destiel FBI/serial killer rp

Dean and Cas in the impala at some point.

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(Illegal fight club. Streetkid!Dean, privledgedkid!Cas. Both about 18 but age can vary if you'd like. Trigger warning: violence) Dean loved a good fight. He grew up in the back alleys and gutters, learning to fight to keep himself and his brother alive. He quickly got good at it, savoring the sharp pain and the aches afterwords. Money was always tough to come by but he discovered organized street fighting was a good way to get quick cash. It was illegal shit but when he won he got money to get through the week and he enjoyed the fight. He rose up the ranks, becoming known as 'The Demon'. ~ Castiel started fighting as a way to rebel against his family. All his siblings were incredibly smart, including him, but being a middle child he wanted a way to try and stand out. His rich parents had indulged him and put Cas through mixed martial arts classes and he became one of the best in competitions, winning all sorts of medals but in an academically focused family, neither of his parents gave a shit. That's what he got for being a middle sibling out of a handful of Ivy League kids. One of his competitions had been downtown and his parents couldn't make it so they sent a driver down to pick him up. In a burst of indignation Cas had ditched the driver and headed out the back alley. A couple blocks down he stumbled upon a warehouse and curiously slipped in. It was crowded with people, a large caged ring in the middle where two bloody people were currently fighting. He pushed through the crowd to get closer, his pulse racing. Before he could think too much about it he entered himself in the next round. (Continue as Dean?) ~email: speckledlynx@gmail.com~

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Gallavich Prompt. Characters from the TV show Shameless (US). [Rambunctious rich Ian. Bodyguard Mickey.] (Gallagher Corparations is a multi millionaire company and the family is famous and rich in the city which causes them to be targeted often. Mickey isn't happy to be assigned to watch over some rich bratty kid.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Although being the son of the richest family in town had its perks, the position wasn't all the best. Ian had several threats against him and his nightly outings to parties gathered attention that Ian's parents did not enjoy. He didn't think his parents deserved to worry about his safety since they were never even around but his parents thought otherwise. Monica didn't appreciate the outbursts that disgraced the Gallagher name. So to keep him in line, a bodyguard was assigned to keep watch on him. On the day Mickey was to arrive, Ian's parents were gone on business as usual but had made him stay home to meet his new /babysitter/. The redhead fumed in the hallway and paced the floor until he heard the doorbell ring. He reluctantly made his way down the stairs and stood in the entrance as the butler, and nanny for the younger kids, answered the door. (Email: speckledlynx@gmail.com)

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(While away at boarding school, Deans father married Castiels mom. Deans back after being expelled. Delinquent!Dean) 'Ugh, my step-brother is such an ass, Meg. He thinks he's such a badass. While Mom and John are away he's always bringing home girls and screwing them loudly while I'm trying to study. -CN' ((accidently sent to Dean)) (Email: speckledlynx@gmail.com)

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(Dean!pirate. Castiel!governors-son. Cas!19.) Castiel picked absently at his loose shirt. He was bored out of his mind as he waited for the Pirates hanging. Another half hour passed before the accused pirate was led into stage. Castiel straightened up and flicked his eyes around the crowd who were watching with rapt attention. The executioners voice droned on about the Pirates crimes. Captain Winchester smirked out at the crowd, not seeming at all worried about his looming death. As the rope was lowered around his neck Castiel found himself locked with the eyes of the pirate. It sent chills down his back but he couldn't tear his gaze away. Suddenly a whistle sounded through the crowd. As the attention in the crowd turned, a blade sang through the crowd and sank into the wood on the platform. The green eyed pirate ducked and spun away, ripping the sword out. He launched off the platform and away from death, the chains on his wrists rattling. Castiel began scrambling back with the crowd but it was too late. He felt the chains cold weight against his neck as he was forced back against the pirate. He froze, his heart thundering. A low chuckle sounded in his ear before Castiels father, the governor, moved in front of the pirate and his hostage. (Email: speckledlynx@gmail.com)

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(Dean!Serial killer/ soul mate- Dean hates his counter and got it removed when he was sixteen. Can be dark but doesn't have to)~~ 10 years, 3 months, 2 weeks, 16 days, 9 minutes. Castiel, like every other human on this planet, had a counter on his wrist, counting down the days till he would meet his future 'soul-mate'. He had always had an itching for his counter to go down to 0000. He absently stared at it in school, day dreaming about who his soul mate would be. ~~ 6 years, 8 months, 1 week, 5 days, 19 hours, 5 minutes left.  the number always seemed to high, to out of reach. One by one the counters turned to 0000 around him as his friends and college classmates grouped up. His daydreams dwindled down and he focused more on his career, it seemed as if the number would never come. ~~ 0 years, 2 months, 3 weeks, 1 day, 30 minutes.  His parents had been murdered when he was a child so he had focused his life on catching the people who destroyed people's life's like his own parents' killers had. He had been put on a new case of a serial killer duo and had been so intent on the case that he barely noticed his counter ticking down. ~~ 0 years, 0 months, 0 weeks, 1 day, 4 hours, 2 minutes.  He hadn't meant to be caught. He had been being careful as he tracked the two killers through a small city.  he remembered being distracted by a throbbing in his wrist before being dragged into an alley And then... Nothing. ~~ Next thing he knew he was tied to a plastic chair in a dank room. He was beaten and bloody yet still struggled against the restraints. When the door opened he froze, hissing through his teeth as a searing heat trembled up his body.  He was too distracted and pumped of adrenaline to notice the 0000 on his wrist. (Continue as Dean?) (Email: speckledlynx@gmail.com)

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I'll play either Dean or Cas! (God Dean fell to earth and becomes a human and becomes bound to Castiel. Must serve him for a time to return to godly status. Cop!cas fallengod!dean) Deans eyes opened and he groaned, holding his head in his hands. Where was he? Last he remembered was his father, King of the sky, casting him down to.. to.. No! He bolted up, looking over his mortal body. No, no, no. He was a god! Not a dirty, lowly mortal. At least he had been. He cursed colorfully, looking around the alleyway he was in. "Father, why must you punish me like this?" He muttered to himself, finding a broken mirror so he could see himself. Well at least he was attractive. That was for sure. He tried to recall more of what happened before he had been turned to a mortal but it was all foggy. Great. He glanced up to the sky, hoping his father would zap him back up and they'd share a laugh but no such thing happened. Instead, a newspaper whacked him in the head. "Hey!" Dean exclaimed, whirling around. "How dare you strike me, don't you know who I am?" He spoke indignantly. "I am a god!" (Speckledlynx@gmail.com)

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((peasant/thief!Dean, prince!Cas AU))((won't show I'm typing)) Dean stared in awe at the room before him. Large crystal chandeliers, golden platters, beautiful glass decorations. It was so different from the market, and his family's cottage. He had snuck into the royal ball thrown for the famously arrogant Prince Castiel, just to get a taste of noble life and try to bring something back to Sam. He took the risk of stealing a rather expensive suit from the tailor so he could get in. He'd return it, eventually. The women were all over Dean tonight, something he wasn't used to. There was no denying that he was pretty, but his face and clothes were usually covered with dirt, and apparently that wasn't appealing to ladies. Of course, as soon as the prince arrived, he'd be cast away, but he didn't mind. It wasn't like women were really his thing, anyway. Dean took a glass of champagne, chatting with a gorgeous woman by the name of Lisa as they all awaited the arrival of Prince Castiel. ((stuck up, bossy Cas would be preferable))

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[Human AU, runaway!Cas (17), Dean (22); Sam and Dean live together and Sam insisted that they take Cas in; Dean is often cold towards Cas. Open to all kinks for future smut] Being passed around from home to home in foster care wasn't an appealing lifestyle. Especially when each home got worse. Finally Cas had ran, finding ways to live and avoid being put back into the foster system. It had been pure luck when he ran into Sam in a store, who offered to take him in. Dean on the other hand was less inclined and made it clear whenever he could. Cas dragged his hand through his hair as he stared at the mess. "Calm down. All I did was spill a little milk" he huffed at Dean who was already off on a rant.

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{(Gabes a year older than Cas and is friends with the school 'bad boy', Dean Winchester.)}When Cas heard the front door open and shut, he naturally thought it was his brother. So he dropped his phone on his bed, barreling down the stairs in boxers and a shirt that read 'Say Hey if you're Gay'.  "Gabe! Do we have any chips-" he called through the room but froze when he saw who was in the kitchen. Definitely not his brother. (Continue as Dean?) (Email: speckledlynx@gmail.com)

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[vampires are the main species on the planet and humans are owned. Can be dark Cas] (Dean!18 Cas!vampire. Looks like he’s in early 20s)~ Dean and the other humans in the school were ordered to the gym earlier that day because it was the day they would get picked for their new homes. They had taken a personality test earlier in the week and the results were transferred to a clipboard that each human carried. Dean, just to spite everyone, picked the dullest and least specific answers, most which weren’t even true. The friendly chatter fell silent as the vampires came in and started moving around. Dean glared at every vampire that even looked at him and thankfully they all stayed away. That is, until a blue eyed man started towards him with lethal grace. Dean faltered for a second before switching to a scowl but the man still approached him. (Email: speckledlynx@gmail.com)