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my take on a Destiel High School AU

Content Warning: language, and a slur

I feel like everyone expects for Cas to be the loner and Dean to be this really popular jock kid? But it would actually be like, the other way around? Like, yeah, Dean’s popular, but at the same time he knows he won’t be there for any longer than like, two months max because he’s in a military family and they’re constantly on the move, so Dean has basically said ‘fuck it’ to making any connections with anyone. He does get on the football team though, and he’s doing tryouts and stuff and that’s when he first meets Cas, because the coach put them head to head to test Dean’s skills. And Dean’s pretty damn good at the game, but Cas is better and Dean’s kinda just like “holy shit, this kid is hot AND he’s kicking my ass? holy fuck” 

Cas is only on the football team because it’s what his father is expecting from him, and he could really care less about playing sports and doing all that normal high school bullshit. Cas would prefer to go lounge about in the library, reading dramatic novels and going out to animal shelters to play with the cats, but instead he’s here on the football team because he’s still living the life his father always wanted for him. And then he’s face to face with Dean Winchester, some new kid who just moved into town and goddamn he’s pretty, but Cas isn’t about to let that make him put his guard down

Dean has made a friend, Benny, who knows a lot about the Novak family; he’s in the same grade as Castiel’s older brother Balthazar, and they talk together a lot. Cas and Benny aren’t close; in fact, Cas doesn’t really seem close with anyone other than his family—and even then, they don’t really seem all that close. Dean manages to get on the team(because he held his own against one of the team’s best players, and he damn near won a few times too)and afterwards, Dean chases Cas down just before they can get to the locker rooms and Dean asks Cas for a few pointers, because he’s never met anyone who could play like Cas before. Cas kind of hesitantly agrees and suggests they meet up later in a park where they can practice in peace and Dean agrees

When they get there, Dean’s dressed in a band shirt, a flannel, and some ripped jeans, meanwhile Cas is wearing like, this full on nerdy-ass striped sweater and Dean almost doesn’t recognize him for a minute. Dean’s like “dude, are you seriously about to play football wearing a sweater when it’s like, 80 degrees out” and Cas is like “ofc not” and takes off the sweater(he’s got a tank top on underneath)and he’s kinda fucking ripped and Dean’s kinda just bi panicking for a bit until Cas is like “are you going to fucking focus here or what” and Dean snaps out of it

Dean starts practicing with Cas like this every day, and they start talking a bit more in school too. It’s by doing this that Dean learns that Cas has basically no idea how to interact with other people; he’s the most social awkward dorky little guy anyone could ever meet. The only people who’ve ever really bothered to talk and get to know him are his family, and they’re all just as fucking weird. One time, after they’re finished practicing in the park for the day, Dean notices an ice cream stand and gets lowkey hyped before remembering he didn’t bring his wallet, and Cas just goes up and buys them both an ice cream. 

And they sit down and start talking. About anything and everything and nothing at all. And it’s around this point in time that Dean thinks he may be starting to fall in love with this weirdo kid and he ends up being way more honest than he ever meant to be with Cas—but how can you not, it’s almost like the guy can read Dean’s mind for Christ’s sake. Dean admits that he hates moving from town to town like this, that he hates never having any connections with people, no real friends. That he hates having to get up and move around over and over again, that he’s always the new kid and that he knows high school is never going to get better for him because of all this. And Cas does his best to comfort Dean, even though he’s not very good at it, but it doesn’t matter that he’s not very good at it—it means the world to Dean just the same

And it’s silent for a few minutes before Cas finally admits that he’s only playing football and on the honor roll and all that stuff because it’s what his father wants from him. He’s expected to be the perfect son, just like his siblings, and he’s scared of rebelling because of the way his brothers were treated when they rebelled, but at the same time he’s sick of not being able to live his own life. “These moments with you—they’re all I have,” Cas admits, and at this point their ice cream is gone and they’re sitting under the shade of a tree in 84 degree weather and they’re both still covered in sweat and a layer of dirt from their practice. “I wouldn’t…give them up for the world.” And it’s almost like Cas wanted to say something different, but he won’t tell Dean that. Not just yet. 

They never act on their feelings for one another, because they both know that Dean’s leaving and it’s only a matter of time before he’s packing up and sent away to another school, but they’re enjoying their time together as much as they can. During football practice, Cas cracks jokes that only Dean can hear, and Dean gets in trouble for laughing so hard, and Dean tries to explain himself but no one can believe that serious, stoic Cas would make a joke—a dick joke, no less—and Cas has the slightest of smirks on his face while Dean, still laughing, calls him a dick. Dean gets benched for disrupting practice, and Cas immediately follows him over despite the coach yelling for Cas to get back there. Cas and Dean crack jokes and laugh together on the benches as the other students practice drills, and they both realize that they’ve never had anything like this and that they’ll likely never have anything like this again once Dean is gone

A few students start talking about how close Dean and Cas are getting these days, and one is bold enough(stupid enough) to call them ‘fags’ as they’re walking down the halls together. Dean is ready to bash the guy’s face in, but he can’t even do anything before Cas throws his bag at the fucker and starts raining hell down upon this kid, who can hardly fight back due to the shock. It’s the first time Cas has ever gotten detention and everyone’s staring at him in shock, then he turns back to Dean who grins and says “That was awesome!”

Later, while Cas is in detention, Dean begs Benny to help him get Cas out. So Benny grabs Balthazar and says ‘hey, your kid brother is in detention and his boyfriend wants help bailing him out’ and Balthazar’s like ‘Cas never mentioned anything about a boyfriend’ and Dean’s all flustered and stuff, but then Benny asks “Wasn’t that what the whole fight was about? Whether or not you and Cas are dating?” And Dean says ‘no, it wasn’t, the kid called us a slur’ and Benny and Balthazar kinda just share a look

While Cas is sitting in detention, he’s bored out of his mind, and then all of a sudden, Balthazar comes in and starts absolutely berating the teacher like “how dare you put my brother in detention! don’t you know he’d never do anything wrong in his life! cas could never hurt a fly!” and the teacher’s sitting there arguing with him like “he broke another student’s nose!” and Balthazar just adamantly denies all of this. Benny comes in and starts the argument that if Cas was in detention, the other kid should be too, because he was the one who started in by throwing slurs around and the teacher can’t find any room to argue and Cas is all confused by all this until he feels a hand on his shoulder and he looks up and Dean is grinning down at him

Dean grins down at Cas and asks “Wanna get out of here?” and Cas takes a moment to register that Dean’s here, and he’s grinning down at Cas in this way that makes Cas’ heart flutter and he gives Dean a soft smile and nods. Dean grabs Cas by the shoulder and stands him up and then they run out of the room while the teacher is still distracted, and they keep running until they make it to the park and they’re both panting and laughing and they just barely manage to collapse under a tree(the same tree they shared ice cream under)and they just lay there in the grass and laugh for a little while longer. “I just saved your ass, Cas,” Dean says with a bright grin, and Cas smiles this smile that has Dean grinning even wider as his stomach does flips

“Thank you,” Cas says, before giving another laugh. “You saved me from perdition.” And Dean laughs as well, because of course Cas would say some weird, dorky shit like that. Cas just stares at him and that’s when he realizes just how in love he is with Dean Winchester, and he realizes how much more it’s going to hurt when Dean has to leave. The one he loves is so close to him and yet Cas can only have him for a little while before he’ll be ripped away, and Cas will be alone all over again. This is the one person other than his family who has gotten to really know Cas for who he really is, and Cas desperately doesn’t want to lose that, but he knows there’s no other option. And he silently resigns himself to that, not knowing that Dean is doing the same thing

They knew each other for a week before they fully fell in love, and everyone says that Dean Winchester is a bad influence on Castiel Novak, but Cas thinks he’s the best influence and he’d follow Dean to the ends of the earth if it just meant that they could be who they really are. They’re both aware of the feelings they harbor towards one another, and in some aspect, they’re aware that the other harbors feelings towards them, but neither one of them act on it. They’re both content to just be in each other’s presence for now

And then comes the day when Dean has to leave. 

Dean practically begs his mother to let them stay here, to even just let Dean stay there. He begs her day and night, he begs his father over the phone to let them stay, he screams into his pillow at night and Sam is the only one there who sort of understands what’s made Dean start acting this way. Sam might be Dean’s kid brother, but he’s also the only one who knows exactly what Dean’s going through, and he’s the only one who Dean talks to anymore—other than Cas, of course. The one thing he’s never told Sam about is Cas—so even though Sam understands, there’s still this disconnect between them. But Mary and John refuse to leave Dean there, and Mary tells them that they need to be packed up by morning because they’re leaving out by lunchtime. Dean locks himself in his room and calls Cas and starts ranting over the phone, but before he can really do anything Cas hangs up and Dean just stares at the phone, his heart hurting. Dean takes to throwing about the things in his room in his emotions, and he does this for a good few minutes before finally sitting down and he slowly just starts crying because now the one person who he so desperately wants to talk to just hung up on him and he feels so truly alone in that moment. 

Then he realizes that someone’s opening up his window and before he even has time to register what’s going on, Cas is in his room, wearing sweatpants, a loose band shirt, and tennis shoes, and his hair is a mess like he had just gotten out of bed, and he’s panting so hard and Dean realizes that Cas ran to get here. Dean doesn’t even have time to ask Cas what he’s doing there when Cas grabs him by the shoulders and hugs him. Dean hugs back and breaks down into tears, telling Cas he doesn’t want to leave this town, he doesn’t want to just up and move again. Cas holds him while he cries, and it isn’t until something warm and wet falls onto Dean’s shoulder that he finally realizes that Cas has been crying too. 

When Dean’s finally done ranting and crying, Cas holds on for a bit longer, before he pulls away. “Dean,” he starts, his voice raspy and his eyes ringed with red but still so vibrantly blue, “I told you that I wouldn’t trade the moments we shared together for the world, right?” Dean nods, a bit confused. “I told you I wouldn’t give them up for the world. I wouldn’t give you up for the world either.” Dean’s eyes begin watering up again and so do Cas’. “I know it’s probably too late to say this, but-” 

“Don’t,” Dean cuts him off, a tear sliding down his cheek. “Don’t do this, Cas. Not now. Please.” 

“I love you, Dean,” Cas continues anyways. He’s crying again, but he’s wearing this smile as he looks Dean dead in the eyes. “I love you, and I always have from the second I saw you. And no matter what happens, no matter where you go, I will wait for you.” Dean breaks down again, because he loves Cas too and that’s what hurts so much about leaving. He doesn’t give a shit about the town, and yeah he’ll miss Benny but he’s lost friends before, but with Cas, it’s different. He may have been able to convince himself before that Cas was just another friend, someone he could get over, but now he can’t. And then Cas kisses him and they’re both still crying, and the window’s open letting in cold air and Dean’s room is a mess and he still hasn’t started packing, and he feels like his world is falling apart around him. But Cas pulls away, and he’s still holding onto Dean, keeping him held together. The smile on Cas’ face shudders a bit as he looks Dean in the eyes, and begs “Tell me you love me too.” 

“I love you, Cas,” Dean croaks. And that’s why it hurts so much. To know that tomorrow morning, Dean will never see Cas again. To know that he’ll never know what it’s like to hold hands with Cas as they walk down the street looking through stores, to know that he’ll never know what it’s like to hear Cas’ laugh again, to know that he’ll never be there to ask Cas to Prom and that there’s no chance they’ll get to dance together like idiots because Dean has no idea how to dance. Dean tells this to Cas and more, and that’s when Cas stands up. He pulls Dean up with him and looks over to the stereo in Dean’s room. 

“So we dance here,” Cas decides. “We can’t have a Prom night? Fine. We can dance together here. One last hurrah before our worlds fall apart.” And Cas walks over and puts in a Led Zeppelin mixtape into the stereo and presses play, before turning the volume up. He turns to Dean, his eyes still red and puffy, but he smiles and holds his hand out. Dean stares at Cas for a minute, before he starts laughing. Cas stares at him in confusion before Dean takes Cas’ hand and pulls him in closely. 

“I was gonna give you this mixtape,” Dean says. They start dancing—swaying, really—and moving about the wreckage of Dean’s room. Dean laughs again as he looks into Cas’ eyes. “My dad, he, uh, he gave my mom a Zeppelin mixtape. So, I thought, uh-” 

“You’d make one for me?” Cas asks, a smile forming on his face once again. And with that they’re both laughing. “I hope you know you’re a sap.” Dean leans his forehead against Cas’ forehead, staring into those brilliant blue eyes. 

“I’m your sap,” he mutters, and Cas’ smile widens. 

“That you are,” Cas muses. “And I’m yours.” 

When the mixtape is over, they stop dancing, but they still hold each other for a few minutes longer. Finally, Dean pulls away and begins looking around at his room. “I guess I need to pack up,” Dean mumbles, and all at once he’s reminded that he’ll never get to have a moment like this with Cas ever again. 

Cas moves one hand from Dean’s shoulder and takes Dean’s hand into his own. He squeezes it tightly, getting Dean’s attention. “Let me help,” Cas offers. It’s more of a beg than either of them realize, a desperate plea to eke out as much time together as they can manage; even if it’s a reminder of the fact that Dean’s about to leave. 

Cas helps Dean pack, and they put on other mixtapes and sing along badly to the music. More than once, they catch the other with tears in their eyes as they pack away Dean’s belongings into a suitcase and a duffel bag. They finally get everything packed up and sit down on Dean’s bed in silence. Dean grabs Cas’ hand and holds onto it, trying to remember what it feels like so he doesn’t forget. 

Then Dean gets up and he takes the Zeppelin mixtape. He stares down at it for a minute before returning to Cas’ side and handing it to him. Cas takes it, staring down at the tape for a bit. Then he reaches up to the back of his neck and unclasps a chain. He pulls a necklace out of his shirt, before handing it to Dean. It’s a pair of wings, Dean realizes. “This is something that’s passed down in my family,” Cas says. “Your family has Led Zeppelin and mine has wings. So if you’re giving me what’s yours, I’ll give you mine.” And Dean nods a little, before putting on the necklace. 

They sit and talk until long past midnight. Long past time for the both of them to be in bed and sleeping away for their big days tomorrow. “You gotta promise me something,” Dean says. 

“Of course, Dean. Anything.” 

“You gotta promise me that you’ll stop living the life your dad wants you to live. You do what makes you happy, Cas. Don’t let anyone tell you how you should live your life other than you. I won’t be around to break you out of detention anymore, and I won’t be around to drag you out to the park for ice cream. You gotta do what makes you happy, not what makes him happy, you understand me?” Cas nods. 

“I understand.” There’s a bit of a silence after that. “Thank you, Dean. For everything.” 

They finally realize how late it’s getting and they’re both exhausted but neither one wants to leave, because leaving now means you’ll never see him again and they both so desperately want to stay—Dean, in this town, and Cas, in Dean’s room—but they know that can’t happen. It’s 3 AM when Cas finally sneaks out of Dean’s window, not before they tell each other “I love you” again, and not before a parting kiss, and Dean watches as Cas begrudgingly walks away from Dean’s house. Dean wants nothing more than to chase after Cas, to run out after him and away from his family, just to stay here with Cas. But instead, he closes his window and shuts off his light and curls up in bed and just cries, wanting Cas by his side. 

They’re gone before lunchtime. Cas quits the football team the same day. He skips the rest of school and instead goes to the park where he and Dean would practice, where they would talk and eat ice cream together, where they were free to be honest with each other. Where he realized he had fallen for Dean so hard, he wasn’t sure he could ever recover from it. And he just cries. For hours. Balthazar’s the one to find him and bring him home well after dark, when Cas is just mentally and emotionally exhausted. Chuck berates Cas for quitting the football team, for getting a detention, for skipping school, but Cas just walks past him and upstairs to his room. He gets out an old stereo—one he hardly ever used anymore—and he puts in the mixtape. Cas listens to it on repeat for hours on end until he finally cries himself to sleep. 

Dean never removes the necklace. Not to shower, not for football practice at another school, not to sleep. He keeps Cas’ wings just over his heart, always. They promised not to forget about each other, and they don’t. But they move on. Over time, they move on, and they don’t even realize it. 

Dean moves out at 20, when he’s saved up enough money for a decent house and he’s got a stable job. Cas is kicked out at 17, for causing problems in school and getting into constant fights with Chuck. He moves in with his older brothers, Lucifer, Gabriel, and Balthazar, who willingly welcome him in. Dean becomes a mechanic. Cas doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life, so he begins working at various jobs while he attempts to discover himself. They’d never admit it, but they both think of their first love every day—Dean, when he notices the silver wings in the mirror just before he goes to shower, and Cas, when he plays an old mixtape on his way to and from work. 

Dean’s 22 when he gets a new girlfriend. She’s beautiful and loves baking, but her eyes are such a vibrant shade of blue that Dean thinks of someone else before he thinks of her. They last a month before they break up. Dean tries again with another woman, and another, and another. 

When Dean’s 26, his brother is in college and Dean considers stopping by for a visit. He drops into town, stops by Stanford, and meets Jessica, who he really likes. She’s sassy, she’s a sweetheart, and she’s gorgeous; perfect for Sam. He’s sitting down with Jess and Sam for dinner one day, and he doesn’t even realize that the necklace is showing when Jess asks about it. Dean is silent for a bit. He runs his hand down his face as he thinks of a dark-haired, blue eyed boy who gave him this necklace ten years ago, and a somber smile grows on his face. “My first love gave me this necklace,” he tells her, and he’s not lying. And Jess smiles with him and asks about it. But he can’t bring himself to talk about Cas. To share what made Cas so goddamn special to him with anyone else, because no one could really get what made Cas so…Cas.

Dean and Sam get drunk later that night. “What was her name?” Sam asks. 

“Cas,” Dean says, and the name is somehow sweet on his tongue. “His name was Cas.” 

And Sam gets this look on his face. And Dean recognizes it, he thinks he does anyways. It’s the same look that was on his father’s face when Dean first considered the fact that he might be bisexual. A look of disgust. But that’s not the look on Sam’s face. “What was he like?” Sam asks. And Dean breaks down crying again, for the first time in 10 years he breaks down sobbing just like he did that night with Cas, back when he would have to leave Cas for good. 

All the while Dean tells Sam about Cas, Sam has this odd little smile on his face. One that Dean can’t really place. He can’t really figure if Sam is being condescending or not either, but he continues. He doesn’t share his and Cas’ more intimate moments, like the moment Cas gave his wings to Dean and when Dean gave a mixtape to Cas, but he tells Sam enough. Enough so that Sam gets an idea of who Castiel is—was. 

In the morning, Dean is very much hungover. Sam still manages to get up at the ass-crack of dawn, and he takes great joy in blaring Metallica right in Dean’s ear to get him to wake up. Jess leaves out for work not too long after Dean was rudely awoken, and he hardly has time to process the mind-numbing headache he has before Sam is throwing clothes at him. “We’re going out to get some coffee,” Sam tells him. 

“What, you don’t have coffee here?” Dean asks. Sam just shrugs on a jacket, giving Dean a small grin. Dean begrudgingly gets dressed and follows Sam out into the daylight. He follows him into a small cafe that’s practically empty save for the barista. Dean goes to collapse in one of the booths while Sam orders two coffees. Dean can hear Sam chatting with the barista as the coffee is brewed, although he hardly pays attention to it. He’s got one hand pinching the bridge of his nose, his eyes screwed shut as he attempts to deal with this hangover. 

It takes a few minutes before Dean hears Sam telling the barista “Why don’t you join us? There’s no one else around right now; you’ve got nothing better to do.” Dean internally groans to himself—he was in no mood to meet one of Sam’s friends, especially when it felt like his skull was splitting open. 

A quiet but deep voice responds, low enough that Dean can’t hear it over the sounds of the coffee machines. Sam continues trying to convince the barista to join them, while Dean rubs the rest of the sleep from his eyes. Finally, the barista seems to mumble out an agreement, which seems to please Sam. 

Sam joins Dean at the booth, setting down a plain black coffee in front of Dean. Rather than sitting across from Dean however, he sits next to Dean. Dean doesn’t have time to question it before a dark haired, blue eyed man sits down across from him. “I wanted you to meet my brother, Cas,” Sam says, smiling. Dean’s heart thumps loudly in his chest as familiar vibrant blue eyes swivel over to him, before lighting up in recognition. 

“Hello, Dean,” the man, Castiel, greets. Dean swallows thickly, and all at once, his hangover seems to be gone. 

“H-Hey, Cas,” Dean replies. 

“Oh, you know what?” Sam bursts. “I just remembered, I have to talk with one of my professors about something. I have to go if I want to make it in time for his office hours.” Sam stands up, taking his coffee with him. “I’ll see you later, guys!” Sam leaves, and Dean and Cas stare at each other. 

It’s a bit awkward at first. Dean hardly knows what to say. “I wasn’t expecting to run into you here,” Cas finally admits. 

“Yeah, me either,” Dean mumbles. He clears his throat. “So uh, what uh, what happened to you?” 

Cas tells him. About quitting the football team, about getting kicked out, and moving in with his brothers. About searching for himself and for what he wanted, and about wondering if he should ever try to find Dean again. But he had figured that it would be pointless. “Ten years had passed by—what happened with us was a long time ago. I figured that you would’ve forgotten about me, or moved on.” 

“How could I forget?” Dean asks, pulling the chain out from underneath his shirt. The wings sparkle in the sunlight, reflecting in Cas’ eyes. “You left me with a part of you, after all.” And Cas smiles, and Dean finds his heart fluttering again just like it had all those years ago. They talk, and it’s easier to slide into conversation than Dean first thought it would be. It’s only interrupted when someone enters the cafe again, and Cas is forced to go back to work. He tells Dean when he gets off work, though. 

Dean is waiting outside the cafe for Cas, and once Cas is out the door, Dean drives them to a park. They find a tree and sit under it and talk about anything and everything and nothing at all. Before Dean realizes it, it’s getting dark and he’s driving Cas back home. Cas moves to get out of the car when Dean stops him. “I’m leaving town tomorrow,” Dean says. He reaches over to the glove box and pulls out a notepad and a pen. “But I’m not leaving here until I can make sure we’ve got some way to get back in contact again.” He writes down his phone number, tears the paper from the notepad and hands it to Cas. 

Cas turns to him with a smile. “Thank you, Dean,” he says. “It’s been…wonderful to see you again.” Dean nods a bit. 

“Yeah, you too,” he says, unable to keep a smile off his own face. 

Dean leaves town, and Cas calls almost as soon as Dean arrives home. Dean saves Cas’ number in his phone immediately, and soon enough, they’re talking on the phone for hours on end after their work is done. It becomes a routine of theirs. 

When Dean goes up to visit Sam again, he visits Cas just as, if not more often. Sam teases him about it relentlessly, but he’s just happy that his brother is happy. It isn’t too much longer before Dean is reminded of why he fell in love with Cas in the first place, and it just so happens to slip out one night when he’s dropping Cas off at home. He blurts it out on instinct, and then immediately realizes how stupid it was to say that. But Cas just smiles and says “I love you too,” before shutting the car door and walking back into his house. Dean stares after him for a moment, before finally pulling out of the driveway. 

Cas finds the time to visit Dean down in Kansas, and eventually Dean convinces him that it would be a good idea for him to move in with Dean. Sam teases Dean even more about this. Dean finally realizes just how happy is he to have Cas by his side again. They dance to the Zeppelin mixtape Dean made so many years ago, and this time they don’t have to worry about the other one leaving. They fall into a routine together, although nothing is really specified until they’re out shopping for groceries one day and someone asks them if they’re together. Cas is a bit hesitant to reply at first, and so is Dean. Sure, they live together, they occasionally share the same bed and they kiss each other, but they haven’t really said anything about establishing a relationship. So Dean decides he’ll do it then and there, by grabbing Cas’ hand and intertwining their fingers and he tells the person “Yes, we are.” And he certainly doesn’t miss the smile on Cas’ face, because it’s mirrored on his own. 

Dean and Cas are invited to Sam’s wedding, although Cas is initially hesitant. “I’m not sure your father would want me there,” Cas says to Dean. 

“Fuck him,” Dean replies, before leaning over and kissing the tip of Cas’ nose. “You were invited, and no way in hell I’m missing my baby brother’s wedding. No way in hell I’m leaving you behind again, either. Besides, Sam wants you as a groomsman. How can you say no to that?” 

They attend the wedding, and they avoid John. Dean is Sam’s best man, and he gives a speech that makes almost everyone laugh(and Sam bury his head in his hands). Cas congratulates Sam and Jess, and Sam hugs Cas tightly. Cas is a bit taken aback at first, until Sam pulls away with tears in his eyes. “I want you to know that you’re like a brother to me, Cas,” Sam says. “And I’m so happy for you and Dean.” 

Dean gets a bit too buzzed on the margaritas at the bar, and Cas is dragging him away from the reception sooner than they thought. They make sure to pass by Sam and congratulate him one last time before returning to their motel though. Cas drives back to the motel and helps Dean into bed. He considers getting a coffee for himself when Dean sits up and grabs him by the sleeve. “Cas, I’ve been wanting to ask you a question,” Dean says. His tone is serious, and when Cas looks back at him, he looks dead sober. 

“Of course. What is it, Dean?” Cas asks. 

“We’ve been through a lot together. Hell, we’ve been through a lot apart, too. But ever since I ran into you again, I’ve been thinking about how much I want to spend time with you. I don’t want to risk letting you go again. The moments we have together, I wouldn’t give them up for the world.” Cas cracks a small smile and sits down next to Dean on the bed. “I’m just saying, you know…I love you, Cas. Leaving you was one of the worst things I’ve ever had to do. I want you by my side, now and forever. This question has been on my mind almost since the day we met at that cafe, I’ve just been waiting for…I dunno, the perfect moment, I guess.” 

Cas’ eyes widen as Dean talks. “There’s so many things I love about you,” Dean continues. He goes on to list them; the way Cas smiles, the color of his eyes, his bedhead, the careful way he tends to the flowers in the yard, the sound of his laugh, the sound of his voice, the way his eyes light up when he sees Dean, the way he wraps his arms around Dean so tightly when they hug, the way he’s learned to stand up for himself, the way he sasses off characters in the soap operas they watch, the way he falls asleep on Dean’s shoulder, the way he looks when he listens to Dean talk, the way he’s always willing to help even if he has no idea what to do, the way he always does his best to do the right thing, the way he broke out of his shell and carved his own path as a person, and so much more. Dean barely has the ring box out of his pocket and the words “Will you-” out of his mouth before Cas is kissing him. He pulls away briefly to say ‘Yes’ before he smashes his lips onto Dean’s again. 

They fall asleep in each other’s arms, like they had wanted to do so many years ago. They plan to dance to a Zeppelin song at their wedding, and their rings have wings engraved in them. Dean asks if they can have a pie replace their wedding cake, and Cas suggests they can have both. Dean considers inviting John, if it’s alright with Cas. Cas says it’s fine. Cas considers inviting his family, and his father. Dean persuades him to send the invites. 

All of Castiel’s brothers arrive to attend the wedding, even those who had seemingly disowned him. John does not attend the wedding, and neither does Chuck. But to Dean and Cas, it doesn’t matter. They have each other, and the family that really matters was already there. Sam is Dean’s best man of course. It’s Dean’s first time meeting Cas’ family, and all of them threaten to kill him if he ends up hurting Cas. Cas barges in between them, defending Dean from their threats, and growing exasperated when Gabriel ruffles his hair, saying “We’re just trying to make sure he treats our little brother alright!” 

A little while later, Balthazar and Dean are alone. “You’ve always made him happy, since the day you first met him,” Balthazar remarks to Dean. “I trust in you to keep doing that.” 

“I’ll do my best,” Dean replies. Balthazar smiles at Dean, patting him on the shoulder. 

“Good. It’s in your best interests.” 

Dean and Cas’ honeymoon is what anyone would expect. Steamy and hot, yes; but afterwards, they spent the whole night cuddled together in bed, talking. Talking about anything and everything and nothing at all. They’re both happy. They’re both free. They know they’ll never leave the other ever again. They fall asleep in each other’s arms, a Zeppelin song playing quietly on the stereo, a pair of wings over Dean’s heart, and a ring on their fingers. They’re at peace. And they’re happy. And it’s good.

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Ocelot scritches.

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The Novak crest, for a story I’m writing on Quotev

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Imagine : Dean immediately regretting what he said to you when you walk out of the room

This was based off an imagine made by @spn-imagines-nation

~_~_~_~_~_~

It was said in the heat of the moment. He was stressed, angry, and exhausted.

“If you could hunt as well as you screw up, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

You hadn’t done much of anything in reaction. A slight gasp, maybe, a flash of pain glittering through your eyes, but it was gone as soon as it had come. Then, you turned and just left the room.

As soon as he’d said it, he knew it was wrong to say. He hadn’t meant for it to slip out, but it did, and now everything was wrong. Dean walked out of the room, hoping to either make his way to your room where you were most likely hiding away, or get to the kitchen and fix himself a drink. As he approached your room, he found himself ignoring any sounds that might’ve come out from it. A quiet sniffle, the held breath as you heard him pass your room.

Dean walked into the kitchen and fixed himself a glass of whiskey. He sat down at the table, glass in hand, and took a sip. You took stuff to heart. It was just the person you were. No matter how hard you tried, things people said cut down deep and it stuck around for a long time. But it was never the positive things. It was always when someone said something negative that you were so badly affected by it. If you knew how to deal with your emotions better, Dean wouldn’t be in the mess he’s currently in.

Dean sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He thought about you, curled up on your bed as you tried to ignore it, tried to tell yourself that it wasn’t true, but letting it sink deeper and deeper into your core until you told yourself that it was true and that you were a fuck up.

“Damn it,” Dean mumbled. What he had said was, well...it wasn’t called for, but it wasn’t unnecessarily uncalled for either. Taking you on hunts here lately was getting to be more of a chore than anything. He had to not only look out for himself, but also you. You were getting more distracted, never stayed on task for long unless you were actively trying to hunt down the thing you were hunting down, and you were staying in your own head more often than not.

But, you still did well when you hunted. You still researched, you still helped Dean figure out what you two were hunting, and if you came across what you were hunting before Dean did, you’d kill it. So you had been a little off here lately. So what?

Sam had told Dean that you were acting weird because Dean was starting to act weird, and Dean was starting to see why. You had started to talk to him less, and preferred to spend time with other people, or by yourself. As your boyfriend, it pissed him off to see that you’d rather spend time with someone else rather than him. It was just like the two of you were drifting apart, and he couldn’t see why.

Sam walked down the stairs into the kitchen. “So,” his younger brother started, “what happened with Y/n back there?”

“Nothing that concerns you,” Dean grumbled. Frankly, he was getting pissed that Sam was starting to pry into his relationship.

“Dean,” Sam said disapprovingly as he sat down across from Dean. “Y/n is in her room crying because of what you said.”

“I know she is. So what?”

“Dean, she’s not just crying in there. You need to go in there and talk to her.”

“She’s an adult. She needs to learn not to let the things people say affect her so badly.”

Sam scoffed. “This is what I’ve been trying to tell you has been driving her away. You’re starting to constantly degrade and belittle her, telling her what she should and shouldn’t do to make herself better. You don’t realize how badly all that shit is affecting her.”

“Sam, why don’t you learn to keep your nose where it belongs and not pry into other people’s personal lives?” Dean snapped.

Sam’s eyes widened, before he scoffed again. “Fine. Don’t take my advice. But I’m telling you this right now; if you don’t get in there soon, you’re going to be regretting not listening to me.” Sam stood up and left the kitchen. Dean finished off his drink and decided to fill it up again.

Dean poured himself another drink and sat back down at the table when he heard the bunker door open and shut. That was probably Cas coming home. He had been on a hunt for demons here lately, and had killed a few bad infestations in the two months he had been gone.

But what if you had left?

Dean tried to push the suddenly nagging thought away. You had never left before, why would you leave now? Out of all the fights the two of you had been in, why would this one be the one to finally drive you away?

“She’s an adult, but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t have feelings.”

Sam’s words, while scolding and nagging, were true.

“After all this time, it’s a miracle she hasn’t left yet. Fix this soon, or one day, she will.”

Was his chance of trying to get you back gone? Were you gone?

No. No, that wasn’t like you. Dean’s index finger tapped worriedly against the glass in his hands. His glass was still full of whiskey, but Dean found himself not in the mood for it. You hadn’t left before. You had even said that almost nothing could drive you away from Dean.

Almost nothing.

Almost.

Dean stood up and left his drink on the table. He needed to go to your room, just to assure himself that you were there. You were there. He knew you were. He was almost positive that you were in your room, crying and upset, but still in your room.

What would he say to you? Yes, he was an asshole, and he didn’t mean to say what he had said. But what he had said had some bit of truth to it. He would be lying to you if he had said that it didn’t. Lying would probably be the best thing to do in this situation, though. So, he would lie, saying he didn’t mean to say what he said, that he was sorry, and that you didn’t deserve to hear that.

When Dean got to your door, he realized it was open. You never left your door open. Dean’s heart jolted in his chest, and as he looked around, trying desperately to see if you were maybe hiding from him to scare him into thinking you left, he realized that he couldn’t find you.

Dean swallowed thickly as he shut the door to your room and returned to the kitchen. You had said almost nothing could drive you away from Dean. He never meant to drive you away, but it seemed that something had finally pushed you over the edge. Now you were gone, and probably never going to come back.

Dean picked up his whiskey, put the rim of the glass to his lips, and then set the glass back down. “Damn it,” he mumbled, putting his head in his free hand. “God fucking damn it.”

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A Sam and Gabriel song 😂😂

I’m normally only good at doing things once and this is no exception

I feel like it still kind of accurately portrays their relationship but maybe that’s just me lolol

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Take this song I made Cas sing in Tomodachi Life directed @ Dean bc I’ve been trying to set them up

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Rape Escape

Easy and very effective

Requires nothing but your body

Includes attack

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Can we all just take a moment to acknowledge Misha’s hair porn on April 23rd 2015. Because holy fuck, yes please. x

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Peak Sabriel content that I want to see more of, 10/10, 5 stars, the Best Shit I’ve seen in a while, this is perfect and I love it so damn much, thank you for drawing this OP

Hi I just remembered I never posted this here

Fashion icon gabe wearing a dickini

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This is my ideal relationship, why don’t I have anyone to surprise me with pizza

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Imagine : Making cookies with Devil’s Traps on them and sticking them to Crowley

If you’ve been on my account before, you’ve probably seen the Crookley drawing I made. Yes, it’s very badly made, but I’m more of an author than I am a artist. So, uh...yeah, that picture connects to this...somehow. Uh, enjoy or something, idk. Also, I know physics wouldn’t allow this to happen, but this is fanfic so yes it does, and the cookies stick to him and don’t fall off

Why did you do it? You don't know, it was just fun. In the moment, it seemed to be a good idea, but once it was performed, it was the greatest idea you've ever had; and that's even compared to the time that you planned on smashing in Metatron's face with a hammer(you had to deal with smashing his face in with your fist, but it was close enough).

Your arsenal was ready when Crowley came into the bunker. You casually and carefully stuck the first cookie on Crowley's arm, and there would be no way for him to get it off. You had drawn a Devil's Trap on both sides, so if he grabbed for the cookie, it would render him with a hand stuck on his arm, probably for the rest of his life. Or at least, you hoped for the rest of his life.

You hid in your room before Crowley could find you, one of the few safe places that you had. You had warded your room against demons, ghosts, a few random other things, and you were also fully prepared to ward against angels if you needed to, although it would render Cas unable to enter your room and binge-watch TV shows with you.

It was safe to say that Crowley was completely pissed when he noticed. He was pounding on your bedroom door as you cackled and cried from laughing so hard in your bedroom. When you finally opened the door(just a crack, you didn’t want to allow him to attack you) Crowley simply glared at you.

“Do you mind telling me what in the hell is on my shoulder?” He hissed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, trying to play it cool and hide the grin that fought to spread across your face.

“Don’t act like you didn’t put it there!” You pursed your lips, trying to conceal your laughter. “I just got this suit dry cleaned too!” That was what sent you over. You burst back into laughter, leaning against the wall for support as fresh tears sprung in your eyes.

You were soon reduced to wheezing laughter, crumpling down the wall as your stomach started to ache. “Bloody hell, you’re hopeless.” Crowley mumbled.

“I-I might be ho-hopeless,” You started, out of breath. “But at-at least I don’t ha-have a cook-cookie on my arm.” You grinned, starting to laugh again.

“Get it off of me.” Crowley demanded. “Otherwise, you’ll have hell to pay.”

You rolled your eyes, finally calming down. You stood up and pulled the cookie off of his arm. “Better?” You asked.

“Slightly.”

“Well, I’m glad that your dignity and self confidence and ego and whatever else you have was saved.” You said sarcastically. “Now kindly leave.”

But of course, that wasn’t the end of it. It never was with you.

The next day he came in, you had managed to sneakily place more on his back and other places he wouldn’t notice. But then you had decided to go all or nothing. You took the rest of the batch of cookies you had made and did a full on assault. Next thing you know, Crowley was covered with 11 cookies frosted with colorful Devil’s traps on them. Perhaps that was the reason why you were where you are now. Tied to a chair in Hell, watching one of Crowley’s lesser demons break each of the cookies and toss them to the side.

“So, when can I leave?” You ask. “I mean, it’s not like this isn’t riveting to watch, but I have work to do.”

“And what kind of work is that? Is it filling Sam’s shampoo with hair dye? Or maybe it’s wrapping all of Dean’s weapons in plastic wrap and wrapping paper? Or is it baking cookies and putting Devil’s traps on them to infuriate the King of Hell?” Crowley snaps.

“Well, actually, it’s more of a killing vampires thing.” You reply. “But anyways, I’ve got a job to do and being stuck here isn’t exactly going to help me much.”

“I’m keeping you here until you apologize for what you’ve done. And trust me, by the time my demons are done with you, you’ll be pleading for my mercy, begging on your knees for me to accept your apology.”

“I highly doubt that, but okay. I mean, I’ve managed to annoy Lucifer himself before. If I can annoy Lucifer, how long do you think you’ll be able to last?” You ask him.

“For the end of time, if needed.”

You laugh. “Good luck with that! I think you might want to let me go before you have to deal with me for the rest of eternity! Considering the things I’ve done, I’m definitely going to Hell, and then you’re going to have to be the one to deal with me. You might as well not have to deal with me while I’m alive.” You point out.

“I think I can handle-”

“Remember the candle wax? And the flour? And the snowballs? And the knives and guns and arrows and crossbows and spears that I somehow always manage to get a hold of?”

With the remembrance of your other pranks and mischievous tendencies, Crowley pauses.

“And besides, this was just a small prank. If I’m left in Hell, I’ll manage to escape somehow, you know I will. And then I’ll be loose. I don’t think you’d want me loose in your domain, would you?” You ask him.

“Fine. I’ll let you go. But if you ever do anything like this again-”

“Oh come on! I’ve never pranked you before, have I? This was the one time I did so-all the others were on everyone else-and that was mainly because you’re the only demon who’s on our ‘possibly nice’ list, and you’re the only demon who comes around the bunker often enough for me to prank.” You explain. “This was just an idea I had once, and I’ll probably never do it again. You know me, I never like to play my individual pranks more than once. So?”

Crowley sighs, but tells the demon who had been taking the cookies off of him to release you. Once you’re released, Crowley sends you back to your room with a wave of his hand. You smirk a little as you think of the rugs underneath your bed at home. On the bottom of each rug was a Devil’s trap, and these rugs were to be placed all around the house in all of the doorways.

You certainly loved to raise some hell.

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Imagine : Being a new archangel

Originally requested by someone on Quotev. The basis of this imagine is “God creating a new archangel to make his kids feel better, and she’s a precious child, but when she grows up, BAM, she’s a badass lesbian lady”

So yeah, enjoy. Also, quick note here, I’m editing this a little because I always manage to find faults with my writing and want to edit it more, and since I’m too lazy to log back into Quotev so that I can copy and paste it, I’m giving you guys the better version

Chuck wasn’t always there for his kids, he’d admit that. But he was trying to be better about it. He had made up with his sister, and now he just had to try and amend his relationship with his kids. That wouldn’t be too hard, right?

Apparently, he was right. His kids wanted a new baby sibling, for nostalgia or something of the sort. Castiel was the one who had first suggested it, and the others were quick to agree. So, he decided to make another archangel. Why not? And honestly, she was a pretty cute baby. He just hoped his kids liked her.

~_~

You were just a fledgling-or in simpler terms, a baby archangel. Your father had made you a vessel all your own, one that would age with you as you grew from a fledgling to a full grown archangel. Your siblings would watch you, and each sibling got to spend their own time with you. They would watch you and teach you how the world worked. Currently, you were being watched by your two oldest brothers; Michael and Lucifer. 

You had heard that they had almost started the apocalypse, but you just...couldn’t see it. Lucifer often took you to the garden to show you the flowers, and Michael would steal you away from Lucifer, leading to a chase. They were just...such dorks. They couldn’t have been the ones to almost start the apocalypse. 

“Luce!” You call for your older brother. He flies in, popping up in front of you. 

“Yes?” He asks, folding his large wings behind his back. You grin up at him. 

“I wanna go see Cas!” You chirp, practically bouncing in excitement. 

“Cas is busy right now, Y/n. He’s off hunting with those Winchesters.” From the tone of Lucifer’s voice, you could assume that he didn’t really like “those Winchesters.” You hadn’t gotten to meet them yet, but Cas often told you that they were good humans. “But he’s boring anyways! Why don’t we have some fun instead?” Lucifer suggests with a grin. 

“Yeah!” You smile brightly. “Let’s go set something on fire!” 

Someone scoops you up and holds you away from Lucifer. 

“What have you been teaching her?!” Michael snaps. It seems his celestial hearing had allowed him to hear your words. 

“Nothing.” Lucifer replies with a small grin. “Just how to set a few fires, cause a little chaos.”

“That’s it, you’re not mentoring her any longer.” Michael tells Lucifer. 

You pout. “But Michael! Lucifer teaches fun stuff!” You whine. 

“You’re not going to learn how to set something or someone on fire. That’s final.” Michael states firmly. 

You huff a little. “Is Cas still busy?” You ask, trying to squirm out of Michael’s arms. He keeps a tight hold on you. 

“Yes.” Michael and Lucifer reply. 

“Then can I go see Gabe?” You ask with a hopeful look. 

“Why can’t you stay with us?” Lucifer pouts. 

“Because!” You whine, your wings flapping uselessly as you try to escape from Michael’s hold. 

“We’re more fun than Gabe or Cas. Aren’t we, Lucifer?” Michael says. Lucifer nods in agreement. 

“No, you’re not!” You argue. 

Lucifer gasps dramatically. “Betrayed by the only sibling I like!” 

Michael raises a brow. “What about me?”

“Eh, you’re okay.” 

Michael finally sets you down as he glares at Lucifer. The two start to bicker, and you grin. You loved starting fights between your siblings. You didn’t really have a reason for it, you just liked to watch the things that went down in the end. Maybe Lucifer had taught you a little too much about chaos.

~_~

“Here, no, bend your legs a little more.” Gabriel instructs, helping you to get in the right position. “Good. Now, spread your wings, aaaannnd jump!” You jump from the bed, before falling flat on the floor with a grunt. 

“Y/n, you have to flap your wings. If you keep doing this, the floor’s gonna break.” You huff at Gabriel’s words as you pull yourself up. 

“It’s hard!” You whine. The fall didn’t hurt you, but it definitely bruised your confidence.

“I know it is, but it’ll get easier.” Gabriel assures you. “Now, you wanna try again? You just have to remember to flap your wings this time.” 

“But they’re small!” You argue, letting your wings stretch out to emphasize your point. They were a little small compared to the rest of your body, although Gabriel was hoping that they would grow as you did. Most other angels and archangels had wings that were about the size of their bodies, even when they were younger; yours fell short close to your knees. 

“They’ll still work. Now, let’s try it again, okay?” 

You nod, a little unsure, but climb back onto the bed. You walk over to the edge, before bending your legs to prepare yourself. You leap from the bed, flapping your wings as hard as you can. To your surprise, you stay up in the air. 

“I’m doing it!” You chirp.

“Good job, kiddo!” Gabe cheers. 

However, in your excitement, you accidentally fly higher and bump into the ceiling. The sudden jolt to your head shocks you enough to make you stop flapping your wings, and you start to fall with a small shriek. Thankfully, before you can hit the ground, Gabriel catches you. 

“I think that’s enough flying practice for now.” Gabriel says. “Why don’t I show you how to create things?” 

You grin brightly. “Yeah!”

Gabe sets you down on the floor, before the two of you sit down. 

“Alright, I want you to focus your power...” 

~_~

“Cas, what the hell is this?”

“We’re making dinner.” Cas explains, turning around to face the humans in the room. 

“No, what’s a kid doing here?” The human corrects himself. 

“Helping!” You answer, smiling and stirring the spaghetti sauce. 

“So...” The shorter human starts. He had been the one to speak the entire time, as the taller one seemed too confused by your appearance to say anything. “Did you knock someone up or something?” He asks. 

“No, I didn’t ‘knock up some chick.’ She’s my younger sister, and I’m watching her for the week.” Cas explains.

You stop stirring the sauce and stand up on the counter. You hop onto the floor and walk over to the humans. “I’m Y/n!” You greet, smiling. 

Both humans look down to you. The taller one smiles a little. “I’m Sam. This is my brother, Dean.” 

Dean looks back over to Cas. “Where did she even come from?” He asks the angel.

“Our father wanted to try and make amends with us.” Cas starts. “I was the one who first suggested the idea of a younger sibling. She helps draw the rest of us closer together, since we’re all having to help in raising a fledgling. And besides, it’s nice to see a fledgling out and about again.” 

You climb onto the table and sit down, swinging your legs over the side. 

“So what, now you’re stuck having to raise your baby sister?” Dean asks. 

“We chose to do it, we’re not stuck with it.” Cas says. “And she has to learn how to become a proper archangel. So far, Gabriel seems to be the only one actually trying to teach her something, surprisingly. The others are trying to make sure that they become Y/n’s favorite brother.” 

“Really?” Sam asks. He scoffs a little. “I can’t believe Gabriel is the responsible one for once.” 

Dean hums a little. “So Y/n, who’s your favorite brother?” He asks. 

“I like all of them!” You grin. “They’re all nice and funny! Gabe even taught me how to fly!” 

“Huh. I never really thought about angels learning how to fly.” Dean remarks. 

“Of course they’d have to.” Sam says. “Birds have to learn to fly, don’t they? And humans have to learn how to walk. It’s something close to that.” He points out. 

“When did you start to think about the ways that angels work?” Dean asks, raising a brow. 

Sam shrugs. “I just figured that’s how they would work.” He answers. 

~_~

“Balthazar! Balthazar!” You chirp, rushing over to your brother. “I want a kitten!” 

“You know you’ll have to take care of it, right?” Balthazar says. 

“Yeah, I know! I’ll take good care of it, I promise!”

“Where did you even get the idea of a kitten from?” Balthazar asks you.

“Cas says he likes cats and kittens, and I want to get one so that he can see it!” You answer. 

“And where do you plan on keeping it?”

“It can fit in my pockets!”

“You know it will die some day, right?” Balthazar asks you. 

“Yeah, but I’ll still give it love and attention while it’s alive! Pretty pretty please?” You beg.

“Y/n, I don’t think you’ll be able to properly raise a kitten because of how often you travel around.” Balthazar says gently. 

“Aw!” You whine, pouting. Balthazar pats you on the head. 

“Maybe once you’re older, you can get a kitten.” He suggests. 

You stay silent for a moment as you think. “What about a puppy?” 

“Y/n, no.”

~_~

“Gadreel!” You cry, running over to your older brother. “That kid pushed me down!” You point at one of the other kids at the park. 

Gadreel had taken you to the park for the day so that you could enjoy the nature and the beauty of the world. There was also the possibility that you might be able to play with some of the other kids around the park, but it seems that one of those kids decided to push you down. 

Gadreel had no clue how to solve this problem. He didn’t want to start a fight, but human children weren’t simple creatures. So, he stands up and leads you back over to the child, who was now by her mother. He supposed he should act with some civility; that’s what seemed to solve most disputes. 

“Excuse me,” Gadreel starts. “but I think your daughter may have pushed over my little sister. I-” The woman interrupts Gadreel with a distasteful glare. 

“So?” She snaps harshly.

Gadreel, while taken aback, continues. “I think my little sister would appreciate an apology for being pushed over, is all.” 

“Your sister was in my daughter’s way. She should be the one apologizing to my daughter!” The woman snaps, pulling her smug daughter closer to her. 

“No I wasn’t!” You protest. 

“Hush, you! The adults are talking.” The woman glares at you, and you glare back. 

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t talk to my sister like that.” Gadreel says, finally starting to look annoyed with the woman. 

“Well, your sister seems to be a little brat. My daughter has done nothing wrong, how-”

“Y/n, push her back.” Gadreel orders. You gladly shove the girl onto her behind, smirking triumphantly. 

“How dare you?!” The woman shrieks. 

“Now it’s even.” Gadreel states. 

The woman raises a hand, as if to hit you, but Gadreel grabs her by the wrist before she can. “If you so much as look at my sister in the wrong way again, I will hurt you in ways you can’t even imagine.” He glares at her for a moment longer, before letting go of her. 

Gadreel turns back to you. “Come on, Y/n. We can go get some ice cream.” 

You grin widely. “Yay! Ice cream!”

~_~

Samandriel was staying with the Winchesters for safety, and because of that, he wanted to repay them for their kindness. So, he was taking you shopping for human foods, so that they would have a fully stocked kitchen once they were back from their hunt. 

“What things do humans normally eat?” Samandriel wonders. 

“Dean likes burgers and pies, and Sam likes salads and fruits and vegetables and stuff.” You tell your older brother. You were standing in the cart, helping to point out things that you thought Sam and Dean might like. 

“Thank you, Y/n.” Samandriel says, and you smile. 

He pushes the cart through the aisles, both you and him picking out things you think the Winchesters will like. 

“I think that should be good, right?” Samandriel asks as he looks into the cart. The groceries reached past your knees, and consisted of both things that Sam and Dean would like.

“Yeah, it’s good!” You reply with a bright grin. 

The two of you make your way to the registers, where you and Samandriel start to unload the cart. Once all the groceries are up on the conveyor belt, Samandriel picks you up and sets you on the ground. 

The cashier smiles down at you. “Is that your sister?” She asks Samandriel as she begins scanning your items. 

“Yes, she is.” Samandriel smiles. 

“She’s very cute! Does she help out a lot?” The cashier asks. 

“Yes. She always tried to help my brothers and I when we’re in the middle of something, even if she’s not very good at it.” Samandriel replies, and the cashier laughs. 

You take some of the bags and put them in the cart, having to stretch onto your tiptoes to reach. Samandriel pays the cashier while you do so. You had shown him how to summon money earlier so that he could always pay for something he wanted to buy. 

Samandriel helps you finish putting the rest of the bags in the cart, before you lead the way out of the store. 

“Have a nice day!” The cashier calls after the two of you. 

“Thanks, you too!” You and Samandriel call back. 

You lead the way to one of the cars Samandriel had borrowed from the bunker. He opens up the trunk and starts to load the groceries inside. 

“Can you help me put the groceries up when we get back to the bunker?” Samandriel asks you. 

“Yeah!” You nod. You always liked to visit the bunker; or rather, you liked to explore it. Even more specifically, you liked to explore Sam and Dean’s rooms. It was fun to snoop in their stuff, for some reason, and they hadn’t caught you yet. And yes, if they caught you, you’d stop. Or, maybe it’d take until you found some of the magazines Dean liked to keep stashed away for you to stop. Who knows?

~_~_~_~_~_~

Dean coughs harshly, blood spurting out of his mouth as his chest heaves. The werewolf standing above him smirks, tearing its claws through Dean’s chest. Dean lets out a cry of pain, gritting his teeth harshly. The werewolf is suddenly jerked away, leaving Dean in severe pain on the ground. Sam had come in just a little too late, Dean thinks. There wasn’t much left of him at this point. 

Dean can hear the thud of the werewolf’s body hit the floor, before a warm hand is placed to his head. Warmth floods over his body, and all of his wounds disappear, even the broken rib from a week ago. Immediately, Dean knows he’s dealing with an angel. So where was Sam?

He looks up at the angel who had just saved his life. “Who are you?” He asks. 

The angel scoffs. “Wow, Dean, I’m a little offended. I can understand not remembering the name of a one night stand, but you can’t even remember the name of Cassie’s little sister?” She shakes her head. “Unbelievable.” 

Dean stands up. This couldn’t have been Y/n. There was no way! Y/n was around the age of 6, maybe 7, when he first met her, and was short as hell. The woman in front of him looked to be in her 20′s, easily reached Dean’s chest, and held no clue of the child she had been the previous year. 

“I’m an archangel, dummy.” She reminds him, also reminding him that angels can read minds. “We don’t age like humans do, we age as we mentally mature. Oh, and by the way, Sam’s in the car. I figured I’d save him first since he was almost literally under a mountain of werewolves that I had to drag him out of. You’re welcome.” 

Y/n leads the way out of the cabin. “So, what, you’re hunting now?” Dean asks her. 

“No, I run a law firm.” She snarks. “Yes, I’m hunting. And I decided I’ve save your asses before Dad had to do it himself. I swear, you guys chase after death sometimes.” 

Once outside of the cabin, Dean immediately spots Sam in the Impala. He looks perfectly fine, definitely not like he had been under a pile of werewolves. 

“So, want to go to a bar or something?” Y/n asks. “It’s been a while since I’ve been able to get a drink. And besides, it’s better to die enjoying yourself than it is to die in suffering.” 

“It’s not like we die that often.” Dean defends. 

“Dean, you have literally died over 100 times. Granted, most of those times were due to Gabriel’s influence, but nonetheless, you and Sam seem to die a lot. Don’t even try to argue with me on that one.” 

Dean rolls his eyes, but stays silent as he climbs into the car. Y/n gets into the backseat and Dean starts up the car. Y/n had certainly changed from the sweet girl who had helped Cas make spaghetti and helped Samandriel with grocery shopping. But, hey, he still liked the new Y/n. And honestly, she looked pretty badass in plaid. 

[plush-froggo]

Okay, so really quickly, uh...this is Gabriel’s outfit for Halloween in my Dating Supernatural Characters Would Include... story on Quotev. Uh, yeah this is...I’m bad at drawing, but I couldn’t find the exact outfit I wanted so this is what you’re stuck with

Now I have to hide this drawing so that my parents don’t find it and question me about it

[plush-froggo]

Imagine : Claire telling your father, Dean, and your uncle, Sam, that you’re no longer a virgin

Note, not my best piece of work. I was kind of unmotivated writing it, and it’s pretty bad. Anyways, enjoy it or whatever, idc

It was a normal family dinner. Well, it would’ve been if you and Claire hadn’t gotten into a mini fight before it and now you were both completely avoiding talking to each other. Unfortunately, your father and your uncle noticed this.

“So, Y/n, Claire, why haven’t you two been talking to one another?” Your dad, Dean, asks.

“No reason.” You coolly reply.

Claire scoffs. “You know they’re not gonna believe that bullshit, right?”

You finally take a look at Claire, glaring at her.

“I mean, they really aren’t. I thought you were supposed to be good at lying, not completely horrible at it.”

“Dad, did you know that Claire’s been hunting by herself?” You ask your father, still glaring at Claire.

“Oh, you’re playing that card, huh?” Claire smirks.

“Claire, you’ve been hunting?” Dean asks.

“Did you know that Y/n’s not a virgin?” Claire answers his question with one of her own.

Oh.

No.

She.

Didn’t.

Practically everything froze for two seconds; maybe more, maybe less. But when time started moving again, your dad immediately turned to you.

“Y/n, what is she talking about?”

“Shouldn’t we be more focused on the fact that Claire is going out on hunts without permission?” You snap.

“Well, I think I’ll go now.” Sam says, pushing his chair back awkwardly and standing up. He walks away without another word.

“Y/n, have you really had sex?” Dean asks you again.

“It’s such a shame, isn’t it? I mean, I’m still pure, and I don’t just go around sleeping with people all the time.” Claire smirks triumphantly.

“Yeah, well at least I’m still safer than you are. You keep running out into hunts like you are, you’re gonna end up losing your damn head, or some vital organ!” You snap.

“Well, at least I won’t catch an STD, or a baby.” Claire retorts.

“Y/n-” Your dad starts.

You laugh. “Hah! Jokes on you, I’m not catching any kids!”

“Condoms can break, you know.” Claire says.

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m a lesbian, then.” You snap. You stand up from the table. Your last statement seemed to put Dean and Claire in a small state of shock that might allow you to make an escape. You storm to your room and lock the door.

Well, tonight’s dinner had gone badly. Very badly. You wonder, how long will it take for your father to look you in the face again?

[plush-froggo]

I was talking with one of my friends and they were decorating cookies and they made a devil's trap and we wondered what would happen if you stuck one of those cookies to a demon, so I present

Crookley, the Cookie Crowley

[plush-froggo]

Imagine : Going to the beach with Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack (my own)

Damn, I look good. You think to yourself as you blatantly check yourself out in the mirror. It was true though. Your bikini was not only comfortable, but it didn’t reveal as much as you thought it would (which was perfect for you) and the color complimented your S/C skin well.

You walk out of your private bathroom and grab an outfit to cover yourself before you get to the beach. A simple pair of shorts and a cute tank top. You grab your towel and your bag of beach stuff that you wanted to pack for yourself (including snacks, a couple extra towels, a fitted sheet to have a place to lay without sand getting all over you, baby powder to wipe off sand, sun screen, and beach toys because you’re still a child at heart) and walk out of your room.

Dean was wearing a black shirt to cover himself, although he wore red swim trunks instead of wearing shorts. It still looked okay though. Sam was wearing a gray shirt over black swim trunks.

The brothers turn to you once you leave your room, and almost gape at you. You never really wore clothes that showed your skin a lot, so this was probably a surprise for them.

“You...look nice.” Sam comments. Do you see a blush on his face?

“Too nice. You’re gonna have every guy on that beach staring at you.” Dean says, and you roll your eyes.

“I’m not against the attention. I just don’t want too much, where they come up and try to grab me. Now come on! I haven’t been to the beach in forever and I want to swim!” You finish with a grin. The beach really was a nice treat that none of you got often. Hell, you’d be surprised if Sam and Dean had ever been to a beach in their lives.

You three walk upstairs, quickly spotting Cas and Jack.

Jack had orange swim trunks on, with a white shirt over that. Cas had dark blue swim trunks on and a white shirt over that. Jack smiles at the sight of you.

“You look nice, Y/n! That shirt looks cute on you.” He says, and Castiel nods in agreement.

“Thanks! Now, let’s go to the beach! I’m planning on swimming, building some sandcastles, and hopefully digging the biggest hole I can.”

It might’ve been an understatement to say that you were excited.

~_~

The drive didn’t take long, but it felt like forever. You had told Cas and Jack of all the times you used to go to the beach with your family before they had died. The moments were nice to think about now, and you figured that now you could make new beach memories with your new family.

Dean pulls onto the gravel and you immediately open the back door and hop out. You had kept your bag strapped around you the whole time, meaning that you could easily be ready to jump out of the car and get to the beach.

It took less than five minutes to get everything together and the car locked up. You almost ran to the beach, but you had to control yourself. Dean looks over to you.

“Wanna race?” He asks with a smirk.

“Oh, you’re on!” You grin. “I used to do track, and I was the fastest runner in all of my grades. I’d like to see you try.”

“Ready?” Dean keeps walking. By now, everyone’s reached the boardwalk that leads to the beach.

“Fuck yeah.”

“Set.”

“I’ll kick your ass.”

“Go!”

You and Dean immediately start sprinting down the boardwalk, leaving the few passerbys to leap out of your way.

Okay, Dean’s faster than I thought. You mentally admit. You weren’t going to tell him that though.

You push yourself to run faster, and soon find your chance. Another person was coming up, and they were too busy looking at their phone to move out of the way. Dean quickly sees the person and thinks the same thing that you do.

“Don’t you fucking dare, Y/n!” Dean shouts as you pull ahead of him. You rush past the person, who stares after you in confusion, and your feet hit the sand. You kick up some sand as you rush to the water, breathlessly laughing at your victory.

Dean comes to a halt right beside you soon after, the both of you panting like dogs.

“I beat your ass.” You pant with a smug grin.

“Shut up.” Dean huffs.

It takes a few minutes for the others to even come into view, and by then, you and Dean have set up the fitted sheet and sat down.

As soon as you spot the three males, you stand up. “Who wants to go swimming first?” You call to them.

Jack raises his hand immediately. “Great! Let’s go!” You call to him.

By now, you’ve stripped from your tank top and shorts, leaving you in your bikini. Dean had also stripped from his shirt. Jack comes over and places his bag in the sheet. You two walk to the water, and you shiver a little as the cool water laps around your feet.

“I just realized something.” You say once you and Jack are ankle deep in the water.

“What?” Jack asks you.

“Can you even swim?” You turn your head to look at the young male.

“I...I’m not sure.”

You click your tongue. “Oh well. Most of the time you don’t need to swim anyways, as long as you don’t go out far enough. Besides, if the waves come up, you can jump over them. That’s what I always do.”

Before too long, you and Jack are out waist deep in water. The waves aren’t as strong as they were on the shore, but a few do make you have to step a couple steps back.

And then you get to a water level just below your chest. Jack wades out a couple steps deeper before retreating back to you.

“So what does one do out in the ocean like this?” He asks you. You point past him and to a slowly growing wave.

“Just wait for that one to come closer.” You tell him. “I’ll tell you when to jump.”

Jack gives you a confused look, but waits, looking back to the approaching waves.

“Now, jump!” You tell him as soon as the wave is close enough. You jump up, and the wave carries you above it, doing the same with Jack.

Jack falls back to the ocean floor with an almost awed look on his face.

“There’s another one coming!” He points out the next wave.

“Bring it on!”

~_~

Cas watches as you and Jack come back to the shore. A huge wave comes up and knocks the both of you off your feet. Jack surfaces almost immediately, and scrambles to the shore, mildly panicked. You come out cackling, and stumbling to the shore. “That was awesome!” You shout to the males on the sand, almost tripping as you run back up. Jack had already reached the sheet by the time you scramble up, a grin still on your face.

“You guys should’ve been out there! That was awesome!”

Jack looks back to the others. “A fish tried to attack us. That’s why we came back.” You scoff.

“It wasn’t like it was a big fish or anything though. Anyways, I need someone to build sandcastles with me! Who’s up for it?”

Sam looks over to Dean, both lightly grimacing.

“I’ve never done it before.” Castiel says as you walk over to your bag. You take out a bucket and one of the sandcastle molds.

“That’s fine! I’m not really good at them either, but then again, I think you have to be a wizard to get a good looking sandcastle.”

You finally find two of the smaller shovels and look over to Cas with a grin. “Let’s go!”

You and Cas find a good spot to make sandcastles, not too close but not too far from where your little “camp” was at.

“I’m going to go get some water for the sandcastles. I’ll be right back!” You grab the bucket and rush back to the water. It doesn’t take long for the bucket to completely fill, and you rush back over to Cas while trying not to spill the water.

“Okay!” You chirp, placing the water bucket back on the ground and falling to the sand with a small “whump”.

“How does this work exactly?” Cas asks you.

“There’s not really an exact science to it. I mean, I guess there is, but it’s only been found out by masters of the sandcastle craft. All you had to do is pour in some sand, pour in some water, and then once it’s all compacted into the mold, flip it upside down on the ground. It seems simple but it takes forever to get the perfect sandcastle.”

You take one of the shovels and hand it to Cas, before shoveling some sand into the mold. He’s quick to follow your lead.

After a few scoops of sand, you pour in some water.

“I really don’t know if that’s enough or not…” You mutter.

“You can always pour in a little more.” Cas says.

You do so, quickly flooding the sand with water and creating a small pool in the bucket.

“...I didn’t realize it would do that.” Cas mumbles.

“Oh well. Just put in more sand.”

~_~

After an hour, you and Cas finally made a somewhat suitable sandcastle. Only one corner of it had fallen off, so you took that as a win.

You return to Cas after getting a water bottle from the cooler, and spit out your drink.

“HOW DID YOU MAKE A PERFECT SANDCASTLE?!” You nearly shriek.

“I’ve found out the perfect composition.”

“Yeah, no shit! That looks awesome, how in the hell did you do it?!”

~_~

It was getting later in the day now. And you had yet to complete one of your main goals.

Dig the deepest hole you could. Maybe cover it with a towel and laugh when someone fell in.

“Hey, Sam! Wanna come dig a hole with me?” You ask the tall male.

Sam looks over to his brother, who lightly shoves his arm. “Yeah, sure.” Sam stands up, and you rush over to your bag really quickly. You pull out a pair of shovels that you had managed to pack. They were made for kids to use, not adults and definitely not for a 6’4 tall moose like Sam to use.

You’d be damned if you didn’t use them though.

A little ways away from the sandcastles was where you started to dig. You slowly circled around to show about how big you wanted the hole. It wasn’t anything too wide, but you wanted it to be deep. You might have to build a staircase.

“Well...let’s get started!”

~_~_~

Dean, Jack, and Cas look over to where you and Sam had once been. The hole was there, but they couldn’t see you or Sam. Had you really managed to dig a hole deep enough to hide Sam?

Dean stands up and walks over to the hole. It was about the time that they wanted to leave. He looks into the hole, and doesn’t know whether to laugh or scoff at what was going on in the hole.

You and Sam were leaning against a wall, and you had somehow managed to make a roof over a small part of the hole. You were both asleep, your head leaning on Sam’s shoulder and Sam’s head leaning on yours.

He needed his phone.

You jolt awake as someone calls your name. “Come on you two! It’s time we head back!”

Why was Dean so tall?

Oh yeah, you and Sam were in the hole. You were honestly surprised that Sam was able to fit under the little roof you had made. The tall male steps out from underneath the roof, ducking so he doesn’t hit his head, and is back in the somewhat fading sunlight. His head just barely pops over the top of the hole, which surprises you. You knew you had made it deep, but you really didn’t know you had made it that deep.

Sam uses the small “staircase” that you had dug out while he was digging more of the hole. It wasn’t just a slope of sand, but it wasn’t a proper staircase either.

You follow soon after him, and trot to go and pack your stuff up.

~_~_~_~_~_~

You wake up with your shoulders hurting. Badly.

The sunburn was always the worst part of going to the beach, even if you put on sunscreen.