#castiel x gender neutral reader

[alexiswritingstuff]

Is that... lipstick?

Pairing: Castiel x gn! reader.

Other appearances: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Summary: While trying to have a morning like any other, the Winchester brothers notice a certain fact about the reader they apparently hadn’t themselves. Though once they did, it was something... very unexpected. 

Content/Warnings: implied intimacy. nothing explicit unless you want it to be. implied alcohol consumption.

Also this has not been proofread again so be aware that there might be spelling mistakes and such.

A/N: okayokayokay I had this idea from that trend on tiktok where a person would show themselves fixing up their lipstick and then pan to the reason it was messed up in the first place (their partner) and immediately just came up with whatever this was.

Cas is like my go to when writing rn but If someone wants like a Dean x reader version of this... let me know...

Waking up always felt like the most difficult part of the day. A sort of sluggishness continuously pulling at every muscle within your body. A dull ache that pulsed across the temple as if in harmony with a heartbeat. 

There was a list of things that begged you to stay in the comfort of a bed, but you found yourself up and about anyway, ending up in the kitchen with squinting eyes as soon as the harsh lighting consumed your vision. 

You had a milk carton in one hand, while your other held onto a bowl of dry cereal, and you titled it to the side, watching the liquid pour over the bites of paradise until some began to float. 

Sam was sat at the table to your right. His eyes were practically glued to the screen, his fingers typing away like he was doing a test for how fast he could do it. A sound that didn’t exactly help your head, even though there was the hood of a hoodie covering your ears.

“Yo, Sam, you’re the smart one,” you started after returning the milk to its cold home. The frantic pressing of keys ceased all at once, after at least 3 more words had been spelled out. “... What?”

“I’m not... I’m not repeating that-- How do you cure a headache?” you questioned instead, grabbing the spoon you had set down earlier. Sam’s chair squeaked lightly as he leaned back. “Um...”

“I’m pretty sure you could just take an ibuprofen. Or, you know, put a wet towel on your head? Something like that.” 

The younger Winchester sort of looked at you for a minute, though he could only see your back. His eyes analysed your posture, the way that you moved, the way that you stood. And then they narrowed.

His chin slightly tilted up, “Did you drink a lot last night?”

A scoff passed through your lips immediately. “I honestly don’t have an answer to that.” The first mouthful of cereal had been brought to your lips and the second the food touched your tongue, your shoulders relaxed. A sigh seeped through your nose. “I wanna marry the person that made cereal.”

The bowl that really was utter paradise was now in your hands, your fingers gripping onto it for dear life as you finally turned yourself round so that you could lean against the metal island.

“You know that person is dead and has been for... many years, right?” Sam spoke with furrowed eyebrows, the laptop in front of him now long forgotten. “Never stopped me before.” was all you had said before another spoonful was shovelled into your mouth.

At this point a set of footsteps had started echoing through the hallway, and after Sam looked at you with either disgust or concern, or both, his eyes went to the doorway.

“Whoa.” Dean’s feet halted for a moment as he looked between his relieved looking brother and the gremlin thing that was practically hunched over a bowl. “What kind of meeting is this?”

You swallowed, “One where people stop asking questions first thing in the morning.” you responded lazily, gathering more of the contents into your spoon. Dean raised his eyebrows for a second, only to nod his head a second later when his brother sent him a shrug. 

“Well,” He continued his previous movements and was now officially in the kitchen, beginning to make his way through the space between the island and the table. “As long as I get breakfast out of it, I---”

Dean stopped almost as fast as he had started. And soon enough, by the time your mouth was yet again full, it seemed that the man was now stood to your side.

It wasn’t until you looked up that you had actually noticed those green eyes of his were aimed right at you, even though you hadn’t uttered a word. You could only blink for a moment.

“What?” you finally questioned, the word barely audible through the mush. 

But Dean still stared, mouth agape and eyes flickering over almost every inch of your face in a way that made you want to fold in on yourself. You swallowed again, “Wha-- What? What is it?”

The man before you took about a step backwards, allowing Sam to have you in his line of sight. And then he practically mirrored Dean’s expression, his eyebrows beginning to raise as if they were aiming for the ceiling. “... oh.” 

“Oh.” Dean said himself.

Then suddenly, as if the final cog had turned in his head, the face that was once frozen in shock had morphed into this shit eating grin that curled in a beyond terrifying way.

He started laughing. 

It wasn’t his usual huffed one, a giggle, or even those little ones he did when making fun of someone. This man was full on cackling in a way that had him bending at the knees.

Sam himself did a bit better at hiding his reaction to whatever it was they were seeing, though his lips sort of trembled as they tucked very tightly together.

You placed the bowl onto the island behind you, arms now crossed over your chest, as you looked between the boys like a disappointed teacher. “Am I going to have to wait a year for you to tell me what the hell is going on?”

“Oh-- Oh, man, this-- this is-- Oh, my god, this is great!” Dean strained out through even more hard laughs while you looked back and forth between the brothers, desperately trying to gage what had happened. “What?”

Finally, after asking the same question over and over again for what felt like the millionth time at this point, and after Sam managed to clear his throat without cracking, he spoke up. “Have you, uh...”

“Have you looked in a mirror at all this morning?”

You shook your head slowly, your eyebrows now very much furrowed if they weren’t before, “No... Why?”

Dean couldn’t even properly speak at this point, as every attempt to contain that urge of laughter ended in yet another fit. “You-- Man, I want-- Ha! I want a picture of this.” he managed out after a few tries, and even began to pat at his pockets as best as he could in his condition.

Though, the laugh and the lack of understand of what the hell was happening made you feel very self-conscious in that moment... You had to admit that it was very nice to see Dean like that, let alone hear that sort of laughter that hasn’t been heard in a very long time.

After staring at the man who was still in absolute hysterics for a second longer, your eyes travelled back over to Sam when he cleared his throat again, and even scrunched his nose in an attempt to calm himself down.

“Yeah,” he started through a slight hushed voice as he nodded his head, “I think it’s best if you go look, just-- No reason.” 

It was literally first thing in the morning. Your energy levels didn’t even exist at this point, and all you really wanted to do was just eat your damn cereal in peace... but nevertheless.

You complied. 

Your gaze flicked back and forth between the brothers one more time before you pushed yourself off of the island and moved towards the doorway, your feet dragging with every step.

Another round of laughter erupted as soon as you had left the room. 

~

Various grumbles joined by the hum of electronic power were the only sounds that echoed through the annoyingly bright halls.

Though the air that circulated was cool, it never seemed to ease the warm rush of embarrassment that burned around your body, despite not even knowing the cause.

After walking through the maze like hallways within the bunker, that felt even longer when tired, you had found yourself in front of the large dark door that held the shower room behind it.

With all the strength you could muster in your state, you turned so that your shoulder could lean on the wood. Your hand grabbed at the handle that was so cold underneath your fingertips that you had almost immediately retracted. As if electrocuted.

The door swung open within the next second, but as soon as it had done so, instead of taking a step inside, your hands now jolted up to cover your eyes, “Jesus!” You blinked more times than anyone could count, your eyelids barely even making it halfway before they had to shut again.

The walls in the room were basically all white, meaning that the light emitted from the ceiling just purely bounced around every nook and cranny. “Might as well be looking at the damn sun.” you muttered to yourself, an irritated sigh following after.

Once you had at least mildly managed to get adjusted to the disgraceful lighting, you allowed yourself to shuffle into the equally cold room.

Soon enough, your heavy body ended up at the sink, your hands grasping along the rim of the bowl in an attempt to stabilise yourself when another ache had pulsed along your forehead.

You took in a deep breath through your nose and held it there for a few seconds. Your eyes landed on the mirror that sat before you, the blinking beginning all over again as the reflection being seen was only blurry.

But thus, after a good minute of being in that bathroom, your body allowed itself to adjust to everything that continuously attacked your senses. 

One last blink was all it took before you could see yourself in the glass as clear as day... And everything that came with it.

“Oh... my god.”

Your face was brought closer to the mirror within an instant, your previously tired and heavy eyes becoming fully open in alarm as they were now the ones to search across the skin of your face.

On almost every single feature, that you could see in front of you, was an imprint from a certain cosmetic.

Most entirely followed the outline that very clearly resembled the shape of lips, but others were smudged, some even dragging to where another had been placed.

Lipstick.

There was an odd texture that you had felt tighten the indents of your face this morning, but never in your life would you have imagined that this was the reason. You thought your skin was just being weird.

Your body was frozen. No matter how hard you thought in that moment, there was absolutely no recollection of the previous night. Or who even owned lipstick.

The eyes that stared back at you were almost wild now, a sort of panic surging through your veins at the lack of any memory... Though, it faded into something else as fast as it had started.

Your hood had slipped off the back of your head after your sudden movement. And now, upon gazing at the new areas exposed to you, your eyes ended up travelling even lower. Which now left you realising yet another thing.

The marks weren’t only on your face.

Your heart was purely hammering in your chest, all of the previous confusion and disorientation from earlier fuelling the fire that was panic, as you slowly pushed yourself backwards to stand up straight.

There was a print of lips halfway under the neckline of your hoodie.

Your hands raised, almost frightened, to grip at the fabric. And soon you had it between your fingers, realising now that the texture of that too had been altered from stains that you were guessing happened during everything else.

With a slight shake to your breath, and a squeeze of the material in your grasp, you gingerly began to pull it away so that the skin of your torso was properly revealed in the light--

It was slammed back to your chest within the next second. An audible gasp had even spilled from your lips as you found your gaze in the mirror yet again. Eyes still wide, almost unblinking.

“Holy...”

Your feet took a stumbled step away from the sink, your fingers still tightly clutched to your hoodie, as if it was a set of pearls. But even that couldn’t hide the set prints that apparently travelled a lot further than you thought. The more parts that you looked at, the more stains you found.

Your body had been a canvas to a painter you couldn’t remember.

At this point, you were stood in the centre of the room. Every emotion felt morphing into one thing that spread from your head to your toes.

And then you turned, twisting slow on your feet until your hazed eyes landed on at least one of those large showers that seemed more appealing than they had ever in the morning.

How the hell did you get lipstick off?

~

To rid the skin of countless stains took longer than you had originally thought.

Most of your body felt raw. As if you had scrubbed it with sandpaper for hours on end, though it was just your hands. All was worth it, however, as the previous marks were no more.

For the first time throughout the entire morning, the air that engulfed you within the hallway relieved the warmth that clung as you walked through it, your fresh set of clothes slightly sticking to your body more and more with every step.

You ruffled your towel through your damp hair, the ache in your temple now caused by your eyebrows that were furrowed due to the multitude of thoughts that filtered both in and out of your mind.

An act that almost had you walking right past your own bedroom.

Another grumble murmured through your lips as you turned to the side, opening the door like you had done with the one for the shower room. And then you walked in, the fuzz in your mind apparently stopping you from noticing the light that illuminated its contents.

One that previously wasn’t on at all.

Your head shook, as if all the action going on in your mind would just let go.

Instead of getting closer to figuring out last night's mystery, you were getting further away... Or nowhere at all.

You went round the edge of your bed, taking your towel in both hands before stretching the material out completely so that you could drape it across the radiator along the wall.

A breath was brought slowly in and out of your lungs after taking a step back from the warmth. Your spine uncurled from it’s miserable slouch, your arms practically going limp by your sides while your eyes fell closed.

You reached backwards after a moment, hands patting through the air until you managed to locate the mattress that was screaming your name. But instead, you just sat yourself down. Attempting a final try to get to the bottom of everything. “Come on, man.” 

At this point, your head was lowered onto your hands that had previously been clasped together moments before. 

You tried everything. Thinking back to what you had done before the timeframe of the... event, who it could’ve been. I mean, Sam and Dean would surely have asked questions if it was someone they didn’t know, right?

Still, even after all of that, and the extra seconds you took to wrack through your brain for even the slightest memory from last night. Something that could just spark your brain and give you the answer. There was nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

“Dammit.” you breathed out, your body now falling limp against your lap as your shoulders deflated with it.

There was almost this feeling of shame that pierced through every other one.

It wasn’t so much so about the fact that you couldn’t remember if you had gone out, or brought someone back into your own home, as much as it was about the fact that you had shared such an intimate experience with a person. And you couldn’t remember a single thing.

Who the hell--

“Y/n?”

Your head snapped up within a second, your body following suit in a way that made it seem like you were about to go flying into the wall when you had managed to stand. “Jesus!”

The heel of your foot had twisted so quickly that it almost gave your skin carpet burn. Your arms were up and ready as you looked throughout the room to find the intruder...

And then your eyes landed on your bed. More importantly, those familiar set of blue eyes that stared right back at you.

Your shoulders eased back down as they had done earlier, your calloused hands raising before rubbing at the soft skin of your face, that felt even nicer after that shower.

“Okay, yeah-- I think Dean is right, man. You’ve gotta stop just appearing like that.” you practically groaned out as you pinched at the bridge of your nose.

“Well, I... I seem to have been here before you walked in.”

Your fingers dragged away from the warm skin beneath it so that you could allow your gaze to find the man, who was most definitely not helping your confusion. “Huh?”

Especially when you had actually located him.

Because of your previous glance, you had thought that Cas was just sat on your bed for whatever reason he desired.

Though now, as you properly stared back at him, finally registering that sort of grogginess that further emphasised the gravel to his voice when he had spoken, you had noticed that he was in fact under the covers.

Your covers.

His torso was practically twisted just so that he could meet your eyes while his own were narrowed, adjusting to the light, and almost looked puffy as if he had just woken up.

Your eyebrows were most definitely furrowed if they weren’t before. “I thought angels didn’t sleep.” You were about to say. Another mystery that you had to solve... but instead, just as the words were going to roll off of your tongue, your brain had fully taken in the appearance of the person before you.

Castiel’s hair was dishevelled, heavily contrasting the way it usually sat, which in itself was most unusual.

And then you saw it.

No words could even begin to pass through your lips in that moment. No matter how hard you tried. There wasn’t a sound, or even a vowel.

“Y/n?” Cas questioned before clearing his throat, slowly pushing himself upward until he could sit upright and even did his signature head tilt when he was properly facing you. “What’s wrong?” He fought with an urge to yawn.

You couldn’t move. Your eyes were just glued to his lips. A set that seemed to be layered with a sort of faded deep red which smudged severely over the skin surrounding his mouth, especially towards the corners. “Oh.”

Castiel’s eyebrows furrowed at the lack of fullness to your voice.

It appeared that your mystery was solved.

You had found your mystery painter.

“Oh.”

[thatonewriter15]

A Day of Firsts

Relationship: Castiel/Gender-Neutral Reader; Castiel/Original Character

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 455

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Castiel, Fluff, Angst

Summary: Set during 5.17 ("99 Problems"); the reader helps Castiel through his first headache and hangover.

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

Castiel Imagine: Winchester!Reader falling asleep on him in the Impala

Content/Warnings: Gender neutral Reader, Younger Winchester Reader

He couldn’t safely teleport anymore since his disobedience, and he was bound to the earthly means of transportation ever since. Dean joked that he looked like a kid in the backseat when he joined you there, you had stuck your head out and jokingly asked which of them was the Mom then. That set off an interesting discussion on the topic, but you whispered to him that Sam was clearly the Mom. Castiel had frowned and curiously gazed at your brothers at that.

Sharing a backseat with you meant a lot of things, it meant that when you hit a part in your book that you particularly liked you would turn to him with a smile and tell him about it. It meant that sometimes you stopped looking out the window with your headphones in to give him an earpiece so he could listen to it as well. You then would return to look outside and rest your head on your knees while he sat still and looked on straight as always. It meant that you would always hand him a bit of your snacks on the drive, despite him explaining to you that he didn’t need food to survive. At some point he just took what you gave him and ate it with his usual stoic expression.

You were very insistent on treating him as their own.

He didn’t know why, but you seemed to care about his opinion on things that he really didn’t know much about. Like politics, or the clothes you were wearing that day. He squinted and tried to find something to say in those moments, „They look.. functional enough.“ He had said after a few moments, „Functionality is associated with comfort right?“ You slightly tilted your head, „I guess, yeah. You ask like you don’t know what comfortability feels like.“ He blinked, „If I can move around that should suffice.“ You somehow concluded from that that he needed a set of ‚lazy day clothes‘, whatever that meant.

This time it was raining heavily, you hardly went forward since Dean couldn’t drive as fast as he usually would in the storm, and he wouldn’t stop complaining about it too.

You had put your book down a while ago as it seemed to become harder and harder for you to stay awake. Increasingly uncomfortable with sitting for hours you had pulled your legs in and shifted a bit more towards him in that notion.

Castiel sat still as always, when his eyes suddenly shifted to the side when he felt a weight on his shoulder. He blinked, swallowing thickly when he felt your face nestle further into his clothes as sleep fully took over you. Your weight must have shifted to eventually sink fully to where he was seated. You were warm, and your lips parted with the soft, steady breathing of slumber.

It was like were suddenly a ton of signals and sensations going on in his form- he usually never got this close to anyone unless it was in combat. But you took over all his senses at once and he didn’t know what to do. Your scent mixed with the smell of rain that streamed in through the small crack of the window you left open. Your warm breath fanned over him, your knee brushed against his thigh.

It was rude to wake up humans when they slept, he learned that through plenty of pillows thrown at his face by Dean so.. so he should just let you be, right? He gazed at the book in your lap, still weakly held onto by your hand. He carefully reached out to untangle your hand from it before it fell down and woke you up, but once his hand brushed against yours your fingers twitched upwards to cover his.

It was so natural for humans to hold each other, their forms completed each other perfectly, like hands. And it came so intuitively to them that even in your sleep you felt and sensed another hand and got closer to it with your own, with the smallest movements your state of sleep allowed you to.

You always treated him like you were equal, and even if he didn’t take as much harm in a situation as a human might you were the first to advocate for his safety. Were you simply.. fooled by his human form? His gaze dropped, the thought somehow caused him disappointment.

Sam and Dean had gotten quiet, both of them had noticed the scene.

„Can I tell you something?“ Dean made eye contact with him through the mirror, both of them agreed. „Sometimes I think Y/n doesn’t understand I‘m not a human.“ Castiel said, quiet as not to wake you. Sam raised his brows and turned a bit in his seat to look at him.

„I don’t think so. I think.. they just don’t know how to show their affection ‚angel like‘. Humans show each other that they like them in different ways, but part of it is meeting the needs of the other human or getting close to them, you know?“ Castiel frowned, „I don’t.“

„Well you don’t need to eat or something like that, and Y/n knows that.“ Dean said, „But they don’t want to exclude you from the group, and they don’t know how else to show affection but the human way.“ He said and shrugged. „They don’t want you to feel left out just cause you don’t need what we do.“

Castiel looked at you again. You.. liked him? You wanted him to feel belonging? He had never expressed that he felt uncomfortable, and sometimes he did feel.. disconnected. Piloting this body around. trying effortlessly to understand and relate to the references and behaviors that came with being Human. The jokes, the conclusions you all seemed to come to simply because you were the same species and family.

He never talked about it, but you assumed or understood it anyway.

Castiel bit his lip and his eyes flicked from your face to your hands, and he carefully intertwined them with you more. Maybe he could show you appreciation by mimicking and reciprocating some of what you were doing. It felt.. like he was doing it right. It felt right, and not only in a technical way.

Hm.

[thewayhouse]

'A Slight Miscommunication'

Castiel x Reader

-> Gender neutral reader -> Slightly susggestive - kissing -> Miscommunication trope -> 1.5K words -> Author's note at the end

'A Slight Miscommunication'

The rain pitter-pattered on the motel roof, thunder raging in the distance. You watched the raindrops on the window race each other to the bottom, silently rooting for one. It won. Smiling at your small achievement, you took a sip from your glass, whiskey burning your throat in a mild sensation. 

You, Sam, Dean, and Castiel had been on this hunt for two weeks now and it was beginning to weigh on you all. It was some vampire sightings that Dean was positive were real, we didn’t believe him but begrudgingly went along with it due to lack of any other cases. Now Dean was starting to question whether they were real or not. He wasn’t singing along to the songs on the radio anymore, and Sam was barely touching any of his books. Cas was mostly the same, but there was no one to balance out his usual monotone behaviour, so things were starting to get drab. Even you, one who wasn’t one to give up on a case so easily, was starting to rethink that self-proclaimed title. 

“Hello”, a monotone voice from behind you spoke, making you jump in your seat and whip your head around. “Cas, you’ve gotta make more noise man,” I took a deep breath, calming down my heart from the sudden high, “you’re gonna give someone a heart attack sneaking up like that.” “My apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you”, he walked around and sat down on the chair opposite you, “I just wanted to talk about something that happened earlier.” “Oh?” “At the diner, with the waitress.” He said, trying to jog your memory, and it worked. Earlier, the group had gone to a local diner to get some lunch, a little break from our searching. You and Cas walked in and sat down at a booth first; Dean couldn’t find a parking spot in the carpark of the diner, and Sam wanted to make sure he got one with shade covering Baby. So the brothers drove off bickering after dropping off you and Cas. When the waitress came round to get your orders, she had said something along the lines of “So, what can I get you two love birds today?” To which Cas had said nothing, and told her that you were waiting on others. “Oooh, double dates are always fun. I’ll come back later” she’d responded. Before she left however, you corrected her “we’re just friends actually. And we’re waiting on two other friends, who are brothers, so…” She apologised and went to go serve another table. When you had looked back at Cas, he seemed off, but you couldn’t press further, Sam and Dean had arrived. “Oh, yeah, that.” you took another sip of whiskey, the ice clinking together, before you continued. “Yeah, what was that about Cas? You looked off, but I didn’t want to pry-” “No. I want to talk about you. Why did you say that to the waitress?” He looked genuinely confused, even a bit hurt. “What do you mean? I corrected her because we aren’t dating.” You looked equally as confused as him, both staring at each other. “What made you think that?” he scooched forward on his chair, the old frame creaking slightly beneath him, “of course we’re dating. We have been for months now.” “What?” “Did- did you not know?” You both sat there, staring at each other for what felt like hours, both as baffled as the other. The deafening silence finally broke at Cas’ words. “I courted you, you accepted, we’re dating. Is that not how that works with humans?” “No- no that’s how it works, I guess. But when did you court me?” you began stuttering over your words out of both bewilderment, but also out of embarrassment. Maybe flustered is the better word. Either way, you were beginning to feel a heat spread across your cheeks, one that said everything you were thinking, and had been for months now. Yes, you had had a crush on Castiel for a while now, almost a year now, longer even. Through that time, you had assumed that angels did not have those kinds of feelings. Even if they did, you didn’t think Cas was one of them; until now of course. “I have cooked you your favourite food on multiple occasions, I asked you to dance with me and you accepted, and I have defended your safety countless times - of course I would protect anyone, but it felt different with you” Castiel answered. Those things didn’t really sound like romantic things to you, in fact they’re pretty standard platonic actions, which made you press further. “Okay… but you said I accepted?” “Do you remember when I first showed you my wings?” You did remember.

He had asked if you wanted to see them, to which you had excitedly responded. Neither Sam nor Dean had seen Cas’ wings, one of the few aspects of his true form that humans were able to see in moderation without dire consequences; so naturally, you felt honoured and a little aloof with the fact that Cas let you see them and no one else. He had ushered you into the bathroom at the motel you were all staying at and locked the door so no one would walk in on the display. You remembered that he had seemed nervous to show you, but you’d assumed it was nerves relating to your safety, hoping it wouldn’t be too much for you. When he did show you, after the initial shock, he’d asked if you would clean them for him. Actually, the word he used was ‘preen’, but it was basically the same thing, right? “Yeah, I remember. You had me clean them because it was too difficult to do it yourself.” “Exactly, you preened my wings,” Castiel took a breath, shaking his head, baffled that he had to explain this to me. “Did you not know that that is a common courting method for those with wings?” He continued, “you accepting and preening my wings for me was you reciprocating the courtship.” Shuffling in his seat, he finished with “I thought it did anyway.” You sat there for a moment, taking this all in, face flushed, gripping your whiskey. “I…” unsure what to say, or how to look at Cas in the eye after hearing how oblivious you’d been, you stood up. Placing your now empty glass on the windowsill beside you, you anxiously tidied your crinkled shirt and cleared your throat. One, two, steps forward. Now standing in between Cas’ legs, you reach out and grab his tie, pulling his head upwards into a kiss. 

It was unexpected to say the least, for both of you. You don’t know why you did it, but it just felt right, and boy did Castiel’s lips feel just right too. The sweet scent of honey and whiskey filled your senses, making a deep aching sensation drip into your chest. Kissing an angel, how holy and devoted does that sound. How dirty and blasphemous. No matter, it was heaven if you’ve ever felt it. The soft lips of the angel pressing against yours in a soothing motion, nothing could compare. Nothing in your mind but him, nothing but him. The sound of Cas’ muffled surprise fluttering through your body, only making you want more, trying to drag more out of him. It wasn’t too much use though, you needed to breathe. Reluctantly you pulled back, your scattered breaths mingling with each other. You stumbled backwards slightly, letting go of his tie, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I-” Castiel had cut you off, standing up and taking a step forward. “No, don’t be,” he took your hands in his, tracing small circles on your palms with his thumbs. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” his voice was soft, gentler than it usually is. Entwining his fingers with yours, he pulls you closer, keeping his eyes on yours the whole time. “Was that you… agreeing?”He glances down at your hands for a brief second before looking up again, “to this whole thing, I mean. To us… us being together.” “Well I guess it wasn’t me so much as agreeing if we were already dating,” you chuckled, “albeit without me knowing at first.” Castiel let out a sigh, letting out all the tension he didn’t realise was building within him, “I’m glad.” One of his hands made its way up to your face, carefully brushing a piece of hair behind your ear; it cupped your cheek. You leaned into Cas’ warm palm resting against your face, the feeling both foreign and familiar.

 “You know,” you began, “I’m glad you said something… I have liked you for a while.” “And you said nothing?” “No. I didn’t think angels could feel anything like that, so I just never bothered.” Castiel shook his head, almost in pity. “Oh dear,” breathed the angel, “I have a lot to teach you, Love.” 

Author's Note

Let me know if you'd like a continuation of this short, cause I honestly really enjoyed writing it.

Heyy, I hope you enjoyed! It's [technically] my first time posting something like this, I usually keep my fanfics to myself, but no more! Idrk what else to say so uh, my requests are open, and buh bye!

-> divider made by @/benkeibear

[bored-writer101]

{Castiel X Reader} My Angel

A/N: this came to me in a dream and i had to write it. sorry for being kinda inactive :( writers block be a bitch. but i hope you guys enjoy this one shot i was finally able to write! :] (gender neutral reader)

Warnings: reader gets kidnapped but angels, castiel unalives them

Summary: You had fallen right into their trap. The angels were using you as bait to get Castiel. They made the mistake of underestimating him.

Words: 1009

(not my gif)

"Castiel!"

Your scream bounced around the skull of his vessel like a ricocheting bullet. He abruptly stood from the chair he had been sitting in. The sudden movement caused Sam and Dean to look over at their angel friend. They eyed him curiously.

"You alright, man?" Dean asked, but before he could receive an answer, Castiel disappeared with a woosh of his wings. Dean turned to his brother. "What the hell was his problem?" Sam shrugged in response before looking back at his computer screen.

'Angels... Why did it have to be angels?' you thought.

You had fallen right into their trap. They wanted you to get to Castiel. Unfortunately for them, they were going to get just what they wanted.

"Castiel!" you called out for him again, and the angel in front of you laughed before smacking you across the face.

"Shut up. You already did your job."

The single lightbulb above your head suddenly popped, sinking the room into darkness. You heard shuffling footsteps before the sounds of punches landing. A few more moments of fighting before you heard the squish of a blade stabbing into flesh. A few feet away, three lights slowly emitted from the darkness. You could see a brief glimpse of the rage in Castiel's eyes as the angel died. You squeezed your eyes shut and turned away once it was too bright to bear.

Then it was silent. All you could hear was the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears. The smell of blood wafted through the air. You sucked in a breath and held it. You heard footsteps come over to you and around to stand behind you. You felt hands tugging at the ropes that were tied around your wrists. You were still terrified even though you knew who it was.

"Castiel?" you asked, your voice wavering.

"I'm here," he said as he finally got the ropes untied.

You brought your hands into your lap and rubbed your sore wrists. Castiel rounded the chair you were sitting in. You heard shuffling as he knelt down in front of you. Your eyes were slowly adjusting in the dark. He reached out and gently held your hands in his. He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles in an attempt to calm you down.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I-I don't know."

"It's alright. I'm going to make it all better," he said softly.

You felt two fingers press against your forehead. "Castiel, wait!" you reached up to grab his wrist and try to pull his hand away, but it was already too late.

You could feel the ache in your muscles subsiding. The tingling on your cheek from where the other angel had slapped you was gone. You could breathe evenly again. You pulled Castiel's hand down, and he let you; you were already healed. You could see a faint smile on his face through the darkness.

"I'm sorry-" he cut you off quick.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. This isn't your fault," he reassured you.

"I fell right into their trap. I should have seen it coming!" you insisted. "And your grace..." you added sadly.

"It doesn't matter. What matters now is that you're safe," he said as he cupped the side of your face.

You leaned into his touch. Your eyes fluttered close, but it wasn't much difference to the darkness that surrounded you.

"Let's get out of here," Castiel said.

His trench coat rustled as he stood. He held both your hands, and you knew what was coming next. Usually you'd protest him teleporting you, but you just wanted to be out of that room. You squeezed your eyes shut, preparing for teleport and for the incessant questions you were sure to get from Sam and Dean. With a quiet whoosh of Castiel's wings, the two of you were out of that stuffy room.

You were surprised to smell fresh air. You shivered as the wind blew over you. You opened your eyes, and you're a bit disoriented when you realized you were standing. You stumbled on your shaky feet. Castiel was quick to place his hands around your waist to keep you upright. You put your hands on his shoulders for leverage as you tried to force your legs to work.

"I'm sorry. I thought you'd want to come back to the bunker instead of..." his voice trailed off.

"It's alright. I actually would rather be here. It's just, next time have me stand up beforehand," you said as you finally managed to regain your balance.

"My apologies. I'll remember that for next time."

"It's okay," you said with a chuckle, "Thank you for the rescue. I don't know what I'd do without my angel," you added.

You noticed the way his head cocked to the side at 'my angel.' You didn't even mean to say it, it just sort of came out. You hoping he doesn't acknowledge it.

"Your angel?" his pleased smile says he's not annoyed, but you can't help the embarrassment that burns your cheeks.

"S-Sorry, I didn't mean-" he cut you off before you could dig yourself into a hole with your rambling.

"I'd be your angel forever if you asked me to," he said smoothly.

Your jaw dropped open slightly at his words. He leaned in and kissed your cheek. You're sure he can feel the warmth against his lips. You closed your eyes when he kissed you, and you heard the flap of wings. Your hair was jostled by the gust of air. You opened your eyes to find him gone. You're left with your skin tingling with the rush of almost getting killed and then getting rescued by the angel you've had a crush on since you met him. You brought your hand up and gently touched the spot where his lips had kissed you. The next time the two of you were alone, you were definitely taking him up on his offer.

[vhyunjinverse]

The French Kiss

gn!reader x dean winchester

summary: Turns out..you’ve never kissed anyone before, to Dean’s surprise, so he teaches you.

warnings: none! fluff, first time kissing, intense kissing, heavy touching

“Oh come on- you serious?” His mocking laugh made to shrink more into yourself. Sitting there wearing an oversized sweatshirt that covered your legs. You sat there on Dean’s bed in the bunker, only you two in the home-like place. “I’m serious.” You muttered.

“You’ve never kissed anyone?”

“No.”

“I find that to be bullshit- Have you seen yourself?” That made you shiver. You look up at him, face flushed in embarrassment. He popped open a bottle of water and came closer. “I know i’m hot. Trust me, i’m well aware.” You scoff, “doesn’t mean I just go around kissing people, unlike some of us..”

He rolled his eyes at that, taking a seat next to you, “Well, don’t just sit there- come on.” He motions you forward and your body moves on its own, scooting closer to him. This whole thing- You and Dean, it was new to you. For years you kept to yourself until a case brought you to the Winchesters. Since then, you’ve been inseparable. It was only recently you started to feel something for Dean..seeing him in a way you’ve never seen before.

It was days like these in the bunker where you two just talked comfortably- that’s how it started. Your talks together..just You and Dean.

You lean forward, lips puckered, ready to kiss him. But he laughs, “Dude- okay come on. We have to set the mood. Loosen up a bit huh?” His hands move forward, grabbing your chin. Your hands shook nervously… His thumb grazed your cheek, his other hand gently coming down on your thigh. “It happens naturally..” He murmured, lips close to yours. “So I’ve heard.” you swallow nervously, eyes looking at his as they fluttered shut.

“Close your eyes.” you hear him groan. your eyes flutter shut, and then you felt it- Dean’s lips pressed against yours. You couldn’t help the small gasp that slipped out of your mouth. His lips move against yours. It felt strange, you felt light but your heart heavy. Your hands grip his shirt, and he pulled back.

“Well?” He asks, hands still at your thigh, skidding up.

“Is that it?”

“Oh we haven’t even done french kissing.” He laughs as you catch your breath. Dean lays your body back on the bed, slowly hovering over your body. “Let me know if this is too much okay?”

“..Okay.” you murmur, wanting his lips back on yours. “I’m gonna do something different- and if you don’t like it then-“

“Kiss me already please Dean, god.” That makes him laugh and his lips are back on yours in an instant. Your body felt hot, at the touch of his hand going from your thigh to your hip. His thumb grazing over the bone gently. They ran over the stretch marks, making you gasp. Dean took that opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips.

It made you jump- the feeling strange and new. But he’s gentle…something you didn’t expect from Dean in any way possible. His tongue slips over your own, like a blanket. He damn near swallows your mouth whole. He lets out a small grunt, and you could tell he held back some.

You kissed him back to the best of your ability, even when your teeth bumped against his- he said it was okay- you still kissed. Your body was on fire. You couldn’t help but let out a small noise when he pulled back. His lips red, yours swollen.

“Well?” He asks, looking down at you with a small smile. “How was that for our first lesson?”

“First lesson?” You pant.

“Well yeah, doesn’t just stop there.” He scoffs out a laugh

[angelyuji]

Okay but who do you think would/could cut off their darlings legs if pushed too far???? <33

there are two types of these to me.

tw // physical abuse

minors dni!!!!!!

1. the ones that do this because they think they’re doing this to keep you safe. ford pines falls under this. he thinks what hes doing is for your own protection and definitely not because he gets to feel powerful when you’re completely reliant on him and stuck with him. i feel like generally, most of these types are unaware of their subconscious feelings and thinks they’re punishing you for your own good.

ford pines, castiel, marc grayson, rick sanchez (maybe)

2. the ones that don’t see you as human. these types see you as a pet/doll for their own amusement. if u don’t listen to them, they’re going to get bored and that’s when they break bones and incapacitate you. like homelander? yes, hes got mommy issues and he wants to feel the touch of a lover, but that was season 1! current-homelander would do anything to feel powerful and to feel like a god. a gravity falls example would be bill.

homelander, omni-man, lucifer (supernatural), bill cipher, tony stark (maybe)

[holylulusworld]

Dusty Wings

Summary: You prepare the bunker for Christmas.

Pairing: Castiel x GN!Reader

Warnings: fluff, Christmas fluff, implied secret crush, for my story, Castiel never lost his wings or his powers.

A/N: It's been a while since I wrote for Cas. So, here we go.

He’s curiously watching you dust the shelves at the library. Christmas songs are blaring from the loudspeakers Charlie helped you install in every room and you are wearing a Santa hat.

You’re swinging your hips to the latest song, giggling as you sing along. “You better watch out,“ you empathize the line by dusting the books on the shelf, “You better not cry.” You stop and walk toward the next shelf. “You better not pout. I'm telling you why (why).”

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Castiel cocks his head to look at the boxes on the table. Christmas decorations lie splattered all over the library. There is even a huge inflatable snowman next to the table. 

“I try to decorate the bunker for Christmas while they are not around,” you press your index finger to your lips. “Do not tell them, Cas. I want to surprise them. This Christmas will be special.”

Castiel nods thoughtfully. Since you, Castiel, and the Winchesters moved into the bunker, you never found the time to celebrate Christmas together. There was always a case keeping you from celebrating.

“Can I help you with the decoration?” He offers, unsure if he will be of any help.

“Nah, I need to dust the shelves and clean the floor first. I want the bunker to be sparkling clean. Don’t tell them, but Dean and Sam are mucky pups.”

The angel chuckles as you turn your attention back toward the dusty shelves. 

“I could help you with cleaning too.”

“I only got one feather duster, Cas. But thanks for your offer,” you give the angel a wink. “Maybe you can check on the Christmas ornaments in the boxes on the floor. I think some are broken.”

“Hmmm…I could just use my wings to help you clean,” Castiel casually says. He looks at you with puppy dog eyes, hoping he’ll appease you with his offer.

“Wait! You can use your wings to clean?” You gasp audibly. “Really? How? I mean…won’t they get dusty if you do? My feather duster always gets dirty.”

“One beat of my wings and all the dust will be gone,” Castiel casually says, as if it’s nothing special. “Do you want me to help you?”

“OH! Wow!” You clap your hands. “If you help me clean this mess with your wings the bunker will be clean in no time. YES! More time for decoration and baking cookies!”

“CAS that was awesome!” You jump up and down and clap your hands. “You did it! One beat of your wings and the whole library was clean. I can’t believe it.”

“It was a pleasure to help you,” Castiel softly says. He smiles and watches you look at him with glassy eyes. “I’ll be right back. I need to clean my wings now. They got dusty.”

“Your beautiful wings got dusty? Oh no! Can I help you?” You grab Castiel’s wrist to stop him from zapping out of the bunker. “Maybe I can wash your wings or help you dust them.”

“I will flap my wings to clean them,” he says. “I’ll be back to help you decorate the bunker."

Castiel disappears, leaving you stunned and impressed. You’re still not used to his abilities. The fact that he cleaned the library with one beat of his wings impressed you even more.

“I’m back.” He appears out of nowhere to stand next to you. “Which room do you want to decorate first?”

“Hmm…” You glance at Castiel. “You not only cleaned the library but the rest of the bunker too. How about you decide what you want to decorate first?”

He looks at the decoration. “Can we decorate my room first? I’d love to have one of those snowmen in my room. Maybe one of the pillows too.”

You wrap your arms around Castiel to hug him tightly. He’s taken aback but the sudden gestures.

“I’m sorry. I know this is the first time you cannot celebrate Christmas with your brothers and sisters in heaven. I promise to make this the best Christmas for you too.”

Castiel wraps his arms around you too, holding you tightly. He’s not brave enough to tell you that having your full attention and support is enough for him…

Tags in reblog.

[yourmom1232]

My Master List!!

Characters I write for!

Supernatural:

Multi character:

Supernatural boys reacting to you getting hurt

Supernatural boys reacting to you getting sick

Castiel:

Castiel finding you crying over gender dysphoria

Castiel as your college roommate

Lucifer:

Spn Lucifer nightmare comfort

Star Wars:

Luke Skywalker x male reader headcannons

Doctor who:

10th Doctor x gn! reader

[supernaturalfreewill]

reader pronouns: unspecified “I don’t know how I can ever repay you all for what you’ve done for me. If there is anything I can ever do—a home-cooked meal, a place to crash—just let me know,” you said, looking between Sam, Dean, and Cas each in turn. “Thank you.”

Dean nodded. “No thanks required. It’s what we do.”

Sam gave you a kind half-smile. “Call us if anything happens again, okay? We’re just a phone call away.”

You nodded and fiddled with your keys, the door to the bunker was standing open. “I will. Well—guess I should hit the road. Hope I see you around.” With a final goodbye, you turned and stepped out into the fading evening light. You were at your car when Cas was suddenly there beside you. You looked up and met his shockingly blue eyes. Their cobalt blaze stunned you for a moment. “Cas? What—I forgot something?” you laughed.

He shook his head. “No. But—you don’t have to go back. I know you will, but you don’t have to. There’s a place for you here with—” Me. He’d almost said ‘me.’ “—with us. Even if you go, there will always be a place for you here.”

You felt a tight lump form in your throat and he watched your expression grow soft. You were a little teary-eyed. You grabbed him into a tight hug, throwing your arms around his neck. He hesitated just a moment, surprised, then closed his arms about you, hands gentle on your back. “Thank you,” you murmured. “But—as shitty as they can be sometimes—they’re my family. I have to go.”

You pulled back and Cas felt a weighty sinking in his midsection as you slipped away. “I understand,” he said, but his heart was aching. “Please—whether you need something from us or not—please call.”

You smiled at him warmly. “I will.”

As the angel watched you drive away, he felt the distance sharply, but another part of him insisted that this wasn’t over... he wouldn’t let it be.

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Updates to my Masterlist. I’ve added new stories. Ao3 gets updated more frequently, so check it out! 😊

This is an 18+ NSFW blog. Minors, Do Not Interact!

Supernatural Masterlist

🏳️‍🌈Blood in Heaven and Hell Dean x OFC x Sam. No Wincest. Poly/ENM. Warnings per chapter! Fluff. Crack. Smut. NSFW/18+. Show level violence and more. On Hiatus.

🏳️‍🌈OFC Inserts (Set AFTER BIHH) Dean X OFC X Sam. Dean x Cas. Sam x OFC. Dean x OFC. No wincest. Poly/ENM. Fluff. Smut. Crack. Warnings per fanfic!

Worldbuilding series. Background information on stories that either are or could be published on ao3 and tumblr.

🏳️‍🌈Romancing the Hunter (ao3) Poly triad/ENM. Destiel x AFAB enby psychic witch hunter Reader. Set after S15E19.

Domestic Destiel series (ao3 link)

Domestic Destiel #1 Fluff. Crack. Smut! NSFW. 18+.

Coffee No pairing.Dean, Reader. Crack.

Kiss Destiel. Fluff. Implied smut.

*Vampires in New York Dean x Reader. Fluff. Show level violence. Rated T.

*Checkers Jody Mills, Claire Novak x Kaia Nieves. Fluff. Crack.

*Magic dust Dean x Reader. Fluff. Smut. NSFW/18+.

*Of mice and men No pairing. Dean, Sam, Castiel. Angst. A bit of Crack. Fluff. Rated Gen.

*Glomping Destiel. Crack. Implied smut. Rated M.

🏳️‍🌈Imagine waking up in the middle of the night (Dean x GN!Reader) Fluff. Rated Gen.

*Ruin (Dean x F!Reader) Fluff.

Pie (No pairing. Gif Story) Crack.

Smile (Sam x Reader) Fluff. Rated T.

*Sam x fem!reader with high pain tolerance Rated T. (Ask/Request) Fluff/Slight Angst. TW: Unknown Injury due to high pain tolerance.

🏳️‍🌈The Throuple. (destiel x reader) Implied smut. Established relationship. D/S undertones. Rated M.

Alternate Scene Ending for 11x03 The Bad Seed Destiel. First kiss. Canon divergence. rated M.

*AU. Sam x Female Reader. Angst and Fluff and Smut. Happy Ending. NSFW/18+. Rated E.

Rated E. Destiel. Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean. Mating. Smut. 18+.

Happy Valentines’ Day (2024). Destiel. Celebrating 3rd wedding anniversary. Led Zepplin. Ao3 link Rated Gen.

Prompt: You accidentally cross a witch, and she curses you, saying “You can only speak lies”. Unfortunately, this makes it so you can only say the word “lies”, and the witch admits she’s an apprentice that screwed up the spell. Now you’ve teamed up with her to figure out how to undo it. By @writing-prompt-s Rated G. Destiel.

Fledgling Castiel tries to fly with Archangel Gabriel. Balthazar sasses the whole time. Rated Gen.

🏳️‍🌈Rated M for partial nudity, implied smut, and dialogue. Destiel/Reader. They /them pronouns for Gender Neutral Reader. Polyamory. A/B/O. Alpha Castiel/Alpha Dean Winchester/Omega Reader.

(* = ask/request; 🏳️‍🌈gender neutral reader)

@deancaskiss ���s August 2022 mini drabble event

Day 1: Summer (Fluff, Crack)

Day 2: Beach (Crack, Angst)

Day 3: Strangers (Fluff)

Day 4: Memories (Angst, BIHH OFC insert)

Day 5: Kiss (Fluff; Cas x Dean)

Day 7: Thunderstorm (Fluff; Sam x Reader)

Day 9: Magic (Castiel and OFC!Alex; Crack, BIHH OFC Insert)

Day 10: Fire (MOC!Dean, Sam, Castiel, and Witch!Reader; Angst, Crack)

September Gif Story

Any Fandom Mixed Bingo Card

JAcklesverse Bingo Card

Kinktober 2023 (On Hiatus)

Dean is an ex-smoker (2)

Dean is an ex-smoker (1)

Chuck/God’s Blorbos

Only one Castiel CAN fall for Dean (response)

Cas learns human psychology

Dean babysits a five y/o

What if the author lived in Supernatural // Part 2

Dean has multiple pet names for Cas while Cas has two (Not mine)

Dean is neurodivergent (Not mine)

Personal view on Sam and Dean (response)

graphics: @firefly-graphics and Warner Bros Discovery/The CW

[thatonewriter15]

Melody

Relationship: Castiel/Gender-Neutral Reader; Castiel/Original Character

Rating: General

Word Count: 420

Additional Tags: Christmas, Fluff

Summary: A Christmassy moment with your dear angel.

[munsonshire]

Sleepless nights with Cas

Pairing: Castiel x reader (gender neutral) To be honest I consider Cas Gender Neutral for all that that they are an angel and technically angels have no gender, you know. But for this, as Cas is in Jimmy's body imma use he/him pronouns. Warnings: none Masterlist

Although Castiel doesn’t require sleep, he is still very sympathetic when you suffer from a bout of insomnia.During one of your many -emphasis on many- sleepless nights, Cas flutters to your side, and instantaneously kicks off his shoes before laying his warm trench coat over your shoulders.

Knowing that you are soothed by his minty scent, the angel climbs beside you in bed, and pulls you to snuggle into his firm chest.

He comforts you, speaking calmly in enochian, before protectively cocooning his feathered, onyx wings around your body.

You vocalize your wishes to repay the favor, knowing full well that you may never get the opportunity; however, Cas just chuckles, leaning down to nuzzle his nose into your hair.

“I am your guardian angel, pure and bright. I will protect you as you sleep tonight.” he would begin, reciting a poem that he had memorized specifically for these frequent occasions. “I love you, [Y/N]. Sleep well.”

[strangeshoepatrolbandit]

Running from life

Dean Winchester x Winchester!Reader

Summary: Fighting is the only thing you and your father do now. You're tired of it. Gender Neutral

Warnings: Angst, Arguments, alcohol, Dean lowkey acting like J*hn, mentions of J*hn Winchester, lots of cussing, Running away, Dean being a bad father.

~☆~

It had been three days since the boys had seen you.

Three days since you angrily stormed out of the bunker.

Three days since you got in a fight with Dean.

Three days since you told him that you hate him.

Three agonizing days that Dean has had to live. He could argue that these past few days were worse than when he was in hell.

Sam had told him to wait for you to come back, that eventually you would. He proceeded to argue with his younger brother until Dean himself stormed off to drink himself silly.

He had begged Castiel to try and find you with his 'angel magic', but Cas had only told him that you were warded against him.

By the second day, Dean had already contacted Jody and asked if her or the girls had seen you. When the woman said no, he asked if he could tell people to keep an eye out. Jody obviously said,'Of course'.

By the third day, Dean was almost ready to summon Crowley and Rowena. But his worries were put on hold when you burst through the doors of the bunker, startling both men who lived there with you.

Dean had been at a war with himself for the past few days, angered, sad, scared, annoyed. Sam and Castiel had been the witnesses to his conflicting outbursts.

On one hand, he was still angry from your fight and annoyed that you would leave the bunker, the only place that you are safe at. Annoyed at how you purposefully warded yourself. Yes, the wardings keep you safe, but that also means that all possible ways oh him knowing where you are at are gone.

On the other hand, he was upset and scared. He loved you more than anything, his little baby. He once helped you do your hair and get dressed. You used to laugh with him in Bobby's kitchen, and now your relationship is just a thin string.

The sight of you brung him peace and content, but soon twisted into the one emotion he knows far too well, Anger.

"Where the hell have you been!" He seethed, his familiar gruff voice bouncing off the walls of the bunker.

"Out." You muttered to yourself, avoiding eye contact.

"Out?" Dean looked at Sam with a mocking expression. Sam's face portrayed shock. He knew exactly how this was going to end.

"Yes, out." You spoke again, getting annoyed by your fathers attitude.

"Mhm." Dean quickly let out, "And where exactly is 'out'?" Dean asked you, eyebrows raised in fake interest.

"Oh, you know.." You mused, "None of your business."

A thick silence filled the air, Sam quickly got up to try and escape the room, but Dean motioned for him to sit back down.

"Excuse me? You have been gone for three God damned days, I think it is my business." He yelled back at you, pissed beyond belief. You couldn't help but feel dread go through your body.

Is this how Sam and Dean felt around John? You know that your father is far from John Winchester, but lately you could see his father behind his eyes. Funny, how you don't remember the man but know exactly that your father is falling into his footsteps. Sometimes you look at Sam and feel jealousy, you know it's wrong, Dean was just a kid having to protect his brother against his will. Still, why wasnt he like an actual father with you?

"But you can disappear?" You asked him, genuine emotion showing in your brittle voice. Both Dean and Sam stare at you with wide eyes. From the corner of your eye, you can see Sam's face contort with sympathy. He knows this conversation all too well.

"It's my job, and you are still a child." Your father quickly defended himself. Your eyes finally looked in his own, and the anger on his face filled you with familiarity. You let out an ebrupt laugh at his words, "I know, it's our fate." You told him.

"I have fought demons and angels. I can take care of myself without you." You yelled.

"Yeah well, what if there's too many, what are you gonna do then?" He yelled back, "You'll wish you listed to me, that's what!"

You let put a frustrated groan, "Is this all were ever gonna do now!?" You ask.

Dean quieted down as he wandered what you were talking about. "Is what all were gonna do?" He questioned.

"Fight!" You stated with a loud voice, "Jesus christ Dad, this is all we do. I am so tired of it!"

"Yeah, well, if you stopped acting like your mother, then maybe we wouldn't be fighting!" He snapped at you, the same angry expression that he always had still evident on his face. He wasn't sorry. You stared at him with wide eyes, taking notice of how he wouldn't apologize for what he just blurted out.

"Fuck you, Dean Winchester." You whispered, "You are a controlling, angry, shitty excuse of a father." Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes as you told him that, his own expression softened from shock before turning into a look of offense.

"Dont you dar-" He started, before you darted out of the room, shoulder roughly slamming into his own.

Dean stared at nothing, thinking about what had just happened. Sam, who was still in the room, watched with his mouth hung agape. Just as he was about to speak, Dean took a deep swallow and calmly walked into the kitchen. From where Sam sat, he could hear Dean reach into the fridge and grab one of the many glass bottles of beer, a sizzling sound of air not long after.

×

Sam was going to give you and Dean space. You had run off to your room and Dean was on his third beer now. However their was an un-easy feeling growing as a pit in his stomach, so he decided to go talk with you. He knows how you feel, he's been in your shoes, the running away, the anger, the father. He knows.

His knuckles lightly knocked on your door, hoping that you would open up for him

"Y/N, I just wanted to see if your okay." He stated, trying to listen for any sign of you.

"Y/N?" He asked, growing concerned at your silence. His hand went up to jiggle the door handle, only to find out it was unlocked. Sam took a deep breath as he slowly opened the door. A completely bare room was what he had stumbled into, almost like no one even used that room. You were gone.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, alerting his brother.

The older Winchester quickly ran to where his brother was yelling from, only to find Sam staring at an empty room. Dean gazed at your room, knowing that this was probably your final escape from him. Behind him, Sam was running his hands over his face, "I'll call Jody." Sam spoke.

"Don't, we won't find them."

~☆~

Inspired by:

I do not know who this is by or the context, but this entire fic came from this.^

[noahsslut]

Not even a Cas type of person, but this, this has me in a chokehold

Human (Mini-Series Masterlist)

Summary: After the fall of the angels, Castiel had been thrown into the life of a human, due to his lack of grace, and lost somewhere unknown. There was only one clue you had to his whereabouts, and after fighting with yourself, you decided that you needed to find him. Especially before Castiel’s vengeful brothers and sisters did.

Pairing: Castiel x gn!reader

Status: Complete

Content/Warnings: mild angst, fluff, descriptions of injuries, some swearing. 

Part I

Part II

Part III

[delulu4dean]

“Five Gum…”

Warnings: idk, cringe outdated pop culture references. Gender neutral terms(just wanting you so you don’t get like confused <3 )

Pairings: Cas X autistic!reader(platonic), Dean x child!reader

Summary: Castiel is hanging out with Dean’s autistic child, and they have a lot in common.

Word Count: 1,278

Your dad, Dean Winchester, is out on a hunting trip with your Uncle Sammy. He left you alone with Castiel. You don’t know what Castiel is to your dad, they say they’re best friends, but the way they look at each other says more.

You didn’t mind being at the bunker with Cas though. Out of everyone, you got along with him the most. You had some sort of mutual understanding that Sam and Dean don’t get. You assumed it’s because Castiel didn’t know much about human interaction, social cues, pop culture references, and you were well, autistic. Your dad has made the joke that you and Castiel tilt your head the same way when you’re confused, and both don’t understand his sarcasm, and how even though your Dean’s kid, you’re a mini-Cas.

“So what are we doing today?” Castiel asks you.

“I know my dad is protective, but you really don’t need to babysit me, I’m 18. I am an adult,” you explain to Castiel.

“That’s not why he leaves me with you, he just doesn’t want you to get lonely.”

You nod, understanding. Today you’re probably going to do what you and Cas always do, exist next to each other while doing your own things. He’ll be reading something, you’ll be drawing something, and occasionally you two will look at each other, and ask how it’s going. It’s always worked that way.

And that is what you do today. You both go to the library together, Castiel picks out a book, you pull out your sketchbook, and you start doing what you learned is called “parallel play.” At least that’s what it’s called in kids, but you figured the term can be applied here too. You start sketching away as Castiel looks at you, narrowing his eyes.

“You wear that jacket all the time, why?” he asks.

“It brings me comfort. You wear that trench coat all the time, even indoors when you don’t need to. Why is that?” you throw the question right back at him.

“I suppose it also brings me some sense of comfort,” he concludes.

You nod, satisfied with his answer, and go back to sketching, as he goes back to his book. The only sounds filling the room are Castiel’s occasional page flipping, and your constant scribbling. This goes on for half an hour, only to be interrupted by your stomach erupting in hunger. Castiel does not say a word, as he gets up and goes to the bunker’s kitchen, and comes back with a prepackaged peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Oh thanks. When did we get these?” you raise an eyebrow.

“I got them the last time I went grocery shopping with your dad. He said you were having trouble eating because the foods we’ve been getting weren’t the right texture, and I remember when I was human I loved peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, you can never go wrong with them. But I know you sometimes just want ready made food, and when I saw these in the freezer section, I told Dean to get them.”

A smile comes across your face as you open the packaging and take a bite. These prepackaged peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were one of your safe foods, your other one being boxed mac and cheese. You bounce happily as you eat, something you do whenever you’re eating food you really like. And if it’s super good, you’ll kick your feet a little too.

You lick your fingers after you finish your sandwich, and sign “thank you” in ASL, something you do when you don’t feel like talking much. It’s a thing you do with everyone, you’ve taught them basic signs like “yes” or “no” or “please” or “thank you” or “food” or “water” to communicate when you don’t feel like talking.

“No problem,” Cas responds, smiling at you.

You nod and get back to your little activity while Castiel gets back to his. The silence is nice, you get to focus on you sketch, which is a picture of Castiel sitting down in his chair, reading. You occasionally glance up at him, getting the details you need, but you’re not going for realism. You have your own cartoonish art style and you’re drawing Castiel in it. Once you finish, you show him, and a big smile appears on his face as he puts down his book.

“You drew that? That’s me,” he says, and you nod. “I love it.”

You smile and start putting your art supplies away, as he goes back to reading. You clean up your space and put everything back in your room, before returning to Cas. You look over his shoulder at the book he’s reading, trying to not disturb him. He flips through the pages as he reads. But the page flipping and the silence get too much.

“Dicks out for Harambe,” you blurt out, not thinking.

Castiel once again sets his book down, this time not intending to pick it back up, as he looks up at you concerned. You didn’t think before speaking, but being on the internet you hear this phrase a lot. So you said it, and now Castiel is concerned.

“Who is Harambe and why are we exposing ourselves for him,” Castiel asks.

You think for a moment, wanting to answer him, but there’s no way to answer him without sounding stupid and insane. You take a deep breath, giggling a little at the thought of explaining “dicks out for Harambe” to Castiel.

“It’s an internet thing. This gorilla, Harambe, was killed, so we uh, expose ourselves, as you put it, to pay respects to him,” you attempt at an answer but Castiel furrows his eyebrows, getting even more confused.

“How is that paying respect?”

“Well it isn’t… it’s a joke…”

“I thought jokes were supposed to be funny,” he bluntly says.

“It is… to younger people I guess,” you shrug.

“And you said it because…?”

“I said it to fill the silence.”

Cas takes a moment to think, nodding, taking in what you just explained. He then takes his phone out and types away and you look at him, waiting for him to say or do something. He pats the seat next to him and you sit and look at his phone. It’s one of those fruit sensory videos on TikTok that you got Castiel into. Not the baby videos(well they are the baby videos) but the ones to popular music. You and Castiel watched as blueberries and strawberries bounce around the screen to Lincoln Park’s “Numb.”

“Why are we watching this?” you finally ask.

“You seemed like you needed something stimulating to watch or listen to,” Cas answers you.

“That reminds me,” you say, running to your room to grab something quick.

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Sam and Dean walk into the bunker, and as soon as they see everything, they just look around, confused. The ground is covered in bubble wrap, and the map table is full of Pop-it fidgets. You look up at your uncle and dad, as you and Cas run around barefoot on the bubble wrap, playing with the fidgets.

“What are you doing?” Dean asks.

You look up at him, with an innocent smile on your face.

“Five gum!” you yell at him, throwing a pop-it fidget at him, and he catches it. “Stimulate your senses!”

“I think they are making a joke, because this is a way to stimulate our feeling sense, which is something people on the spectrum often do,” Castiel explains to Dean.

“Yeah, I know what they meant, Cas,” Dean chuckles. “You two have fun while we were gone?”

You and Cas both nod.

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A/N sorry if this is silly, I’m autistic and Kin cas so I thought it would be fun to do Cas and Dean’s autistic kid. But autism is a spectrum! While this may be how autism is for me, it doesn’t represent everyone with autism :)