Dean/Cas/Jimmy is a lesser known OT3. We are on a mission to give them some love. Honestly if you can imagine these three together it is amazing. If you thought that Destiel was amazing? Add Jimmy in there and you have even more fun. Join us in creating works for our boys!
Summary: Dean’s life is so normal it’s almot boring. He works, he goes to school, and he LARPs on the weekends with Sam, Charlie, and his best friend/roommate Jimmy. Boring maybe, but good.
… Until he starts popping into a strange new world. A world where magic is real, where there’s a mysterious, brooding mage trying desperately to stop an apocalypse. A mage that looks just like Jimmy.
Now Dean’s life is so not boring, he kinda misses the days when it was.
tags: modern!au, fantasy!au, mage!castiel, mage!michael, michael!dean, lucifer!sam, cas and jimmy aren’t twins, nsfw
Title: The Mirror’s Edge Author: jhoomwrites Artist: casadefreewill Rating: M Word Count: 24k Archive Warnings: none apply Major Tags: modern!au, fantasy!au, mage!castiel, mage!michael, michael!dean, sam!lucifer, cas and jimmy aren’t twins Summary: Dean’s life is so normal it’s almost boring. He works, he goes to school, and he LARPs on the weekends with Sam, Charlie, and his best friend/roommate Jimmy. Boring maybe, but good.
… Until he starts popping into a strange new world. A world where magic is real, where there’s a mysterious, brooding mage trying desperately to stop an apocalypse. A mage that looks just like Jimmy.
Now Dean’s life is so not boring, he kinda misses the days when it was.
Excerpt:
“I’m making spaghetti for dinner.”
Dean blinks as he goes through the mental gymnastics necessary to park his car while trying to decode what the hell Jimmy’s talking about.
“Huh?”
“Spaghetti. Dinner. You want some?”
“Sure,” he says automatically. He straightens out the Impala in the spot before cutting the engine, then gives Jimmy’s question some thought. “Wait, shit, can’t. I’m closing tonight. I won’t be back until two. Maybe one if it’s slow.”
It’s that transitional phase between winter and spring where it’s warmer than it’s been but not quite so warm that Dean wants to leave his jacket in the car. Right now the temperature’s fine, but in a few hours… He decides to keep it, just in case.
“So no spaghetti? I’m making meatballs. C’mon, man. Meatballs.”
Dean bites back a smile as he gets out of the car. A gust of cool wind makes him all the more thankful he decided on the jacket. “Nope. Sorry, dude.”
“Ugh, you’re no fun,” Jimmy whines, though he doesn’t sound surprised. “Don’t stay out too late, you don’t get enough sleep as is. Last thing I wanna hear is that you were snoring in your seminar again.”
Dean scoffs and brushes off Jimmy’s concern. “Thanks, Mom. And I don’t snore.”
“I can’t tell if that’s really kinky or really childish.” He can practically hear Jimmy’s smile over the phone as he continues his teasing. “And you definitely snore. Ask Sam.”
“Yeah, like you two wouldn’t lie about that shit. Nice try.” Dean stops right outside the doorway to the Roadhouse. “Look, I gotta go. Save me a meatball?”
“No promises. Seriously, don’t stay out too late if you can help it. I know you pride yourself on your four hours or whatever, but you gotta be tired of sneaking naps between classes. Do yourself a favor and be normal for once.”
Title: The Mirror’s Edge Author: jhoomwrites Artist: casadefreewill Rating: M Word Count: 24k Archive Warnings: none apply Major Tags: modern!au, fantasy!au, mage!castiel, mage!michael, michael!dean, sam!lucifer, cas and jimmy aren’t twins Summary: Dean’s life is so normal it’s almost boring. He works, he goes to school, and he LARPs on the weekends with Sam, Charlie, and his best friend/roommate Jimmy. Boring maybe, but good.
… Until he starts popping into a strange new world. A world where magic is real, where there’s a mysterious, brooding mage trying desperately to stop an apocalypse. A mage that looks just like Jimmy.
Now Dean’s life is so not boring, he kinda misses the days when it was.
Excerpt:
“I’m making spaghetti for dinner.”
Dean blinks as he goes through the mental gymnastics necessary to park his car while trying to decode what the hell Jimmy’s talking about.
“Huh?”
“Spaghetti. Dinner. You want some?”
“Sure,” he says automatically. He straightens out the Impala in the spot before cutting the engine, then gives Jimmy’s question some thought. “Wait, shit, can’t. I’m closing tonight. I won’t be back until two. Maybe one if it’s slow.”
It’s that transitional phase between winter and spring where it’s warmer than it’s been but not quite so warm that Dean wants to leave his jacket in the car. Right now the temperature’s fine, but in a few hours… He decides to keep it, just in case.
“So no spaghetti? I’m making meatballs. C’mon, man. Meatballs.”
Dean bites back a smile as he gets out of the car. A gust of cool wind makes him all the more thankful he decided on the jacket. “Nope. Sorry, dude.”
“Ugh, you’re no fun,” Jimmy whines, though he doesn’t sound surprised. “Don’t stay out too late, you don’t get enough sleep as is. Last thing I wanna hear is that you were snoring in your seminar again.”
Dean scoffs and brushes off Jimmy’s concern. “Thanks, Mom. And I don’t snore.”
“I can’t tell if that’s really kinky or really childish.” He can practically hear Jimmy’s smile over the phone as he continues his teasing. “And you definitely snore. Ask Sam.”
“Yeah, like you two wouldn’t lie about that shit. Nice try.” Dean stops right outside the doorway to the Roadhouse. “Look, I gotta go. Save me a meatball?”
“No promises. Seriously, don’t stay out too late if you can help it. I know you pride yourself on your four hours or whatever, but you gotta be tired of sneaking naps between classes. Do yourself a favor and be normal for once.”
Summary: Castiel and James have served as lighthouse keepers for going on five years now. They don’t mind how lonely it is, being miles outside of town. If anything, that’s one of the advantages; no prying eyes to wonder about how close the Novak brothers truly are…
Things get turned upside down when a strange man washes ashore one morning. A man with stunning green eyes, beautiful plush lips, and a secret that threatens to bring unwanted attention to the twins.
Summary: Castiel and James have served as lighthouse keepers for going on five years now. They don’t mind how lonely it is, being miles outside of town. If anything, that’s one of the advantages; no prying eyes to wonder about how close the Novak brothers truly are…
Things get turned upside down when a strange man washes ashore one morning. A man with stunning green eyes, beautiful plush lips, and a secret that threatens to bring unwanted attention to the twins.
Tags/Warnings: lighthouse keeper jimmy, lighthouse keeper cas, spy dean, pre revolutionary america
Teaser:
Castiel had walked the rocky beach hundreds of times. It wasn’t uncommon to be littered with debris—rope or nets or lanterns cast overboard in the choppy waters—but already he noticed more than he’d ever seen at one time. Broken pieces of wood, a paddle, canvas… all of it stretched across the sand.
His concerns grew until he spotted the one thing he hoped never to encounter on these walks: a body lying just shy of the water, the waves stretching for his toes as it ebbed and flowed.
“James!” Castiel shouted back towards the house as he took off at a sprint. “James! Help!”
Whether his brother heard him or not, Castiel didn’t know. The world narrowed down to the man before him, covered in sand and filth and absolutely drenched to the bone. He was alive though, Castiel saw that as soon as he got close. His breathing was shallow and came out with a wheeze, but it was proof enough that he would likely survive.
At least if Castiel got him inside and dried him off. Hopefully got some broth into him, or failing that, got him comfortable so that he could rest.
It was a long trek back to the house, especially up the winding pathway that took them up from the beach. It was no easier with the man’s body weighing him down, but once he was closer, Castiel was able to get James’ attention. His brother looked angry for having been woken so soon, or he did until he saw Castiel dragging an unconscious man.
“Didn’t he see the light?” James grunted as he helped shoulder the burden of the strange man. “I know damned well I kept the fires going—”
“Does it matter? He saw it or he didn’t. He’s here now, let’s deal with that first.”
Both brothers were exhausted by the time they’d gotten the stranger into James’ long abandoned bed. James, wide awake from the exertion, helped Castiel wash the man’s clothes and hang up his soaked satchel to dry out. They didn’t even bother to look through his things as they emptied his pockets and bag. Most of it was ruined, anyway, save the compass and perhaps the notebook if it dried well. The ink and quill were garbage, as were the bread and cheese hidden away.
The man himself remained unconscious. When they’d undressed him, he’d been limp and his skin clammy. The only time he’d seemed himself was when they’d gotten him in the bed.
“Please,” the man whispered but once before sleep took him again.
It made the prospect of feeding him an unlikely one. They’d have to wait until he was able to actually hold his eyes open.
“Well,” James whispered as they settled into their own bed to sleep. “If there were to be any man to shipwreck here, I’m glad he’s a handsome one.”
Summary: All his life Dean’s been a dragon trainer, but necessity forces him to accept a new job as personal guard to Princes Castiel and Jimmy. It’s not all bad though: the pay and benefits are great, he still has time to spend with his dragon Impala and brother Sam, and he’s been friends with the twins for years. When Dean learns that the twins are actually together, well, that’s when things start to get interesting.
Aside from being in a relationship, the twins also have a friendly rivalry going. Every time foreign nobles and dignitaries come to visit, they compete to see who can seduce them first. Which is fine, it’s none of Dean’s business anyway. He’s certainly not jealous. Of course not. Okay, maybe a little.
Once the twins realize Dean returns their interest in him, they can abandon the competition and the solution for their pining becomes obvious: seduce Dean Winchester.
Pairings: prior Dean/Benny, prior Dean/Cassie, Castiel/Jimmy, Castiel/Jimmy/Dean, Castiel/Jimmy/lots of people (including Meg, Cain, Daphne, Balthazar, Ruby, Cesar, and Jesse), Charlie/Gilda/Dorothy
Summary: All his life Dean’s been a dragon trainer, but necessity forces him to accept a new job as personal guard to Princes Castiel and Jimmy. It’s not all bad though: the pay and benefits are great, he still has time to spend with his dragon Impala and brother Sam, and he’s been friends with the twins for years. When Dean learns that the twins are actually together, well, that’s when things start to get interesting.
Aside from being in a relationship, the twins also have a friendly rivalry going. Every time foreign nobles and dignitaries come to visit, they compete to see who can seduce them first. Which is fine, it’s none of Dean’s business anyway. He’s certainly not jealous. Of course not. Okay, maybe a little.
Once the twins realize Dean returns their interest in him, they can abandon the competition and the solution for their pining becomes obvious: seduce Dean Winchester.
Teaser:
“There’s not really a lot going on each and every day,” Cas explains to Dean.
“SItuationally, sure, there’s a ton of things you’ll need to worry about.” Jimmy adds, grinning. “Make sure we don’t get knifed at some ball. Typical.”
Cas rolls his eyes. “Aside from the occasional fear of being knifed, our Dad is more focused on us just being where we need to be and living our lives safely. Uriel escorted us around, supervised meals and meetings, made sure our needs were met.”
Jimmy stifles a laugh at this. Dean raises an eyebrow quizzically, but Cas either didn’t notice or refuses to acknowledge it.
“Then again, Uriel was also not truly our friend. He had worked as our guard for years and years and that was it. You on the other hand are someone we truly care for and have known casually for many years outside of our relationship as royal family and employee. So I think—”
“I think good ol’ Dad made the right choice hiring someone who will actually laugh at our jokes and want to sit down when we’re all hanging out,” Jimmy finishes Cas’s sentence, winding an arm around Dean’s shoulder. “Trust us, this’ll be fun.”
Their first meeting is dull enough that he instantly regrets attending. Only Castiel’s continued pinches under the table keep him from falling asleep, though it does cause a minor kicking match that’s only resolved when their older brother Michael coughs and pointedly looks in their direction. Dean’s low chuckle behind them makes Jimmy think their brother’s ire was worthwhile if it means getting to hear Dean’s laugh.
“You should take this more seriously,” Michael tells them at lunch. “You’re princes, in line for the throne—”
“Yeah, like… fifth in line,” Jimmy complains. “Unless you, Hannah, Hael and Inias all decide to drop dead, then we don’t even need to know this stuff.”
Michael balks at that. “You’re still princes. You represent all of Lawrence, whether it be at home or abroad, and it’s important that you are abreast of current issues relevant to the realm—”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ve gotten my share of the realm’s breasts.”
He’s never seen Michael so red as in that moment as he splutters uselessly. Castiel abruptly intercedes by making an excuse for them to leave, grabbing Jimmy by the scruff of his neck and getting them out of there before their eldest brother can regain enough composure to speak.
As soon as they’re out in the corridor, Dean doubles over in laughter. “Oh man, you two didn’t say I’d have to protect you from getting clobbered by your own brother. Is it treason if I have to defend you from him, or is it treason if I let you guys get your asses kicked?”
“Both,” Castiel says calmly. “But don’t worry. There are are two of us and only one of him. Three of us, actually, counting you, so we’ll win just fine. It’s getting out of trouble that would be the hard part.” He starts walking towards the courtyard. “We may as well go meet the mages and get in some extra practice since we can’t finish our meal.”
“You’re the one who dragged us out of there!” Jimmy laughs. “Personally, I would’ve loved to see what Michael actually said.”
“He’s going to be king eventually. Don’t get us on his bad side, or he’ll send us to the frosty northern provinces to live out our lives studying frost gnomes.”
“As long as I’ve got you to cuddle up with and keep me warm, I’ll be fine.”
Pairings: prior Dean/Benny, prior Dean/Cassie, Castiel/Jimmy, Castiel/Jimmy/Dean, Castiel/Jimmy/lots of people (including Meg, Cain, Daphne, Balthazar, Ruby, Cesar, and Jesse), Charlie/Gilda/Dorothy
Summary: All his life Dean’s been a dragon trainer, but necessity forces him to accept a new job as personal guard to Princes Castiel and Jimmy. It’s not all bad though: the pay and benefits are great, he still has time to spend with his dragon Impala and brother Sam, and he’s been friends with the twins for years. When Dean learns that the twins are actually together, well, that’s when things start to get interesting.
Aside from being in a relationship, the twins also have a friendly rivalry going. Every time foreign nobles and dignitaries come to visit, they compete to see who can seduce them first. Which is fine, it’s none of Dean’s business anyway. He’s certainly not jealous. Of course not. Okay, maybe a little.
Once the twins realize Dean returns their interest in him, they can abandon the competition and the solution for their pining becomes obvious: seduce Dean Winchester.
Teaser:
“There’s not really a lot going on each and every day,” Cas explains to Dean.
“SItuationally, sure, there’s a ton of things you’ll need to worry about.” Jimmy adds, grinning. “Make sure we don’t get knifed at some ball. Typical.”
Cas rolls his eyes. “Aside from the occasional fear of being knifed, our Dad is more focused on us just being where we need to be and living our lives safely. Uriel escorted us around, supervised meals and meetings, made sure our needs were met.”
Jimmy stifles a laugh at this. Dean raises an eyebrow quizzically, but Cas either didn’t notice or refuses to acknowledge it.
“Then again, Uriel was also not truly our friend. He had worked as our guard for years and years and that was it. You on the other hand are someone we truly care for and have known casually for many years outside of our relationship as royal family and employee. So I think—”
“I think good ol’ Dad made the right choice hiring someone who will actually laugh at our jokes and want to sit down when we’re all hanging out,” Jimmy finishes Cas’s sentence, winding an arm around Dean’s shoulder. “Trust us, this’ll be fun.”
Their first meeting is dull enough that he instantly regrets attending. Only Castiel’s continued pinches under the table keep him from falling asleep, though it does cause a minor kicking match that’s only resolved when their older brother Michael coughs and pointedly looks in their direction. Dean’s low chuckle behind them makes Jimmy think their brother’s ire was worthwhile if it means getting to hear Dean’s laugh.
“You should take this more seriously,” Michael tells them at lunch. “You’re princes, in line for the throne—”
“Yeah, like… fifth in line,” Jimmy complains. “Unless you, Hannah, Hael and Inias all decide to drop dead, then we don’t even need to know this stuff.”
Michael balks at that. “You’re still princes. You represent all of Lawrence, whether it be at home or abroad, and it’s important that you are abreast of current issues relevant to the realm—”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ve gotten my share of the realm’s breasts.”
He’s never seen Michael so red as in that moment as he splutters uselessly. Castiel abruptly intercedes by making an excuse for them to leave, grabbing Jimmy by the scruff of his neck and getting them out of there before their eldest brother can regain enough composure to speak.
As soon as they’re out in the corridor, Dean doubles over in laughter. “Oh man, you two didn’t say I’d have to protect you from getting clobbered by your own brother. Is it treason if I have to defend you from him, or is it treason if I let you guys get your asses kicked?”
“Both,” Castiel says calmly. “But don’t worry. There are are two of us and only one of him. Three of us, actually, counting you, so we’ll win just fine. It’s getting out of trouble that would be the hard part.” He starts walking towards the courtyard. “We may as well go meet the mages and get in some extra practice since we can’t finish our meal.”
“You’re the one who dragged us out of there!” Jimmy laughs. “Personally, I would’ve loved to see what Michael actually said.”
“He’s going to be king eventually. Don’t get us on his bad side, or he’ll send us to the frosty northern provinces to live out our lives studying frost gnomes.”
“As long as I’ve got you to cuddle up with and keep me warm, I’ll be fine.”
Pairings: prior Dean/Benny, prior Dean/Cassie, Castiel/Jimmy, Castiel/Jimmy/Dean, Castiel/Jimmy/lots of people (including Meg, Cain, Daphne, Balthazar, Ruby, Cesar, and Jesse), Charlie/Gilda/Dorothy
Summary: All his life Dean’s been a dragon trainer, but necessity forces him to accept a new job as personal guard to Princes Castiel and Jimmy. It’s not all bad though: the pay and benefits are great, he still has time to spend with his dragon Impala and brother Sam, and he’s been friends with the twins for years. When Dean learns that the twins are actually together, well, that’s when things start to get interesting.
Aside from being in a relationship, the twins also have a friendly rivalry going. Every time foreign nobles and dignitaries come to visit, they compete to see who can seduce them first. Which is fine, it’s none of Dean’s business anyway. He’s certainly not jealous. Of course not. Okay, maybe a little.
Once the twins realize Dean returns their interest in him, they can abandon the competition and the solution for their pining becomes obvious: seduce Dean Winchester.
Teaser:
“There’s not really a lot going on each and every day,” Cas explains to Dean.
“SItuationally, sure, there’s a ton of things you’ll need to worry about.” Jimmy adds, grinning. “Make sure we don’t get knifed at some ball. Typical.”
Cas rolls his eyes. “Aside from the occasional fear of being knifed, our Dad is more focused on us just being where we need to be and living our lives safely. Uriel escorted us around, supervised meals and meetings, made sure our needs were met.”
Jimmy stifles a laugh at this. Dean raises an eyebrow quizzically, but Cas either didn’t notice or refuses to acknowledge it.
“Then again, Uriel was also not truly our friend. He had worked as our guard for years and years and that was it. You on the other hand are someone we truly care for and have known casually for many years outside of our relationship as royal family and employee. So I think—”
“I think good ol’ Dad made the right choice hiring someone who will actually laugh at our jokes and want to sit down when we’re all hanging out,” Jimmy finishes Cas’s sentence, winding an arm around Dean’s shoulder. “Trust us, this’ll be fun.”
Their first meeting is dull enough that he instantly regrets attending. Only Castiel’s continued pinches under the table keep him from falling asleep, though it does cause a minor kicking match that’s only resolved when their older brother Michael coughs and pointedly looks in their direction. Dean’s low chuckle behind them makes Jimmy think their brother’s ire was worthwhile if it means getting to hear Dean’s laugh.
“You should take this more seriously,” Michael tells them at lunch. “You’re princes, in line for the throne—”
“Yeah, like… fifth in line,” Jimmy complains. “Unless you, Hannah, Hael and Inias all decide to drop dead, then we don’t even need to know this stuff.”
Michael balks at that. “You’re still princes. You represent all of Lawrence, whether it be at home or abroad, and it’s important that you are abreast of current issues relevant to the realm—”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ve gotten my share of the realm’s breasts.”
He’s never seen Michael so red as in that moment as he splutters uselessly. Castiel abruptly intercedes by making an excuse for them to leave, grabbing Jimmy by the scruff of his neck and getting them out of there before their eldest brother can regain enough composure to speak.
As soon as they’re out in the corridor, Dean doubles over in laughter. “Oh man, you two didn’t say I’d have to protect you from getting clobbered by your own brother. Is it treason if I have to defend you from him, or is it treason if I let you guys get your asses kicked?”
“Both,” Castiel says calmly. “But don’t worry. There are are two of us and only one of him. Three of us, actually, counting you, so we’ll win just fine. It’s getting out of trouble that would be the hard part.” He starts walking towards the courtyard. “We may as well go meet the mages and get in some extra practice since we can’t finish our meal.”
“You’re the one who dragged us out of there!” Jimmy laughs. “Personally, I would’ve loved to see what Michael actually said.”
“He’s going to be king eventually. Don’t get us on his bad side, or he’ll send us to the frosty northern provinces to live out our lives studying frost gnomes.”
“As long as I’ve got you to cuddle up with and keep me warm, I’ll be fine.”
Summary: Life was good for Jimmy and Cas Novak. They had successful careers, good friends, and a relationship that, while unconventional and hidden from public view, was almost entirely perfect. And they thought the same was true for their best friend, Dean. A late night phone call makes it startlingly clear that was not the case. After nearly losing Dean to suicide, all three began to reevaluate exactly what they wanted in life – and who they want that life with.
Excerpt:
Jimmy groaned when Castiel’s phone rang, a tinny version of Ramble On alerting them that it was Dean calling. “Leave it.”
“It’s Dean,” Cas said shortly, as if it were self-explanatory. He stretched to reach his phone from where they lay, while continuing to touch as much of Jimmy as possible.
“Yeah, well, he didn’t want to hang out earlier. Ain’t gonna happen in the middle of the night.”
Jimmy knew he sounded petulant, but he couldn’t help it. Dean Winchester was the Novak twins’ best friend. For the past several years, they’d done everything together.
Well, maybe not everything, he thought as he tilted his face out from the pillow to watch his brother’s muscled torso flex in the dim light. Not that Jimmy would mind opening their friendship up to more. He was pretty sure that Castiel would be into it too; their emotional connection with Dean (both separately and as a unit) was deeper than anything they had shared with anyone except each other.
Castiel managed to grab the phone. Jimmy, still buoyed on a wave of endorphins, tangled his hands with Castiel’s to make it more difficult to answer.
Castiel batted his hand away, laughing in spite of himself. He brushed a quick kiss across JImmy’s lips before answering.
“Hello, Dean.”
Jimmy made another grab for the phone, and Castiel pushed himself up to sitting to get the phone out of Jimmy’s reach. “Dean?” he repeated. Jimmy settled for lazily running his fingers along his brother’s spine.
“Dean? Are you there?” Castiel’s brow furrowed in consternation.
Jimmy looked up questioningly, and Castiel shrugged. “Butt dial?” Jimmy suggested, rolling over to rest his head on Castiel’s thigh. Cassie should just hang up, he thought, and let them get back to the afterglow.
Castiel put the phone on speaker and held it between them. They could hear soft sounds of movement, some uneven breaths. Jimmy glared at the phone. “He’d better not have ditched us for a booty call, and then butt-dialed us during it!”
Castiel frowned at him. Jimmy tended to be a little possessive of Dean, preferring not to be reminded of their friend’s conquests. It made him more than a little brusque.
“Should I hang up?”
“Well, I definitely don’t want to hear it!” Jimmy scoffed.
Castiel moved his thumb over the disconnect button just as Dean’s slurred voice came through the speaker.
“Cas?”
“I’m here, Dean.”
More breathing and the dragging sound of the phone being shifted. Jimmy sat up, exchanging worried looks with Castiel. Something was wrong. He had heard Dean drunk, high, even beaten up that one time, but this was different.
“Dean, please talk to me.”
Dean’s voice was quiet and shaky. “I think I … I was wrong, Cas. m'sorry.”
“What do you mean? What’s going on?”
“Sorry, Cas … you gotta tell Jimmy, Sam, ‘kay? Tell ‘em, sorry.”
“Dean, whatever it is, we can help fix it. Where are you?”
“Cassie?” Jimmy whispered when there was no reply.