#castiel if you can hear us-

[sonnynewts]

not to jinx anything and i’m sure someone’s already said it but CW you have the opportunity to do the funniest shit in history right now

[moongirl0305]

Don't hide this in the tags, omg!!

[casdeans-pie]

Dean and Cas are visiting Jody and the girls one day and Dean has insisted on cooking them all dinner. He hears them all chatting and laughing in the next room while he cooks - he can especially hear Cas's rumbling replies - and it warms something in his chest and makes him smile, even though he's not actively part of the conversation.

Patience comes into the kitchen to fetch another bottle of wine and stares over at Dean long enough that he gives her a curious look. "Y'okay there?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry," she says, "it's just that, I've never seen that mark on your shoulder glow so brightly."

Dean freezes. "The what?"

Patience gestures with the bottle at his left shoulder. "The handprint?" she says, with a little uncertainty after his reaction. "It's glowing brighter than ever."

Dean immediately pulls his arm out of his flannel and yanks up his shirt sleeve, but there's nothing there.

"Oh wow." Patience blinks and squints at a light only she can see. "Must be hard to sleep with that."

Dean feels like he takes a long time to respond before he finally says, "You get used to it."

"Guess you'd have to," Patience says, shaking her head as she leaves the room, "when it's as bright as that."

Dean immediately touches his shoulder, where the scar used to be, but it's just smooth unmarked skin under his palm.

He presses down.

The sound of a glass clinking over onto the table comes from the other room and he hears Jody cheerfully claim that Cas has had too much to drink (which Dean knows isn't true unless they had a significantly lot more wine).

Castiel, Dean prays, I think we need to talk about something in the kitchen.

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(Part 2)

(AO3 link post)

[ryngzmn]

unwanted calls

PAIRING: Castiel x reader

SUMMARY: you don’t like to talk on the phone, you prefer people texting you. Castiel always seems to break this rule.

WORD COUNT: 475 (this is short, sorry gang)

A/N: not proofread, also I used a prompt generator for this…

You were driving back to the Men of Letters bunker after finishing up a simple witch hunt.

You felt your phone buzz beside you, and you briefly glanced over at it.

It was Castiel, calling you.

Letting out a groan, you accepted the call and pressed the phone to your ear.

“This better be important.” You grumbled, waiting for Cas to start talking.

The familiar monotone voice soon rang out, “How was the hunt?”

You raised an eyebrow, unamused. “You called for to ask that? You couldn’t have waited until I got back to the bunker?” You questioned.

“Hell, you could’ve texted it to me.” You added as an afterthought.

Castiel was rendered speechless for a second before he sighed and replied.

“You wouldn’t have seen the text until you got back then,” Castiel noted, and you bit back a scoff.

That was true, you thought, you probably wouldn’t have seen the text until you got back to the bunker.

“Okay, well, still…” You huffed, taking an exit on a road that led to Lebanon, Kansas.

“Sorry, I’ll make sure to text you next time.” Castiel assured, “Mind telling me how the hunt went now?”

“Oh, the hunt went good. Just a simple witch.” You replied with a quick clear of your throat.

Castiel let out a hum of acknowledgment on the other line.

After driving in a few minutes of silence, you voiced a question that was in the back of your mind for some time now.

You always noticed that Castiel never texted you, he always called. Especially when you explicitly told him not to.

He continued to do it anyway. To be honest, if he needed to talk to you so urgently he could just teleport over to you and talk to you then.

“Why do you always call? You do know if you need to talk me so bad then you could just teleport to wherever I am.” You stated plainly, taking another turn down a road.

Castiel was silent for a second time, and you grew slightly concerned. Cas always seemed to have something to say, whether it was him spewing information about some supernatural creature or asking a simple question about something.

It took a few minutes before Castiel replied, it was a quiet reply. So quiet you almost didn’t catch it.

“I just like hearing your voice.”

That caught you off guard, your eyebrows raising almost comically.

“Oh.” Eventually, a smug grin tugged on the corner of your lips.

“Well just wait until I get back to the bunker and I can chat with you all you want.” You chuckled, listening to Castiel almost eagerly reply with an ‘okay’.

You hung up the call and placed your phone back beside you, and you could’ve sworn you sped up a bit more to get to the bunker faster.

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[dotthings]

It took 1000 fake Deans until brainwashed Cas could kill a fake Dean without hesitation, and when it comes to the real thing he absolutely cannot. Naomi knows Cas’s personal attachment to Dean, she had to use 1000 fake Deans after all, she knows, yet she completely underestimated how strong Cas’s love is. Kind of like how Amara really thought her thrall over Dean would be stronger than Dean’s love for Cas.

“If he’s so sketchy, why were you praying to him?” Yeah Dean, why is that? And Dean’s so WORRIED about Cas. He knows something is off, and that there are unanswered questions as to how Cas got out of Purgatory. Cas can be ruthless and impulsive but this detached, cold version isn’t right and Dean knows it. He just wants Cas to be Cas and to be okay.

“If you’re in there and you can hear me, you don’t have to do this”

“This isn’t right” “I won’t hurt Dean”

“Cas, fight this, this is not you”

“What have you done to me”

The intercutting of Dean trying to reach brainwashed Cas and brainwashed Cas pushing back against Naomi’s influence is *chef’s kiss*

“I fixed you”/“I'm gonna help you. I'm gonna cure you of your human weakness same way I cured my own–by cutting it out.” Naomi and Ishim and their resentment of the love between Dean and Cas. Angels treating it like an abomination, a blasphemy, a disease, something broken in Cas, something that needs to be cured. The conversion therapy metaphor could not be louder.

“You want it? Take it. But you’re going to have to kill me first. Come on, you coward. Do it!” I know Dean is fairly clueless about the depth of Cas’s feelings for him, but some part of him knows because he deliberately goads brainwashed Cas. He knows something’s very wrong and the way through is to force Cas to the wall, to get through to Cas to break Cas free. Because Dean does know on some level. Dean believes Cas won’t be able to kill him. Dean knows. Dean believes.

“Cas. It’s me. We’re family. We need you. I need you.” It’s the “it’s me” that tips me off how much Dean actually knows. It’s not just an abstract idea to Dean about Cas being good, he does, somewhere in his brain, understand it’s about himself, too. That they have a particular connection. It’s me.

reciprocates for a long time. I think for Dean to say “I love you” at this point would have been too soon, for Dean to express it in those exact words. Cas wasn’t ready either. He shows it other ways, just like Dean shows it other ways. But it’s there. It’s as good as said. And Dean didn’t have to add the “I need you”—note the progression of we/familial terms to very specific “I.” It’s a big deal Dean says Cas is family, but he already said as much in late S6 and so the actual revelatory thing here is “I need you.”

“You have to choose, Castiel. Us or them.” Oooooh such suspense we just don’t know what Cas will choose!!! It is interesting Naomi uses the plural pronoun “them” when we know this is most of all about Dean.

Cas stops, he drops the angel blade first. And only then picks up the angel tablet. “What broke the connection.” Clueless idiots in love.

Dean only asks one thing. For Cas to stop.

It’s so unhinged that even after all that, when Cas reaches out to Dean to heal him, Dean still panics and doesn’t understand Cas won’t hurt him. Even after Dean’s faith that when it came down to it, Cas won’t be able to kill him, and he was proven right when Cas stopped and he dropped the angel blade. Dean contains multitudes. And it’s so unhinged that even after all that, after Cas gently put his whole palm tenderly against Dean’s cheek when he could have healed Dean with a finger to his forehead, even after the gentleness of Cas’s regrets and sincere apology and them talking out how Naomi had been controlling Cas, even after all that, Cas still thinks he has to go this alone and he has to keep the angel tablet safe by himself and he vanishes. Running from Dean again.

The most requited unrequited mutual pining love story. Cas is the repressed one who quietly painfully pines and his heart keeps breaking through, past the uncanny remote angelic surface, past the constant running away, he shows how deeply in love he is with Dean. Dean wears his heart on his sleeve and he is loud af and is in love with what he thinks is an unattainable object and who could blame him for not comprehending his love is returned. Cas is so often running away.

[deanwinchestergf]

and why would an angel rescue me from hell? good things do happen dean. not in my experience. i'm not here to perch on your shoulder. i was getting too close to the humans in my charge. you. to everything there is a season. you made an exception for me. you're different. for what's worth, i would give anything not to have you do this. i learned my lesson while i was away, dean. i serve heaven, i don't serve men and i certainly don't serve you. but you guys aren't supposed to be there, you're not in this story. yeah, well, we're making it up as we go. i'm hunted, i rebelled and i did it all, all of it, for you. so what i'm thelma and you're louise and we're just gonna hold hands and sail off this cliff together? i need your help because you're the only one who'll help me. that's a pretty nice timing, cas. we had an appointment. what happened to you cas? you used to be human, or at least like one. but cas, you'll call right? if you get into real trouble? this is cas, guys. he has gone to the mat cut and bleeding for us so many freaking times, don't we owe him the benefit of the doubt at least? it sounds so simple when you say it like that, where were you when i needed to hear it? i was there, where were you? i'm doing this for you, dean. i'm doing this because of you. but we were family once, i would've died for you, i almost did a few times. i've lost lisa, i've lost ben and now i've lost sam. don't make me lose you too. cas, you child, why didn't you listen to me. you used to fight together, bestest of friends, actually. if you remember, then you know you did the best you could at the time. the very touch of you corrupts. when castiel first laid a hand on you in hell he was lost. i'd rather have you, cursed or not. well, i'll go with you. i prayed to you cas, every night. cas, we're getting out of here, we're going home. i mean you kept saying you didn't think it would work, did you not trust me? cas, it's me. we need you, i need you. i won't hurt dean. cause you didn't trust me? you didn't trust me. please, man, i need you here. nobody wants him here more than i do. you gave us an order, castiel, and we gave you our trust. don't lose it over one man. you really believe we three will be enough? we always have been. his true weakness is revealed. you draped yourself with the flag of heaven but ultimately, it was all about saving one human. i'm glad you're here, man. how are you, dean? and then you'll kill the angel, castiel. now that one, that i suspect would hurt something awful. and when you turn, everyone you know, everyone you love, they could be long dead. everyone except me. i'm not gonna send lucifer into battle inside cas, what if he doesn't make it? it's not an it, sam. it's cas. but you're always there, you know? i could go with you. you mean too much to me, to everything. i'm gonna cure you of your human weakness, same way i cured my own. it's a gift, you keep those. you mean we? yes, dumbass, we. we lost everything and now you're gonna bring him back. we got cas back, that's a pretty damn big win. just don't get dead again. it's good to hear your voice. so this is goodbye? but i swear if he did something to her, if she's- then you're dead to me. either get on board or walk away. i don't know what's god and what isn't, and it's driving me crazy. dean, you asked what about all of this is real. we are. you used trust me, give me the benefit of the doubt, now you can barely look at me. i think it's time for me to move on. you didn't deserve that. since when do we get what we deserve? maybe if you didn't just up and leave us. i left but you didn't stop me. i should've stopped you. you're my best friend but i just let you go. and i forgive you, of course i forgive you. i'm sorry it took me so long, i'm sorry it took me til now to say it. you did it cas. okay, cas, i need to say something. you don't have to say it, i heard your prayer. well, here's to being right. you know what every other version of you did after gripping him tight and raising him from perdition? they did what they were told, but not you.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Let It Out

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader, Castiel & teen!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Having two older brothers who fight monsters had its own set of problems. Being a witch doubled those problems. Suffering from a depression that you didn’t dare tell your family about, that just multiplied everything until every little task felt impossible to complete with such a weight on top of you.

You had had a handle on your life for a long time—after all, you were used to the hunting and the lack of sleep and the loss. That is, until a certain archangel friend of yours died. That was when your depression really got going—Gabriel was gone, and it was like his death reminded you of everyone you’d ever lost, and you couldn’t take it.

The worst part was that you couldn’t tell your brothers; they were busy saving the world, the last thing they needed to hear about was your problems. Besides, they had it just as hard as you, if not harder. Why should you make it all about you?

So, you didn’t say anything, and it was taking its toll on you and your skill set. Magic was dependent on emotions, and yours were everywhere.

It wasn’t just your magic that was changing; school wasn’t going so well either. The boys were too busy to have noticed, but your grades were dropping and—

“Y/N?” Sam’s voice snapped you out of your reverie, and you turned to see him holding up a piece of paper. When you caught a glimpse of the front, your stomach dropped. It was your report card. “What’s this?”

“I-um…” you had nothing to say.

“You can do better than this. Much better. We both know that, so what happened?”

“I-I just…got distracted.”

“Distracted?” You hadn’t noticed Dean in the corner of the room until he stood up and spoke. “By what, hunting? I thought you agreed, school comes first.”

“It does!” You insisted. “I just—“

“If you can’t do both, you know which one you’re dropping,” Sam said.

“No!” You panicked. Hunting was the only outlet you had for your powers, and right now your powers were the only outlet you had for your grief.

“We agreed!” Dean insisted. “You said you would drop hunting if you can’t do both.”

“But I can!”

“This says otherwise.” Sam waved your report card.

“That’s not fair!” You cried. “One report card doesn’t-“

“Your grades have been dropping for a while,” Sam interrupted. “I just didn’t think they would get this bad. I should’ve mentioned it sooner, I just…” he sighed. “I thought it would get better.”

“It will! Don’t stop me from hunting,” you pleaded.

“You’re not giving me much of a choice!”

“Sam, you can’t—“

“That’s enough,” Dean barked, and you both shut up. “We made an agreement, and you’re going to honor it. Until the grades go up, you’re not hunting.” Dean slung his bag over his shoulder as he spoke. “We’ve got work to do. You stay here and study for that test you told me about, understand?” Dean’s tone left no room for argument.

“I understand,” you grumbled, unable to look him in the eye, whether from anger or sadness you weren’t sure.

“Good.”

Your brothers were gone without another word.

As the Impala’s engine started up and the boys drove away, your hands curled into fists and you let out a yell of frustration. You jumped in surprise when the table next to you fell over. Did you bump it? You didn’t think you did.

Maybe you needed to pay closer attention to your powers. Or maybe you just needed to put them to good use.

…

“What do you think you’re doing here?” Dean demanded.

“I think I’m saving your bacon!” You retorted before casting a spell on the closest ghoul.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Sam insisted before taking a headshot at the ghoul heading for Dean.

“You’re welcome,” you grumbled as Dean shot the ghoul that you had petrified with your spell.

“Y/N behind yo-“ a third ghoul pounced on you before Sam got the chance to warn you.

Dean tried to aim at it, but he couldn’t get a clear shot without risking hitting you.

Sam jumped into action at your cry of pain. The ghoul had bitten into your shoulder before Sam managed to tackle it off you.

As soon as you and Sam were clear, Dean blasted the ghoul’s head off.

“Y/N?” Sam was by your side in an instant, peeling the fabric of your shirt away from your bleeding shoulder, cringing when you cried out in pain. “Ok, you’re ok, you’re gonna be fine.”

“That was crazy,” Dean grumbled as he knelt next to you to examine your injury. “That was really stupid, kid.”

“I-I didn’t see him,” you cringed. “I-I’m sor-“ you broke off with a cry of pain when Dean lifted your head, jostling your injured shoulder.

“You shouldn’t have even been here,” Dean sighed, glaring at you. “And I thought you got that guy with a spell! Your magic doesn’t seem to—“

“Dean, she’s bleeding a lot,” Sam interrupted quietly, glancing nervously at the growing puddle of blood beneath you. “I think we should try for Cas.”

“Hey Cas,” Dean stepped away from you to talk to the angel. “Cas, we need you over here! Y/N’s hurt pretty bad. Can you—“

“I’m here.” Sam jumped in surprise when Castiel appeared next to you.

“Cas,” you croaked, whimpering when Sam moved to make room for Cas.

“Shh, it’s alright little one. This won’t hurt at all.” Cas placed two fingers on your forehead, and your wound slowly sealed itself with a blue glow.

“Thanks Cas,” you breathed as you slowly sat up, rubbing your shoulder as the pain slowly went away.

“Cas,” Dean spoke up. “I think her magic’s gone all wack, can you—“

“Dean, I’m fine, really,” you said. The last thing you wanted was your brothers looking in too deep to why your powers seemed to be failing. You would look weak.

“Her powers aren’t anything physical,” Cas said. “If they’re not working correctly, she either mispronounced the spell, or she’s not in the correct mental state to perform magic.”

“Cas.” You wanted to interrupt him, but it was too late.

“Y/N.” Dean stepped closer to you, and you ducked your head to avoid his gaze. “Sweetheart what’s he talking about?”

“I’m fine.” Your voice came out small and timid.

“Y/N, talk to me.” Sam stepped forwards.

You shook your head, blinking hard and fast in a failed attempt to keep the tears at bay. Your hand unconsciously sought out something to hold onto, and your fingers clamped onto Cas’s trench coat.

“Are you alright?” Cas’s gentle voice was the only invitation you needed, and you practically flung yourself into his arms, burying your face against his shirt as your tears began to fall. Cas froze for a moment, unsure of what to do, but slowly he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you tightly against him.

“It’s alright,” he soothed. “It’s ok, I’ve got you little one.”

“I can’t do this anymore,” you sobbed, clutching onto Cas like a life preserver. “I-I miss Gabriel. And-and Joe and Ellen, and my-and my dad.”

“I know,” Cas sighed. “I know, it’s ok.”

“I didn’t mean for it to mess up the hunt.”

“It’s not your fault,” Cas promised. “You’re allowed to feel like this. It’s ok to feel sad, it’s ok.”

“Maybe we should take her home,” Sam cut in.

“Don’t go.” Cas’s heart constricted at your whimpered plea as you held on even tighter to him.

“I won’t,” he whispered to you before looking at Sam. “Go on, I’ve got her.” With that, Cas disappeared with you.

You jumped in surprise when you arrived suddenly in your room.

“I’m sorry,” Cas said. “I didn’t mean to surprise you.”

“I’m ok,” you sniffled, still unwilling to let go of Cas.

“Ok.” Cas smiled. “Would you like to lay down?”

You nodded, and Cas led you over to your bed and let you lean on top of him after he laid down.

“I’m sorry,” you said finally, your throat constricting as the tears returned.

“Don’t ever apologize for what you’re feeling,” Cas said, wrapping his arms around you. “You can let it out now, you don’t have to hide it.”

“I just don’t want Sam and Dean to think I can’t do this,” you cried.

“You can trust them. You don’t have to be alone with this, you never do.”

You didn’t respond, and Cas didn’t push it. He held you in his arms and you finally let out your years upon years of tears that you hadn’t let yourself cry before. Eventually you fell asleep, and still Cas didn’t move.

Most times when he was needed, it was so he could heal your or your brothers physically, and that was easy for him. This was much harder; he wasn’t well versed in human emotion, and he wasn’t all that sure that he was helping you correctly, but he sensed that his presence was all you needed.

So here he would stay.

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[scoobydoodean]

DEAN He threw me to that vamp. I'm telling you, it's not my brother. BOBBY Well, then he's something we ain't ever seen before. DEAN Yeah, or it's freakin' Lucifer. BOBBY Did you call Cas? DEAN 'Course I called Cas. He's not answering. Screw him. I can't wait anymore.

My favorite thing about lines like this is people always think of them as lines where Dean displays a desire for Cas to be useful to him, when they also show so clearly the exact opposite of that. When Cas answered Dean’s prayer in 6.03, it was because Dean had information of value to him about The Staff of Moses. ("You think I came because you called?") He then tells Sam and Dean he needs their help to get the staff and they help him. Cas flew away so abruptly—as soon he got what he wanted—and has been radio silent since. As I’ve mentioned before, Dean has no reason to believe Cas wouldn’t ask if he wanted help (especially now that he’s cleared the air on the reasons for his previous silence). Cas fully controls the means of communication between them. He can come and see Dean any time and say "I need your help". Dean gets a one-way line and has no clue if the messages go through. Cas clearly demonstrates in 6.03 and in this episode, 6.06, that he'll only show up if Dean can be of use to him.

DEAN Castiel? Hello? Possible loose nuke down here, angelic weapon. Kinda your department. You hear that, Cas? CASTIEL Hello, Dean. DEAN Are you kidding me? I have been on red alert about Sam, and you come for some stupid horn?! CASTIEL You asked me to be here, and I came. DEAN I -- I've been asking you to be here for days, you dick!

"You asked me to be here, and I came"... but that's... extremely misleading. Cas didn't show up because Dean asked him to be there. Dean had been asking him for days to opine on Sam after Sam let him get sexually molested by a vamp. Cas very clearly showed up for no other reason than Dean finally mentioned something of use to Cas—an angelic weapon. He showed up because Dean was finally useful to him again. That's exactly why he showed up in 6.03, and it's exactly why he showed up here. And yeah—Cas IS a busy guy! There's nothing wrong with that—but the misleading framing where Cas claims he's here to help Dean when it's the other way around—he's here because Dean has information that can help him—is literally just lying.

[nightxcreature]

Sore Loser

Summary: Team Freewill has a game night

Pairing: None

Warnings: None

A/N: I have had the worst week. We had the flu and once we got over it, one of our best friends suddenly passed this weekend, and it just does not feel like Christmas for me At. All. We used to have game nights all the time with our friend and Uno was one of our favorites, so I wanted to put out something silly and fun, and this is the best I could do. Not edited, Written in roughly 10 minutes. I’m so sorry for being MIA, I’m truly trying to get back into a healthy mindset. Writing always makes me feel better but motivation has obviously gone out the window. What I wouldn’t give to be playing Uno in the bunker with these guys instead of living this nightmare.

Please do not steal my work, you don’t have permission and that’s real uncool. Likes, Reblogs, and Comments are always appreciated though, My Dudes. 🤙🏼

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“Kiss. My. Ass.” I bite across the table as I lay down one of the last cards in my hand. My eyes narrow in his direction and I send a sly smirk as I flip him off and say, “Uno.”

His green eyes narrow on my hand and the single card between my fingers. He glances worried down at his own hand and nods before steeling his features to rake his gaze back up to mine and take a slow sip from the bottle in front of him.

Castiel places a red 3 on top of mine, nervously glancing between myself and our friend. I can tell he’s unsure about playing another round with us when Sam lays a blue 3 on top of his red and Dean lets out a loud “Son of Bitch!”.

I send a vicious smile across the table, prematurely celebrating my win when Dean peeks over at Jacks hand. They lock eyes for a moment, seeming to be speaking telepathically when Dean’s own grin suddenly matches mine. He slowly pulls a single card out of his hand laying it down and giving Jack a solemn look, “Draw Four, Buddy.” Jack shakes his head, a pitying glance sent my way when pulls a ‘Draw Four’ card from his own hand, “I’m so sorry.” He mumbles as he lays it on the discard pile.

“You can’t stack cards!” I yell, “Since when do we stack cards?!”

Sam shrugs, a grimace crossing his face, “You stacked cards last round.”

“Yeah, well that was last round. We didn’t talk about it this round and-.”

“Don’t be a sore loser, Sweetheart.” Dean cuts me off, the smirk never leaving his lips as he nods toward the pile, “Draw Eight.”

I stare open-mouthed down at the cards on the table, red filling my vision. I barely hear Sam speaking when I yank the cards up from the table and sling them across the room. Dean’s loud cackle echoes through the library and Sam slips his hand over to pull my drink to his side of the table before I can throw it at the older Winchester.

“I think you misunderstood what to do,.” Castiel’s monotone breaks me from rage and I turn to face him, taking several deep breaths as I do, “Here, let me help.” He says quickly and suddenly the cards are back on the table exactly as they were and Cas is counting out eight cards to add to my hand, “Here.” He says, holding them out to me with the most innocent of expressions, “That should be right.”

I stare blank faced at the angel before deciding against squaring up with God’s literal shield. I jerk the cards from his grasp and slouch back down in my seat to glare at Dean, whose shit eating grin couldn’t grow any bigger, “Your move.” He calls across the table smugly.

The game goes on well into the night, ending tragically with my drink in Dean’s face, his chair across the room, the table flipped, and both of us banned from playing Uno in ‘Sam’s Library’ ever again.

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[couldyouimagine-that]

I'll Hold You

Genre; hurt/comfort, fluff

Word count; 1.5k

Warnings; reader struggling to cope with a hunt gone wrong, mentions of death, Lucifer being Lucifer.

Pairing; Lucifer (Supernatural) x Reader

Reader doesn't want to be alone after a hunt and goes to Lucifer - he plays with them a little, but he's glad they came to him.

This can be read as a part two to Cuddles With Satan, but it's also good as a standalone!

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The first time you went to Lucifer for comfort, company – you didn’t even know what – your stomach had been in knots. The latest hunt had gone wrong and people had died, and on this particular day you just couldn’t cope with that knowledge. Sam and Dean had each sequestered themselves with varying degrees of alcohol and you had done the same out of habit. The problem was that much as you enjoyed the time you got to yourself, your greatest battles were always fought alone with your mind. It chose to keep replaying the deaths of the civilians you couldn’t save, and when it wasn’t doing that, there was a constant stream of words and whining white noise that left your thoughts reeling. You tried desperately to claw your way back to reality, making the effort to really feel your weight on your mattress where it contacted your body, to listen for small sounds like those made by the water pipes in the bunker, but it was no good.

You clawed your fingers back through your hair as you stood and physically shook yourself out, then set off at a brisk walk through the bunker’s corridors. You made a lap past the bedrooms, through the library and war room, the kitchen, and finally back to the bedrooms again, your thoughts blissfully silenced by the movement. Until you arrived back at your own door and found you didn’t want to go in. You knew you needed to be with another person, but you were frightened by what exactly that meant. Dean and Sam, much as they cared for you, needed to be alone to deal with their own trauma from the day’s events. Castiel was in another state entirely, on a mission to track down some artefact that he thought would come in useful in the future. That left only one, and the very thought made your stomach flip. Lucifer.

He had taken up a room in the bunker, so that he too could have some privacy even if he didn’t need to sleep, and worry was twisting through your gut before you even took the first step towards his door. The walk to the end of the corridor was excruciating, your legs feeling as weak as jelly and your hands trembling. What would you even say to him? The boys had no idea you had finally given in during a moment of unparalleled exhaustion and allowed Lucifer to hold you while you slept. He had been gone when you woke up and hadn’t mentioned it since, nor even alluded to it. You certainly hadn’t had the courage to bring it up. And now what? You were going to one of the most powerful beings ever created, who had been around for almost all of creation and who was currently the biggest threat to you by miles, to ask him to hold you until you felt better. You could already hear the mockery in his voice.

You drew in a shaky breath as you stood outside his door, hand raised to knock, when it drew back of its own accord.

Lucifer’s frame took up most of the doorway, his entire being radiating casual confidence. Your nerves skyrocketed as you looked up to meet his direct gaze and had to fumble for words. He was completely relaxed, his expression telling you I knew you’d come.

“You were thinking about me so much it was pretty much a prayer,” he purred. “Why did you come to me?”

This wasn’t going to be easy, then. You bit your tongue, trying to calm yourself.

“The hunt went bad,” you started, voice blissfully steady. His answering hum said I know. I don’t care. “The boys need their space to recover. I need… I need to not be alone.”

“And?” Worse than just the nerves permeating your every cell, now you were starting to feel the heat of embarrassment too. He was going to make you say it out loud. Your swallow was so harsh that even you could hear it.

“I wanted your company.” His head dropped forward just a fraction of an inch, eyes locked square on yours. Keep going. “I – I wanted… What we did before, I…” You breathed in sharply. “I wanted you to hold me again. Please.”

Heat burned the backs of your ears as you spoke, but the look that came over Lucifer’s face could only be described as malicious satisfaction. He held out a hand to you, palm up, and watched intently as you hesitated but ultimately stepped forward to take it. His movement was easy as he drew you inside with him and closed the door behind you. Lucifer let his fingertips brush your palm as he dropped your hand and strode slowly over to the fully made bed, laying down in the middle of it with his legs crossed elegantly. He leaned his weight back on his elbows as he watched you, still standing uncertainly near the door.

Lucifer glanced down at his side to indicate where he wanted you, a smirk starting to curl the corner of his lips at your continued hesitation. His eyes bored into you until you felt small and you almost wanted to leave, but then that would leave you alone with your thoughts again, and at least this little game of his was forcing you to focus on the present. Some quiet part of you wondered if he would even let you leave, now that you had knowingly walked into the lion’s den. You knew why he was doing this; by making you join him yourself, by making you say what he already knew you wanted out loud, it rendered the entire situation a choice made by your own free will. And that was something you had no doubt he would hold over you.

As the silence stretched, you finally decided to force yourself to stop thinking. Your steps were quiet as you approached him, and you kneeled on the edge of the bed first before leaning down to support your weight on one hand. You tried to drop his gaze by looking down at his chest but he wouldn’t let you, a finger beneath your chin drawing your head back up again. You knew in that moment you had finally decided to play his game properly, holding his amused gaze as you scooted towards him and laid down against his chest, a leg over his and your hands on his shoulders. His real smile was no less threatening than the smirk had been.

“There,” Lucifer cooed, voice unbelievably soft. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it.”

You chose not to answer in words, instead pushing against his shoulders until he conceded to lay back against the pillows. His arms moved to ensnare you immediately, pressing hard across your lower back and spine to hold you to him. You let him trap your head under his chin as you tucked your face against his shoulder, your own arms finding their way around him. With the weight of his hold and the solid feeling of his body against you, with his breath lightly stirring your hair, you relaxed into him, realising your mind was finally quiet. You smiled in relief at your effortless focus on the present and squeezed your arms around the archangel in thanks before you could think better of it. In response, you again felt the touch of his lips to your forehead and again you didn’t comment, but god if you didn’t want to.

-

Lucifer, despite his love for a bit of powerplay, knew how bad you felt and how poorly you were coping. Humans as a species were a thorn in his side, but there was something about you that he wanted more of. His lips curved at the thought of you coming to him for comfort, for safety, to be grounded and protected. That wasn’t a sin in his mind, since he didn’t view himself as the image his father had created for humans to fear and to blame. You had chosen him, out of the many better, safer options you had, and he was going to make sure you kept on doing it. The physical contact didn’t hurt either, he thought belatedly, since no one had ever knowingly chosen to be close to him the way you had.

The archangel felt you give a little sigh as you shifted, trying to press yourself against him even more. He obliged you since he thought it was cute, starting to move his thumbs in gentle circular motions over your back. The next sigh you gave, this one incredibly content, made him wonder if you had forgotten what exactly you were curled up in the arms of. It would only serve to make him more satisfied if you had, but there was no need to find that out now. Time slipped by as your breathing slowed and evened out, but the grin that stretched his lips each time he thought of the trust you had in him didn’t fade.

[via-l0ve]

What kind of things do you think the Supernatural guys like in the bedroom? 🤔

SPN boys kinks!

a/n: i made this into a full fledged thing!! enjoyyyy!! also literally nothing is ever too lewd for me trust me guys!!!! love ya love ya. also i’m sorry i took a lil break i’ve been depressed and also very busy but i’m here now!

warnings: smut references/kinks, nsfw!!

Dean:

dean loves a good striptease

loved to hear you and loved for you to hear him!

he’s a switch and i’m NOT accepting any criticism

he’ll get on his knees and beg you when he’s subbing and wowowowowow

he def likes to have his hand around your throat

he’s into mutual masturbation

he also enjoys temp. play. he dosent really know why but he does!

LOVES IT when you’re ontop of him

he gets pleasure from pleasing you

makes you cum before him

he’s very handsy

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sam:

sam is a top

he loves having control

HAIR. PULLING. KINK.

He can’t control himself

sometimes he’d be too rough but he’d feel so bad about it afterwards

sam gives such good oral sex

like omfg

tongue of a GOD.

he prioritizes aftercare

maybe not as much as dean but

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Castiel:

my baby cas is a switch

he is kinda new to sex so you gotta show him the ropes

but once he gets it he gets it

(for the girls) he’ll finger you and literally curl his fingers inside and just barley brush over ur g-spot AGAGAGAGA

cas def has a restraint or bondage kink

using his tie to tie your hands back and just fucking you ruthlessly!! 🩷🩷🩷

he also enjoys being held back

with restraints or something

he makes sure you’re okay like every minute

which some ppl might find annoying but it’s cute you guys :(

—

Crowley:

crowley enjoys public sex ngl

i just feel it yk

makes you wear his clothes while he fucks ya

def into roleplay

100%!!

he leaves hickeys all over

into size kinks and marking kinks

i feel like he’s also a switch

WHICH SURPRISES PPL???

but c’mon

cant you just see a sub crowley on his knees begging you to fuck him while you sit on his throne???

i can!

[smoky-lucine]

Close Call

Little sister!Reader

After a close call during a hunt, The Winchester brothers panic as Castiel heals you.

Injuries, angst

My second fic :) I'm still trying to get the hang of writing but hopefully you all enjoy :)

You and the boys have been working on a case dealing with werewolves. You managed to catch one and kill it, and he confessed there is a whole pack in town and now you need to find the rest of them. You and Sam stayed in the motel and studied up on werewolves while Dean and Cas went out to the recent attacks around the town.

You didn’t get a lot of sleep the last few nights, as the werewolf attacks were happening faster and faster, and the four of you have been out every night on watch for any leads. Sam nudges your shoulder, and your chin slips off your hand and you jolt awake.

“Everything alright?” Sam asks while he shuts the book you fell asleep reading and sits down next to you.

“I’m okay, just tired from being out so late last night.” You say, rubbing your eyes.

Dean calls Sam and he gives you a gentle smile before he answers the phone and puts the call on speaker.

“Hey Dean, did you find anything?”

“Yeah. One of the Officers was a werewolf. He told us where they’re all staying before we took him out. We’re gonna hit it tonight alright?” Dean explains and you hear Castiel in the background ordering food for the three of you.

“Sounds good to me. Did he say how many of them are staying there?” You reply

“Nope. By the looks of how many attacks there's been, I don’t think it would be more than 7 or 8.” Dean says confidently.

Sam keeps talking about the case with Dean and you start getting silver bullets and knives ready for the hunt.

Later that night the four of you are on the way to the werewolves hiding house in the Impala. Sam and Dean are having their own conversation in the front while you and Castiel talk in the back.

“Have you ever hunted werewolves before?” You ask Cas.

“A few times yes. Angels don’t usually deal with them. Have you?”

“Occasionally yeah. I haven’t seen them in a while though, not since we still hunted with dad.” You say looking away. You didn’t like talking about your dad anymore, nobody really did. “I haven’t practiced my shooting in a bit too.”

“I’m sure we got it kid.” Dean says to you looking in the rear view mirror. “It’s gonna be a small pack. It’s gonna be in and out.”

You give him a smile. You turn to yawn and look out the window for the rest of the ride.

The four of you get ready and watch the house waiting for Dean to decide when to go in.

“Alright. Sam and Cas you two go in the side door, Y/N and I will go through the front.”

You look at Dean surprised. He normally chooses Sam when splitting up and it would make sense here too.

“Are you sure Dean?” You ask him nervously. “Yes, I’m sure. Do you not want to go in? What’s wrong?” Sam looks at you knowing you're tired, but he knows you don't want to tell the truth to Dean.

“No, it’s okay.” You say quietly, walking away a bit and focusing back on the house. Everybody does one last look at each other before splitting up and breaking into the house.

Dean kicks the door down and you both run in aiming separate ways. You hear Dean shoot a werewolf down and he turns to check on you in the now empty room. You can hear the other wolves in the house warning the others and running to defend against the four of you. You run up to the doorway, calling it clear and Dean runs into the kitchen with you following.

Making your way through the house, you and Dean each take down a few werewolves, and eventually meet up with Sam and Cas. The upstairs is still loud with werewolves running and escaping. You all say how many you took down and quickly realize there are at least triple the number of werewolves than Dean previously thought.

“But that doesn’t make sense. How can there be so many??” He says reloading his gun and looking around the room.

You responded “The attacks were happening faster and faster. I guess they don’t want to be careful anymore.” You focus on reloading your gun when you hear a growl.

You turn and see a werewolf sprinting at you and tackles you, losing all air in your lungs and dropping your gun. It claws at your stomach, leaving a huge gash. You quickly start seeing stars and your vision starts clouding, black slowly starting to take over. Coughing and screaming out you hear multiple gunshots and the werewolf dying.

Sam and Dean run up to you, eyes shocked at your injury.

“She’s really hurt.” Sam says, tearing up trying to get your eyes to focus.

“Sammy we gotta get her out of here.” Dean says loudly and begins to pick you up, flinching when he hears you cry out in pain. “There’s too many wolves here we need to leave.”

Dean runs as quickly as possible to Baby, putting you in the backseat. He throws the keys to Sam and yells "Drive!!” Castiel gets in the passenger seat and Sam runs to the driver’s seat and quickly starts the car, driving away from the house.

Dean holds you in the backseat trying to keep himself composed as he talks to you. “It’s okay Y/N. It’s gonna be okay alright? I’m so sorry I should’ve paid more attention. Look at me Y/N, open your eyes.” He begins to panic and yells at Sam to drive faster.

“We need to get far enough away; Cas needs to heal her.” Sam says speeding down the road.

You slip in and out of consciousness and wake up to Dean crying over you, and Sam and Cas yelling in worry. The three boys can’t stand hearing you scream in pain. You pass out and when the car is suddenly silent, Sam pulls over quickly as he and Castiel rush out of the car to reach you in the back seat.

“Cas, heal her.” Dean says solely focused on holding you still. Sam holds your hand as Castiel puts his hand on your stomach. His hand emits a bright white glow and Sam and Dean look away.

You wake up in the motel room. You look around at the quiet room and see Castiel in the corner staring at you.

“You're awake.” He says walking up to you. “I healed you. You’ve been asleep for a couple days, Sam finally got Dean to leave and eat.” You lift your shirt and there isn't a single scratch on your abdomen.

Castiel helps you sit up and hands you a bottle of water. “Your physical injuries are healed, but your body is tired. I could tell you haven’t slept in a few days.”

You drink the water and hand it back to Castiel. “Yeah, those night watches have been pretty hard. I appreciate you healing me and staying with me.” You give him a small smile and he gives you one in return and lets you rest longer.

Sam and Dean come home and seeing you sitting up in bed they run up to you. Dean hugs you tightly and when you yelp in surprise he lets go, scared you were somehow still injured. “Kid, I was so scared. I thought we lost you.” he says kneeling beside the bed, looking at you.

Sam gives you a big hug before climbing into the other side of the bed and letting you lean into his side. “It was really scary Y/N. I’m so relieved we got you healed in time.”

“I’m really sorry guys.” You say tearing up. “I haven’t slept in days, and I really wanted to help fight them, but I know I should’ve stayed back.”

Dean grabs your hand, “Y/N this isn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have put that pressure on you, and I should’ve stuck to the plan. Please don’t blame yourself.”

You all sit there quietly talking to each other until you slowly fall asleep and get more rest.

[lila-lou]

✨Obsessed - Pt. 6✨

Summary: After weeks of searching, you finally found Dean. However, he was no longer the man you had been in love with- but more importantly, no longer the man who never returned your love. Because now, in his twisted state, he was somehow obsessed with you.

Pairing: Dean x PregnantReader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, fluff, Pregnancy

Word Count: 5608

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

The days passed and with only a few weeks until your due date, you were visibly exhausted. Your belly had grown significantly, and simple tasks like tying your shoes had become nearly impossible. Thankfully, Dean, Sam, and even Castiel had been incredibly supportive, helping you through each day. The nursery was finally complete, thanks to Dean’s dedication and hard work.

Right now, Dean stood in front of his beloved Impala, nearly on the verge of tears as he stepped back to look at the child car seat installed in the backseat. It was a sight that brought a mix of emotions. He loved the baby, but seeing his car transformed in such a domestic way tugged at his heart.

Sam joined him in the garage, noticing the tears in Dean’s eyes. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he handed Dean a beer. “I never thought I’d see the day, Dean”, Sam said.

Dean took the beer, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. He looked at Sam, struggling to find the words to express the mix of emotions he was feeling. “Dude, I… that’s… no… look at this”, he said, wincing as he gestured to the car seat.

Sam’s chuckle turned into a full laugh, though it was filled with sympathy. “Yeah, I see it, Dean. It’s a big change, I know. But it’s a good one”.

Dean sighed heavily, brushing his hand over the clean roof of the Impala. “Baby, I’m so sorry”, he mumbled, his voice filled with genuine remorse.

Sam, unable to resist, continued teasing his brother. “You know, Dean, it’s not like you’re putting a spoiler on it. It’s just a car seat. The Impala will survive”.

Dean shot Sam a mock glare, but there was a hint of a smile on his face. “Easy for you to say. Your car doesn’t have a car seat cramping its style”.

Sam laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, well, get used to it. This is just the beginning. Pretty soon, you’ll be hauling around strollers and diaper bags too”.

Dean groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t remind me. I already feel like I’m losing my edge”.

Sam clapped a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “You’re not losing anything, Dean. You’re gaining family. And trust me, that’s worth a lot more than a pristine backseat”.

Dean sighed again, looking back at the car seat. “Yeah, I know”.

Meanwhile, you sat in the kitchen with Cas, who was intently focused, his head tilted slightly as if trying to hear something very specific. His gaze was fixed on your belly, and he seemed deep in concentration.

“Cas, what are you doing?”, you asked, amused by his intense focus.

“I’m trying to hear the heartbeat of your baby”, Cas replied matter-of-factly, not even touching your belly, just using his angelic senses.

You chuckled softly. “You know, you could just put your hand here”, you said, guiding his hand gently to your belly.

Cas blinked, looking almost surprised at the suggestion, but then he complied, placing his hand gently on your stomach. A moment later, his face lit up with a rare smile. “I can hear it. It’s strong”.

Just then, Dean and Sam walked into the kitchen. Dean’s expression softened as he saw you and Cas, while Sam grinned at the sight.

“What’s going on here?”, Dean asked, his tone playful but filled with curiosity.

“Cas is using his angel powers to hear the baby’s heartbeat”, you explained with a smile.

Dean nodded slowly, placing the empty beer bottle on the counter. His eyes caught sight of the untouched fruit bowl sitting nearby, and he turned to you with a look of clear disappointment. “Y/N, you’re supposed to be eating more fruit”, he said, his tone a mix of concern and mild frustration.

You sighed, feeling a bit guilty. “I know, Dean. It’s just hard to keep up with everything sometimes”.

Dean walked over to you. “I get it, but you need to take care of yourself, for the baby’s sake”.

Cas, sensing the change in the mood, removed his hand and stepped back, giving you both space.

Dean placed one palm on the table, leaning down towards you, effectively caging you in while he set the bowl of fruits right in front of you. “Eat up”, he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative.

You felt a surge of irritation flare up inside you, your pregnancy hormones amplifying your emotions. His tone, combined with the fatigue and stress you were already feeling, made you snap. “Dean, I’m not a child! You can’t just boss me around like this!”.

Dean blinked, taken aback by your sudden outburst. He straightened up, his expression shifting from stern to confused and concerned. “Hey, I’m just trying to help”.

“You’re not helping by treating me like I’m helpless!”, you retorted, pushing the fruit bowl away. “I’m doing the best I can, and I don’t need you hovering over me all the time!”.

Sam and Cas exchanged a glance, clearly uncomfortable with the rising tension. Sam took a step forward, his voice calm and soothing. “Okay, let’s all take a deep breath. We’re all on the same team here”.

Within seconds, tears spilled down your cheeks, the anger as quickly forgotten as it came. Dean looked helplessly towards Sam and Cas, but they simply raised their hands in surrender, indicating they were staying out of it.

You stood up abruptly, your emotions overwhelming you. “Go fuck yourself, Dean!”, you yelled, the outburst echoing in the kitchen. Without waiting for a response, you stormed out, leaving Dean standing there, looking stricken and confused.

Dean rubbed his face, feeling desperate and defeated. “I… I just wanted her to eat her fruit”, he mumbled, his voice tinged with frustration and hurt.

Sam, trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Well, you should’ve thought about that before knocking her up”, he said, a hint of amusement in his tone.

Dean shot Sam a look, half-glaring but also knowing there was some truth in his brother’s words. “Yeah, thanks for the reminder, Sam”.

Dean took another beer from the fridge, plopping down heavily on a chair. He grumbled under his breath, his frustration evident. “I’m supposed to be the one crying after installing that damn car seat into Baby”, he muttered, taking a long swig from the bottle.

Sam shook his head, trying to hide his amusement. “Dean, you’ve got to learn to pick your battles. She’s pregnant, emotional, and exhausted. Just give her some space and let her cool down”.

Dean sighed, rubbing his temples. “I know, Sam. I just… I want to help, but it feels like everything I do is wrong”.

Sam shrugged, his expression sympathetic but slightly amused. “Her hormones are crazy right now, Dean. Of course, everything you do is going to feel wrong to her. Just try to be patient”.

Dean groaned, taking another swig of his beer. “Patience isn’t exactly my strong suit, Sammy”.

Sam chuckled. “Yeah, I noticed. But seriously, Dean, this is part of the deal. She needs you to be there, even if it means taking a few hits along the way”.

Dean mumbled sarcastically, “A few hits? Last night she kicked me out of my own bed for breathing too loudly”.

Sam couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, sounds about right. Just remember, this is temporary. Once the baby’s here, things will settle down. Well, relatively speaking”.

Dean let his head fall dramatically onto the table with a groan. “Relatively speaking? I can barely survive the next few weeks”, he mumbled, his voice muffled against the wood.

Sam patted his brother’s back sympathetically. “You’ve faced demons, monsters, and the apocalypse. You can handle this”.

Dean lifted his head, giving Sam a weary look. “Yeah, but demons don’t kick you out of bed for breathing”.

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. “No, but they do try to kill you. Perspective, Dean”.

Dean sighed, rubbing his temples once more. “I just want to make things easier for her, you know? But everything I do just makes it worse”.

“She knows you’re trying, Dean. Just keep being there for her. Give her space when she needs it, and be ready to jump in when she asks for help”.

Dean leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. “I guess I can do that. Man, this dad stuff is hard, and the kid isn’t even here yet”.

Just then, you walked back into the kitchen, feeling calmer after taking a few moments to yourself. You saw Dean and Sam talking and approached them cautiously.

Dean sat up straight as he noticed you. He looked at you with a mix of confusion and concern as you pulled on his hand, guiding him out of the kitchen and towards your room. He followed without protest, his mind racing with questions. As soon as you reached your room, you pushed him gently towards the bed, your eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and need.

“I need you, now”, you mumbled, your voice thick with emotion.

Dean’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t hesitate. He cupped your face in his hands, looking deep into your eyes to make sure you were okay with this. “Are you sure?”, he asked softly, his voice filled with concern and tenderness.

You nodded, your need for him overwhelming any other thoughts. “Yes, Dean. I need you”.

Without another word, he pulled you closer, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed your back, soothing and exciting you all at once. You melted into his embrace, your body responding to his touch with an urgency that surprised you.

Dean carefully guided you onto the bed, his movements gentle but insistent. As you both shed your clothes, he took a moment to appreciate the beauty of your body, his eyes filled with admiration and love. He realized that the usual positions wouldn’t work because of your growing belly, so he adjusted his approach.

Sitting back on his heels, Dean gently lifted your hips, helping you find a comfortable position. He lined himself up with your entrance, moving slowly and carefully. His hands rested on your hips, steadying you as he began to push inside you. The sensation was different but no less intense, and you both moaned softly as he filled you.

Dean watched your face closely, looking for any sign of discomfort. When he saw only pleasure and need in your eyes, he continued his slow, deliberate movements. His hands caressed your thighs, his touch tender and reassuring.

“Are you okay?”, he asked, his voice filled with concern.

You nodded, your breath hitching with each thrust. “Yes, Dean. Just don’t stop”.

Dean was deeply conscious of your condition and wanted to ensure he wasn’t causing any discomfort. However, the slow rhythm quickly made you impatient. The need within you was growing, and you wanted more.

“Dean, please”, you breathed, your voice laced with urgency. “Faster”.

He hesitated, his eyes filled with concern. “I don’t want to hurt you or the baby”. he said, his tone gentle but firm. “I can’t risk triggering an early birth”.

You reached up, cupping his face a bit roughly in your hands , your eyes pleading. “I fucking promise, it’s okay".

Dean swallowed hard, the worry still etched on his face, but your reassurance gave him the courage to increase his pace slightly. He adjusted his grip on your hips, his movements becoming more fluid and confident. The change in rhythm brought a wave of pleasure, and you moaned softly, encouraging him to continue.

“Like that?”, he asked, his voice a husky whisper.

“Yeah", you gasped, your body responding to the increased intensity. “Just like that”.

Dean’s thrusts grew more purposeful, his control wavering as he gave in to the desire between you. He watched your face closely, the sight of your pleasure driving him on.

His gaze never left yours as his movements grew more purposeful, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. “You feel so good”, he murmured. “So tight and perfect around me”.

You moaned in response, the sound filled with need and encouragement. “Please… don’t stop”, you pleaded, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.

Dean’s pace quickened slightly, his hips moving with a steady, controlled rhythm that sent shivers of pleasure through your body. “I won’t stop, baby”, he promised, his voice deep and rough.

The term of endearment sent a shiver down your spine, making your heart clench. He had never called you that before, and hearing it now filled you with a mix of emotions—desire, longing, and a deep, unspoken love.

Dean’s hands gripped your hips tighter, his movements becoming more forceful, each thrust driving deeper and harder. His eyes never left yours, the intensity of his gaze mirroring the depth of his feelings. “I love seeing you like this”, he murmured, his voice husky with desire. “Falling apart for me. You’re so beautiful”.

Your body responded to his words, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. “I’m so close”, you gasped, your breath hitching with every movement.

“I know, baby”, he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “I can feel it. Let go for me. Come for me”.

The raw intimacy of his command sent you over the edge. Your body tightened, a wave of intense pleasure crashing over you as you came, your muscles contracting around him. Dean groaned, the sensation pushing him closer to his own release. He thrust deeply one last time, his release flooding you as he held you close.

As Dean collapsed, the intensity of the moment left him barely able to hold himself up. He crashed softly against your belly, his weight pressing down gently. You groaned softly, feeling a mix of pleasure and discomfort.

“Dean”, you whispered, your voice a gentle reminder. “The baby…”.

Dean’s eyes widened, and he quickly shifted his weight, propping himself up on his elbows to avoid putting too much pressure on your belly. “Sorry, sorry”, he mumbled.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, the sound filled with affection. “It’s okay. Just be careful”.

He nodded, his expression serious as he carefully adjusted his position, making sure you were comfortable. “You okay?”, he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just… tired”.

Dean brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender. “You rest. I’ll take care of everything”.

As you settled back against the pillows, Dean moved to clean up, making sure you were comfortable and had everything you needed.

Within seconds, you fell asleep, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with you. Dean carefully wrapped the blankets around your sleeping form, making sure you were warm and comfortable. He stood there for a moment, watching you sleep, a tender smile on his lips. Then, with a deep breath, he quietly left the room.

Dean walked back out into the main area of the bunker, his hair still tousled. He found Sam and Castiel sitting in the library, deep in discussion about a new case. They looked up as Dean approached, their expressions shifting from serious to curious.

“Hey”, Sam greeted, a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Everything okay?”.

Dean nodded, running a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah, she’s asleep now. Just… needed some rest”.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “She was just tired?”.

Dean grinned, his expression turning mischievous. “And horny”, he mumbled, almost under his breath, but loud enough for Sam to hear.

Castiel tilted his head slightly. “Human needs and desires are quite complex. I’ve observed that pregnancy can often heighten such feelings”.

Sam chuckled, shaking his head. “Thanks for the biology lesson, Cas”.

Dean took a seat at the table, still grinning. “So, about this case. What have you guys found?”.

Sam spread out the papers again, refocusing on the task at hand. “Like I said, people are disappearing without a trace. No signs of struggle, no evidence left behind. It’s like they just vanished into thin air”.

Dean nodded, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “Alright, I’ll come with you, Sam. Cas, stay here with Y/N”.

Sam looked a bit unsure, his brow furrowing. “Are you sure, Dean? It’s only a few weeks until the due date. What if something happens?”.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Weeks. Not days. She’ll be fine, Sammy. Cas is here, and we need to wrap this up. Besides, it’s probably my last case for quite a while. I need to make sure I’m there for her and the baby when the time comes”.

Castiel nodded solemnly. “I’ll stay with Y/N and make sure she’s safe. You can count on me”.

Sam sighed, still a bit reluctant but trusting Dean’s judgment. “Alright. Let’s get this done quickly, then”.

They gathered their gear and prepared to head out, Dean glancing back towards your room one last time, feeling a mix of anticipation and resolve.

Before they left, Dean wrote a quick note for you, explaining where he was going and reassuring you that Cas would be there to help with anything you needed. He placed it on your nightstand, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before quietly leaving the room.

The drive to the case location was filled with the usual banter and strategizing, but Dean’s mind kept drifting back to you. He knew he had to stay focused, but he couldn’t help but think about the future and the changes that were coming.

You slept for nearly 18 hours before finally waking up. As you saw the note Dean had left on your nightstand, a mix of emotions washed over you. You couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness and a little disappointment. You had hoped Dean would be there when you woke up, but you also knew how much he loved hunting. For the last few days, he hadn’t left your side, and that dedication had meant the world to you.

You sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and read the note again. Dean’s familiar handwriting reassured you that he would be back soon and that Castiel was there if you needed anything. You sighed, feeling a bit lonely.

Cas appeared in the doorway, sensing your wakefulness. “Y/N, are you alright?”, he asked, his voice gentle and filled with concern.

You gave him a small smile. “I’m okay, Cas. Just a bit disappointed, I guess. I know Dean needs to hunt, and I don’t want to hold him back”.

Cas nodded, stepping closer. “Dean cares deeply for you and the baby. He wouldn’t have left if he didn’t believe you were in safe hands”.

You chuckled softly. “Thanks, Cas. I know. It’s just… hormones, I guess”-

Cas tilted his head slightly, a thoughtful look on his face. “Human emotions are complex. It’s natural to feel this way, especially with everything you’re going through”.

You chuckled, feeling a bit lighter with Cas’s understanding words. “Thanks, Cas. Can you give me two minutes to freshen up and get dressed?”.

Cas nodded, stepping back towards the door. “Of course. I’ll be right outside if you need anything”.

You quickly freshened up and changed into comfortable clothes.

As you bent down to pick up your brush that had fallen to the floor, you suddenly felt a rush of liquid running down your thighs. The sensation was unmistakable and immediate. Panic and realization hit you simultaneously: your water had broken.

“Cas!”, you called out, your voice tinged with urgency and alarm.

Cas appeared in the doorway almost instantly, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. “What’s wrong?”, he asked, his voice calm but filled with concern.

“My water just broke”, you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “I think the baby’s coming”.

Cas’s expression shifted to one of immediate focus. “We need to get you to the hospital”.

You nodded, trying to stay calm despite the rush of emotions and the growing discomfort. Cas quickly helped you get clean again and gather what you needed, his demeanor calm and reassuring.

As you settled into the car, Cas driving with careful urgency, you reached for your phone with trembling hands. You dialed Dean’s number, praying he would answer quickly. After a few rings, his voice came through, breathless and tense.

“Y/N? What’s up?”.

You could hear the background noise, the sound of heavy breathing, and the unmistakable clatter of weapons. “Dean, my water broke. The baby’s coming”.

There was a brief silence, followed by a string of muffled curses. “We’re just finishing up here. We ran into a nest of vampires. Hang on”.

That’s when the first contraction hit. You doubled over in pain, gripping the phone tightly. “Dean”, you hissed through clenched teeth, “the contractions are starting”.

“Shit”, Dean muttered, his voice growing more urgent. “Hang on, baby. We’re coming. I’ll be there as soon as I can”.

Cas glanced over at you, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the panic you felt. “Focus on your breathing”, he advised, his voice steady. “We’ll be there soon and the baby won´t come that quick”.

You nodded, trying to follow his advice, but the pain was overwhelming.

When you finally arrived, the medical staff quickly took over, guiding you into a wheelchair and wheeled you inside. Cas stayed by your side, holding your hand and offering quiet reassurances.

As soon as you laid on the hospital bed, the contractions slowed down again, but each one that hit felt like it was ripping you apart. You gripped Cas’s hand tightly, trying to breathe through the pain. “How long do they need to drive?”, you asked through gritted teeth, your voice strained.

Cas’s usually calm face showed a hint of worry as he gently squeezed your hand back. “About three hours”, he mumbled, trying to sound reassuring but clearly concerned about the distance.

Three hours. The thought seemed unbearable. You closed your eyes, focusing on your breathing and trying to stay calm. The minutes felt like hours as the pain ebbed and flowed.

The nurse came in periodically, checking your vitals and offering words of encouragement. “You’re doing great, sweetie”, she said with a kind smile. “Just hang in there. Your baby is on the way”.

Cas stayed by your side, his presence a calming force amidst the chaos.

Time passed in a blur of pain and worry. Each contraction brought a fresh wave of agony, and you clung to Cas’s hand as if it were a lifeline. The thought of Dean racing to get to you kept you going, giving you a sliver of hope to hold onto.

"I need Dean”, you whimpered, tears streaming down your cheeks. The pain and fear were overwhelming, and you couldn’t imagine doing this without him. “I can’t do this without him”.

Cas held your hand tighter, his eyes full of empathy. “He’s on his way. Just a little longer”, he reassured you.

Meanwhile, Dean was a wreck. He had reluctantly handed over the driving to Sam, unable to focus through his nerves. His eyes were glued to the road, his knuckles white from gripping the edge of the seat.

“Drive faster, Sammy!”, Dean yelled, his voice cracking with desperation.

Sam kept his cool, his eyes focused and his tone firm. “I’m going as fast as I can, Dean. We’ll be there soon. She´s still got time!”.

Dean fidgeted restlessly, checking his phone every few seconds, though there were no new messages. Every minute felt like an hour, and the anxiety gnawed at him.

Back at the hospital, each contraction seemed to last an eternity. You clung to Cas’s hand, his presence the only thing keeping you grounded. The nurse came in again, her expression serious but gentle.

“The baby is getting closer”, she said, checking your progress.

You nodded weakly, trying to focus on her words, but the pain and fear were overwhelming. All you could think about was Dean. You needed him by your side.

In the car, Dean’s phone buzzed. He fumbled to answer it, his hands shaking. “Dean? It’s Cas. She’s progressing fast. You need to hurry”.

“We’re almost there, Cas”, Dean replied, his voice strained.

“She needs you”, Cas said softly.

Dean sighed deeply. “I know, Cas. We’re coming as fast as we can”.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, you were struggling with the pain and fear that seemed to consume you. You turned to the nurse, your voice trembling. “Why is the baby coming already? I still had four weeks left”.

The nurse gave you a reassuring smile, her eyes kind and understanding. “It’s not uncommon for babies to come a little early, especially with first pregnancies. Everything looks good so far, but we’ll keep a close eye on you and the baby”.

You nodded, trying to absorb her words and calm your racing heart. The pain of another contraction hit, and you gripped Cas’s hand even tighter, tears streaming down your face.

Cas, ever the steady presence, leaned closer. “Dean is on his way. Focus on your breathing. You’re strong, Y/N”.

Time seemed to blur as you endured contraction after contraction, each one bringing you closer to meeting your baby but also amplifying your fear and anxiety. You could barely register the passing of time, each minute stretching into what felt like an eternity.

Dean and Sam finally pulled into the hospital parking lot, Dean practically leaping out of the car before it even fully stopped. He raced through the hospital doors, frantically asking for directions to the maternity ward.

Bursting into your room, Dean’s eyes immediately found yours. The relief on your face mirrored his own as he rushed to your side, taking your hand from Cas.

“I’m here, I’m here”, Dean repeated, his voice soothing and full of love. “I’m not going anywhere”.

You squeezed his hand, the pain momentarily forgotten in the relief of his presence. “Dean…”.

He kissed your forehead, his other hand gently brushing your hair back. Just then, another strong contraction hit, and you squeezed Dean’s hand so tightly that his eyes widened in surprise and he hissed in pain.

“Keep going, you’re doing great”, Dean said, trying to maintain his calm demeanor despite the pain in his hand.

The doctor entered the room, taking in the scene and quickly moving to check your status. After a brief examination, the doctor looked up with a smile. “Oh, someone can’t wait to come out. It’s time to start pushing”.

Your heart raced as you heard the words. The reality of the moment hit you with full force. Dean squeezed your hand gently, his eyes filled with love and encouragement. “You’ve got this, Y/N. I’m right here with you”.

The nurse positioned herself by your side, guiding you through the process. “Alright, with the next contraction, I need you to push as hard as you can. Take a deep breath, and let’s do this together”.

You nodded, focusing on Dean’s face and the sound of his voice. As the next contraction hit, you gathered all your strength and pushed, gripping Dean’s hand for support. The pain was intense, but the thought of holding your baby kept you going.

“That’s it, you’re doing amazing”, the nurse encouraged. “Keep going, just like that”.

Dean shifted slightly, curiosity getting the better of him as he started to glance down between your legs. But you quickly pulled him back, snapping with a strained voice, “Don’t even fucking think about that, Winchester”.

Dean’s eyes widened, and he quickly turned his attention back to your face, a sheepish grin spreading across his lips. “Okay, okay, I won´t", he reassured you, his grip on your hand tightening.

The next contraction hit, and you pushed with all your might, feeling the intense pressure and pain.

The doctor’s voice broke through the haze of pain and effort. “The head’s almost out. One more big push”.

With every ounce of strength left in you, you bore down, pushing as hard as you could. The sensation was overwhelming, but then you felt a sudden release. The room was filled with the sound of your baby’s first cry, and your heart soared with relief and joy.

The doctor quickly checked on the baby, making sure everything was okay. Meanwhile, Dean kept kissing your forehead, his lips brushing against your damp skin. His voice was a gentle murmur, filled with awe and love. “I love you”, he whispered, his words carrying the weight of a thousand unsaid emotions.

It was the first time he had said those words to you, and before you could fully process them, the doctor turned to Dean. “Do you want to cut the umbilical cord?”.

Dean blinked, momentarily stunned, then nodded quickly. “Y..Yeah". He gave your hand a final squeeze before stepping forward, taking the scissors from the doctor with a mixture of reverence and excitement.

The doctor guided Dean, showing him exactly where to cut. With careful precision, Dean severed the cord, his eyes never leaving the tiny, squirming form of your newborn. As he finished, the doctor wrapped the baby in a soft blanket and placed the little one in your arms.

Your heart swelled as you looked down at your baby, the exhaustion and pain melting away in the face of this new, overwhelming love. Dean sat back down beside you, his eyes misting with emotion as he gazed at the two of you.

“He’s perfect”, Dean whispered, his voice choked with emotion. “You did so good, Y/N. So good”.

You kept crying as you looked down at your baby, your heart overflowing with love and awe. The tiny bundle in your arms seemed almost surreal, a perfect blend of you and Dean. You could see Dean’s eyes and your nose, tiny fingers grasping at the air.

Dean reached out, gently stroking the baby’s cheek with a fingertip. “Hey, little guy”, he whispered, his voice breaking. “Welcome to the world”.

The baby squirmed slightly, making soft noises that brought fresh tears to your eyes. You looked up at Dean, your eyes shining with emotion. “He’s ours”, you whispered, the reality of it sinking in. “We made this perfect little person”.

Dean nodded, his own eyes misty. “Yeah, we did. He’s amazing”.

The minutes stretched and felt like mere seconds as you and Dean gazed at your newborn in wonder. The serene bubble of love and awe was gently interrupted by a nurse who approached you with a warm smile.

“I need to take the baby to clean him up and check his vitals”, she said softly, then turned to Dean. “Would you like to help?”.

Dean glanced at you, concern flickering in his eyes as he saw the reluctance in your expression. You instinctively tightened your hold on the baby, not wanting to let go just yet.

Sensing your hesitation, the nurse knelt beside you, her tone gentle and reassuring. “We’ll be quick, and he’ll be right back in your arms. I promise”.

Dean placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, Y/N. I’ll be right there with him. He’ll be fine”.

You nodded, swallowing hard as you reluctantly handed your precious bundle to the nurse. Dean followed closely, his protective instincts in overdrive. Another nurse came to your side, beginning the process of cleaning and checking you.

As Dean helped the nurse with your baby, you could see the care and tenderness in his actions. He was gentle and attentive, his eyes never leaving your son. The nurse showed Dean how to clean the baby, and he watched intently, eager to learn and be involved.

Meanwhile, the nurse with you worked efficiently, offering soothing words and making sure you were comfortable. Despite your initial anxiety, seeing Dean with your baby brought a sense of calm and reassurance.

After what felt like an eternity but was only a few minutes, the nurse returned with your cleaned and swaddled baby. Dean was right behind her, his face glowing with pride.

“See? All clean and healthy”, the nurse said with a smile, gently placing the baby back into your arms.

You felt an overwhelming sense of relief as you cradled your son once more, his tiny form warm and secure against you.

And while the baby had cried the whole time getting cleaned up, as soon as you held him, he stopped. His tiny eyes fluttered open briefly before closing again, his little face settling into a contented expression. You felt a wave of emotion wash over you, marveling at how perfect he was.

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Part 7

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Behind Closed Doors (Epilogue)

Pairing : Boss!Dean Winchester X Assistant!Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings : fluff, mentions of sex, not proofread.

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The duo arrived at Dean's penthouse, it was perched high above the city, a sleek sanctuary of glass and steel, with floor-to-ceiling windows that captured the skyline's every flicker and glow. Y/n watched with an amused look on her face as Dean paced back and forth in front of her, his expression was one of excitement and bewilderment.

“Can you stop pacing?” She giggled gesturing him to come to her. He stopped to look at her but he remained still at his place. He still wasn’t able to wrap his head around the situation. She removed her heels and walked over to him, snaking her arms over his shoulders while he held her by her waist. “Are you not happy?” She bit her lip, looking at him with inquisitive look.

“Are you mad?” He retorted. “I’m ecstatic.” He grinned pulling her closer. “I’m just baffled! What happened? How’d you change your mind? What’s dad gotta do with all this?” Y/n smiled at him and dragged him over to the couch. She made him sit down comfortably before sitting beside him.

“Your dad came to see me a few days ago.” She started.

It was a normal Sunday, Y/n was at home binging a show had to catch up on when the doorbell rang. At first she thought it was Castiel and she didn’t want to be bothered so she remained seated. But a few seconds later the bell rang again. With a loud sigh she pushed herself off the couch and opened the door. There stood none other than John Winchester.

“May I come in, Y/n?” She was quite shocked to hear that he knew her by her name, but then she realised it had more to do with her relationship with Dean than her being an employee at his company. She nodded her head, moving out of the way for him to enter.

Taking a seat on the couch John looked around the space, it wasn’t huge but it wasn’t small either. Decent and spacious enough for one person.

“Can I get you anything?” She asked awkwardly standing in front of him.

“Coffee would be great.” He replied. with small smile. After she prepared two mugs of coffee she gave one to him and sat on the couch opposite to him. “I assume you know why I’m here?” He asks taking a sip from his mug.

“Yeah I guess.” She murmured and he raised a brow wanting her to continue. “Your wife sent you here to ask me to back? I swear it’s not me, Dean’s not letting me resign.” She replied looking at the mug in her hands.

“It’s not why I’m here. I want to ask you something.” His eyes narrowed as he studied her, tracing every line and movement with calculated precision. “I talked to Castiel the other day and from what I’ve gathered you’ve left my son.” He spoke calmly.

“I would never ask him to choose me over his career and he was going to do exactly the same. So I made the decision for both of us.” She replied and John held back a scoff.

“Why don’t you just say that you don’t want to be with broke guy?” John egged her.

“With due respect Mr.Winchester, You’re sitting in my home and I will not let you disrespect me like that.” She glared at the man and he smirked at her. At the change of his expression she tilted her head in confusion.

“Care to elighten me then why did you let go so easily?” John asked leaning back on the couch.

“That company is Dean’s dream.” She started, “he’s worked day and night to be where he is. I have no doubt that if you kick him out he can work at any company and CEO. But this company is important to him, because it’s yours.” She concluded and John looked confused. He asked her to elaborate and she took a deep breath. “Dean looks up to you, he wanted to be CEO of this company so he could make it bigger and better. He’s never told it to anyone but he wants spread it countrywide, he wants to expand your business, to make you proud. And I can’t let myself be the reason, that he can’t achieve his dream.” She clenched unclenched her hands in her lap.

John let out a chuckle and she looked up at his face. He rubbed the back of his head before speaking,

“I’m sorry for accusing you, dear. I knew Dean’s choice was impeccable but I had to see for myself. You’re fierce and I can see you’re willing to give up your happiness for his’. But the thing is I don’t want you to. I want son to be happy.”

“What do you mean?” She looked at him suspiciously.

“Well, I’m assuming you’re invited to the wedding?” He didn’t let her reply before he spoke again, “Even if you’re not, I want you to attend. And object to this wedding as his rightful fiancée.” John said passing the small box he brought along. She gasped as she saw what was inside. The Winchester heirloom. “You deserve it.” John smiled at her.

“How’d you know—about the engagement?” She asked clearly taken aback. He chuckled in response.

“My son trusts me more than he lets on. He told me and I’m here to keep that trust intact.” He looked at her with almost pleading look on his face. “Don’t give up on him. He won’t lose his dream, I’ll make sure of it. But he won’t lose his love is something that you need to take care of.”

“So that was it.” Y/n smiled filling Dean in. “I’m sorry I didn’t try harder but that push was all I needed.” Dean shook his head at her words. He grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers together. He placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

“You rescued me and that’s enough.” He grinned at her which made her laugh. “And I can’t believe dad went against mom for me. That man is the definition of whipped.” Dean thought out loud.

“But I guess that’s why he understands the situation so well. He knows what it’s like to love.” Dean nodded.

“True. I gotta thank the old man.” Dean stated. “But first, I need to make sweet love to my fiancée.” He added picking her up and carrying her into the bedroom.

Four months later Y/n and Dean decided to get married in an intimate setting with their close friends and family. Mary had refused to attend but Dean didn’t care. He was done with his mother’s antics and was fine with having his Dad, Sam, Jess and Cas by his side. And of-course the love of his life. Y/n had her family and close friends and it was perfect. The wedding took place in a cozy, candle-lit venue, adorned with soft florals and warm lights that cast a gentle glow over the small gathering of close family and friends. As the couple exchanged heartfelt vows, their closest loved ones watched, each tearful smile and quiet laugh creating an atmosphere of love and genuine warmth. The evening was filled with shared stories, laughter, and quiet moments, making it a deeply personal celebration of their journey together.

“After the wedding, the couple went off to their honeymoon to Paris, the city of love. It was an extremely enchanting experience, filled with moonlit walks, cozy dinners in hidden bistros, and breathtaking views from the Eiffel Tower. And lots of love making, Dean couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Every moment felt like a scene from a romance novel, as they wandered hand-in-hand through charming streets, explored art-filled museums, and shared quiet laughter in quaint cafes, making memories that would last a lifetime. Frankly Y/n didn’t want to come back home but they had to obviously.

Y/n was working at her desk, as Dean had suspended her notice period and completely disregarded her resignation. He didn’t want to spend a second away from her so he wanted her to continue being his assistant. He called her inside his office numerous time solely for the purpose of asking kisses. He called her in again and Y/n huffed walking inside. He beckoned her with his index finger, puckering his lips.

“You can’t be serious. I’m working.” She half glared at him, he smirked knowing she was trying to be intimidating but she enjoyed it as much as he did. A knock on the door resounded and Dean yelled a ‘come in’. It was Kevin, an intern.

“I got these files you asked me to Miss L/n, I was gonna leave them at your desk but I thought I’d check boss’ office.” He said sheepishly. Before Y/n could reply Dean spoke.

“It’s Mrs.Winchester.” He smirked proudly. Kevin quickly apologised and she dismissed him by telling him to leave them at her desk. He nodded and left. “Now Mrs.Winchester, a kiss please?” Dean pouted leaning back in his chair. She walked over to him shaking her head. She leaned to peck him but he pulled her onto his lap deepening the kiss.

“You’re lucky I love you, Mr.Winchester.” She muttered against his lips.

“Damn right I am.” He kissed her again. “Just so you know I love you more, Mrs.Winchester.”

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[ryngzmn]

clingy | D.W

PAIRING: dean winchester x werewolf!reader

SUMMARY: ever since you came along, dean hasn’t had a moment of privacy. not that he minds of course.

WORD COUNT: 558.

WARNINGS: not proofread, dean calls reader furball but there are allusions to other nicknames, very short :((

A/N: this is based off a bot I’ve made before, also in my eyes reader has like little wolf ears and a tail like in fanart you might see but I didn’t describe it in case some people didn’t want that :)

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It had been a few months — seven, more specifically — since you had started to hunt with the Winchester brothers.

And Dean was a little wary of you, to be honest. But you were a supernatural creature, a werewolf to be exact! It wasn’t a surprise he didn’t trust you.

But eventually he warmed up to you, mainly because he started realizing how useful you were on hunts with that enhanced sense of smell and hearing you had.

You seemed to warm up to Dean quickly, very quickly.

If he could describe you in one word: clingy. That would be the word he would use.

To put it nicely, you never left him alone. If he was doing his own thing in the bathroom, you’d be waiting outside. You were constantly by his side and practically breathing down his neck.

Like right now. Dean was making some breakfast while you were just watching him, not contributing in any way whatsoever. Although, he could probably say you were there for emotional support.

After a bit, Dean briefly glanced at you, seeing that you were only a few inches away from his face.

“Can you give me some room to work here, furball?” The nickname he gave you rolled off his tongue effortlessly, along with the countless other ones he had given you before.

You listened eagerly and quickly took a few steps back, your gaze darting from Dean back over to the food.

Dean noticed this and realized you must’ve been really hungry for you to be eyeing it like that. “You hungry?”

You nodded with a small ‘mhm’ and Dean chuckled.

“Well jus’ give me a few minutes and the food’ll be ready for ya.” He smirked.

“Okay!” You replied cheerfully, turning your head away from the food to look around the bunker’s kitchen. Something Dean noticed you often did when you had nothing else to do.

He let out a small huff, pausing whatever he was doing and turning to you. “Why don’t you go set the table? Food’s almost done. Also, why not wake up Sam while you’re at it?”

Dean watched as you turned and grabbed a few plates, placing them in the table and leaving some space in the middle so Dean could place the pancakes and eggs there.

He turned back to the stove and subconsciously listened to your footsteps rushing down the hallway to Sam’s room.

And by the time he was done and stacking all the pancakes onto one plate, you were already back in the kitchen with Sam in tow.

Walking over to the table, you sat down next to the spot that Dean always sat in. On purpose, of course.

Dean brought the pancakes over to the table and set them down in the middle of the table, sitting down moments later.

While everyone ate, Dean could see you out of the corner of his eye inching closer to him. He said nothing about, knowing that you just wanted it be closer to him.

It might’ve been weird that you were only this clingy with him, you were never this clingy with Sam or Castiel. He’d never bring it up though, mainly because he didn’t mind.

In fact, he enjoyed the fact that someone always wanted to be so close to him, no matter how annoying it got.

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[rositaslabyrinth]

Castiel “Castles crumbling”

Castiel x fem!reader

Helping cas recover after losing his grace

Words ; 943

The warehouse was unnervingly quiet now, save for the faint hum of fluorescent lights flickering overhead. The metallic scent of blood and the acrid tang of smoke clung to the air, a suffocating reminder of the fight that had just ended.

Your legs carried you forward on instinct, the weight of everything that had just happened settling on your chest. Dean and Sam were a few steps behind, speaking in hushed tones about their next move, but their words faded into background noise as your eyes locked on Castiel.

He was slumped against the cold, concrete wall, his trench coat hanging off his shoulders like it was too heavy for him to bear. His head was tilted back, his eyes half-closed, and for the first time, he looked truly, utterly defeated.

It wasn’t just exhaustion. It was something deeper, something that made your throat tighten and your heart twist painfully in your chest.

You dropped to your knees beside him, hesitating only for a moment before reaching out. “Cas?”

His eyes cracked open at the sound of your voice, but they didn’t hold the piercing light you were used to. They were dull now, almost lifeless. He stared at you for a moment before shaking his head faintly. “You shouldn’t…” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. “You shouldn’t waste your time on me.”

“Don’t say that,” you said quickly, your hand hovering over his arm, unsure if he would pull away. “You’re hurt. Let me help you.”

He let out a dry, bitter laugh that didn’t sound like him at all. “Help me? You can’t help what’s already broken.”

“Cas—”

“I’m nothing now,” he interrupted, his tone sharper, more biting. His gaze shifted away from you, fixing somewhere in the distance. “My grace is gone. I’ve fallen. I was an angel of the Lord, and now I’m…” He trailed off, his jaw tightening as if he couldn’t bring himself to say the words.

“Now you’re human,” you finished for him, your voice soft.

His head turned sharply, and for a moment, his expression was one of disbelief—maybe even anger. “Human,” he echoed bitterly. “Do you have any idea what that means? I’ve lost everything. My purpose, my power, my… everything I was. My foes and friends alike have seen me fall.” His voice cracked, and he looked away again, his shoulders slumping. “I don’t even know how it could’ve ended this way.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you struggled to keep your voice steady as you reached for him again. This time, you didn’t hesitate. You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

“Listen to me,” you said firmly, your thumbs brushing over the rough stubble on his cheeks. “You are not nothing, Castiel. Do you hear me? You’re still you. You’re the one who saved me, who saved Dean and Sam, who saved the world more times than I can count. You’ve fought for humanity, for people you didn’t even know, and for what? To tell me now that you’re nothing? I won’t let you say that.”

His blue eyes, so dull and lifeless moments ago, searched yours now, and you saw the cracks in the wall he was trying so desperately to keep up. “I’ve failed,” he whispered. “I thought I was doing the right thing, but I’ve only ever caused pain. To Heaven. To you.”

“You haven’t failed,” you said, your voice trembling as you leaned closer. “You’ve done more good than you’ll ever know. And you’re not alone. Do you hear me? You’ll never be alone.”

His hands came up hesitantly, resting over yours as if grounding himself in your touch. “I don’t know how to be this,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “I don’t know how to be… human.”

“You don’t have to figure it out on your own,” you said, leaning your forehead against his. “You have me. You have Dean and Sam. You have us, Cas. And we’re not going anywhere.”

For a long moment, he didn’t respond, the weight of your words hanging in the space between you. Then, slowly, he leaned into you, his hands tightening slightly over yours.

“Thank you,” he murmured, the words so quiet you almost didn’t hear them.

Your breath hitched as his gaze dropped to your lips, the air between you shifting. There was a hesitation in his expression, a question he didn’t voice aloud. But when he leaned in, the kiss was soft, tentative, as if he were afraid you might break under his touch.

You kissed him back, your fingers threading through his hair, pouring everything you couldn’t say into that moment—your admiration, your affection, your love.

When you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and for the first time since Metatron had stolen his grace, there was a faint light in his eyes.

“Uh, hate to interrupt your little moment,” Dean’s voice cut through the quiet, making you jump, “but we gotta get moving. This place isn’t exactly safe.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you didn’t move far from Castiel. His hand found yours, and when you glanced at him, his expression was soft but steady.

Dean raised a brow but didn’t comment further, leading the way out with Sam close behind.

As the four of you left the warehouse, Castiel’s hand remained in yours, his grip firm and grounding. He might have lost his grace, his power, and the castle he’d once built, but as you walked beside him, you silently vowed to help him rebuild—brick by brick, piece by piece.

And this time, he wouldn’t have to do it alone.