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psyleedee · 5 years ago

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Fix You With My Love - Dean × Castiel.

Words: 2k.

By psyleedee.

"Don't move."

Castiel warned as he walked out of the constricted bathroom, a wet, blood-stained napkin in his hands.

Dean grunted in response, clutching onto his right shoulder, wincing when his finger brushed against the gaping stab wound. Although Castiel had managed to wipe away most of the dripping blood, the redness remained. The bathroom they were in made Dean feel claustriphobic. A narrow side of the bathroom was for the shower, and just about four tiles worth of space for the sink and toilet.

Dean sat on the closed toilet, a small stool kept in front of him, where Castiel had been sitting to tend to Dean. Not being able to wear a shirt, under any other circumstances, would be great, but not right now, when the heater in their cheap motel room had broken down, and winter was right around the corner.

Castiel walked back in with a bag in his hand.

"What's in that?"

Dean asked, eyeing the small fanny pack sort of bag.

"Gauze, bandage, disinfectant, needles, medical thread, antiseptics, painkillers."

"You coulda' just said a first-aid kit."

"You asked what was in it."

"You're stupid as fuck, y'know."

"And you're cranky and immature. Shut up."

Castiel retorted, and seated himself down on the tiny little stool, between Dean's legs, scrutinizing eyes fixed onto the wound.

Castiel's eyes flicked from Dean's chest and up to his shoulders, before moving down onto the bag. He took a deep breath, and retrieved some cotton from the bag, along with a bottle of antiseptic liquid, and soaked the cotton with some of it. He placed the bottle down next to his foot, and leaned forward, placing the cotton below the wound, causing Dean to hiss aloud. He winced, looking away and locking his jaw as the cotton moved with gentle strokes along the sides of the wound.

Dean had removed the knife, although painful, and Castiel had, of course, yelled at him for that about bloodloss, hygiene and infections and blah-blah-blah.

"Hold still-"

Castiel said, his voice quivering and shaky. His lips remained parted, and eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated on the wound on Dean's arm.

"I'm trying- it hurts-"

Dean gritted through his teeth, hissing as Castiel's nimble fingers retreated from the wound.

"Alright. This is the hard part, and when it's over, you'll be okay. Yeah?"

Castiel said, chewing on his bottom lip.

"You're stitching it? You sure?"

"Yes, I am."

Castiel said, and averted his gaze to look straight into Dean's eyes.

Castiel had honest eyes, modest and assuring. Dean had seen them a hundred times before. He'd seen them up close too, for the past two weeks, when they went to bed next to each other. But he'd never seen them the way he was seeing them at that moment. He didn't know why or how they pulled him in, drowning him within them. He didn't even know if Castiel looked at everyone like that, or just Dean. Dean liked to think it was just him.

"Dean?"

Castiel urged, and Dean blinked back to the present, mumbling something incoherent. Castiel simply narrowed his eyes and then went back to fishing items out of his bag.

The moment, everything about it, seemed so overtly domestic, although people wouldn't exactly call stitching someone's stab wound a domestic act, for Dean, who'd been on the police force for ages now, and who'd seen Castiel grow along side him, always believing he was his rival, instead of his friend, and ending up being paired with him for an undercover operation, it seemed like something had bloomed between the two of them. Something they never spoke about. Something that they only showed when their fingers brushed while exchanging weapons, something that could only be seen when Dean would slip his arm around Castiel's waist and pull him back with caution, when they went about spying and were close to getting caught, something that they only knew existed when they both went to sleep next to each other, silently wishing they could do that every night, something so obvious and oblivious at the same time, that no matter how much they seemed to care for each other, all that would come out of the both of them was stone-cold bickering.

But now, sitting here in front of each other, so vulnerable and naked, not physically, but emotionally bare, not having any other option except to face what they kept neglecting for days, it made Dean's skin burn. Sitting here, he could see just how attractive Castiel was, his smooth tanned skin, tinted with pink at his cheeks, his blue eyes, accentuated by the light pinkness of his lips, and his messy raven black hair, sticking out and falling against his face in some places.

Absently, Dean reached out and brushed some hair away from Castiel's forehead, who was busy threading the needle. At Dean's touch, he whipped his head up, eyes searching Dean's, lips falling open and shutting back, as his tongue ran over to glaze the bottom lip. Every primal instinct in Dean's body urged him to lean forward and taste them, but he knew where to draw the line. Besides, Castiel and him were simply colleagues. Nothing could ever work out between them.

Atleast he tried to convince himself it wouldn't.

"Sorry-"

Dean mumbled, glancing away and back at Castiel, who seemed to have threaded the needle. He kept nibbling at the side of his bottom lip, and Dean noticed the red that had begun peeking ever so slightly.

"Don't do that."

Dean said, flicking his finger against Castiel's bottom lip.

Castiel's eyes shot up, and it seemed like his breath had caught in his throat. Well, erm, now that Castiel peered at Dean with such genuine innocence, it was hard for Dean to remain focused as well.

"Okay, uh."

Castiel said, and drew a deep breath, holding his hand up to the start of the wound.

"Stay still, okay?"

Castiel murmured, his eyes softening and fixing onto the wound. Dean shut his eyes with anticipation of the pain that was to come.

"You uh- you should've waited for me-"

"I really don't want to hear you lecture me about not following the plan-"

"You could've been hurt way worse."

Dean opened his eyes just a peek, only to find Castiel was concentrated on his wound, the needle having sewn through his skin at the start.

Dean winced, hissing and grunting as Castiel continued to sew the needle through Dean's skin.

"It's alright Cas, it's just a stab wound."

"He was going to stab you in the chest, Dean."

"But he didn't. You shot him, and you saved me."

"I didn't do shit. You held them off for so long, I couldn't have done that if it weren't for you, and now I feel bad, because I feel like I gave you the riskier part of the plan, which is why you're hurt."

Castiel complained, and Dean tried not to smile at his little pout.

"Don't blame yourself, Cas. I've had worse before, okay? A basic stab wound isn't going to hurt me. I mean, at least not as much as the other things I've been through."

Dean assured him, and Castiel's bottom lip quirked.

"I just wish we could've gotten out without you getting hurt."

"They don't train you for all those years for nothin'."

Dean joked, butterflies fluttering around his stomach when Castiel smiled.

"You like doing this, don't you? Getting so close to danger, and then getting off on the thrill of it, not caring how it bites you back."

Castiel shook his head, and though what he said should've stung Dean, the concern that laced his words made Dean's lips twitch in a soft smile.

"Yeah, I do."

It's why I dared to fall in love with you.

A voice supplied from the back of his mind, and he dismissed it when Castiel scoffed.

"Don't be so careless."

"Why?"

"Because I can't see you like this."

"Why?"

He knew he was pushing Cas to his limit, but he didn't care. He wanted answers. Answers only Cas could give him.

After what seemed like ages, Castiel looked back at Dean, staring straight at him.

"Because it hurts me."

"Why does it hurt you?"

Castiel breathed, grabbing a small blade and snipping the excess thread off.

"Why do you ask so many questions?"

"Because I want answers; reasons."

Dean shrugged, cringing at the shard of pain that struck his arm as he lifted it.

"It's better if I keep them to myself."

Castiel stated, and dug into the bag to retrieve a fresh roll of gauze and bandage. He used another antiseptic-soaked cotton swab to clean the area around Dean's sutures.

"Why won't you tell me?"

"Why are you so stubborn!?"

Castiel scolded, being pushed over his limits already. He glared at Dean, breathing heavy and deep, which seemed to shut Dean up, as he looked away with dismay.

Shaking his head, Cas slid his hand under Dean's arm, pressing his palm against the warm underside of Dean's arm, and began wrapping the gauze around the wound.

Castiel sighed, wrapping the roll around Dean's arm several times, keeping it loose enough to allow air to circulate.

"I can't tell you, because if I did... It would... It would change things..."

Castiel breathed, tying the loose ends of the bandage together.

"Change is good."

Dean swallowed, and Castiel looked up at him.

Their eyes met like stones flicking against each other, and the spark that erupted traveled deep within both of their bones.

"Really?"

"Want me to show you?"

Dean suggested, and Cas gave a soft nod, his eyes already wandering down to Dean's lips.

It wasn't hesitant in any way, but there was a precise determination that lingered within the air, like a slow tide of water immersing them.

Castiel shut his eyes and parted his lips, his hand settling on Dean's thigh, as he leaned forward. Dean watched Cas for a moment, just the sight of him, waiting to be touched and felt, had arousal swirling around the pit of Dean stomach.

Dean slid his free hand around the back of Cas's head, tangling his fingers within his messy black hair and tugging Castiel forward, punching a loud gasp out of his plush, peachy lips. Dean leaned down, shutting his eyes, and they met in the middle, lips slotting into each other's.

A moan escaped Castiel's mouth, rumbling between their mouths, as he surged forward, tilting his head, trying to taste every inch of Dean's lips, his hands sliding up Dean's thigh, to his hips.

Dean opened his mouth, prodding his tongue inside Castiel's lips, as he moved back on his seat, pulling Cas up, onto his lap with his free hand. It helped that Cas was so keen, and straddled Dean's hips willingly, hands sliding around his neck, avoiding his wound, as Dean dragged his hands up Castiel's waist and slid them up his back, under his threadbare t-shirt, the touch causing Cas to shiver and hum into their heated kiss.

Their chests rocked together, both of them cautiously avoiding any touching near Dean's wound, as Castiel rubbed against Dean's crotch, tongue circling around Dean's, grazing against the roof of Dean's tongue, as they kissed -no, scratch that- made out, complete with the moaning and the inappropriate groping and grinding.

Something must've brushed against Dean's wound, because all at once, he pulled back and groaned.

"Shit, I'm so sorry-"

Castiel began, holding onto Dean's shoulder for support, eyes studying the bandaging and then Dean's face.

Dean shook his head, mumbling not you, and panted to catch his breath.

"Fuck-"

Dean hissed, and surged forward, lips latching onto the bottom of Cas's neck, over his collar bone, sucking a crimson bruise onto the flesh, as Castiel moaned.

Dean simply let his lips wander around Cas's neck, reaching up to nip at his jaw and drop kisses down his neck.

Somehow, Cas managed to clasp his shoulders and push Dean away from his neck, bearing his eyes into the other's, as he tried to speak in his dazed state.

"I want to taste you... But not here-"

"Hmm..."

Dean hummed, nuzzling his nose against Cas's neck.

"Dean? Dean... No, stop-"

Dean pulled away, gazing up at Cas.

"I don't want to do this on a freakin' toilet. We have a bed."

Castiel said, with grave seriousness, and Dean tried not to snort.

"What are we doing here then?"

Dean prompted, and followed Castiel as they both stood up, barely any space for them together, and headed out of the bathroom, hands laced within each other's.

"Cas?"

Dean halted and tugged at Cas's hand, causing him to lose momentum and crash his back against Dean's chest.

"Hmm?"

"I'm in love with you."

Dean murmured against Cas's nape, sliding a hand around the other's stomach.

Cas smiled, setting one hand atop Dean's hand on his stomach, the other one reaching up to caress Dean's cheek.

"I'm in love with you too."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Dean asked, and Castiel turned around in his arms, sliding his own hands around Dean's neck.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Castiel quipped.

"I was scared you wouldn't love me back..."

"Me too..."

They stared at each other, simply taking in each other's company, and how they could touch each other, kiss each other, love each other, without anyone or anything holding them back.

"We're dumbasses, aren't we?"

"Yes... But I wouldn't change a thing."

Dean's face softened, and for once, he could hold Castiel in his arms, and feel like that's where he belonged. Because he did.

"Neither would I."

Dean whispered, touching his forehead to Cas's, shutting his eyes and cherishing the pure unabashed pointlessness of standing in an empty room and hugging the person he'd been in love with for years now.

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uzum4k1-uch1h4 · 8 years ago

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Separated

Pairing: Dean×reader sister, sam×reader sister

Warning:mention of torture, blood, fluff at the end

Resume: Your kidnapped while in the last hunt (not much information given about that though) and you just escaped.

There is no conversation.

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Sluggishly getting out of the blue car you stole your limp became more prohiminent as your tired body headed for the entrance of a motel. You where in great need of a hot bath and and sleep. Each of your muscles ached at with every step you took. You were ready to collapse and it wasn’t hard to see. The blood on your battered skin and dirty clothes caught the eye of the women at the entrance who looked at you in concern but didn’t say anything.

Heading for your room was becoming more difficult as time went by and your eyes were closing on themselves. Sweat slid down your brows because of the effort you were putting in walking. You had stayed in the same seat, unmoving, for days and you were now paying the consequences. Your wrists and ankles burned vividly when the clothes you were wearing touched the red and bleeding skin.

You had been strapped to the same chair in a sort of dungeon for days being tortured for hours on end. Not being fed also didn’t help you get better. The only thing you had was the droplets that fell from the ceiling when it had started raining after two or three days and the single half full glass of water you had gotten more then 24 hours ago so you were starving.

Slowly peeling your clothes off you made your way to the white bathroom. Finally getting in the hot shower you greatly desired you felt your strained muscles slowly but surely loosening. Wincing and hissing when the droplets of water first started touching your skin turned to blissful hums of delight when you felt the effects of the water.

When your head couldn’t be kept straight and the water turned cold you grabbed the first towel you saw and slowly cleaned the water around each big cut, trying not to injure yourself further and to keep the towel as white as possible you wouldn’t want the maids wondering if a murder occurred in you room.

Stitching up the biggest cuts with the needle and the strings you found in the first aid kit under the sink where your shirt and jeans layed to clean of the blood you tried not to cry in pain and shake to much. Finally done you put the kit back in its place before going to your clothes still in the water and cleaning them as much as you could before letting them dry for the night.

Pulling the covers off before sliding in the comfortable bed you fell asleep, not without sending a third call to Castiel, telling him exactly where you were and to come and get you or at least to tell your brothers.

The next morning you woke up to the sound of a car rolling in circles in the parking lot. The sound was conforting as it reminded you of all those hours you’d spent in the back seat of the impala, sleeping or awake, singing to your heart’s content or groaning in pain, laughing at your brother’s lack of luck or getting angry when they kept annoying you. That was what the sound that came from behind the wall reminded you of.

It was the sound of home.

knocking at your door had you tense before hissing in pain at the sudden movement. Why would someone knock on your door so early in the morning. Maybe someone called the cops and they were there to arrest you or maybe it was some kind child services and they were here because of how you had come in the hotel so late and barely staying up right because of the pain and bloodloss.

Taking the closest thing that could be used as a weapon, which happened to be a chair, you headed for the door. Using your made up weapon as to hold you upright you looked at the floor in front of the door remembering you didn’t put salt at the entrances and the windows, you groaned at your forgetfulness before twisting the doorknob.

When you saw something head your way much to fast to your liking you used the chair as a shield and placed it between you and the ‘attacker’.

When he saw the chair in his way he stopped and regained his composure, maybe Castiel gave him the wrong room number, but then his eyes went higher then the wood piece in front of him and he met his baby sister’s eyes.

At the same time both your green eyes and Dean’s filled with tears and you launched yourself in your brothers protective embrace. Rapidly realizing you were hurt with the way you flinched when he hugged to hard Dean relaxed himself so as to not crush you and settled for petting your hair and promising that he’d never let you out of his sight in another hunt.

Feeling something pressing against your back you felt someone else’s haired brush against your cheek and you knew it was your other older brother Sam who just locked that car, something Dean never forgot to do so it really surprised Sam that his older brother did.

Finally in your brother’s arms you knew you could fight all that came your way if both of them stayed by your side.

Short but done!

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uzum4k1-uch1h4 · 8 years ago

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Who do you choose?

A/N:Your like 10 years younger then Dean and it like in like season 4-5-6 (i think, been a while since i watched those episode) so yeah he’s in his earlie thirties.

Resume: your the little sister of Sam and Dean and the three of you are kidnapped by a demon that wants revenge because you killed someone close to him. To have a little fun he makes you choose who will live: Sam or Dean.

Warning: torture, blood, fighting…? I think that’s all

Enjoy!

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The clicking of his heels was heard all through the small abandoned building as he walked to the door where his prisoners were held. His prisoners, oh how he loved the sound of that. He had finally done the impossible.

He had captured the 3 Winchester’s and incapacitated their faithful angel, or so he thought, the angel was just blocked unable to move from the same place somewhere surrounded by cows. He was proud to still be standing there, alive and kicking.

They had been so easily tricked it was almost sad but since when did demons feel pity.

So he made his way, almost skipping in happiness, to the room were he had locked the three stooges.

Opening the door slowly to make sure the three were still sitting and tied down to their respective chair. The two brothers on one side of the room facing the baby of the family, you.

You and your brothers had been kidnapped while in a hunt. You were going after a ghost that had killed all the residents that bought the house throughout the years but after you finished a couple of demons jumped you three and Castiel hadn’t responded to any of your calls.

All in all you didn’t know who would help you out of this picky situation. When you first saw the demon open the door you recognized him, your brothers soon would two because the door was to their back. It was the demon that had stayed back and watched as you battled his minions.

When Sam had recited the exorcime the demons you were fighting he disappeared before reappearing when you all thought you were done. The three of you were hurt and your guards had been lowered so he easily put you all unconscious.

When Sam and Dean heard the door open and finally saw the demon that abducted the three of you head for their little sister they strengthen their will to brake the bonds securing them to their chairs. No way would they let some demon hurt you, no way in hell.

Sliding his hand up and down your face the sick grin grew on the monster’s face, he knew touching you would kill your brothers so each time he touched, hit you he would look back at the two to see their defeated looks because they knew they couldn’t do anything but watch as he abused you.

When he seemed to get bored he left her side to go to a cart that was hidden in the shadows and that neither of the siblings had seen earlier because not only was it dark but it was just behind you so your body was hiding it from your brothers. By then you were black and blue with some scratch marks because of the demon’s ring that had done a good amount of damage each time he punched you.

Strutting in your direction the sickly smile having returned he held a knife in his right hand. When he got closer to your painting form your brothers shook in their restraints with newly found strength. They hadn’t stopped either but they simply couldn’t concentrate on freeing themselves when you were right in front of them suffering but trying to stay strong.

When he finally arrived to you side he drew the knife closer to your cheek, while holding your head with his other hand, and slowly cut your cheek before licking the blood.

“Why don’t we play a little game” came his voice for the first time and the sound of it gave you shivers. His sentence caught the attention of both Sam and Dean and they stopped moving for a second. Their glares had intensified even more then earlier and if looks could kill he would have been back in hell and they would have been the ones torturing him.

“Why don’t I make you chose wich one will make it out of here” he started, inching himself closer to you. “Alive” he finished. Your eyes flew open in shock when he finally spoke.

You had to choose which one of your brothers was to make it out alive but you couldn’t so you looked at him from the corner of your eyes, glared at him, spit his way before speaking clearly.

“No” your voice didnt sound fragile but strong and the demon knew, he knew that if he wanted and answer then he’d have to have a little more fun.

“Very well then”

When he said that both Sam and Dean’s eyes found their way to the demon in surprise and curiosity. He wouldn’t just give up that easily so what was he planning.

“I always get what I want, it doesn’t matter how much time it takes me I always do” he said strocking your hair and biting your ear lobe sending shivers down your spine, and not the good type of shivers.

What seemed like hours later but was only thirty minutes, he asked again who you choose and still you said no one. Finally many hours of your brother growing more and more angry and the demon getting irritated at your lack or response he placed the edge of the knife just by Sam’s eye and that was what made you crack.

“OK! I-I know who I choose” you said, desperately wanting the demon to step closer to you and walk on the dry blood that was yours.

“Oh and who is it?” He asked, genuinely curious, it had been easy. He just had to include one of your brothers in on the ‘fun’ and you did all you were told.

All you did was mumble an incoherent answer knowing he’d step closer to hear what you said. And again you mumble incoherently seeing stepping right by your trap.

The second his foot entered the demon’s trap you pushed your legs up and used them to choke him before using your bare foot to take the knife, you had taken both your shoes of to be able to draw the details on the floor.

Pushing yourself from him you ended up on your back before turning on your side and taking the knife in your hands and using it to cut the big ropes that held you in place. Cutting the ropes from your feets two you slowly got up trying not to cry out in pain and headed towards your brothers to cut them loose.

When you finally finished cutting Sam’s ropes with Dean’s help you collapsed because of the bloodloss and the pain.

“Hey hey I got you pipsqueak, stay awake can you do that for me” the voice sounded so far away and yet so close and all you could see was a blury figuring hovering over yourself. Hearing another voice speak in another language you knew the person was exercising the demon you caught that was still in the trap.

“Come on (y/n) stay with me damn it!” Your eyes were closing in on themselves slowly, but surely, and not before you were unconscious.

You came to days later. The sound of a beeping machine breking the tense silence and your surrounding were entirely white. The only things that broke the rule were the two people sitting on either side of your bed, both holding one of your hands and trying to stay awake.

Your constent groanings was what brought them back to consciousness and each with a happy smile on their face gave you a hug promising protection.

“You scared me there pip I thought you were a goner” Dean finally said, relief flooding through him at the idea of having his baby sister back to his side any day now.

“Yeah well I’m not going anywhere for a while” you responded with a smile that probably looked more like a grimace then anything.

“You better” this time it was Sam who spoke his concern.

Someone knocked at the door before opening it in a haste.The man who entered was Bobby, the one person who acted more like a dad then your own flesh and blood father.

“You idjit gave us all a scare, you won’t be leaving my side for a while (y/n) and I hope you know it” he said sternly.

“Yeah I know” you said laughing. Your family may not be the biggest one but you were all happy together and no one will be able to do anything about it.

The ringing of Dean’s phone brought you all back from your little world so he put the phone in between all of you so you all would hear what was said on the other side.

“Dean I request you assistance I am in a farm and I can not get out. I am also surrounded by cows and the voice says I am almost out of minutes”

Done!

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