#cas confessing his love and being taken before Dean can respond hurts

[jenanigans1207]

Just imagine for me, if you will:

Cas has made his deal with the empty— a moment of true happiness and the empty will strike. He knows this, he’s known this since the deal was made, obviously. More importantly, he knows what it is that will give him true happiness, and it’s the man standing across from him staring at him with terrified green eyes. He knows what he must do, how he must save Dean. It isn’t how he planned to confess, but—

But—

But wait, Dean is talking. Why is Dean talking?

“Cas,” Dean is choking out, his voice unstable. “Fuck, Cas, this isn’t—“

“Dean—“ Cas glances at the door. They don’t have time for this, but Cas knows that this very possibly is the last thing he’ll ever hear Dean say. And Dean looks urgent, practically begging Cas to listen with the intensity of his gaze.

So Cas relents, just for a moment. He meets Dean’s gaze and it’s enough encouragement for Dean to continue.

“This isn’t how I planned to tell you— if I planned to tell you at all. Fuck, Cas, I always swear that I’m going to tell you next time. But we’re running out of next times, man, and I just— I can’t keep it in— I need to—“ Dean’s eyes are wild as he glances between Cas and every corner of the room, completely aware of the intensity of the situation and the weight of the words he’s trying to say.

“Dean,” Cas says just as urgently, stepping forward to draw Dean’s gaze to him. “Tell me what?”

Dean meets his eyes and for one single moment, the world slows to a stop around them. Cas can see the answer to that question in Dean’s eyes a moment before he says it out loud. He forgets, for just that second, that they’re standing on the precipice of death, that they don’t have the luxury of indulging in this. For just that second, Cas lets himself let out the breath he’s been holding for ten years.

“I love you.” Dean breathes, and he looks like he could sag in relief from finally speaking the words. “I love you so goddamn much and I have for so goddamn long and I couldn’t let either one of us die again without making sure you knew that.”

And oh, oh, Cas has never felt something like this— this blooming, all-consuming warmth. He’s never felt something so tangible unfurl in his chest, spreading out and filling up every corner of his being.

Cas has loved Dean for nearly every second they have known each other and now he knows that Dean loves him, too. That Dean wants him to know— needs him to know that he’s loved, no matter what happens.

Cas opens his mouth to respond—

And he sees the black bubbling along the wall behind Dean.

He should have known.

But how could he know that Dean would love him back? How could he anticipate that Dean would say the words to him that he had rarely said to anyone, in any capacity, in his entire life? Of course he knew Dean had the potential to be his ultimate happiness— or rather that his ultimate happiness was wrapped up in Dean in one way or another. Of course he knew this because everything he did, everything he wanted, everything he cared for or longed for— everything, all of it revolved around Dean.

But still, he never thought that Dean would say it first.

“Dean, I—“ Cas needs to say it back, is desperate to say it back, but the empty is headed directly to him and Dean is in its path.

Cas can’t think, can’t bear the idea of risking Dean for anything. He acts, shoving Dean out of the way as he empty sputters and gurgles, wrapping around him.

“Cas!” His name wrenches out of Dean’s throat in a way that’s painful to hear. Cas hates that it’s the last thing he’ll ever hear in Dean’s voice, hates that it has to be his final memory of the man who gave him everything.

The man who taught him to love, who gave him a place to belong. The man who helped him clean up his messes, who treated him as equal instead of other. The man who became the center of everything in Cas’s universe— every single thing that Cas cared about or was interested in stemmed from the same root named Dean Winchester and now Cas was leaving him behind.

I love you, too! He tries to shout as the empty drags him away. His last conscious thought is a desperate, unbridled hope that against all odds, Dean was able to hear him.

[sylvanfreckles]

Confession (Comfortember 2021)

By Love Overcome

After the terrible ritual that made him human, Castiel is trying to adjust to life in the bunker. Thankfully, he has his friends and family to help along the way.

(This is a direct sequel to By Grace Undone, from Whumptober 2021. You can catch it on Tumblr or AO3 if you want to catch up!)

(A little more angsty here. I know what I said, but what else can you do with "confession" in a fic like this?)

Chapter Thirteen: "We'll get through this. All three of us."

“I love you…good-bye, Dean.”

Dean scrubbed a hand over his face and focused back on the task at hand. There wasn’t time for that now, not when Cas had woken up this morning with a fever from a couple of the burns pulling open after yesterday. Yesterday, when they’d pushed Cas to take a few, uncertain steps on his own down the hall (holding onto the railing the whole time), in some half-assed attempt to help him get a little more mobility. Or something. Something like that.

God, how was he even supposed to respond to that? There hadn’t been time before the Empty had come, and now….

No. It wasn’t that he…didn’t feel the same. Couldn’t feel the same. Nothing like that. If he was honest with himself, if he really looked inside and considered it and looked back on all the years…but it just wasn’t right. Ever since they’d met, Cas had been used by one person or another. Whether it was the other angels, or the Winchesters themselves. Seemed he’d always at somebody’s beck and call, never with his own autonomy.

And when he was on his own, he made a royal mess of things.

Dean tried to shake that treacherous thought away as he stacked clean bandages and antiseptic in the basin he was carrying. The old bitterness was still there sometimes, even though he knew it had all been his doing. He’d spent so much time seeing Cas as this unmovable, unflinching force of nature that it had taken years for him to even consider that the angel might be really, permanently hurt. Manipulated. Abused. Even being dragged back to Bible camp for discipline, at the time he’d thought it’d just made Cas a dick again, but looking back? Remembering the set of his friend’s shoulders, the way he didn’t just pop in and out for weeks? How had he not seen?

And Cas forgave them every time, with that hint of gratitude like their apologies meantsomething. Like they wouldn’t break his heart, betray his trust, use him again and again.

While it was true that now could be a time to start over, Dean wasn’t willing to just forget the past. He had a lot to make up for.

Starting here. He gently slipped into Cas’s room to find his brother sitting worriedly beside the bed. Sam met his gaze, concern etched in his features. “There are more of those specks, Dean.”

Dean’s stomach dropped. He’d never forget seeing Sammy pull a tiny fragment of a feather out of the swirling burns on Cas’s back; a tiny fragment that was turning to dust as it hit the air.

Cas’s wings. They’d burned with his grace, and somehow contaminated the wounds on his back.

He heaved out a sigh and set the basin on the bed, sitting beside it close enough that his hip just brushed Cas’s. The dark-haired man was on his stomach, either sleeping off the fever or unconscious from pain, his wounds exposed so the brothers could tend to them. “I don’t know if we’re doing enough,” he confessed in a voice barely above a whisper. “He’s been through so much, and we just….”

“Hey,” Sam’s hand was firm on his wrist. “One day at a time. He says the fragments won’t hurt him, they’re just…it’s awful.”

Yeah, Dean nodded. Even damaged, Cas’s wings had been impressive. Seeing them reduced this much…seeing Cas reduced this much…it wasn’t fair.

Sam had leaned up into his space, one hand on the back of Dean’s neck. “I mean it,” he said, squeezing just a little as though he could squeeze the belief into Dean. “We’ll get through this. All three of us.”

“Four,” Dean whispered, thinking of Eileen claiming her place on the new couch.

“Ten if you count Jody and the girls,” Sam added with a grin.

“And Garth.”

That actually brought a chuckle from Sam. “Yeah…once Garth finds out he’ll probably move the whole family here, just to help take care of Cas.”

To his surprise, Dean didn’t hate that idea.

Hell, maybe it was time to open the bunker. Invite other hunters in. Make it a real home, a real refuge.

But not tonight. He sighed again as he turned to the contents of the basin. “Wanna help me with Mr. Comatose here?”

“Always, Dean. Whatever it takes.”

[deans-baby-momma]

Seeking Mercy-Chapter 7

Summary: How will Dean react to Y/N’s news?

Previously:

Dean’s grunts and groans echo off the walls of the bedroom, along with her moans and breathless cries. The bed springs start squeaking but neither of them pay any attention, both of them trying to reach their end.

“I’m close Dean,” Y/N whispers. “I’m going to cum. Cum with me baby. Cum inside me.”

“I. can’t.” Dean objects with each thrust. “You’ll. Get. Pregnant. Again. But fuck if I don’t want to. I love filling you up.”

“Too late, baby. I’m already pregnant again.”

Dean’s release is accompanied with a long drawn out groan until his body collapses onto her.

“What?” Dean asks, propping himself on his elbows, his softening member still lodged deep. “What did you say?”

Y/N looks up at her husband and smiles. 

“I said, it’s too late. I’m already pregnant again.”

She watches the emotions play out across Dean’s face. From confusion to stunned to surprise until he finally smiles a genuine smile down at her.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Holy fuck!” he exclaims. “How is that even possible?”

“Well, you see...when a man and woman fuck-”

Dean laughs as he pulls out of her and rolls to the side. “Fuck you. I know that how. But we’ve been careful.”

“No we haven’t,” Y/N reminds him. “The night after Cas healed you. We screwed like rabbits and you were bareback.”

“So that means, I knocked you up what, 6 or 7 weeks ago?”

“Give or take,” Y/N says as she turns onto her side to look at her husband. “Are you mad?”

“What? Hell no I’m not mad. I’m just- I’m in shock I think,” he says. “I mean I know we talked about having more kids but I always figured it’d be down the road a bit. Not before Mav was even a year old yet.”

Dean quickly turns and looks at her. “Are you okay? I didn’t--I didn’t hurt you did I? I didn’t fuck you too hard?”

“No, Dean. If you ask me you didn’t fuck me hard enough. But don’t worry. Me and the baby are just fine. I have an appointment tomorrow, if you want to go. I’m sure Dr. Porter and her nurses would love to see you again.”

“Yea, yea. Shut up!” Dean says playfully. “Of course I’ll go with you. Can we tell the others?”

“If you want.”

“If I want,” Dean repeats, mockingly. “Get your fine ass up and get dressed and let’s go tell the family.”

Seeing Dean gush about the news to his mom and brothers is more than Y/N could ever imagine. 

He’s so excited and happy to be adding another addition to the Winchester family.

Y/N is, at first, worried that Adam will spill the beans about already knowing, but being the good actor he is, the youngest Winchester feigns surprise and delight when told by his oldest brother.

That night, Mary whips up a batch of Winchester surprise and a cherry pie for dessert in celebration.

The festivities last late into the night, with Y/N sitting on Dean’s lap at one of the library tables while Sam and Mary look on; Adam already retired for the night, along with Mavelin.

“So, were you two trying? Or was this a ‘oops’ pregnancy?” Mary inquires.

Dean and Y/N look at one another before Y/N answers. “Definitely an ‘oops’. But when your husband is miraculously healed of paralysis, the last thing you think of is protection.”

“Oh god! I don’t even want to think about that,” Sam whines. “Oh great, now I have those images in my head.”

Dean chuckles. “I knew you fantasized about my ass.”

Y/N slaps Dean on the shoulder as Sam groans behind her. 

“Dean be nice to your brother,” Mary chastises.

“He started it,” Dean counters.

“Children,” Y/N says laughing and shaking her head.

Dean wraps his arms around her middle and smiles, “Nah just your baby daddy,” he says with a bright smile on his face before pulling her down to kiss her.

Y/N watches Dean when he doesn’t know she is looking. He is so happy and carefree and just bounces around like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

The doctor appointment confirms that Y/N is indeed pregnant and gives them a due date of near Dean’s own birthday. The fact that he may get to share a birthday with his child makes Dean ecstatic.

The doctor’s appointment also confirms what Y/N was afraid of. There is no definite date of conception. The doctor explains that she couldn’t exactly establish a DOC but with the size of the fetus, guesses that Y/N is about 10 weeks along. Y/N knows that 10 weeks ago Dean was still incapacitated and unable to produce an erection so it is doubtful he is the father. 

Thankfully, Dean has yet to come to that realization.

While helping Mary cook one evening later in the week, Dean comes into the kitchen and picks Y/N up, swinging her around.

“Hello my gorgeous baby momma,” he laughs.

“Hi,” Y/N responds. The fact that seeing Dean this light and happy is not lost on her. She is loving the new and improved man.

“How about tonight after dinner and we put Mav down, we take a drive?”

“Okay.”

The wind whistles through the windows of the Impala as Y/N and Dean speed down the highway; one of Dean’s old cassettes playing through the speakers.

Y/N’s hand is wrapped in his on the seat between them. Her free hand settled on her slightly pudgy stomach as she watches the scenery through the windshield. Her conscious begins to get the better of her.

Seeing Dean so damn happy and excited about the new baby was something she just was not expecting. When she had taken the test and it came back positive, she’d been worried how he would react, but this was not at all what she was anticipating.

Not that she was expecting a bad outcome, but happy, worry-free Dean was not in her wheelhouse of thinking. And now with her worst fears settled, it broke her heart to see him like this.

Looking over to her husband, she watches as he drives along, humming to whatever song is playing. She loves him so much her heart feels like it is about to burst. And she knows she is going to have to break his. She can’t take it anymore; the guilt, the shame is just too much.

Letting go of his hand and reaching to turn the music off, Y/N speaks up.

“Dean we need to talk. I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?”

“Pull over.”

Dean quickly finds a spot and pulls off the road, putting the car in park and killing the engine.

“Baby, what is it?” he implores.

Deciding to just bite the bullet, Y/N blurts out. “I slept with Adam.” The tears start immediately and she looks down at her lap.

“Wha--what?”

“I slept with Adam,” she repeats through the tears.

The silence in the Impala is deafening. Y/N can’t take her eyes off her hands in her lap. She is terrified to look at her husband, doesn’t want to see the pain and agony her confession has caused.

“You- you slept with my brother?”

She nods, not trusting her voice at all.

“Was it while I was hurt?”

Again she just nods.

Another bout of silence fills the car until she can’t take it anymore and feels as if she is suffocating.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen.”

Still not able to look at him, Y/N nervously awaits the eruption, the barrage of questioning. But they never come. Steeling herself, she glances over at Dean to see him sitting still, staring at the steering wheel. He looks completely devastated. She watches his eyes close and sees a lone tear glide down his cheek.

“So,” he finally speaks after clearing his throat and wiping away the moisture on his face. He never takes his eyes off the center of the wheel. “While I was unable to fully satisfy you, you fucked Adam?”

“Yea,” she answers meekly.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Y/N inquires, unsure of that response.

“Yea, okay,” Dean affirms. “I wasn’t able to please you, you found it in my brother. I understand.”

“But-”

“No buts,” Deans says as he finally turns to look at her. “I get it. I do. You’ve always had a voracious sexual appetite. I know this and I couldn’t do for you what needed to be done. So you found it somewhere else. Am I happy about it? Abso-fucking-lutely not! Do I like the idea that my half-brother now knows what it feels like to be inside you? Hell no. But I get it. I do. And I love you enough to overlook it. Just as long as you swear it won’t happen again.”

“It won’t. I promise.”

“How many times did he-- no you know what, never mind. I don’t want to know,” Dean says, shaking his head.

“Listen, Y/N. I love you and I can’t imagine life without you and Mav. I don’t want to lose you. It would kill me,” Dean says and then stops. He glances down to her stomach and then back up to her eyes. “Is the baby his?”

“No,” she lies. “This is your baby, Dean.” 

When they get back to the Bunker later, Dean takes her hand and they approach Adam’s room. 

Adam takes forever to open the door after Dean knocks.

“We gotta talk,” Dean says as he shoulders his way into his half-brother’s room.

“Uh,” Adam says as he looks from Dean to Y/N and back to Dean. “What’s up?”

Y/n stays quiet but Dean leans against the edge of the desk in the corner, crossing his arms. He looks menacing and threatening. 

Dean clears his throat before speaking. “I know about you and Y/N. I know the two of you had sex. Look, I see it like this…..you did what I couldn’t while I was broken. But if you ever try to touch my wife like that again I’ll break your dick. Is that clear? I’m back, my dick works again so she doesn’t need yours. Got it?”

“Crystal.” Adam says and watches Dean leave his room. Y/N looks at him pleadingly before following behind her husband. Adam is stunned and frozen in his spot. ‘What the hell was that about?’ 

As Adam lays in bed and thinks about what his brother said, it dawns on him. Y/N must have told his brother that they fucked! But the way Dean talked about it was like it only happened once and while he was injured and unable to fulfill his husbandly duties. 

Did Y/N lie and tell Dean that? Did she lead him to believe that it only happened once after the accident? That it hadn’t been going on for months before he and the rest of the family were in a wreck.  Did Dean not know that as he was being wounded, his youngest brother had been buried ball’s deep in his wife? 

Adam closed his eyes, wondering why she had even told Dean. And did she tell him that he was possibly the father and not Dean? 

To say he got a lousy night of sleep was an understatement. 

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[mattzerella-sticks]

Fatherhood (Dean/Cas coda to 14x15 “Peace of Mind”, 1.9 k)

With Sam busy dealing with his own demons, Cas turns to Dean once more - this time about what he saw Jack do to his snake. It hurts to tell him, especially with him feeling so confident from doing a good job at being there for Jack. It's a good thing they have each other, and can offer support while deciding what to do. Especially from the comfort of their bed.

(Link to Ao3)

           Castiel pauses outside Dean’s door, still questioning whether or not it was a good idea to be there. The choice is taken from him mid-decision with Dean opening it. He barely waits for him, stalking back further into the room. “Well?” he calls out, “You coming in?”

           He does, shutting the door behind him. Dean strips off his plaid button down, squeezing it into a ball before tossing it into a nearby pile. “What’s on your mind, sunshine?”

           Mirroring him, Castiel shucks his trench coat and suit jacket off in one motion, draping both across Dean’s desk chair. He motions for Dean to move closer, and he does. Leaning on his shoulders, Castiel shucks his boots off while Dean unbuttons his jeans. “I had just come from Jack’s room –“

           “He’s doing good right?” Dean asked, letting his pants drop, “I wasn’t sure if today was helpful, but I think Donatello got through to him…“

           His heart cracks a little, Dean’s searching grin taking a pickaxe to it. Instead of taking the bait, Castiel turns away and tugs at his tie. The silence overtook them, both preferring it as they undress. When Castiel folds his pants over the chair, he walks over to sit on the bed. Dean left for the bathroom, where he can see him brush his teeth. Castiel rolls his socks off before slipping underneath the covers.

           Dean joins him shortly after, peeling his own gray t-shirt off first. He lies next to Castiel, barely containing a nervous chuckle. “Y’wanna know something Cas?”

           “What?”

           “I think I’m getting better with the snake.”

           Castiel frowns, sitting up on his elbow. Dean’s eyes shimmer with excitability he very obviously wants to share in, especially with how his fingers ghost back and forth across his thigh. “Come again?”

           “Jack’s snake,” Dean continues, “I didn’t think I could be in the same room as it, y’know? But it’s starting to grow on me…”

           He hums, unable to respond once more. Castiel situates himself on his back, away from Dean’s stare. In their shared space, however, there’s no escape.

           “Hey,” Dean whispers, now trailing his hand across Castiel’s chest, “What’s the matter?”

           There’s no good way to start it. But Castiel chooses what he believes is the easiest. “You don’t have to worry about the snake anymore.”

           Dean frowns; tapping out a rhythm his heart tries to keep. “How come?”

           “Jack, he… decided it’d be happier elsewhere.”

           “Shit, he didn’t release it, like, into the wild did he?” Dean asked, “Because I was fine for keeping it in that glass box. If it slithers its way back in I –“

           “That won’t happen,” Castiel says, “Dean, he… Jack killed it.” He hears Dean’s breath hitch, his hand lying still against his chest after hearing the news. Castiel dare not look at him, instead letting the news pour out of him. “I watched him turn the snake into ash and he sounded… proud, almost. As if he did it a service, putting it out of its misery.”

           “I don’t… I can’t…” Dean presses closer to him, ducking his head under Castiel’s chin. Even if he has no words to describe what he’s feeling, Castiel understands. He pulls Dean in tighter, arms wrapped firmly around his waist. “I told you Cas,” he finally says, “I have no clue how to handle this. You trusted me and I… I screwed up. I screwed him up.”

           “Dean, you did the best you could –“

           “Yeah, I’m always doing that. Maybe my best is just shit.”

           “That’s not true,” Castiel tells him, rubbing at the small of his back in wide circles. He rests his cheek upon Dean’s crown, the tufts of hair tickling his skin. “An absence of a person’s soul is tricky for not only them but for the people who care about them. I didn’t expect you to have any answers, I needed you to be there for him.”

           Dean sighs, slipping his own hands out from between their chests to hold onto Castiel’s shoulders. With no further barriers, Dean’s full weight settles onto him. It warms him more than any blanket ever could. “When you asked me to watch out for him, it wasn’t the ‘no soul’ thing that scared me.”

           “…Then what was?”

           “I don’t… I don’t know how to be a dad,” Dean confesses, “I mean, I sort of do. But only with the surface level stuff like driving a car, fixing meals, or giving the sex talk. Feelings, emotions ��� the really personal crap – I can’t even begin to sort through that. Figured you and Sam were better for it…” He cranes his neck up, forcing Castiel to look at him. “You said he looks up to me but Jack shouldn’t. Clearly I have no idea what I’m doing, and because of that we have a dead snake.”

           Castiel mulls Dean’s words over, letting his body provide much needed consolation instead. His hands run up and down Dean’s back, and he tangles their legs together, brushing toes against the arch of Dean’s foot. His hunter doesn’t relax completely, but it’s a start.

           “You want to know what I thought, when you told me how you and Jack spent your time together?”

           “What?”

           “I thought it was perfect,” he says, “Your actions showed how much you care far better than any words could.”

           “Cas –“

           “Let me finish darling,” he purrs, the pet name instantly hushing Dean. “You had your doubts, but that didn’t stop you. Instead of doing the bare minimum you engaged with Jack even if the subject matter frightened you and, when that wasn’t working, took him to see someone who understood what he was going through. To me, those are the actions of a father who cares. Who cares enough to go that extra mile if that’s what’s necessary.”

           Dean buries his head in Castiel’s chest again. It can’t disguise the wide grin that stretches itself across his face, nor the fiery red tint his ears take. Castiel leans down to kiss the back of his head, threading his fingers through his hair. “You’re a good dad and a good role model. Even if you don’t have any idea what you’re doing. None of us do, the only difference is you’re not letting it stop you.”

           He musters enough courage to look him in the eyes again. “Thanks Cas,” he says, “That makes me feel better about one thing… but it still doesn’t help with Jack.”

           Castiel sighs, agreeing. “It seems our worries were well founded.”

           “What should we do now?”

           “Again, from what I heard he believed what he was doing was for the snake’s best interest,” he says, “So I guess we… try harder. Lead through example.”

           “Fatherhood ain’t easy,” Dean chuckles, “But at least we’re in it together.”

           “That’s true…” A thought crosses Castiel’s path, and he huffs out a breathy laugh.

           Dean pouts at him. “What?”

           “It’s nothing…”

           “C’mon sunshine, tell me!” he whines, wiggling around on top. He tickles at Castiel’s ribs, a sensation that has no effect on his being. But the adorable sight before him nearly splits his face in half with how far his smile widens. Castiel grabs Dean’s wrists, rolling them over until Dean is pinned underneath. Then, he kisses him because he can. It’s slow, both taking their time and enjoying the feeling of lips pressed against lips. When Dean starts gasping, Castiel pulls back.

           Dean watches him hang overhead with spit shined lips and half-lidded eyes. “As much as I enjoy this,” he tells Castiel, “I still want to know what you were thinking.”

           Castiel rolls his eyes, but surrenders. Flipping onto his back, Castiel meets Dean’s curious gaze. “That I was lucky you let me go with Sam for this hunt.”

           Dean quirks a brow at him, “Should I be jealous you’re thinking of Sam in our bed?”

           “No,” Castiel says, tapping at his wrist. Dean twists it, so the palm lies face up and he can slip his own hand over it, twining their fingers together. Castiel continues, stroking his thumb across Dean’s skin. “The hunt… if I weren’t an angel, I could have ended up like Sam.”

           “You mean a cardigan-wearing nerd with a wife?”

           “Yes.”

           “That would be unfortunate,” Dean grouses, “Like, what would she think if she found out how gay you were.”

           “And if you had gone on this hunt instead of me,” Castiel says, “Then both of you would be trapped in that cookie cutter nightmare.”

           Dean sighs. “Yeah – don’t get me wrong I love milkshakes as much as anyone can… but not enough to give up the Internet.”

           “What I’m trying to say is thank you for trusting me with your brother’s well being,” Castiel says, “I know how protective you are of him, and letting me go on the hunt with him, alone, was… nice.” He smiles. “Made me realize how little time me and Sam spend together. And when we did we were focused on other matters, namely you.”

           “Wow, really know how to make a guy feel special…”

           “Darling…”

           “I’m happy you two had a lot of fun,” Dean tells him, “Honest. You and Sam are so important to me – like it goes without saying –“

           “Of course.”

           “That I want you two to get along. And I know I’m a pretty interesting guy…” Castiel doesn’t laugh with him, but Dean keeps going. “It’s great to know you have more in common than just me.”

           “I’m sure you knew that though already, didn’t you.”

           “Of course,” Dean winks, “I’m not only here to be eye candy.”

           “Yet you’re so good at it.”

           “Shove it.”

           “Not tonight, I’m too tired.”

           “Asshole,” Dean shoves Castiel’s shoulder, only for it to be trapped in Castiel’s other hand. He brings it up to his lips and kisses it, preening under the warmth of Dean’s blush. He mumbles something under breath that even with his powers Castiel couldn’t hear.

           “What did you say?”

           “I’m… glad you were immune to the prick’s psychic powers, too,” Dean mutters, focused too intently on Castiel’s ear. “Hearing Sam have a wife I can deal with, but if I knew it was you playing house I…”

           Castiel glows. He kisses Dean soundly, resting their foreheads together when finished. “You have nothing to worry about. You know as well as I do that I am not looking for a wife.”

           “Yeah…” Dean leans in, to steal one final embrace. However Castiel turns away at the last moment, forcing it to land on his cheek. “What the –“

           “Since I already have one across the globe,” Castiel says, smirking, “It was a truly wonderful ceremony, I wish you could have attended. Royalty has its perks.”

           “I don’t know why I put up with you,” Dean says, squeezing his hands tight enough to break. “Seriously, you don’t even sleep. Why are you even in my bed?”

           “Because you’re a creature of habit and comfort, darling,” Castiel laughs, “I provide the comfort, and we’ve done this enough times that you can’t fall asleep without me by your side.”

           “I hate that you’re right,” Dean sighs, “Do you know how hard it’s been, going on back to back hunts? If Sam wasn’t keeping me up with his annoying keyboard smashing then it was his snoring – it was awful without my sunshine.”

           “But now we’re together and you can… what was it? Sleep until the cows come home?”

           “You got it.” He yawns, tugging himself free from Castiel’s loose hold to throw an arm across his chest. His eyelids droop shut, concealing his verdant soul from him. “Do you mind staying with me the whole night?” he asks, “I caught up on your chores so you didn’t have to.”

           “I might as well, since you went to all that trouble.”

           “Night Cas.”

           “Goodnight, Dean.”

[profoundnet]

Profound Member Post - October 2018

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The Masterpost is open for all creations by ProfoundBond members which are posted in entirety during that month.

MEMBER CONTRIBUTIONS FOR OCTOBER 2018!

Masterpost below the cut.

Darmys - @darmysasagiri​ - Darmys

Not in Kansas Anymore

Summary: Sareno Dean Winchester answers to no one. Born to a powerful House on the storm wracked mining planet Kansas, he and his brother Sam have grown up strong and independent. The only person that holds their respect is the enigmatic Bobby Smith, Master of the martial arts academy where they train.

When alien bounty hunters kidnap Bobby, Dean throws away the life he knew and sets out—with Sam and Baby—to rescue his mentor, no matter how far they have to travel through known space.

Tags:  Alternate Universe - The Highroad Trilogy, Alternate Universe - Space Opera, Past Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester, Past Dean Winchester/Nick Munroe, Robot!Baby, Canon-Typical Deaths, Canon-Typical Violence, Attempted Sexual Assault (Not Involving Our Main Characters), Period-Typical Racism, Dean/Cas Big Bang Challenge 2018

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JessJesstheBest - @saywhatjessie​ - JessJesstheBest

Fucking Hollywood

Summary: 

“Okay…” he started, aware that the only way out of this conversation was through. “So I admit, I don’t know a whole lot about,” he gestured vaguely at Sam. “That. But me, personally, I have a hard time telling the difference between romantic and platonic love.” 

“So like aromanticism.” “No, what?” Dean glanced at Sam who was looking at him weirdly. “I don’t know. But one of the only ways I know how to confirm the difference is with sex.” Or the boys have a discussion about media theory and Dean learns a new word.

Tags: Fluff are!Dean, Bi!Dean (I mean obviously Dean is bi but he's actually explicitly aro in this so, Human AU, Sam's at Stanford, John is dead, Aromantic Dean Winchester, 

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waywarded - waywarded

Discoveries

Summary: Dean and Cas are in a relationship and Dean is being too considerate for Cas's liking with making sure they don't take things too fast in the bedroom. Experimentation on what turns Castiel on ensues.

Tags: Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Romance, Fluff, Sexual Content, Castiel and Dean Winchester are Cute, Kissing, Making Out

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ultimatetrollcolinfirth - @ultimatetrollcolinfirth 

Destiel Art Round Up Oct 2018

Summary: A round up of my Destiel based creations, mostly for inktober. Tags: Destiel, Inktober 2018, 

Link to art piece #1, Link to art piece #2

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ultimatetrollcolinfirth - @ultimatetrollcolinfirth - LeafZelindor

Dean’s Weakness

Summary: Profound Bot prompt Challenge

Dean just saw Cas getting out of the shower. Cas is Dean's win. Sam is likely a leviathan.

In which Creature Sam figures out some important information about Dean Winchester.

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amandacanzo - amandacanzo

Sweet Surprise

Summary:  Dean is a great baker, but perhaps not the best communicator. When Dean had an embarrassing accident in his bakery (Sam’s fault), he left a lasting impression on Dr Castiel Novak, who had the pleasure of stitching up Dean’s asscheek.

When Cas comes to Dean’s bakery with Anna to order a wedding cake, Dean figures that Cas is getting married.

While Dean’s happy to have a new friend, it’s instantly clear to him he can’t keep his feelings in check. Especially when Cas is super affectionate and seems to be treating each hang out as a date.

On top of everything, Dean still has to make what he thinks is Cas’ wedding cake.

DCBB 2018

Tags: Baker Dean Winchester, Doctor Castiel, misunderstandings, angst with a happy ending, AU 

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Accompanying art by @abaddon-all-hope​

alessariel - alessariel

A Promise At Sunrise

Summary: “Dude, don’t look now, but there’s another guy wearing the same costume as you!” Charlie daintily sipped her drink while Dean nearly spat out his beer. What starts with a similar costume rapidly turns into the most amazing one-night stand Dean's ever had. Cas is funny, gorgeous, mysterious and really knows how to use his... wings. Among other things. Dean made Cas promise to stay the night and watch the sunrise with him, but he finds himself hoping that Cas will stay a lot longer than that.

Tags: Alternate Universe, Halloween, Creature Fic, Creature Castiel, Costumes, Smut, Fluff, A little bit of angst, just a tiny bit, Bottom Dean, Top Castiel, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Bisexual Dean Winchester

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blueeyesandpie - @blueeyesandpie​

Destiel Gifset 

Summary: A gifset of key early-Cas moments that establish his loyalty/connection to Dean, set to the lyrics of Simon & Garfunkel's Kathy's Song.

Tags: dean winchester, castiel, gifsets, destiel, kathy's song, season 4, season 5

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pingnova - @pingnova​ - pingnova

Don’t Kill The Messenger

Summary: Father Castiel Novak investigates miracles for the Vatican. While it’s disheartening when they all end up fakes, he continues his relentless pursuit in the name of faith and science. After a particularly convincing case in Brazil is taken from him, he’s reassigned to a believer in New York City who’s blessed with the wounds of Christ. Except, Dean Winchester turns out to be no believer, and he and Castiel have very different ideas of what constitutes a divine gift.

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Hurt Dean Winchester, Priest!Castiel, Possession, Angst, Gore, Temporary Major Character Death

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Accompanying art by SketchyDean

gouinette parle trop - @artbloggouinetteparletrop​ 

Collection of Fan Art Made Through SUPTOBERART 

Summary: MASTERPOST for the art I created during suptoberart 2018

Tags: destiel, destiel fan art, wayward sisters, suptoberart 2018, spn fanart

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MalMuses - @malmuses​ - MalMuses

Something in the Fog

Summary: Finally settling into some semblance of normalcy after Cas comes back from the Empty, Sam finds a case up in New England. In one historic town, people are losing their minds and drowning themselves in a nearby river. Sam and Dean set off alone, only to quickly call Cas to their aid when they realize that the unnerving town of Dunwich is hiding far more than your average witch or ghoul. Drawn into investigating a cult that worships a being far beyond their comprehension, Team Free Will doesn’t understand quite how much danger they are in... Fic posted for SPN Eldritch Bang.

Tags: Dub Con (Possession), Further Clairification of Dub Con Tag in the Appropriate Chapter, Cults, Canon-Typical Violence, Case Fic, Miscommunication, Eldritch Horror, Angst with a Happy Ending

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MalMuses - @malmuses​​ - MalMuses

Without A Trace

Summary: When Sam disappears during a hunt gone horribly wrong, Dean and his angel Castiel follow a trail of clues that lead them back through Sam’s past. Will Dean be able to save Sam from his history – and will Cas be able to save Dean from himself? Nothing is a simple as it seems for Dean and Cas. Luckily, they have some great friends (and unexpected allies) willing to help them through it. (WIP fic that finished posting this month.)

Tags: Canon Verse, MCD (temporary), Slow Burn, Smut, Fluff, Plot Twists, Torture, First Dates, Drowning, Kidnapping, BAMF!Cas, Gabriel is a badass, Redemption Arcs, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Bed, Hurt/Comfort, Wing Kink, Grace Sharing, Angel True Forms, Miscommunication, Angst with a Happy Ending

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MalMuses - @malmuses​​​ - MalMuses

Soup and Whiskey

Summary: “Jack, you know Dean and I, well, we’re not…” Cas spoke quietly, making an awkward, vague hand gesture. The raised eyebrow that Jack gave him came directly from Sam. Cas could see the developing bitch face and it was equal parts entertaining and alarming. “Really,” Cas confirmed. “We aren’t.” Jack put his spoon down slowly to pick up his juice. “Then you should be,” he responded easily, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. A little 14x03 coda.

Tags: 14x03 Coda, Jack ex machina, First Kiss, Fluff, Love Confessions

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saltnhalo - saltnhalo

What The Rain Brings

Summary: In which Castiel's new roommate—supposed to be an alpha, under the guidelines of the college dorms—turns out to be a) late, and b) a beautiful, sarcastic, drenched omega.

Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Castiel (Supernatural), Omega Dean, Meet-Cute, True Mates, Scenting, Misunderstandings, Explicit Sexual Content, Topping from the Bottom, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Porn with Feelings

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The Sketching Fox - @sketching-fox​ 

My Little Destiel Collection

Summary: A Collection of 10 digital artworks, created during the SupToberArt /Inktober 2018, showing all posts about Destiel!  

Tags: Supernatural, Destiel, Castiel, Dean Winchester, SPNFanart, Spnart, suptober2018, suptoberart2018

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Jdragon122 - @jdragon122​ - Jdragon122

Outlast

Summary: It seemed like a normal case. It always does... Dean has never seen Castiel, the real Castiel. But he’s never really thought about it until the truth of it is thrown in his face, abruptly, and violently. A case out in the deserts of Arizona and old Native American lands uncover a long dormant evil that reemerges when the brothers and the angel stumble upon it. The evil is hungry for power and what powerful being is more tempting than an angel. With Cas suddenly ripped from the brothers, stranded in the middle of the desolate wilderness, they must find a way to save their friend. With the clock ticking and their resources dwindling, Sam and Dean must find a way to defeat the evil and save Cas — before Cas becomes twisted beyond recognition, and before the hunters become the hunted.

Tags: Canon Divergent, Canon Conpliant, Canon-Typical Violence, season/series 11, Dark, Angst, Dean Whump, Cas Whump, Sam is okay though... mostly, Male OC, female OC, Angel True Forms, Castiel (Supernatural)’s True Form, Blood and Violence, very brief scene that might be considered noncon, graphic description of corpses, BAMF Castiel, BAMF Sam, BAMF Dean, switch Castiel, switch Dean, panic attacks, Case Fic, Hurt Dean, Hurt, angst with a happy ending, temporary character death, wings, topping from the bottom,

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BinJLG - @honeyedsam - BinJLG

Holloween

Summary: Dean spirals into a deep depression after casting Michael out and ends up isolating himself. But Castiel WILL NOT let him spend his favorite holiday alone.

Tags: Destiel, Dean Winchester/Castiel, Sam Winchester mentioned, Jack Kline mentioned, Mary Winchester mentioned, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Ideation, Depressed Dean Winchester, Canon Divergence, Halloween, First Kiss, Depression, Mental Illness, Unreliable Narrator

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Nera_Solani - @nera-solani​ - Nera_Solani

Show me your secrets and I’ll show you madness

Summary: Are you afraid of the dark? No?If you ever find a door that leads nowhere, don't go in. Four teenagers make the mistake of doing so anyway and don’t come back out. Which is how Dean, Sam and Castiel find themselves investigating a case that leads them right into an ancient Greek myth about a labyrinth housing a monster. But the monster isn't the only thing lurking in this dark place; the walls are breathing, watching, waiting… Being separated in a giant maze that isn’t attached to our reality isn’t how any of them had envisioned this case would go.

What is real? What is an illusion? Is that blood? What was that shadow? In every corner awaits a new nightmare, each one worse than the other. The three men need to save the missing teenagers and find a way out — if they can find each other, and live through the terrors the maze shows them. But none of that is easy when you’re being confronted with your worst memories and fears. Especially when you have to lose the love of your life over and over again… Well? Are you afraid of the dark? Maybe you should be.

Tags: Graphic depictions of Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Injury, Post-Season/Series 13, Case Fic, Greek Mythology - Freeform, Illusions, Hallucinations, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Fluff and Angst, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, Cuddling & Snuggling, Idiots in Love, Bisexual Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Knows, Nearly Human Castiel, Grace Sex, DCBB 2018

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grumpyphoenix - @paintmeahero - grumpyphoenix

Glutton For Punishment

Summary: Castiel is trying out everything now that he's human. When he finds Dean's porn-stash, he wants to try some of it out, but Dean won't let him. So he has to goad Dean into it.

Tags: Kinktober 2018, Not Beta Read, Edgeplay, Dacryphilia, Spanking, Sadism, Masochism, Biting, Praise Kin,k Angry Sex, Bondage, Hair-pulling, Asphyxiation, Crossdressing, Costumes, Creampie, Under-negotiated Kink, Mildly Dubious Consent, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Jealousy, Human Castiel, Possessive Behaviour

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supernatural9917 - @supernatural9917fic​ - supernatural9917

We Eat in Here!

Summary: Sam is really sick of walking in on Dean and Cas boning. Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo. Square fill: Sam is scarred for life.

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supernatural9917 - @supernatural9917fic​ - supernatural9917

Doctor Doctor, Please

Summary: Dean has a special request of Cas Written for the Destiel Smut Bingo. Square fill: Playing doctor.

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supernatural99117 - @supernatural9917fic​ - supernatural9917

Roommate Wanted

Summary: Dean Winchester moved to Pontiac, Illinois six months ago when his girlfriend Carmen got a new job. Unfortunately for Dean, Carmen then left him for her boss, so he needs to find a roommate ASAP. Castiel Novak needs to move out of his brother’s house before his niece is born, and when he finds Dean’s ad on Craigslist, it seems like the perfect solution for both of them. So what if Dean is ridiculously gorgeous? Castiel can keep his crush under control. So what if Castiel is gay? Totally straight Dean isn’t at all affected by seeing him hook up with dudes. They’re just a couple of completely platonic roommates. Well… that’s what they think, anyway…

Written for the DeanCas Big Bang 2018 with art by @busysquirrel

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jscribbles - jscribbles

Taker of Souls

Summary: The angels have fallen. Castiel is human, Sam is recovering from the trials, and Dean doesn’t want to expose them to the world as it’s crumbling outside the bunker doors. To pass time in their solitude, Dean discovers a hidden room in the bunker full of dangerous magical artifacts and accidentally exposes his friends and family to an ancient horror. If Castiel thought adjusting to humanity was already a terror in itself, he experiences a world of pain when the ancient spirit Dean released chooses him as a vessel to fulfill its evil prophecy. Castiel begins to change as voices call out to him in the night and take the form of the one righteous man he desires, temptation drawing him to complete a ritual that will allow one of Hell’s most feared ancient entities to occupy his vessel. Before Sam, Dean, Kevin and Crowley know what is happening, they are thrown into a lockdown, unable to escape the bunker as the cruel, twisted monster inside of Castiel prowls the hallways, hunting them, thirsty for their blood, hungry for their souls.

Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Castiel/Dean, temporary major character death, Minor Character Death, Pining, Slow Burn, non-con, dub-con, Blood, Gore, Body mutilation, Self Harm, zombie-type characters, Hallucinations, Nightmares, horror-imagery, offensive language/insults, spoilers for The Witch, the boys cry, Sickness, Possession, canon-calibre discussions of religion, the evil dead 2013, Crossover, Inspired By, Smut, minor prescription drug use, Vomiting

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idjitsaviors - @idjitsaviors - Glitchedwings & Akobel - @akobel

Baby, Baby

Summary: Trench was used to sitting on lots of objects, sitting in lots of cars. Baby was used to accommodating articles of clothing (mostly of the flannel variety), and many different items. Of course, Trench was not yet used to being dragged along on celestial plots, and Baby was not yet used to that happening in her backseat. Still, weirdness was the one constant in their daily lives, so the day the trench coat and car met was like any other. By now they’ve met several times over the years, caught in the crossfires of their two owners' friendship and pining. But when Trench is forced to spend months in Baby's trunk, will they finally watch their owners find love? And can they make something of their own? A mostly canon-adjacent fic following Dean and Cas through the eyes of Baby— and the eyes of Trench, her partner in crime.

Tags: Crack treated seriously, canon compliant, mutual pining SFW

[huntertales]

Part Three: Only You Can Save Yourself. (Let it Bleed S06E21)

Episode Summary: Sam and Dean Winchester’s worst nightmares come true when the reader is taken hostage by Crowley after her demon side is freed. But things only grow worse when Lisa and Ben Braden are kidnapped as well, forcing the brothers to work with an unlikely alley to save the people they love. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Warning: Demon!Reader, mentions of violence. Word Count: 8,354. (........So that happened.)

Previous Part | Supernatural Rewrite Masterlist

Darkness had fallen outside an hour ago and Sam still hadn't seen any signs of his brother after the demon vanished. He left the two of them alone for ten minutes to figure out what somebody was supposed to do with a finger. Sam shuddered each time he felt the outline of the limb in the silk fabric. It made his mind wonder what kind of excruciating pain you had to go through. What sort of other things that were happening as him and his brother scrambled to find a location from demons that didn’t know much of anything from the handful Dean tried to interrogate.

Sam tried his hardest to shake the different scenarios that kept playing out in his mind, but what really had been on his mind was how his brother got the disturbed look expression on his face when he stepped back in the garage. He had only gone away after storing the dismembered finger into the freezer for when you might need it. Sam suspected the demon had spent the time while he was gone saying all sorts of things to get under Dean's skin to make him fall into such a state. When Sam tried asking what she might have said to make Dean so worked up, his older brother responded with complete silence.

Sam wasn't the one to drink his problems away, but he wasn't a stranger to warming up to the bottle when the times called for it. He felt the mood was right to indulge in a bottle after learning his best friend was kidnapped by the same demon who had pulled you from hell all to put you under heinous torture for the fun of it. And there was matters about dealing with a demon—the one who had been attached you since God knows how long—was freed after all this time to raise a little hell. Along with all of that trouble, there was still a rogue angel, someone that he used to call his friend, on the loose who might have been part of all this entire mess. Not to mention, the poor Braden family, innocent casualties in all of this mess.

The younger Winchester abandoned his research he’d been conducting on his laptop while he sat at the desk in the library. He’d been learning what he could about the horror writer and why he would want to open up a door to purgatory. He skimmed through a few of his stories he found as he nursed a glass of whiskey. Sam finished the last of his drink and sent himself on the quest to refill his glass. He wandered into the kitchen and found the bottle exactly where he left it. He fetched the bottle off the counter and poured himself a hefty amount this time, not sure what else more he could do that would require him in a sober state. It was a pitiful thought to have, but Sam didn't have you here to snap him out like you always did when he started to lose hope.

Sam let out a faint sigh from the defeated thought and headed back to the library to finish the reading he started. However the young man could only take a few steps before he found himself not alone in the Singer household anymore. The hunter narrowed his eyes on a face he thought he wouldn’t see much of again. “Drinking your feelings, Sam?” It was the angel Balthazar that was standing in the doorway that lead to the library. “I thought that was your brother’s bag.”

Sam looked down at the glass he was holding and back to the angel. He shrugged his shoulders at the behavior that was out of character for him. “Stressful times.” He muttered as he took a sip of his drink like he intended to before being interrupted.

"Well, we need to talk." Balthazar said. The younger Winchester raised his brow slightly as he watched the angel walked forward into the room. It seemed an angel like Balthazar had a different side to show after parting ways with Sam and his brother last night after not discussing a word about how he felt about participating in this situation. Sam asked why the both of them needed to talk. “Because—I know I’m gonna live to regret this, but…I happen to like Y/N. More than you and your brother. She's not someone you meet everyday. It would be awfully tragic for something to happen to her under circumstances like these. I decided that I’m officially on your team. You bastards.”

It felt a little too good to be true when Balthazar showed up out of nowhere, claiming he wanted to be on the winning side of this fight and help the common folk. Sam remained friendly as he could with the angel as Dean put his distance with Balthazar, not wanting to deal with another dick with wings. Dean stood in the kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest as he suspicious eyed the angel, trying to figure out the real reason why he would risk his life to do them a favor. Sam sat on the edge of the desk just a feet away as Balthazar stood in the middle of the kitchen while he told the boys why they should let him on their team.

“And we should believe you why?” Dean questioned the angel in a blunt tone.

“Would you believe I had a shred of decency?” Balthazar answered the hunter’s question with another. Sam didn’t seem to think such highly of the angel when he responded with a no. The angel looked at the younger man with a slightly saddened expression, Sam man didn't change his opinion on the matter. “Oh, that hurts...But, okay. You’re right. It’s survival. You see, I asked Cas some questions and I disliked his answers. He seems sure of himself for a man who wants to swallow a million nuclear reactors. I mean, these things can get a bit Chernobyl, you know? So, volia. Consider me your double agent. Oh, and I took the liberty of searching for your friends. Uh, took a while. Crowley's a clever one."

Dean's expression dropped when he heard the news slip out from the angel's mouth that might have been possibly the best thing he heard since all of this mess started. "You found Y/N?" Dean asked, the first thing he could think about was you. However he tried his hardest not to get his hopes up as he swallowed. "Did you have any luck with Lisa and Ben, too?"

"The upside is, yes. The downside is no, I can't get them for you." Balthazar told the brothers the bittersweet news he gathered during his absence away. The younger Winchester asked why he couldn’t. "Because Crowley angel-proofed the whole bloody building. I guess he doesn't trust Cas. It seems that marriage is going swimmingly."

"Okay, well," Dean looked over at his brother. He shrugged his shoulders slightly, figuring if Crowley was dumb enough to keep the three of you in the same building, unlike what he was told from their phone conversation, this might be easier than they originally planned. "Get us close as you can."

"Sure." Balthazar agreed. "But then you're on your own."

The Winchesters weren't strangers to facing an amount of demons that left them at as the outnumbered party. They were prepared for whatever Crowley tried to throw their way in order to rescue you and the Braden family alive. However adding another member to the team would be helpful, as they were always used to working with a third member, but they would handle the situation with just the two of them. The boys thought it was just going to be them trying to solve this problem while Bobby was away chasing down another lead. They weren't expecting tonight was a knock on the front door, even right after the plan they were discussing.

Considering the circumstances over the past few days, it didn't come as such a shock when they saw Josh standing on the porch. Unlike last night, the man wasn't here to confess more about the mess he helped create. Instead he wanted to fix it before it could grow worse. Josh stood with his hands in his pockets and a guilty, but serious expression on his face when the brothers answered the door. He waited a moment if either one of them were going to slam the door or punch him in his face. The boys didn’t. They wondered what he could possibly want.

“Look, you have every right to be pissed off at me and slam the door in my face. But before you do, let me start off by apologizing.” Josh spoke up first. He took his hands out of his pockets and raised his arms to show the boys he came in peace. Neither one of them changed their blank expressions as they listened to what the man had to say. “I’ve been thinking about this situation again and again...And you’re right. I don’t know what’s good for Y/N. Hell, I don’t know anything about this crap. I just wanted to help her. I didn't mean to drag all of you into this mess."

Josh wasn’t sure what he should have expected when he tried to ask for forgiveness from the two men that were your best friends, too. They were the people who knew the real you. Much as he wanted to get to know the different side of you, there was still so much more to learn. The Winchesters didn’t say much of anything. He swallowed slightly as he continued on. “If there’s anything I can do to make this situation better, I’ll do it. I swear. Just let me help."

Dean considered the offer for a moment as he eyed the man for a moment. “Y/N mentioned that your dad was apart of the Marines, right?”

"Yeah. Half of my family's war veterans. My great grandfather fought in the first world war, grandfather in the second and my dad in the Vietnam war. I’m not a stranger to a gun, if that’s what you really want to know.” Josh said, having a slight hint to what the older Winchester might be asking. "My dad got me one when I was ten. Learned how to shoot in my backyard. Mom was pissed. And I also learned pretty quickly how to throw a punch. My dad's friends were all ex-Marines. They had a few sons that followed in their footsteps. A few of them liked to try and kick my ass. You learn how to defend yourself.”

Sam felt a little hesitant about all of this when he figured out what his brother was trying to do. He thought about the idea of having another pair of hands as backup with them. Josh might not have experience like they had, but he did come from a family with rich military background. But he wasn't convinced just yet. "You know how to conduct an exorcism?"

"Forwards and backwards. All fifty words are burned in the back of my brain. Thanks to Y/N. Along with how to properly draw a devil's trap and throw a gnarly right hook. Also," Josh pulled down the collar of his shirt he was wearing to reveal a familiar looking tattoo on his chest. It was the anti-possession symbol. "She convinced me to get one...after last time."

Dean let out a sigh as he took a step backwards and opened up the door wider for Josh. Before the man could take one step inside, he pointed his finger at the man. "I'm gonna warn you now, you screw this up—even the slightest—and I’ll kill you myself. Got it?” Dean warned the man. He stared at the older Winchester and nodded his head. Dean rolled his eyes. “All right. Get your ass in here. We still got a lot to cover.”

+ + +

The fight was always stacked against their favor but the Winchesters felt confident about this one with another player on their team. Josh had proven himself useful in more just his book intelligence when he properly loaded up a gun Dean handed him as his first test. He managed to load the chamber into the gun in record timing and took a few tries to get back into the routine of what it was like to shoot off a gun before taking down every target Dean set up for the man outside when he dedicated a few minutes to see what Josh was capable of. The man also recited the exorcism spell in perfect Latin as he shot off each round to prove himself.

It was still a risk bringing him along, but Josh promised that he would stay out of the way and keep a low profile. Whatever they needed him for, he would do it. If he learned anything from his father about the Marines, it was that you never leave a fellow brother behind. The boys packed up everything they would need and armed Josh with a flask, a shotgun full of rocksalt and a few other necessities one might need on this fight ahead. Balthazar kept his promise by helping the brothers and Josh into getting to the outskirts of the location, the rest would be up to them.

Josh was feeling nervous—the kind where he felt a little lightheaded, but yet, at the same time, he was thrilled at the chance of redeeming himself. He could finally undo all the things that he wrongfully did that landed all of you here. He settled with the idea that if he got you back alive then it meant his grandparents would be good as dead. Josh mentally prepared himself for that outcome if this were to backfire in his face. They were older and had experienced life. He knew once his grandmother passed away his grandfather would be next to go. Josh had a feeling they had settled with the idea that their time on earth was nearing an end. But you had so much more to offer to this world and the darkness that lurked in the shadows.

The three men weren't sure what to except from the hideout Crowley was using to stash away you and the Braden family. All they knew that every floor of this place was bound to be crawling with demons, Dean counted one in particular would be there as well. He was hoping she would be there. Balthazar managed to get the men from Bobby’s kitchen and to the alley behind the abandoned warehouse building in the matter of seconds. Josh tried his hardest to hide his sheer amazement at how everything changed around him. The feeling didn’t last very long when he spotted the eerie looking building just ahead. He swallowed slightly as fear crept up on him.  

“Alright, boys, this is where I get off.” Balthazar said. “God be with you and what have you.”

Balthazar parted ways with the Winchesters and their friend after giving them some encouraging words of advice for whatever that was waiting for them inside. Josh mentally prepared himself for the trouble that was about to unfold as he adjusted the shotgun he was instructed to carry and only shoot at the people who were charging after him with black eyes. The boys were ready for their first obstacle when they heard through the silence and quiet rain of a door opening not too far away from where they stood. Dean made sure to give Josh a warning to stay quiet and behind them, but also cautious for what he might need to do if duty calls.

The demon that made this mistake of stepping out from the building helped the Winchesters out in knowing there was a way of slipping into the building without much trouble. While they still had to figure out how many demons were still inside, they focused on taking the first one down and heading inside to see how bad it was. As the demon made his way down the ramp to inspect the alley outside, he didn't notice a stranger coming up from behind until it was too late. Dean took his opportunity when the son of a bitch faced him, and without hesitance, shoved the knife right into his stomach. Dean grabbed ahold of the dead body that started to slump forward and balanced him on the iron railing where, down below, Sam and Josh worked together in disposing the body onto the ground with a quiet thud.

Josh stepped back from the dead body he just witnessed get stabbed to death by a knife that he knew not only killed the demon, but the man he was possessing as well. Dean wiped the blade clean off on his jeans and was about to head inside. However he found himself looking down below at Josh to see how he was handling witnessing his first murder. The man stared at the body with almost a blank expression o n his face. “Look, we got a lot of ground to cover—”

"I'm not squeamish. I've been around dead bodies before. This is nothing compared to how my parents' bodies looked after the car accident. And my grandfather had his leg blown off in the second war. Told me all sorts of stories and showed me pictures—awful things that makes this look like a walk in the park. I'm not a coward." Josh defend himself with whatever sort of judgement the older Winchester was thinking. He looked up at the man and gave him a serious expression. "Like you said, there's a lot of ground to cover. Let's go."

Dean didn't miss a beat when he figured that Josh might have the stomach for this kind of stuff, after all. His brother and Josh followed behind when he made his way to the entrance. Sam opened the door the demon had came out from and took a quick sweep of the surroundings before slipping himself inside, Dean going in after as Josh followed behind, making sure to close the door quietly behind him to keep the element of surprise. The three men wandered inside to see they didn’t have many options of where to go next. Josh noticed there was a path leading forward and another that took someone down a right hall. The rest of the building was fenced in, leaving him trapped. But it wasn’t like he wanted to skip out. He was here because he wanted to make sure you were all right. No demon was going to stand in his way.

“All right,” Dean decided which way he was going as he took a step forward to the right. Before he departed ways, he looked at his brother and to Josh. He nodded his head at the other man for what he was about to embark on. “Be careful.”

Josh watched as the older Winchester began on his own journey down the hall. Before he could watch him disappear from his sight, he turned his attention over to Sam, who directed for him to follow behind as the both of them went down the hall that look like it had been abandoned for a decade. For a moment, as Josh wandered down the empty warehouse halls, he felt like he was in a horror movie. He looked over his shoulder each time he swore he heard something off. But he reminded himself that he needed to stay focused. This wasn’t the time to be afraid of every little noise that was probably just the wind. It was a stormy and rather cold night, a perfect setting for what he was witnessing unfold in front of his very eyes.

Josh continued walking through the building with Sam, feeling like the both of them worked quite well as a team from the way they maneuvered together cautiously down the empty halls. Both of them had each other’s backs if a demon tried to pull a stunt. Josh channeled all those war stories his father and grandfather used to tell him about combat. He pretended that he was one of them. He might not grown up like a soldier like the Winchesters, but he had it in his blood. He remembered the important rule his grandfather drilled in his head about relationships.

The bond you share with your brothers was stronger than an army full of soldiers coming after you. His grandfather proudly admitted to taking down ten Nazis with a buddy of his all on their own. He said it was all about strategy, patience and the element of surprise when you pull the trigger and land a bullet in Nazi scums’ brains. His army friend had time to develop a strategy with his grandfather, the both of them could communicate without even speaking a word. Josh and Sam didn’t have that bond quite yet. And while the both of them had remained cautious, even the best soldier can get jumped by the enemy.

Sam was the one who stopped dead in his tracks for a moment when he heard something like a metal pipe falling in the near distance. Both men pointed their guns in the direction of where the heard the noise come from. Neither one of them made a move as they scanned the area in the dim lighting of what they had, wondering if they could spot a stranger in the distance, guessing it might have been a demon who made that noise. Unless it was some kind of animal that might have accidentally knocked down a rusty pipe or something.

Josh slowly took a step forward to try and see if he could make out might have been the one. He looked best as he could for only a few seconds before letting out a faint sigh, presuming that it was just some sort of animal. Josh turned around to face the younger Winchester to shake his head. Only he noticed someone jumping down from the piping above, a perfect spot he would have never guessed to inspect for people to hide. Josh opened his mouth to warn Sam about the demon that was about to attack him. He quickly aimed his gun to shoot him, but it was too late for the both of them. Josh felt a sudden pain rush through his head, all before his sight turned into darkness.

+ + +

You didn't know how long you've been stuck in this chair, handcuffed with a throbbing hand from what she did to you. You couldn't describe what the feeling was like. It was like you were missing something every time you wiggled your fingers. You tried to examine the wound best as you could, but your right eye was nearly swollen shut from how hard one of those demons punched you to keep you quiet when you started asking too many question about where Lisa and Ben were. He told you to worry about yourself than that bitch and brat. Trouble was coming your way. And it came in the form of the black eyed bitch that cut off your damn finger.

Everyone always wondered what it would be like to see an exact carbon copy of themselves. You were one of the lucky ones that had friends who liked to make sure that every single detail was right. She might have looked like you, but you knew the soul in her body was the rotten side you had tried so hard to wash away. You did everything in your power to hold her down and keep her hidden from the light and put her back where she belonged. You wanted nothing more than to be human. And while it took a few trips to hell, selling your soul to a demon and losing a friendship with an angel to get you to this point. You suddenly regretted everything you wanted.

She was the reason why you were in this position, handcuffed to a metal chair with your ass feeling like it had fallen asleep and legs turned numb while every breath you tried to inhale felt like your lungs were being punctured. That might have been due to the fact that she made sure to crack a rib or two after brutally beaten you while she went on about the story of how she kidnapped Lisa and Ben. She reminisced about how she got under Dean’s skin when he grabbed your finger from her pocket. The smile of amusement that crossed her face when she told him about how you wanted to get married to him. And that little story she made up—something about you being pregnant. She laughed and said, “You had to be there. It was hilarious.”

It was your natural instinct to tell her to go screw herself where the sun didn’t shine and pretend that what she was doing to you didn’t hurt. But this was different from being tortured in hell. You couldn’t slip away from the pain. She made sure you felt every punch and kick whenever you tried to threaten her. You should have learned your lesson when you told her that you were going to kill her. She responded with a smile and a quiet chuckle at how hard you were trying to remain strong. Only she was the one who had the power here, and she made sure to show you how strong she really was.

While you recovered from a punch to the stomach that knocked out the wind from your lungs, she pulled out a set of keys from her pocket, freeing your left hand from the cuffs. You had little time to realize what she was doing to fight back. She grabbed your arm, and with both of her hands wrapped around the limb, she snapped it like a turkey bone, causing a nasty breaking sound to echo through the room and a pain you hadn’t felt in a long time. A scream of pain from the unexpected attack escaped your throat, giving her the reaction she wanted. She wanted nothing more than to see you in pain, for you to understand she was the one in charge here.

She watched as you attempted to brush off the pain like it was nothing, but she could see the tears forming in your eyes as you tried to inhale deep breaths, trying to ignore the broken ribs to care for your arm. She crouched down so she was at your level with her hands wrapped around the armrest of where your right arm remained. She bent over slightly to make sure you heard her. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Y/N. You don’t want me to break your other one, now do you? ‘Cause this party's just getting started.”

You winced in pain when you felt her lightly pat your bruised cheek as she chuckled to herself before pushing herself back up to her feet. You tried your hardest to ignore the different aches and pain rushing through your body as you shut your eyes for a moment as a pair of footsteps entered the room.  She left you alone to figure out why one of the demons that were supposed to be doing their job of keeping an eye out for unwanted trespassers. You could only hear the sound of hushed whispers among the two. And while he sounded slightly nervous, you could see the smile on her face when she let out a quiet chuckle.

“Let 'em have his little fun." She whispered to the other demon, making sure her voice was loud enough for you to overhear. “I already have a backup planned setup. Ain’t nobody making it out of here alive, that’s for damn sure.”

+ + +

Josh wouldn’t consider himself a very claustrophobic person. He handled tight spaces well like the rest of the human population. But he wasn’t sure how to handle the kind of circumstances he woke up to with a throbbing pain in the back of his head, reminding him quickly what had lead him to this. He woke up face down on the ground, the concrete underneath him cushioned by what felt to be wet leaves that started to soak through his clothes. Josh tried his hardest to sit up straight, but considering his height, he banged his head on top of the ceiling of his what felt to be confinements, making his headache grow even worse.

Josh couldn’t see much of anything except for a slit of light coming from a crack on the floor. He felt around at his surroundings to see he didn’t have much room, just a foot to move his feet and only a few inches above his head to lay. Josh managed to move himself slightly so he was now lying on his back. He tried to keep himself calm as he tried to feel around for something that felt like a door—something that those demons used to put him in here.

His first instinct was to feel around at where the light was coming from. He felt metal against his skin, but no sort of handle to show that it was a door. Josh swallowed as he lightly banged on the metal door, wondering how tough it was. Perhaps he could try and kick it down. Most of this place was rusty and falling apart. He gave the metal a good knock, admitting an echo through the air. Josh suddenly regretted his move when he suddenly heard the sounds of what might have been footsteps as the light began to shift, signaling there was someone outside. He quieted his breathing as he waited for his punishment to come…

“Josh?”

“Sam?” Josh expected a lot of things to happen tonight, but he found himself thrown through a loop when he heard the younger Winchester’s voice coming from just outside. He wondered for a moment if he had been captured, too. “Are you okay?”

Josh gotten his answer when he was told to back away best as he could for what was about to happen next. He wasn’t sure what it was, but the sound of a gun going off made him nearly jump right out of his skin. Josh heard the sounds of shuffling feet and a metal hitting the ground. A few seconds later he was blinded by the dull light that entered the small confinements that he had woken up in just a few minutes prior. Josh adjusted his eyes to see that it was Sam with an arm outstretched for him to take a gun in the other. He didn't question why as he got himself out of the coffin like space and back up to his feet.

The first thing Josh noticed was how his clothes stuck to his body from the wet grounds. But he felt the discomfort become overshadowed when he saw Dean with a woman he had never seen before and a kid that looked to be no older than twelve. This must have been Lisa and Ben he heard. He winched slightly when he saw Lisa lying in Dean’s arms, a blood stain in her stomach. He was afraid to ask what happened, so he focused on the task of trying to figure out where you were in the small crowd of people. Josh looked everywhere, but you were not to be seen.

“Where’s Y/N?” Josh asked, ignoring the fact there was an unconscious woman in Dean's arms that appeared like she needed medical attention. He didn’t think about that. All he could wonder was where the hell you were. He looked at the brothers and asked again, “Where the hell is she?”

"We don't know. She's still in here somewhere. But Lisa needs to get to a hospital. Sam, take her." Dean instructed for his brother to carry the woman as he handed her off gently as he could so he couldn’t cause her more pain than he already inflicted. "Josh, go with them. Find them a ride and get the hell out of here."

"No." Josh shot down the idea. Dean didn't hesitate to give him a threatening glare when he tried to change his plans. "I'm going with you."

Dean was too on edge to disagree with the plan. He rolled his eyes and grunted in agreement. There was still hope that all of this could be fixed if Sam bolted out of here with the Braden family. He looked down at Ben, who was still holding the shotgun, remaining brave, even after all the circumstances he had been through. Dean stepped forward and placed a hand on the young man’s shoulder and gave it a tight squeeze.

“Everything’s gonna be fine. I promise. Sam’s gonna make sure you and your mom get out of here.” Dean reassured Ben. He tried his hardest to put on a smile, even though in the back of his mind there was still someone that he cared about in here. “I’ll be back soon as I can.”

Ben was too young to understand what was going on and the circumstances that were happening. His expression was hurt when he realized that Dean wasn't coming with them, but he took a page of the Winchester book, he swallowed down his emotions and nodded his head. He knew that no matter what happened his mother would always be second best. Nobody would ever matter much as stupid Y/N did. Ben remembered what he said back when he tried to get him and his mom back in the same room again.

“Sometimes dead is better. And if Y/N was dead, maybe you could stay.” Ben still felt the same way about the situation. But he didn’t dare breathe a word about this. He followed behind Sam when the both of them started to make their journey out of the building and to the hospital after finding a car. What he was most worried about was making sure that his mom was all right.

Dean felt guilty for abandoning Ben and his brother at a time like this. But there was still another person he cared and loved deeply in this building. And there was nobody that was going to stand in his way, not even that bitch. Josh and Dean had never really seen eye to eye before on a lot of things. They fought on a few occasions and already claimed to do the right thing in your honor. This time, when it really mattered the most, the both of them pushed their personal differences aside for the common good of getting you out of here alive.

Oddly enough, the two men worked quite well together as a team as they both took down the remaining amount of demons that were still crawling around here while they scoured the entire building for some sort of trace to point them in the direction of where you were. But there wasn’t much to go on. Dean was starting to lose hope that Balthazar was right about you being here. It seemed like Crowley might not have been bluffing about making this harder than he thought. As he started to lose hope, he heard the softest noise coming from down the hall he and Josh were occupying after taking down a few demons. Both of them figured it wouldn’t hurt to investigate.

You were alone once again after she drifted off somewhere else for a short while. It was a relief and yet a curse. Before she left you alone she made sure to handcuff your arm back up, acting like she hadn't snapped the bone in half like it was nothing. You had no way of escaping if you wanted to. Every part of you ached. The idea of moving made you feel sick to your stomach, or maybe that was the dehydration you felt along with the hunger pains from being neglected of the things you needed to survive. You sniffled as you involuntarily inhaled yet another breath.

Part of you wanted to give into the urge of crying from the pain that you were in from your throbbing head and jaw, all the way down to your legs that you couldn't feel anymore. What really made you feel the worst was your missing finger, the one she mercilessly cut off and paraded around like it was some kind of toy. It was gone forever. You knew if you ever made it out of here alive, if there was a chance that the boys figured out where you and the Braden family were, you were never going to be the same. You let out a sigh as you shut the one eye that you could, feeling defeated at how all of this was turning out.

Right as you were about to give up on all of this, life always had a funny way of improving before it could get worse. You felt someone ever so lightly touch your shoulder, breaking you out of the thoughts that were clouding your mind. You slowly opened up your eyes to see a face that you thought that you might never see again. The ends of your lips stretched into a smile as you opened your mouth to speak Dean's name, but the action made you wince in pain, the bruising around your jaw was too much at once. He felt overwhelmed with happiness at the sight of you. But you could see the horror in his eyes when he inspected the damage that was done.

“What the actual hell?” You were greeted by another voice that you weren't expecting to hear. It was of a face that part of you didn’t want to ever see again. Because he was partially the reason why you were here in the first place. But Josh Carver was a man nobody couldn’t stay mad at for too long. His intentions were pure, and like you and the Winchesters, he made a mistake he was trying his hardest to fix. He reached a hand inside his pocket and gave you a small smile. You could see that he was trying his hardest to remain calm, even though he knew deep down Josh was blaming all of this on himself. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. We got you.”

"Two handsome men to my rescue. What a sight to see." You couldn’t move your jaw all that well, but you managed to speak without moving your mouth too much. Never in a million years would you have expected to see Josh and Dean in the same room without wanting to rip each other's throats out. Now the both of them worked together to get your hands free from the cuffs that kept you restrained. You looked around the room best as you could, trying to hide the pain when you moved. “Guys, she’s—”

“We know. But we gotta get you out of here first. Hey, help her—” Dean instructed for Josh to try and help you up to your feet by balancing one side and him with the other. He touched your left arm in attempting to do so. But all he managed to do when he touched you made a muffled cry of pain escape you as he flinched slightly, swearing he felt something hard and slightly sharp poke him through the fabric of your jacket.

Dean refrained himself from swearing when he realized what it might have been, a broken bone that pierced the skin. He noticed that you could move your right arm when you cradled a fist into your palm and attempted to stay quiet. Dean nodded for Josh to take your good arm and wrap it around his shoulder. Josh attempted to do so as he bent down slightly to get a good grip around your waist to balance your weight on his own. But even touching that area caused you even more immense pain from the look that crossed your face.

“It hurts.” You couldn’t help yourself but whine at the excruciating pain you felt from the slightest pressure put on your rib cage. There wasn’t an ounce of self control in you anymore when you felt hot tears starting to roll down your cheeks, feeling like you couldn’t take much of this. “Dean, I can’t—”

"Hey, hey. Sweetheart—look at me." Dean cut you off before you could claim that you couldn't go any further. He crouched down at your level and forced you to stare at him directly in the eye. "It hurts. I know it does. But we gotta get you out of here and to a hospital. And the only we can do that is if you get yourself up to your feet. That's all you gotta do. Okay?"

Every fiber of you wanted nothing more than to have one of them whack you against your skull so they could just carry you out of here. But you reminded yourself that you’ve been through worst pain before. You inhaled a deep breath and nodded your head, showing Dean that you could do this. You looked over at Josh and extended your right arm so you could let him attempt to help carry you again. It took a few tries before you managed to get yourself up to a standing position after you managed to get the feeling in your legs back again.

You sucked down every sort of curse word and insult at the tip of your tongue at how much pain you were putting yourself through. The three of you managed to make it all the way across the room with no sort of trouble. The possibility of escape without much trouble crossed your mind. You wondered if she ran off when things started to get tense. Whatever sort of tricks she had up her sleeves were no match for the Winchesters. However the wishful thinking wasn't the case when you saw the bitch appear out of thin air, blocking the one exit that you needed to get the hell out of here. Dean stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the demon with those black eyes and a smirk he wanted to punch right off her face.

“Leaving so soon, boys? But you just got here.” She said. Her tone of voice mocked a saddened one when she realized what you were trying to do. “Y/N and I were starting to have fun. You should really join us.”

Dean pretended to think for a moment about the idea of sticking around in this mold infested place and being tortured by the demon who put all of this elaborate plan together. She raised her brow slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest. The hunter took it as an opportunity to take his chance. You watched as Dean lunged forward with the knife in attempt to take down the demon once and for all. But you should have known she would have seen that coming.

It all happened so fast. You felt Josh's grip around your body disappeared and replaced by the brutal force of concrete against your backside when she pinned you against the wall. You withered in pain at how the act not only knocked the air out of your lungs, but sped up your heartbeat, making breathing even worse. You forced yourself to manage the pain as you slowly opened your eyes to see what was going on. You spotted the demon knife was just a few feet from your reach. but Dean was nowhere to be seen. Your eyes darted around the room until you spotted him and Josh just across the room, her back turned to you. You could just see the smile on her face when she let out a sigh and placed her hands on her hips.

“This is nice, isn’t it? All of us together in one room. I'd apologize for the obstacles I put you boys through to get you here, but you can't be too safe these days. There's a lot of psychos just wanting to hurt people. " She said, the remark causing a smile to spread at the ends of her lips. The two men didn’t find it amusing as she had. The demon peered down at the two men for a moment as she began wondering what she could do. "Too bad Sammy's not here. It would make my life a lot easier. I mean, I got a laundry list of people I need to check off. Starting with you three chuckle heads.” Dean tried his hardest to somehow break free from the hold she had on him and Josh. But he knew it was no use. He was like a fly trapped in a spider’s web, watching as the black widow crept closer to him with all intentions of eating him alive. “Get in line, princess.” Dean said. “You ain’t—” "I'm the only one that matters. 'Cause after I get with you three I'm going straight after Sammy, then your little slut and her bastard child. And that's just the beginning, baby." She said. She cuff off the Winchester from speaking by squeezing her fist to stop the air supply from his lungs. She watched him struggle as she continued talking. "Then when all of you are out of my way, I'm going after the big dogs. Crowley and Castiel will never see it coming. They're too worried about finding Purgatory to watch their backs.”

You swallowed slightly as you watched her movements. She was too focused on hearing herself talk, she didn't notice when you started to slowly inch yourself over to the knife. Much as it caused you pain to move, it was the only option you had left. "Those idiots think if they can get away with what they did to me, they've got another thing coming. Those souls are mine. I worked my ass off for them. And I had to be trapped with that thing for decades. Three freaking decades with her behind the wheel and ruin everything I’ve always wanted.”

You pressed your back against the wall when you watched her look over her shoulder to give you a look of disgust before turning her attention back over the two men. "Being trapped in your own body? It's worse than hell. But thanks to you idiots, I’m free. And I'm not gonna stand back and watch those idiots ruin the one thing Lucifer promised me. If Raphael wants a rematch, fine. I'll kick his ass. I'll show this world how it was supposed to be. I'll be the new bloody Devil—"

There was one thing that you and the demon side of yourself had in common and it was control. The both of you always wanted to have whatever you were up against in your favor. You couldn't tell how many times you tried to solve a problem by taking it on as your own and ignoring help from others. It was how you landed yourself in this situation in the first place. She was exactly everything you hated about yourself—controlling, vicious, power hungry, always wanting things she couldn't have. And it seemed fitting that it was you who plunged the knife into her back, taking her by complete and total surprise. Because if there was one thing you loved about yourself, it was defying people's expectations.

You stood behind her with a smirk of your own on your lips when you looked down to see the blade was peaking out of her stomach. For a moment you forgot about the pain as you enjoyed this victory. The moment you had been waiting for since you learned about how your mother sold her soul to have a child, about being a half demon and fighting constantly to be yourself. You ripped the knife out and watched as she still stood there, shock crossing her face from what you did. Blood began to slowly trickle out of her wound, but she made no effort to stop it.

"The only person who's dying tonight is you." You hissed at her. "Say hi to Lucifer in hell for me, you bitch. ‘Cause that’s where you’re going.”

You finished what you started by shoving the knife into her heart, watching as the woman who looked like you—but carried everything you hated about yourself—stared at you with a scared expression from what you did. It was her turn to feel the torture and the agonizing pain. You stepped back and watched as she fell to the ground, the expression forever frozen on her face.

Silence fell between the three of you as all of you stared at the dead body that laid on the floor. You heard the sound of your own shallow breathing and your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Slowly, you moved your gaze away from the body and to Dean, who seemed even more surprised at what had unfolded. You found yourself suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to cry. It wasn't because you were sad, it was the quite opposite. You wanted to cry out of relief because you were happy. You were overwhelmed with what you had accomplished all on your own.

"It's over." You whispered so quietly, you barely heard yourself. You let out a faint laugh, slowly, it grew into a glorious laughter that made your ribs hurt even more. You didn't care. Everything you ever wanted—everything you ever fought for—was here. "Oh my God. It's..."

You wanted to finish what you were saying, but you found yourself suddenly stopping when you felt the pain becoming overwhelming and the ability to breathe becoming harder. The two men were up on their feet when they saw your eyelids suddenly growing heavier as you started to wobble around. Before you could hit the ground, Josh managed to grab you as Dean fetched the demon knife. Both of them didn't waste a second in getting out of here, leaving the body of the demon that you had killed behind.

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Imagine Dean being jealous when you have a date and failing in hiding it.

“Will you just stop that?” Sam's voice laced with annoyance broke the silence that had surrounded the three of them. Well, almost silence if we could exclude Dean's constant foot taping.

“Stop what?” Dean asked in a gruff voice and the only thing Sam did was give him a bitch face.

“You know what.” Sam huffed “That!” he pointed at him and that wa the only moment Dean realized what he was actually doing, a deep frown was still set on his face but much to Sam's liking he stopped tapping his foot.

“Why does it bother you in the first place?” Dean huffed like a little child, crossing his arms over his chest with almost a small pout; making his mother grin softly.

“I don't know- why does it bother you that (Y/n)'s going on a date?” Sam asked back sassily and Dean glared hard at his younger brother. No sooner had he said the words that Dean's foot resumed to the tapping impatiently, making Sam only roll his eyes.

“What does that even mean now?” Dean asked defensively but Sam didn't respond, he only rolled his eyes. He hadn't gotten his brother to confess how he felt about you when he was calm, much less now that jealousy clouded his vision.

Dean pursed his lips as his eyes moved uneasily around the room, every two seconds glancing in the direction he expected you to show up. He huffed and shuffled in his place all the time.

“Seriously Dean!” Sam exclaimed, shutting his book closed “Enough alright!?”

“What's up with you?” Dean gave him a look “Why are you so on edge today?”

“Me? I am on edge!?” Sam rolled his eyes in disbelief “Dude are you kidding me?! You haven't stopped moving and huffing and puffing all the time! You're so jealous but won't even admit it!”

“Wh-what?!” he squeaked out, making Mary giggle at the expression he had on his face “I'm- I'm not jealous!” his voice rose an octave and Mary had to bite her lip to keep herself from straight forward laughing right in his face.

“Dean, sweetie-” she started, her too having realized long ago how much her son was bothered by this date of yours only because it didn't involve him but another man.

“What?! Mom no!” he exclaimed, shaking his head “I'm- I'm not jealous ok? Stop it!” his voice got gruff and he shook his head, not looking at them as his face had started getting all the more red “I'm not jealous.” he grumbled like a little stubborn kid.

“Are you trying to convince us or yourself?” Sam asked with a small smirk and Dean glared hard at his brother, crumbling a piece of paper and throwing it at him.

“Hey kids! Easy!” Mary got stern for a moment.

“Not my fault he's being a bitch!” Dean exclaimed “I didn't even bother him and he-”

“Didn't even what? Dude you've been tapping your foot impatiently for like that past one hour! I couldn't read a fucking sentence or Chuck's sake!” Sam threw his arms in the air “If you are so bothered by her being with someone else then tell her so!”

“I'm not fucking bothered Sam!”

“Really?” Sam raised his eyebrows “Because last time you saw the guy you almost pulled a gun on him.”

“Well, it's not my fault he was walking in the darkness like some thief. Besides, what could he be doing here at such a time of the night?”

“I don't know, probably spend the night with his girlfriend or something? You're a grown man, Dean, you know how it goes.” Sam said with a smirk that only got bigger once he saw Dean's anger rise.

“Shut up.” he growled, not really angry at him but at the man that lately had taken the empty place in your bed he usually liked to occupy when using your friendship and movie-nights as an excuse.

“Alright- that's enough.” Mary pursed her lips “Dean-” she turned to her oldest son, giving him a soft smile “There's nothing wrong with that, you know it right?”

“Damn it mom-” he rolled his eyes “I told you I'm not jealous!”

“Of course you're not, just like you have no reason to be upset in the first place because you and (Y/n) are only friends. Aren't you Dean?” Sam asked, the I-told-you-so look written all over his face.

“Shut up.” Dean grumbled, not looking at his brother. He knew that Sam was right but it wasn't that which bothered him-but the words that were a fact. You were only friends, sure best friends and had a kind of bond that could not be described, but despite everything he couldn't tell you who to date or not. He didn't have a say in your love life, much to his disappointment.

“Right, of course you wouldn't answer that.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Will you stop it?” he asked in a low voice, more serious now and finally looking at him.

“Dean” Mary spoke more softly, not teasing Dean the way the younger Winchester was “If you really are bothered by this-then why don't you do something to change it?”

“What do you mean?” he frowned and she smiled at him. She had not been around for as long as Sam had, or you and Cas for that matter but from the very first moments- hell, from the moment he saw you and Dean interact when he came to the bunker she was absolutely sure about one thing that came to her older son: he was utterly and hopelessly in love with you.

But that didn't mean it was easy. She knew that as much as Dean loved you he was still willing to sacrifice everything, including his happiness, to make sure you were alright and out of harm's way. It seemed to be a Winchester thing, reminding Mary so much of her own husband. And as that he was now willing to stand by and let you be with another man only because he wasn't a hunter and could offer you a better – according to him – life, even if in the meanwhile his jealousy would eat him alive.

“You know very well what I mean Dean.” she shook her head softly “Maybe she is oblivious to what is going on but- you can't fool me. I know you like the back of my hand and this- it's hurting you, Dean. More than it's making you jealous.”

“I'm not jealous mom.” Dean huffed and Sam scoffed loudly.

“That's what he calls being annoyed even by the guy's name. Not jealous.”

“I don't get annoyed at the mere mention of his name!” Dean defended.

“Really? Because I think I remember someone that looked an awful lot like you sitting in that very same place saying 'Shannon? Seriously where did she find that guy? And that name? Hell, Shannon and a drummer? I can only imagine what a douche he can be! Tattoos everywhere, rolling through town no strings attached dude!' Unless of course it was ashapeshifter and I didn't realize it.” Sam said matter-of-factly with a smirk mocking him by repeating what Dean had said just three months ago, and Dean growled, rolling his eyes.

“Point is-” Mary intervened, giving a stern look to the younger Winchester “If you don't like this then- you can change it. Just talk to (Y/n), tell her everything. And above all what you feel, trust me you're not going to regret it. Come on Dean, don't let her go out tonight. Talk to her, tell her everything Dean.”

Dean opened his mouth to speak but he didn't have the chance to as you walked in and interrupted them “So?” you asked with a nervous smile and the moment Dean took a look at you he felt all air get knocked out of his lungs.

“What do you think?” you fidgeted nervously with your hands as they all took a look at you. You hadn't done anything special, simple make up, simple hairstyle and a pretty floral dress on giving all kinds of summer vibes as it left your arms and legs on full display. It wasn't something you usually went for and not something he was used to seeing you in but god was it a pleasant surprise and change.

Sadly it wasn't for him.

“You're... wow.” Dean breathed out and felt his heart leap to his throat once he saw your smile widen and your eyes sparkle with happiness.

“You look amazing (Y/n).” Sam said sweetly.

“Really?” you breathed out “I mean it's not something I really wear but-” you bit your lip “I just wanted to give it a try and... yeah.” you laughed nervously and before he could realize it Dean was up on his feet and walking to you.

“Sweetheart-” he cupped your face with both his hands “You're stunning.” he whispered with adoration written all over his face “He- He's the luckiest man on Earth to be with a woman like you.”

“You think so?” you smiled but still frowned at the expression on his face.

“Absolutely”

And although he had plenty of time to speak, he didn't. He didn't say anything, instead only watched as he came and picked you up and tried to force a smile on his face. He tried to be happy for you but despite his jealousy there was still something else in his chest holding him back. Pure pain.

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Cas x Reader Warnings: Self doubt talk, Dean being awesome, language, some angst Summary: reader is having a rough week, Cas unknowingly hurts her feelings.

This was written for or Kas’ 2.5k dialogue challenge @kas-not-cas

I chose Prompt: #17 with Cas, “I’m sure that sounded different in your head, but please don’t ever say that again.”

Word Count: 1.9K

The past few days had been extremely exhausting to say the least. A shape shifter had taken you hostage for twelve hours, causing all kinds of havoc while wearing a replica of your meat suit. Luckily the guys figured it out pretty quickly, rescuing you from the cage he had locked you up in.

In the same week, Sam found a case which sounded like some vamps. This one should have been an easy, stop, drop and roll kinda situation until you got knocked out during the nest raid and Sam and Dean had to save your ass again.

Normally, things like this didn’t happen to you. This feeling that you weren’t cut out for this life anymore just kept stalking you but the boys could always find away to pull you out of a funk.

You were hanging out with Sam, Dean and Cas in the War room. Laughter flowed from all of you as everyone ragged on each about their screw ups over the years.

“Oh God, Sam, I had forgotten about that. Seriously, Dean wear a fucking condom next time.” You chuckled about the Amazon case.

“Whatever, at least I didn’t get myself seduced by that werewolf or a demon.” Dean joked about his brother’s past relationships.

The jokes kept flying most of the evening, you had finished half a twelve pack when the conversation had hit a lull and everyone sat back and enjoyed the silence.

A few minutes past when the very stoic Cas filled the air with his thoughts, “Women are the fairer sex, correct?”

“Yes, Cas, that’s how we’re perceived.” You took a large swallow of beer.

“Is it not foolish for women to become hunters? Men are stronger than women and most monsters are stronger than men so a female hunter is at an even greater disadvantage. Women shouldn’t be hunters in that regard.” The boys jaws dropped at Cas’ words waiting for you to react.

You stood up, trying not to loose your cool with the inept angel and cut him off before he said anything else to piss be you off,

“I’m sure that sounded different in your head, but please don’t ever say that again.“

With that you left the table and went to your room.

“What the hell, man?” Dean fussed at Cas.

“I was simply stating an observation that perplexes me.” Cas tried to explain.

Sam sat up in his chair, “It’s true most women aren’t as strong as men are but that is why women hunters are so much braver than us.”

“Exactly!” Dean interjected, “Shit Cas, (Y/N) is so strong. She kicks our asses all the time when we spar. She is probably better at research than Sam is.“

“Hey!” Sam called out.

“Dude, it’s true.“ He responded to Sam’s objection, “Since, she has been hunting with us, our jobs have gotten a hell of a lot easier. Women open up to her and men tell her things when she flirts with them that Sam and I just can’t pry out people. She means so much to this team and then you tell her she shouldn’t hunt because she isn’t as physically strong as a guy is. You get your ass in there and fix this.” Dean went off on Cas.

Cas cautiously knocked on the door, “Go away!” You yelled.

“(Y/N)” Cas said quietly as he opened the door.

“Castiel, what part of go away don’t you understand.” You spat as you wiped tears from your eyes while sitting up on the bed with your legs crossed.

“Are you crying?” He asked as he came towards you.

“No, I’m not.” lying to yourself and him.

“I see your tears. Are you crying because of me?” Cas inquired sitting next to you on the bed.

He caught you, so you should just be honest, “Yes and no, Cas. It’s just, I had a hard week and then what you said was very hurtful.” You spelled it out for him knowing it’s difficult for him to gage people’s emotions.

“I didn’t mean to be hurtful. I wasn’t implying that you aren’t good at what you do. I was only trying to state a fact but then Dean helped me to understand that a hunter’s value is not solely based on their physical strength.”

“He did.” You sniffed and looked at him with hopefully eyes.

He surrounded you with his arms, “Yes, he did. You’re smart, brave, and very strong. I am sorry for hurting you.”

You breathed in his warm smell as you nuzzled into his neck. “Cas, it’s ok.”

“It’s not. Your are my friend and I should have never said that. You are very important to this team and to me.” He pulled from his embrace and looked you directly in your eyes. “How can I help fix this?”

“Just stay with me, Cas.” your eyes pleaded with him as you placed your hand on his knee. His warm body pressed against yours and his kind thoughtful apology swirled your emotions for Cas. He was amazingly handsome and you really just needed to be comforted.

“I will stay with you as long as you need.” He rubbed your arm.

He was being so sweet and your hand almost involuntarily moved to his face. “I just need some comfort. Can you do that?”

His deep blue eyes nodded before his lips pressed tenderly against yours bordering on hesitant, unsure if that is what you really meant. He broke away from the kiss, “Was that ok?” He asked.

“Yes, Cas that was ok. Do want to continue?” Your voice was sultry trying to assess his level of interest.

“I would love to continue.” He wiped a tear that formed at the corner of your eye. He kissed you again still gentle with almost feather like touches to your face. It felt like he didn’t want to break you but in that moment that’s what you needed. You both laid back on the bed feeling him cuddle you to his toasty body. The kissing stopped, his arms enveloped you even more as you interlocked your legs to his. Within minutes you were asleep but Cas kept holding you.

Sam and Dean decided they were going to check up on you since you and Cas never returned. When they opened the door they saw you almost curled up in a ball around Cas with the angel’s arms encircled around you. Cas’ head moved from the pillow and signaled them to be quiet and to go away.

“Cas, who was that?” You asked still groggy from your nap.

“Just the guys.” He responded.

“Oh” you weren’t sure what think. You mind was jumbled, you shouldn’t be in bed with Cas, you shouldn’t have kissed him either and now the guys knew that you probably had a moment with him. “You should go, Cas.”

“If that’s what you want?” It should have been a statement but he posed it the form of a question.

“Not really. I don’t want you to leave me.” You protested your own suggestion.

“Then I won’t. Are you worried about us or what the guys will think?” Cas inquired.

“I know it sounds silly but yes. I’ve never kissed either of them or even wanted to kiss them. Now, I feel like I’m going to ruin everything.“ The tears started to form again.

He cupped your face, “(Y/N), look at me. You are not going to ruin anything. Don’t worry about them, they’ll understand.” He shifted his body weight, his thick thigh pressed into your core, his lips collided into yours, now with greater passion and weight behind them. His lips were delicious and tasted like honey and hops. They glided down over your jawline as he whispered kisses into your neck. You giggled as his stubble tickled a sensitive patch of skin. You ran your hand through his hair, his fingers traced down your body to your waist as your legs widened allowing him full access. You moaned feeling his clothed hardened cock against your sex.

“You are so beautiful but you’re vulnerable right now and if you only want me for comfort, I will be here for you. I just don’t want to take advantage of you.” He confessed.

You thought about it. You were almost happy that Cas stopped you, if you and Cas became lovers tonight, you would always be lovers or former lovers and no matter how you cut it and that would change everything. “I do want you, Cas.”

“Do you just want me tonight or something more permanent?” He kissed you, feeling his whole body move on top of you, he grunted a little as his hips made a slow circle into you.

“I want this to be more.” You whispered afraid to say it too loud. He moved from on top of you. You whined in disbelief, “Did I say something wrong?”

“No,” his kisses were more gentle like earlier, “I want to take you out, spend more time with you. I care for you greatly.”

“You do?” You thoughts ran wild, how could he actually like you.

“Yes, I have for awhile. Would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?” He asked.

A smile spread across your face as you drew your swollen bottom lip inward gently bitting it. “Yeah, Cas, I want to go out with you.”

“Good then, I should probably go now.” He kissed your forehead.

“You don’t have to leave. You could hold me if you want.” You voice was still needy. He agreed removing his suit jacket and trench coat and pressed his chest to your back.

When you woke the next morning, Cas had snuck out of your room. You shuffled down the hall towards the kitchen, Sam greeted you while you made yourself a cup of coffee.

“So how are you and Cas?” Sam questioned.

“A lot better.” You smiled.

“I’m glad.” He informed you.

Sam and you were always able to sit in silence and it not be akward. He never forced you to talk even though you wanted to but you didn’t know where to start. How do you tell your best guy friend that you kissed an angel last night but sometimes fate is funny.

”(Y/N), Sam” Dean’s voice brought you out of your own head, “y'all in here?”

“Yeah, we are.” Sam called out.

You started smiling as soon as you saw Cas walk through the doorway with Dean. “We are going on a supply run, you need anything?” Dean asked. You pointed to the list of the fridge. “Got it!”

Cas walked over and leaned in giving you a sweet peck on the lips, “We shouldn’t be too late. I can’t wait to take you out tonight.” You watched both Sam and Dean’s reactions as he pulled away realizing that Cas hadn’t mentioned anything to Dean either.

“Me too.” You grinned, “What time should I be ready?”

“Is seven ok?” His lips ghosted over top of yours.

“Seven is wonderful.” You kissed him back.

As they left, you heard Dean giving Cas a hard time, “Dude, why didn’t you tell me?” You chuckled to yourself.

“So just better?” Sam raised his eyebrows as he asked you.

“Ok we are better than better.” You simply couldn’t stop smiling or thinking about Cas. This was going to be the best date ever.

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A Broken Leg and a Kiss

Request: Hey, can you do a fic with samxreader where sbe breaks gernleg on a hunt and after knowing eachother for 3 years, Sam finally confesses his love for her? (Omg thank you!!! 😍)

Warning: Injured reader, fluffy ending

 “Unf.” You grunted, leaping over the dead oak tree that was lying on the dark, rich soil. You ran and ran, heart beating rapidly and adrenaline pumping through your veins as you tried to out run the speedy Wendigo. It was pitch black outside, the moon providing very little light to the forest. The Winchesters were nowhere in sight, though you heard a sudden pop!of a bullet. The creature let out a blood-curdling scream, quickly, you picked up the pace, exhaling quite violently. You dodged trees, rocks, anything that was in your path. You’re a hunter, prepared for anything…except for that hill. “Ahhhh!!” You screamed as you fumbled over the slippery leaves, rolling down the hill before you. Your body settled as you reached the bottom of the hill. You sat up, fists clenched, digging your nails into your palms, eyes tightly shut as the salty water slowly dripped from them. “SAM!!!…..DEAN!!!!” You wailed, voice cracking. You heard the rustle of leaves as they floated down to you, covering your body, something was coming and you prayed it wasn’t the Wendigo. “Y/N!” Dean panted, catching his breath. You looked up to meet the two brothers approaching you with concerned faces. “C'mon, we gotta get you outta here.” Sam soothed, sliding his knife into his denim pocket. “Wh-what about the Wendigo?” You questioned with a quivering lip. “Taken care of,” Dean answered, taking Sammy’s supplies and lugging it over his shoulder. That’s when you realized what was happening. Sam was about to pick you up and you were pretty sure your leg was broken, This can’t be good, you thought. Sam scooped your body off the ground before you could protest. You bit your lip and tugged on his collar in pain. “Sam! My leg! I-I think it’s broken.” You blurted out. “Sorry.” He replied, offering you a small, gentle, sympathetic smile. The boys led you to the backseat of the Impala, Sam, cautiously laying you down, careful not to hurt you. Dean started the car, as it roared to life. Sam slid in the backseat with you and slammed the door shut, signaling Dean to drive away.

 Sam stumbled into the musty motel room, making his way over to the bed. He laid you down carefully onto the soft fabric. He hovered over your body and broke his gaze from your eyes to Dean handing him a red plastic Emergency kit. His huge hands opened the small kit and started working on cleaning your delicate leg.Dean sat down in front of your damaged leg, making the bed sink in. Sam crawled over and sat by your side as he held your shaky hand. You gave him a small smile and shot a look at Dean when you felt his warm hands wrap around your broken leg. “What are you doing?” You asked nervously. “Don’t get scared but, I have to pop it back in place,” Dean explained. You threw your head back on the pillow and squeezed Sam’s hand. Sam responded with a soft brush of his thumb over your hand. “Alright kiddo, sorry I gotta do this to ya’ but get ready, cause it’s gonna hurt,” Dean promised. You snapped your eyes shut and took hold of Sam’s hand but to your surprise, he let go. You opened your eyes to see Sam smash his lips into yours, just as you felt a sharp pop of your bone. Dean was right, you thought. Your yelp was muffled in Sam’s soft lips, quickly forgetting about your injured leg. He slowly let go and opened his eyes to see you and Dean completely shocked.

 “Well, I’ll just leave you guys…to it.” Dean chuckled as he gave a hard pat to Sam’s shoulder and went out the door. You stared at the flushed Winchester, waiting patiently for an explanation. “Y/n… I’m sorry…I was hoping it relieved some of the pain…well, if I’m being honest… I like you like I really like you and I’m not sure if you feel the same way but I feel like this is something you should know.” He confessed, placing his large hand on the back of his neck. You stayed silent for a bit, gathering what was now revealed to you. You always liked the taller Winchester but you convinced yourself that it would never work out, so you bottled up your feelings and hid them far, far away. You brought your mind back to reality and looked up at the nervous man in front of you. “Sam,” you whispered. He tilted his head up, raising his eyebrows at you. You didn’t know what to say, of course, you felt the same, but how can you get your mouth to say it. “Of course!” You blurted out. Sam tilted his head like your friendly angel Cas. “Um, I mean…I really like you too.” You admitted in an unfortunately cheesy way. Sam flashed you a smile and gave you a peck on the lips. “Ugh, are you guys dating now?” Dean grumbled making the two of you giggle like little kids.

 I hoped you guys liked this one, sorry I haven’t been writing in a while but I’m back on track so please PLEASE  send in more requests. I’m working on my last request so stay tuned ;) xoxo - Kat

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Why I ship crowcifer, and why everyone should acknowledge it .

I come here to talk about a very underrated ship . It’s called crowcifer, aka the ship between the archangel lucifer and everyone’s favorite king of hell , Crowley. If you’re already bored please consider staying for this post is also gonna have proof on why I think they loved each other .

Now this concept might be really weird for you since oh you know lucifer beat Crowley , humiliated him , ‘killed him ‘ , and was the ultimate cause of Crowley’s death . But let me just explain the situation here .

Mr. devil was angry that A demon helped put him in the cage , and tried to kill him simply because he wanted the throne , or that’s what lucifer thought . But also he was a little impressed at the fact that Crowley was smart enough to know he hated their kind and was coming for them next . And when he got to see them again he was angry at him . So this little demon was what wanted to kill him ? He honestly thought that was ridiculous.

I’m going to start from Crowley’s side . So basically In his fandom wiki page it says that he was impressed and even inspired by some of lucifers work . He was only caging him to save himself , and not because he despised him . But then lucifer came out and had to ruin everything . Crowley could have simply put lucifer back in the cage for he would’ve been tortured worse than this , but he decided to “ make it personal “ . And as Crowley said : “ it is personal “ . He humiliated him and well Crowley got what he wanted back from him , and after that why did Crowley not send luci back ? I mean he got everything he wanted from the devil so why keep him around without even harming him physically like lucifer did to him ? Because Crowley actually cared and lucifer was the only one to at least try and pretend to listen to his rants . He sometimes would even respond too .

There are a few similarities between these too .

First of all , underneath all these layers they put up , they’re just too huge , adorable and misunderstood softies . So that’s good for both .

This isn’t a similarity but we all notice that lucifer doesn’t have the brightest of mind really . And Crowley’s strength obviously doesn’t exceed lucifers , but his smarts do . So it’s like together they are the brain ( Crowley ) and the strength ( lucifer ) = evil power couple .

This isn’t a similarity either but I know that lucifer could’ve talked to Crowley and understood why for all the questions he had . But lucifer being himself didn’t do it , since he doesn’t really like that talking style . I really wish that next season they make lucifer realize why Crowley had the throne . Lucifer also could’ve tried and converted Crowley to his side .

They’re both mistreated and they always get what they don’t deserve.

They just wanna be loved , nothing more .

Both hate demons

Both are very narcissistic

Now this one is a problem. Both of them hate to have control taken away from them , and that is their biggest problem. The only reason Crowley took the throne was because he didn’t wanna be controlled by someone else . He wants his free will . And lucifer hates to be controlled so he rebelled .

And let’s be honest if we take out lucifers brothers , and the Winchester’s , he’s most likely to date a demon . And kind of the only decent demon left is Crowley . Crowley is of course unique in his eyes for he isn’t really scared of him unless in a situation he doesn’t have control . Crowley is actually quite daring and ‘rude’ to him . So he is unique. Unique is what lucifer wants . He is quite obviously impressed that with Crowley’s smarts . But why does being unique matter ? Well always in love stories you choose the person who is unique in your eyes . Like , hannigram , for instance will saw Hannibal as the only person who could understand him and see trough him . Hannibal saw will as someone who saw him too : “ I let you see me “ . Johnlock too , Sherlock is different from everybody else , therefor he is unique, John was the only one who liked Sherlock and didnt think he was a So called freak . Again unique .

These were what I had . Now the proof to why I think lucifer also loves Crowley :

Lucifer's side

1 - Lucifer could've just exploded Crowley, why did he decide to stab him ? Well it might have been because he thought he deserved a painful death for what he did . But that doesn't seem right to me . I think it's because he knew . Think about it , Lucifer created demons . He should know how they die . I mean when he was king , did he never see a demon stab another one ? Also remember In season 5 when he killed so many demons for death ? Yeah he knows how they die .

2- angels can see demons true forms or whatever. So why couldn't Lucifer see that the vessel was empty ?

3- also , he scratched Crowley's nose and when he pushed him , he wasn't looking at him . Why so ? He isn't that dumb , he knows Crowley is very smart and can escape . So why look at some other worthless demon and smile ? Because he knew . I honestly think that was a warning . He was letting Crowley live . He was telling him : " run . Run and never come back . For I may loose my temper and actually kill you "

4- Lucifer felt excited when Crowley came back . First off , he knew he didn't mess up and Crowley actually lived up to his expectations. Second , he was happy to have someone who could bare him at least a bit .

5- you can glimpse him frowning for a second as Crowley confesses his " hate " for Lucifer . But then immediately he goes back to smirking

6- when Crowley committed suicide, he was confused but sad . How so ? You may ask . Well , Lucifer looked down at his body as it hit the floor . So ? sam and dean did too . Yeah but Lucifer looked at him , with a frown on his face . Looking down on someone he hates ? Someone who humiliated him ? He didn't even look at cas when he fell down and that's his brother . He continued looking at him even when cas walked in . He couldn't hear the screams from dean as he called out to

Cas , he couldn't hear cas stepping towards him or sam dragging dean out . He was shocked and sad . Guilt ringing through this veins . But then he suddenly broke out of his trance just to look at cas with a sad / confused look on his face . Then cas stabs him , and he gets angry because how dare he , but also at himself for letting Crowley go . He's confused and hurt .

7- if this was anyone else , Lucifer would probably shrug , confused and walk over the body , if not on the body itself . Then attempt to kill sam and dean so he can see his son . He really wanted him right ?

8- everything hit him at once ( just like us ) he got out and killed cas , pretending that that incident with Crowley wasn't real . When he was thrown back he screamed at Mary . His son and the loss of Crowley angered him even more .

9- do you think lucifer is really that dumb ? That dumb to walk up to Crowley and see his unmoving , not even attempting to escape or move body and think “ yeah sure that looks legit , tots what Crowley would do “ . I’m sorry to bring it to you but he isn’t that dumb .

10- he waits and looks at him for a while before he stabs him . And after he stabs him he checks again . Almost as if he’s checking to see if he fucked up or nah .

11- he even tried to talk to Crowley at some point . ( oh there was gun , scene thingy ) That part where he told him he couldn’t believe that he was still getting played supposedly. Which tells he cares and wanted Crowley to join his side but crowls quickly shuts him up . Also the fact that he said “ I know that look “ means that lucifer knows him better than we thought he did .

It’s simple really . Crowley got what he wanted , he wiped that smug grin of his face . You may say yeah he did , In the end of the episode . That is true but you know what’s even more true ? He wiped it right then and there too . Right when he killed himself lucifer was no longer smirking or smiling . So if you would accept this ship and reblog this to prove crowcifer deserves a chance that would be nice . Until next time , hunters .

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Heaven’s Comfort Part 4

Cas x Reader; with Sam & Dean Word Count: 3,477 Fluff, some angst, Summary: Cas joins Sam, Dean and Reader on a hunt for a curse object at a library.  Cas continues to slowly bond/romance the reader.

Catch up:  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Sam stepped in the shower as you placed your foot on the bath rug before hopping out of the tub. You put on your black undergarments before stepping out of the steamy bathroom. As you were towel drying your hair, you asked Cas and Dean, “What are y'all talking about?” Cas watched your pale, toned thighs sway as you walked across the room, he stuttered, “Well umm…” “We were just talking about the case.” Dean interjected trying to save his best friend from an awkward conversation that he wasn’t ready for. You knew that Dean was lying, by now, you knew all of his tells. “Oh great!” You said sarcastically, Cas wouldn’t catch on but Dean did, “last night before I went to sleep I found a locator spell.” You threw you towel in the chair and pulled the book off the table and showed it to them. “I think it could work but it’s a little more complex than what I am used to, so it’s a good thing you’re home with us Cas.” His normally intense blue eyes went soft when you said the word home, remembering his words to you last night.

“You know what that means.”  Dean looked at you, “(Y/N/N), you got to librarian up again and we gotta get the stuff you need to do the spell. I am not interested in being here any longer than we have to.” Dean told you. Cas observed you prepping to go back under cover. He walked over to you and stated, “I have never seen you wear this much makeup. You seem very good at it. Did you used to do this a lot before?” You remembered for a second, this was your old routine, you smiled at him in the mirror and replied, “Yeah, Cas, at least five days a week. I had to if I wanted to be taken seriously.” Now that your hair was only slightly damp, you flipped it over and started to blow out your normally curly wavy hair with a rounded boar bristle brush. When you were done Cas told you, “I think I like your curls better.” Both boys were in the back of the room listening to your conversation, they glanced at each other and smirked. “I like them too. I promise it’s part of the look.” You told him. “Dude, she’ll look good.” Dean said. “Oh, I am sure of that. (Y/N) is very physically attractive.” Replying to Dean’s comment. You knew you were blushing but the heavy makeup was covering most of it, you were never so thankful to be wearing that much make up. Dean knew you were trying not laugh then his smart ass looked at in the mirror and shrugged. You had to compose yourself and get back to the task at hand. You pulled back the top half of your hair in a simple silver colored barrette and then quickly put in a few strategic spiral curls in your long hair. Today, you opted for pants and a low pair of heels, as you knew there was a high possibility that you might have to run. Once you were done dressing, you looked in the long mirror on the back of the closet door to make sure you were perfect. “See I told you, Cas, she is hot!” Dean proclaimed. You picked up your glasses on the vanity, shaking your head, and in a pious voice you said, “Dean, the idea is to look studious and polished.” As you slid your silver framed glasses on nose just trying to be silly. “I think you look lovely, (Y/N).” Cas said as he took your hands and looked deep in your eyes, it was like he was claiming you. This morning, he smelled of sandalwood and musk, God, it was so sexy. You thought he would kiss you then and there, you wanted him to, you were feeling yourself almost tremble. You then remembered that you weren’t alone and you didn’t want your first kiss with Cas to be in front of the boys. Sam finally broke the minute long silence in the room, “So, what do we need for this spell?” You broke your eye and hand contact with Cas, “Look,“ pointing to the spell book on the table, “I think we have most everything, we just need a few herbs, and something to enchant.” “What are you thinking about enchanting?” Sam questioned. “Maybe my glasses, like we used when hunted the hell hounds.” You quickly replied. “You think we can make enough for four pairs of glasses?” Sam asked, “If all of us have a pair, we can find the cursed object faster.” “Sure, I think we can.” “Alright lets do this!” Dean said excitedly.

Sam and Dean got the easy run and only had to go to the local drug store and pick up some weak strength reading glasses. You and Cas had to find a local Wiccan shop that would sell to hunters. You found a small shop on the far side of the main street that had the Hunter’s marking and picked up dandelion, mugwort, angelica root, and fenugreek seeds. Everyone met back at the hotel, you and Cas made the alter and you carefully mixed the ingredients in a brass bowl. You started chant in Latin over the glasses.

Adiuva nos inveniret obiectum quod cupio. te suprema salus. Nobis auxilium tuum a nunc. Haec atque delectet totems quaeramus.

You chanted three times, before the glasses shook slightly. You knew that it worked. You grabbed for a pair and tried them on, everything was duller than normal until you turned to Cas, he glowed so bright, he was still in his form but it looked like there were thousands of tiny light bulbs turned on under his skin, “Whoa!” you exclaimed. “Guys, guys you gotta see Cas!” Both men rushed to pick up a pair and looked at Cas, “Dude, this is awesome!” Dean said almost giddy. “Good job (Y/N)!” Sam said gently slapping you on the shoulder. “So maybe these can be used to find all things magical?” You asked rhetorically. “Wouldn’t that be awesome!” you were immediately glad that you enchanted the cheap reading glasses and not your actual glasses because this was really trippy.

Everyone loaded into the Impala and drove to library. When you arrived, you had to sweet talk a little old librarian lady that you had met her the other day, “Your back!” Mrs. Watson said, she seemed so happy to see you. “Yes, yes we are and we brought our supervisor this time.” you pointed to Cas, “He was real interested in what we had told him here.” “What did you tell him?” She inquired. You assured her that everything was fine and that this library was doing a great job. You felt awful lying to her, Mrs. Watson, she reminded you so much of Ms. Stuart, a dear sweet lady, who at the age of six introduced you to the love of the written word. Ms. Stuart and you became close, she was almost your second mother and she was also the reason you wanted to become a librarian as well. You wanted to inspire children the way Ms. Stuart did you. Lying to nice people was one aspect of the job that you hated. “He’s attractive.” Mrs. Watson said as she looked over at Cas. “He reminds me of an old boyfriend from many, many years ago.” “Why yes-yes, he is very attractive.” You smiled bright breaking character as you turned your head to get a better look at Cas. He was wearing a pair of thick black glasses that somehow made him even more adorable than normal. Your first thought was that you really wanted to play bad teacher and naughty student with him. Her words brought you out of your day dream. “Are you two an item?” She asked. You whispered, “We’ve been talking a lot actually.” Oh well, you were now totally out of character, and you were smiling from ear to ear, with Mrs. Watson you were just too women gossiping about men. “Good for you dear,” she reached out and touched your hand, looking you dead in the eye, her blue eyes were wise, but hopeful, “don’t let him get away.” “I don’t plan on it.” You responded still smiling, you noticing Cas was signaling you. “We will be here for awhile; I’ll see you on the way out.” The team regrouped, and fanned out around the library. This place was large, it had three floors with beautiful ivory columns, you loved this place and just wanted to stay for hours, hell days or weeks, and just to read volume after volume. You and Sam went left and Dean and Cas went right, this was pretty normal Sam had always been your hunting buddy. You were walking through the stacks with Sam by your side, “So you and Cas looked like things were good.” Sam commented. “We’ve always been good but yeah I think we are getting somewhere. I assumed you guys talked to him?” You questioned. “Yeah, we did.” He said with a nervous laugh. “Come on. And?” you quickly swatted at him in a playful manner. “He’s just a little scared, that’s all. He thinks you’re great.” His words comforted you about the new relationship. “Oh I can see that. I am actually pretty terrified too.” You confessed as you dragged your hand down the spines of the books on the aisle. “You’re scared too?” “Yeah, he is an angel and it isn’t like what we are doing or well ‘not doing’ is accepted with other angels.” It was kind of nice to know that you two were in the same place with your feelings. It made sense that he wasn’t making the move now. “I am ok with waiting until he’s ready. Yeah, I want to be with him but I’m not going to push it. It has to be right, you know.” “Yeah, I know.” Sam agreed. Another fifteen minutes past, finally Sam saw something on a far back shelf. He called you over, the book was glowing dull yellow, you both confirmed this was the object. “I’ll text Dean, and we can meet them outside in ten.” Sam told you. You reached into your purse and put on a pair of rubber gloves. You gently pulled a beautifully ornate book off the shelf. As you opened up the book, you noticed that on the inside cover it said from the ‘Personal Collection of Jeffrey J. Marshall’, the pages were made out of incredibly thin vellum and it smelled like old leather. At that moment, it broke your heart, this book must be destroyed. Dammit, why couldn’t this just be a ghost hunt. This book didn’t do anything to deserve this. Yes, you knew it was crazy to personify a book but it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt you in your core. You loved books and this one was gorgeous and should be preserved not destroyed. Tears started to well up in your eyes. “You ok?” Sam asked with concern in his voice “I will be.” You said wiping the corners of your eyes. You knew that this book wasn’t more important than a person’s life. You ripped out any censors or identifiers off of the book and slipped it into your bag. Sam sped off causally trying not to bring attention to himself. You walked by Mrs. Watson’s desk and told her, “It was a pleasure meeting you. My associates and I are leaving now.” “Remember what I said, I have a feeling that he’s a keeper.” “Yes, ma'am.” you replied smiling to yourself. The team met back a at the car, “What was that about?” Dean asked. “Oh nothing, she’s just nice.” You explained. “You know you don’t make friends with people we’re trying to con.” Dean reminded you. “Yes, Dean, I know.” you said agitatedly.

Everyone got in the Impala, and drove away from the library. “So I was thinking, is there away that we could un-curse, you know, de-curse this book?” You asked the whole team. “It’s best if we destroy it, you know that.” Dean reiterated. Sam turned around in the front seat of the car to look at you, “(Y/N/N), look, Dean is right. I hate the idea too but it’s better this way.” You saw his compassion peering though his soulful hazel eyes, you could tell that he was upset for you. Cas stayed silent and just interlocked his fingers into to yours. He didn’t have to talk, just him being there for you was enough. Dean pulled into a field, Sam grabbed an old trash can, and lighter fluid from the truck. After putting the gloves back on, you gently placed the book in the trash can; Sam poured the lighter fluid and lit a match. Watching the book burn, conjured images from Fahrenheit 451 and the Nazis burning mounds of books in WWII. You pulled Cas into an embrace and buried your face into his lapel. He gently wrapped one arm around your waist and started to stoke your hair with the other. The fire burned out and you put on the magically enchanted reading glasses, the book didn’t glow anymore. “You ok, sweetheart?” Dean asked. You let go of Cas and now hugged Dean. He tightly gripped you, your feet almost came off of the ground. “I didn’t think I would care so much.” Dean kissed the top of your head, “It’s like if someone hurt baby, it hurts me too. Books were your life, I get it. You did the right thing but the right thing, well, it sucks.” Dean could always break things down into such simple terms. “Yeah it sucks!” You chuckled to yourself. “Hey, how about we give the book a proper burial, would that make you feel better?” You gazed into the sincerity of his deep green eyes. You nodded and wiped your eyes, you had black eye liner on your hand, and you remembered, you had a ton of make up on and now you probably looked like a wreck. Could this day get any worse. Sam dug a small two foot hole and you poured the ashes in. As Sam replaced the dirt on top, as you recited.

cessat eruditionis habes sequens cognitionem totius vitae

Which is loosely translated into, ‘learning doesn’t stop here; knowledge is pursued your whole life.’ Ms. Stuart used to tell you that and you used to recite it to the kids that came to your library. Back in the car, Cas was still holding your hand, while you tried to fix your make up. Looking towards the road, Sam said, “When we get back to the bunker, let’s try and find a spell to de-curse an item. So we don’t have to do this again.” You placed your hand on his shoulder and looked at him through the rear view mirror, “Yeah, that would be a good idea.” Dean drove Cas back to his car. The Winchesters convinced you to drive back home with Cas. Sam and Cas loaded your bags into the trunk of Cas’ golden beast, “Hey don’t listen to us,” Sam whispered to Cas, “just take it slow with her, she is as scared as you are. You will know when the time is right.” “Thank you Sam, I can always rely on your council.” Cas replied with a smile.

You hopped into the pimp mobile, you had always thought it was the oddest choice for an angel of the Lord, until recently. It was a sturdy, large and comfortable car that had been impeccably maintained; Dean had been showing Cas the fine art of being an auto mechanic. You had always imagined that Castiel’s wings shimmered, and maybe the golden color of the Mark V reminded him of all the things he had lost. This car, to you, was the best representation for his wings. Sitting next to Cas in the Continental was probably the safest place in the world next to the bunker. He was listening to Christian radio, that amazing pimp sound system was completely lost in him. You liked some of the songs and it was a change from the normal classic rock Dean always made you endure. A half an hour past in most complete silence, except for the radio being on low, “Thank you for riding with me, (Y/N). I would have worried about you if you had gone with the guys. When you are sad, it makes me sad too.“ “Cas that is real sweet.” you reached to place your hand over his on the steering wheel. “I don’t know why I get so emotional sometimes? Dean would say it is because I am a girl.” Cas moved his right hand off the wheel and cupped your palm inside his gently laying them on the car’s leather seat. “I feel that since you are female, you may be more in tune to your body and your emotions.” You were about to get mad and spit back some feminist bullshit but… “You don’t hold your emotions back the way Sam and Dean do and that is a good thing. I also feel that you being female only plays a small role in your emotional status, my opinion is you still remember what it feels like before you became a hunter. You still have your compassion, and caring for others. You’re the best of us. Sam, Dean and I have lied to each other and caused so many issues. (Y/N/N),“ he took his eyes off the road and looked at you, his baby blues almost haunting,” you have done nothing but be honest and take care of us since you joined the family.” You were about to cry, that was one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to you. “Cas, hon, thank you!” You sniffled holding back tears as you kissed his hand. “Are you crying?” Cas asked. “They’re happy tears, I promise.” Almost sobbing. He changed the topic, “Will you tell me about your library? And about old life? I want to know more about who you were.” He asked. You talked for hours. You told him about the first time you met Ms. Stuart, your first kiss when you were fourteen in the very back of the library with Joey Adams, your after school job restocking the book shelves when you were sixteen, and how proud Ms. Stuart was when she retired and the County named you as her successor. Cas told you about his old battle stories when being an angel was just about following orders. He saw a sign for food in two miles and asked “I didn’t see you eat today. Are you hungry?” All you had was a piece of hard candy and a cup of black coffee, “Yeah, I am starving. I hope we can find a place that serves breakfast 24 hours. I really want pancakes!” “I always forget that humans require food to sustain themselves.” He said. “It’s ok, Cas, I should have told you that I didn’t eat. Should we tell the guys we are stopping?” You asked him as he turned on the exit. “Dean passed us a long time ago. I doubt he will want to turn around to join us.” Cas informed you. “Oh well, I’ll just let them know not to worry about us.” Castiel pulled into a small diner, it was about 3:30 in the afternoon. You and Cas were the youngest in there by at least thirty years. You chuckled to yourself wondering, if Cas could get the senior discount on the early bird special since he was the oldest being in the diner. The two of you sat, talked and you ordered a huge plate of blueberry pancakes and Cas ordered a BLT with fries. You considered asking if this was a date. The old you would have been disappointed if this was your first date, she would have expected roses, wine, candlelight, but you were pretty happy with flap jacks, fluorescent lighting, and a handsome angel who called you ‘home.’ Leaving the diner, Cas placed his hand on the small of your back guiding you through the door. Immediately, he laced his fingers in yours and walked you to the car. He stopped next to the Continental and looked deep in your eyes, “You are very important to me. May I stay with you tonight? I know you are doing better but…” He said meekly now looking at his shoes. “Cas, yes, you don’t have to ask. I want you near me.” Your words were strategic, not sure how he would react to anything more. Cas lifted your chin with his left hand and gently placed a tender kiss on your cheek.

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