#castiel drabble

[spitefulsatanfics]

❝𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋’𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐁𝐂𝐒❞

Castiel x Female Hunter!Reader Rating: 18+ (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

⚠️ Warnings: Graphic sexual content, virgin!Cas, possessiveness, praise, oral (fem receiving especially), deep emotional intimacy, wing kink, overstimulation, angelic strength play, slight cockwarming, slight jealousy kink, worship kink, soul-deep connection, celestial-level obsession, biblical metaphors and imagery, awkward but loving dominance, slow burn, first times, and lots of intense eye contact

❝𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖.❞

— Castiel, with his forehead pressed to yours, voice wrecked by the weight of wanting.

🜛 A — Adoration

No one adores like Castiel.

To him, you are holy. He touches you like he’s worried you’ll shatter. Like you’re something fragile, rare, divine.

His hands tremble the first time they graze your bare skin. He stares like your body rewrites the laws of Heaven. Every gasp you make is catalogued, memorized, treasured.

🜛 B — Body Worship

He doesn’t understand shame. Only awe.

He kisses every inch of you like it’s sacred text. Lingers on scars, freckles, stretch marks. Runs reverent hands down your thighs like he's mapping out constellations.

“You are…” he murmurs, breathless, “...a miracle.”

🜛 C — Curiosity

He asks questions. So many.

“What does this do?” “Do you like this pressure?” “Why do you make that sound when I touch you here?”

He's a scholar of your pleasure. He takes mental notes. Studies reactions. Adjusts technique. And when he finds something that makes you arch and moan?

He obsesses.

🜛 D — Desperation

The first time he takes you, it’s not perfect — it’s overwhelming.

He’s shaking. Panting. Completely undone. His grace pulses wild, his eyes almost glowing. He thrusts like he can’t believe you’re letting him do this.

Like he might die if you tell him to stop.

He won’t last long — not that time. But the second? Third? Fourth? He makes damn sure you do.

🜛 E — Eye Contact

Castiel stares — always.

Deep, intense, searching. Like he’s not just looking at your face but your soul. Especially when he’s buried inside you, whispering your name like it's the only word he knows.

“Look at me,” he says softly. “Please. I want to see you.”

🜛 F — First Times

He’s a virgin, but he’s not clueless.

Still — it’s adorable how awkward he is. The asking. The fumbles. The wide eyes when you undress.

But the moment he’s inside you? It clicks. And his instincts take over in the most dangerous, devastating way.

Slow. Deep. Careful — but possessive.

🜛 G — Graceplay

You don’t even know what to call it — but sometimes, he lets you feel his grace while you’re together.

A soft pulse down your spine. A whisper of celestial heat where his hands are. Like static. Like lightning. Like worship.

It floods you. Cradles you. Fuses with your soul until you're glowing with it.

He doesn’t do it often — but when he does, it’s divine.

🜛 H — Hands

Big. Rough. Incredibly gentle.

He loves using his fingers — loves watching them disappear inside you. Watches your face. Adjusts the angle with a tilt of his wrist that makes you sob.

He whispers your name with every thrust of his knuckles, memorizing the way you fall apart around his palm.

🜛 I — Intimacy

Sex isn’t separate from love for Castiel. It is love.

He touches you like a man long starved. Kisses you until his lips bruise. Buries his face in your shoulder and moans your name like it’s prayer, confession, and absolution in one.

🜛 J — Jealousy

He’s awkward about it. Doesn’t quite know how to say what he feels.

But his eyes darken. His jaw tics. His hand finds your waist and tightens.

And later, in bed, he holds you down and shows you — slowly, thoroughly — that you belong to him.

“You are mine,” he whispers. “And I am yours.”

🜛 K — Kinks

Yes. The angel has kinks. Big ones:

Praise kink (both giving and receiving)

Wing kink (more on that later)

Ownership/possessiveness

Oral obsession

Soul-deep bonding

Cockwarming (intimacy-heavy)

Sensory control (via grace)

Desperate first-time energy

🜛 L — Learning

He wants to try everything with you.

Toys? Positions? Roleplay? He’s curious, eager, and so attentive. He takes your pleasure personally — like every orgasm you give him is a divine mission.

And he learns fast.

🜛 M — Marking

He doesn’t understand the human instinct at first — but then?

He loves it.

Your nails in his back. His teeth on your throat. Hickeys blooming like violets under your collarbone. His grace shimmering under your skin.

You glow with him. And he wants the world to see.

🜛 N — Need

This man is starving for you.

He doesn't know how to ask. Doesn’t know how to pace himself.

So when it hits? It hits.

He pins you to the mattress, growling your name, face buried in your neck, and takes. Asks permission. But when you give it?

He devours.

🜛 O — Oral Fixation

He wants to please you — and oral is where he shines.

He studies you. Watches your thighs twitch. Tracks your breathing.

And when he finds that perfect rhythm?

He stays there. Murmuring “Don’t run. Please. Let me give this to you.”

🜛 P — Praise

You call him good and he melts.

It’s new. Raw. Earth-shattering.

“Is this... what you like?” “Yes, Cas.” “You’re pleased?” “God yes. Please keep going.” “I — yes. I will. I promise.”

And the pride in his voice when he hears you cry his name?

He’s ruined.

🜛 Q — Quiet Desperation

He’s not loud. He suffers.

Little groans. Whispered prayers. A low, aching "Please..." when he’s close, trembling, trying to hold back.

It makes it so much worse. Or better.

🜛 R — Ritual

He remembers. Everything.

The exact way you like to be touched. Your favorite aftercare lotion. How you shiver when he kisses your inner knee.

To him, sex is sacred. And he treats it like liturgy.

🜛 S — Soulbond

He doesn’t just love you — he knows you.

In every thrust. Every kiss. Every exhale.

He feels you through his grace. Wraps your souls together until you’re not sure where he ends and you begin.

🜛 T — Teasing

He doesn’t even mean to tease. He’s accidental torture.

That soft, rough voice. That intense eye contact. The way he holds perfectly still while inside you — like cockwarming is natural.

Like patience is foreplay.

And when he does tease you on purpose?

You break.

🜛 U — Understanding

Your body. Your fears. Your trauma. Your limits.

He sees all of it. And honors it.

There is nothing he wouldn’t wait for. Nothing he wouldn’t learn. Nothing he wouldn’t adapt to just to make you feel safe.

🜛 V — Voyeurism

He adores watching you touch yourself.

Not because he’s jealous. But because it wrecks him — seeing your need for him with your hand between your legs and his name on your tongue.

He’ll join. Or he’ll watch, grace pulsing under his skin, fists clenched with restraint.

🜛 W — Wings

His wings — invisible to most — become visible to you.

Especially during intense pleasure.

They pulse. They flare. They wrap around you like a second skin.

And the first time you reach out to touch them?

He screams. Falls apart. Begging.

🜛 X — eXcessive Devotion

Call it simping. Call it celestial obsession.

Whatever you call it — he is devoted. Will drop Heaven for you. Will sacrifice anything to keep you.

And in bed? That desperation becomes worship.

He never gets enough. Never wants to.

🜛 Y — Yearning

Centuries. Millennia.

That’s how long Castiel longed for connection — and now he has you.

And he aches for you. When you’re gone. When you’re near. When he’s inside you and still not close enough.

It’s biblical.

🜛 Z — Zzz / Sleeping Together

He doesn’t sleep. But he lies with you.

Watches you. Memorizes your breathing. Strokes your hair. Presses grace-light kisses to your bare shoulder while you sleep — his arms wrapped tight around you like you’re his heaven.

Because you are.

𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚: 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 ♡ | Date written and published: 2025™

[5sospenguinqueen]

Dean: It’s over. We won.

(Behind him, the monster slowly stands back up)

Sam:

Castiel:

Y/N: Dean…

Dean: No. We won. I’m not turning around to look at it. We won.

[chappedlipdirtycontacts]

thinking about a lazy motel stay with cas.

you, dean and sam were so exhausted after a hunt, so dean drove the impala into the nearest motel parking lot. sam and dean room together, leaving you and castiel alone.

you showered and got in bed while castiel awkwardly stood nearby watching you. just as you get comfortable, you tell him to shower and get in bed with you.

after about 10 minutes of hearing the water run, it finally shuts off. he gingerly climbs into bed with just his boxers on and he lays flat on his back, not wanting to touch you if you didn’t want him to.

but you did want the physical contact. so you lazily scoot over to him and lay your head against his chest. he hesitantly rests his hand on your back and eventually starts rubbing small circles.

you didn’t expect him to sleep. he’s an angel after all. but you at least wanted him to enjoy the luxury of laying in a bed - albeit a shitty, lumpy mattress - but it was something.

as you drift off to sleep, he spends the night staring at your relaxed face. tracing every soft curve with his softened eyes a million times over.

when the sunlight starts to shine through the sheer curtains, he finds himself not wanting to move. he didn’t realize how tired you were. he wouldn’t dare disrupt your peace now. till eventually, dean pounds loudly on your door.

“rise and shine love birds!! we’re on the road in 20!” his voice is rough and almost annoyed.

you’re startled awake from the elder winchester’s urgent voice. you groggily begin to get dressed and pack up.

castiel stays in bed just watching, and he can’t help but wish he got just a few more minutes laying in bed with you.

[castielsonlyangel]

ᯓ★ˎˊ as a thank you

content warning: fluff !! injuries, cas having feelings that he doesn’t know how to deal with

pairing: Castiel Novak x fem!reader

word count: 1k

liliths notes! : based on this request !! the writing process for this one was a bit tricky but i feel like it ended up being worth it! not proofread, lmk if there are mistakes to change <3

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The air was cold and the sky was dark, the sound of Castiels panicking voice breaking through the silence of the night.

“You’re okay. I will bring you to the bunker.” He told you firmly, sounding worried and scared, which was something you never heard from the steady minded angel.

You groaned, hissing in through your teeth as the pain tore through you. Your hands weakly pressed against your wounded side, Cas putting pressure on it himself.

Your vision was hazy, his face blurring in and out of focus in front of you. Castiel attempted to heal your side with his grace, but it was a fruitless attempt. Fortunately, his borrowed grace was enough to keep you alive and breathing, but it didn’t stop the bleeding and white hot pain that overcame you.

“I will get you to the car. You will live, but you will be in pain.” He spoke slowly, serious and guilty. He should’ve been there to protect you, he thought.

The drive to the bunker was slow and painful. Cas was constantly talking to you even if he only got mumbles in response, reassuring you and praising you to try make you feel as safe as possible.

It was empty and quiet inside the bunker, the Impala missing from the front, which made Cas assume the brothers had gone out for food or a beer run.

You clung to Castiels jacket sleeve, leaning your full weight heavily against him. “I’ll fix you up.” He promised gruffly, guiding you to sit down on a chair in the library.

He disappeared for a moment but swiftly returned with a little first aid kit in his hand. “I am going to stitch up your side.” Cas told you, giving you a gentle squeeze on the shoulder.

You nodded, bracing yourself for the uncomfortable sensation you were about to feel.

The stitching process was slow and careful. Cas glanced up at you every time you winced, his face apologetic and guilty. He knew he needed to do this to keep you safe, but he hated making you feel uncomfortable.

“Cas, can I have some water?” You croaked out, feeling dizzy and almost delirious from the pain. He didn’t waste a second in escaping to the kitchen, coming back a tall glass of water and handing it off to you slowly.

He hovered close by as he observed you drink the water, his eyebrows furrowing with worry as if you could drown by simply sipping it. Your hands were shaky as you placed the now half empty glass on the table, smiling weakly at the angel.

“You’re so kind.” You hummed, cheeks flushed and eyes blurry.

Castiel nodded, a nervous smile taking over his lips. He didn’t usually get flustered or nervous, but his lack of grace made him significantly more human and vulnerable to experiencing human emotions, like love and crushing on people.

Before he could even reply, you had leaned over and pressed a gentle yet missy kiss to his soft lips. Cas was completely taken aback by the sudden display of affection, but he wasn’t complaining by any means.

He took a few moments to process the kiss, sitting up straighter in the chair he was in.

“I’m tired.” You announced with a sigh, slouching in your chair. Castiel blinked slowly when you spoke, but shook his head and snapped himself out of the surprise.

“Okay. Let’s get you to bed.”

Half an hour later, you were peacefully sleeping in your bed, Cas watching over you while a million different things ran through his mind at once.

He didn’t know what to think of what just happened. Did it actually mean something, or was he completely overreacting? Did people do that as a thanks often?

Instead of sitting in these thoughts, he pulled out his phone and called the person he hoped would help.

The phone rang four times before Dean’s familiar voice answered, “Hello?”

Based on the noise and music coming from the other end of the phone, Cas assumed he was probably at a bar. That would explain why he’d been gone so long.

Without wasting a second, he got straight onto his questions. “What do I do if someone kisses me to say thanks? Does she like me? Or is she just nice?” He blurted out, eyes darting over to your sleeping form.

The sudden questions caught Dean off guard, making him laugh on the other end.

After a few minutes of teasing and explaining, the call ended, leaving Cas to sit in silence with his thoughts for the rest of the time you were asleep. It was painful, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the warm fuzzy feeling he had in his chest.

The next morning, Castiel was in the kitchen making you breakfast when you wandered in, still looking half asleep and physically exhausted. “Hey, Cas. That for me?” You yawned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes with a fist.

He nodded, clearing his throat and avoiding your eyes as he slid the plate over to you.

“Thank you.” You smiled, taking it from him. “And thank you for last night, I wouldn’t be here without you. Literally.” You teased lightly, raising an eyebrow at how he wouldn’t look at you.

Your grateful words and your warm smile gave him a boost of confidence, his cheeks turning a soft pink as he moved to be in front of you. “You’re welcome.” He nodded, and then hesitantly leaned in and gave you a kiss similar to the one you stole from his last night.

You blinked in surprise, giving him a confused look as you immediately grew flustered. You had no recollection of the thanks you gave to him last night, so this was a welcome surprise of reciprocation.

Castiel shifted nervously, looking down to the floor. “Dean told me you’d like that.” He mumbled, sounding sheepish and shy.

“Well.. He was right.”

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[castiwls]

Come home to me - c.n

Paring; castiel x reader

Synopsis: Getting hurt on a hunt was expected, but this was different. This left your life on the line

Warnings; mention of death and injury

Requested;anon

Notes;so sorry this took so long! also not wrote for castiel in a minute so I apologise if its kinda occ :) reqs and inbox are open

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Pain was something you were used to. It wasn’t often you found yourself walking away from a hunt unscathed but this…this was something you’d never felt before.

White hot pain pulsed through your side as you tried to remember how to breathe again. You couldn’t even remember what had happened. One minute you were standing and the next you were looking at the barn's roof.

You weren’t even sure if you’d finished the hunt. The only thing you knew was that you were in pain.  A hand on your chest pulled you back to reality. The car jostled slightly causing you to wince as pain shot up your side.

“Is it bad?” Your voice was strained as you looked up at met a pair of blue eyes full of concern. Castiel was quiet his eyes trained on your face. “You're going to be okay.” He nodded before moving his hand over your side. 

His voice was passive but you could tell by his eyes that he was scared and you couldn’t tell if he was reassuring himself or you. Taking a sharp breath you reached a hand up towards him. One of his hands quickly wrapped around yours and squeezed it.

“M’tired Cas.” You mumbled watching as his eyes widened slightly. He shook his head before saying something you didn’t catch. Your ears seemed to fill with water as the voices in the car blended together to make one muffled mass.

The pain continued to pulse through you as quiet mumbles left your lips. Your eyes continued to droop as you watched him stare down at you. 

Truthfully you had no idea if you were dying. The thought left a small pinch of fear rushing through you. What if you were dying? What if you died in this car? What if you died and never got to tell him?

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

Castiel watched in near horror as your eyes finally closed and your body went limp on his lap. Placing a hand on your shoulder he shook you gently, careful of your wound. “Hey.” He could feel Dean’s eyes on him from the mirror as he continued to shake you.

The sound of the engine revving faded into the background as he continued calling your name begging for your eyes to open again.

Until now fear had been something he’d never felt. The idea alone was so alien to him that for a moment he had no idea what that cold feeling that seemed to chill his body was. 

For the first time, Castiel was genuinely scared. He knew healing you wasn’t an option until you got back to the motel. The car was too shaky and he wasn’t willing to risk causing you any more pain. 

“You're gonna be okay.” He mumbled pushing your hair off your face. Staring down at you he found himself slowly mapping your features. He’d always known that there was something about you. Something which left him constantly looking for your attention. Your smile alone could brighten his day and the thought of never seeing it again left him feeling sick to his stomach.

Losing you was maybe his worst fear, and now that might actually be a reality.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

Castiel didn’t know how long it had been. Both Sam and Dean had begrudgingly retired to their own motel room leaving you both alone a few hours ago. 

Even after being healed you continued to lie lifeless on the old bed while he sat quietly at your side. Letting out a breath he leaned forward on his knees looking at you for a moment. Your clothes were still bloody and torn but your side now showed no memories of the gash that had been there only hours earlier.

Running a hand through his hair he leaned back into the chair, his mind still going a mile a minute. Castiel had never had the words to tell you how he really felt. He’d become so accustomed to being your ‘best friend’ that the idea of being anything more had slowly faded away. 

He knew he was in love. He’d been in love since the first day he’d met you and now he’d waited too long and may never get the chance to tell you.

A small pained groan broke through the silence and his head shot up. Another small noise left your lips as you stretched out your leg, feeling the stiffness on one side of your body slowly lessen.

“Wha..what happened?” You asked turning your head to where he was sitting. “Cas?” His hand shot out grabbing a hold of yours, his eyes wide. “How do you feel?” His voice was laced with concern.

You thought for a moment trying to piece together your foggy memories of what had happened on the hunt. The pieces slowly slotted together and you let out a worried breath immediately reaching for your side.

Feeling the now untouched skin you looked over to the angel. “Stiff but…much better.” You smiled weakly, fatigue still clouding your mind. “Thank you.” 

He nodded a small smile growing on his lips. Relief rushed through him as you slowly moved to sit up against the pillows. “I’m glad.” He was quiet for a moment before clearing his throat.

“Can I…can I tell you something.” Castiel felt his gaze fall onto his hands as you tilted your head watching him. “Of course. You can tell me anything.” You answered trying to reassure him. 

He nodded before falling quiet again. You watched as opened his mouth a few times before stopping himself and shaking his head. “Cas, come on you can tell me.” You laughed gently patting the bed beside you.

Taking the hint he came to sit beside you. He felt the bed dip slightly as you moved closer a smile on your lips. Part of him was so relieved still that you were alive that it took him a moment to realise that you’d placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m in love with you.” He said suddenly. The confession seemed to shock you both as you stiffened slightly and he sucked in a breath.

The air seemed to grow tense for a moment before he turned to face you, his breath catching in his throat as he mentally prepared himself for the possibility of you rejecting him.

Instead, you were smiling brightly, a small dusting of red on your cheeks. “You're not just saying that 'cause I almost died right?” 

He shook his head reaching for your hand which wasn’t on his shoulder. “No. No of course not. I really mean it.”

He looked down to where your hands were intertwined. “Well.” You moved your hand from his shoulder to gently tip his chin up.

“I guess it’s a good thing I feel the same.”

[supernaturalfreewill]

Cas was struggling to find the words to explain, to calm you down. You were recoiling from him, looking absolutely terrified, glancing between him and the three bodies smoking on the floor. You had backed up until your back hit the wall and now you were pressing yourself into it, as far away from him as you could get. Cas put his hands up, palms out, in a show of good will and spoke calmly. "I know this is a lot to take in right now—" he began.

"They're—they're dead—They—you killed them!" you stammered, not even able to truly comprehend what you were seeing.

"I did, but I killed them for you," Cas said without thinking, taking a cautious step toward you.

"Wh—Is that supposed to help?!" you yelled, your voice coming out unnaturally high.

"Uhh—oh... uhh..." Cas puzzled over what to say next. "They were demons," he said bluntly.

Now, you stared at him with your jaw dropped open.

"I—I am not good at this. Sam! Dean!" he suddenly yelled over his shoulder. His blue eyes returned to your face and he looked apologetic. "Everything it going to be okay. I promise. SAM!" Prompt: "I did, but I killed them for you." A/N: I can picture this in my head in multiple ways, comical and hilarious or completely intense and they're both so good <3 Poor Cas

[reginaphalangelobster]

May I Kiss You?

Dean Winchester x Castiel (no reader insert)

Summary: Dean goes after a nest of vampires alone. Not a good idea. Maybe.

Warnings: brief descriptions of violence, swearing.

Word Count: 700

Requested

A/n: I rarely write anything with a reader insert so I hope this is good! Dean is nice to Cas because I want him to be, okay? (This) means the text is Dean's thoughts. For more fics and drabbles, check out my Masterlists!

Dean had killed a hundred vampires, surely. They were common, routine. So when a nest popped up in Colorado and Sam was off on one of his 'alone time' trips, it was only natural for Dean to check it out. Cas was busy with heaven stuff so he didn't bother him. It was just a simple in and out vamp nest, easy. Or so he thought. He didn't expect them to be waiting for him. Lurking in the dark corners of the old warehouse they were rumoured to be camped out in. Dean didn't expect them to jump him the second he walked through the door.

Two vampires pounced on him, his quick reflexes managed to decapitate one for them but the other knocked him down. He wrangled it off of him and cut it to pieces, only for another five to charge at him next. He killed two but the others got the best of him. One kicked the machete out of his hand, another held him down and the last one bit him. The second she sunk her teeth into his skin Dean called out Cas' name at the top of his lungs. It took a total of about 0.3 seconds for Castiel to appear behind the vampire and rip her head off. He disposed of the others immediately, his grace pulsed through his hands and killed them in seconds.

He turned to a bloodied and beaten Dean and knelt down beside him. His hands came out, one rested on Dean's chest and the other cupped his face. Dean looked up at Cas and saw the fear in his eyes.

"Dean" Cas spoke roughly but still quiet, quieter than usual "Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine, been through worse" He coughed out.

Cas' hands began to glow a bright blue, Dean could see the struggle on the angel's face and he place one of his hands over the one Cas had on his chest.

"Hey, I'm okay, I don't need any angel mojo" He half smiled.

Castiel tried to heal him, he really did but he was too weak and his grace faded.

"I'm sorry, I should be able to heal you" His head hung low as he muttered to the ground.

"You saved my life Cas, I think that's pretty good for now" Dean tried to play it off with a joke but Cas kept his eyes trained to the dirt below them.

"I'm supposed to heal you. I'm supposed to help you. If I hadn't helped Metatro-"

"No" Dean said firmly, surprising Cas and making him look up "You did what you thought was right, you always do angel, don't apologise for that"

This time Cas returned Dean's small smile with one of his own. A rare sight that Dean could stare at forever. If the lighting were better Dean would be able to see the slight tingle of pink dusted across Castiel's cheeks at the very literal but still sweet nickname.

"Thank you Dean, I don't deserve you"

Dean's heart rate quickened, did he just say that? Did Cas just say that? The angel in question moved his hand across Dean's chest, over to his heart.

(Son of a bitch)

"Are you sure you are fine? Your heart is beating at an abnormal pace"

"You're touching me"

(Shit)

(I didn't say that)

(Nope, didn't say it)

"Does it often do that when I touch you?"

"Every time"

(Fuck)

"Is that bad?"

"No"

(FUCK)

"Is it good?"

"Very"

(SHUT THE FUCK UP)

"I am still unsure of human customs, and what to do in certain situations. I have found that asking is generally best"

(Where's he going with this?)

"May I kiss you Dean?"

( )

"U-uh, yeah, yes, please"

(Did I just say fucking please?)

Castiel leaned down slowly, even with Dean's consent he wasn't sure. That was until Dean leaned up. Then he knew. Cas pressed his lips gently to Dean's, he was soft, much softer than he had imagined. Cas pulled away slightly, his face still extremely close to Dean's.

"Was that….right?" Cas asked nervously.

"Yes" Dean answered far too quickly.

"May I do it again?"

"You'd better"

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[reallyunluckyrunaway]

11x13 had potential...

I'd love to see a fanfiction revolving around episode 11x13 "Love Hurt's" the goldmine of WTFuck-ery that episode could've been...

Blah blah blah, and of course it's The Darkness that walks through the door for Dean... Right? But can you imagine the absolute w i g s n a c h-e r y that would've been, if everyone was expecting The Darkness to be Dean's apparition/desire—and fucking CAS walked in instead?!

[queer-dancing-fandom-nerd]

“Questions”

SPN Drabble for @spnspeeddatingbang’s weekly prompts.

God is good.

This, Castiel knew.

Heaven is God’s dominion, his kingdom everlasting.

This, Castiel knew.

Angels are warriors of Heaven, servants to God’s will.

This, Castiel knew.

God’s will is mysterious, for only He is all-knowing. And at the end of All Things, God’s Kingdom shall prevail, and the Righteous shall inherit the Earth.

This, Castiel knew.

And yet…

The Righteous Man’s broken voice rang out, hollow. Dead. For the Angels have forced him to relive his Hell, to become the very thing he detested most.

And it was wrong.

This, Castiel also knew.

So where was the lie?

[bettystonewell]

Felt The Earth Move

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Dean Winchester x Castiel

Team Free Will finally get their beach day. Only now, Dean is dealing with a massive burn. But so is Sam. 999 words

Tags: humour, sunburns, beach day, smut implied

A/N: This one is for @ambiguous-avery’s Summer Snapshot Challenge. The challenge was to write something beach themed, and keep it under 1k. Nailed it! 😅 I plan to do a Dean x reader fic for this challenge, too, I just liked the idea of a Grumpy Dean and Oblivious Cas in this scenario.

Everything hurts. Everything. And Dean’s not about to admit that to Sam or anyone else after all they’ve accomplished in such a short amount of time. 

He wanted this. Dreamed of going to a beach like this for years, and now Cas’ got him opening up in more ways than one, on top of it, which, awesome. Two birds, one stone. Only, he somehow has to navigate his sorry sunburnt ass back to the house and into the safety of his room without Sammy catching on to what he’s doing.

There’s peeling and chafing from sand in places he didn’t know existed, and what a great start to their weekend? Dean dying of pain because he didn’t heed his little brother’s advice and put some sunblock on.

He stands. Stretches and—bad move. Soooo fucking bad. 

He looks to Cas through his whimper, but somehow feigns a grin. “You ready?” he says through it.

The angel nods. 

They just have to make it back to the room because there’s a shower there. A bathroom full of smelly crap the condo’s owner keeps in the ensuite, and something in that stash has to heal burns, right?

He takes a step, and fuck - the heat. The fire. He’d much rather Alistair rip his skin off inch by inch with a pair of rusty garden sheers than this. It’d hurt less than this. Anything will hurt less than this.

“Are you okay, Dean?” Cas asks. His brilliant blue eyes tilted, scrutinising. His face, the usual complexion, albeit less stoic, like the time he was Meg’s Clarence and discovered bees.

Dean shields the agony through a simple hum. “You kidding? After that?” He grabs Cas’ hand and tugs. Tears him away from the shore. Each step a new rip in the bandaid, holding his soul together, but he doesn’t stop. He’s gotta get back and find something for the burns. 

Across the sand, across the road, and to the door at the top of the stairs—he pauses. Eyes the lock and threatens the steel handle not to make a sound.

“Why are you—”

Dean holds his hand out, pulling the flambeed skin there, too. “Just,” he says with a hiss, fingers moving to grip the handle. Thank Chuck something’s cold.

But the door yanks open from the other side, and not only is his arm pulled from its socket, but the sting? Oh, the mother fucking sting. He’s like a teenager caught out on curfew, stoner friend to his right.

He lets out a sound he’s not proud of and shuts it back in the second he sees Sam’s face, staring at him with a judgmental brow.

“Dude—”

“Don’t,” Dean says with finality. At least they made use of the beach. The house they’re squatting in is nice, but the whole point is the sun, the surf, the sand between their toes, and that beach is beautiful.

Of course, Sam insists on being right. “I told you—”

“And I said don’t.” Dean’s mouth follows with a huff that would’ve made a smoke signal had they been somewhere less humid when he sliced his beet-red arm through the air again. The colour, far more obvious now they’re standing in some artificial light. 

He barges in, Cas hot on his heels, as he beelines to the kitchen. No point hiding it now. Sammy’s on the trail, not wincing because he doesn’t have “mineral particles from seashells” burrowing into the creases of his sack. 

At least the ceramic tiles are cool. The air conditioning, cool. The fridge, heaven with beer and colder things, and he stands there with his back to it. Hand bringing a bottle of the sweet amber liquid tentatively to his mouth until Cas pops in and saves the damn day.

“You’re dehydrated,” he says, and really? Now he steps in with a medical diagnosis? 

Couldn’t have insisted on sunblock back down on the sand? Told him to scooch under the shade more? He could’ve done without the melanoma on his shoulders. A hunter dying of skin cancer is, well, it’s tragic, and, “I’m thirsty,” he spits as Cas pries the bottle out of his hands with a stern pout. Who does he think he is?

“I thought you two took the umbrella?” Sam asks, but Dean is too busy glaring at the angel to answer. 

“We did.” He sets the beer down next to Sam and takes a glass tumbler from the dish rack, filling it with water.

“So how come he’s looking more and more like Patrick?” 

On that, Cas turns around. “The saint?” he says as Dean perks up with “Swayze?” and okay, odd comparison, but he’ll take it. 

Only Sam’s looking him up and down, and he’s soon doing the same when his brother’s brows raise at his stomach. “No, Star,” he says, and Dean’s seeing a whole new shade of red. 

Alright, so he’s a little pink? The shorts? Yeah, okay, he sees it, but though there’s pudge where there used to be taut muscle, it’s nothing like the starfish. 

He’s rocking these shorts, and even Cas approves. He taps his palm on his shoulder, giving him the glass and a slight curve to his pursed lips. His monotonous tone never faltering, even when he says, “The sun moves in the sky,” like he’s channelling National Geographic.

Of course, Sam crosses his arms. Shakes his legs and stands taller. “Right? So why didn’t you?” 

And there’s the kicker. Dean’s big moment. His payback. Sam wants to know what they were doing? Then he’ll tell him. No skin off his nose, only Cas throws him a sideways glance first. Gives his own up and down over Dean’s body, throwing a wink to rival any of his. 

“The sun wasn’t the only thing moving,” he deadpans, and while both Winchester’s drop their jaws, Sam’s is looking mighty red.

”You asked.” Dean smacks his shoulder, unable to mask either burn.

“I shouldn’t have.” Sam shakes his head and walks away.

[transthatmasc]

Claire [more antsy and pissed at life than normal]: god would you just leave me alone already?

Cas [leaning towards her and sniffing]: Ah, Menstruation.

Claire: [hurls a coffee mug directly at his head]

[spitefulsatanfics]

🕯️ 𝕀 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕐𝕠𝕦 — ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕝 𝕀𝕟 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 🕯️

"You don’t understand. I would fall again — a thousand times — just to stay beside her." — Castiel (probably whispering this in Enochian when you're asleep)

Pairing: Castiel x Reader (She/Her)

Rating: T / PG-13 — Canon-level violence & language, celestial yearning, heavy emotional intimacy, angelic affection with mortal weight

Tone: Canon-compliant, reverent romance, socially awkward clinginess, holy devotion meets unintentional obsession

Written by: 🖤 Little Devil — ⌘ Written and published: June 26, 2025 ™

Based on: Supernatural — Seasons 4 through 9 (canon-compliant, 17+)

✧ 𝟏. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐭 ✧

Castiel doesn’t follow you. He just... happens to appear wherever you are. Constantly.

Drabble: “Cas?” you ask, half-laughing. “You were just in Idaho.” He blinks. “You stubbed your toe. I felt your pain spike.” You stare. “It was... distressing.” You blink back. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t explain further. He just steps a little closer. “I wished to be present in case you needed comfort.” And suddenly, you’re not annoyed. You’re floored. Because his version of love? It’s instinct.

✧ 𝟐. 𝐍𝐨 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐦 ✧

He doesn’t understand human relationships. But he knows he’d rather be in the same room as you than anywhere else in the universe.

Drabble: He’s standing in your doorway. Again. “Cas, are you lost?” “No.” He tilts his head. “I am... orbiting.” You blink. “Orbiting?” “I’ve read that’s what... emotionally bonded humans do.” You raise an eyebrow. “I feel calmer when I can hear you breathe.” You just sigh, setting down your book. “Come in then.” He smiles like it’s the sun rising in his chest.

✧ 𝟑. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 ✧

He says your name like it’s the first word he ever learned, and the last thing he’ll ever say.

Drabble: It’s quiet in the bunker. He says your name out of nowhere — soft, reverent. You glance up. “Cas?” He blinks. “I like saying it.” “Why?” “It grounds me.” You swallow thickly. He tilts his head again. “Would you prefer I say it less?” You shake your head. “No. Never.”

✧ 𝟒. 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 ✧

He touches you like he’s afraid he’ll break something sacred. And every brush of his fingers is deliberate.

Drabble: He fixes your coat collar with the care of a priest handling relics. Wipes dirt from your cheek with his thumb like he’s writing a prayer. Every touch is laced with that careful restraint — as if he’s still afraid that being close to you might burn the wings off his back again. You reach up and touch his jaw. “Castiel,” you whisper. He closes his eyes like it’s a benediction.

✧ 𝟓. 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐀𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ✧

You could be talking about pie or killing demons — doesn’t matter. He looks at you like you are divine.

Drabble: You’re rambling. Again. Cas hasn’t blinked in three minutes. “Are you even listening?” “Yes.” “Then what did I say?” He repeats every word — perfectly. Then adds, “But I was also cataloging how you tuck your hair behind your ear. I like that.” You stare. He doesn’t flinch. Just keeps looking. Like you hung the stars. Like you’re what the angels were supposed to follow.

✧ 𝟔. 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✧

Cas will straight-up smite anyone who threatens you. He says it very calmly.

Drabble: The demon sneers. You take a step back. Cas takes a step forward. His voice doesn’t raise. “If you touch her, I will end you.” The demon laughs. Castiel lifts one hand. The scream doesn’t last long. He turns back to you, all softness again. “Are you alright?” You nod, stunned. “Good,” he says, visibly relaxing. “Because I’m not.”

✧ 𝟕. 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ✧

Cas can sense your heartbeat across a battlefield. It keeps him grounded — and a little obsessed.

Drabble: The town’s chaos. Black-eyed demons everywhere. Dean and Sam are shouting. But Cas? Cas is still. Head tilted. “What are you doing?” Dean yells. “I can hear her,” Cas says quietly. “What?” “Her heartbeat. It hasn’t faltered. She’s alive. I’m going to her.” And then he vanishes like smoke in the wind.

✧ 𝟖. 𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜, 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐰𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐲 ✧

Cas doesn’t cook. Doesn’t clean. But he folds your laundry like it's a sacred rite and refills your shampoo because he noticed it was low.

Drabble: You step out of the shower and your favorite towel is already waiting — warm. Your shampoo bottle’s been replaced. Your tea is steeping. Cas walks by with the faintest smile. “You used the last of it yesterday. I wanted to ensure you wouldn’t be inconvenienced.” You blink. He tilts his head. “Is that... not the human standard of care?” “No,” you whisper. “It’s... more.”

✧ 𝟗. 𝐀𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 ✧

Cas is bad at being apart from you. He doesn’t understand why it makes him feel... cold.

Drabble: You’re on a solo supply run. He’s pacing in the bunker. Dean groans. “She’ll be back in twenty.” Cas stops. Stares. “But what if something happens?” Dean sighs. “You know you could fly to her, right?” Cas nods. “I promised to give her space.” Then quieter—“But my chest feels... wrong.” Dean mutters, “Yeah, that’s love, buddy.” Cas blinks. “I don’t like it.” “You’re not supposed to.”

✧ 𝟏𝟎. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐞 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 ✧

It’s not casual. It’s not simple. Cas doesn’t just fall in love — he devotes himself. Fully. Unquestionably. Eternally.

Drabble: You say “I love you” like it’s air. Easy. Warm. He says it like a vow. “I love you,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers over your cheek like it’s carved from starlight. Then— “If Heaven demands I walk away, I will rebel again.” You blink. “I will always choose you,” he whispers. “Even if it destroys me.” And he means it. Every syllable. Every lifetime.

✧ 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩:

Castiel never expected love. But when it came — when you came — it became the only thing that felt holy. He’s not human. But he knows how it feels to need someone so deeply it rewrites your very existence. You are his compass. His covenant. His cathedral. And there’s nothing in Heaven or Hell that could make him stop choosing you.

✧ The End ✧

[5sospenguinqueen]

(Castiel trips over himself in a rush to open the door for Y/N)

Dean: You dropped something.

Castiel: (looking at the floor) What?

Dean: Your dignity.

[adriellej]

Destiel Headcannon - Migraines

Warnings: Nothing really, just Dean and Cas trying to be mindful of reader. 

Pairings: Destiel x Reader

Word count: 400+

A/N: I hope this is okay, I haven’t actually done Headcanons before, so that’s a first for me! I hope it’s what you wanted <3 I’m sorry to hear that you suffer from migraines. It sure isn’t fun to have to deal with. And so sorry it took so long to get to!

Request: Hey! can you do some Destiel x reader headcanons for a reader who struggles with migraines 24/7? I've been struggling with them for 3 years now. If this isn't your thing, I completely understand! @lokischickadee

When did they first realize you suffered from migraines?

Dean noticed one time when you were researching on a current hunt and you were rubbing your temples and eyes more than usual. He’d ask about it and you’d brush it off at first. He’d let it go until the pain would cause you to whimper and shy away from light and sounds.

Castiel noticed it before Dean, because he’d spent so much time observing humans, and he had truly spent many hours watching you. He wouldn’t understand much about it at first, he’d just notice you acting differently on the bad days of your migraines. He’d caught you taking some meds against it and asked about it. You’d been too tired to pretend it was nothing, so you had told him. You’d asked him not to tell Dean, and Cas always keeps his promises.

How do they feel about it?

Dean tries his best to comfort you, not only for you but also for himself. It hurts him when you’re in pain. He’d wish he could take it all away from you, he’d gladly take the pain instead of you. 

Castiel finds it hard to handle. He’d tried to heal you several times without any success. It would be frustrating for him, he’d feel less of himself because he couldn’t fix it for you. It was causing him to worry a lot more about you, and notice the slightest changes in your behavior. 

What do they do to try and make you feel better? 

Oh but these two working together to try and help you out, that was always a sight to be seen. They’d try and google their way through it at first, trying absolutely everything that Google said could potentially help ease the pain. They’d ask Sam to read up on it and help them come up with ideas. 

They’d make sure you didn’t skip meals, even though you said you weren’t hungry. They’d try to keep the lights off in the bunker, sometimes for them to stumble over things because they couldn’t see a damn thing. They would put cold towels on your forehead hoping the temperature change would help, and alongside that, they would also make you herbal tea to drink. 

Dean and Cas weren’t normally quiet when in company with each other and you, but on the bad days they’d be almost completely silent, only whispering to one another and you. They’d get angry at Sam for being too loud. 

But most of all, they would cuddle you day in and day out to help you sleep.

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[castielsonlyangel]

𐙚⋆.˚ what life would look like if you were dating castiek novak..

..life was cautious and stable with Castiel Novak, but it was often confusing and lonely. He devoted everything he had to protect you from the things he feared, and he would let the world destroy itself before he saw you get hurt. He trusted you with every part of himself and follows your lead in everything. Although he still only understands little about humans, Castiel tries his hardest to give you a ‘normal’ relationship, laying with you in bed while you sleep, bringing and buying you gifts and treats, bringing you out for dates he’d planned with the help of Sam and Dean. He touched and held you like you were fragile, never being too rough or pushy with you no matter the situation. His hand often lingered by yours, always hesitant to reach for it incase you pulled away, which of course, you never did.

masterlist | dean ver. | sam ver.

[pearlzier]

! supernatural masterlist ,,

⠀ 🦝 — fluff ,, 🐼 — smut ,, 🐻‍❄️ — angst

☆ 01 ( dean winchester —

🦝/🐼 ┆.ᐟ ᰍ ︵ dean x bimbo!reader ۫ . ( lil suggestive )

☆ 02 ( sam winchester —

nothing yet . . .

☆ 03 ( castiel —

nothing yet . . .

☆ 04 ( crowley —

nothing yet . . .

☆ 05 ( charlie bradbury —

nothing yet . . .

jus' ask to be on the taglist <3