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[wayward-marvel-sommer1196]

From Kisses To Stitches

Pairing: Demon!Dean x Reader, Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (Platonic)

Trigger Warnings: Abuse, blood, forced captivity, swearing canon typical violence, Demon Dean is a dick, ANGST!!!

Word Count: Around 3500

A/N: This was written for @percussiongirl2017 550 followers challenge. The song I chose was Stitches by Shawn Mendes. I have always loved this song. Any who this is very angsty so be aware. Also, this is my first time writing Demon Dean so please be nice (also note I haven’t seen the Demon Dean episodes in a bit so this is written from how I remember him being). Lastly, I left this with an open ending so if anyone want a part 2 let me know. I would be more than happy to accommodate. P.S. Rita, congrats on your graduation girl, that’s a major milestone accomplished and you should be proud.

Summary: What happens when Dean is the love of your life but is “killed” by Metatron and becomes a Knight of Hell? Well, let’s just say it’s not the Dean you fell in love with. Will what he puts you through be worth trying to save him or is it just best for you to call a quits while you still have your life?

***Italics are flashbacks***

***Bolded are song lyrics***

***Bolded Italics are memories (basically it was a flashback in a flashback)***

You couldn’t believe the sight before you. Sam had Dean cradled in his arms crying. Dean laid motionless in his brother’s hands beaten and bloody. His face was covered in blood, dripping from his mouth and nose. You looked to Sam and he just shook his head while his hands cradled Dean’s head. You fell to your knees shaking your head as the tears stared to roll down your cheeks. You couldn’t breathe. But, you knew you had to quickly recompose yourself so you took a deep breath and walked over to Sam knowing he was going to need your help.

“Sam we need to get him out of here,” you said.

Sam nodded his head with his cheeks soaked with tears and replied, “Yeah,” as he scooped up his big brother in his arms and proceeded to the Impala.

The ride back to the bunker was one of complete silence aside from the occasional sob from you or Sam. You would look in the rear view every so often to glance at the lifeless body of the man you loved. You couldn’t bear to see the man you loved with blood all over his body and laying so motionless so you just stared out the passenger side window into the night sky reminiscing and plotting some form of revenge on Metatron.

---- It was your second date and Dean had the whole night planned down to the last detail. He wanted the night to be romantic and special for you. He wanted you to have a normal date like every other couple who weren’t hunters had. He wanted you to feel loved and normal and special all at the same time. So, he made reservations at the fancy Italian restaurant just a mile away because he knew how much you loved Italian (I mean who doesn’t? Am I right?) He told you to wear something nice and he would wear his nicest clothes. You wore a simple black lace dress that had one long sleeve down the right arm and sleeveless on the left and it hugged your body to highlight your curves. You paired it with a pair of black spiked heels, to pull your personality in it a bit, and a black clutch. When Dean saw you his jaw nearly hit the floor. His eyes seemed to get glossy and he walked up to you and gave you a squeeze telling you how god damned gorgeous you looked. He on the other hand shocked you. He was in a white button up and a black suit and dress pants. Completely unlike Dean but so damn sexy. So, you replied to him ditto. He gave you the flowers he had gotten and took your arm in his.

Y’all went to the restaurant and had the best dinner of your lives and Dean was a gentleman the whole time, but also had that sense of humor that made you laugh nonstop. After the restaurant, he drove you down to the beach so you could walk along the shore and just be comfortable in each other’s company. Halfway down the beach you had your heels in your hands and began to shiver at the cool ocean breeze. Dean took notice and slipped out of his suit jacket and draped it over your shoulders. You spent an hour at the beach before you headed back to the bunker.

Once back, he grabbed you and kissed you passionately. His lips moved in synch with yours, even nibbled on your bottom lip. He slid his tongue in and you didn’t hesitate to let him in and melt into his touch. He grabbed your thighs and lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you back to his room where you would have the most sensual, passionate, and best sex of your life.

This was the best date you had ever been on. Dean Winchester was the love of your life. After that night, there was no questioning that. ----

Once you reached the bunker Sam carefully slid Dean’s broken body out of the Impala and brought him into his Dean’s room. He gently laid him on the neatly made bed while a tear escaped his eye and raced down his cheek. You on the other hand had had enough of the day and ran into your room and closed yourself off from the world finally letting grief and sadness take over.

I thought that I've been hurt before But no one's ever left me quite this sore Your words cut deeper than a knife Now I need someone to breathe me back to life

That was a month ago. Now here you were beaten, bloody, and broken. You were covered in bruises from head to toe. Your wrist was swollen and purple and hurt like a bitch meaning it was most likely broken from your last beating. Your hair was matted down to your head with dried blood. You had dried blood sticking to your face that came from your mouth and nose. Your ribs were throbbing and you were pretty sure that you dislocated your knee. On top of all that, you had a pain in your head that felt like someone stabbed you and was sitting there wiggling the knife. With all the hunts that you had been on you’d figured that you had been hurt in every way possible by now. Boy, were you wrong. No one has ever left you this beaten and sore. You didn’t think he had it in him to do this to you. HIM. Of all people in the world he was the last person you thought would be capable of this type of violence towards you.

However, the beatings weren’t even the worst part. That you could handle. You had handled those situations pretty much your whole life being raised a hunter. It had been the venomous words that escaped his mouth that had cut you deeper than a knife.

“You stupid bitch.”

“What did I ever see in you?”

“You know you are only good as a punching bag.”

“Nobody will ever love you. Not with the way you follow like a lost puppy.”

Those were his words that would float through your mind. Those were the words that took the life right out of you. The very pink plump lips that would breathe the life into you. Dean’s lips. The love of your life that once doted over you now stood tall and told you you were worthless.

Got a feeling that I'm going under But I know that I'll make it out alive If I quit calling you my lover Move on

You knew your body couldn’t take much more of what Dean was throwing at you. You had aches and pains on every single part of your body. It physically hurt you to take a breath. You knew you wouldn’t survive another beating like the one given to you yesterday and you knew he was only going to escalate. You knew your mind couldn’t handle another emotional lashing either. He already had you feeling worthless, like a piece of trash. If he continued there would be nothing left of (Y/N). You would be just a shell of a person. You were struggling to hold on to the little bit of you that you had left as it was.

With all the blood, it almost felt like you were drowning in it. You couldn’t get out of it. You couldn’t get away from it. It felt like it was suffocating you. It felt like HE was suffocating you.

You then realized that there was no fixing Dean. You couldn’t do it. You were not strong enough. He had taken the life out of you. If Dean could be saved you weren’t going to be the one doing it. He was slowly killing you. The only way you would make it out of this alive was to let him go. It killed you to say that but you had to let him go and find a way to contact Sam and find a way out. A way to get away from the only man you have ever loved.

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe I'm shaking falling onto my knees And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches I'm tripping over myself I'm aching begging you to come help And now that I'm without your kisses I'll be needing stitches

One punch. Two punches. A kick and then another punch. You picked yourself off the ground to look Dean in the eyes only to see them flash black. You had been with Dean for two weeks now and this was becoming a routine. He wanted to beat the life out of you. He punched you again effectively dropping you to the ground and he proceeded to kick you in the chest. He stood there and watched you pull yourself up bleeding and gasping for air from the previous kick.

That was the moment you knew Dean wasn’t Dean, at least not anymore as you fell to your knees shaking. Pain and realization took over your entire body at that moment. Instead of getting kisses from Dean you would be getting stitches.

Despite him not being him anymore you hoped that there was one shred of humanity left in this person. Through your aches and pains, you stared into Dean’s eyes grasping at the hope you could see something and begged him to stop with the beatings. You begged for him to help you and not hurt you. But all he did was smile and chuckle at you. That was when you knew you were trouble.

Just like a moth drawn to a flame Oh you lured me in I couldn't sense the pain Your bitter heart cold to the touch Now I'm gonna reap what I sew I'm left seeing red on my own

You woke up the next morning to soft knocks on your door. You sat up in your bed and smoothed out your hair.

“Come in,” you said, your voice hoarse from all the crying the night before.

“Hey, (Y/N). How are you doing?” Sam asked.

You smiled at him appreciating the compassion as you can tell he was a wreck himself. “I’m sad, Sammy, but I’m alive so that counts for something.” He smiled and let out a chuckle and looked at you with sadness. “How are you doing Sammy? Honestly,” you asked.

“Not great to be completely honest. I already miss him (Y/N). I know you do too. He was the love of your love, but he was my big brother and all I had left, besides you. I don’t know what I’m going to do without him,” he replied.

You looked at him with glossy eyes and pulled him in for a tight hug and squeezed him. You wanted to give him every ounce of love you could because he was right, you did love Dean, but Dean was Sam’s only family and now he had lost that like everyone else in his life. “It’s going to be fine Sammy. I’ll be here for you and you’ll be here for me. We’ll be each other’s rock. We will get each other through this with all the love we can spare,” you said and Sam squeezed you tighter hanging on every word you said.

Once you let go of each other you decided it was best to prepare Dean’s body for the pyre. So, you both got dressed and went to Dean’s room. What you found, or better yet what you didn’t find shocked you both. Dean, or rather his body, was gone. “What the hell?” you both said in unison not having a clue of what’s going on.

Over the next two days you and Sam had been looking for any sign of Dean anywhere. Searching traffic cams, security cameras, even atm cameras and you both were coming up empty handed. After going hours without a break Sam suggested a food break and you agreed so he ran to the market to get you both some grub.

A few minutes after Sam left your phone rang and the name that popped up shocked you. Dean. So, naturally you answered.

“Hello? Dean? Is that you?” you asked.

“(Y/N), yeah it’s me. Look I know you may have a lot of questions but I don’t have a lot of time so can you meet me at that beach where we had our second date so we can talk?” Dean said.

“Uhh……. yeah sure. When?”

“Now. If you could?”

“Sure see you in a few.”

You hung up the phone and quickly scribbled a note for Sam saying you went to check a lead and would call him if it checked out and ran out the door.

You were standing on the beach waiting for Dean when you turned around and saw him approaching. You smiled and almost ran up to him until you realized that Crowley was with him. You were confused since you guys were supposed to hate him.

“Hey Dean. What’s with the demon tail?” you asked.

“That’s what I’m here to tell you. Obviously, I didn’t die but I became something else,” Dean said as his eyes flicked black and then back to normal again. “I’m a knight of hell now.”

To say were shocked was an understatement. You backed up a little bit and said “Like Abaddon?”

“Yeah. Something to do with the mark. It won’t let me die.”

At that statement, all you could see was red and realized that Crowley had to have known about this and tricked Dean so you lashed out at him. An action you would soon later come to regret as you felt something hard hit your head and then black.

When you woke up you were in a dungeon of some sort and your hands were chained to the wall. You realized Dean was the one who knocked you out and that he needed to be saved.

Got a feeling that I'm going under But I know that I'll make it out alive If I quit calling you my lover Move on

You stood with your hands still chained to the wall and checked to see the coast was clear. Every day you had been clawing at the wall to loosen the foundation around the shackles and today you could yank them out of the wall. You carefully and silently ran out the door and through whatever warehouse you were in without anyone noticing you and escaped. However, before you got completely out you noticed a phone on one of the work tables and snatched it and ran out the door.

You ran a few blocks before deciding it was safe to take a break and make a phone call. THE phone call that was supposed to made a month ago. You had to call Sam. You dialed his number and pushed call as you released a breath and leaned against the alley wall.

“Hello?” Sam said.

“Sammy, it’s me (Y/N). I need your help,” you said.

“Yeah anything (Y/N). Where have you been? It’s been like a month. You said you would call and then radio silence. I mean don’t get me wrong I’m glad you called, but what the hell?”

“I know Sammy. I’m sorry. A lot has happened and I will tell you all of it but not right now. I just…. I just really need you to come get me.”

With that last sentence, your voice cracked and it almost seemed like a sob, which concerned Sam. This gave him a bad feeling. “I’ll be right there (Y/N). I’m tracking the phone you are on right now. I’ll be there shortly just hang to for me ok?”

“Ok Sammy. See you soon.”  

Needle and the thread Gotta get you out of my head Needle and the thread Gonna wind up dead

Sam came and got you like he promised but when he saw the state you were in, it shook him to his core. Now you were both back at the bunker and Sam made you sit down and drink some water while he fetched every medical supply he could find. Once back he cleaned the blood from your face and arms. He bandaged the ligatures on your wrists that came from the shackles and put a splint on your broken wrist and explained you’d have to see a doctor later. He tended to the small cuts on your abdomen being very weary of all the bruises. When you would hiss, he would give you those puppy dog eyes saying sorry. He them gave you a rag to bite down on while he put your knee back in place. Lastly, he led you to the sink and rinsed all the blood out of your hair to ensure there was nothing currently bleeding on your head. Throughout all this he couldn’t help but wonder what did this. Whatever or whoever did, he was for sure going to kill. You didn’t deserve this.

“Hey Sam?” you said.

“Yeah (Y/N)?” Sam said.

“I want to tell you what happened, but I’m afraid you won’t believe me. Hell, I was there and I still don’t believe it.”

“(Y/N), sweetie you can tell me anything and I’ll believe you. You haven’t lied to me before. I trust you.”

“Dean’s a demon, well more like a knight of hell to be exact,” you blurted out ripping off the metaphorical band-aid.

“I know. I mean the demon part not the knight of hell part. But that does make sense.”

“You know?”

“Yeah. Right after you left I found footage of him at a convenience store killing people and then boom black eyes.”

“Well, he was my lead. He called me to ask to meet up at the beach we had our second date on and I went. Only he wasn’t alone, Crowley was with him, and he didn’t want to talk.”

“What are you saying?”

Here it goes. You were going to tell Sammy and either destroy him or lose him because why would Dean ever do this to you. Either way he was going to be pissed at what you for what you are about to say.

“Dean knocked me out, locked me in a dungeon, and then he and Crowley took turns torturing me for the last month,” you said as quick as possible as the tears started to flow and you started to shake with sobs.

Sam grabbed you and squeezed you in a tight hug while you cried into his chest. “I’m so sorry (Y/N). I’m sorry you had to go through that. I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to find you. I’m just so sorry.”

This was not the reaction you expected, but it was the one you were hoping for because in all honesty with Dean gone he was all you had left and losing him would be the straw that broke the camel’s back. “It’s ok Sam. Really. I mean do I hurt like hell, yeah. Does it suck that it was the love of my life that did this to me? Hell, yeah. But I’m alive that’s all that matters and I certainly don’t blame you because for all you knew I was hunting down a lead.”

“I still feel bad.”

“Don’t because what I’m about to tell you might make you hate me but I have to say it.”

“Ok….”

“I know you want to look for Dean. I know you want to find, help him and cure him, but Sammy I can’t. I love him and I always will, you know that. I just have to let him go because that’s not him, not anymore. If I don’t get him out of my head Sammy, I’ll end up dead because even though the beatings were brutal they were nothing compared to the verbal lashings I got daily, multiple times a day.”

Sam just looked at you with sad eyes, tears forming but not quite tipping over his eyelids. This was sympathy. You knew Sam. He wasn’t upset with you for saying that. He was upset that thing got so bad for you that you have to feel this way. He knew he needed to protect you but he knew he also had to save his brother.

“I’m sorry you had to endure that. And I’m not mad at all. With what he put you through I completely understand, but here’s the thing I have to save him (Y/N). And there’s no way in hell I’m letting you out of my sight. It’s my job to protect you now more than ever. So, what if you don’t look for him and just let him go and I’ll do it. On my own time and I won’t even bring it up? Does that sound like something you could do?”

“Yeah Sammy, I think so.”

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It's All My Fault

Song: 7 Years by Lukas Graham

Word count: 412

Characters: Sam, Dean, and Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, angst

Summary: You and Dean deal with Sam’s death and say goodbye for the last time.

Author’s note: This is for @percussiongirl2017’s challenge. I’m sorry that it’s short and late, but I haven’t been feeling well. Also tagging her other blog, @alwayskeepfightingmoose.

“Why did it have to be him?” Dean asked through gritted teeth. The two of you stood side by side, watching as flickering orange flames hungrily devoured Sam’s cloth-clad figure. While neither of you knew exactly how he’d died, it was clear that he wouldn’t be coming back this time.

“Sam died to protect us, Dean. At least give him that,” you mumbled quietly. In response, your older brother snorted.

“So, what, you think I should be glorifying Sam’s death? Is that what you think, Y/N? I’d never do that to him, or you for that matter.”

Silence swept over you both as the flames consumed Sam’s body completely. The fire finally died down, leaving no trace that a body had been on the burn pile at all. Dean motioned for you to follow him back to the Impala, and you climbed into the passenger seat, feeling the cold material beneath you.

The silence became unbearable as the car sat in its place, prompting your brother to turn on the radio. Memories came flooding back to you as you recognized the song that was playing. Dean was too caught up in the lyrics to turn the dial back to the classic rock station, listening to the gentle words as he allowed the tears to fall down his cheeks.

‘Once I was seven years old,

My mama told me,

Go make yourself some friends or you’ll be lonely,

Once I was seven years old’

“Sam,” the name fell from your lips as you cried, remembering when you had been seven. Now your twin brother was dead, and there was no way to get him back. You and Dean had both said your goodbyes for the final time.

As the song came to an end, you stole a glance at Dean to see that he was deep in thought. You  rested a warm, comforting hand on his arm. “What are you thinking about, Dean?” You dared to ask.

“Just that my baby brother never got to live his life the way he wanted to, and I’m so sorry, because I have to live the rest of mine knowing that it’s all because of me. It’s all my fault he never got to do what he wanted, go places, have a beautiful wife and children like he always dreamed…it’s all my fault,” Dean cried, but you couldn’t think of anything to say to comfort him.

How could Dean truly believe his own words?

[wrenwritesometimes]

If I Just Lay Here...

A/N: This is for @percussiongirl2017‘s 550(/580+) Follower Challenge!! SO PROUD OF YOU!! ♥️😘

I feel like an absolute jackass because I didn't even keep the right frame of mind to remember the fucking duedate... 😂🤣 I am SO sorry its late, love. 😬

I was feeling SO horrible at the time I wrote this; my unresolved feelings about Cas were poured (and maybe even over-dramatized) into this installment of my angst-driven 3am writings. So there will be... a lot of tears. And I guess spoilers?? 

So I feel it only appropriate to place the “Keep Reading” ABOVE the gif... 

Warnings: Needless to say, spoilers. Flashbacks. Horrible. Finale Content. Sad. I made myself sad writing it. 

Note on Flashbacks: I have very specifically italicized words... if you spot any normal text amongst the italics, assume both you and I aren't crazy. ;)

The soil and grass were damp and gross beneath my knees as the devastated roar of an unintelligible word ripped from my throat.

I didn't register anything else. I couldn't see anything. Anything but him.

I scrambled; my knees taking the brunt and my palms muddy and swollen.

Mary leapt over me. I didn't care all that much; I could only see him.

I couldn't hear myself. I couldn't see anything, anything besides him. I could feel my throat becoming dry and raw. But what did that matter?

I finally made it to him, I finally gripped onto his coat. He would groan and look to me. He would move. He would breathe. He would. H-he would. He would.

Wouldn't he?

I ripped my hands from him quickly, as if he had burned my skin. I fell back on my haunches and straight onto my ass. I stared over my knees. He wasn't moving. He wasn't breathing.

I was hyperventilating. My vision was swimming as I felt my chest heaving. My head was pounding.

Pounding. Pounding. Pound. Thwack! Thwack! “MOM!” ZzzZZAP

Silence.

Other than me and my sobs.

I could hear them suddenly. I didn't recognize my own voice. My throat was raw, therefore my voice was ragged and cracking. I tried to close my mouth to regain control of my breathing… It didn't work. It didn't work, it didn't work at all, all it managed to do was make me sound like I was choking and gagging.

I laid back, I laid back on my back and sobbed out.

I felt footsteps, so I shot up to a sitting position maneuvering my legs to be beneath me... …I don't really know how I did it, but I was upright and staring down at him again.

I was restless; I felt like I might throw up. I immediately laid down beside him, entangling my fingers in his coat. My head was not on his body, but tucked against his shoulder, my face pressed into his bicep as I gripped his sleeve tightly. Dean was on his knees on the other side. Staring at the sky in a silent state of shock, compared to my noisy one.

I sobbed. I sobbed. Furious sobs. I must have sounded like a child being actively slaughtered…

I… I kept remembering. It kept replaying in my head. It was burned in my memory; the moment his eyes met mine, the instant of confusion, relief, then remorse… the tip of his own blade... appearing through him…   His eyes widening in agony as the very light of his grace shone from its prison; dying in his vessel.

I sobbed. I sat up in agony; my abdomen cramping so severely that it tore another shout from my lips. I hunched, barely a foot away from him, holding my stomach and rocking back and forth, trying desperately to stop.

I felt arms, and I panicked; was he okay?? But it was just Dean. It was just Dean. Dean was silent, he was stable and steady; facing his grief in the way he knew how.

But me? I was phenomenally heartbroken and I couldn't stop myself. I physically felt like I was going to throw up.

…

I scrambled, ripping myself from Dean’s grip and dry-heaved in the grass. Dean held my hair back. His hand was on my back as I heaved. He was shushing me, comforting me with small words, his voice ragged and cracking.

I collapsed an inch and panted, trying to regain control of my stupid ass. But I sobbed again, softer though.

“De-he-HUH-ean…” I tried to speak, but my body was still convulsing. I couldn't speak. But I needed to.

“Ple-HUH-ease,” I gasped and gulped. I hyperventilated three breaths. “Lee-HUH-eeav-HUUHH-ve m-me...”

I didn't have to say anything else. Dean stood from me, and looked over Castiel. I watched him as I calmed my breathing the best I could.

His eyes became glossy and his brows furrowed in anger. Slapping a hand to his face, he violently wiped the tears from his face and clenched his jaw. He marched away. I didn't want him to leave  altogether...

I sounded like a child having a temper tantrum; the breathy sobs and the moans. I sat up the best I could.   I tried holding my breath, but I wound up gasping and hyperventilating still.

I roared, “Shhhut up!” and ran my sleeve over my face.

I finally could breathe, I could feel the cool, crisp air fill my lungs. It was still shaky. But I could speak.

“Cas…” I begged, barely above a whisper. My voice cracked. “Cas…”

I crawled over to him slowly and… I couldn't bring myself to touch him. It felt like a magnet was repelling my hand from going an inch closer to his body.

My eyes shot to the scorched wings upon the ground... Tears flooded my vision once more, and I squoze my eyes shut; my hand finally making contact with his body.

I stilled and took a deep breath in and a staggering breath out. His eyes were closed.

With a trembling hand, I ran my fingers over his eyelids anyway. I stifled a sob with my other hand.

Grabbing his lapel, I tucked myself against him… like we would before I went to sleep. Only difference was… I couldn't hear his heart. Or feel his breathing. Or play with his fingers as they rested on my shoulder.

I teared up again, but I was through with my sobbing. At least for now.

My lip trembled as the tears fell from my eyes and stained his coat.

My brain was racing a mile a minute, and I randomly settled on a now painful memory…

“We'll do it all… Ev-ery-thing… On our own…” you sang along to your radio. “We don't need… An-y-thing… Or anyone…”

“You don't?”

You jumped, your hand reflexively flying to your heart as you spun around. “Jesus, Cas!”

He squinted and tilted his head, the usual way he did… but he had the smallest smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he looked between you and the car. “Oh,” he said, clearly amused at himself. “You were singing along to the radio.”

You stared at him, mortified.

“I didn't know you sang quite so beautifully, Y/N.”

You flushed, embarrassed and silently scrambled to get to your radio in the car to turn it off.

“Wait, Y/N,” he interrupted you. “I like it.”

You glared, still embarrassed, watching as Castiel looked up to the sky.

You huffed, just watching his reaction to the stars. You never sang. No one knew you could.

But now Castiel did, the beautiful bastard...

He looked to you again, his face as blank as usual, but something shimmered in his gaze.

“C’mere,” you mumbled begrudgingly, patting the hood of your truck.  

He tentatively sat beside you and his blue eyes bored into the side of your head.

You took his hand in your own and tenderly rested your head against his shoulder.

Cas was still a moment before he brought an arm around your shoulders and held you to him. You readjusted your head placement, resting your head against the side of his neck.

You couldn't help but inhale his smell, closing your eyes momentarily.

“I don't quite know… How to say… How I feel,” you sang softly. “Those three words... Are said too much… They're not enough…” You had begun singing softer, embarrassed by the words you couldn't help but relate to.

The man, the angel, beside you… you loved him. After years of friendship, you realized you loved him.

“If I lay here… If I just lay here… Would you lie with me, and just forget the world...”

You separated yourself from him and looked to his eyes. He had already been looking at you.

“Forget what we're told… Before we get too old… Show me a garden, that's bursting into life…”

Castiel’s head perked and he straightened himself slightly. With a flutter of his wings, he was holding you steady as you physically came to terms with the fact that Castiel had flown you to an actual garden.

It was a beautiful botanical garden, in Rome… you could see easily identifiable architecture.

“Let's waste time,” you sang, laughing at Cas’s stupid little ass… You brought your hands up to frame Cas’s face after placing his hands upon your waist. You started swaying. “...Chasing cars… Around our heads…”

Cas’s face was passive and serious, his gaze meaningful as he watched you sing. You looked down, bashful again.

“I need your... grace… To remind… me… To find my own…” you looked to his eyes again. “All that I am, all that I ever was… Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see.”

His lips opened slightly, his tongue poised for him to speak, but you pressed a small kiss to the corner of his mouth to stop him. “I don't know where… Confused about how as well… Just know that these things will never change for us at all.”

You stopped swaying, and Cas did as well, his eyes soft.

“If I lay here…”

“If I just lay here…”

“Would you lie with me?”

“And just forget the world?”

“You know that I always will, Y/N.”

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Just Drive - Dean Winchester

Supernatural Drabble Part Of: @percussiongirl2017 550 Followers Celebration Challenge Song: My Church by Maren Morris Warnings: none

Some people went to church on Sunday, some spent time with their families, but not Dean Winchester. Dean worked and lived with his brother Sam, he loved Sam and he loves spending time with Sam. But when Dean needs sometime to himself he goes to the one place, he can just unwind. He gets into his Baby, his '67 Impala, it used to be his dad's. Now Baby was the love of Dean's life, every spare minute he had went into that car. On Sunday's​ when they weren't working a case, he'd hop in Baby and just drive.

It wasn't just Sunday's​ either but whenever he needs a break from life he just drives. Dean rolls the windows down and hangs his arm out the window, he feels the wind on face and in his hair. He watches the road and the scenery going by, and the other cars on the road. Dean would put a classic rock tape in the tape deck, turn the volume up not blasting just loud enough it could be heard coming out the window. Sam asked him why his rides alone were so satisfying and he said, "I don't have to worry about anything, I can turn my brain off, and just drive".

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