#Castiel really wants a puppy

[ultravi0lence14]

Thinking Out Loud

castiel x fem!reader

1.7k | fluff

summary: when the winchesters leave you to go on a hunt, a certain angel comes and keeps you company.

you really didn’t know what to expect when you went on this case with sam and dean winchester.

the three of you had resided in some dingy motel, this certain hunt taking you three to the state of oklahoma. the case was a simple nest of vampires making their way through the residents, not something that you or the two men were unfamiliar with.

what you were confused by was the look on sam’s face when him and dean were getting ready to leave. you could pinpoint small shreds of sympathy in his eyes, but you couldn’t understand why he was looking at you like he was sorry about something.

that was until dean’s voice broke through the tense silence in the air. “i think you should sit this one out.”

your jaw dropped on its own, a look of shock spread across your face. you couldn’t understand why they were asking you to stay back, the three of you worked as a team. you’d be damned if you let yourself sit out like a child without any explanation.

eye’s narrowing at the older winchester, you stood as a buffer between the door and the brothers, almost challenging them to dare even leave without you. “what the hell are you talking about? I’m not staying back, are you crazy?”

it was sam who spoke up this time. shuffling his feet like a toddler and refusing to look you in the eyes. “you haven’t fully healed from the last case Y/N, and we both want to make sure that you are safe.” their reasoning was good, you would give them that; but they’d be stupid to think you’d give up without a fight. before you could even get a word in dean lifted his hand, halting you from furthering a very long and drawn out rant.

“we know you can handle yourself, sweetheart. we’re just making sure you’re at your full strength so you don’t get hurt.” the look in his eyes was pleading, and you knew that you couldn’t argue when he gave you that look.

with a defeated sigh and an understanding nod, you hugged them both and watched as the impala took a turn out of the parking lot, disappearing from your sight. you honestly couldn’t blame them. the gash on your shoulder was far from healed and you knew dean was still on edge from his trip to hell.

he had gotten back around two months ago, and you could easily see the pain in his eyes. he would never admit it to sam — or you for that matter — that something was weighing him down. If staying back was helping him feel more comfortable and safe, than so be it.

the silence in the room was quickly interrupted as a mere whoosh could be heard from behind you; nearly scaring you shitless if it wasn’t for your new knowledge on angles and their mode of transportation.

castiel. the angel who had ‘gripped dean tight and raised him from perdition’. you had formally met the man, though you hadn’t said more than three words to him; neither had you been alone with him for that matter.

he was standing by the door, looking like a child who just lost their mother in a store. you slightly smiled at him, staying where you were as you weren’t fully accustomed to the idea of angels and heaven yet.

the tension in the room could be cut with one of dean’s vampire machetes. you didn’t know what to do but just stand there and stare at him. castiel had his head turned like a lost puppy, a look of utter confusion written all over his face.

“you are in pain,” he muttered, slightly moving closer. You couldn’t move, too stunned as to how he knew you were injured. castiel didn’t seem to notice, as he inched closer to your body and brushed his hand upon your marred skin. “why didn’t you tell me you’re hurt?”

his question took you aback, not expecting him to ask you that, especially not with as much sorrow and concern that flowed through his voice. the angel seemed genuinely pained that you were hurting and didn’t tell him, and you couldn’t understand why.

you felt him gingerly touch your shoulder, softly pulling down the material of your shirt so he could inspect the long and nasty wound that had been inflicted by a werewolf. the gash ran from your shoulder blade to the middle of your spine, uncomfortably rubbing against your shirt and stinging like a bitch when you accidentally bumped into something.

catching eye contact with the angel, he seemed to be silently asking you something, giving you this somber look as he gently stroked the length of your cut. you didn’t need to ask what he meant. he wanted to heal you.

angelic grace and what God’s warriors were capable of doing was new to you. the boys hadn’t known castiel for long, and completely trusting him to heal your cut had you more worried than you probably should’ve been.

but the pain you were in was starting to become unbearable, and castiel didn’t seem like he was going to secretly liquify all your organs. with a slight nod, you agreed to let castiel rid you of your pain.

not knowing what to expect, you braced yourself for any sort of movement that he was going to do. what was not expected was for the angel to brush his hand from your shoulder, up the column of your neck, and onto your cheek, grasping your face with one hand while two of his fingers pressed onto your forehead.

the pain radiating throughout your body slowly ebbed into nothing, and the wide eyed look you were giving castiel seemed to only get wider. he just kept a stoic expression, his fingers gently pressed on your forehead until he knew you were fully healed.

you didn’t know how to react when the realization that all of your pain had subsided settled in. you were healed, and somehow the only thing running through your mind was that castiel was still gently holding your face in his palm.

saying you didn’t think the angel was cute would be a straight up lie. the handful of times you’ve encountered him before had a fluttery feeling in your gut and a faint blush on your cheeks. it was as if you were seventeen again, making a whole new path to class so you could bump into your crush for all of a minute.

obviously, you didn’t think much of it, chalking it up to be an infatuation that would simply go away. castiel was an angel of the lord after all, no way would he ever reciprocate any of your feelings.

“you are very beautiful.” he muttered the words so softly you almost didn’t hear him. if it wasn’t for the way he was slightly smoothing his hand over your cheek, you would’ve just chalked yourself up to being crazy.

castiel had this almost topical expression on his face, like he was studying your features to it’s smallest details. “i have never seen a creation from God quite as beautiful as you are.” again he had muttered this, as if he thought he was saying it in his head and not out loud.

“cas,” you breathed out, not knowing what to say or how to even think. “you probably don’t mean that.” years and years of shitty boyfriends and being garnered second choice had you doubting every word coming out of the angels mouth.

nothing could’ve prepared you for the look of utter despair across castiel’s face. he seemed genuinely pained that you didn’t believe the words he spoke. “i mean every word, Y/N. you are exceptional, possibly one of my father’s best creations. why can’t you believe me?” you wanted to pinch yourself. there was no way castiel was saying all of this and actually meant it.

your resolve was starting to falter, and you were really asking yourself if trusting in cas was all so bad. what you felt when he was around was something you hadn’t experienced before, and you couldn’t just deny yourself that.

you still had your fears, and with a wide eyed look, you lightly lent into castiel’s palm, breathing out your next couple of words. “i don’t know how to believe you.”

for the first time that night, instead of a concerned or confused stare, castiel smiled at you. a bright, beautiful smile.

“here.” he muttered, slightly inching his face towards yours until both your lips brushed. “i’ll show you.” without a second thought his lips smashed onto yours, his hands instantly going to both wrap around your waist and in your hair.

the kiss was searing, like something you had never experienced before. for being an angel unknowing on all things humanity, castiel could kiss. he was one hundred times better than any of the other guys you had been with, and you couldn’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around his neck and getting closer to his body.

as the two of you broke away, you couldn’t help embracing him in a hug, head resting on his chest as the angels arms came up to rest on your back. you both just stood in the middle of this dingy motel room, tightly holding onto each other and just basking in the comfort of the moment.

with a slight sigh, castiel broke that silence by murmuring quietly beside your ear. “i will spend the rest of my existence professing how special you are, my love. for as long as you live you will have me.”

his words almost brought tears to your eyes, never once knowing someone who cared about you as castiel did in this moment.

“thank you.” the words stumbled from your lips in a jumbled manor, feeling the angel breathe in and out as he softly moved his hand up and down your back.

he didn’t need to say anything back, for his actions spoke louder than any words. and you knew cas was going to stick to his promise. the angel was going to do anything in his power to make sure you were secure and safe, and you wouldn’t ask for anything different.

[bunnysbrainrot]

Obedience at its Finest

Relationship: Lucifer!Castiel x fem!Reader

Content: degradation, pet play (remember when he called Crowley his 'puppy'? exactly), BDSM, slapping, oral (male receiving).

Summary: Castiel had accepted Lucifer to take over his vessel, leaving you as collateral for Cas's agreement with Lucifer. No harm would come to you, at least not in the way that you think. The Devil himself decides to see how far he can push to break you, you can only hope that you'll last. Though you had been attracted to Castiel before, his whole new persona takes you by surprise.

A/N: I was really excited to write this, so I'm hoping it gets the love it needs! Chapter two is already being brainstormed. This one may get pretty intense, especially in further chapters. If that's not what you're looking for, feel free to send a request!

Everything was different. The whole world had flipped upside down and it left you and the Winchesters confused. Castiel had agreed to let Lucifer himself take over his vessel over a month ago. The one thing no one anticipated was the Devil taking you, as 'collateral', he said. You were immediately swept away with a snap of his fingers, the last thing you saw being Sam and Dean's torn expressions while Satan whisked you away.

Now you stood in a throne room, the click of Lucifer's shoes being the only sound as he strode over to you.

"Tell me, I've had you here for quite some time," he opened, "do you know why I chose you instead of a Winchester?"

It was something you had contemplated for a while, why you of all people? Your eyes met Lucifer's as he smiled deviously down at you. He clicked his tongue when you shook your head, eyes wide with nervousness. His potential is unmatched to anything you had seen before. Just a snap of his fingers - hell, a single thought, could kill you. But he had every other chance since kidnapping you to finish the job and get rid of you, why...?

"Well, A: It's a pain in the neck - having a Winchester and Dad knows who else on my ass forever? Pass."

Lucifer stood beside you, craning his neck to ogle at your face while it remained still as stone.

"Come on! You gotta warm up sometime, geez. Don't you wanna hear what 'B' is?" His tone was jovial, a constant taunting when he spoke to you. Your eyes met his - the eyes of someone who once was your friend, potentially much more if it weren't for God's 'Favorite' taking over his life. Part of you mourned silently over Castiel, though you knew he wasn't truly gone, and that he was in there somewhere. Behind the, pun intended, devilish grin on his face.

You gave him a curt nod, to which he let out a deep breath.

"Okay, now we're getting somewhere," he said encouragingly. Lucifer stepped to the side to make a path behind you, his mouth dangerously close to your ear. "You see, I can admit that I may have taken you because of a... personal affection. If you know what I mean."

His lowered voice shuddered through you. A hand wandered to your chin, cupping beneath it to lean your head back, eyes meeting Lucifer's. You let out a small gasp at the motion that made him smile with great satisfaction.

Lucifer hummed, "Interesting. You like that?"

His taunting continued as a warmth spread over your body. He continued, "Well, I thought you and our buddy Castiel here were a bit closer than just friends. Or at least, that's what you wanted it to be."

The words sank in your gut, the truth behind them was a weight you couldn't shake. You didn't get the opportunity to admit your affections to Cas before he worked with Lucifer. It was a chance you had lost hope on, now that the Devil was involved.

He leaned closer to your ear, raising goosebumps across your neck when his warm breath brushed against your skin. A shuddering exhale left your lips, a familiar tightening in your stomach began to begin.

Was there seriously any way you were actually attracted to this?

"Let me tell you a secret, okay? Since Castiel never had the balls to tell you, I'm going to do him the favor." Lucifer's lips planted a soft kiss on your neck, just under your ear.

"He likes you, too. Well, that's one way to put it, at least." Your eyes shot open wide in shock, breath hitching in your throat.

"That's not true," you retorted.

He shook his head, "It's true. Very true, actually. I mean, Cas was actually the one who begged me to spare you. He really said 'to hell' with those Winchesters, eh? Would've been more fun if that were literal."

The mix of flirtation and teasing confused you. What was his game here? First he takes over your friend's body, then he confesses his endearment for you?

Lucifer's hands travel to your waist as he brought his hips to your rear, "Say, I have a way we can kill two birds with one stone, here. You like Cas, Cas likes you, I like you. I think we could have a little fun with that."

The tight sensation in your abdomen grew ever stronger, your thighs shifting together to stifle the feeling. This didn't go unnoticed by Lucifer's keen attention, eyes raking over your tense body.

"Correct me if I'm wrong," he knew you wouldn't dare. Couldn't. So, he continued, "I think you like that idea. Dirty, dirty."

He wove around you to face you properly. Lucifer cupped your face in one hand, fingers tightening around your jaw. His voice lowered to a whisper once again, his voice gravelly.

"You see, you're a depraved little thing. Unfortunately I don't think your precious Castiel could handle it - but I can. And I have a feeling that you'd let me," Lucifer drawled on, trailing a finger down your throat to between your breasts, hovering just above the apex of your thighs. It would be an outright lie if you told him this wasn't exciting for you. Though he was in your friend's body, Lucifer's teasing, his sheer dominance, spurred you on.

Ever since keeping Lucifer company, he dictated everything that happened to you. No harm had come to you, in fact it was almost nice. You were doted on, though you didn't always accept it, prioritized with the best food and bedrest you had ever gotten. It seemed like Lucifer would go above and beyond to earn your affection and trust.

Today he had chosen a sophisticated outfit: a black button up shirt with a slim fitting black skirt to match. Your legs were adorned with delicate gray tights, black Mary Jane shoes to bring the outfit together. It was his favorite.

"Now, let's see how well you listen," purred Lucifer. "On your knees, pet."

Though logic told you to disobey, you lowered down, kneeling before him. The Devil rewarded you with a smile and a finger under your chin, angling your head upward.

"Good, good. I still think we could work on the obedience aspect of it. You're listening, sure, but I need more. As the true King of Hell, it's only fitting that you serve me as I need." He landed a firm pat on your cheek, the impact leaving you clenching your thighs.

He carded his fingers into your hair, gripping you securely to maintain your eye contact, "Let's start with that shirt. I want to see what's underneath."

Your fingers fumbled with the buttons, but Lucifer took over and tore down your stomach, buttons scattering across the floor. He growled lowly as your chest was finally exposed to him, your breasts caged in a black lace bra. He noticed how your perk nipples pushed against the padding, as if your body was telling him where you needed his touch. Pushing your shirt past your shoulders, Lucifer tugged it off and cast it to the side, his hands finding the clasp of your bra to unhook it. The air of the room made your skin crawl, the swollen buds on your breasts aching from the cold.

"Arms behind your back, sit up straight."

You obliged willingly, weaving your fingers together to present your chest to him. Lucifer ran a hand over your breasts, squeezing roughly, eliciting a moan form you.

He snarled, lazily drawing out the words, "Nice fuckin' tits." Hearing this come from your friend's mouth shocked you, though his degrading tone had you clenching your walls. Lucifer landed a sharp slap on your tit, a red splotch newly painted on your skin. Your mouth hung agape in pleasure, panting softly as he landed several slaps, paying special attention to your nipples.

It brought him pure joy to see you like this - your body writhing in ways that begged for him to touch you, shaking thighs trying not to let you fall to the floor, the bit of spit that spilled from your mouth and onto your lovely breasts. Finally, you were becoming what he wished for: a perfect slut. His new favorite toy.

"Dirty girl," said Lucifer. Two of his fingers gathered the drool from your chest, immediately thrusting into your open mouth. You gagged harshly, but the way his free hand gripped your hair made you whimper. Lucifer's smile was crazed, the joy of seeing you like this had surmounted his self-control.

You coughed desperately when his fingers left your mouth. Two hands reached under your arms and hoisted you up to your feet. It would take some time for your knees to get stable at this point; you felt like you could drop to the floor at any second. Lucifer cupped your face in both hands and roughly crashed his lips into yours, his tongue already begging for entry at your lips. Letting him in allowed Lucifer to ravage your mouth - greedy lips and hands alike moved across your neck and face until Lucifer had his lips firmly on your collarbone.

"Please... please, sir," you whispered. What you were asking for, you had no idea. All you needed now was any bit of friction to your swollen clit.

Lucifer's husky voice danced over your skin, "Such good manners. What does my precious pet need?"

'Pet' echoed in your head while you tried to calm your senses and form something coherent. Your reply came out in short bursts between panting breaths.

"I need... more... Want you... to... touch me."

All thoughts had left your mind from his touch, the only ache in your body being for him. To serve. To obey.

He paused, fingers rolling a nipple harshly between his fingers, "Nope. That's not how it works."

You cried out in a blend of pain and pleasure.

"You don't need anything. You want me to touch you. You want me to fuck you, to bury my cock so far into that little cunt until you're nice and stretched out," his voice grew louder with each passing second. The dominating voice took you over completely, bringing tears to your eyes.

Though you were crying, Lucifer smiled at you, seeming pleased at the outburst.

"Be a good doggy," he ordered, "and beg."

Your voice came out more desperate than you intended, pleading desperately to him, "Please, sir. I want more of you. I can b-be good."

This settled well with Lucfier, his only reply being a finger pointed to the floor, a silent command to get on your knees again. You followed the order quickly, knees scraping lightly across the stone.

Now with his hips at your eye level, Lucifer looked down at your blushed face. Thoughts of Castiel flicked through your head - if he would be willing to take you like this, how much you would like it, and how nervous you were to ask him to do it himself. Even still, this seemed to be the next best thing. The Devil gripped your jaw gently with one hand, quickly unbuckling his belt with the other. His busy fingers fiddled with the button and zipper of his pants and cast them to the floor. What waited for you now was an aching erection through his boxer briefs, twitching slightly as your mouth neared it.

"I have one job for you," announced Lucifer. His hand moved from your jaw and into your hair, tightening his grip to control your head.

"Use your tongue."

With a snap of his fingers the boxers disappeared, his thick length breaking free and hovering tauntingly in front of you. Lucifer gripped the shaft of his cock and smacked it against your cheek. His expression showed his amusement at your drooling mouth and half lidded eyes.

He tapped the head of his cock on your lips, "Open."

And so you did. The thick head now rested on your outstretched tongue, tasting of the precum that had leaked from him. Lucifer positioned you by your gripped hair before thrusting into your throat, slowly at first. Inch by inch, your mouth took in his cock, until he reached the back of your throat with a displeased grunt. His thrusts became more urgent, pushing farther back into your mouth than you could handle.

Or so you thought.

Lucifer shoved your head down, the sounds of your gagging filling the room while your spit fell to the floor in messy strands. For what felt like an eternity this went on, his grunts growing louder as he used you.

He tugged you off of his length, leaving you to gasp beneath him. You coughed while tears streamed down your cheeks. Lucifer gave you another grin.

"Good doggy."

Hi again, I hope you enjoyed! If you would like a second chapter, let me know in the comments. Thank you all for your support. <3

-Bunny

[holylulusworld]

Dusty Wings

Summary: You prepare the bunker for Christmas.

Pairing: Castiel x GN!Reader

Warnings: fluff, Christmas fluff, implied secret crush, for my story, Castiel never lost his wings or his powers.

A/N: It's been a while since I wrote for Cas. So, here we go.

He’s curiously watching you dust the shelves at the library. Christmas songs are blaring from the loudspeakers Charlie helped you install in every room and you are wearing a Santa hat.

You’re swinging your hips to the latest song, giggling as you sing along. “You better watch out,“ you empathize the line by dusting the books on the shelf, “You better not cry.” You stop and walk toward the next shelf. “You better not pout. I'm telling you why (why).”

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Castiel cocks his head to look at the boxes on the table. Christmas decorations lie splattered all over the library. There is even a huge inflatable snowman next to the table. 

“I try to decorate the bunker for Christmas while they are not around,” you press your index finger to your lips. “Do not tell them, Cas. I want to surprise them. This Christmas will be special.”

Castiel nods thoughtfully. Since you, Castiel, and the Winchesters moved into the bunker, you never found the time to celebrate Christmas together. There was always a case keeping you from celebrating.

“Can I help you with the decoration?” He offers, unsure if he will be of any help.

“Nah, I need to dust the shelves and clean the floor first. I want the bunker to be sparkling clean. Don’t tell them, but Dean and Sam are mucky pups.”

The angel chuckles as you turn your attention back toward the dusty shelves. 

“I could help you with cleaning too.”

“I only got one feather duster, Cas. But thanks for your offer,” you give the angel a wink. “Maybe you can check on the Christmas ornaments in the boxes on the floor. I think some are broken.”

“Hmmm…I could just use my wings to help you clean,” Castiel casually says. He looks at you with puppy dog eyes, hoping he’ll appease you with his offer.

“Wait! You can use your wings to clean?” You gasp audibly. “Really? How? I mean…won’t they get dusty if you do? My feather duster always gets dirty.”

“One beat of my wings and all the dust will be gone,” Castiel casually says, as if it’s nothing special. “Do you want me to help you?”

“OH! Wow!” You clap your hands. “If you help me clean this mess with your wings the bunker will be clean in no time. YES! More time for decoration and baking cookies!”

“CAS that was awesome!” You jump up and down and clap your hands. “You did it! One beat of your wings and the whole library was clean. I can’t believe it.”

“It was a pleasure to help you,” Castiel softly says. He smiles and watches you look at him with glassy eyes. “I’ll be right back. I need to clean my wings now. They got dusty.”

“Your beautiful wings got dusty? Oh no! Can I help you?” You grab Castiel’s wrist to stop him from zapping out of the bunker. “Maybe I can wash your wings or help you dust them.”

“I will flap my wings to clean them,” he says. “I’ll be back to help you decorate the bunker."

Castiel disappears, leaving you stunned and impressed. You’re still not used to his abilities. The fact that he cleaned the library with one beat of his wings impressed you even more.

“I’m back.” He appears out of nowhere to stand next to you. “Which room do you want to decorate first?”

“Hmm…” You glance at Castiel. “You not only cleaned the library but the rest of the bunker too. How about you decide what you want to decorate first?”

He looks at the decoration. “Can we decorate my room first? I’d love to have one of those snowmen in my room. Maybe one of the pillows too.”

You wrap your arms around Castiel to hug him tightly. He’s taken aback but the sudden gestures.

“I’m sorry. I know this is the first time you cannot celebrate Christmas with your brothers and sisters in heaven. I promise to make this the best Christmas for you too.”

Castiel wraps his arms around you too, holding you tightly. He’s not brave enough to tell you that having your full attention and support is enough for him…

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[hauntedwitch04]

Hi 😊

Could I ask for a Castiel Novak x plus size reader smut, please??

Castiel seems like a cute puppy by the way he looks.

Reader is super insecure about her body but she wanted to do Sam and Dean a favor and went to a bar/club with them. Some skinny chicks come up to reader and bully her cause of her body, when Castiel arraived and protects reader. They are talking outside, go to the Motel and castiel praises her body from head to toe

A/n: Hiii! I'm so sorry to be this late, but uni is killing me and I had litterally wrote it between train stops :) I hope you like it and respect your idea, with love Becky

Angel

Castiel Novak x plus size!reader

Words: about 1.7k words

Warnings: a bitch (she is a vamire so literally a monster), hating about your look and just a super cute and fluffy Cas ;)

Requests are open I Ask

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You knew that this choice of yours wouldn’t have brought you anything good, but no one could say no to Sam’s puppy eyes. You cursed the entire friendship with the Winchester brothers the moment you sat at the bar. 

They had a new case, a vampire it seems, that seduced women at this bar where you are right now, brought them home and then killed them. And obviously the second they understood that they needed a decoy turned to the third resident of the bunker with soft eyes and a question on their lips. Now you are sitting on a very uncomfortable chair, in a little skimpy dress that leaves little to none to the imagination of who you have near. You always had a bad relationship with your body, and when you saw the dress that Dean bought for you to go on the hunt you just wanted to run away and hide in your room feeling the little confidence that you have dissipated. Castiel on the other hand, felt your discomfort and didn’t really understand why you felt like that and decided to ask you about this feeling. “Why do you feel this bad? Dean has a great taste in dress, with all the porn videos-” Said the angel looking at you, while you felt your cheeks become red with embarrassment. 

“Yeah Cas we have understood.” Blocked him Sam, while he turned to look at you, with a concerned look. “Hey, by the way you don’t have to do this, you know it right? We can always find another way to hunt this vampire down.” 

You tried to find the courage to say what you felt to them, but the feeling of letting them down was too bad so you put a fake smile on your face and just lied another time to them: “Don’t worry, it’s not that. It’s just, I don’t think that this color suits me, you know.” You responded, and within a second, with a snap of his finger, Cas changed the color of the dress to your favorite, while still looking at you with his eyes, of a light blue that the same sky was jealous of it. 

“Thank you, so much better now.” You said, taking the dress from Dean's hands, and going to your room to change. After you arrived, you closed the door behind you and took a deep breath, thinking of how you will find the courage. 

You are lost in your thoughts when a man comes near you, and asks if you know where the bathroom is . You smile at him and give him the direction to find it. He smiles back at you, and thanks, before going where you told him. You return your attention back on the drink you have in your right hand, since you decided that there is no way you are doing all this shit sober. Dean and Sam are close by, just a few meters behind you, looking for signs of the monster you are hunting. You feel the phone buzzing near your hand, you look at it and you see a message from Sam. 

<<Everything ok?>> 

<<Yeah, he just wanted to know where is the bathroom.>> You texted back at him. You are about to ask him how long you have to stay, since you are starting to get really uncomfortable, when a hand takes place on your shoulder, and makes you turn in the direction of who is touching you. You see its owner is a young and pretty woman, with long blonde hair on her shoulder and a fake nose. You are concerned if you can even breath from how small the little dress is, her fake boobs look like they are gonna explode from the pressure. 

“What do you think are doing?” She ask you, and you look at her, while you don’t really understand what she is talking about. 

“Sorry, I think you are talking with the wrong person?” You say, trying to go back in the comfortable position you found moments before her arriving. 

 "No, bitch, I'm really talking to you. What do you think you're doing, hitting on my man? Well you are so wrong. Do you really think someone like you could ever be interested in anyone, I mean have you seen yourself in the mirror? The poor guy would certainly get crushed if he tried to sleep with you. And don't you think this dress is a bit too much for you, you certainly have a lot of nerve to put on something like this showing everything that is wrong with you.-" The girl is interrupted by you, who quickly grabs your things and runs out of the club. Dean seeing this abrupt escape calls you on the phone to find out if everything is all right, not having heard, but having seen that a woman, not very kind in her own words, had approached you in a threatening manner. You, as usual in these cases, lie to your friend saying that you merely couldn't stay inside the freaking club anymore and would be back inside in a few minutes, trying not to let him hear through your cell phone the urge you have to cry.

Once the call with Dean is over, alone, you finally burst into tears, releasing the tension you had been building up for the past few minutes.

You spend a decida of minutes sobbing in the farthest, darkest corner of the parking lot, hoping no one sees you, when you suddenly hear a rustling of wings.

Turning around, you see Castiel, looking worriedly at you as you try to wipe away the tears left on my cheeks.

"Dean and Sam found the vampire; she was the woman who attacked you. Her victims must have been girls she had seen at the bar, and taken in a rage of anger and jealousy, she killed them." He explains, not immediately asking why you were put that way.

"Great, I would say case closed. Come on it's time to go home." You say then walk to where the Impala is parked, but Castiel rests a hand on your arm and stops you.

"The guys sent me to see if I was okay."

"I'm perfectly fine. That woman did nothing to me while I was at the bar."

"Maybe physically, but I can feel that you are in pain. Can I help you in any way?" The angel asks, and you can't help but melt at his words. You've always had a slight crush on Castiel, ever since the first times he helped you and the brothers, unable to deny that he is a charming man, but since he's been spending more and more time with you the simple attraction has evolved into much deeper feelings. Feelings that you are afraid to externalize to the beautiful angel in front of you.

"Yes quiet Cas, everything is fine. Only you know what they say, the truth hurts." You comment as you give a fake smirk. Castiel looks at you confused as he bends his head slightly to the right.

"What do you mean the truth? What did that woman tell you?" The angel asks, suspecting that there is much more to it than you try to hide.

"Nothing, really, never mind." You repeat, but this time Castiel is not fooled by your matter-of-fact answer, and laying two fingers on your forehead, he sees the events that took place just before: the painful words of that girl and all the sadness you felt at hearing them.

When he pulls away from you, you couldn't tell if the angel is more angry or pained as he looks at you. Quickly and without warning, he wraps his arms around you, and you can almost imagine the feel of his wings wrapped around your body: soft and fragrant, like his clothes.

"Sorry, I know you shouldn't look inside other people's heads, however, you were lying to me and you are hurting, and I couldn't leave you to suffer, but I had to know why you were suffering so." He tries to explain, before holding you tighter in his arms, and moving his head from the crook of your neck so he can look you in the face. "Don't believe a word that woman said. You are the most perfect living being I have ever seen, and believe me I have seen many throughout history, but nothing I have ever known compares to you. If I didn't know what angels are, I would say that you are one, in fact if they asked me I would say that you are my angel." She confesses at the end in a whisper so light that you could swear you were imagining it, but confirming her words are her eyes looking at you with such adoration that you feel you could almost catch fire.

"Cas...I don't know what to say I-"

"Don't say anything then." He tells you, smiling. "For once try to take a compliment without saying anything in return." He continues, and you can't help but blush and lean your forehead against his chest to hide the blush that had appeared on your cheeks.

"In fact maybe you know there is one thing you could say." He says a few seconds later, as you stood in silence for a moment enjoying that moment of calm.

"What?" You ask curiously, as you raise your face to look into his eyes, not realizing that your lips are extremely close.

"You might say yes when I ask you in a little while if you would like to go out with me tomorrow night, to eat at that restaurant you like so much." He proposes, as he looks intensely at your lips and with difficulty pulls away from them to look into your eyes. You can't help but giggle.

"You really do spend too much time with Dean." You comment, shaking your head.

"Maybe, but at least it taught me how to tell the girl I love how I feel." He says, before leaving a kiss near the corner of your mouth and then untying himself from your embrace and walking toward the car, leaving you shocked standing still in the same spot for several minutes.

"Hey, are you okay?" Dean asks you, who without your noticing had arrived next to you. You simply nod. "Well then it's time to go unless you want to have a romantic date with the cop at the station." He comments, winking. You blink and realize that you really need to get moving.

After all, a date tomorrow you already have. 

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the walls we built — samdean

summary: when cass breaks down sam’s walls, sam doesn’t pass out, he losses his sanity —tags: no wincest, ptsd, sad dean & sam.

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When the walls come down there’s no screaming, Sam doesn’t jump off the nearest bridge or kill Castiel, or even really do anything. It’s quiet. Too quiet. And that’s how Dean knows something is wrong.

Leviathans are trying to take over the world and he couldn’t find time to care less, Dean is thisclose to ending it because Sam hasn’t spoken in three days. Three days without his brother's voice is worse than the year he spent with Lisa because at least then he knew Sam’s picture couldn’t talk back, now it scares him.

But he’s going to keep being next to Sam, he’s going to stay until Sam talks and until he can make up words again. He will�� he’s his brother, if he can’t do that, who will?

So he takes the bowl of chili that Bobby made up to their room. He doesn’t want Sam to be alone too long so unless they’re sleeping, he tries to be in the same room at all times.

“Sammy?” He knocks on the door twice before entering, shutting it behind him. It’s a new habit he’s forced himself to develop. The first time he came into the room without knocking first Sam fell off his chair with wide eyes.

Sam only looks at him, no wide eyes, no kicked puppy look, just— wounded. Sam’s wounded and (though Dean won’t say it) he’s afraid it’s beyond repair. Then, a miracle, Sam opens his mouth. To whisper gibberish. Dean sits next to Sam on the bed, offering the bowl. He’s near tears just hearing his brother's voice— his real brother, for the first time in 15 months. “Sammy?”

It’s futile, Sam only looks up at him to say… something. Whatever it is, it’s not English, and Dean doesn’t care to find out, he just wants to hug his brother, no matter how quiet his words are. He wants to hug him so bad and reassure in his ear that everything will be okay, that they’ll figure it out. But the last time Dean tried, Sam knocked him out.

“You gotta eat, Sam.” It’s one of his staples these past three days. Telling Sam he has to eat seems to be the one thing he can do without it blowing up in his face, and it surprises him every time he actually listens. He takes the bowl from the tray, picks up the spoon, then looks up to ask Dean something, he can tell it’s a question, but it’s gibberish.

The first time Sam is speaking to him in three days and he can’t even understand him. God, this is— it’s so—

“Can you tell me what that means, buddy?” Sam furrows his eyebrows then decides it’s not worth his time as he looks down at the bowl of chili to wolf it down. It’s enough for Dean that Sam looked up at him. It’ll work itself out. That’s what he always says and it always works. It’ll work itself out.

+++

It will work itself out, Dean repeats again as he knocks on Sam’s door two days later. It’s past ten and he’s sure he’s asleep but he hears some knocking and rustling from his room so decides to come make sure everything is fine.

“Sammy?” He says, his voice low and thick with sleep. He was just about to pass out. When he gets no reply he opens the door and invites himself in, sees Sam having a panic attack, and runs over to him. “Sammy? Hey, man, come back to me! Sam!”

He’s never sobered up like this.

Sam’s eyes slam open so fast it gives Dean whiplash and he bunches Sam’s shirt in one of his hands, the other on his neck, over his hair. Sam’s mumbling, more words that Dean can’t tell apart, and then it’s arguing, he shouting, he’s screaming. He’s speaking. His voice. It would fill Dean's heart up if he wasn’t so petrified.

“Sammy, it’s just me, no one else is here!” That grabs his attention and he whips his head to Dean’s direction, their faces only inches apart as his breathing becomes even heavier, eyes more wide, mouth drier. He shakes his head like seeing Dean is making it worse. And it takes everything in Dean not to slam his head against the wall. “I’m right here, no one else, just us,” he coos, hoping, praying, that that’s the right thing to say. It is.

Sam’s breaths are less shallow, his eyes just a little more focused on Dean. Thank God. And then— then the unthinkable happens. Dean’s a strong man, he knows he is, raised to be nothing but. Seeing Sammy throw himself into his arms? He couldn’t get any frickin’ weaker. He melts into it, pulling him closer, tightening his grip. He thinks that that’s that, Sam will fall asleep in his arms, just like when they were kids. Instead he leans into his ear, says something through gritted teeth and pulls away.

Dean may not have understood the exact words, but he can recognize a threat when he hears one.

+++

“I’m losing my damn mind, Cass.” He’s not even being dramatic. He can’t think clearly anymore, forgets whether he ate breakfast or not, where his glasses are. It’s getting pathetic. “And he won’t talk to me— just mumbles things…”

“What things?” He asks thoughtfully, and it helps calm Dean down to know he’s not the only one seriously thinking about this. Obviously, Bobby cares, he’s been reading books on damaged souls the second Castiel gave Sam his memories back (something Dean obviously hasn’t forgiven but desperate times) yet it isn’t enough.

“I don’t know. It’s not English.”

“Enochian?” Oh. Oh, God, Dean is so damn stupid. Of course it’s freakin’ enochian! You’re stuck with an archangel for years and they don’t speak their mother tongue? No way.

“Probably, maybe.”

“Can you repeat any of it?”

“Repeat— no, of course not, it’s freakin’ gibberish man, freakin’, I don’t know ‘tibibp’ or some crap.”

“Tibibp?” He says it like he’s considering it carefully, Dean makes a noise in affirmation. “It’s a letter of disagreement. ‘Can not’ or ‘do not’, depends.”

“Well that’s all I got.”

“Doesn’t really help any. I can come and talk to him, see if I can understand what he’s trying to tell you.” It has crossed Dean’s mind plenty. Calling Cass to come over, praying, he’s almost done it a handful of times. But his pride, ego, maybe just his feelings, won’t let him. Cass is the damn reason this wall went down, why would he give him a chance to redeem himself?

Because he’s his best friend. Because he messed up and that’s okay, they all mess up.

Because no one in the world matters more than Sammy and if he can’t find a way to help him he’s not going to stay on this earth for long. “Yeah. Okay, drop by as soon as you can.”

His ego will have to recover later because Cass drops by too soon. As in right this second, phone still to his ear, as Dean jumps due to the flutter of his wings. “Is now a good time?” Castiel’s tone is monotone and it takes Dean a second to remember that the angel is, in fact, not being sarcastic, just asking a genuine question.

“Fine.” He throws the phone onto the couch and leads Cass to Sam’s room upstairs, passing by Bobby in his own room having a nap. The man deserves it with all the damn research he’s been doing lately. When they’re at Sam’s door, Dean hesitates, taking a breath before warning Cass, “don’t upset him, okay?”

That seems trivial. Cass nods anyway and they knock twice before entering. The room hasn’t changed and neither has Sam’s position, still has his back flat on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as if it’ll have any answers. As if it’s any more important that Dean is. And it fills him with a kind of envy he didn’t know he could have against inanimate objects that steal Sam’s attention.

“Sammy? Hey, buddy, Cass wanted to check in on you.” Dean’s careful to soften his voice, as much as he could, anyways, and approach slowly. It’s kind of like speaking to an injured deer. ”Sam?” He says again but gets no reply.

He looks over at Cass, his eyes desperate and pleading. The angel walks to Sam’s bed and starts… speaking the same damn gibberish Sam’s been speaking all day. It’s not the exact same, considering Dean’s only heard two of those words in Sam’s sentences, but it’s just as infuriating.

He waits to comment on it. At least until Sam responds. Sam replies to Cass like he just insulted him, and it’s making Dean go crazy. He can only handle so many wrecks from Cass. “What the hell is he saying?”

Cass furrows his eyebrows before turning to Dean, “It’s… old. Ancient Enochian even I don’t speak, no one but archangels would understand— though I did get some things. He’s cursing me, he’s angry. Sam thinks we are torturing him.”

“Torture? Why would we be torturing him, does he still think he’s in The Cage?”

“Sam does not… there is no Cage. In his mind he has essentially forgotten Earth.”

Dean doesn’t understand. Forgot Earth? He’s been on it for twenty eight years, kinda hard to forget something like that. And sure, Dean gets it. He went to hell at twenty four for forty years, so double his time on earth, but it didn’t make him forget it. In fact, it was all he thought about down there.

But Sam… forgot. Does that mean he forgot Dean? His brother? The only damn person that matter in the world. No, no way. It can’t be like that. “Cass, tell— ask him if he remembers me.” If he thought he was pathetic before, this takes the cake. Beggars can’t be choosers, and he’s not in the mood to care. Cass looks over at Sam, speaks slowly like he’s thinking of each syllable. Sam tilts his head in confusion, looks up at Dean and nods. “Good, you remember me, Sammy?”

He nods again and Dean walks over to the bed with a half-smile on his lips. He’s getting somewhere. “What about English, buddy? You r’member that?”

Sam nods again. Dean has to sit down to collect himself. “What! Then why haven’t you been talkin’ to me?” He doesn’t respond, looks back up at Cass and shrugs. His back is laid against the headboard and his eyes glacé around the entire room before they fall on Dean. For some reason, Dean understands what he wants. Food. It’s been one of the only reasons Dean has sat on his bed, offering him something to eat, so he probably expected it.

“Okay, yeah, I’ll let you talk to Cass and I’ll order… I don’t know, soup or something.” Sam doesn’t acknowledge him, playing with his fingers on his lap just above the bed. It’s been his safe space for the past week, why would now be any different?

He orders the food as quickly as possible, for all four of them, and runs upstairs. He’s prepared for the worst. Sam and Cass not getting anywhere, Sam forgetting him but only remembering him by name. He has so many questions, so little answers.

Cass is speaking to Sam, or trying to. He’s struggling to sound out the words, talking slowly. Sam looks… broken. Skeptic, maybe, like he can understand what’s happening. Dean understands, Sam thinks he’s still in The Cage. But for him The Cage is not something that happened for a while, it’s his whole life, it’s all he knows. It doesn’t break dean’s heart, it freakin’ claws it out. Eighteen years he’s spent looking after his little brother, raising him, trying to make the world a better place for him and he can’t remember any of it?

What was any of it for if Dean wouldn’t end up protecting Sammy.

+++

“He’s getting better.” Cass says casually, as if they’re talking about the weather. “At English. He spoke yesterday.”

It’s been a week. Dean doesn’t go into Sam’s room while Cass is with him, mostly because Sam stares at him like he’s expecting food and Dean’s scared that while they’re teaching Sam to come back to Earth, he’ll forget Dean’s his brother, not the chef.

“Good.” He still hasn’t talked to Sam. In English or otherwise. He’s been looking up Enochian, trying to understand some phrases at least. The important things to snap Sam out of a panic attack or ‘I’m your brother’.

It hasn’t gotten any easier trying to learn an ancient language no one speaks without having Sam by his side. But Sam’s gotten more comfortable, not around him or Cass, just in the comfort of his own room, he seems to speak to no one in particular. Sometimes it’s loud, angry yelling, other times he’s just casually catching up with a friend. Who knows anymore?

“Can I— should I talk to him?” He’s been using Cass as his compass the entire time, he’s not sure what to do otherwise. Everyone is getting tired and leviathans are still out there. They’ve heard so many terrifying stories this past week that it almost made Dean want to up and leave, get the hell out and fight like he always does.

But like he told Sam six years ago, right on his damn college campus, he doesn’t want to.

“You could if you want, although I am not sure how much help it would be.” Cass’s tone is… careful, like he’s walking on eggshells around Dean.

Dean stands up abruptly, knocking the couch back a step to grab whatever food Bobby made. Grilled cheese, two sandwiches and he walks to Sam’s room cautiously. His mind is spinning, every step he takes closer, he hears Sam’s voice more clearly, he’s arguing with someone. But it’s a normal disagreement, no shouting.

When he knocks, he half expects Sam to draw a gun on him. He’s not sure where he would possibly get one, but it crosses his mind that Sam’s not too far off from a stranger that he’d do it. Instead, Sam looks away from whoever he’s speaking to and pans to Dean.

“Dean, again!” He exasperates, throwing his hand in the air. He’s standing, not in bed for the first time since the veil came down and he’s speaking freakin’ English. Sammy is back. Sammy is back. Sammy is back.

Sammy is upset that Dean came into the room? “Sam, you okay?”

“This isn’t going to work!” More English. His accent is surprisingly good for someone who you’d think is learning the language from scratch but Dean remembers Cass explaining to him that Sam isn’t like a foreigner learning English for the first time, he just needs a refresher since he hasn’t used much of it.

“What isn’t going to work?” He asks, approaching slowly.

“This! Lucifer—” Aaand, we’re back to gibberish. Enochian. What the hell ever. “It won’t work.”

“Sammy, you’re out of The Cage, you’ve gotta know that, man!” He’s shaking, beyond it, the plate is somewhere on the nightstand and he’s not sure when he put it there. “It’s me, Dean, Lucifer isn’t here!”

Sam’s not the same. He isn’t. He may never be.

More Enochian, more insults, “I swear, Lucifer—”

“I’m Dean.” So many people have joked about them acting like a married couple but this feels too close to it. Way too close. And not even in a funny way. “Sammy, please. Remember— God, Poughkeepsie! Poughkeepsie.”

Sam doesn’t look impressed, crosses his arms, “you’ve been in my head, I’m not stupid. You are. You can keep doing this forever but when Dean—the real Dean— gets me out of here you’ll be the one all alone, not me.”

“Come on, Sam, please, I’m begging you, it’s me. It’s Dean. You gotta listen, okay? Ask me anything, anything you don’t know.”

“How would I know it’s right?”

“Man, I don’t know!” He sighs, frustrated, angry, depressed, “I’m not even speaking Enochian, haven’t you… haven’t you noticed that?”

He might as well have hit Sam with a ton of bricks because his eyes widen, and he falls back onto the floor. It’s loud and harsh, makes Dean wince as his six foot something brother toppled over like it’s nothing, like it’s everything.

“I— I don’t understand half the crap you’re sayin’, Sammy. And Cass, he’s been tryin’ to get you to speak to us, do you— are you seeing it? Are you seeing us now? Not in the cage, baby, you’re not in the cage.” The old nickname spills out like it’s nothing as he leans down into the floor, his hand cradling his brother's cheek. Sam doesn’t pull away from him and it gives Dean such a sense of relief, he could hug him. But he’s not sure if Sam would like that.

“I— you— but,” he’s stuttering and frowning and his voice is so contrastingly thick to the kicked puppy Dean sees in front of him, “but I didn’t get out. You’re—” More frickin Enochian. That damn language barrier that Dean thought they got over, that he might genuinely kill someone over.

“You did. You got out, remember? Remember we were together, before the walls came down me and you hunted together and we stopped Cass. Remember that? Stopped him from using the leviathans.”

Sam nods. He nods. Dean’s about to throw a parade. “You remember?”

“Yes— Lucifer cox remder veline—”

“No, no, Sammy, English, back to English, baby. Lucifer’s not here do you— do you see him anywhere?” His voice is shaking, much like he was earlier, but he doesn’t stop looking Sam in the eyes, he needs Sam to focus. Focus on Dean. Just Dean. Always Dean.

He looks over Dean’s shoulder, just a glance, subtle and unsure enough that it breaks Dean’s heart. Lucifer is here? In the room with them? His hallucination, anyway. Not that it makes it any better, any version of Lucifer shouldn’t be near any version of Sammy.

He pulls his gaze back to his brother, shaking his head. He’s downplaying the torture in his mind. He did it when they were seven and he’ll do it till they’re sixty and balding (well, maybe only one of them will be balding).

“What is he saying? You know he’s not real, right?”

“He— I know he’s not real.” That’s a relief, “he’s a part of me.”

That sounds… bad? Self-torturous? Wrong? Who knows, maybe Sam doesn’t mean it that way, but Dean still isn’t gonna hear it. “Lucifer has nothing to do with you. Nothing. You’re not the freakin’ Anti-Christ, Sam. You stopped him, you stopped the damn apocalypse.”

“Yeah, he’s a part of me. ‘Cause it…”

Great, now he’s talking in half sentences. “Lucifer is dead! He’s gone, you trapped him and whatever you’re seeing? You need to snap out of it, man, please. We can’t have you like this, I need my brother back.”

Sam’s silent. Sam leans his head on the wall behind him in defeat, while Dean is truly feeling it.

+++

“You didn’t—” He says something, starts with a ‘v’, maybe, but cuts himself off. Dean’s thankful he can tell the difference between English and Enochian now. It’s only been two weeks. “Knock.” He’s still spelling lots of uncommonly used words out, like he's teaching himself the language, “on my door.”

“I do. I knock everytime.” Logically, he knows Sam isn’t accusing him of anything, but still. He’s got to argue on principle.

“At fir—tes—first.” He says that one impossibly unrushed.

“Right. Sorry,” it’s beyond genuine, “I didn’t know you’d want me to knock now.”

Sam shakes his head swiftly, “no no, don’t. Don’t. Please, Dean, don’t.”

“What?” He regards Sam’s pout gently, rubbing a hand on his cheek. It’s been the only type of touch he allows knowing Sam won’t freak out on him. Or shut him out.

“You got me out. I’m out of… Lucifer. He’s not here anymore.” He keeps changing the subject, running around something, in between it, dodging it— Dean can barely keep up. He doesn’t think Sam can keep up either. He’s living in a million different worlds and each one is more different than Dean can imagine.

“Yeah, Sammy, you are. You said you don’t want me to knock. Why?”

“‘Cause he does. Always, always knocks. He— mocking me.” If dean’s heart was whole before, it sure as crap isn’t now. He should’ve seen it coming, should’ve known Sam would tell him about what Lucifer did to him sooner or later, he just doesn’t know if he can take it when his brother is this way— this scary way.

“I won’t knock anymore. ‘Wasn’t mockin’ you either, you know that, right?” Sam nods, putting down his chili bowl (again for the third time this week), and leaning closer to Dean. He… Sam leans his head on Dean’s shoulder and it knocks the breath from his lungs. He isn’t just trying to get comfortable around Dean after not having for so long, he’s seeking comfort from him.

From him? The same Dean he didn’t believe was there in the first place?

“Thank you, De,” That nickname. That frickin nickname that Sam’s only ever said before he turned twelve and he hasn’t heard it since.

“You’re welcome, buddy.” He wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him a little closer, but it’s subtle enough to not surprise Sammy.

And okay, so this isn’t ideal, it’s freakin’ terrifying having a Sam that doesn’t speak except half-English, but it’s a Sam that wants Dean and that’s all Dean cares about.

[lynntheninja]

How Seasons 8-10 could have been GOOD

Season 8

Nix the angel-on-angel violence. Been there, done that, bought the trenchcoat

None of the heavenly trials BS

Henry shows up in episode 2 or 3 with Abaddon in tow.

The brothers work with Henry trying to stop Abaddon and find Kevin, interspersed with monster-of-the-week episodes.

Dean is too preoccupied with Abaddon and Henry to bitch at Sam for logically believing Dean was at peace in Heaven

Abaddon vs Crowley

Demon politics

Winchesters + Kevin and Crowley reluctantly working together and trying to outwit each other

(Sam and Dean having a home and grandfather/father figure!)

(Henry adjusting to 21st century culture and technology!)

(Kevin teaching him how to use computers)

(Linda Tran. That is all.)

(Audience actually getting attached to Henry because he's not KILLED OFF IN HIS FIRST EPISODE)

Abaddon kills Henry in the season finale

Season 9

Monster of the week opening

Supernatural Intro

Henry's funeral

(See what I did there)

The boys are back, and this time, they're out for blood

Crowley introduces the boys to Cain mid-season

Dean takes the Mark to avenge their grandfather over Sam's objection

The Mark's effect on Dean progressively getting worse

Dean and Abaddon both die in the climactic season finale battle. Dean gives Sam the same speech

Same end scene with Crowley and Deanmon

Season 10

The Suite Life of Deanmon and Crowley

(Deanmon is gathering supporters for a coup)

(Your king had to rely on a Winchester to take out his opposition)

Charlie stealing the Book of the Damned from the Styne family

Rowena and Crowley

Charlie and Kevin: nerd bros

Deanmon escapes from the devil's trap

He slices his own arm and offers to let Sam drink his blood.

He apologizes for how he treated Sam. How he reacted to his abilities, to the demon blood. He was the monster, not Sam

It's everything Sam ever wanted to hear

(and it's devastating because it's not really Dean saying it)

"No," Sam says. "This isn't you talking."

Aren't you tired of losing people, Sam? Deanmon asks.

Every time we end one threat, something bigger and badder follows

They can change that if they rule Hell

Only souls that actually deserve to be in Hell will be tormented

"Take it," he urges, holding out his arm

Castiel to the rescue

Dean is asleep in his room after being cured

Sam and Castiel are in the kitchen

"Are you alright, Sam?" Cas asks

"Yes." He shakes his head. "No. I..." He turns puppy dog eyes on the angel. "I wasn't going to take it."

"I know." Cas says. He reassures Sam he trusts him, that he's proud of him

Sam embraces him

"You're supposed to hug back, Cas."

"Oh." And he does.

Dean is cured, but the Mark is still there

Styne evilness

Charlie dies

Dean's killing spree

The Mark is removed

Out of the frying pan and into the fire

[deancaspinefest]

Suddenly I See

Author: Fanboi214 | Artist: hexentaenzerin

Posting on Thursday April 4

After a reckless night, Dean wakes up as a newly transformed succubus. While his new powers force him to acknowledge the sexual tension between him and Castiel, they also leave him incapable of addressing it without killing the angel. In the meantime, the boys race to undo the transformation before it becomes permanent.

Keep reading for a sneak preview!

Dean looked across to Cas, whose cheeks turned fire engine red. His eyes grew wide like saucers, they darted around the room, refusing to land anywhere. Dean’s face dropped and he felt himself begin to blush. Missouri and Sam both had that same kind of quiet knowing look on their faces. Dean was dumbfounded. The implication was so clear. The room’s refusal to put words to it only granted it more weight. Did… Cas like him? Like in a gay way? Sure everyone joked about that constantly, but that wasn’t a thing. Not really. Dean felt his breathing grow faster. His palms were sweating. Why was he reacting to this so dramatically? He shook off becoming a succubus in under a minute. But Cas liking him? That felt impossible. Why was no one saying anything? Why was no one looking at him?

“Cas?” Dean said gently his voice cracking as he spoke. Dean’s voice rang in Cas’ ear like a clarion call. There was a desperation in it that Castiel would never ignore, could never ignore.

Cas finally forced himself to focus and looked up at Dean. That was the second Dean’s heart broke because he saw the fear in Castiel’s eyes. Those big, steadfast, crystal blue eyes were quivering, watering at their edges as they braced for pain. Castiel was afraid of him. His angel, his best friend, the man who pulled him from hell, who he pulled from purgatory, his Cas was afraid of him. What had he done so wrong to make Castiel feel that way? Had Dean not shown by now that he would always, always have Castiel’s back? Apparently not. Because Cas was staring at him like a hurt puppy. He was convinced Dean’s reaction to this would wound him. And it did.

Cas looked across the table into Dean’s eyes and his heart broke because he saw sadness. Dean’s shimmering emerald eyes had gone dull, their infectious, effervescent, spirit shrouded by sorrow. The prospect of Cas’s affections had birthed an anguish in the hunter. Cas suspected it wasn’t a choice, he knew that no matter how weirded out or disgusted Dean was by his affections Dean would try to be nice, to set him down gently. But those eyes didn’t lie. Cas had expected too much, wanted too much. Dean had given him an appreciation for the world, a family. He’d given him something to live and fight for. And yes, Dean’s gaze made him feel like he was loved and desired, but that was how all people felt when Dean Winchester looked upon them. Because Dean was kind empathetic and endlessly giving. And Cas had such a hard time understanding human emotions that he’d misunderstood that. He’d gotten too greedy. And now he had ruined everything.

(continue reading on Ao3 on Thursday April 4)

[deanscherrypie420]

Demons Blood - Part 2

A/N : Hi guys! I literally forced myself to write this because I WANTED TO WRITE but I woke up like.. twenty minutes ago.. ermmm.. ANYWHO, I hope you enjoy! I recommend reading PT1 before PT2

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Y/N, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Warnings: Angst, arguing, physical fights, supernatural hunting, over-consumption of alcohol, drinking, crying, suggestive dialogue, demons, blood, scarring, insecure about weight, SH reference. (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: You were born a demon. You never found out why, but you have demon blood in your veins. Your father left when you were young and you've lived with Bobby ever since. Now, the Winchesters are living with you and Bobby and you hate it. You being and demon is the only thing Dean knows about you, and you and him can't stop fighting. Thankfully, Sam and Castiel are your safe place..

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It had been weeks since Dean slapped her. Now, they pretty much ignored each other, not wanting to start anything in front of Bobby. She would still bring it up sometimes, finally getting payback for the torment Dean has put her through.

"C'mon, Sammy, it's not like I'm hurting him. He deserves it and you know it." She whined. She didn't understand why Sam was so hell bent on her and Dean getting along. "He's my brother, and you're like my sister! You two should really just.. I don't know, maybe stop being stubborn and apologize to each other?" Sam suggested cautiously.

She groaned and kicked him off her bed. Truthfully, just rolled with the kick and she knew that. "Stop defending him, Sam! He's an asshole and I hate him, and I'm starting to hate you right now. Get out." She huffed as she gestured to her door. He got up off the floor and walked to the door. "I'm just saying, maybe you two could be friends." He prodded with his signature puppy-dog look. "Get out." She demanded back, and he obeyed with a sigh.

A little bit later she left her room and went to the kitchen. She grabbed her water bottle and filled it with ice, the cold crystals clinking as they fell into the metal stomach. Dean came around the corner and watched her for a second, a small smile playing on his lips. He cleared his throat to get her attention, and she turned towards him, an immediate frown appearing on her face.

"What do you want?" She questioned. He rubbed the back of his neck and walked over to her. She stepped back and gave him a look that clearly translated back the fuck up or I will kill you. He did so and leaned against the kitchen table. "I just wanted to see how you're doing, I guess." She rolled her eyes at his statement. So annoying, she thought.

"I'm doing great actually. Life's been good knowing I'm not the only monster under this roof." She remarked casually as she filled up her water. He jaw ticked and he glared down at her. "Can you drop it already? I don't get what the fuck your issue is with me."

Her brows raised and she scoffed, her eyes wide as if what he just said was fucking hilarious. "You don't get my issue? God! You are so pathetic, Winchester!" She shook her head, utter rage bubbling up in her stomach.

Fortunately for Dean, Bobby and Sam came in just in time to prevent the conversation from going further. "You guys wanna go out and get some food? There's a diner nearby." Sam said, knowing exactly what he walked in on.

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At the diner Y/N was chatting with a guy, making small talk by the bar. Dean couldn't stop staring. He didn't know why, he hates her. But damn, watching her sit there with that glowing smile.. He wished it was him.

Suddenly, Sam nudged his brother under the table with his foot, making Dean's knee bounce up in surprise. He slammed his leg against the underside of the old table, causing the contents on it to rattle. "Seriously, Sam? The hell is your problem?" Dean hissed. Sam just chuckled and shook his head. "Dude, you've been eyeing her for like twenty minutes." When Dean shot Sam daggers with his eyes, Sam put his hands up in surrender. "C'mon, why are you staring at her so hard?" The younger Winchester teased. "Sammy, drop it." Dean demanded as he saw you approaching the table.

Y/N nudged Sam over with her elbow and he scooted down the booth. She sighed happily and leaned her head back, a smirk playing on her lips. "I'm the shit." Sam cocked a brow and tilted his head, "How so?" Dean interrupted the brief conversation when he cleared his throat.

"That guy seemed like an ass." He muttered before a sip of beer. Y/N groaned, rolling her eyes back, not bothering to respond to him. Dean just chuckled, "That was hot." He said casually, and her jaw dropped. "Excuse me?-" She started, but Sam cut her off. "Dean, seriously?" Sam said with an eye roll of his own. He gestured to the side with one of hands, "Porn," he began, now moving his hands to the other side, "Real life. There's a difference."

Bobby had come back from the bathroom now and laughed as he heard their conversation. Y/N just sat there, feeling a pleasant sense of comfort at all of them being together, even if she didn't like Dean.

Maybe she liked him a little more than she let on.

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"Jesus Christ, it smells awful in here." She murmured, covering her nose with her wrist as she stepped over a mysterious liquid. Sam laughed and Dean shook his head, an amused smile growing on his face. "Get used to it, Sweetheart." She didn't have to turn around to know he was grinning. Whatever, moron, she thought to herself.

They were in an old ranch. The group assumed that it was being used as a werewolf hideout. They ended up splitting up somewhere along the lines, she wasn't exactly sure when she had started going her own way, but she had a feeling she would find something. She heard something behind her and she turned around swiftly, her eyes quickly turning into black pools at the possibility of a threat. Her foot landed on a metal pool, making her slip and fall back. She tried to reach for something behind her to catch herself, but failed.

An arm quickly wrapped around her and hoisted her up right. She pushed whoever the hell grabbed her back, and then pulled out her gun. Castiel put his hands up in defense, something he saw Sam do often. Y/N let out an airy laugh, her eyes returning to normal, and pressed her gun to his chest. Not in a threatening way, but just a teasing way to push him back. "Jeez, dude. Way to scare me." Her cheeks were flushed and she was panting, adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

Cas shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck, something he picked up from Dean, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He said quietly. She put her gun away and patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, you're fine."

She then turned and gasped, another imaginary threat appearing in front of her. "Dammit!" She said as she realized it was just the brothers. She rolled her eyes and stepped out of the imaginary box the boys had made with their bodies. "You guys planned that." She shook her head and scoffed, still a bit startled by the double-scare.

Sam wrapped his arm around her shoulder and gave her a squeeze, "Relax, Y/N. You're too tense." She wiggled out of his grasp and rolled her eyes, "Shut it, moose." They both let out a laugh before Cas felt like he was missing something.

He cleared his throat and slung an arm around Y/N, copying what Sam had done, "Yeah, shut it moose." He echoed, and Sam and her burst out in laughter. Dean shook his head with a laugh, enjoying the stupidity of their humor.

After a moment of silly remarks and nonstop laughing, Sam finally announced that they should get back to the car. With a groan of compliance, Y/N and Dean agreed and began walking to the car, not realizing that Sam had pulled Cas to walk behind them.

"Hey, are we alright?" Dean asked, glancing over at her. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Dean, don't ruin my mood right now." He bit his lip and nodded. "Sorry." Dean stated quietly.

She felt air get caught in her throat as she realized what he said. That was the first time he ever apologized to her. She cleared her throat and bumped him with her arm, "Thanks. I'm gonna go walk with Sam and Cas." Dean nodded and gave a small smile.

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When they got back to Bobby's after the case, Dean and her were at each other's throats. Sam had to deal with it on his own during the car ride because Castiel chickened out and left.

"You are such a fucking idiot, I did the right thing! You could've gotten hurt if I didn't!" Y/N screamed at Dean once they got inside. Dean slammed his hand down on the table, which made her flinch. "That son of a bitch could've killed you because you did that!"

She groaned and tossed her head back as Bobby walked in. "What's goin' on?" Bobby probed. Y/N gave him a look that could've killed, and Dean scoffed. "She put her life on the line! She used herself as bait when she knows damn well we don't let her do that any more!"

She rolled her eyes and slammed her freshly opened beer bottle down, immediately snapping back, "It was not bait! I lured the goddamn thing out so you could kill it!" Dean started walking towards her, towering down in front of her. He glanced down at her beer and took it from her hands.

"You aren't even old enough to drink yet, I don't know why we keep you around. Too immature." He growled at her. Bobby cleared his throat and leaned over the table, grabbing the bottle from Dean's hands. "Her birthday was a couple days ago, don't disrespect her like that." Bobby declared, and she laughed at Dean.

"I've been twenty-one for two days and I've been hunting since I was sixteen, don't you dare call me immature." Bobby gave her a look and her shoulders slumped, "What?" She muttered. "You were acting irrational on the hunt, you should know better than that. You keep yourself safe first, always." Bobby lectured to her and she rolled her eyes.

It was Dean's turn to laugh now, a small chuckle bellowing from his throat. She turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, heading straight to Sam's.

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She was laying upside down on Sam's bed, venting about how frustrated she was to Sam and Castiel. Castiel was sitting in a black spinning chair at a desk that occupied the corner of Sam's room. He spun back and forth while listening, oddly fascinated with the way the chair moved. Sam was sitting on the opposite side of the bed, rubbing her leg in an attempt to soothe her. His head rested against the headboard and his eyes were closed as he listened to her rant.

"I don't understand how Bobby agrees with him! I was in the right! I did the right thing, I didn't even get hurt!" Sam cleared his throat at this, tilting his head down to look at her. "You got a pretty good scratch on your back. I understand that's not your point but you can't leave out details.." She hit his leg, biting her lip as she thought of what to say.

Castiel chimed in before she could think of anything. "I healed her though, and she knew I was there. I think you are correct," He said as he nodded his head towards her, "She did the best thing she could in the moment." Sam processed what he said and reluctantly agreed. "Yeah, okay. I just don't think we should hate Dean for being worried."

She laughed and moved to look over at Sam, using her elbows to hold her up. "Are you serious? I hate him for many more reasons than that." Sam shook his head and Cas shrugged.

A knock on the door took them out of their conversation. She flipped over onto her stomach, now resting in-between Sam's legs. "Come in," she ordered, and the door opened slightly.

Dean came in and immediately focused on the two. He cleared his throat and his brows furrowed. "Cute," he said, motioning towards Sam. Before Sam could respond, Dean continued. "I was just comin' to apologize." He murmured, now looking at her. She nodded and propped her head up on her hands, elbows digging into the mattress. "Go on," she urged and he did. "I'm sorry for yelling at you.. And uh, being rude, ya know, how I called you immature."

She nodded and gave a small smile, "Thanks, Dean." He nodded as well and rubbed the back of his neck. The room fell silent as they just stared at each other for a moment. He swore her eyes were a brighter shade of Y/E/C. They were beautiful.

Sam cleared his throat and Dean snapped back to reality. "Uh, I'm gonna go.. Probably gonna go watch a movie or something, if any of you wanna join." Y/N nodded and smiled and so did Cas.

Once Dean left, Sam nudged her with his leg. "You got something you wanna tell us?" He said, his tone was teasing but she was confused. "What do you mean? He apologized, that's a good thing." Sam nodded with a chuckle and Castiel stopped spinning, intrigued by the conversation at hand.

"What I mean is that look. You guys were staring into each other's souls." Sam said with another laugh. "I don't know what you're talking about." She muttered, moving to sit up.

Sam shook his head and crossed his legs on the bed, a rather awkward position for such a tall person. "I think you two would be cute together." Sam remarked, making her tilt her head. He put his hands up and began rambling to defend himself, but she was already lost in thought.

Maybe we would be...

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed! I was really unmotivated today but I wanted to post another part. I wanted to write but I couldn't grasp the motivation so I hope this is good lol

Feel free to reblog, like and comment! I really hope you guys like it! Message me if you have any requests!

xoxo

[samsgff]

CHAPTER 4!!

Few hours later, Dean woke up in a hospital room all confused, the past few days felt like a blur to him. He looked around, it was dark outside, and Bobby was asleep on the couch. Not wanting to wake him, he slowly got up and headed to the small church inside the hospital.

Dean wasn’t much of a believer, but his mother once told him that there’s an angel looking out for him, and that’s something he wanted to believe, which wasn’t wrong. The church was empty, he kneeled even though his body was entirely bruised. He kneeled and begged, he begged for some clearance, he begged for a sign, anything that would guide him in the right direction, anything that made him feel as if he wasn’t going crazy.

“Dear angel, god, whoever is listening, I’m I’m tired I’m so tired- I just need a sign, to understand what’s happening I feel so lost- so damn lost and alone.” He cried out.

As he sat there in silent, a huge beam of light filled the room. He looked up, petrified.

“It’s all going to be okay” a voice whispered in a reassuring tone.The celestial being placed his hand over the lost soldier as all of his memories started coming back to him. Every single moment he ever had with his younger brother, the good and the bad, every single hunt he went to, whether it was with his father or with Sam, every creature he ever killed, every beer he had with Bobby, every drive he had with baby. It all came rushing back to him, like a flood.

Still on his knees, his eyed filled up with tears, he had a brother. Sam, Sam Winchester was his brother. The brother who he always looked after, the brother who he made sure nothing bad ever happened to him, the brother who had soft puppy doe eyes which made him crumble and agree to almost everything he demanded. It was always them two. Dean and Sam Winchester. But he was gone, Sam was gone. He had to bring him back, he owed him that much. He got back up on his feet, and walked straight to his room where Bobby was sound asleep, almost kicking down the door.

“We need to bring Sam back” he said in a confident tone. Bobby jumped out of his seat, all confused as to how Dean got it back.

“Dean are you- are you okay?” The old man asked anxiously whilst slowly approaching the son who he thought he had lost forever.

“Yes, I am more than okay and I need to get my brother from hell right now” He added more determined than ever as he snatched the I.V from his arm that started dripping blood in a matter of seconds.

“yes okay alright but can I at least give you a hug?” Bobby asked hesitantly.

Dean leaned into his arms without saying a word.

“Im so glad to have you back” His adoptive father murmured as his voice cracked.

“me too Bobby, me too” Dean whispered softly.

Once they had stopped hugging, they got out of the hospital, specifically from the window so that they wouldn’t draw attention to themselves.

Dean was still weak and dizzy from all the blood loss, he let Bobby drive while he sat in the passenger’s seat and looked through his dad’s book, hoping to find any loophole anything that would get his favorite person back.

“I need to speak with Castiel” he spoke out.

“Ugh, do you really need to?” Bobby asked annoyed.

“yes.” He added firmly.

“Castiel get your ass down here” He demanded.

It was a matter of seconds before the brown-haired angel appeared in the backseat.

“Dean, you’re back” Castiel said in a neutral tone.

“yeah I am and thank you” The hunter replied as he kept looking through the book.

“Why are you thanking me? I didn’t do anything” The angel answered with confusion.

“what do you mean? You’re the one who brought my memories back” Dean replied even more confused.

“no Dean that wasn’t me” Castiel added intrigued.

“Then who the hell did I speak to in that church?” Dean asked as the looked at both Bobby and Castiel.

Few hours later, Dean woke up in a hospital room all confused, the past few days felt like a blur to him. He looked around, it was dark outside, and Bobby was asleep on the couch. Not wanting to wake him, he slowly got up and headed to the small church inside the hospital.

Dean wasn’t much of a believer, but his mother once told him that there’s an angel looking out for him, and that’s something he wanted to believe, which wasn’t wrong. The church was empty, he kneeled even though his body was entirely bruised. He kneeled and begged, he begged for some clearance, he begged for a sign, anything that would guide him in the right direction, anything that made him feel as if he wasn’t going crazy.

“Dear angel, god, whoever is listening, I’m I’m tired I’m so tired- I just need a sign, to understand what’s happening I feel so lost- so damn lost and alone.” He cried out.

As he sat there in silent, a huge beam of light filled the room. He looked up, petrified.

“It’s all going to be okay” a voice whispered in a reassuring tone.The celestial being placed his hand over the lost soldier as all of his memories started coming back to him. Every single moment he ever had with his younger brother, the good and the bad, every single hunt he went to, whether it was with his father or with Sam, every creature he ever killed, every beer he had with Bobby, every drive he had with baby. It all came rushing back to him, like a flood.

Still on his knees, his eyed filled up with tears, he had a brother. Sam, Sam Winchester was his brother. The brother who he always looked after, the brother who he made sure nothing bad ever happened to him, the brother who had soft puppy doe eyes which made him crumble and agree to almost everything he demanded. It was always them two. Dean and Sam Winchester. But he was gone, Sam was gone. He had to bring him back, he owed him that much. He got back up on his feet, and walked straight to his room where Bobby was sound asleep, almost kicking down the door.

“We need to bring Sam back” he said in a confident tone. Bobby jumped out of his seat, all confused as to how Dean got it back.

“Dean are you- are you okay?” The old man asked anxiously whilst slowly approaching the son who he thought he had lost forever.

“Yes, I am more than okay and I need to get my brother from hell right now” He added more determined than ever as he snatched the I.V from his arm that started dripping blood in a matter of seconds.

“yes okay alright but can I at least give you a hug?” Bobby asked hesitantly.

Dean leaned into his arms without saying a word.

“Im so glad to have you back” His adoptive father murmured as his voice cracked.

“me too Bobby, me too” Dean whispered softly.

Once they had stopped hugging, they got out of the hospital, specifically from the window so that they wouldn’t draw attention to themselves.

Dean was still weak and dizzy from all the blood loss, he let Bobby drive while he sat in the passenger’s seat and looking through his dad’s book, hoping to find any loophole anything that would get his favorite person back.

“I need to speak with Castiel” he spoke out.

“Ugh, do you really need to?” Bobby asked annoyed.

“yes.” He added firmly.

“Castiel get your ass down here” He demanded.

It was a matter of seconds before the brown-haired angel appeared in the backseat.

“Dean, you’re back” Castiel said in a neutral tone.

“yeah I am and thank you” The hunter replied as he kept looking through the book.

“Why are you thanking me? I didn’t do anything” The angel answered with confusion.

“what do you mean? You’re the one who brought my memories back” Dean replied even more confused.

“no Dean that wasn’t me” Castiel added intrigued.

“Then who the hell did I speak to in that church?” Dean asked as the looked at both Bobby and Castiel.

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SUPTOBER 23 // DAY 8

SATANIC PANIC

"Lose it with the whole Bruce Banner attitude, I know you're angry too! Why do you always make it look like it's MY FAULT?"

Dean was furious. They sat around the map table and for the last hour discussing how and if to leave the Bunker.

And Sam was so damn calm, like he already had made his decision, like his opinion was the only one counting. Maybe Dean was petty, but sue him, their situation wasn't easy.

"I'm not angry!" Sam sat up in his chair, Eileen at his side laid a hand on his arm which he rolled his eyes at and turned to her.

"Why do you always do that? I'm talking with my brother, why do you always want to get in between?!" His hands were fast, underlining his annoyance.

"Excuse you??" Eileen scoffed.

"While you and your brother scream at each other, we all have to listen to your years pent up trauma! You're not angry?" She got closer to him "I am, angry. I'm so angry and sick of being treated like an intruder. I'm so sick and angry about your brother and you playing some psycho tricks to each other. Red flags all around you! And you!" She pointed at Dean, who just crossed his arms over his chest.

"You and your damn toxic mood. We all care about you, we try so hard and poor Castiel crawls behind you like a kicked puppy-"

"Eileen", Sam tried to interrupt her, her name sign fluent from his hands.

"No! No I'm angry! It's always about him! We could've been gone the second we knew it's too dangerous to stay here but we stayed! Because you two have something really really weird going on-"

"Stop it!" His big hand grabbed her arm and she looked at him and his touch was hot, way too hot and she saw Dean getting off his chair, saw him grab his gun.

Red.

"Sam!" She gasped but his eyes were nothing but red and sigils glowed on his skin. And her skin burned and she smelled her burned flesh through her flannel.

Two big hands grasped Sam's head from behind, blue light filled the room, the hunter screamed as if in pain and toppled forwards, catched by Eileen who just was able to lay him down on the map table.

Cas, out of breath looked at his burned hands, his grace very slow fixing the skin again. Dean at his side had his gun on his own brother.

"What the fuck was that?!"

ENDVERSE AU Masterpost

Artist Note:

I'm really sorry this seems rushed but I'm still not cured from whatever the hell I was sick from and I wanted to get this story out ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

[thedeadedhooman]

Favourite supernatural ship/s

thanks for the ask anon<3

samjess is my favourite I guess. it's tragic and sad and beautiful. It always makes me upset and I end up in a puddle of tears. It hurts my brain and heart. It's like a stabbing pain in the gut. what gets me is that even after such a long time, sam could never actually let go of jessica I think. I mean what am I supposed to feel after the i still think about jessica. he was shopping for rings, and he proposed to a ghost, to his past. a nice sweet normal figment of his life, that he held on to for a while until tragedy struck. sam probably doesn't even have any photos of jessica, they were all burnt in the fire. he probably had that voicemail that she sent when he went with dean to hunt the woman in white. which probably got deleted when they had to switch phones or simcards cuz of their shitty lifestyle. she's only a memory to him...fuck

sastiel cuz I love their autistic swag. of course there are moments that make me mad like cas breaking sam's wall but cas also took sam's pain. sam and castiel are so soft and tender with each other. I just know the sex would've been a galaxy brain moment.

samruby because they're toxic af but they truly loved each other at some point. they would've worshipped each other I think. it's bout the roles and the dynamics, there's also a lot of manipulation and betrayal going on and that adds to the more complex elements regarding the pairing. also the soft tender way ruby tries to cajole sam into believing that what he did was right scratches at my brain because she too sacrificed a lot to be the one who catalysed the whole thing. they could've ruled hell together. and their whole sex scene is like two lesbians fucking each other.

deanlisa because dean had a bit of normalcy and a cute son. dean and lisa made a cute pairing I think. he got to be a dad for a little while I guess. It's sad and tragic cuz when cas wiped Lisa and Ben's memories, it really hurt. Like you build this little family and they gave you something to hold on to for a while when you missed your brother and then have all of that taken away from you PERMANENTLY. that shit is sad af.

sambrady because I KNOW WHAT THEY HAD GOING ON. demon lover brady my beloved. I know they fucked. cuz brady is a demon and he died.

samsarah. they are so cute. and honestly out of all the partners sam had in the show I think sarah blake would have been perfect for sam imo. she wanted to help them during the hunt. she's a tough girl. they kiss for the first and the last time and she hopes that sam would visit again. she keeps waiting and waiting and waiting, days turn into weeks, weeks into months, months into years and then one day she gets married has a kid and that tall floofy haired boy with the puppy dog eyes turns up at her doorstep. she has moved on obviously but at what cost? she died cuz of the very man she waited for so long. and oh sammy. the only reason why he didn't go back was that he knew it was dangerous for her. later he had to go to her to save her but again at what cost? sarah still died and she had a husband and a kid...

wincest. do I need to even say anything? I mean where do I even start? It's not like I want them to fuck each other but it's the codependency. there's a lot going on with these two that can't be seen with the naked eyes. it's the subtext, the yearning, the longing looks, the roles...how dean can't function without sam, he's afraid to be alone, how sam loses it when dean is gone, the need to be the no. 1 person on their priority list, and the fact that they're canonical soulmates. yeah they're weird and that's what I like about it. sam and dean winchester are psychotically, irrationally, erotically codependent on each other.

sammadison how could I not mention this one. THIS IS MY FAVOURITE AS WELL. I mean it's so fucking tragic. like you think you saved the girl but for what? it didn't work and it's gonna happen again and there's no cure and you two share these tender moments of intimacy thinking everything's gonna be okay only to be met with the opposite. you gave her hope and now it's being taken away..it's never gonna be okay and she asks you to kill her. whatthefuck. now you slowly see yourself in her, what if I become a monster and there's no way back and what if someone I love so much has to put me down like a sick dog. GOSH. I cried while watching that episode.

I also like samwena and saileen and megstiel but I haven't watched the later seasons that well so can't say much.

[ultravi0lence14]

Do You Think I’m Weird?

jack kline x fem!reader

2.5k | fluff

summary: you’ve always been a little weird. not thinking anything was wrong with it until dean decided to read your journal. though jack was just as weird as you were, and that makes your quirks a little more better.

fighting evil and the supernatural was not what you had pictured for your life plan, yet here you were.

you had met sam and dean about seven years ago. freshly thirteen, you had been living in an orphanage since the age of five. both of your parents had died in a freak car accident, leaving you in the care of a middle aged woman with ten other girls, far away from home.

the winchester brothers had sniffed out a case in oklahoma. a shifter that was terrorizing homes so they could slaughter everyone present. that was the only reason you’d ran into the infamous sam and dean. the shifter had visited your orphanage, slaughtering everyone there and almost killing you too if it wasn’t for dean killing them at the last moment.

sam was the one who felt obligated to take you in. you were so young, with no where for them to drop you off. dean wasn’t too keen on taking in a random thirteen year old girl. him and sam dealt with enough as is. so tacking on taking care of a fresh teenage girl, while also saving the world, was not something he really wanted to do.

but sam was always so convincing, breaking out his infamous puppy dog eyes to sway dean into saying yes. so for the past couple of years, sam and dean winchester were all you had. they loved you like a sister, and you viewed them as your family.

joining sam and dean on their journey meant you saw a lot of strange things. you were there when leviathans took over, one even killing bobby. you were present when dean went to purgatory, even following sam to texas when he thought dean had died. you watched as an angel took over sam and dean got the mark of cain, inevitably turning him into a demon.

attempting to close the gates of hell, angels falling, god’s freakin sister wanting to take over the world. you where there for it all. beside the two brothers, learning what you could from them and helping the best you could. so of course, you where there when the devil himself took over the president. you stood along slack jawed as castiel realized a nephilim had been born. not any nephilim though, but satan’s fucking offspring.

the poor woman who’d the devil taken advantage of was too kind to have this happen to her. you couldn’t bare be around kelly kline, for you felt a sense of dread any time you looked at her somber and smiling face. realizing she wouldn’t be alive to see her child.

though in the end, everything had happened so fast. kelly’s child was so strong, the unborn baby opened a rift to another world. this rift ended up taking the devil, alongside sam and dean’s mother, (who yes, was back from the dead) before it closed for good. oh no, but that was after lucifer stuck an angel blade in castiel’s back, killing him right in front of you and the brothers.

everyone was gone. kelly was dead, and in all the chaos, you had completely forgotten she’d given birth to a whole damn child. well, it was more like a twenty something year old man. you believed after everything you’ve seen, nothing could shock you. but as you walked into the baby’s nursery, you swore your jaw fell off as you looked past sam’s broad shoulders, eyes falling on a full grown man who was very much kelly’s newborn son.

jack was an interesting guy from the jump. he was a week old baby in a grown man’s body. it was a little weird and hard to get used to. it got easier — well actually exceptionally harder, when jack ended up getting stuck in the other dimension with mary winchester. but they were both back now, and the devil was dead, and everything seemed to be okay.

right now, mary had been gone for a week or so, working on some cases. so now, it was just you, sam, dean, cas, and jack in the bunker.

times like these you enjoyed. with the addition of jack, it was like how things used to be. times when not everything was as complicated as it is now. it was just you and the winchester’s fighting evil, with castiel to give his aid when needed and bobby’s house as a refuge spot.

no big threat was happening at the moment. this allowed for you and everyone else to chill and relax for a bit. you had found some time so get to know jack some more. yes, you’d fought alongside him, but you never knew what his interests were. what he found entertaining and other factors of him were completely unaware to you.

though today, your investigation in the phenomenon that was jack kline was put to a halt. sam basically forced everyone in the bunker to go through a certain chunk of books in the library. his words exactly were ‘these are the only books we haven’t cataloged, and when are we going to find time to do it?’ he wasn’t wrong, yet the task was as boring as watching paint dry.

midway through the highly entertaining book cataloging, you heard a snicker come from across the table. dean winchester was holding a book that looks wise, wasn’t as old as the other men of letter novels. dean reading the contents and silently giggling to himself. you were slightly confused on what he had found so funny, until you spotted a very familiar fiona apple sticker on the front.

oh dear god. dean was reading your journal. your scattered brain had left it on the table alongside all the other books. a late night of jotting down your thoughts and even creating your own poems was cut short as you felt drowsiness take over you. in your sleepy haze, you must’ve forgotten to take it to your room. now because of it, freaking dean, the most immature person you’ve ever met, was reading it’s contents.

you loved the eldest winchester, don’t get it twisted. though like everyone else, he had his flaws, and you couldn’t deny the truth. dean being raised in a not so nice environment by his drill sergeant of a father left him to be a little cruel when it came to certain things. in honesty, he didn’t catch on to social cues well. if he was publicly going to laugh at your journal, then he probably would.

“oh wow, pipsqueak.” dean’s voice came out through chokes of laughter, and you could feel yourself sinking into your own skin as time kept moving foreword. “i knew you were a little weird, but jesus christ.”

in dean’s brain, he was joking around with you. this was something john used to do — mostly to sam. if the older man came across something personal to his youngest son, especially something john didn’t agree with, he would laugh at him. chalking it up to be a joke when sam got upset. dean wholeheartedly believed that this was all joking fun. this was how he grew up, and it wasn’t his fault that his dad was an emotionally unattached man who was stuck in his distorted ways.

eyes downcast towards your lap, you couldn’t bare to look up at any of the four men in the room. the feeling of sam’s pitiful gaze fleeted over the top of your head. he knew what this felt like, and you knew that he felt for you and wanted dean to shut up as much as you did. cas was confused. the man always had a nuance of bewilderment on his face, but this time it was different. he was an angel after all, he could feel your discomfort radiating off of you in waves. his confusion didn’t stem from why you felt this way, but why dean was making you feel like it. he wanted your emotion to stop, wanted you to feel comfortable and not like everyone in the room was judging you.

jack was a different story. he hadn’t been alive for long, but jack was already very well versed. he cared exceedingly for the people he held close in his heart, and he especially had a problem with letting his anger get the best of him.

one thing for certain, jack kline cared for you deeply, more than anyone truly knew about. he thought you were ethereal, everything he believed a person should be. seeing dean treat you so blatantly terrible made the swell of anger in jack’s chest rise. without even lifting your head you could feel it coming off of the young nephilim in waves.

before jack could explode, or god forbid dean read an excerpt out loud, you got up from your chair and in a fast pace walked to your room. you could hear sam start scolding dean but you didn’t make a move to turn around and tune in. the embarrassment was rolling off of you in waves, and you could already feeling the tears forming at your lash line.

you’d always been a little different than other people. your interests sometimes weirded people out, starting from when you were in the foster home. some of the girls would make fun of you, and it would make you feel even more alone then you already were at the time.

there was just some things you wanted to keep to yourself. your journal was the number one thing of that. yeah, sam and dean knew how you were and even mentioned multiple times that you were pretty strange at some times. you knew they were just joking around. but with what dean was doing with your journal, you couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t all a joke.

closing the door to your room, you stood by the wooden threshold and looked around at everything you did to change the space. all of the pictures and designs you put on the wall felt silly now. you didn’t know what dean, cas, or even sam was thinking when they came in. you felt so stupid, so embarrassed that your brain couldn’t properly function.

staring at your walls, trinkets on your desk. hell, even the new bed spread you got to replace to old, thin one the men of letters probably had since the 1950’s made you feel so exposed. everyone was secretly making fun of you, like they used to at the orphanage, and you couldn’t go through that pain not again.

you were a freak. so off putting that even sam and dean noticed it. noticed it not in a good way, but in a way where they were judging you without you knowing. with eyes blinded by embarrassed sadness, you ripped the comforter off of your bed, throwing each stupid plushie at the wall. every trinket or item on your desk was thrown off in a massive sweep, leaving a loud clatter in it’s wake.

as you were about to rip all the posters off of your wall, you felt two arms wrap around you, pulling you away from the destruction. some part of you wanted to fight back, wanted to believe that changing who you were was the best thing you could do. but you were so tired. tired of forcing yourself to pretend you were something you weren’t. so melting into the arms of the person who you still haven’t identified, the tears started to freely fall from your eyelids.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” the sound of jack’s voice right by your left ear shocked you a little. turning around in his arms, you looked at the man’s face to see nothing but hurt and confusion plaguing his stare. he held such care in his eyes. this moment made you realize how much jack truly cared for you, and that led to you falling limp into his arms and breaking down into uncontrollable sobs.

jack stilled, not knowing what to do in this certain situation. like a lightbulb going off in his head, he remembered what sam always did when a victim was crying. wrapping his arms tighter around your body, jack placed his head on top of yours, letting you cry into his shoulder and soothing you the best he could.

voice muffled by jack’s sweater, you spoke with a small voice. worried that jack would judge you. “do you think i’m weird?” the question caught the young nephilim by surprise. why would you think that? to jack, you were so creative and intelligent. yeah, you had your quirks, but that made you who you are in jack’s eyes. anyone who thought you were weird in a bad sense was just plain old stupid.

moving his head from yours, allowing you to look up into jack’s eyes, you watched as he softly smiled at you, contemplating what to say next. “yeah. you’re pretty weird.” his words made your heart drop to your stomach. eyes widening in fear before he continued. “but that’s what makes you, well, you! and i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

mouth agape in shock, you shook your head as if to disagree with him. “but, what about what dean-“

“sam and cas are giving dean a pretty heated lecture as we speak. i don’t think he realized how much that hurt you.” the thought of sam and cas sticking up for you made a smile light up your face. you loved dean, yet jack was right. he probably didn’t know that his words were hurtful, and you knew that a heartfelt apology and a lot of pie would come in it’s wake.

turning your head away from jack, you looked around your room at all the destruction you had made. thank god you didn’t tear your posters down, for the mess of blankets, papers and small trinkets was already bad enough as is. the man immediately perked up, moving away from you and rummaging around your things in a way to clean them up.

a soft gasp was heard from where jack was knelt on the ground. turning around, he lifted up a medium sized glass cat figurine that he’d gotten you at at farmers market. “thank goodness skittles didn’t break. the lady at the stall was staring at me funny and i really don’t want to see her again.” the thought that jack didn’t care about the destruction of your belongings but how he was going to reattain them for you put a smile on your face. he really did care, and that warm fuzzy feeling in your chest was starting to grow bigger and bigger.

leaning down so you could place a soft kiss on the crown of jack’s head, you moved to sit beside him on the floor, helping with the clean up of all the items strewn around the room. a light squeeze to your hand had you understanding that even with everything going on, you still had someone who didn’t care for what you liked. jack was right there beside you. reading the books you liked, watching your favourite movies, listening to your rants on anything you found interesting.

jack kline was someone you could always count on to be your true self around, and that was something that made you realize that enormous crush you had on the half angel.

[daughterofcain-67]

𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 (𝔭𝔱.10) 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩

(Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

(masterlist)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Dean has escaped the dungeon of the bunker in an attempt to stop the treatments Sam was giving him and he was thirsty for revenge. Sam’s blood, your blood, he was ready to see pools of it for everything the two of you had done. Will you and Sam manage to get him back to the dungeon before he takes your lives?

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: being chased by demon dean, lives on the line. Last part! I think that’s it… Opened doors for a sequel?

Then…

“There’s no point in trying to bring your brother back, Sammy and I keep trying to tell you that.” He said as he watched Sam walk back to that table with those damned needles he was hating more and more by the second.

Dean tensed up again and he could feel himself losing his strength. His vision was beginning to go blurry but as he lifted his head, he caught a glimpse of you before the door was shut.

This wasn’t over. And Dean would make sure of that.

Now…

You were with Sam since he was giving Dean a little bit of a break from the constant blood injections. You could tell how worried he was for Dean and whether he would survive or not.

“Sam, any treatment like this is going to have a bad process. But you know how strong Dean is and you have to know deep down that he will push through this. He’ll make it.” You said, the younger brother nodded a little before he looked at you.

“Can I ask you something?” You heard Sam asked, which you nodded back, “Why did you want to be here while Dean goes through this?”

You looked down at your hands. “The reasons are selfish really… I’ve never seen a demon be cured before. And since Crowley is still obviously a demon, I wanted to know if something like this would actually work. Especially since this time you won’t be stopped until Dean is fully human.”

“Purely selfish, huh?” He asked with a little smirk on his face. You narrowed your brows, wondering what he meant by it.

“Yeah?”

“So nothing happened between you and Dean?” You sighed a little.

“Maybe there were some small moments here and there over the course of being away. But any chance that we had is pretty much shot. Once he’s human, I’ll be out of your hair and things will go on as they were before.” Sam had that puppy dog eyes look again, the one where his brows were slightly narrowed and aimed upward.

“You know, we can always try the cure with you too. If that’s something you’re interested in.”

A brow of yours arched slightly. Then you remembered one of the visions you’ve had, the one your mother was in specifically. You remembered the second version of you had become human. But the difference if you became human now, you wouldn’t have a reason to make a deal for Dean.

“Let’s focus on getting you your brother back first, alright? Priorities.”

“Right… of course. Let’s get back in there.” Sam said and he got up.

You nodded and you followed behind him on the way to the dungeon. You took in a deep breath as you walked downstairs. Sam opened the door and when the both of you walked in, your eyes widened.

“He’s gone.”

Sam’s words didn’t make you any more comfortable with the confirmation of what your eyes were seeing. The chair he was sitting in was empty, the rope that bound his wrists were undone.

“When did Castiel say he was going to get here?” You asked as the both of you rushed back upstairs.

“I’m not sure… but we need to split up and find Dean until he does get here.”

You nodded at Sam’s words and you started going a different path. The only problem was, you had only been here once. You didn’t know the layout of the bunker like Sam and Dean did. We’re you a little concerned? Sure. But were you going to die? As long as Dean didn’t have the First Blade, you were fairly confident that the answer would be a no.

It was quiet throughout the bunker, and all you could hear for a moment was your own footsteps. Luckily for you, you’ve had plenty of experience sneaking around as quietly as you could. Dean’s not the only one who’s ambushed people after all. It was sort of exhilarating in a way to be on the flipped side. But you had to stay focused.

You knew Sam was taking the library area since you had seen him going that way. Maybe he was looking sour something that would hold Dean. You snuck around the lobby before you could hear a voice coming from the kitchen.

“Oh Sammy! Come on out for a while. Don’t you wanna spend time with your big brother?”

You swallowed hard at the deep grumble of Dean’s voice. You wondered how much he had recovered, how much stronger he was. Then the idea hit you… was he now a half demon? Would he now be weakened by something other than the First Blade now?

You pulled out your knife and looked down at it, seeing the metal shine with the light and you wondered if you or Sam would have to weaken him significantly. You knew Sam wouldn’t want to do it and you honestly didn’t know if he would have the strength to do it. So maybe you would have to end up finding Dean before he finds Sam.

You caught a glimpse of Dean walking out of the kitchen going somewhere else holding a hammer and your eyes widened. The first thing that came into your mind was him bashing Sam’s head to the point where his brains were on the walls.

All you could do at the moment was hope that Sam would be careful.

You waited a few moments before you decided to follow Dean. He ended up going to where all of the bedrooms were again and this part, to you, felt like some kind of maze. The sound of a door being kicked in echoed through the halls and you hid around a corner.

The lights wen’t out before an alarm sounded. Red emergency lights started shining down the halls and within the rest of the bunker.

“Way to make things more ominous…” You barely even whispered, but the sarcasm was still there.

You heard Dean rambling about something relating to him not wanting to leave, not without killing Sam first. You didn’t hear it all since he was walking away so you turned around to start walking a different way to see if you could cut the half-demon off somewhere.

You tried to think of where the demon would go next. If he’s going after Sam, where would Sam go next?

You gradually made your way back to the library and then there was the sound of Dean’s voice again, but this time he wasn’t speaking to Sam.

“I can’t believe you have the nerve to work with my brother against me, Y/N! To think, we could have had something special and shared the First Blade together. But you! No, you had to go and give the blade to Crowley! Good goin, Sweetheart.”

You bit down on your tongue to keep from speaking, you made your way through the library’s shelves to keep hidden.

There, you saw Dean walking through completely out in the opened, unconcerned of whether or not someone could come out and fight him. You didn’t know if he’d grown conceded or simply convinced in his abilities.

“You know, my brother’s smart. But he sure does have his stupid moments. I can’t believe he thought that demon cuffs could hold me with human blood injected in me. The cuffs don’t work on humans, and neither do devil’s traps.” Which of course gave you a good idea of how he escaped and walked himself right out of that dungeon.

You stepped out from behind the shelves and Dean froze. You could see in the silhouette from the red lights that he was slowly turning to you. When you saw his eyes, you saw the smirk he had when he was about to thoroughly enjoy killing someone or something.

“Well, not the one I wanted to kill first. But you’ll do.” He said, and you clenched your jaw.

“I’d like to see you try to kill me.” You said.

He strode over to you before lifting his arm and he used the hammer to point at you, “You’re a sorry excuse for a demon, do you know that?” He asked.

“Oh please, what are you on about now?” You questioned and stepped towards him, your own blade firmly in your grasp.

“You think you’re so good at what you do. But ever since you stepped into Sammy and my little world, you’ve become more useless than even Crowley.” He said then he took a swing at you, you were able to dodge the hammer in his hand and you held his wrist before holding your knife to his neck.

“There’s nothing wrong with being interested and learning a few things once in a while. It doesn’t make me any less of a demon.” You said, but Dean shifted his wrist in your hand before he managed to pin you, chest first, against one of the bookshelves.

“No, but being interested makes you weak. Maybe being around Crowley and I made you weak too, or were you always just this bad and that’s the real reason why you went into hiding all those years? Gosh, I bet Abaddon turning in her grave at how much you’ve fallen.” He said.

You were so tempted to use your abilities and melt his insides from within just to prove him wrong, but you knew that Sam needed Dean.

So instead, you used your strength since you were more of a demon physically than Dean was at the moment, and you pushed yourself back and turned before you managed to slash Dean in the arm. You heard him hiss with pain and he looked down at his wound.

You could tell he could now feel pain, but his wounds were still able to heal themselves. To you, maybe this was a sign that Sam’s treatments were working.

“I’m not going to let you kill your brother, Dean. He’s all you’ve got. You’ve gone to far with this demon bullshit ad you aren’t cut out for that kind of life.” You promised and he lifted his gaze from his arm up to you and his brows were narrowed, gaze dark yet his eyes weren’t black yet.

“You’re not gonna let me, huh? Well I guess it is good I ran into you first. Get’s me my fill of some kind of revenge for what you did.” He said and he swung the hammer at you again. You used your arm to block it and you failed to realize before how Dean was pretty strong even for just a half demon.

“And the whole, not being cut out for this bullshit? I’m more than qualified for this. I know damn well that this? This is what I’m meant to be. But you? I’m glad that you left after all. You’re nothing but a worthless, lowlife demon that can’t fit into her old man, or even her old woman’s shoes. It’s better for me that you walked out on what we had.” He promised.

“You brought that on yourself Dean and you know it. You got yourself caught by Sam because of your own actions.” You said and when you raised one hand to make your next move, Dean used his own and you felt his hands around your neck before he pinned you against the wall nearby.

You were having the biggest deja vu moment, and you knew now Dean was fully intending on killing you or at least leaving you close to dead until your body could heal itself. His grip around your neck was tight and the eye contact between the two of you made your heart race at what he planned to do next.

“I can’t believe I thought it was a good idea to bring you along from Cincinnati. To even let myself have some kind of soft sot for you. Maybe Cain had the right idea of being alone and not have anyone to hold him back. No one to keep him from his goals or true killing potential.” You heard Dean say as you tried to use one of your hands to release his grip.

“Oh Sweetheart, prying my fingers won’t help you in this case. Honestly, you just have to accept the fact that it’s just too late. I’ll find Crowley, I’ll get the First Blade back, and then I will kill you. Slowly. Painfully. And believe me, Doll… it will be the most fun I’ve had throughout this entire ordeal.” He promised. Then he raised the hammer and knocked you out with it.

Then all you could see in that moment was black.

Dean let go of your neck and watched you fall to the ground. He stared at you for a moment and thought about the promise he just made. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on that blade again and kill you just as brutally as you’ve killed in your past. You would just be getting a taste of your own medicine is all.

He had so many plans. He wouldn’t kill you right away. No that would be far too kind after you betrayed him and he wanted this to be worth it.

For now, he had a new task. He would need to find his brother before you woke up so he could finally kill him without you being in the way. First, he would need to go to the control room. The alarm was getting on his nerves so that had to be taken care of. And surely Sam wasn’t too far from the control room, so it should be killing two birds with one stone.

He took the hammer and he saw your blade beside your unconscious body. He kept the hammer but he bent down and took your blade and put it in his boot where he would typically keep other knives when he was alive. Then he ate his way to the control room.

Once inside the control room, he saw where Sam flipped the switch to lock everyone in. So dean switched it back and hummed to himself.

“That’s much better.” He said.

Then he heard a grunt, followed by the slamming of the door and he smirked.

“Sammy, this isn’t your big move, is it? I half expected more from you since you’re supposed to be some kind of brainiac college boy.” Dean chuckled before he heard his brother speaking through the other side.

“Dean, we were so close. Just let us help you out of this. I know you’re still in there somewhere just please, let me finish the treatments.”

Dean was on the other side of the door, listening and he shook his head and looked down at the hammer. Enough was enough.

With a mighty swing, Dean started hammering the door down as some kind of makeshift axe. Time after time, Dean could tell pieces of wood were coming apart.

“You think you know me so damn well, don’t ya, Sammy. Thinking that I even wanna be cured!” He continued to hammer at the door to break it down and he could begin to see the other side.

The look of terror on his brother’s face was so exciting. It was so worth being trapped in this bunker just to see the look his brother had when he knew he could die.

“Personally, I like the disease.”

“Dean stop! I don’t want to use this blade on you!” Sam continued but Dean honestly didn’t care as he continued to hammer his way out.

“Well ain’t that a bitch. Because you genuinely mean that.” Dean laughed.

“You won’t kill me with that thing. You have a choice and I know that showing mercy is the choice you will inevitably make. But me?” Another swing at the door, “Me, I’m blessed! See I’ve got just enough demon in me that killing you? That’s not even a choice. It’s second nature. And it’s what I want, and it’s exactly what I’m gonna do.” Another swing.

“And I’ll enjoy every second of it.”

Once Dean broke through the door, Sam was already gone. Dean stepped through the door and didn’t see any sign of his brother. He looked down with frustration, running a hand through his thicker hair. He was so close, and this cat and mouse game was going on for far too long.

He walked into the hall to hunt for his brother again, not knowing how much time he would have before you would wake up again.

“Come on, Sammy. Let’s sit down and talk about this. Maybe grab a couple of beers or somethin.’” He said.

Sam wouldn’t listen to Dean’s lame ass attempts to lure him into a trap. He should know better. Sam had been hunting almost as long as Dean has after all and he was just as skilled.

Sam’s heart was racing though. His mind was telling him that he needed to just kill Dean if he kept this up. But everything in him was holding him back from doing so. That was his only brother, and he didn’t deserve to go out like this. The Dean he knew never would have wanted this sort of ending.

He stayed close to the wall and peeked behind a corner to look and see if Dean was there. He let out a shaky breath and when he turned around, Dean was there swinging his hammer so he ducked down, leaving the hammer stuck in the wall. Sam shot right back up and held the demon blade up to Dean’s neck.

“Well… You’ve got me, Sammy. It’s your move.”

Sam looked at his brother, watching him tighten his jaw with that defiant glare in his eye. He couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t do it. There had to be some way this could work.

When he lowered the blade, Sam braced himself to run again when Dean stepped forward but then…

“Enough. I’m not waiting for Castiel.” You said and you held your hand open, eyes glowing red.

Dean’s eyes turned black as he looked at you. When you began to close your hand, Dean could feel his insides starting to overheat. When he opened his mouth, that same demonic sound came out as if the demon side of him was fighting for its life once more.

“Y/N! No don’t do this!” Sam pleaded.

Then Castiel came onto the scene from seemingly out of nowhere and with his stolen grace, he managed to entrap Dean.

“It’s over Dean.” Castiel said, and the demon was unable to fight with you holding him along with Castiel.

You watched as Dean was secured in the chair again and every precaution was taken. Then you heard Sam and the angel talking.

“Even with all that human blood in him, Dean said that he still wanted to be a demon. Je didn’t want to be human at all. Why is that?”

“The only explanation I can think of, only human’s can feel genuine happiness. But they can also feel such profound pain.” The angel replied and you looked at Dean who was unconscious because of the amount of human blood in his system.

“It’s easier…. Emotionally. Demons don’t get attached to anything.” You said and they both looked at you.

“Demon’s never have to feel genuine feelings. When they get betrayed, they blow it off like it’s no big deal. If something good happens to them, it’s only for a second. When a demon typically looks back on their human life, they hate it. They hate remembering the heartbreaks and the pains and sorrows they’ve gone through. They prefer it that way.”

“But you never had that chance, how do you know that?” Sam asked.

“I was raised in Hell, remember? Demons talk about their past lives once in a while and I’d overhear them.” You answered but then you looked at Sam, “May I speak with you for a moment?”

Sam lifted a brow but he looked at the angel, “I’ve got him.” Castiel reassured and Sam escorted you out of the room.

“What did you want to talk about?”

This was it. It was now or never for you. You recalled the vision with your mother saying that you traded in your demonic nature to be human, but you’d be forever tortured after a deal you made on behalf of the older Winchester. But seeing as how this would likely be the end.. You knew you wouldn’t have to make that deal.

Maybe, just maybe that vision wouldn’t have to come true.

“I want you to make me human.”

The words took Sam back, “After all you just witnessed, after Dean almost dying, you want to put yourself through that?”

“Sam, you don’t understand.” You began, “I get that Dean wanted to stay a demon, believe me. I get that human emotions are scary and I can see why Dean didn’t want to go back to it, but ever since you and Sam came into my tattoo parlor in Ohio, I’ve learned so much. I see why you went through all of this trouble to make Dean human again. I can see and understand it all but I can’t feel it. Other demons have had the opportunity to feel and…”

“And you were robbed of that chance.” Sam concluded and you looked up at him before you nodded.

Then the hunter let out a sigh before he nodded, “Okay, I’ll do it. But just keep in mind, this is a dangerous process. I can’t guarantee this will work on someone who’s never been human.”

“Anything is worth a try.”

“Sam!”

Dean could hear a somewhat distant voice call. He slowly tilted his head and he felt like he had this massive migraine. But it also felt like something was finally leaving him.

When Dean raised his head and opened his eyes they were initially black, but they were finally fading away and Dean gasped a little before exhaling. When he shook his head slowly one last time and looked up, he saw Sam and Castiel with concerned looks on their faces as if they were on the defensive. Sam was holding the Holy water and Cass had an angel blade in his grasp.

“You look worried, fellas. What did I miss?” He asked.

Dean watched as Sam opened up a flask of Holy water and Dean flinched when he was splashed in the face with it. There was no reaction other than that. He wasn’t burning, wasn’t in any kind of physical pain.

He was human…

“Welcome back, Dean.” Sam said with a smile, but Dean?

Dean couldn’t feel happy. He suddenly had the weight of everything he had ever done while he was a demon on his shoulders.

Either way, he still felt out of it. But he was still out of it and when he looked beside him, he saw you in a chair beside him.

You too were bound and unconscious. He saw that there were tiny little holes in your arms. He must’ve missed a lot but his heart dropped to is feet at the sight of you and remembering everything the two of you had been through.

He looked up at Sam for a moment, “Can somebody get me out of these? I feel like my ass is fallin’ asleep.”

Sam laughed and Dean smiled slightly, honestly glad that he could hear it again. But he knew things would be different, right? Why wouldn’t they be after he tried to kill Sam. Maybe Sam wouldn’t want him back in the bunker after that day.

“Yeah, I’ve got it.” Sam said and Dean watched his brother untie the knots and Dean stood up, feeling is knees pop with old age.

“It’s good to have you back, Man. How do you feel? Can I get you anything?”

Dean could both hear and feel his stomach rumbling, “Well I guess the metabolism’s back. Do we have any burgers or did you stock up on the rabbit food since I’ve been gone?”

“Let me get you some cholesterol.” Sam asked, Dean could tell that he seemed happy. Relieved even.

Sam left the room and Castiel looked at Dean. Then Dean could feel Castiel’s hand on his shoulder, causing the hunter to look down at his friend.

“Things will be okay.” Castiel said. Dean swore that he hated when Castiel could read his mind once in a while.

“I tried to kill him, Cass. How is that okay?”

“Dean, he’s your brother. He’s gone through Hell and back just to look for you. You saw how relieved he was when you came too. You two will be okay.” Castiel promised.

Then Dean turned to look at you. Your hair was falling down from it’s messy bun and it seemed that you had a long day with this whole ordeal too. Not to mention the fact that he tried to kill you as well. But there was something different about you like this. What he sensed with the mark wasn’t something of demonic power. It was something different entirely.

“She’s made the decision to become human.” Castiel revealed and Dean looked at him.

“What?”

“She said something about being robbed of the chance at being human and wanted a taste of what it was like. I have no idea if she has any other intentions.”

“How long as she been out?” Dean asked.

“From what I gather from Sam, she’s handling the pain well, unless she’s about as good as keeping a facade as you. But she’s in a similar condition as how you were in the beginning about having immensely low energy and strength. We won’t know for sure how well treatment will be until it is complete.”

Dean nodded a little and he remembered that you had given the first blade to Crowley. If he was puking his guts out without it while he was human, he wondered how you would be without it especially if you became human after all.

“You should get some rest, Dean.” Castiel mention, causing Dean to shift his attention back to the angel, “The treatment took a lot out of you. You should use this time to allow yourself to heal.”

“But what if Metatron comes ba-“

“Metatron is in good hands. He’s locked away for good and no one will be letting him out. Heaven and Hell seem to be in balance for the time being. It’s quiet out there.” Castiel said and Dean sighed.

“I mean it. Go ahead and go to your room, and enjoy whatever burgers your brothers bring for you. I’ll be keeping in touch.” Castiel said and turned to leave the dungeon.

“Cass?” The angel turned around, “Thanks for stepping in when you did. You were a big help.”

Castiel gave a little nod and he left.

Several hours have gone by and Dean had eaten the burgers and fries that Sam had gotten for him and now the two of them were back at the dungeon again. Dean was keeping a watchful eye on you while he held onto the Holy water.

“Do you think she’ll stay with us if this works and she’s human?” Sam asked his brother. Dean looked down at the mark on his arm, the one thing that started this entire ordeal in the first place.

If she became human, all of the pains she would feel and the urges she would have would become amplified because she wouldn’t be a demon anymore. If anything it would be smart for you to stay. He wanted you to stay but deep down he knew what you would pick.

“I don’t know, Sammy… It could be a fifty fifty shot.” Dean lied.

Sam frowned a little and he watched as his brother got up to stretch his legs. Then he watched dean leave the room, probably to get a drink or something. He was just glad that he finally got Dean back. His main priority was taken care of and it was a win. The one win he and Dean have had in so incredibly long.

Sam looked at you, still unconscious but they were now out of blood. He needed to use a couple of extra needles on you than he did Dean, so maybe that was why you were still out by now and Dean had a shorter recovery time than you did with the treatment.

His eyes widened when he saw you moving your head and you let out a groan.

“Dean! Dean get in here!” Sam shouted, but he wasn’t sure if he was too far to hear him.

The younger brother continued to observe your actions and you started to grip the arms of the chair, he could see that your knuckles were turning white. It was like you were in more pain now more than ever.

“Dean!” Sam called again and that was when the older brother came stumbling in to see what was happening and if it was some sort of emergency.

Dean looked at you and saw your condition. His jaw tightened before he walked over to you. He placed his larger hands on top of your own before he looked down at the mark on your arm that was like this. He moved his hand and touched the mark to try and soothe the new kind of pain you were feeling.

Then he looked at you, your eyes were an angry red as you glared at him. He saw your narrowed brows, but there were tears of blood treating down your face. This was something he hadn’t expected from you.

But he supposed every demon could have a different experience with being cured. He knew for sure though if you weren’t bound you may have killed him.

“Y/N. If you want this to work, then let it go. That training you were brought up with, your tests, these past three months, all of it.” He told you sternly.

He watched you huff and you closed your eyes before looking down. You shook your head and gripped the chair even tighter before you were completely still.

When he looked down at your hands, he saw that your grip had loosened.

“Dean? Is she..” Sam trailed off and when Dean looked up at you, he slowly backed up to use the holy water.

The brothers watched you slowly lift your head and like dean, your eyes were the glowing red for a moment but eventually… your eyes went back to their normal color. It was like the smoke had cleared in your eyes and the brothers looked at each other for a moment.

“Go ahead and try it.” Sam told Dean, who nodded and he splashed the Holy water on you.

No reaction.

You were human…

You sat there looking on the floor, feeling so weak in that moment and a little dizzy from the ordeal. But you old finally feel something.

It was honestly a little overwhelming and you weren’t sure what you were feeling first.

You could feel the joy because this actually worked. You felt happy that you could actually have the chance to be human and see what it was like. But you could feel the regrets of killing and listening to Abaddon for all of those years. You could feel both empathy and sympathy when you started remembering different conversations with your clients. You could feel the heartbreak and the anger from the argument you had with Dean.

But you were so incredibly thrilled with all of these new feelings, even if you weren’t exactly physically able to show it at the moment.

When you looked up, the first set of eyes you met were the green ones of Dean. You recalled all of those moments with Dean. You would watch him kill and the fact that he wanted you there made you feel happy, but watching him with other girls, that was some sort of sickening feeling you heard of as envy.

But the night that you were only supposed to negotiate with Dean on crowley’s behalf, the night when you slept with him for the first and only time… You knew that night he had a soft spot for you, and you knew you had feelings for him. But you were sure now that he was human again, he would regret all of it.

You wouldn’t regret a second of it, but you knew your decision would make you feel that dreaded thing… pain.

“Hey, boys… so this is what it’s like on the flipped side, huh?” You asked as you shifted your gaze from Dean to Sam and the taller brother smiled at you.

“I suppose so. Welcome to the new life, Y/N. It’s got a lot of ups and downs, but I think it’s worth it.” Sam said.

You watched as Sam walked towards you with the knife and he cut the ropes that were holding you down. Once he did, you stood up and you rubbed your wrists since they were sore.

Soreness… that was new, but you could definitely get used to it.

“So, Y/N… Why don’t you stay with us for a while? Get some rest and get used to this new body of yours?” Sam asked.

“Sam…” Dean said in a solemn tone.

“Oh.. right. I’ll leave you two to uh.. I’ve gotta go umm… I’ve got a thing.” Sam said as he awkwardly left, and you gave Sam a little grin.

You looked up at Dean and he cautiously stepped closer to you.

“You aren’t staying.. are you?” Dean asked softly.

“You know that I can’t…”

“Y/N, those things I said.. None of that was all me. Being a demon changed almost everything about me. Honestly I don’t even think before I turned you and I even had a chance to really learn about each other.”

“Then how much of it really was you, Dean? Tell me? Was it the sleeping around with other girls? Was it the anger you felt when I was trying to look out for you? What was it?”

“That night was real… the moments before the battle with station were real when you were telling me about what the mark would do to me, those were real. When I thanked you for staying when Sam and I were split up, that was real.”

You shook your head. “It may have been real for a moment. But like you said, you and I didn’t have the time to really learn. All of this has been nothing but a scrambled mess and there was nothing solid for us.”

“If you go out there, it will be a lot more dangerous. You’re human now and there’s a lot more than just the First Blade that can kill you now.” Dean said, and you could detect the very same thing that he argued with you about - worry.

“Dean? I’ll be okay. I’ve had several centuries if not millennia of experience in combat. Plus I have this.” You said an you held out your arm. “You know it won’t let me die.”

You saw Dean frown for a moment and you sighed before you took a hand of his.

“I have to leave, Dean. I told your brother that I would help you with your mark. I’ve not been much help before you became a demon throughout this entire journey. You’re still stuck with the mark, and the cycle will continue for you if we can’t find a way to free you from the burden. Now that you’re free from being a demon, it’s time to finally hold up my end of the bargain and see what I can do.”

Dean listened to you speaking and he hated that you were leaving. Everything in him wanted to protect you now that you were brand new to this human thing. He hated how attached he’s become, and he hated it even more that he was about to lose you even though you claimed you were still trying to help him.

He couldn’t let you leave without at least trying. He couldn’t let you go without making some sort of move to see if something would chance for you.

He lifted his hand and pulled you into him by the back of your neck and he gently smashed his lips against yours. Your lips were warm and soft, and he wanted to remember this moment even if it was bittersweet.

He could feel you melt into his touch and he deepened the kiss and he tilted his head. Then he lifted his other hand and used it to cup your face in his palm. After a few seconds, he could feel something warm and wet drip onto his palm from your eyes.

When he parted from the kiss, he watched you lift your hands and wipe your eyes, “Damn it,” he heard you say, “I didn’t know humans were prone to crying like this…”

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. Then he took one of your hands. Then he handed you his favorite pistol. He didn’t mind so much parting with it oddly enough. Especially when they had their own arsenal at the bunker.

“If I don’t see you again.. keep this. I know we may not have had the best time but… I do want you to have at least something good from this ordeal.”

You looked down at the new weapon in your hand. You’ve seen Dean carrying it around before the whole Metatron thing and you remembered how much he used it. You couldn’t believe that he was giving this to you, but this would be something you would treasure.

You looked up at him and you gave Dean a soft yet sad smile. “They say parting is such sweet sorrow..”

“You sound like Sam when you quote Shakespeare.” Dean smiled. “Be careful out there, okay?”

You nodded as you started to go up the stairs where you saw Sam drinking some coffee. He deserved some downtime after a long several months of looking for Dean.

You walked over to Sam and you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Look into the Book of the Damned.”

Those were the last words that you spoke to the Winchesters before you went off into the night to begin your new journey.

If you were lucky, you would run into the brothers again. But for now… it was the end of an era for the Daughter of Cain.

The end of the girl Raised in Blood….

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[bookloover35]

Castiel: Sex hair.

Being in a relationship with an angel is what you can say is an experience.

Castiel is cute but very clueless especially when it comes to human behavior and sayings.

A funny exampel was what happened after a hunt with my brothers Sam and Dean.

Yep i'm a Winchester, i'm Sam's little sister.

My name is Yn and yes before you wonder, my brothers know about my relationship with Castiel.

My brothers were overprotected in the beginning, ESPECIALLY Dean.

But back to the story.

We had just arrived at the motel that we had chosen to sleep at, because it was fifteen hours back to the bunker and we were all tired.

Poor Baby had been a little injured after the werewolf pack that we were hunting.

But luckily Dean said that it was an easy repair and that he could fix it tomorrow.

Yn: That was one of the best showers i've ever taken.

I feel like i could sleep for a whole year.

Castiel: It's literally impossible Yn.

Yn: It's an expression my love.

I said to him laughing then i went up to him and hugged him.

Like i said he's so cute he's like a confused little puppy, i took his hand in mine and led him to our motel bed.

Sam and Dean slept in a separate room with two queen beds soo me and Cass could get our own room with a queen size bed.

Yn: Um, i know you don't need any sleep, but can you just lie next to me and hold like you do at home in the bunker.

Cass: Of course my dear, i'm going to close my eyes for a while and rest a bit.

I nodded and closed my eyes and the last thing i remember was Cass lips against my forehead.

(Jumpskip).

Deans Pov:

Dean: Sammy i've managed to fix the car so we can go home to the bunker.

Where are Yn and Cass?

Sam: I think they're still aslepp.

I'm going to wake them up with a signal horn, Sam looked back at me with a look that said it's a bad idé.

I chose to ignore his warning look and sneaked into their room and honked with my horn.

Both Yn and Cass almost flew out of the bed, i've never laughed so loud.

Yn looked at me with anger and all i could do was laugh.

And when i looked at Cass i started laughing even more Cass had sexhair.

Dean: Wow Cass your hair, did you and Yn had a good night?

Cass: Dean what are you talking about my hair looks normal?

Dean: Cass you have sexhair.

Sam and Yn: Dean don't.

Cass: Sexhair?

Yns Pov:

Oh no

Yn: Dean stop, Sam please help.

I looked at my twin brother with puppy eyes, Sam understod my gaze and took a laughing Dean out of our room.

I sighed loudly and put my head under my pillow, why do i have to have a big brother who loves to tease me.

Cass: Yn what did Dean mean by that i have sexhair?

Then i removed the pillow from my face and sat up and fixed his hair with red cheeks, the thing is that me and Cass haven't taken that step yet in our relationship.

Yn: Um Cass, people usually say that if you've had have sex.

It took a while for him to understand what i meant, then he quickly looked down with red cheeks.

Cass: But we didn't have sex, we just sleppt, i want to have sex with you but not in a horrible motel room.

Yn: So you want to slepp with me.

I think he understod that he was saying that sentence out loud.

Because now he looked at me with even redder cheeks.

Yn: Awww Cass you are so cute.

I told him and kissed him, as i said, being in a relationship with a angel is really an experience.

The end.

[cheynovak]

Forest Green Eyes - PART 2  

Castiel & Y/N Winchester  

Warnings:  Bad family dynamic, over protected, abuse, bad language …  

Side note: English isn’t my first language.  

Words:  1816

This story takes place after the SPN finally. Jack asked Castiel to go back to earth to be the guardian angel of Y/N. Cas accepts this task but only to discover that Y/N is the biological child of Dean.  

 

Part 3 - link below  

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“Let’s go. I will take you away, anywhere you want. But not without clothes or a bag. You at least leave a note for your parents.” He tried to say firm.  

“Thanks Cas.” She said while hugging him. Here hair touched his chin and while their hug lasted longer than usual, he could have sworn that for a second... No that’s not possible!  

But as soon as she pulled back and he looked in Y/N’s Forest green eyes all he could see was hope, stubbornness and... Dean. 

“Castiel and Y/N drove quietly into the night. After the hug and leaving Texas, he and Y/N didn’t really spoke much. Y/N was clearly tired, so Castiel suggested to search for a motel to get some rest.  

When they arrived, the receptionist looked suspicious at the angel. “One Room?” he asked to confirm Castiel’s question looking back and forward between Y/N and Castiel. 

 Y/N started to get nervous. “Yes, two queens.” she said quickly.  

“Why did that man look so troubled?” The angel asked. “Probably because of the million years of age difference.” Y/N laughs.  

Y/N took a nice hot shower and went to bed while Castiel was watching the TV.  

“Hey Cas, would you mind telling me one of your stories?” When Y/N was a kid and had trouble sleeping would Castiel tell her biblical stories of the old heavens.  

“I’m pretty sure you’ve heard them all.”  

“Oh, come on Castiel, I’m sure there is more.” She said with puppy eyes.  

“Fine” He thought for a second, “Let me tell you about my friends, the Winchester brothers.” He said while sitting himself next to her on the bed. Y/N looked with glisters in her eyes while Cas talked about Sam and Dean. What they went through.  

Hours went by and Y/N not once interrupted Castiel’s story.  

She noticed that whenever he talked about Dean his eyes would light up or he would smile a little.  

That when he talks about the older Winchester’s troubles, he could still feel the pain.  

Castiel told Y/N what he did to protect Dean. “That’s the last time I got to see him. I’m not allowed to contact the dead in heaven.”  

“You really loved him. Didn’t you.” She asked the angel with tears in her eyes.  

Castiel could barely look her in the eyes, afraid to get lost in them. Ever since he truly looked at her last night, all he wanted to do was stare in them. It made him feel connected to Dean again.  

“I do.” He said. “You need to get some sleep.” He abruptly jumps of the bed.  

“Goodnight Cas.”  

“Goodnight, Kid.” 

The next morning, they had a quick breakfast at the diner. ”So where are we going now?”  

“Well after talking about Sam and Dean last night I thought I take you to the bunker? What do you think?” Said Castiel while he watched Y/N gobbles her food. “Wait, that still exists?” She asked without looking up from her plate. 

“I hope so! You really like food, don’t you?”  

She smiled and took the last bite. 

 

The ride in the car was again, silent, part from the radio playing Metallica. You turned it up and started to hum. Castiel couldn’t stop thinking about the similarities between you and the oldest Winchester brother, surely, he must see those signs because he misses Dean.  

A few miles on the road your car started to make weird noises, before either of you could have said anything, broke the car down. “Great.” Sight Castiel.  

“Well, looks like there is second-hand dealership nearby according to google.” Maybe they fix cars as well?” Y/N said with a positive attitude. “Just a short walking trip.”   

 The man who owned the dealership and his son, who wasn’t very much older than Y/N, perhaps a year or 2, told Cas that they normally don’t fix cars, except when they can sell them. But that if they want, his son would be more than happy to fix theirs for a small price, if they helped out.  

Y/N was happy to learn more about mechanics. She already knew the basics from the class she took in high school. But never got further than changing tiers and oil.  

At the end of that day, the owner of the shop offers Castiel and Y/N to stay for dinner before they hit the sack. Castiel accepted because he knew Y/N would be starving.  

He watched while Y/N and the son were talking and laughing. Even though he was glad that she got along with people her age. He couldn’t help to feel jealous. This was the first time in 10 years that she made a friend beside him. “Your daughter is very handy. My son told me that she pretty much fixed your car all by herself, all he had to do is tell her where to look.”  

Castiel’s focus shifts from de teenagers to the man. “Yes, yes she is. A born gift I guess.”  

 

Y/N looked over at her guardian, the two of them meet each other's eyes, again. And without a word he knew exactly what she is thinking. For the first time in her life, she was truly happy.  

Y/N’s lips curled into a smile like she agreed with his thoughts.  

After a few more hours Y/N and Castiel decided to hit the road again. Cas thanked the man and his son for their help and dinner. While Y/N and the kid exchanged phone numbers. 

 

The ride to the bunker wasn’t that far anymore. But Y/N managed to fall asleep right away.  

Castiel parked the car in front of the bunker and watched Y/N sleeping. He studied every outline on her face, every freckle, her full soft lips. “You know Cas, looking at people sleep like that is creepy.” Y/N smiled, slowly opening her eyes.  

“We’ve arrived. But I didn’t want to wake you.” He said softly.  

After a small house tour Castiel told Y/N to go to bed. “Let’s explore tomorrow.”  

Y/N gave Cas a small peck on his cheek and hugged him good night. “Thank you Castiel, for taking such good care of me. This was the best day I ever had.” 

The angel felt his cheeks turn red and his heart jumped almost out of his chest.  

Castiel wanted Y/N to finish high school, so they made an agreement. At least go to school until you graduate. So, she did. Not that it wasn’t easy being the new weird kid at 15. No friends apart from some loners like herself. They were supposed to at least join one P.E. activity beside school.  

So Y/N chose martial arts. Castiel thought that was a good way to being able to defend herself.  

Her grades weren’t spectacular, but she at least tried. Castiel not once had to go to school, so the town folks had no idea who her parent is. Only that her name was Y/N Novak daughter of Jimmy Novak. But because she mostly sticked to herself no one had questions.  

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The older Y/N got, the more Castiel saw characteristics compatible to Dean’s.  

She was 23 now, worked at a car dealer a town over. Drove and old red Chevy Chevelle. And yes, had a boyfriend, her colleague Steve. Not her first boyfriend. But the first she brought home. 

By now Castiel no longer pretended to be her father “Jimmy Novak” he now was here “roommate” Cas.  

 

Late at night and Cas heard Y/N and Steve argue. About how he thought it was weird that an “old man” was living with her. And the way he looked at her, was just creepy. And that he wanted her to come live with him.  

She declined his proposition a couple of times. Telling him that she would never abandon him after all he had done for her.  

Her arguments, the way she looked him dead in the eye pretending that this fight didn’t hurt her as much as it actually did. She took off to her room in anger and but before she turned around the corner, she told Steve to pack his stuff and leave. So, he did.  

 

Castiel made a list over the years with everything he could remember about Dean and compered them with Y/N.  

Green eyes? Check 

Light brown hair? Check 

Freckles? Check 

Anger issues? Check 

Trust Issues? Check 

Check, check, … Check. Why didn’t Jack told him? Why would that be such a bad thing? Maybe he didn’t know either?  

He couldn’t wrap his head around it, so the angel went for a walk. When he came back, Y/N was still in her room. The angel decided to make sure she was ok.  

“Y/N? Can I come in?”  

“Sure.” She rubbed a single tear away.  

“Are you ok?” “Yeah Cas, I'm great!” She rolled her eyes.  

He stood there not knowing what to do. When she was younger, he hugged her and told her everything would be ok. But maybe Steve was right, hanging out with an older man is weird. So, he wanted to respect her by keeping his distance, although every fibre in his body wanted to hold Y/N in his arms.  

“Well, if there is anything I can do, just let me know.” He turned towards the door.  

“Cas, wait, please. Can you, … I don’t know, stay with me tonight? I really don’t want to be alone now” 

“Are you sure? “  

“Yes, please?” That answer made his heartbeat faster, he felt this weird feeling in his stomach. And before he knew it, he sat beside her on the bed. “You can lay down if you want to. I trust you Cas”  

“Eh, yeah sure.” She immediately placed her head on his chest and her hand next to it holding on to his shirt. Castiel wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her just a tiny bit closer. He smelt her favorite shampoo, felt her warmth through his shirt. Why does this feel so right but wrong at the same time. His heart made jumps he never felt.  

He softly pressed a kiss on her head. She didn’t really responded part from a soft hum. She was already asleep.  

 

All Castiel could think of is how he wanted to hold her in his arms forever. How right this feels.  

It has been a long time since he felt these feelings. But is there a chance he feels this way because she reminds him of.... him?  

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[the-east-art]

Easts Supernatural Fic Recs

Since's I've been combing ao3 for good SPN fics, and exactly one person (@ennael) said they'd like to see what I've found. A trend you may notice that I'm not a big shipper - shipping is sometimes a little seasoning, but never the star of the show. ]

Passing Ships - BrownieFox

Summary: John gets injured during a salt and burn and a stranger brings him back to the hotel

Notes: This is the first fic in a series that got me looking for SPN fics again. It explores the idea of late series Sam going back in time and trying to prevent the various tragedies that lie in the future. The REALLY interesting part is that this is all done from an Outsider POV - from the young Winchesters as they meet this strange man that seems somewhat familiar. Because of that POV you never really know what Sam is up to, which builds some suspense and curiosity.

(The rest under the cut!)

you gave up half your life - loosingletters

Summary: When Dean and Cas disappeared, Sam was lost. But in a world that had nearly broken apart so many times, he wasn’t the only one who needed support and guidance.

Alternatively: (Salty) Post Season 7 Fix-it in which Sam Winchester accidentally starts organizing a bunch of Hunters all while trying to find his brother.

Notes: I knew this would be good but for some reason it took me a while to get to it. It turned out to be REALLY good. This story really focuses on how people need people, and honestly the stars of this show are the Hunter ocs that flavor the fic - all of them are so unique and different, and make the world feel truly alive.

mad and dead as nails - EclipseWing

Summary: “Your brother is missing.” That’s how it starts. But now Dean’s dead, gone, or maybe he never really existed in the first place. Maybe Dean was never real, and it was always Michael. Because if Sam knows one thing, it’s that Michael is all that is left.

Notes: Honestly this fic is a better analysis and thesis on Free Will than the actual story. This fic does a GREAT job at utilizing Jess as a character and works with the similarities between Dean and Michael as well as the concept of self. HIGHLY recommend.

Ain't No Grave - art_savage

Summary: When John Winchester wakes up to a post-apocalypse future, he only wants to know two things: where are his sons, and just what brought him back? AU in which the apocalypse caused a lot more trouble and ended a little differently.

Post apocalypse story that kind of searches for plausible 'happy' endings for the characters that doesn't keep them chained to the roles they inhabited during the main story. It's kind of low key but I super love it.

The Other Side - EclipseWing

Summary: In which Castiel has no idea what pulled him out of Hell, but he knows that he doesn't expect Dean, or his puppy-dog eyed brother Sam (what sort of angel names were those anyway?) who happens to be on the run from the other angels.

Notes: easily the best swap au I've managed to find. I'm a sucker for stories where Sam and Dean are actually Lucifer and Michael, and this story takes it in a fun direction!

When Worlds Collide - elfinblue

Summary: When a kidnapped Tony DiNozzo is rescued by legendary - and supposedly dead - serial killers Dean and Sam Winchester, the NCIS team takes over the Winchester investigation. What they find is a file filled with contradictions and impossibilities. This is an attempt to cross these shows but keep both in canon.

Notes: an NCIS crossover and the only fic here that is on ffnet cuz they never crossposted, but its worth it I promise! This fic is particularly good because it takes place mostly from the NCIS characters perspectives as they find ways to apply logic to the strange happenings around the winchesters and their works. Reads like a tv episode pacing wise which is awesome. Does have canontypical fat shaming and transphobia which sucks tho.

Anyway those are my absolute faves but I also bookmark my stuff on ao3 as easternCriminal so there's more there!