#castiel fan fiction

[pinksatinpanties]

SISSY BOY — destiel

summary. Castiel teaches Dean a lesson about name-calling.

pairing. destiel

word count. 434

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

⎯⎯  warning(s) Dean’s internalized homophobia | dom!Cas/sub!Dean | anal sex | dirty talk | handjob (m receiving) | Cas fucks Dean stupid

author’s note. This is a small excerpt from a big AO3 project I’m working on called “How to Dance in the Rain” (that I will be sharing more about soon, mood board and all) and I got such a kick out of it that I had to share with you guys.

Dean scoffed when he laid eyes on the pink Chrysanthemums Cas brought home from the grocery store sitting in a glass vase on the kitchen counter.

“Ugh… seriously?”

“What’s wrong with flowers?”

“C’mon, Cas. I know we’re in a gay relationship, but don’t do that sissy boy shit.”

Cas narrowed his eyes at Dean and it made him realize that he’d just made a huge mistake. “What did you call me?”

“Uh… I didn’t call you- Not really, I said don’t-“

Within five minutes, Cas had Dean bent over the kitchen counter with his jeans bunched around his ankles, taking his entire dick in his ass. He also held Dean’s head back, forcing him to look at the lovely flowers as he pounded him.

“Who’s the sissy boy now?” Cas hissed in his ear.

“Ughhh, fuck. Uh! Uh!” Dean grunted on the impact of every thrust.

“Answer me or you’re not cumming.”

“Me, I am, it’s me,” Dean babbled.

“What are you?”

“Cas, please!”

“Say it.”

“I’m a sissy boy!”

“Good, so good for me,” Cas murmured as he reached around to jerk off his previously neglected member.

“Ohhh yeah, fuck! Fuck! Thank you, baby,” Dean continued to babble like he was out of his mind - and he was. “Thank you.”

They finished simultaneously, Cas spilling into the rubber and Dean giving the cabinets a new paint job.

Cas released his grip on Dean’s head, so he laid his right cheek against the cool, marble countertop and closed his eyes as he tried to catch his breath.

Still panting, Cas tied off the condom and threw it in the trash before wiping himself off and pulling his pants up.

Just to be sassy, he took a flower out of the vase and tucked the stem behind Dean’s ear. He smooched him on the freckled cheek for good measure. Then he ripped off some paper towels.

“Excuse me,” Cas tapped Dean’s side, indicating that he needed him to move over.

“Huh…” He didn’t move, aside from the inhale, exhale of his lungs.

“I’d like to clean the semen off of my cabinets please.”

“I’ll get it… In a sec…” Dean wanted to take a nap right there, pants still down and ass still out.

“Are you okay?” Cas rubbed his flannel-covered back.

“Yeah…” Dean was just stuck. He had never thanked anyone during sex before. And Cas didn’t even make him. It just… happened. He’d never called himself a sissy boy either. Cas was bringing all kinds of freak out of him.

“Was that too much for you?”

“Nah… it was uhh… just right.”

·˚ ༘ taglist: @pieandflannel @a-vibing-potato @ampb-ao3 @dokidango

[queen-of-deans-booty]

FFF

Pairing: Castiel x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k (lyrics included)

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Sam and Dean introduce you to their angelic friend, Castiel, and you are immediately enthralled by him. Instead of jumping into something with him, you two take it slow and let the relationship flourish naturally.

Square Filled: FFF by Zara Larsson (2023) for @heavenandhellbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Hunting is something you try to stay out of. It’s not that you don’t think you have the chops to be a hunter, you just don’t want to be one. You’ve never seen the appeal of being one but you admire Sam and Dean for being one. You met them while they were on a hunt. A ghost murdered your coworker and they interviewed you. They seemed like genuine FBI agents until you saw them leave your coworker’s house covered in blood.

You kept in touch with them over the years and now you’re good friends with them.

They invited you to the Bunker to hang out so that’s where you’re heading. You’re in town for something unrelated so it’s nice to see the brothers. You don’t visit the Bunker often so you jump at the chance to when they want you to come. 

Despite their lifestyle, the Bunker is one of the coolest things you’ve ever seen.

When you get there, you knock on the metal door twice. Sam opens it and smiles widely when he sees you.

“Y/N! Welcome!” He pulls you in for a soul-crushing hug. “We just got started.”

“Cool. Thanks for inviting me.”

“Oh, yeah. Hey, we invited one of our other friends. His name is Cas. He’s an angel.”

“A what?” you ask, flabbergasted. 

As much as you try to stay out of their business, you can’t help but read about the different types of monsters they deal with. Still, you’d never thought angels were real. Maybe in fiction but never in real life.

“An angel,” Sam chuckles.

“Okay.”

You walk down the metal stairs and greet Dean who has a beer in hand.

“It’s good to see you, Y/N.”

“You, too. So, where is this elusive angel that I never knew existed?”

“Right here.” Dean steps off to the side and you look at the angel in a trenchcoat. “My name is Castiel but you may use the shortened version of my name that the brothers are so fond of using.”

“Right. For an angel of God, you’re… normal.”

“My true form is approximately the size of your Chrysler building.”

“Good to know,” you nod.

Not only are you starstruck by the angel, you think he’s adorable. If he’s going to be here, you’re definitely going to make an effort to visit more often.

Unusual, we got mutual friends Is it mutual if I kiss your lips? If I'm truthful, then it all depends on your feelings Crucial, how I'm leanin' in 'Cause I'm used to just divin' in I could lose you, that's the consequence of my feelings

Sam and Dean are currently on a hunt hallways across the country where there isn’t great internet service. They don’t know what they’re hunting so they asked you if you could do some research from the Bunker. You’re no hunter but you don’t mind helping them like this. You’re out of danger and safe inside the most secure place in the world against monsters.

Plus, Castiel is here, too. That’s always a plus.

It’s been a few months since you two met and you’ve been coming over every chance you get just to be with him.

Just so you’re not sitting in silence, you hooked up your Bluetooth speaker to your phone so that you can listen to music while you read through the many lore books. You and Castiel are sitting right next to each other; he’s so close that you can feel the heat radiating off him. It’s nearing winter so it’s getting colder outside, but Castiel is a radiator.

“Did you find anything?” you ask him.

“Not yet. Did you?”

“Nope.”

You flip through the book, half-paying attention to the word and half-paying attention to how close Castiel is. The song changes to a romantic tune, and you look up at Castiel who is already staring at you. You briefly look at his chapped lips that also somehow look soft, and you find yourself leaning in.

No! You stop yourself from potentially making a mistake. You’re known to jump into relationships and stay in the fast lane. It’s why you’ve never had a steady relationship with any of your exes. Castiel deserves better. He deserves more. You really like him and you can’t afford to lose him so you can’t be yourself.

You need to change and it starts with him.

Is there a spark for us Or is it just purely platonic? Is this a story arc? 'Cause if it are, it'd be iconic I wasn't gonna ask Afraid of asking you to dance

The best thing about winter is the frozen lakes. You love ice skating but you’re not very good at it. Growing up, you lived in a warmer climate that didn’t get cold enough for any water to freeze, so you took to the activity later in life.

You and Castiel have been hanging out more and more without Sam and Dean around. He might be an angel that will outlive you, but you’re falling for him every day that you’re with him. There’s something so pure about him. He hasn’t been tainted by humanity long enough to see the bad in life. He still believes that people do good simply because it’s right. It’s honestly refreshing to be around someone who still thinks that way.

“Have you ever ice skated?” you ask as you pull your skates on.

“No. I’m sure I can pick it up.”

“Yeah, just wait until you get on the ice.” You step onto the frozen lake and almost fall from being unbalanced. Castiel jumps up and grabs your waist to steady you, and you try to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. “Thanks.”

“Please be careful.”

Castiel steps onto the ice and skates as if he’s a professional. You watch him with a parted mouth.

“How in the hell are you doing that?”

“It’s simply a balancing act.”

“Right.”

You skate but find that your feet move apart when you do. You struggle to stay upright, and Castiel stays near you to catch you if you fall. Most people wouldn’t find this enjoyable but you’re with Castiel so it makes it better. Plus, if you fall, you know he’ll catch you.

“Here, grab my hand.”

You bite back a smile and grab his warm hand. He skates next to you effortlessly, and you cling to his side to keep some sort of balance.

“Do you normally excel at things you’ve never done before?”

“Generally, yes.”

You laugh and continue to skate with him in the freezing cold. You try to turn but end up tripping over your own feet and crashing into Castiel. He is taken off guard so he falls to the ice with you on top of him. Suddenly, you start laughing either out of embarrassment or at the thought of why you decided to do this with him when you know you’re shit at it.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No.”

You put your hand on his chest to hold yourself up, and you suddenly realize how close you two are. Your breath mixes with his in the cold, but neither of you moves from each other. You’re so close that you can close the few-inch gap and kiss him.

“Your nose and cheeks are red,” he says.

“It’s cold outside. Aren’t you cold?”

“I’m an angel. I don’t feel the cold.”

“Lucky you, then.”

Castiel moves you off him with ease and helps you stand. He brings you back to the snow where you can stand comfortably and removes his trenchcoat. Without saying anything, he wraps the coat around you, enveloping you in his warmth.

The blush on your cheeks isn’t from the cold anymore.

Falling for a friend Falling for a friend, ooh Baby, don't pretend That you don't feel it too I know you do

Castiel is truly someone special because you’re walking from your hotel in the freezing ass cold and the snow to get to the Bunker. You have a rental car but there is no use in driving it because the roads aren’t safe for cars. Still, that’s not going to stop you from getting to the bunker where Castiel is.

The picnic basket in your hand is sealed tightly to keep the snow from entering it but everything else on you is covered with snow. Kansas winters are brutal. Three miles normally doesn’t seem like a lot but trekking in twelve inches of snow makes three miles feel like thirty.

When you get to the Bunker, you shake off the snow as best as possible before knocking on the metal door. Pain erupts from your knuckles from how cold you are but your hand is numb so you don’t feel it as much as you should have.

“What the hell are you doing out here?” Dean asks when he opens the door.

“I wanted to say hi. Can I come in?”

“Shit, yeah.” He steps to the side and allows you to walk inside. You’re thrust into a warm environment that you’re already starting to defrost. You walk into the library to see Castiel sitting at the table. “What’s in the basket?”

“Just some food. I figure you two are hungry.”

“I don’t eat.”

“I always am,” Dean says at the same time as Castiel.

“Okay, well, here.”

Dean takes the basket with a smile and disappears into the kitchen. Castiel frowns when he sees you shivering from the after-effects of the cold. He can even feel how cold you are from where you stand.

“Come here.” You walk over to Castiel, not expecting him to pull you into his lap. He lifts your hands to his mouth and blows hot air on them, the warmth of it kissing away the numbing from the frostbite. “Baby, you’re freezing.”

Baby? His raspy voice? That’s enough to spring butterflies to life in your stomach. He’s never called you that before. The butterflies intensify when he opens his trenchcoat, wrapping you close to his chest. He leans down and kisses your cold cheek, and warmth blooms from the contact.

You look up at him and he softly traces your bottom lip with his finger, and you part your lips instinctively.

“I really want to kiss you,” he whispers.

You don’t say anything back, You close the gap between you and kiss him softly. His lips may look chapped but they are super soft. His grace dances across your body, warming you up.

You’ve definitely fallen for a friend.

x

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[caramelcum]

I read a fic once where Dean and Cas fuck after Dean finally goes to heaven and like…yeah it was hot or whatever who cares but…..it started with Dean driving around Heaven in his Impala and then Cas suddenly appearing in the driver’s seat shouting, “TETANUS?!?!?! REALLY?!?!!! AFTER EVERY THING, YOU LET IT BE A RUSTY FUCKING POLE?!?!?!”

And like, pop off, hotwings. You’re so right. That ending was dumb as hell.

[castielsonlyangel]

𐙚⋆.˚ your camera roll if you traveled with the winchesters..

[dollilacs]

Doctors In. ⋆.ೃ࿔:･

Pairing: Castiel x Reader | Supernatural

word count: 411

Summary: you’re sick and cass is taking care of you.

masterlist taglist

You laid in bed, your eyes felt heavy and you felt weak.

You had a fever and this was possibly the worst one you’ve ever had.

You heard the door open, you saw your friend Castiel holding a tray of tea and soup.

“I got your needs.” Castiel said gruffly, closing the door with his foot.

You gave him a lazy smile and sat up “thank you, cas.” You said, Castiel sat down on the chair that was next to your bed.

He put down the tray on your nightstand and grabbed the thermometer “open wide.” Castiel said.

You opened your mouth, allowing Castiel to enter the thermometer in your mouth so he could take your temperature.

You hummed as he took the thermometer out of your mouth “you’re getting better, yesterday you were 103 now you’re 101.” Castiel said, setting the thermometer to the side.

You smiled and grabbed the tea, taking a sip “mm.. I love your tea Castiel.” you hummed out, closing your eyes.

Castiel pressed his hand against your forehead “hm.. you should take a lukewarm bath after this.” He says as you place the tea down.

“Is that so, doctor?” You say, Castiel nods and grabs the bowl of soup “doctor's orders.” He says.

You let out a light laugh, leaning over and parting your lips, letting Castiel feed you the soup.

You lick your lips “mm.. chicken soup, my favorite.” You exclaim.

Once you finished the soup, Castiel set it down on the nightstand “thank you cass, I really appreciate this- you know.. taking care of me.” You say.

“It’s really no big deal.” Castiel says, moving your hair out of your face. You smiled feeling your cheeks flush up.

Castiel brushed his thumb against your cheek “your cheeks are really red- is that normal?” Castiel questioned.

your eyes widened “uh- yeah just.. a little hot.” You stammered, moving his hand away.

“Yeah.. you look a little hot.” Castiel mumbled out, your lips curved into a smirk “even at my worst?” You asked.

“even- at your worst.” Castiel says, standing up from his seat. “you really know how to make a girls nethers quiver.” You say.

Castiel smiles “I’ve been told that once and I am aware how to do that.” he says, grabbing the tray off the nightstand.

You wet your lips “I’ll take your word for it.” You say “you should- or I’ll just prove myself to you.” He says, leaving your room.

© 2025 dollilacs rights , do not copy my works or post on different platforms. <3

note: dividers or pictures do not belong to me!! Credits go to original owners/creators!!

[cas-dyke]

spotify said my top streamed song was “i’ll just wait here then” from the hit off-broadway production of Supernatural: The Musical

[thenighthatwefirstmet]

YOU'RE on your phone too much because you're doom-scrolling on tiktok

I'M on my phone too much because I'm reading destiel fanfics

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[imaginaryprotagonist]

Fan fiction has ruined me. I'm rewatching Supernatural with my husband, who's watching it for the first time. Someone said something to Dean early in season 2 about having a hole that needed to be filled. I just started howling. Literally rolling on the floor in agony over how much I was laughing. My husband just looked at me confused. He has no idea what he's in for.

[snowbazzledestielshipper]

I know what it’s like to be in Castiel’s shoes

To be a man but not quite fit the standard measures

So far behind on culture that I feel alien

Absent father

A new family that is mostly acceptant, but wary of my quirks

In love with a man who loves me but doesn’t understand me

Insults my intelligence, balks at my righteous anger, both undermines me and expects the world from me

The world on my shoulders

Guilt that is bigger than my bones, bursting out of me

Broke rank and kept running from his place as a soldier of an absent god

Weary and tired

So so tired

Always ready to fly away or fight or die

Self destruction is our best trait, especially when it involves helping and saving others to our detriment

Cast out of the life we were born into

Left to clean up messes we did not create

Aching

Hollowness

Feeling too big for our body

Leaving our feelings at the door, lest they hurt someone we love

Beaten into submission

Carrying hope despite all of that for a better life at the end of the day

Carry on

[pinksatinpanties]

HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO — misha collins

summary. Abstaining from sex wasn't a gargantuan sacrifice before you met him. The 90 day rule should be a walk in the park - at least that's what you thought when you made the commitment. Misha respects your boundaries, even during intimate moments when you beg him not to.

pairing. boyfriend!misha/celibate!reader

word count. 1.95k

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

⎯⎯  warning(s) author's liberal agenda | smutty talk but no smut | teasing | soft dom!Misha | brat!reader | begging | no beta we die like everyone on spn

part 1 - part 2 - part 3?

You took a vow of celibacy six years ago. When friends and coworkers discovered this information about you, they looked at you as if you had three heads on your shoulders. The concept of a young woman in her sexual prime purposefully abstaining from sex was entirely too much for them to grasp. Why? They demanded to know every single time. Instead of explaining that mediocre sex wasn’t worth the risk of pregnancy and STDs or the stress of uncertainty before test results came back or the fact that your reproductive rights were under attack, you simply replied “Because!” with the sweetest smile you could muster. You knew you didn’t owe anyone an explanation.

No, you weren’t waiting until marriage. No, you weren’t joining the nuns at the monastery. No, you didn’t hate sex. It was a lot simpler than any of those things, in your opinion. You were simply tired of sharing your body with people that didn’t cherish it as much as you did. 

Sex with you was a privilege, not a right. And you were holding out for a man that knew and respected that. No matter how long it took, and even if you never found The Guy, you were perfectly happy dating your vibrator for the rest of your life because it meant that your dignity would remain intact.

A handful of guys pursued you over the years. You told them upfront that you were celibate, some tried to convince you to sleep with them anyway, you maintained that boundary, and that was all it took for them to lose interest and disappear.

Then you met Misha inside a Whole Foods on a Thursday afternoon. He asked you out to dinner and you dropped the bomb right then and there in the health and wellness aisle, expecting him to fall back like the others. But he only said “Cool. Do you like Italian?” He didn’t make a sexual proposition after that first date or any of the several dates that followed. 

It wasn’t until three weeks into dating Misha that you finally considered the fact that he might be The Guy. But at the same time, you didn’t want to throw away your six year streak for some temporary fling. So you resolved that you would adhere to the 90 day rule. If he couldn’t hold out for three months, he wasn’t planning to stick around for that long anyway. In that case, good riddance.

When you shared this with Misha, he didn’t pout. He didn’t complain. His eyes actually lit up. “Would it be crass to mark my calendar?”

Your will was iron-clad for the first 26 days.

DAY 29

By the 29th day, you were begging Misha to fuck you. 

Making out with Misha was better than any sex you’d ever had before. His pink lips were full, soft, and always topped with a coat of cherry chapstick. He was very skilled with his tongue - rolling his over yours, fucking your mouth with his tongue, and swirling it around the inside of your lips.

You had invited him over to watch a film you missed in theaters that had just dropped on streaming services, but that was a distant memory now that you were squirming underneath him on your couch.

He rejected your advances while smiling like the cat that ate the canary. He loved hearing you beg and whine for his cock, the bargaining, suggesting oral compromise. 

“Just let me suck it at least!”

“No,” he chirped in a sing-song tone as he shook his head from side to side. “Oral sex is still sex.”

“A handjob then,” you offered.

“Still sex.”

“Fine. Let’s finish the stupid movie.”

DAY 47

Things were getting hot and heavy on Misha’s couch and you decided to cop a feel. Rubbing his erection through his pants made his breath hitch. He clenched both fists in an effort to stop himself from shoving his hand between your legs and making you cum all over it right then and there.

“Stop touching my dick,” he groaned.

You obeyed immediately, but you didn’t want to. “You’re really holding me to this 90 day thing, huh?”

“Yes. And you’re about to lose your kissing privileges, missy,” he warned. “If you keep teasing me.”

“You’d never deprive yourself of my lips,” you scoffed.

“That may be true,” he conceded. “Come.” Misha got up and headed down the hall.

“I’m trying to.”

“Come, not cum!”

Misha got a huge kick out of making you walk over to the calendar hung up on the wall of his bedroom and count the days leading up to the 90th day. 

“See? It’s only 43 short days away. Not as long as you think. You can do this.”

You had no idea where he got all this sexual discipline from, but it was sexy. It made you want him even more.

DAY 56

It was late now, half past eleven. After closing your laptop for the night and taking a short shower, you returned to your room. You dried off your body with the towel, then ripped off your shower cap and flopped into bed. 

Misha was filming a movie in California for a couple of weeks, but he made sure to text you every day while he was out of town. He hadn’t texted you ‘good night’ yet. It had been several hours since he last texted you, but that wasn’t unusual. Your boyfriend only touched his phone on set in an emergency.

Your boyfriend. No one had carried that title in a long time. You were glad you found each other. Looks didn’t matter, but damn, did they help…

You sandwiched the buzzing vibrator between your cunt and a pillow. You pretended you were riding him instead. Whimpering and moaning in the dark for him.

Misha. His tongue in your mouth. His hands cupping your breasts. His body all over yours. 

How big was his dick? Was he circumcised? What would he sound like? What would he taste like? You had to know. So many unanswered questions…

The jarring sound of your ringtone forced your eyes open. You looked down at the glowing screen on your nightstand. The innocent picture you had taken of him kissing the nose of a friend’s little rabbit sitting in his hand covered the entire screen along with your pet name for him and the green and red buttons.

“Hey,” you panted - a little too soon after answering.

“Hey, baby,” Misha greeted. “Just got off of work and I’m headed back to my room now. What are you up to?”

“Uhh… I was just- um…” You hadn’t thought this far ahead, just impulsively answered the phone. But hearing his voice only made the rumbling beneath you feel that much better. “I just got out of the shower.”

“Oooh,” he teased. “Are you also running a marathon? You sound out of breath.”

“Um, no, I uh- Fuck.” You bit your lip to keep from moaning. “You’re not behind the wheel, are you?”

“No, my driver’s taking me back. What’s that in the background? It sounds like some kind of buzzing or…”

“Kinda caught me…hmm… in the middle of something here.”

“Are you… touching yourself?” He spoke into the receiver in a hushed whisper. “That is so inappropriate.”

“I’m sorry. I-”

“Such a filthy girl,” he murmured. You could practically hear the smirk on his face. “Phone sex is sex too. You know better.”

“Oh…” you let a small, breathless moan escape your lips. “Maybe I need to be punished. Maybe then I’ll learn not to be so filthy.”

“Later. Call me back when you’re ready to behave,” and he hung up on you.

DAY 68

You had a surefire plan to break him today. He invited you over for lunch at his place. You showed up at his door with pink lacy lingerie under your baggy tracksuit. You couldn’t even wait to finish the salmon over rice that he made for you. 

“It’s getting really hot in here,” you declared, dramatically fanning yourself with the fabric of your hoodie at his dining room table.

Misha turned to spot the thermostat and pointed at it with his fork. “It’s 72 degrees in here.”

“Well, I’m reeeally hot.”

“Then take your jacket off,” Misha took a bite of his food.

“Whatever you say,” you purred. The hoodie unzipped and came off. 

Misha started choking when he looked up at you. You thought he was exaggerating for comedic effect until he stood up from his chair and started pounding at his chest with the side of his fist.

You stood too. “Oh my god… oh my god!” It took a second for you to remember the Heimlich maneuver, but as soon as you did, you ran over to embrace him from behind and pulled your arms back and up. Half chewed salmon and grains of cooked rice were projectiled across the table.

“Are you okay?! I’m so sorry!” You placed a small hand on his arm and did your best to ignore how muscular he was. Now was not the time.

Misha cleared his throat. “I’m good. And don’t be sorry. If I had died just then, at least the very last thing I would’ve seen is you wearing this.” He placed two big hands on either side of your waist, gently caressing the lace covering your body.

“In that case-”

“Nope!”

“Come on, Mish…”

“You’ve held out for over two thousand one hundred and ninety days before you met me. You can wait 22 more.”

“I can’t! That was before I knew you. I can’t wait another minute, Misha, please. I feel like I’m gonna spontaneously combust.”

“No, baby,” he smirked. “But it’s good to know that I have this effect on you.”

“Why do you even care? It’s not like you’re celibate. What difference does it make to you if we have sex now or 22 days from now?”

“The difference is honoring your wishes. You said 90 days. Your celibacy is important to you. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret just because you got really horny from kissing me.”

“I won’t regret having sex with you. Trust me.”

“I’ll make sure of that,” he said, just matter-of-factly. Like it wasn’t supposed to turn you on. “Just think of how much better it’ll be knowing we waited.”

“It seems so easy for you…”

“Easy? Ha! That little stunt you pulled over the phone made things very hard.”

“Hard, you say?”

“Yes, when I got back to my hotel room… psssh, I haven’t pumped my dick like that since I was a teenager.”

“Well, send me a video next time.”

“You horny little shit.”

DAY 83

You two had formed a habit of napping together during the day. The emotional bond was long since formed. Exploring forms of intimacy other than sex had been very rewarding for the two of you, but it didn’t stop the biological urges.

“Mishaaa, pleeease,” you whined beneath him after a post-nap makeout session. “Seven days is close enough.” 

“No, it’s not.”

Just when you thought the begging couldn’t get any more pathetic, tears began to fall from your eyes before you could stop them. “Misha, I’m actually quite literally begging you.”

“Oh, poor baby,” Misha murmured. “You want my cock that bad?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna fuck you so good. Just like you deserve.”

Your breath hitched and your eyes lit up.

Misha grinned like a supervillain as he brought his mouth to your ear and whispered “In seven days.” 

You completely deflated and lay there in his bed, staring at the ceiling as you grabbed one of his pillows and plopped it over your face. The smug bastard actually cackled as you screamed into the pillow.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Unable To Hide

Pairing: Castiel x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: hiding an injury, blood loss, fluff at the end

Summary: You return home from a hunt all bloodied and bruised. Hiding it from the brothers is going to be easy but hiding it from Castiel? That’s a whole other game that you’re not ready to play.

Square Filled: distracting them with affection (2023) for @heavenandhellbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Don’t think about how Dean is gonna kill me. Just get to the Bunker and everything will be okay. As you drive down the desolate road to the Bunker, you look down at the seat that’s covered in your blood. Oh, Dean is so gonna kill you. If he doesn’t know you stole the Impala, he will as soon as you pull into the garage. If he doesn’t know you went on a hunt by yourself, he will when he sees the blood in his car.

You don’t even want to know what Castiel will do. He loves you so much and never wants to see you hurt even though it was your own fault. You didn’t know how many werewolves there would be, and you got in over your head. You take a deep breath and feel a gush of blood spill over your fingers. As much as you try to stop it, you can’t keep the entire wound covered.

What you thought was one werewolf turned out to be five in a pack, and they were all pissed at you for picking on one of their own. They got their claws in you, ripped your skin to shreds, and broke you down but you managed to kill all five of them. The reason why you took this case by yourself is because you wanted to prove to Sam and Dean that you’re capable of doing a hunt alone. You wanted them to take you more seriously as a hunter but now you’re hurt and you won’t hear the end of it.

Dean will be pissed you got his car fucked up, Sam will be worried about you, and Castiel… You two started dating six months ago, and he’s always been overprotective of you. Even before you two started dating. He refuses to let you out of his sight on hunts. That’s another reason why you went on this hunt alone. You wanted to prove that you didn’t need an angel watching over you twenty-four-seven.

Apparently, you do.

You pull as gently as you can into the garage, but you end up jerking when you go over the small bump by the door. You hiss in pain as more blood comes gushing out. You turn off the car and slide out of it, struggling to even stand up. The more you do, the more blood comes out. You put a bloody hand on the window and close the door as quietly as you can.

If only you can get to the bathroom, you can stitch yourself up and crawl into bed. Your main mission now is to hide just how badly you’re hurt in front of the brothers and Castiel. You’re sure they’re wondering where you are by now. You answered their first call and told them you were out and would be back late tonight but you didn’t give them any details on what you were doing.

How the hell am I gonna hide this from them? Luck is on your side when you spot Sam’s jacket hanging by the door that leads into the Bunker. It’s big enough to completely envelop you. You grab the hose and turn the water on to wash away the blood on your hands. The only indication that you’re not okay is the ghostly look on your face, dazed eyes, and shaky hands. All easily explainable.

After taking a moment to collect yourself, you stumble into the kitchen. Every step is a painful jab into your side. You can feel your skin splitting even more. You want to scream and cry but you have to keep your mouth shut if you want to hide it from everyone else. You walk into the library and lean against the bookshelf as a way to give yourself a break.

Castiel walks in and smiles when he sees you. You immediately stand up straight despite the need to cry in pain. You might be an idiot for not accepting his help, but you need to prove to them that you can do this. They’re such experienced and skilled hunters. All you want to do is be able to do what they do. You joined Team Free Will only two years ago because you were such a shitty hunter and almost got yourself killed.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Where you’ve been?” Castiel walks over to you and leans down to kiss you. “I missed you.”

“Oh, you know. Just around. I gotta go.”

You can’t walk past him because he is standing in your way, and you don’t have enough energy to push him away.

“You look sick. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m just not feeling well.” Castiel raises his hand to heal you but you jerk back. Again, another sharp pain that makes you want to cry. “I’m okay. Seriously. I’m just gonna lie down.”

“I can heal you.”

“No, it’s okay.”

If you know Castiel, he won’t let things go when it comes to you. You have to distract him even though you know it’s going to bring you so much pain to do so. You remove your hand from your side and put it on Castiel’s chest knowing the blood is going to run down your body since there is nothing putting pressure on the wound.

“I’m okay,” you whisper.

You lean up and kiss him as a way to distract him. It pains you to do this but there is no way you’re gonna tell him you’re injured. They’ll figure it out when they see Dean’s bloodied car but by then, you’ll have come up with a better excuse of where you’ve been. You slide both arms around his neck just as his hands grip your waist.

Right. Over. Your. Wound.

You yelp loudly against his mouth and pull away from him, and he grips your waist as a way to steady you. You can’t hide this now. The pain is too much.

“Are you okay?”

“Not really. I’m sorry. I’m gonna pass out now so you should catch me.”

Just then, your eyes roll to the back of your eyes and you fall against Castiel’s body.

“Dean! Sam!” Castiel yells as he catches you. Both brothers come rushing into the library. “She just passed out.”

“Why is there blood on the ground?”

Castiel looks down to see a pool of blood next to your feet, and blood staining Sam’s jacket. Sam walks over and peels the layers of clothes back to reveal the multiple gaping wounds.

“Get her to the infirmary. You can heal her there.”

You’re not sure how long you’re passed out for but when you wake up, you can see all three men by the door to the infirmary whispering to each other. You don’t feel like Death but that’s probably because Castiel healed you of your injuries. You’re still out of it due to the blood loss which he can’t heal. You’ll need fluids and plenty of rest for that to be fixed.

“Why the hell did you let her go on a hunt?”

“We didn’t let her do anything! We didn’t even know she left.”

“She’s lucky she survived. It was like a blood bath in the car,” Dean pouts.

“I wanted to prove to you I can be a good hunter,” you say quietly.

All three of them look at you, and the brothers leave to give you and Castiel some time alone. They’ll yell at you when you have enough strength to take it. The angel walks over to your bed and sits on the edge of it.

“What you did was reckless. Five werewolves by yourself? Not to mention Dean is pissed because you got blood all over his car.”

“I didn’t know there were five in the beginning. By the time I realized, it was too late. I’m sorry. I just wanted to be a good hunter.”

Castiel reaches over and tucks your hair behind your ear. “You can be one but not if you go into situations like that alone. What if you died? How do you think we’d all feel?”

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle.

“Just focus on getting better right now. If you want to be a better hunter, there are ways to go about that. Train with Sam and Dean. They’ll help you.”

“Okay,” you nod. “Are they mad at me?”

“More worried than mad. They’ll yell at you and scold you, but just know they’re not doing it to hurt you. It’s because they care so much.” You nod and Castiel stands up. “Now, would you like to watch a movie?”

“Only if you’ll watch it with me.”

Castiel scoops you bridal-style, careful not to hurt you further. You snuggle into his chest, grateful you have such a loving boyfriend who understands what it means to be part of this life.

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[eggchef]

BOO get scared it's the @deancashorrorfest and i got to work with bexgowen who wrote The Possession of Jimmy Novak.

it's a fic where, YEP, you guessed it: jimmy gets possessed by a not very nice castiel. and yeah, dean's into it

[castielsonlyangel]

𐙚⋆.˚ sam winchester x angel!reader (smut)

his big brown pleading puppy eyes had always been his way to your heart. how could you ever deny him when he looked at you like that?

that’s how you ended up on his lap, legs straddling his hips, and his thick cock pounding into you.

your hands were gripping his shoulders tight enough to leave marks. the feeling of being so full and feeling so good was new to the angel, and sam was aware of that.

“‘s okay, sweetheart. i’ve got you.” he cooed softly, reaching for one of your hands to give it a reassuring squeeze as if it say ‘i’m here.’

you nodded shakily as a loud whine left your lips, his steady pace and gentle reassurances and the way he circled his thumb over your sensitive clit had you clenching around him, letting him know you were close.

“cum on my cock f’me, angel. you’re doing so good.” sam whispered into your ear before kissing up your jaw, trying to coax your orgasm out of you. it wasn’t much longer until your legs began to shake and your head dipped down to rest against sam’s shoulder, moaning loudly as your climax hit you hard.

sam fucked you through it, praising you repeatedly as you came down and tried to catch your breath. when you lifted your head up to meet his eyes, he smiled and kissed your swollen lips gently. your eyes were wide and your cheeks were flushed as he pulled out slowly, his cock still half hard.

“‘m sorry, sammy.” you apologised quietly as you buried your face into his neck, feeling guilty he didn’t get to cum. he chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to the top of your hair. “don’t worry about me, baby.”

after all, his goal was to show his innocent angel that it felt good to be dirty.

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a/n: sammy is an angel himself because of how soft and cutie he is. i haven’t written sam smut in awhile, so enjoy!!! not proofread, ignore mistakes

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[just-tryina-live]

I’m writing fanfiction guys. About supernatural. I’ve never written fanfiction in my entire life before. That is how much this finale disappointed me, that I need to write my own ending. Idk if I’ll post here but it’s definitely healing. I see why you guys do this.

[dollilacs]

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