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beautifulysavage-blog · 6 years ago

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Breakups Lead to Cats, Ice Cream, And Cuddles (Destiel)

Castiel, Sam, and Dean had just returned from a hunt that went south. They had been tracking a few rogue hell-hounds and barely managed to escape with a few injuries each. However, Cas' idea of using Sam as bait didn't go the way he planned and Sam nearly died. Dean, who was tipping into dangerous levels of anger, turned to the angel still spewing 'sorry' over and over and over again. He raised his hand to slap Castiel but caught himself before he could. "What the hell was THAT?!" He seethed through clenched teeth. The angel choked over his own words, both knowing and not knowing what to say. "I-I swear... I didn't know that would happen. If I did, I wouldn't have-" Dean interrupted Cas with a loud growl. "But you knew there was a possibility Sam could get hurt AND STILL ALLOWED IT TO HAPPEN!" Sam rested a hand on his brother's shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. "Dean, its okay. Still alive, aren't I?" Dean just grunted, shrugging Sam's hand off. "No, Sammy, it is NOT okay. You could've died! You almost did!"

"But I didn't."

"Doesn't matter. We're over, Castiel. Get out." He grumbled. Castiel remained in place, dumb struck. "Wh-what?"

"You heard me. Out." The hunter pointed towards the door. "Dean... Please, you're overreacting." Cas said softly. Dean grunted once more, balling his hands into fists. "I want you out in five seconds or I will blast you out. The choice is yours." Cas gave Dean one last (sad) glance and left with a rush of his wings. Dean sighed, turning to Sam for the first time since they got back.

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A few months had passed since the breakup and to say Cas was a wreck is an understatement. Within those few months, he had been living off nothing more than honey foods, ice cream, and tears, and had preferred the company of cats rather than humans or the few angels he's come to tolerate. Sam visited a few times but mostly to make sure Cas got cleaned and ate a proper meal.

Dean wasn't doing so well either; sneaking off in the middle of the night to shoot animals or sometimes the few werewolves who dared to lurk. He refused to eat anything other than pie or burgers and just moped around about hurting his boyfriend but didn't make any attempt to reach out to him.

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Sam let out a loud groan, slamming his mug down onto the counter. "I've had enough of this! You both miss each other and are total wrecks so why can't you call him back?" Dean looked at his brother like a deer caught in the headlights, his next bite of pie frozen in mid-air. "Sammy... I can't." He sighed. Sam rolled his eyes. "You can. It's just that you won't."

Dean reluctantly got into the passenger's side of his car, grumbling that he should drive. Sam heard and rolled his eyes again. "You'd take a lot of pit stops and detours, anything to delay your visit with Cas." Dean huffed and crossed his arms.

The entire car ride consisted of Dean whining and complaining and Sam turning the radio up ever so slightly each time.

When they finally did get to the house Cas was staying at, Dean remained in the car. Sam just huffed, dragging his brother out and into the house. Dean whined as he was dragged inside, earning Castiel's attention. The angel darted his eyes between the two brothers for a few minutes before settling on Dean, the question that passed his lips directed at Sam. "Why is he here?" Sam didn't reply as he pulled Dean into the living room, settling him on the couch. "So you two can makeup. I'm tired of dealing with you guys." Castiel gulped as he slowly approached his lover, the expression on his face as soft as ever. Dean watched Cas, a thousand words forming in his head. "Cas... I-" He was interrupted by Cas placing a soft and gentle kiss on his lips. Dean eagerly kissed back, cupping the angel's face. The kiss broke after a few moments, both men smiling widely. "Cas, I am so sorry. I got worked up over such a silly and little thing-"

"I put Sam in danger. You had every right to be angry. I'm sorry for using Sam as bait against those hounds." Cas murmured, pulling the hunter into a tight hug. Dean continued to smile, snuggling into Cas' arms.

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beautifulysavage-blog · 6 years ago

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Super Psycho Love part 1 (MorMor)

Sebastian frowned at the sight before him. Jim, his lover, his boss, his Jim- was on the sofa with a girl on his lap and they were snogging the life out of each other, hands roaming each other's body. A loud growl erupted from his lips as his fist connected with the wall. After toppling from Jim's lap with a small squeak the girl quickly fled from the certain storm that was coming. Meanwhile, Jim looked up at Sebastian, his face a mixture of fear and anger.

"What the hell, Moran?" He grumbled, beginning to straighten himself out, then crossed his arms. Sebastian's response was an offended scoff.

"What gives you the right to cheat on me, Boss!?" He spat the word, stepping closer to the sofa. Jim remained unfazed, glaring up at his sniper.

"Cheating? Oh, no- cheating would imply we are together," Jim stood, facing the much taller man head on, "but we aren't, remember?" Jim snarled, nails digging into the soft skin of his palms. For a moment, Sebastian didn't reply.

"Are you kidding me?!" His voice held a certain fury to it, raising even louder. Jim's shorter stance was made up for greatly by his rage, and Sebastian knew better than to test that... but this was ridiculous.

"You're the one who said it! Not me!" Jim defended.

"It doesn't mean you get to throw it in my face!" Sebastian shot back, slamming his fist onto the back of the couch. Jim didn't even flinch, he just continued to glare at Sebastian.

"So, let me get this straight," Jim began, pinching the bridge of his nose, "even though we're not a couple... I'M NOT ALLOWED TO SEE OTHER PEOPLE?!" He roared, his anger reaching a dangerous level. Sebastian remained unfazed by Jim's outburst. "I'm just trying to protect you, boss." He said calmly, hand slowly outstretching to rest on Jim's shoulder. Jim shrugged it off, shooting the sniper a more deadly and menacing glare. "I don't need your bloody protection, Moran." He spat, storming out of the house.

It wasn't until about an hour later that Sebastian decided to look for Jim. He checked in a bar first, where of course, Jim wasn't. "I'm such a screw up!" He thought to himself, walking up to the bartender.

Jim had come home, ready to apologise. "Sebastian! I'm back!" He called, earning nothing but silence. Jim shut the front door and removed his shoes and coat, beginning to worry. "Sebby?" He called out once more, slowly moving through out the house, only finding emptiness. Jim quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Sebastian's number. He growled in frustration and concern when it went to voicemail.

Now practically drowning in fear, Jim slipped his coat and shoes back on, barking for one of his personal drivers to drive him around to look for the sniper.

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Yes its unfinished so I'll be working on a second part. I can't even give you hope it will come out soon because I don't operate by forcing myself to write. Inspiration and motivation have to strike me. But yee.

Ciao.

-FM

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