#cas' journey to human

[angelsdean]

i'll be honest, i truly do not understand when people get all up in arms whenever anyone involved with spn describes cas's love for dean as beyond the human understanding of love, as if there haven't been posts made on here for years by fans literally describing cas's love for dean / destiel's love as akin to worship, a powerful force greater than god, cosmic, all encompassing, profound, etc etc. i thought the outrage was silly when jensen expressed the idea of cas's love being more than romantic back in denver con 2021 and i think it's silly now with these bedlund tweets. not to mention being more than and beyond something imo means it encompasses the romantic AND more. it's romantic, it's platonic, it's cosmic, it's worship, it's everything. and i think that's beautiful. and yes, it's exactly what their love is. a huge profound force that changed the narrative, that wasn't meant to be there, that kept breaking through anyway.

and i understand what people are saying about this language being used for a queer ship etc etc, but like, there's nothing inherently wrong or negating their love in saying that it's a greater love. if anything i think it's saying, hey, see these two? yea their love is bigger than what we can even comprehend. idk i'm just going to continue to take these statements in good faith. and also, until the reboot happens, they can't really say more about destiel beyond the bounds of the confession. jensen, bedlund, misha, etc can't speak to dean's feelings, for instance, or confirm anything one way or another, because if those feelings are a major plot point to be explored and acknowledged in the continuation then to speak about them now with any kind of definitive statement would be spoiling / jumping the gun, and it's not their place to make those statements yet, if we are indeed going to see more of dean and cas's story in the future (which i mean, at this point based on their statements about the reboot it's really a When not If situation).

[hajihiko]

you read homestuck?? u seem like the type to have Opinions on dirk and/or dave /lh

Dirk was done fucking dirty by the narrative post-epilogue and I'm never gonna stop being angry about it

[shallowrambles]

5x21 freeform rambling; that old "purity" complex again...

Pure = poughkeepsie

There's something jarring in Pestilence and the camera sort-of implying that Dean is driven by simple rules. Pestilence even steps on his fingers in a way similar to the image of cutting of the fingers off the Four Horsemen.

Dean is always fighting for and against becoming the "pure, good righteous soldier." (Despite the widespread applause of Dean being "a righteous man," for me RIGHTEOUS is also one of those Poughkeepsie terms, and almost never associated with good, not truly.)

Whether or not Dean succeeds in casting off the good soldier label and casting off the soothing feelings of "pure places" depends on his psychological wounds of the moment, really.

And yet...despite AIMING for the cold perfection of angels and Purgatory, he can't help but embody humanity.

Dean is fallible. He's wrong. He's weak.

He's violent and hypocritical at turns throughout the duration of the series, taking hard lines against loved ones: locking them away for their own good/detox, and hard stances against only the demons they choose to trust. Then getting mad when they later do the same to him. (Yes, even Sam in season 8-10; when you get down to it objectively, he's doing to Dean as Dean and Bobby did to him. Helping his family as he learned from his family helping him.)

As audience, we get really mad at Sam, because we just "trust Dean's judgment" more than we do Sam's. Uncomfortably though, the bones of it--that is, the structural components are indeed Sam going through the same motions of "not trusting your monster friend even though he/she saved your life and earned your trust in The War (hi Ruby)" AND "locking you up/detoxing you for your own good." That's just skeletal. IMHO, Dean made his own bed a little bit here, TBH.

In season 15, he even says: "I'm working with a demon. Again. You'd think I'd learn." (It's frustrating to watch him not learn. And yet, he's blown up over Sam and Cas repeatedly for doing the same thing. It's Different (TM) when it's Dean choosing to trust demons. It’s Different when Dean is the one running away/abandoning the Cause.

Dean's demons are lovable and trustworthy (even when they ofc they aren't; we see Crowley kill a crowd of innocent queer lovers as late as season 11, just to make a phone call; we see him let Lucifer out for the sole purpose of having a personal WMD).

Anyway, Dean is messy. He's human. He makes the wrong choices as often as any of the other characters. And he can be righteously self-destructive about it.

The "testing" characters like Pestilence, Lucifer want to tempt our mains to fall into despair and hopelessness.

But some of us keep the hope burning, even when the character has messed up really, really bad and made a bunch of wrong choices. And that's what I like the best!

I feel like Cas embodies this resilience so well!

Dean does keep trying. So does the rest of TFW.

[gayangelcrimes]

Listened to a song and now I MUST draw dta cas

[deancashorrorfest]

We're Baaack... And Bigger than Ever

Come one, come all to the third year of Dean🔪Cas Horrorfest! We've got ghouls and gore, gays and theys! Cannibalism as far as the eye can see! Truly a feast for the senses.

This year I tasked these horrific creatures with a reverse round and they really ate the competition. Below the cut, you'll find things beyond any human comprehension.. Viewer beware, you're in for a scare.

Any Way That You Want Me | M | 10,455 It should have been a cake walk. Get in, investigate the haunted house, and figure out where to dig, salt and burn. But when Cas somehow gets cursed - trapped inside the house's mirrors - Dean finds himself in a race against time. Each day Cas' strength is fading. It's up to Dean to find a solution by digging through the house and the belongings of the former owner.

What he uncovers in the house may change everything. Link to Fic | Link to Art Wicked Muse | E | 15,673 Castiel Novak is a solitary creature. Corporate engineer by day, serial killer by night, and always by himself. Just the way he likes it. Until a new coworker's long, bowed legs, green eyes, and crooked smile catch his eye. He's certain he'll have to kill Dean, at first. He can't afford distractions, living the double life that he does. When the time comes, though, he just can't bring himself to do it. Artistic inspiration, long dormant in Castiel's life, replaces murderous intent.  As his obsession grows, so too does a newfound wish that he could share the deepest, darkest depths of himself with Dean. That Dean would understand, would accept, would even celebrate Castiel's bloody inclinations. But that's absurd. Unthinkable. Dean isn't like that. Is he? Link to Fic | Link to Art Herbicidal | T | 8,249 Dean is settled. His relationship with Cas is going strong, he has a place to call home, and his biggest problems are run-of-the-mill cases and unruly teenagers who think they know everything there is to hunting. Hell, he even plays with the thought of retiring. But then something starts killing people left and right in Lebanon, and Dean and Cas are faced with a case and a foe they have no idea what to do about. Link to Fic | Link to Art Oubliettes of Stone and Sky | T | 9,214 Dean is trying to sacrifice himself for his country like any good king would, and Cas has been sent to stop him. Cas has to keep Dean hostage while journeying through a dust storm and a castle with a mummy inside. Dean is waiting for the chance to escape--and Cas is ready to capture him again. Link to Fic | Link to Art Angel in the Ivory Castle | G | 20,074

Castiel's family is royalty in another world that has lived in peace for many years until recently a darkness has started to spread which has slowly overtaken the beautiful green fields they'd once walk through. Creatures have become corrupted, twisted and turned into something grotesque. Castiel was sent to the other world to find the being he is bonded to in which it's been rumored to save their world but in reality they know what's left doesn't look worth the risk. Link to Fic | Link to Art

Dean and Castiel vs. Evil | E | 31,451

Castiel is trying to survive a camping trip in the Appalachians with his annoying fraternity brothers. At a nearby cabin, Dean is trying to clean up the remains of his and Sam’s recent vamp hunt. Both Dean and Castiel wouldn’t mind exploring their mutual attraction.

But there’s a problem: due to a series of misunderstandings, Castiel’s friends are convinced that Dean and Sam are serial killers. The fact that Castiel's friends keep dying in increasingly grisly ways doesn't help matters. Is there really a killer on the loose? And will Dean and Cas ever manage to score some alone time? Link to Fic | Link to Art

Vacation Interrupted | M | 9,158 Dean can’t remember the last time he took a vacation. Fighting monsters is basically all he’s ever known. They’ve defeated Chuck and Dean finally grew a pair and confessed his feelings and Cas reciprocated. The two of them, along with Sam and Eileen, decide to dip their toes in the sand and take a vacation since the world is relatively monster free. Or at least they thought it was until a Kraken decided to ruin their vacation and start killing people, almost taking Dean for its next victim if Castiel didn’t rescue him in time. So much for a relaxing vacation. Link to Fic | Link to Art Communion | E | 53,639

Few areas in the world are subject to the polar night phenomenon, a period where the sun never rises above the horizon.

When Castiel Novak reaches out to the Winchesters for help, convinced that vampires are about to descend upon one such town during the upcoming polar night, the boys head up to Point Hollow, Alaska to clear the nest before night falls.

What was meant to be a three-day stay devolves into sixty-five days of bloodshed and darkness as resources dwindle and bodies start dropping. Overwhelmed by the calculated organization of the creatures and the size of their nest, it quickly becomes clear that there’s more to the ‘vampires’ than initially seemed.

They’re cunning, they’re ancient, and they’re powerful—and they’ll stop at nothing to be satisfied. But between the starving people and starving creatures, Dean manages to find solace in Castiel—who just might be holding a secret himself. A secret that is key to destroying the creatures and their master, once and for all. Link to Fic | Link to Art Romancing the Exit Sign | E | 125,370

A teenage boy is left to die in a shallow grave and something slithers into his bones. Devotees of an ancient god work to bring Her into the world, as with equivalent fanaticism, a man on a mission picks them off one by one. A lonesome drifter crosses paths with a mysterious stranger and finds himself inexorably drawn into the middle of it all.

Dean Winchester is adrift. All he has is his car, the next hunt, and a conversation he doesn’t want to have waiting for him in California. Then a case involving mangled bodies washing up on shore in an idyllic lakeside community puts him on the trail of a man calling himself Castiel, and the dangerous web he’s entangled in. Dean is used to living in a world of monsters, but the End of Days is a little out of his wheelhouse. Especially when his only ally is determined to keep his secrets behind his teeth, even as they draw closer together. Still, he intends to see things through, no matter how dark the path ahead gets.

It’s either that, or call his brother. Link to Fic | Link to Art Survivalism | E | 14,067

Genetic engineers Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester are on the verge of a breakthrough in cancer treatment and possibly even a cure, using genetic manipulation and incredibly, shark DNA.

Following a devastating diagnosis of brain cancer, and amid growing pressure from his boss, Dick Roman, for results, Castiel is pushed to an act of desperation. He tests the cure on himself with disastrous and violent results.

He has never been so hungry. Link to Fic | Link to Art

These Hallways Echo | M | 10,290 Loneliness. Previously, Dean Winchester had thought he knew the definition of the word, the way it felt to be isolated. That was wishful thinking. It’s here and now, in these never-ending corridors of winding walls and this damn carpet with the nauseating pattern, where Dean discovers the true meaning of being alone. Solitary. Detached. The man hears ghosts, echoes of conversations long since over, but there’s nobody for him to speak to. Dean sees the phantoms of late vacationers stepping through doorways or occupying beds but he can never get anybody’s attention. No one stops to hear him. Not a single soul has looked him in the eye or acknowledged that he, too, is trapped here. Caught in this unending hallway where time means nothing and waiting for tomorrow is fruitless. Link to Fic | Link to Art Ground Control to Major Tom | E | 21,506 Dean Winchester dreamed of being a mechanic all his life, but he never thought he would end up working as a mechanic for NASA and going into space. He is thrust into his first ever space mission after a strange lunar body, dubbed Luna-b I, mysteriously appears in Earth’s sky. Teams of astronauts scramble up to the permanent lunar base and begin analysis to determine if the blue orb is any threat to mankind. Most of the first team is sent home after a few months, nearly all of them having fallen ill with devastating cases of space sickness. As time goes on, it becomes clear that something altogether unnatural is going on here. Dean feels like he’s losing his mind as he and his crewmates also begin to succumb to sickness. He races to figure out what could possibly be the root cause. Is Luna-b I really just some weird, deep space rock that got caught in the Moon’s orbit by chance? Or is it something much more sinister, watching and waiting for the opportune moment? Link to Fic | Link to Art The Forgotten Halls | T | 9,337 A long time from now — maybe decades, maybe centuries — there are only the Halls, and the Entity, and the Angel. They exist in harmony, mostly. When an outsider changes their routine, a routine so long-standing that the Angel remembers nothing that had come before it, the disturbance will threaten the fabric of their entire universe. Link to Fic | Link to Art It's Got A Death Curse | E | 19,101 Dean and his friends have been coming to Camp Garrison for years, first as campers, then as counselors. Their last summer together kicks off with a bang when a figure from their dark past reappears and buried secrets from a near-forgotten tragedy threaten to resurface. It only gets worse when a storm rolls in, and the night becomes a gory fight for survival. The camp may not have electricity, but it's got a death curse. Link to Fic | Link to Art ghost, zero, suitcase & the moon | M | 19,433

Dean has always known it was ending. The world, that is. He knew it when he was three, awake and screaming in the middle of the night with the image of fire leaving an afterburn behind his eyelids. He knew it while he learned to ride a bike, while he went to his first school dance, had his first kiss, tipped back his first beer with his dad. He knew it when dad left, too. When Sammy died. When it all began to crumble.

He has always known it was ending. Now he's alone in a cabin somewhere so far north and so far west that he thinks half the continent never knew it existed in the first place, and he's got the same damn nightmares, the same burn behind his eyes, and the sense that ending is a verb that goes on and on into eternity and outside of time. Link to Fic | Link to Art Rosewood | T | 5,099

Dean believes a lot of things.

He believes the manner of his death was decided by his father the very night that yellow-eyed demon ripped his mom away from him.

He believes he’ll die, broken and bloody and alone on a hunt, and anything Cas does only delays the inevitable.

He believes he doesn’t deserve to be saved.

Dean knows Cas will do it anyway.

Months after Mrs. Butters leaves the bunker, intent on finding a home of her own, a peaceful section of pines set deep into the American heartland becomes anything but. Haunted by Purgatory at every turn, and forced to confront the consequences of decades of torture and abandonment at the hands of his predecessors, Dean and Cas set off to solve a string of disappearances in the forest where they stumble across a familiar face -- and an all-too-familiar feeling. Link to Fic | Link to Art MAW | M | 8,575

The world is full of sorrow, of sadness, of pain. The people within it deserve better than what Castiel's father gave them. They deserve peace and contentment, security and love. They deserve a New World.

And there is no safer place than inside Castiel. Link to Fic | Link to Art hold my hand until it bleeds | E | TBD The five years that Alistair did nothing but beat him. The feeling of no longer having skin. The feeling of no longer having flesh. The feeling of being nothing but bone and blood. Link to Fic | Link to Art The Possession of Jimmy Novak | E | 16,952

Dean Winchester was surprised to learn that when his father died, he left behind a beautiful house in the suburbs of Illinois, complete with neighbors who welcomed the newly arrived Dean with casseroles and invitations to join them at church.

It all seemed so very normal.

But there was something about Jimmy Novak that Dean couldn’t put his finger on, something not normal, and when Dean became an unwitting accomplice to Jimmy’s crime he discovered the horrifying truth:

That wasn't Jimmy Novak. Link to Fic | Link to Art It Will Come Back | E | 13,164

Senior Special Agent Castiel Novak and Special Agent Dean Winchester are partners within the FBI's Criminal Investigation Division. For the past several months, they've been investigating a string of murders, all resulting in cold-cases from what they believe to be the same killer. Despite being one of the best minds in his division, Castiel can't find a link between cases, and it's driving him to his wits' end.

As the cases begin to pile up, Castiel's confidence plummets, the chances of catching the killer are growing smaller, and other members of the division are beginning to contribute to Castiel's decreasing faith in his detective skills. As time goes on, Dean is there to help Castiel, but a final case relating to a horror film might be the start of Castiel's unraveling. Link to Fic | Link to Art Someone to Punish Me | E | TBD

Dean's chasing another lead for his old man, this time ending up in Maine, searching for the town of Silent Hill. Residents of nearby Cushing tell him to stop looking, but he can't help it. He's got a job to do, after all. After a resident finally points him in the right direction, Dean finds his way up the mountain to Silent Hill. But there's so much more to the town than John let on. And so much more that Dean needs to learn about himself. Link to Fic (TBD) | Link to Art 1 | Link to Art 2 Night Shift | E | 67, 758

As far as job opportunities go, replacing the previous night guard of fifty years at the Nebraska Museum of Natural History wasn't Dean's first choice, but a job was a job. Especially considering he got fired from his last job and was in need of the money. However, said job proves to be more difficult than described.

Faced with strange events revolving around one of the exhibits he was tasked with guarding, an angel statue that was more than what it seemed to be, he must unravel the mysteries that arise as a result. Why did the angel statue come to life each night? Why did an unknown number keep messaging him the same sequence of numbers? It was a race against the clock and Dean's dwindling sanity to find answers to these mysteries. Link to Fic | Link to Art A Word in the Mists | M | 23,968

Mist as far as the eye can see. A gloomy ocean that seems to swallow up the sunlight like broken dreams. An old, rusty ship that creaks with every inch of movement. And a crew that could compete in an award for grumpiest people alive.

Dean really hates pretty much everything about this case, and would love nothing more than to call it quits and turn this ship around... if there wasn't the little issue of the disappearance of thousands of people across ten different ships on the open sea.

Saving lives is what he does. But he has to question if he isn't doing more harm than good when the disappearances begin on his own ship—and he still hasn't even figured out what kind of monster they're dealing with. Link to Fic | Link to Art Terror As Sharp As Pain | M | 10,815 After Jack brings Cas back from the Empty, everything almost returns to normal. Cas moves into The Bunker, they go back to hunting, and they do not talk about his confession. With the number of hunts dwindling, Team Free Will takes up a case in Derry, Maine, a town terrorized every 27 years by disappearances and violent deaths. Even though the cycle isn't due to repeat for another 19 years, they will have to face fear itself to free the town. Link to Fic | Link to Art no spill blood. | M | 7,217

A witch hunt becomes far more than that when Dean rescues an unassuming, innocent, harmless stranger. But Castiel is more than he seems, and as the lines of their unlikely connection blur, so does the truth. Revenge, plain and simple. Surviving to see it through, not so simple. Link to Fic | Link to Art You can find the complete collection over on Ao3! Happy Haunting, folks! See you next Halloween 👻🎃🤡

[arjwrites]

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SAM WINCHESTER X READER

Close- fluff, fem!reader Summary: Reader breaks her arm on a hunt and needs some somewhat intimate assistance. Who does she ask for help but Sam Winchester, with whom she shares a silent, mutual pining????

Take A Picture, It'll Last Longer- fluff Summary: While hunting with the Winchesters, you had picked up a disposable camera to capture some memories. Each photo represented an important point in your collective journey- all the while, hinting at a budding connection behind the scenes. 

Close Behind- angst, gn!reader Summary: You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to Sam- and that scares the hell out of him. Based on the song “Close Behind” by Noah Kahan. 

Heaven Hellbent- angst, fem!reader Summary: When a hunt goes wrong, Sam discovers a secret you've been keeping for years. Part 1 of the series! DEAN WINCHESTER X READER

Back on the Beach- fluff, angst, gn!reader Summary: Reader and the Winchesters find themselves at the beach for a rare day off after a long string of difficult hunts. Something about the special day changes things forever.

Bless the Broken Road- angst, fem!reader Summary: A glimpse into the broken road that led Dean Winchester to you. Based on "Bless the Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts.

Times You Threatened to Kill Dean Winchester- fluff, angst, gn!reader Summary: A brief account of all the times you wanted to kill a certain hunter.

The Space Between- fluff, a little bit of spice, gn!reader Summary: Reader breaks their arm on a hunt and needs a little assistance. Dean version of Close (Sam x Reader)

In The Stillness- angst, fluff, fem!reader Summary: A glimpse into the ways you've impacted Dean Winchester CASTIEL X READER

Numb- angst, comfort, winchester sister!reader Summary: Reader is Sam and Dean’s sister. After a series of unfortunate events, she finds herself separating from her brothers to deal with her own shit the only way she knows how. Castiel, however, has a few things to say about it. 

Saving Grace | Part 2- gn!reader Summary: Cas is hurt after a hunt, and when he's hurting, you're hurting. Sometimes even an angel needs a helping hand.

Saving Grace Epilogue- gn!reader Summary: Ways the world has softened since uniting with your angel. Can serve as an epilogue or stand alone!

Lessons on Humanity- gn!reader Summary: Human!Cas arrives on your doorstep in need of a helping hand. Taking him under your wing, you offer him more than he bargained for.

GABRIEL X READER Long Day- gn!reader Summary: After a stressful day, a familiar face pops in for a visit. With snacks.

CROWLEY X READER coming soon (leave a request!)

[sweet-as-an-angel]

A Family of His Own [Ghost x F! Reader]

Warnings: Pure Unfiltered Fluff, Suggestive Non-Explicit Content, Implication of Smut, Female Reader.

Summary: After an impromptu interaction with your baby niece, Ghost begins to wonder if there's more to life than his career; if all that he's ever dreamed about could finally come true...

Simon – the ghost at the feast – occupied your sibling’s living room. You stood nearby, a stone’s throw away preparing dinner with your copy, who busied himself drying a glass. Yet you were not close enough for Simon’s liking. Your niece lay in a makeshift crib close to him. Too close.

The bottom half of his face remained covered, a skeletal imprint pressed to the material, a second skin. A comfort in this foreign environment. The child made a sound of disgruntlement ever now and again, the not-so-calm before the storm. And Simon ignored every omen, every whimper, every cry, every growing shriek. 

Until you couldn’t handle it anymore.

You turned to him, potato in one hand, knife in the other, and, with a pleading smile, called to him.

“Babe,” you said, and Simon’s head snapped in your direction, dog-like. Puppyish. “Would you please keep the little one quiet ?” Your eye twitched. “Just for a minute ?”

His eyes zipped from you to your niece, and, before he could give a reason as to why he couldn’t undertake such a task, you’d already turned your back on him, skinning the potato. He sighed, bit the inside of his lip. You knew he couldn’t say no to you.

Gingerly, still attached to the sofa, Simon peeked over at the crib. Your niece was beginning to thrash now, dissatisfied with mere complaining. Her cries soared in volume. And, casting a cautionary glance in your direction, Simon saw your rigid silhouette, felt you gritting your teeth. He came back to the babe.

He’d much rather incur the wrath of a child than yours.

And so, he got up onto uncertain legs, his feet almost facing the other way, his escape route, while his top half remained dedicated to the cause. Fighting off the anxiety that manifested in his system like a poisonous gas, Simon began his journey. With each step, the cries grew more shrill, less so of the child’s capacity to create more noise and rather the safety of distance between Simon and herself decreasing. He found his eyes narrowing, resisted the urge to plug his ears.

His shadow loomed tall over her as he came into view. He peered into the crib, swaying as he remained but a step away, yet straining as not to have to take the final step. The baby opened her eyes and looked out of her temporary home.

She was tiny. The smallest thing Simon had seen since…well, forever.

Since his own nephew was a baby.

Simon winced, the aroma of the distant memory burning his mind like spoiled cooking.

Your niece, eyes large and wide, grew quiet as Simon’s silhouette became un-anomalous, usual. Her mouth moved to form shapes of words she didn’t know yet purely because she could, lacking any real intention or meaning. The noises that erupted from her grew thin, as if losing all purpose, as she looked upon Ghost.

The two looked upon each other. Nothing was said. Nothing human, at least.

Simon tore his eyes from your niece and, looking to you, remembered his duty. He sighed, returning to the babe. She continued to stare at him, eyes as big as saucepans – as if trying to see as much as possible.

Simon, with twitching hands and a vagrant dread colonising his chest, reached into the crib. Withdrew the fragile thing from within and held her in his arms.

Simon swore he felt lighter as he positioned her in her makeshift hammock, an impossibility. Then again, he’d met you – met love – something he’d also thought would be impossible.

Now, your niece neither screamed, nor cried, nor did she continue her static shrieking and wailing. Rather, the sounds she made were curved, lacking the stabbing, cutting edges. Coos. Her mousy eyes widened, as if encompassing the sight of a galaxy for the first time. Simon held her cautiously, gingerly, in his arms, her tiny figure almost lost amidst the stretched material of his jacket.

Both she and Ghost stared at each other for a time and a half. Neither moved.

Until her hand, small and porcelain, reached for Simon’s face. There was little in the way of hesitance in her movement; something distinctly soulful and powerful in how she showed no fear – the only emotion Simon was used to people regarding him with, especially with the mask on. The latter stared unknowingly at the child for a moment before descending, lowering himself just so that his nose – his mask – was in reach of the baby’s stubby fingers. And as they grazed the fabric, she gave a delightful laugh, quick and high, her eyes crinkling beneath the weight of her newfound interest. Ghost couldn’t refute the warmth which seeped from a crevice in his chest.

Your niece desperately struggled to hold Simon’s face, and, unable to resist the unbridled enthusiasm and fascination on her face, he relented and brought her closer. The little one squealed, making Simon wince as her thin voice pierced his ears. He couldn’t be mad, though.

The tiny girl grabbed his mask, looking upon it and its pattern as if they were markings carved in stone. With her little strength, she slid the mask down Simon’s nose, grabbing the tip in the process. A low grumble of thunder, a chuckle, reverberated through his chest as your niece held onto him like a lifeline.

“Y’sure are brave, Tiny Person,” Simon said, beginning a bobbing motion with his arms, a ship out on a lunar-lit sea, shallow waves transforming a powerful vehicle into a hammock. Your niece cooed, a mild squeal closely followed by a drowsing look. Simon smiled, small, soft.

Her cheeks, puffed with youth, grew no less chubby as she yawned, bringing her arms into herself, curling into Simon’s arms. He continued to rock her, encompass her, his hands the size of her body and then some.

“Just don’t go around tryna be a hero, and you’ll be alright.” Something of experience aged his words, gave them fine lines, bruises, cuts and scars. “Not that I’ll ever let anyone hurt you, anyway.”

He leaned down, and, with a softness he’d never known before you showed up in his life, placed a swan of a kiss to the babe’s head. Your niece smiled her minute, tiny smile, nestling into Simon further. She seemed to soak up his warmth, her eyes closing as she committed an act so innocent, so implicit, that Simon felt something in his mind change, a switch being flipped.

She entrusted in him her life, leaving the conscious realm and all its fortitude in pursuit of another, Simon the guardian of her physical form – her home.

And you watched all of this unfold, a smile dying to burn your cheeks, brand them with joy. Your heart thrummed, melting. You did nothing to interrupt the moment, that which had passed and that which was unfolding, and neither did your sibling, who, with a knowing smile, watched you watching Simon, still drying that same glass.

-

The journey home was quiet, for there was nothing overt to say. At least, that’s what you thought as you drove, the remnants of an evening well-spent with family remaining like glitter in the pathways of your mind, the food lying somewhere between your teeth. The image of Simon with your niece stuck, too, a slice of heaven you observed from the same objective angle, seeing the cogs turning in your boyfriend’s mind as they did in yours.

You’d wagered, at the very most, that this was the start of Simon considering to consider starting a family – something he’d expressed doubts over in the past; ones which were absolutely baseless if tonight’s display was anything to go by.

A new rhythm settled in your relationship now, that much you knew. A song you knew of, had heard snippets of, yet had never heard for yourself. Now you’d listened to it; the path of conventionality was certain for the two of you from this night hence. You just didn’t know when you’d arrive there.

Sooner than later, it seemed.

“You know,” Simon began, making your ears prick. You lent him your full attention. “It was… nice…seeing your family tonight.”

The strain in Simon’s sincerity was palpable. Despite his intelligence, his maturity, emotion and its most genuine displays did not come easily to him. He was trying. Really trying.

“Yeah,” you offered, casting him a smile before returning to the road. “It was.”

A slow, hesitant silence settled over Simon, one which didn’t quite reach you. But something else did. You felt a weight on your knee, the reassuring flick of Simon’s thumb over your cap, the squeeze of your skin.

“Was nice to meet…” He was thinking. You waited, a slow, creeping smile threatening to break out on your face. “The baby, too.”

He squeezed your knee again.

Strange. Seemed he was reassuring himself more so than you.

There was something more he wanted – needed – to say. To do. You remained quiet. You weren’t too sure where this would end. Anxiety pricked at the back of your throat as the idea that Simon was about to condemn himself for one reason or another crossed your mind.

“I think we should–” Simon swallowed. His gaze, which had remained firmly on the road ahead, was on you. You couldn’t look away from the road, but you nodded, letting him know he had your full attention.

He went quiet again. Your heart thrummed. He squeezed one last time before his hand crept an inch up your leg, then another, then another.

“I think we sh– could…have one.” His tone hesitated. Testing. “One day.” His voice thinned, grew split and silent at the ends like hair. You blinked, unsure.

“What ?”

“I said–” Simon started off strong. “I think we could have one one day.” His eyes were pleading – pleading with you to get it, to understand.

“Have one…what ?”

He sighed deeply, and for a moment you were overcome with the terror that you’d pushed him too far, denied him understanding for one moment too many. But you needed to be sure, needed to know that he was thinking what you were. Simon cut through the worry.

“I think we could have a baby.”  His hand sat close to your hip, his fingers slipping over your inner thigh. He squeezed. Electricity shot through you. Your face set ablaze.

“Simon…” you could scarcely believe what you were hearing.

Your gaze flitted from the midnight road to him. His eyes were dark – darker than usual – and he didn’t blink. Not once. Even when you swerved and pulled off to the side of the road. You sat, silent, hands gripping the wheel. They turned pale at the knuckle.

Simon’s hand remained on your thigh, his hold pulsating like the beating of a heart.

Everything outside the two of you didn’t exist anymore, having been consumed by the night, the only light coming from the odd passing car and the moon. The night ahead swallowed the illumination of your headlights.

Your body froze, as if struck by a wave of water, thawing with a fire fuelled by a great many revelations as it burst to life in your chest.

When you said nothing, gaze distant, Simon called back to you. “(Y/N)...?” he said, tilting his head as if to catch whatever spectral benign had captured your attention in the glinting of the headlights.

Slowly, porcelain scraping against porcelain, you turned to look at him. Your body softened, arms no longer rods but bones with joints and movement. Your expression was wide, eyes and mouth a similar shape as you understood Simon’s statement.

“Are you…” his eyes narrowed, mouth ajar. “Are you okay ?”

Blinking once, twice, you nodded, faintly, then with feeling.

“Yeah…Yeah…!”

Your face broke out into a smile, sun peeking through the clouds. Simon watched, only joining you when he saw that your eyes glistened not with sorrow, but with joy.

“God, you scared me for a minute there,” he told you. “Almost thought you didn’t want to…”

The disbelief flashing behind your eyes must have taken him aback, if his jump was anything to go by. Or perhaps it was your unwavering enthusiasm.

“Simon…” you were breathless as your mouth formed around his name and all that you wanted to say.

“There is nothing I want more – in all the world – than to start a family with you !”

Start, not just have; you wanted to start a family. With him.

Simon’s eyes crinkled, half-moons in their sockets. A sound of joy, a breathy laugh, escaped him. His gaze flickered to his hand still on your thigh. He began rubbing circles into your skin.

“So…” The velvetine hint to his voice had you sitting up straight in your seat. His gaze remained on your thighs. “Does this mean you wanna try…” he licked his lips. “Tonight ?”

The smile didn’t move from your face. A second passed. Then, your understanding of what he’d just said sank in. You felt your body burn in places it hadn’t before. Your cheeks being the first echelons to fall.

��Because I’m ready if you are.”

The strength you knew it took for him to say this – to make this decision at all – was all that stood between you and carrying out the rest of this conversation in a secluded area of the woods with your legs wrapped around Simon’s waist.

Your smile returned, a rising sun, branding your cheeks. Lowering from the steering wheel, your hand found his. And you squeezed. Hard. Your lifeline.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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[morningstargirl666]

hie!! obsessed with your fic and while (patiently) waiting for updates, i have THE biggest craving for fics with the same vibes as your fic & The Wolf by yokan. for instance, fics with caroline in NOLA with lots of mikaelson family dynamics and just her being around them or being considered as a part of their family. i'm lowkey a sucker for found-family kinda tropes if its not obvious lol.

i haven't read alot of kc fics yet so honestly just hit me with any fic!! popular or underrated everything works since i'm technically very new in the fandom! :D

thankyou for the recs in advance!!

Thanks so much! Specifically NOLA fics:

Blood and a Quick Murder (and isn't that how it always is) by KS_Caster

After a magical accident turns Caroline into a human, she discovers that her values don't match up with her friends' like she thought they did. She discovers that some choices are permanent - and some aren't. Oneshot - complete.

Whisper To Help Me Remeber by LaLainaJ

Put down by Tristan Klaus waits. And plans. Once awakened he's thrilled to set out and get revenge. A wrinkle forms when he hears news of Caroline, and is told that she's been working for his enemies. Klaus is determined to find out why, and soon learns that something is not quite right with her. He'll fix it, whatever it takes. Uses TO characters but ignores most TO canon.

Like The Sun Shines by LaLainaJ

"Klaus finds himself blinking down at his phone for an embarrassingly long length of time while he filters his brother's usual nonsense and the pertinent information sinks into his brain. Caroline is in New Orleans." It's an average Wednesday in NOLA until it isn't.

Fallen by klarolineepiclove

Caroline Forbes was a woman with a secret. Running from a shattered past, she settles in New Orleans, determined to disappear in the crowds and chaos. When her path continually crosses with the Mikaelson family, her plans go awry. When she finds herself drawn to the charasmatic Klaus, she begins to wonder: How far can you run before the past catches up with you? AU/AH Klaroline

Break Your Promise by Fearfrost

"What can I do?" He breathed. He knew in that moment listening to her fall apart hundreds of miles away he'd do anything she asked. "Break your promise."

Wicked Schemes by willowaus

Old family secrets lead Caroline on a journey of self-discovery and into the dark underbelly of New Orleans as Klaus works to reclaim his kingdom and rebuild the family he's slowly destroyed over the centuries. A TVD/The Originals crossover.

Someone's First Choice by unpublishednovelist

How many times can Tyler put their relationship on hold, ignoring her calls and hiding in the mountains of Appalachia, before Caroline finally snaps? He's pushing her away. Who could blame her for being pushed to something else? Someone else --- A rewrite of the TVD S5E1 scene where Tyler leaves Caroline yet another stupid message about how she's not the most important thing in his life.

throw roses into the abyss by marxandangels

Throw roses into the abyss and say: Here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive. Caroline goes to see Klaus in New Orleans after her mom's death, humanity free. That choice changes her life from the foundations, every single brick of it --- I think that the whole humanity switch thing is the dumbest plot device in TVD, but also the most interesting. What is humanity, really? What are the edges of it? What would it /actually/ mean to be able to turn that on and off?

Not NOLA, but the Mikaelson family dynamics are off the charts:

not for him a watery grave by MyLadyElise

He's saved her life, more than once. Doesn't she owe him the same? An alliance, a rescue, a race against time. A possibility. Hope. AU after Season 3: Before Sunset.

Persistence of Memory by perfectpro

Caroline comes to New Orleans, nervous to see Klaus after their last argument. As it turns out, she doesn't need to worry about him being angry. He doesn't remember the argument. After all, how can he when he doesn't even remember who she is?

a vampire, a brother, and a pack of wolves walk into a bar by banazie

In which Kol angers a pack of wolves with moonlight rings, his girls’ night out with Caroline is ruined, and Klaus feels particularly dagger-y.

where the heart moves stones by darkness_shows_the_stars

Caroline’s planned college experience in New York, so far away from her magic-infested hometown, keeps getting interruped because the Originals have apparently decided that her dorm room is free game. Getting away from supernatural drama was so much easier in theory.

the fate makes for a lousy poet by darknes_shows_the_stars

It is not unheard of. Soulmates born too far apart to ever meet. Caroline did her research thoroughly. It’s just rare. And for all that she’d known her entire life that her fated other half was dead long, long before she was even a gleam in her mother’s eye … it’s unfair. --- Everyone is born with a soulmate. It just so happens that a millennium divides Caroline from hers.

There's tons more. Search through my fic rec tag in my tumblr archive if you want more fic recs, or browse my AO3 bookmarks, I've answered a few asks like this one ✨

[ghoastixx]

What about Castiel with a kid who’s constantly climbing things? Like when he needs them and can’t find them the first place he has to look is the rafters or the roof because they’re always climbing something?

Castiel w/ an an active kid!reader

synopsis above

notes: OH MY GOD!! I saw this when it came in last week and got so excited I literally love this. (I may or may not favor castiel) This is such a cute request that I'd be more than happy to fulfill!

Author's notes: Reader is gender neutral and there is no specific age but its probably 7-16. For the sake of plot, reader is a Winchester.

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You had always been a little clingy when it came to your brothers. When they introduced you to Castiel, he instantly became included in your clinginess.

As Castiel started to spend more time on earth and more time around humans, when he was starting to become less stern and cold, he started to take more of a notice to your behaviors. You were quite active.

That was good of course! Children should be active, after all. Especially with a life like yours, constantly on the road and in and out of schools.. sports never an option.. hiking be dangerous.

He found this out when you two went on a walk to the local park in the town the Winchester's were hunting at. They had asked Castiel to assist you on your journey out.

"Aw, sick! A jungle gym!" Was all the angel had clocked before you ran off towards the play park. He watched in strange fascination as you quickly made your way to the top of it, perching in a way that was reminiscent of a bird to him. He sat down on the bench and watched you.

He watched as you made your way on top of some monkey bars, climbing rock structures, to the top of slides and tunnels. He had never seen a human do something like this. Just climb.

So he started to pay more attention.

He began to notice how you would climb onto the top of Dean's impala if you were all waiting around outside, sitting down on it to wait. How (If you were old enough for hunts) you'd always take the higher up places, checking attics or little crawl spaces in the ceilings. How whenever you went to Bobby's, you'd just disappear in the rafters of his attic. Crawling around as if you were a spider.

Dean walked into the kitchen. Sam and Bobby were sitting at the table, Castiel glancing out the window. "Where's Y/N?" Dean spoke up, breaking the silence.

"Attic," Cas said before anyone else could answer.

"Why would they be in the attic," Sam cut in,

"They're climbing the rafters. They are feeling restless." The stoic angel's gaze never wavered from the window.

"Well, can you go get them, I'll take them outside to run around or something."

"They are not an animal," Castiel grumbled before going to retrieve you.

He ducked into the attic, brushing some dust away, "Y/N,"

Undisturbed and unalarmed, your head peeks down from the rafters, a smile on your face, "Cas!"

He smiled, ushering you down. "Come on, time to get down, you're needed downstairs."

As you leapt down, you looked at the angel. "How did you know I was up here?"

Castiel smiled a bit, "I pay attention."

[thewertsearch]

CA: anywway a lot of us believve wwere meant to trace the footsteps of those ancestors evven though wwe can nevver knoww em CA: and on that journey wwe can come across belongings they once had cause wwe wwere hatched to find em and finish their wwork

The human Guardians seemed fully aware of their offspring's special role in their planet's fate. Doubtless the same was true of the troll ancestors - especially if they landed with heirlooms from the Veil.

If any of our trolls had sought out the story of their predecessors, I'm sure they would have discovered some very interesting things indeed.

For no particular reason, I'm suddenly reminded of the fact that Terezi lived next to an ancient Sgrub construct - one which bore the symbol of her family.

And nothing of value was lost.

That being said, I'm a little concerned about Eridan's ability to do this. This is a move we've seen Rose use on him, and it feels like an ominous hint that his powers are a lot stronger than we thought.

If his science wand is at all comparable to the Thorns of Oglogoth, we should all be very nervous.

Looks like we’re getting a timeline refresher.

At the end of their game, Jack attacked the trolls. This event occurred about ten hours before some critical point, which is probably the moment the trolls' session dissolves.

Four hours later, he destroyed Prospit.

Frankly, I'm surprised it took him that long. Maybe he was just fucking around in the session until then.

After an hour dreaming in the Furthest Ring, Karkat woke up, and finally learned about the humans.

And an hour after that, we enter a scene I don’t think we’ve seen before. Judging by Nepeta's dream, we at least know it's prior to the destruction of Derse.

Also….

Is that Tinkerbull's body, somehow removed from its Sprite? Is it a plushie of Tinkerbull? What's going on here?

AA: hi TA: hii? AA: i guess i sh0uld say s0mething AA: bef0re i g0

Aradia appears to have foreseen her own destruction. I used to think that Rose might be responsible - but now Eridan, too, has gained the ability to destroy technology with magic, and he's significantly more likely to use it maliciously.

[ladyofthe-lake]

"Homestead" — a Suptober ficlet

Summary:

Instead of finding human!Cas working at a Gas ‘n’ Sip, Dean finds him at a beehive. Day 18: Family Business

“The bees are dying,” Cas tells Dean with sincerity. And that’d be all well and good, except, well, Dean can see that the bees are not, just now, dying, because they’re – all over Cas’s fucking arm. He’s carrying them like that, allowing them to swarm him, across the lawn. He’s wearing jeans, a t-shirt, work boots, and a baseball cap. He looks good, he’s got a little stubble.

“Okay,” Dean says slowly, unsure if Cas has lost his marbles once again. Maybe in the fall, maybe in losing his grace, something knocked loose again and he’s back to how he’d been after taking on Sam’s brain demons, as it were.

“I’m going to save them, one at a time,” Cas says, and he slides open the door to one of the hives and allows the bees to release themselves from his arm into it.

“That sounds… real good,” Dean says hesitantly. He’s keeping his distance from the hives. They’re in a large, open yard behind a farmhouse and there are several hives as well as flower beds, vegetable patches, and a chicken coop.

“Unfortunately, with the speed with which bees are dying, it’s affecting the ecosystem,” Cas informs him, finally pushing the final bees from his arm and stepping back from the hive.

And Dean would love to care about that, but dealing with a lot right now, he cannot take on concern for the bees. Maybe later. “Okay, Cas, but shit’s kind of a mess at the moment,” he replies.

Cas nods. “I understand. The angels, Metatron, Sam’s health. It’s all disturbing.” His expression is grave, and Dean knows that he’s not lost his mind, that he has a grip on reality.

He’s just… Cas.

It warms him, and he smiles to see it. That Cas is really here, he’s safe and alive – actually alive, not angel-alive, which is weird, and he’s Cas.

Dean’s felt alone in everything lately. Though he knows he’s got people on his side, good people, Cas is the one he really wants.

“So I’m askin’ for your help here, man,” Dean says. “Some weird shit’s going down, angels are loose cannons everywhere, and–”

“They’re cannons that I placed across the earth, Dean,” Cas responds, moving to the next hive and leaning down to inspect it closely. Dean follows him through the grass.

“Right, so… I’d love your help trying to fix all this,” he ventures.

Cas’s gaze finds him and he straightens up. “You know, they have a wonderful operation going here,” he says, and Dean can tell he’s about to be taken on some metaphorical journey like the angels love to do. Best thing to do is strap in and find out the destination when he gets there. “It’s a homestead, it’s entirely self-sufficient, and they support the local homeless community with the food they produce.”

“That’s great–” Dean knows better than to try to get off the ride early, but he tries anyway.

“I was hungry, and Bethany, the woman who brings the food around to the encampments, spoke with me. She said that they’re always happy to have help here, and well, I happen to know a thing or two about gardens. So I agreed."

“Very cool–”

“And,” Cas’s voice cuts across him again, “now I’m part of something wholly good. There’s no Heaven or Hell here. There are the chickens, the rooster that wakes us all at dawn, the eggs to collect, the beehives, the vegetables.” He looks at Dean, his expression serious, his eyes sad, though his words attempt to be hopeful: “This is a good place, Dean.”

Dean deflates a bit. He knows what Cas is saying, he gets that it’d be nice to be part of a little farm instead of all the shit they’re in on. “People like you and me, we don’t get to choose our life, Cas,” he says.

“But what if we could? What if we set up something like this in Lebanon? We could do it all. Sam could get involved, too, he could figure out the logistics. I can tend to the animals, you can do the planting and building. It could be a family business.”

Dean bites his lip, peers up at the sky for a moment. “Cas,” he says, his voice near breaking. “We already have a family business.”

Cas looks down at himself, at the jeans and t-shirt, the workboots. “I know,” he says quietly. “I’ll get my things.”

[queer-dancing-fandom-nerd]

Falling - ficlet for #Suptober24 Day 1: Autumn

AVAILABLE ON AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59351350

Something tickles Castiel’s hair. He pulls it out and studies the leaf in his hand. It’s bright red, but not the color of blood that he’s seen too much of. No. It’s a warmer red, made only more luminous with the rays of afternoon sun shining through. It’s autumn in Kansas, and in all the years they spent in that bunker this is the first they’ve been able to enjoy. The first time they could step out of the bunker, without the weight of the world on their shoulders, to just experience the world. Together, as a family.

Castiel has always loved nature, and yet he never had much chance to revel in it. Trees with leaves of almost every color, all bright and warm, surround him. He looks over at Dean, playing with Miracle in the enclosed dog park space, both panting with joy. To his other side, Sam is attempting to teach Jack how to throw a football. Objectively, it isn’t going too well, yet their laughter never ceases.

In this moment, Castiel is content to sit and enjoy this peace that they fought so hard for. Part of him wishes that this moment can extend for eternity, and he can stay in it through his possibly infinite lifespan.

A golden leaf flits in the breeze, slowly finding its path to the earth, and he can’t help but think of his own fall all those years ago. He was so different back then, so sure, so steadfast, so unchanging. To him and all his brethren, to fall was to meet an end. But that was wrong. It was a beginning, a change.

The leaf lands at his feet, and the color looks familiar. Jack’s celebratory cheers pull his attention, and the color is right there in his wind-tousled hair. Jack, his own son. All the leaves are like this, reminiscent of the people in Castiel’s life, even of the souls and graces that exist on a completely other dimension from the earth and yet still so strongly connected to it. At one point, Castiel would have seen this earthliness as un-angelic, almost a sacrilege. Because it’s impure: it necessitates change, and even though it had always fascinated him he knew it was wrong. But he was wrong.

The leaves fall to the Earth, and become one with it. The trees die, but not really. They’ll come back with something new in the spring.

Dean trots over with Miracle, leading him to a water bowl next to the bench. Miracle laps it up eagerly splashing water at their feet, but the sensation is cool and refreshing and Castiel doesn’t mind it at all. Dean sits down next to him with a big sigh of relief.

“Whatcha thinkin' about?” He asks, flashing a grin. The sunlight catches in his eyes and Castiel is left breathless. A human sensation. But he gets to revel in those now. That you’re beautiful.

“That I’m happy,” Castiel replies, and he’s not lying. He bows his head with a light smile. Because he gets to be happy now. Not just for a moment before he’s ripped away into emptiness, but continuously so. And that happiness seems to only grow. Dean reaches over and grabs his hand interlacing their fingers. The gesture is new, and yet feels so completely natural. Castiel looks up to find Dean smiling at their interlaced fingers.

“Yeah,” Dean breathes, then tilts his head up and for a moment they get lost in each other’s eyes. Castiel is brought back to Earth at the squeeze of his hand, just in time for him to catch the corners of Dean’s lips pull up into a smile, the crows feet that line his eyes crinkling softly.

“Me too, Cas.”

Autumn is not about falling, nor is it about death. It’s a celebration of change, revering the journey while knowing that something wonderful is not too far away. Castiel’s life these past ten years, building his own family, has absolutely been changed for the better. And he knows something truly wonderful awaits them all.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

What if Crowley(spn) had a kid and the Winchester’s almost kill them? What would/how Crowley do/react and what would the Winchester’s do?🤔

That’s My Goddamn Daughter!

Team Free Will x cambion!reader

When Castiel locates another cambion, potentially with the power to kill a knight of hell, he and the Winchesters go after her but then Crowley shows up claiming she’s his daughter.

Warnings:  MOC Dean, mentions of rape but really just misunderstandings, blood, concussions, I have no medical knowledge, swearing, reader gets knocked out a lot lol

WC: 2.2k

A/N: I kind of want to do a part 2 to this. What do you guys think?

Minors DNI

“I’m sorry what? Can you repeat that?” Castiel sighed, slightly exacerbated. He thought he explained the situation pretty well. Dean’s eyes were wide in both shock and disbelief and Sam just looked exhausted.

“Like I said before, there is another cambion in existence and she could be the answer to the Mark.” Dean swallowed the last of his now warm beer and glowered at the angel.

“And you didn’t think to tell us this before now?”

“Dean.” Sam started but the elder held up his hand to stop him. Cas sighed, mentally preparing himself for a classic Dean tirade that always seemed to come when he presented the brothers with a new lead.

“You’re hiding things from us, lying. How do we even know if this so-called cambion is the real deal? Why didn’t she show up before?” The angel’s eyes rolled, why did they have such trouble understanding?

“There was a spell concealing her from the angels’ view but for some reason, that spell is now gone. I assumed it was tied to someone in her family, possibly the parent that was a demon. But now, that demon is dead so the spell is gone.” Sam seemed to accept that answer but Dean was more skeptical.

“So what do we do if we do find this girl? Just ask her to come back with us for tea and cake? She most likely knows that daddy dearest was a demon and might want revenge and we are probably the ones that did it or we know them. So what then?” 

Sam leaned against the war room table beside his brother. “Dean’s right. Remember that kid Jesse, he had a whole town under his thumb without even thinking about it and he was just a kid. What could an adult with an obviously powerful parent do?” Dean nodded along and Cas had the distinct urge to smite them both.

“We need to take that chance. She might be our best shot at killing Cain without the First Blade.” Dean huffed, still clearly miffed at being so blatantly brushed off by the angel. 

“Alright fine but you can’t get mad at me when I say I told you so when this inevitably goes wrong.” He shrugged and Cas smirked slightly, happy to get his way.

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“Well that was easier than expected.” Dean sulked, sitting on the motel room bed pouting like a child. The woman had been easy to find, in fact it was too easy. She was a goddamn librarian in a small town where everyone knew her face.

No locks on her doors, no weapons in the house. She welcomed them in with open arms after Sam fed her their story of being lost and needing directions. She gave them pie and lemonade, answering every question they asked, including Dean’s flirtatious ask about a boyfriend.

Her head dipped and she avoided eye contact as she shyly replied that no, she didn’t have a boyfriend. Sam smacked Dean upside the head for that when she wasn’t looking. Cas, getting sick of the circling conversation mixed with too much human lust, had stepped forward and knocked her out with his grace.

He caught her soft body as she crumpled, ignoring the pointed looks the brothers sent him. “She would’ve come willingly.” Sam pointed out but Cas replied with a simple, “There isn’t enough time for you two to ‘convince’ her.”

Sam blushed and Dean just smirked, too proud of himself. They quickly smuggled her out to the car and started the long journey home. Now, they were taking a break for the night and Dean watched as the girl slept on, blissfully unaware of everything going on in the world.

“She really doesn’t seem demonic. She’s just-“

“Nice.” Dean finished his brother’s sentence for him, saying the word like it disgusted him. “Are you sure she’s the half-breed we want?” Again, Castiel was questioning why his destiny was intertwined with the Winchesters. Y/N shifted in her sleep, curling up on her side cutely, giving out a large sigh.

Cas stood at the foot of the bed, intensely watching the men who flanked her on both sides, like guards watching over their ward. “I can sense her power, it is far greater than any other cambion. Her blood has old magic in it, she is quite possibly descended from a natural witch.”

Sam froze, his entire body going stiff with surprise. “I’m sorry, so this girl is a product of a natural witch and a demon.” Cas shook his head, arms crossing over his chest.

“No, the magic is too deluded for the witch to be her mother or father, it is more likely that it is her grandparent.” Sam’s eyes flicked down to the girl, somehow already feeling incredibly protective of her. She was by far the kindest person he had met in a very long time, how could she have such evil in her blood? But he was wary, both because of her power and the fear of what could happen should she succumb to that power. He knew that feeling, that rush from demon blood, how addicting it could be.

Dean could feel the heat radiating from her body as she rolled closer to him. The mark was quiet around her, soothed like a feral cat getting love for the first time in its life. But how dark could she get, what was she capable of? And who in the hell was her demonic parent?

“We should keep moving. If we found her so quick, there’s no telling who else would be coming after her.” Cas nodded and fluttered away, presumably to ensure that no demons had followed them.

Dean moved away from her as quickly as he could, a curling in his gut making him feel like he should be repulsed by her but her presence also called to him. He fished a half-drunk bottle of whiskey from  his duffle bag and settled himself in the chair in the far corner of the room. “Get some shut eye, I’ll take first watch.”

Sam pulled a ratty blanket over top of her, careful to not wake her and took a seat on the other bed. “Do you think this could work?” Silence settled over the brothers.

“It’s our only shot.” And with that, Sam settled back against the thin pillows, keen to get any rest he could to escape his swirling thoughts.

——————

A rattling woke Dean from his alcohol induced slumber. With a groan, he lifted his head from the back of the chair he had accidentally fallen asleep on. His neck screamed in pain but that was nothing compared to the throbbing in his arm.

The mark burned and the rattling became louder. His green eyes fluttered open, only able to see vague shapes in the dark room. A shadow stood by the door, their hand on the knob, desperately trying to open it. “Please please please.” Her voice was filled with tears and a panic that made his heart lurch in his chest.

“Sweetheart.” The sound of his own voice made her work even faster at trying to open the door, but it was of no use. She screamed and Dean bolted forward. Moving faster than even he could comprehend, he grabbed her, wrapping a large palm over her mouth to keep her from making any more noise.

Her back hit the mattress with an exhale of air through her nose. Her eyes were wide with panic, her breathing quickening becoming erratic as his muscular body settled between her plump thighs, shoving her skirt up her legs. She tried to grab at Dean’s shoulders to shove him off but using his free hand he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

Tears rolled down her temples, wetting the sheets below them. “I’m not going to hurt you. You need to trust me.” Her head shook furiously beneath his hold, on the edge of hysterics. 

“Dean?” Sam muttered sleepily, sitting up in the bed. “What’s going on?” His hair stuck up in all different directions as he lazily looked around the room. His eyes landed on the situation in front of him and everyone froze.

Suddenly, the room exploded. With no hesitation, Sam launched himself at his older brother and tackled him to the floor. “What the hell were you doing!” Dean thrashed violently.

“She was trying to run! I had to stop her.” 

Sam snarled. “Not by doing that.” Dean landed a good punch to his jaw, knocking Sam for a loop but his grip remained strong even as his head spun.

Seeing her chance, Y/N slipped from the bed as quietly as she could but her legs gave out as soon as she rocked forward onto her feet. She yelped, catching the boys’ attention and they watched her fall, almost in slow motion.

Her head slammed against the corner of the bed before slamming into the floor. Blood pooled under her forehead, her eyes went hazy before they shut. “Shit!” Sam scrambled off of his brother, fear coursing through his veins like a fire. He slid a hand under her head, cupping her face gently. “C’mon open those eyes for me.” 

But she didn’t respond. Thick fingers fit against the dip of her throat, and he struggled to find her pulse. When he finally did, it was thready and weak but it was there. He breathed a sigh of relief. “She’s alive, probably a bad concussion though.”

“Son of a bitch!” Dean growled, sitting up against the bed frame. “Why does this shit always happen to us?” As gently as he could manage with shaking hands, Sam lifted Y/N into his arms, resting her face against his strong chest. He could now feel the way her own chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.

Sam laid her on his unmade bed, keeping her on her side in case she got sick. The wound, a small gash on her right temple, had slowed its bleeding. It wouldn’t require stitches, just a couple butterfly bandages. “I don’t know, Dean.” He sighed and got to work fixing her up.

Meanwhile, Dean was stewing, thinking. She could have used her powers to save him off, to escape but she didn’t. She was just a normal girl getting involved in something that she didn’t want to do. “What are we doing Sammy? That girl doesn’t have any powers, she’s just a kid.” 

“Without the blade, we have no chance at getting rid of the Mark. She’s our best shot.” But there was no conviction in his tone. Sam was also doubting the integrity of this plan but he was desperate. Dean with the blade was far more dangerous than this girl could ever be, they needed her.

“How dare you touch my daughter!” The door burst violently, shattering under the force at which it was hit. Crowley stood, absolutely fuming in the entryway, eyes red with pure rage. Sam and Dean sprung into action, their guns drawn.

“What are you talking about Crowley?” Dean shifted so his body blocked the demon’s view of the girl on the bed. His shoulders were tense, the Mark telling him to protect her with everything he had. But apparently, Crowley wasn’t having any of it today.

With a wave of his hand, the boys went flying into the wall, their guns tossed away and ropes appearing from nothing to pin them down. “I told you I would find the blade and this is how you repay me! You kidnapped my daughter! Lust after her! And then you harm her!” His voice thundered through the room, shaking the foundations of the building with his fury. “You sniveling weasels! I kept her out of this life for a reason!”

The Winchesters struggled against his hold. Crowley loomed over the double bed, intensely staring at the woman. “She was never meant to know. I just wanted her to have a normal life.” 

Dean’s nostrils flared with anger as the demon leaned forward and cupped her round cheek with one hand while the other brushed against the bandage on her forehead. “Don’t touch her.” The hunter snarled. His arm burned as the mark screamed at him to rip apart anyone that even so much as looked in her direction.

A vein in Sam’s neck ticked in time with his pulse while he pulled at his bonds. He could feel the loosening of the ropes around his wrist. An angel blade rested on the chair Dean had been occupying, if he could get even one arm free, he could grab it. “You are the ones that hurt her! Not me!” Crowley snapped but didn’t take his eyes off of her.

“Last warning.” But he disregarded the Winchesters and instead lifted Y/N from the bed, taking extra care not to hit her any more than she already was.

Her face easily tucked into the dark material of his suit shirt as he held her close. “Stay away from my daughter.” And with that, both him and the ropes disappeared, leaving only her sweater and the bitter smell of sulphur.

The boys collapsed to the ground. Dean wasted no time as he scrambled forward in a desperate attempt to reach the now gone pair.

“Son of a bitch!”

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Day Thirty One: Ritual/Tentacles

Synopsis: Dean has to perform a ritual to continue further in his hunt. Said ritual, is fucking an ancient being that only wants to pleasure. And Cas is here as moral support.

Word Count: 4K

Pairing: Dean Winchester / Castiel

Warnings: Tentacles. Anal Sex. Hand job. Orgasm denial. Monster fucking.

Notes: Omg last fic for kinktober good lord. This was fun but this last one was very stressful to get out cause I only have five minutes to post this before midnight haha. So enjoy as always and I'll see you in the next fic haha

“Why on earth would angels be in here?” Dean asks the most obvious question out of the entire list he could have asked.  

The cave Dean and Castiel venture down is damp, small and feels like it goes on forever. It slopes slightly downwards, threatening the hunter to slip over on the slick rock. He made that mistake earlier on the journey. He had placed his foot on a moss patch and fell backwards to touch the slimy, slick substance that covers everything. He can still feel the sensation crawling over his hand.

The wall are far too close to Dean’s liking. He pushes on though, keeping his flashlight in hand and pointed forward, hoping that it opens it. He’s shoulder to shoulder and even crouching down slightly to get through the passage way. Every few steps when he zones out, one of his sleeves brushes against the walls of the tunnel and instantly soaks his jacket through to the skin. Cold and wet.

He grips his flashlight tighter. He’s got an angel with him. A literal angel. If they run into any trouble, Castiel can just zap them away while Dean tries his best not to have a panic attack. But he’s here for Cas. Here for the angels that are hiding away here deep underground and causing havoc topside. They’re also been luring down the faithful down here to do god knows what and then killing them. Or maybe killing them. But both of them know that whoever comes down here doesn’t come back up.

Castiel finally answers, “There could be sacred ground down here.”

“Sacred ground?” Dean raises a brow even though the angel can’t see it from behind.

“Old grounds from even before humans were placed upon this earth. When angels walked more freely,” Cas continues on.

Sounds like a bunch of mumbo jumbo but what is Dean to believe these days. His world has been turned upside down and he can’t find himself to complain. What many people would think is just for horror movies and such, Dean would have to laugh in their face having killed those creatures ten times over. So, instead he answers with a soft hum, as if agreeing to whatever Cas is saying.

He just hopes that Gabriel isn’t feeding this to Sam wherever they are. His brother is at another location with Gabriel of all angels. Splitting up wasn’t on the to-do list but attacking both locations at once was the best course of action.

The cave suddenly levels out and Dean mumbles praise under his breath. A faint droning noises comes from the other end of the long tunnel like system. Dean doesn’t notice it at first, but Castiel does.

“Running water?” He asks more to himself.

“Huh?” Dean perks up, flashing his light straighter down the tunnel.

Now that it’s pointed out, the further they walk forward the louder it gets. And the further they go, the more open the tunnel becomes to Dean’s relief. An orange glow suddenly spreads across the walls of the cave, the slick rock reflecting it like glitter. Dean is a bit hesitant, but a hand rests on his shoulder to urge him on. Cas better be right about this.

The tunnel suddenly opens up and the roaring of water hits Dean in the face like a slap. The open cave is large, big enough for a wide stream to be flowing through the centre. A small waterfall flows on the right-hand side of the opening, the mist making the air moist and cool.

Angelic lanterns litter the space, hanging from the ceiling and the walls giving the cave an orange hue. Every now and again the light within the lanterns flicker a sombre blue, giving the place a dream like look.

“Look,” Castiel points across the stream.

And if Dean wasn’t admiring the pretty lights, he would have noticed the door on the other side of the stream. It looks to be made of pure metal and it shines like newly polished platinum.

Without a word, Castiel crosses the knee high stream to the other side. Dean grumbles, looking to the crystal clear water. But, instead of rocks like any normal stream would have, the bed of the stream moves. Moves like eels and snakes under the water. Dean shines his torch to the running water to get a better look. For only the things to move away in a perfect circle around the light, evading it.

It sends a chill down his spine. That is something that he does not like one bit. And he’s seen much worse. This makes his skin crawl worse than the feeling of the slime on the cave and his lunch threatens to come up.

“Don’t step in the water!” Castiel suddenly cries out.

Dean quickly takes a large step away as he looks to the angel, who looks terrified. Cas looks down at the water and then back at the door. His hand hovers over angelic words that have been carved into the steel.

“What’s it say?” Dean asks.

“Do you really want to know?” Cas double checks with furrowed brows.

“Spit it out! I want to get out of here!” The hunter snaps.

The angel takes another look at the words before crossing the stream again. He doesn’t care about the things in the water nor do they care for him. They don’t seem to want to touch the angel.

“Behind that door, are the angels we’re looking for,” Cas begins, “But the door is sealed behind an old Enochian ritual that relies on a mortal.”

“So, you can’t open that?” Dean asks.

“No.”

“What do I have to do? Blood ritual or something?” The hunter jokes. “Can’t we just force it open with some explosives?”

Castiel hesitates a fair bit too long for Dean’s liking. “The door won’t open unless a ritual is partaken. A sexual ritual.”

“A what now?” Dean barks out, shining the flashlight right into the angel’s face.

Cas frowns as he lowers the torch slowly to continue explaining, “In the water is an old, angelic being that was made alongside humans. With all the same needs and wants. It resides here as a key for the holy grounds beyond the door. And only a mortal willing to give themselves to it can open it.”

Dean stares blankly at Cas for a moment, letting his words sink in. The angels have been bringing mortals down here to fuck? What the fuck is wrong with them!?

“You guys are doing this shit!” Dean snaps out suddenly, “This is some kinky ass shit, Cas!” He shouts as he points towards the water.

Cas looks at him in utter disbelief. Blue eyes wide as saucepans and brows furrowed deeper than an old man’s foreskin.

“I’m not apart of them, Dean!” Cas defends him. “It’s an old ritual that’s meant for mortals to give their bodies over to-“

“Sounding like some sex dungeon shit there,” Dean cuts him off.

The angel can only stare at him with a frown, not wanting to argue any further. He begin to walk away, back towards the exit of the cave with his hands clenched into his fists.

“Where are you going!?” Dean shouts from where he stands.

Cas stops and spins around quickly, his trench coat whirling around him. Dean stays still, not moving from the edge of the stream.

“We can’t get through here,” the angel grumbles, pointing towards the locked door.

“We’re getting through,” Dean says firmly. “What do I have to do?”

Cas blinks. Absolutely stunned at what has just come from the hunter’s mouth. He turns towards Dean fully, eyes flicking back towards the stream before back to the blonde.

“Are you sure?” The angel asks. “You’ve got to be fully willing to do so, otherwise it won’t work.”

Dean clears his throat. “Yeah,” he says with little confidence.

Cas raises a brow as he stalks back towards Dean.

He clears his throat again, “Yes,” he says with more assurance.

The angel shrugs his coat off as he walks past Dean without a word. He roughly folds it up and places it beside the stream before stepping back into the water. His pants are already wet to his knees so he doesn’t bother with caring. The tendrils in the water move away from him in a perfect circle, not wanting anything to do with him. Cas turns to Dean, holding out a hand.

“All you have to do is step in the stream, and they’ll do the rest,” Cas says calmly and slowly. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

Dean sucks in a breath. He’s seen stuff like this in some of those weird alien pornos he’s come across. But having to actually do something like this in real life? On a job!? And with Cas next to him. Good god this day couldn’t get any worse.

Dean procrastinates by untying his shoes and taking them off along with his socks. Cas waits patiently, not saying a word otherwise he knows Dean will just snap at him.

Finally, Dean steps into the cool water. At first, the black tendrils seep away from him, not wanting anything to do with him. Then, one reaches out, long, black and shimmering under the water’s surface. Dean watches with disgust as it wraps itself around his ankle. His first instinct is to pull away and run out of the water. But he stands still, his body frozen in anticipation.

It’s a lot warmer and slimier than Dean wanted to know about, but at least it isn’t freezing cold like the goddamn water. It’s curls around his ankle before feeling up under the cuff of his jeans. That has Dean jerking backwards. The tendril automatically retracts, returning back to the mass of the others it coils itself around.

Cas looks to Dean with furrowed brows, worry deep set on his face. “You don’t have to do this,” the angel inquires.

Dean looks to the door on the other side of the stream before huffing. “Do you know any other way in? Or any other human that’s willing to be fucked like some alien porno?” He asks half-heartedly but it comes out much firmer than he intends it to be.

“No,” Cas answers even though he already knows the answer.

“Just give me a minute,” Dean says. “It’s not every day that you gotta let some weird tentacles jerk you off.”Cas goes very quiet at that and worry quickly settles into the hunters gut. Green eyes meet blue and Dean swallows thickly. “That’s all… right?”

“Dean,” the angel responds firmly.

The hunter becomes very still at the tone in his voice. “You don’t mean they’re gonna,” he makes an upwards motion with his hand as he finishes the sentence.

“It’s how the seal works,” Cas answers for him.

Dean runs a hand down his face. Okay. Okay. How bad can this be? It can’t be harder than getting fucked up the ass. He’s only done that… once. And it felt odd. But good, in a weird way.

“Okay. Shit,” Dean curses to himself as he steps into the water again, both feet this time. If he thinks about it too much, he’ll head home and grab some other hunter that is more willing to have their wet dreams enacted in real life. He doesn’t want to admit out loud to the angel in front of him that’s he might be oddly into this more than he lets on. His macho man personality is just getting in the way a bit and he’s very aware of that. “Shiiiit,” he curses again. “Let’s do this.”

“It wouldn’t hurt you,” Cas informs.

“And how do you know that?” Dean bites back a little harshly as he takes another step forward.

“It speaks an old Enochian that humans can’t here,” Cas swallows thickly. “It told me so. It’s the last thing it wants to do.”

Cas holds out a hand and Dean instantly takes it in a bone crushing grip. Somehow that makes Dean feel a little bit better about all of this. And here he thought it was a mindless mass of tentacles that just wanted to fuck.

Multiple tendrils reach out this time knowing that a willing mortal is here now. They don’t hesitate this time to curl up and under Dean’s jeans. Their slimy texture makes it easy to worm their way up the wet fabric and feel his skin as if they’re curious on who is here to open the door.

A shiver runs down Dean’s spine as the tendrils slither further up his jeans. He glances at Cas and notices that the angel is watching with an intense gaze. As if waiting for one of these things to hurt Dean. None of the black tendrils reach for Cas, all focus on Dean. The hunter can’t even see his feet anymore with how many tendrils reach out and want to touch him.

Suddenly, the tendrils pull at his legs and he falls to his knees in to the water. It’s freezing and Dean lets out a gasp as air is drawn from his lungs. The stream is only knees high so Dean can kneel in the water, but it doesn’t make it any more comfortable as he’s all of a sudden swarmed by the bloody things in said water.

Dean still holds onto Cas’s hand, using it as an anchor as the tentacle like things in the water move around the hunter’s body. There’s so many at this point that Dean doesn’t even know where to start. They shift and move under his jeans, popping his fly open to knead at his cock. They venture under his shirt, curling and roaming under his skin. They firmly wrap around his arm that’s in the water, holding him in place.

“Cas,” Dean manages to utter out pass the breathless moans escaping his mouth.

A tendril venture into his underwear and finds what it’s looking for. It wraps around his cock, the warmth of the tentacle a very nice contrast to the cold water. Dean shudders out a groan, trying not to make too much noise. But it’s very hard when the tendril squeezes around the head of his cock, fondling his balls all in the same notion.

Cas kneels down in front of him, unphased by the chill of the water. He lets go of Dean’s hand and for a split second, the hunter panics. But the angel only lets go so that he can drag Dean’s upper body from the water. The tentacles come with him, wrapped around his arm and chest. They don’t stop moving, slithering and sliding across skin and under his clothes.

Dean is brought into the angel’s lap so that he can lay on his back. And to also avoid being brought down into the water and drowning with how goddamn needy these things are.

“You’re doing great, Dean,” Cas’s deep voice rumbles very close to his ear.

The tendrils lower down his body, back to the water where it comes up to just below his chest. They don’t seem to like being out of the safety of the water for too long.

Dean breathes in sharply as the tendrils manoeuvre downwards and start prodding between his ass. He tenses, reaching back with a hand to grip onto Cas’s sleeve tightly.

“Just relax,” the angel coos.

The thing is about all of this. With the tendril curling and rubbing up and down his dick to the warm feeling of all the appendages slithering over his skin, he’s very quickly realizing he’s very into this more than he thought. Would he ever verbally say that out loud? No. Absolutely not. He’s rather shoot himself in the mouth than ever tell Sam about this. Or anyone else for that matter. And so he finds himself opening his legs a bit more so that the tentacle that’s searching under there can find it’s prize much more easily.

It prods at his rim before rubbing itself over his ass a few times. The slime that it emits stick to his skin rather than being washed away in the water. Once it’s deemed there’s enough, it brings its blunt head back to Dean’s ass and pushes lightly.

Dean grinds his teeth as it pushes past his tight ass. It’s no bigger than two fingers but the stretch still hurt ever so slightly. He grunts low in his chest as the tendril moves out slightly before diving a little further in. The feeling is foreign, but not unwanted. He can’t help the breathy gasp as it ventures in further, brushing up against those sweet bundle of nerves that has him wincing in bliss. The glide of the tentacle is slicked by the odd slime, but at least it’s not going in dry. Because God does Dean know that shower or bath sex is fucking difficult. Bloody amazing. But God does the water wash everything away quickly.

Another tentacle pushes up beside the first one, coiling around each other to make themselves thicker. The new found girth has Dean gasping and panting loudly. The stretch is painful but it’s a good stretch, quickly overlooked with just how good it all feels.

Cas holds onto him, his hands on his chest to keep him grounded. He continues to hold onto the angel’s sleeves, not wanting to let go in case he accidently grabs a hold of those slimy tentacles. He is still slightly grossed out by the feeling of them, but by god do they know what they’re doing down there.

The same tentacle that’s been jerking him off firmly squeezes his balls as if trying to milk him. Dean breathes out shakily as he feels it brush up against the head of his cock again, slicking him up even more. But it’s when the tip of the tendril flicks against the slit of Dean’s cock does he strangle out a cry and jerk suddenly in the water. Not out of panic or fear, but in pure pleasure and sensitivity that suddenly overtook his nerves. The tendril does it again, as if sensing the pleasure that it brings Dean and then it does it again and it brings the hunter to a shaking mess within the angel’s arms.

“You okay, Dean?” Cas immediately asks.

The hunter chuckles out loudly, the noise echoing off the cave walls. The water moves like it’s boiling with just how much the ancient being is moving around Dean. Wanting to touch every inch of him. Wanting to please him for giving his body to it.

“Yeah,” Dean breathes out finally. “I’m okay.”

Somehow, the tentacles move Dean’s jeans further down until they’re all the way down at his ankles. Then, with a firm grip around the hunter’s thighs, hard enough to leave bruises, they pull his legs open wider. Allowing the two tentacles to drive themselves even deeper into Dean with now a brutal pace.

Dean shudders as he can feel an orgasm quickly rising deep in his gut. But it’s stopped dead as the tentacle on his dick and balls squeezes tightly at the base of his cock. Stopping him in his tracks. The hunter can’t help the whines and keens that come from his throat now.

“Cas,” He finds himself breathing out.

The angel only holds him closer at that, moving him further up into his lap. But that doesn’t stop the thrusting of the tentacles. They move further into Dean, hitting every good spot that has his legs shaking. He throws his head back against Cas’s chest, panting and groaning deep within his throat. The angel stares at him for a moment, those big blue eyes just watching as Dean gets royally fucked. And being the type of romantic the hunter is, he grabs onto Cas’s hair and drags him down into a deep and wet kiss. It’s broken in bits and pieces between Dean trying to fill his air with lungs that the tendrils are pounding out of him. But the angel kisses back all the same.

The constricted grip around Dean’s balls and dick suddenly loosen up to begin feeling him up again. Dean shudders, his lips ghosting near Cas’s as he peers down at the water past a hooded gaze. It’s a lustful sight. So many of the black tentacles wrap around his legs and torso, wiggling and moving that it almost looks like rope for bondage. That earns Dean a chuckle from himself.

The pace of things suddenly change as he feels a third tentacle prodding at his loose rim. Dean hisses in sharply as it pulls and tugs before being able to slide up against the other two. It joins the others, the three coiling around each other to stretch Dean just that much wider. He loses himself now, throwing his head back once more into Cas to squeeze his eyes shut.

“You’re doing so well, Dean,” Cas’s words send a deadly shiver down his back that pushes him just that further to the edge. “Just a little further, I think they’re almost done.”

The thought is a blessing, but at the same time Dean doesn’t want this to stop. This feels too good. He shivers and shakes at the constant onslaught of his guts. He feels his balls tightening again, his orgasm building up again, stronger this time. The tentacles just have to keep hitting the spot and ah- Ah!

Dean arches up out of the water as he juts his hips as he comes undone. Hot, thick ropes of cum land in the water that are quickly washed away down in the stream. The tentacles don’t stop what they’re doing. They pump every last drop out of him, squeezing at his dick and balls to milk him dry. The three inside of him don’t stop either, keeping up a pace that is becoming very sensitive with every thrust. As if they send a jolt of electricity through him with each pass over his sensitive prostate.

Dean pants out, weary eyes watching the black tendrils do their thing. “Cas?” He asks as if the angel know the answer to the question that goes unasked.

“The door hasn’t opened yet,” he inquires.

His green eyes flicker over to the door that is still sealed shut. Every movement the tentacles now make is very overstimulating and overbearing. He grinds his teeth as little grunts escape his throat at each thrust.

“Just hold out a little longer,” Cas’s fingers knead at his scalp. “You can do this.”

A shiver runs down Dean’s spine as he squeezes his eyes shut. It’s painful and Dean reaches down to at least move the tentacle from his dick. But Cas is quick to grab his wrist and bring it back over his head with the other. Dean arches his back, trying to move or push the burning feeling from his hardening dick for the second time tonight. He whines out a noise that is shaky and on the verge of a sob.

Suddenly, the three tentacles in him stutter and sink a little deeper within him. They pulse and bulge lightly as they cum deep within the hunter. The hot cum feels sticky just like the slime that the tentacles are covered in. Dean’s body shakes at the sensation, his mouth gaping wide as it feels like it keeps going on for ages.

When the tentacles deem itself finished, they pull out slowly, leaving Dean feeling sticky and slightly bloated. The rest of the black, slithering tentacles retract from Dean’s body just as slowly as if not wanting to let go. He pants and licks his lips, trying to collect himself the best he can. But he still feels very dead to the world. That might’ve been the best orgasm he’s ever had.

“Holy shit,” he manages to get out.

A loud click drags both Dean’s and Cas’s attention over to the door that opens by itself smoothly. Dean can’t help the breathless laugh that bounces off the cave walls.

“You did great, Dean,” the angel comments with a smile.

Dean swallows thickly and doesn’t move from where he is. He looks back into the water and quickly notices that the tentacle mass has moved away from him. It keeps at a distance like it did with Cas. He thicks his dry lips again.

He’s never going to be able to look at another alien porn the same.

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i think i realized that i only (occasionally) like angel!dean in fic but not for canon. he shouldn't be any type of angel or other entity imo. he's just a really exceptional human and at the same time also not, but someone with strong character who went on a complicated but ultimately rewarding journey (the rewarding part we'll see on our screens one day). i like how dean's unique story and heart doesn't make him less/more than human, in the same way i like how cas' unique story and heart doesn't make him less of an angel