#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.

[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.

[mggsv]

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

[alexiswritingstuff]

Human. Pt 3.

Masterlist

Status: Complete.

Pairing: Castiel x gn! reader.

Other appearances; Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester 

Summary: After a long day, Castiel and the reader are back in the motel. Once the recently found wound had been fixed up, and healed in more ways than one, the new human is shown that he is truly safe.

Content/Warnings: fluff, descriptions of an injury, crying.

Other parts: one - two - three

A/N: ... I might have gotten carried away so this might just be a bit long... Also, I did read this over, but like any other post, be aware of spelling errors.

I hope you enjoy!

Tag list- @elizabeth-skywalker​ - @aliceblxck​ - @illusionesdecigs​

(Gif source)

The moment that you had got out of the car, Castiel had insisted that the bags and boxes needed to be carried were divided evenly between the both of you. And that meant that when the door of the motel room was offically closed, a chorus of sighs exhaled through the quiet air.

The piles of the new items were now sprawled across the surface when they were placed on the table, and even on top of the drawer set, once there was no more space.

The relief from the lack of weight caused yet another sigh to, immediately, pass through your lips as you made your way through the room.

You ended up by the bed, and turned around at the last second before letting your body just simply collapse. Your back sunk into the mattress while Castiel flicked on a light.

“Okay,” you whispered after staring at the ceiling for a moment, and pushed yourself upright until you were in a sitting position.

Your finger pointed towards the man once he was located, “You,” you announced, and patted the spot beside you on the bed as you looked at him. He complied.

While Castiel did as asked and sat on the mattress, you had moved to the bottom of the bed where that duffle bag was, and began digging through it before pulling out the small first aid kit you had packed...

Just in case.

You put the kit on the bed, and unzipped it to reveal the contents, “All right, Cas,” you began once you had the required equipment, “I need you to...” The sentence you had to say fully processed in your mind upon making eye contact. And you paused, causing him to furrow his eyebrows. “What?”

“Uh,” You cleared your throat, “I-- Do you wanna, maybe, change into a t-shirt... or something? I need you to-- I need to access your wound.”

“I can’t, uh... I can’t reach it because of your long sleeves.”

Castiel looked down at his clothes. “Oh.” He grabbed the hem of his shirt thinking for a second, “Yes, of course. Sorry.” And with that, he began to pull off his jacket, slowly taking an arm out of the wrinkled material.

Though, when he got to the other one, there was a sound that spilt through his lips when the limb moved in a certain way. A sound, that you then realised, he had been making, and tried to hide from you, the entire day.

A wince.

“Oh, Cas,” you whispered under your breath. But the moment of pity was cut short after your eyes focused back on his movements. The red hoodie had been discarded meaning that he was left in the blue dress shirt. 

He reached for the buttons.

Your eyes shifted within an instant, the air catching in your throat while you tried to focus on absolutely anything for a distraction... The only problem with that, however, was that you kind of needed to look at him to do your job. 

So, after taking in a deep breath, to replenish your lungs, and also do a silent prayer, your gaze went back to where it was before.

The shirt was now gone.

As soon as Castiel started to turn his head in your direction, waiting for the next command, you had wanted nothing more than to turn your own away. But you didn’t. You sucked everything up, and simply sat back down in your previous spot.

Finally, your attention settled on the injured arm that now was pretty much bare, surprisingly, apart from a dressing that covered the wound.

It may have been a rag, and it may have been almost completely soaked in blood. But at least he knew what to do.

“Nice job, Cas.” you complimented, and began unwinding the material. Trying to be as gentle as you possibly could, even if this was the least painful part of the process.

And as you did so, there were quite a few times when the tips of your fingers would end up brushing against Castiel’s skin, which in return made his back instinctively straighten. Almost every single time.

“All right,” you breathed once the tattered rag had come loose, and pulled it off, throwing it into a bin that sat in the corner.

The hours of anticipation, anxiousness, and constant waiting was over. The wound that your mind had been practically obsessing over was revealed. And it glared right back at you.

The skin surrounding the laceration, that wasn’t smudged with the fiery substance, was raised. Irritation and inflammation clear across the surface.

The centre of it all was a mix of dried and fresh blood, about a day or so old. Some of it had almost been absorbed into his skin, but the rest had just clung. “Jeez...”

“Well, you’re lucky it didn’t get infected.”

After taking a second to glance at Cas, letting another deep breath filter through your system, your hands officially made contact with the bare skin to test the severity.

You were careful, making sure that your fingertips only grazed over the areas beside the wound, that felt warm to the touch. “So,” you began, not wanting the silence to take back its place, “You really are human, huh?”

He didn’t respond for a moment.

You couldn’t tell if it was because he was just thinking, or because he didn’t like the question. But soon his head nodded, a slight huff of air sifting through his lips, “I guess so.”

“Wow...” you breathed out in disbelief, “I-- I knew what happened, you know, when angels lost their grace, but I didn’t... I never really thought about the effects. The aftermath.”

Castiel hummed in response, “Well... You’re not the only one.”

You leaned back for a moment, rubbing your fingers together, before you reached for the duffle bag again and this time, you pulled out a cloth.

With a mild grunt, you pushed yourself back off of the bed, and made your way towards the bathroom. Stopping at the sink.

You twisted the tap with the red circle, let the water run until it gave off a good amount of heat, soaked the cloth in it, and then turned it off again. The remaining drops splattered into the sink bowl as you wrung out the liquid trapped in the linen.

Castiel’s eyes were already aimed in your direction by the time you walked through the bathroom door again. He watched as you approached with the cloth, and continued as you sat down beside him. “Alright.”

“Take a deep breath for me,” you instructed, and after he did so, his back straightening up once again. The damp linen touched down.

The cleaning process first started around the edges of the wound. It definitely wasn’t the worst part, but every movement had your eyes flickering up to search his face for any trace of pain.

“What even happened anyway?” you questioned once your attention had fully fixated on the injury. “Did you steal something? Play a trick on a person who couldn’t take a joke?”

Castiel scoffed, “No,” His face twitched when the cloth hit a tender spot, “No, no, I... I guess I just trusted the wrong person.”

The comment broke your focus yet again as you looked back up to find his face, however, you found that he had turned his head away.

Now, Cas was just staring into the distance while he fiddled with his hands. An attempt to distract himself from both the stinging sensations and the attention.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Trusting the wrong person ended with you getting attacked with a knife?” you questioned in a way that you hoped was jokey, and flipped over the cloth to use the other side.

Castiel sucked in a breath, sort of stretching his neck to the side when his brain fixated too much on the feelings on his arm. “That is always possible, isn’t it?”

“Isn’t there a saying... ‘Stranger danger’?”

You huffed a laugh, lightly shaking your head at the remark. And then Cas managed a full sigh. “But, uh... It wasn’t just that, it was... vanity.”

Once again, the amusement felt had been sucked right back. And when you went to look at him, this time, he eyes were directed at the floor. A form of reluctance shifting through his demeanour. 

Your brows furrowed again when he continued. “I thought I was more important, more effective than I am-- That I could... fix everything that happened.” He took in a deep breath, letting his eyes flicker about the room before starting to talk again.

“Now all I can do is keep running.”  

Earlier, you had commanded him to give you the details. All of your own worries and concerns had blinded you from his own. But in that moment, as you looked at him, it seemed that your mind hadn’t fully prepared itself to receive it.

The guilt, shame, regrets. All of which purely seeped through his words, and across his features. He looked drained. Again.

After looking at the man for another second, you placed the cloth to the side, beginning to rummage through your duffle bag, that you now brought to your side, to find a towel.

“This’ll probably still hurt.” you informed with a quieter voice, avoiding his eyes when you felt them being aimed in your direction.

It was like you could feel everything that he did.

Obviously, it wasn’t to the same extent. But every time you saw that look on his face, heard the way he spoke, it engrained itself into your mind. Affected you.

“You know,” You cleared your throat, thinking of a way to distract both him and yourself, “Besides the... altercation, and the injury,”

“I hope the human experience hasn’t been that bad.”

“I’m-” Castiel words became a grunt before he could finish his sentence. The towel had touched down on the wound, causing the air, that he had once let out, to suck right back.

“I’m adjusting.” he managed out once, slightly, more used to the patting sensation, “... Though I must admit, it is all still very new.” Cas held onto his hand with his other one, letting his fingers squeeze at his palm in hopes to gain concentration.

“The hunger. Cold. Tiredness.” he recounted, and sucked in another breath the moment the words stopped. “This... This feeling.” His head shook. “Being all alone.”

Your fingers stilled.

The gaze that was once fixated on his wound had raised to his face yet again, and you caught that deep look in his eyes that seemed to remain. No matter how hard you tried to shake it. “You feel alone?”

Castiel blinked for a second as though he had been caught in his mind, and turned to meet your concerned expression.

“Oh, not now,” He insisted, looking into your eyes long enough to prove his sincerity. And then he turned away, staring into the distance with a quiet sigh. “Not exactly, but... The past few days, I have truly felt it.”

There it was. That guilt. An emotion so powerful that it would sink right down to the bottom of your stomach within a heartbeat. And as you looked at Cas, it felt faster than ever.

Loneliness is something that can devour a person before they even notice. It’s a thing that follows you regardless of where you go; it digs deep into your skin, into your soul.

And it’s a feeling that no one deserves to feel.

Especially Castiel.

You left your eyes on him for a few more seconds, an exhalation of air leaving through your nose, before you began searching through the first-aid kit.

“You know,” you finally spoke, and picked up a roll of bandages and a dressing pad, before turning back to your previous position while taking them out of their packaging, “Whenever I had a minute to spare... I would spend it looking for clues on your whereabouts. Try to piece them together.”

“It turned out to be a lot more difficult than I thought, to be honest,” you added on, mildly shaking your head at the memory, “I mean, you just... You would just disappear.”

“I searched through the town’s closest to where you made that phone call, you know?” You glanced at him, trying to see if he remembered, before focusing on the bandage, “I kept asking people if they had seen a man in a... Columbo looking trench coat.”

When there was a good amount of the bandage unravelled, you were quick to begin the final stage of cleaning a wound. “Though, I guess that plan kind of fell through when you got those new clothes, huh?”

You placed the pad on the laceration as lightly as you could, and used your other hand to drape the covering over it.

“It wasn’t my intention to worry you.”  

Your eyebrows furrowed, “You didn’t do anything, Cas. It’s fine.” you pointed out almost lazily, due to being caught up in moving the bandage. Castiel lifted his elbow so that you could circle the strip around his arm.

“I’m sorry.”

However, that focus seemed to shift pretty quickly.

Your movements slowed within seconds. Finally catching onto the tone of his voice, which meant that now, your gaze landed back on his face.

And he was looking right back at you.

You blinked for a moment, “What... What-- Cas, no.” Your head shook as you leaned back a little, still holding onto the bandage so that it didn’t undo your progress, “Listen to me, all right? I-- I’m that one that should be sorry.”

Castiel sort of copied your movement. His brows were now the ones to furrow as he looked at you in pure confusion, “But you didn’t do anything wrong.” he stated like it was the simplest thing ever.

“Cas, the reason you were out here so long, in the first place, was... It was basically because of me.” you insisted as an audible reminder, but the only thing it did was make Castiel shake his head, especially when you continued.

“I mean, I got so absorbed in the stuff with Sam that I-- Cas, I didn’t even realise that you were in danger until we got back to the bunker.” Your eyes were narrowed as you looked back at him, disbelief pulsing through your body at his continuous dismissals.

“Even after your call.” you added on. Another attempt to make him see what you did... But he didn’t.  “Which is understandable.” He shrugged his bare shoulders, the words from his lips flowing with such softness that had you leaning back a little.

“No, man, come on,”

It was almost as if you were irritated at this point. The confusion, doubt, disbelief, seemed to merge together through your blood stream. The answer, as to why it was doing so, however, was a little unclear.

It wasn’t like you wanted him to tell you off, get mad, or shout. He just needed to stop forgiving so easily. So simply.

He had previously talked about trust; how he ends up putting it onto the wrong person. However, when it came to you, he would forget about it. Had this idea in his mind where you could do no wrong.

“I don’t think I need to remind you of what you went through, but-- As a person in my life, as a... friend, there is an obligation, for me, to help when needed.” you started again.

Castiel had shaken his head yet again, “You had more important things--”

“Cas, listen to me.” Your words were sharp. The speed that they cut through their air caused the mans mouth to hang open for a second, his sentence just holding onto his tongue.

You looked back and forth between his eyes, a feeling of guilt pulsing through your chest at the expression on his face.

And then you took in a deep breath, now attempting to avoid his heavy gaze by beginning to weave the other end of the material around the injured limb. “Look,”

“What I’m trying to say is that... I’m sorry that I wasn’t there when this happened-- When this first started.” you confessed through the most sincere voice that you could muster, “I am sorry that I wasn’t there to help you the moment that you needed it, and I am so... so sorry that you had to go through what you did, alone.”

You began at one end of the bandage, pulling at it for further tightness before tucking the material under the previous layers. The same being done on the other side.

Your fingers now pressed against it while you turned to grab the medical tape. You got an end loose and tugged at the strip, beginning to fully secure the dressing.

“Cas, just... You don’t have to apologise for worrying me, all right?” you insisted in an attempt to break the weighted silence, and let out a sigh only moments later, “Especially when it was the thing that made me find you.”

The last bit of tape was stuck to the edge of the dressing. Your fingers lightly pressed along the strips, making sure that it was actually doing its job.

And then your hands pulled away.

“There,” you breathed out, letting your eyes scan across your work for any faults; things you needed to fix. But there was none.

“All done.”

Within the next second, the various items, that had been used throughout the process of cleaning Castiel’s wound, were rounded up into your arms. The single use ones were then thrown into the bin, and next you found yourself in the bathroom.

“You know, the scratches on your cheek seem to be healing just fine on their own,” you began, throwing the damp cloth into the sink before moving to put the towel over the rack on the wall.

“I don’t think I need to put anything on it,” You went back through the door, “But, I’ll make sure to...”

The words you were going to speak had faded the moment you had found Castiel through the dark room. Your body had halted once again; taking time to process what was being seen.

In your position, there was a ray of light that hit his eyes in a certain way. It was completely unintentional, and a thing that you had almost missed, but it allowed you to see the substance that shimmered across his waterline.

Tears.

Your sudden silence caused Cas to realise that you had noticed that particular fact, so he turned his head to the side. Sniffing as he did so.

It was a movement he had always seen other people do since his first time on earth.

When people were sad; upset by something or crying, they would try so hard to hide it. They would call it weak, as if what they were experiencing wasn’t something that humans were supposed to feel.

Though, in this moment, that wasn’t just the reason that he did the same, no. In this instance, it was also because he thought that he didn’t deserve the consolation that would come after. The comfort.

Your feet were moving before your mind, and you found yourself retaking your place, by his side, on the bed. “Cas.”

Your voice was barely above a whisper, the concern flooding through everything that it could. And this time, when your hands moved to touch his warm skin, there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation.

You reached over to the other side of his face. Castiel had wiped away a loose tear by the time your fingertips had made contact with the lower part of his jaw. An attempt to avoid the scratches carved into the flesh of his cheek.

Finally, once you had pulled his head to turn in your direction, your eyes were met with the oceans that begged to spill. Your eyebrows instantly pinched together.

The utter pain was the most evident it had ever been, despite how hard he tried to resist it. And it was a sight that hit you directly in the heart.

Your other hand raised to his opposite cheek, and you just held him there while you mustered up the most sincere look, that you could, across your features, “You aren’t alone, Castiel.”

“Not anymore.”

The words rung through the silent room. Echoed through Castiel’s ears over and over again.

He tried to stifle his reaction to them, even trying to nod his head, that was in your hands, in an attempt to dismiss the pure feeling that surged through his body. But the longer he looked into your eyes, felt the genuineness, the more his lips wobbled. 

And soon, the dam wall had cracked.

A sob had spilled into the quiet air.

Castiel’s body had began to hunch over, leading you to loosen your hands, and his head landed on your shoulder. His arms encasing your waist with a certain quickness; Desperation.

A craving for physical contact.

The movement was so quick that you almost didn’t know what to do at first, but eventually you found your own arms looping over his.

Your hands gently rubbed circles across his bare back, “It’s okay. It’s all right, Cas.” You would repeat after a set amount of seconds had passed, trying to console him in any way that you could.

His body was practically sagging in your hold. He was exhausted, the past few days seeming to weigh on him all at once, and the sobs that wracked through him weren’t exactly helping. He needed to relax.

You sat there for a few minutes. Just clinging onto Cas while you flicked through the countless thoughts in your mind, trying to think of anything that would soothe his burdening mind. Or at least act as a distraction.

What would people do, or use to make themselves feel better, that was right here in this motel room? What was something that would equally use up Castiel’s focus, and bring him enjoyment at the same time?

That was when you remembered a certain electronic packed away in your bag.

“Hey, Cas,” you started quietly, feeling his arms tighten, just slightly, around your waist, “You know, sometimes, when people need to take their mind off of things, they like to watch stuff.”

“How would you feel about doing that, hmm?”

Your hand continued to rub across the skin of his back, that was surprisingly smooth. By now the cries, that previously rocked both his body and your own, had reduced to sharp breaths that would suck through either his nose or his mouth.

For the most part, it seemed like he was beginning to calm down.

“We can sit right here on this bed, eat a bunch of snacks that we’ll probably regret tomorrow, and watch whatever you want-- I mean, there are a lot of cool movies you haven’t seen yet, right?” You lightly shrugged the shoulder that his head lay on to make sure that he was in fact listening.

“I think it would also help with understanding Dean’s references.”

At that, Castiel huffed air through his nose, and slightly ducked down until his forehead was against your collarbone, “That would-- That would be helpful.” he mumbled after a moment.

Your eyebrows raised, “Yeah?” you questioned, wanting to hear that voice of his again. However, this time he only hummed as a response.

“All right then,” Your fingers began to graze up across his bare skin until they landed on the sides of his head. You gently pushed at it, waiting for his face to be seen before your hands took back their place on his jaw.

“Take a deep breath for me.” you insisted when his eyes had focused on your own, and after looking back and forth between them, he did exactly that. Letting his shoulders sink when the air exhaled out of his lips.

The tips of your fingers wiped at the water trails that clung to the rough surface, and you smiled lightly before taking your hands away.

In utter reluctance, you untangled yourself from the man’s body so that you could move to stand up instead. And once on your feet, your journey to the table had begun, a sniffing Castiel watching your every move while he wiped at the stuff under his nose.

“What are you doing?” he asked when the rustling of plastic bags suddenly echoed through the room, but instead of responding, a disgruntled sigh passed through your lips.

Prompting yet another question from the man. “What’s wrong?”

Your head shook lightly as you took a step back from the various items, raising your hands to rest on your hips, “We don’t have the snacks.”

Castiel furrowed his eyebrows. “But... Didn’t we get some earlier?” You waved your hand in his direction. “Yeah, but those are generic, everyday snacks,” you explained, and moved to the chair your jacket was on before grabbing it. “When you are watching a movie, Cas,”

“You need the best kind.”

The sleeves slid across your arms, one after the other, until they had fully fitted to your shoulders. Castiel’s eyes widened, only a little, as he watched.

“What are you doing?” he questioned again, this time with a little more urgency that you were too caught up, with digging through your pockets, to notice, “There’s a shop downstairs,” you responded almost nonchalantly while continuing your search for loose coins.

And by the time about half a handful of change was located, you had made your way to the door, your fingers meeting with the cool metal of the handle, “Okay, I’ll be like ten minutes--”

“Wait.”

Your body had twisted back round almost immediately, looking back where the man previously sat. Though, when your eyes arrived, you found that he was now stood up.

You sort of stared at him for a moment, your hand still on the handle, as you tried to understand the problem; what you had done wrong.

There was this sort of desperation that displayed itself across any feature Castiel had. Something that was only amplified by his hand that looked as if it was attempting to reach out, but he moved it back towards him by the time your eyes found it.

It hit you in an instant.

Castiel, a person that had been cast out by his own brothers and sisters, had been deprived of any comfort for days on end. He had gone through absolute shit, time after time.

Then you suddenly appeared.

You took him in, took care of him, bought stuff for his benefit, consoled him more than anyone has in his entire life...

And here you were, trying to leave.

The man in front of you looked ashamed the longer your eyes analysed him. So, instead of reacting to the accidental outburst, you simply took in a deep breath, letting go of the handle.

“Do you know how to use a shower?”

The random question was so out of place that Castiel, at least for the time being, had forgotten about his heart that beat rapidly in his chest. He tilted his head a smidge, like he usually did, his eyebrows furrowing once again.

“No,” he sniffled, “No, I... never had the chance.” His eyes then narrowed as you moved further away from the door. “Why?”

“Tell you what,” you began instead, “I’ll teach you how to do it.” Your hands raised back to your hips. Castiel’s confusion remained across his face.

“You can go in, do your thing, change into... at least something-- And by the time you’re done. I’ll be right back here.”

His gaze slightly lowered as he contemplated your suggestion. It wasn’t something he had to do much thinking about, due to the fact that he knew you very well and what it meant when you said such a thing.

So, by the time you had parted your lips, saying yet another thing to persuade him in the most unmalicious way. “Like I said, it will take ten minutes-- Fifteen at most.”

He had made up his mind.

His chin slightly lifted as he looked at you, a breath of air filtering through his nostrils while you watched with raised eyebrows; intrigued. And then finally. Castiel nodded his head, almost timidly. “Okay.”

A smile tugged at your lips, but you didn’t want to make him embarrassed. So within the next second, you tilted your head in the direction of the bathroom and began to walk towards it, gesturing the man to follow.

“Come on, then.”

~

Finally, the shop, and hopefully the last, had been complete. This time, only one bag left the store with you as you walked back through the entrance.

The fresh, night air engulfed your body in an instant once outside, urging you to take a chance to properly breathe it into your lungs.

By now, the last remnants of the sun had officially disappeared from the sky. Which meant that a fully rich, dark blue blanket took its place, consuming almost everything that lay beneath it.

You walked round the corner of the building, a bundle of emotions rolling within your stomach, that only got more intense, as the door to your motel room came into view.

At this point, you were stood at the bottom of the staircase. Your feet stilled, your shoulders raising and lowering as you attempted to compose yourself. The hand that held the bag sort of flexed, balling into a fist, which lead the handle to dig into the creases of your fingers.

And then you raised your leg, the grip of your shoe so close to landing on the metal step--

Something in your pocket vibrated. And then again... and again.

With a sigh, you planted the lifted foot back onto level ground, stepping back from the staircase to let someone else go up instead.

Your free hand dug into the pocket of your trousers, and only pulled back out once the device had been located. And when the phone was properly held, one of your fingers pressed the button on the side of it.

The screen lit up, your eyes finding the plethora of messages that littered across your home screen; stuff from both Sam and Dean.

“Uh oh.”

They weren’t exactly frantic, but as you scrolled, it had gone from check up texts to about 3-4 missed calls each. It had been so long since you were last in the bunker.

Before you could continue that train of thought, the phone that had almost faded from your attention abruptly rang through the silence and echoed throughout the complex. “Jesus Christ!”

Dean’s name and the response options pulsated across the screen while you recovered from a near heart attack.

You tapped the green button, lifting the phone to your ear while you moved against the wall beside the stairs. You cleared your throat, “Dean?”

“Y/n, hey! Why the hell haven’t you been answering me?” His voice sounded exactly as you had expected: urgent and full of worry. “I’ve been messaging you for hours, and so has Sam-- You just went ghost mode.”

“Yeah, yeah...” you began in acknowledgement, rubbing at your forehead in embarrassment with the hand that held the bag, “Look, sorry man, I’ve, uh... been a little occupied... Okay-- I genuinely did forget.”

Dean sighed. And although you couldn’t see it, you just knew that he was shaking his head, “Did you find Cas at least?”

“I did... I did, yeah. He’s up in our motel room, but I’m, uh, I’m outside right now,” You looked at the bag, rustling it slightly, “Just picked up some extra stuff.”

“So... you’re staying the night then?”

The reminder of the conversation in the kitchen had you mentally cursing yourself. You leaned further into the wall, “Yes... Yes, I am.”

The line went silent for a hot minute, and you squeezed your eyes shut, now annoyed at yourself for not only losing track of time, but also for not texting the boys, that get very antsy when you don’t.

Surely, you knew this by now.

“How’s uh... How are things with Sam?” you questioned in an attempt to change the subject. And it seemed to work as a clear of a throat pierced through the speakers of your phone, “Uh, it’s working... ish.”

“Definitely, gonna give me whiplash soon, but, uh...” Dean huffed out air in a way that had your eyebrows furrowing, “Look, Y/n, I... Ezekiel confirmed that there are angels trying to find Cas.”

“You’re kidding.” Your hand, with the phone in it, raised so that the back of it could rest against your forehead, that was getting warm to the touch despite the cold air.

“Man, I wish I was, I really do. But there is this group-- This faction, in his words, and... Y/n, it’s growing.” Dean explained slowly, hesitance evident in his voice. Your head sunk backwards until it hit the wall.

“They want Cas found.”

The phone was brought back to your ear, yet another sigh passing through the quiet air, “Do we know who they are? Is it Naomi?”

“No, I asked... Ezekiel said that he has never heard her name.”

“Oh, come on, man.”

Of course, you already knew that this was going to happen; throwing everyone out of heaven wasn’t exactly something that could be moved on from quite easily. I mean, it was Metatron’s doing, as Castiel had merely been tricked.

But they didn’t seem to see it that way.

“How’s he doing.” Dean’s voice rang back through your ears, more lightly; thoughtful.

“Uh... I mean, he’s-- he’s human, that’s for sure.” you confirmed, a breathy laugh following after as your body sunk back further, “I watched him practically stuff an entire sandwich in his mouth today, it was...” Your eyebrows furrowed slightly, “Honestly, it was impressive.”

“Seriously,” Dean snorted, “Man, I wish I got to see that.” he added on, though it had your head shaking within seconds. “No, I promise-- You do not.” And now the two of you had broken into laughs.

There was an image so clear in your mind; Castiel sat in his chair, stuffing that sandwich into his mouth. He had just pulled it away, taking a moment to actually chew, but it revealed this line of peanut butter and jelly that surrounded his mouth. Almost as if it was purposeful.

Despite everything that had happened to him, in that moment, there was contentment. Happiness. And after thinking about how close that feeling was to being taken away, the amusement had died.

“Dean,” you called through the phone, though by the time he answered, you hadn’t a clue as to what you were going to say. “I...”

Your eyes stared straight ahead, zoning into the treeline that was pure darkness, “I’m scared.”

“Y/n.”

“I mean, he’s- Dean, he’s not an angel anymore, you know? He’s still adjusting, and... if we run into them-- If he gets hurt by one of those blades--”

“Y/n, stop it-- Just stop, okay? We are doing the best that we can in our positions, so just...” Dean let out another sigh, his sudden outburst clearing your thoughts for at least a second. “Listen. Ezekiel tuned into angel radio today.”

“That means that they are still looking-- But more importantly, it means that you still have time... Okay?”

All of this felt so stupid.

This entire idea was yours, and truthfully, you didn’t regret it. But the way that you planned it, the way that things played out, meant that you would be doing it all alone; having to protect an angel from his own kind.

You had no clue where to start.

“... Okay.” You had finally responded, though the acceptance wasn’t truly there. Dean’s voice softened the next time he spoke, “Y/n, I assure you that being there tonight, with Cas, is enough for now.”

“We can meet up at some point, but Ezekiel... He says that he’s in danger around Cas, you know, In case the angels find him too-- I’m not really sure what that means, but...” He took in a breath, inhaling back all the air he had lost while speaking. “Either way, you just... We’re gonna to have to wait a bit before--”

“Dean?”

You could recognise that voice anywhere.

“Is that Y/n?”

“Oh, no... No,” Dean spoke slowly, and pulled the device away from his ear. A sort of rustling then crackled through your speakers, which you could only assume was from him covering his own. “It’s uh...” he continued, dragging out the sound while he tried to think of something.

“It’s one of the guys checking in from the-- the case, yeah, uh... Apparently forgot to do it earlier.”

There were shuffling sounds; materials grinding under shoes. And then Sam cleared his throat. “Oh... okay.”

Dean moved the phone back to its original place, his body, probably, turned away from his brother at his point, “Hey, yes, sorry about that-- I’m glad we could help.” he insisted, and you huffed a laugh, though you still felt bad about Sam.

“Well, good night, Dean... I’ll text Sam tomorrow, so don’t worry about lying after this.” Dean simply sniffed, “All right, thank you.” still playing into his lie.

“Talk to you later then,” You readjusted the bag in your grasp, readying yourself as your gaze landed back on the door to your room, “And take care of yourself, please.”

“Yeah... Yeah, you too. Have a-- Have a good night.”

And with that.

You hung up.

~

Somehow, the door closing behind you was one of the most comforting sounds you had heard all week, “Hey,”

“I’m back,” you called, turning on your feet and peering into the bag of goodies as you listed them off, “Got the snacks, some drinks, and some painkillers... Might need them later.”

You looked up as you moved to the table, planning to put the bag amongst all the others, “I hope I didn’t take too...” Though, your movements never panned out.

There, stood on the other side of the bed, was Castiel.

“Long.”

His hands were held behind his back. The expression on his face almost frozen despite the way he seemed to look back and forth between you and the bed. And that’s when you followed his eyeline.

It was your duffle bag. Opened.

Your chin raised slightly, “Were you... What were you doing?” you questioned. Castiel clears his throat, his gaze flickering more intensely. “Nothing.”

“Cas.”

“... Okay, fine.” he huffed out, bringing his arms round his front so that he could hold his hands together, “I was, uh, I was hungry.”

Your eyebrows furrowed almost instantly, just staring at him for about one more second before you slowly pointed to the left with your free hand. At the table covered in various food items.

Castiel lowered his head a little, “I, uh... I wanted another sandwich.”

You were still beyond confused, but the last thing Cas probably needed was to feel like he was being interrogated. So, you dropped it, shaking your head as you placed the new bag with the others.

Your hands grabbed at the front of your jacket, and you lifted it up, unhooking it from around your shoulder. Your movements seemed to slow when your eyes flickered back to Cas.

By the time, the sleeves had been pulled off of your arms, you found yourself almost frozen in place, realising that he in fact took a shower. Which was evident by the damp hair that clung to certain parts of his forehead.

He looked so different.

The stubble that you, almost, could’ve consider as a beard had been shaved away, and it brought back the Cas you had seen from day one. More importantly, though, the man was now in fact wearing a shirt... and new trousers.

He had changed in more ways than one.

“Are you staying in that?” you questioned, hanging your jacket back on the chair it was previously on. Castiel let out a sigh as you looked back at him.

His arms went limp by his sides, his eyes now downcast in what appeared to be shame. “It looks bad, doesn’t it.” he found himself saying through a breath, even though he had never been concerned about his looks before.

“Oh... no.” you mumbled out as your brain processed his movements a little too slowly. Your eyes widened within the next second, “No! No, no, no, Cas, you look.” you paused, a smile even curling at your lips as you scanned over the attire, “You... look great, actually.”

You cleared your throat, “But, uh... Sorry-- What I meant was that, you know... You’re dressed rather formal.” Your fingers scratched at the back of your neck, “We’re only going to be watching a movie.”

Castiel’s eyebrows furrowed, giving his outfit a once over before he met with your eyes again, “I thought this was what people wore for activities like this?”

“I mean, yeah, I guess they do, but that’s usually when people are going on a...” You let your words fade away the moment you realised the end of the sentence, and the confusion deepened on Castiel’s face. “On a what--”

“Listen,” you started up, clearing your throat once again, “I was only asking because I was going to change into my pyjamas.” You shrugged, “I just thought you were gonna do the same.”

“I... I don’t think I have pyjamas.”

Your lips formed into a line, a moment of stupidity about to hit you in the face...

However, your eyebrows suddenly raised. One of your fingers pointed, indicating that you had just thought about something.

Though, instead of giving any sort of ease to Castiel’s ever-growing confusion, you simply made your way towards the bed, and tugged the duffle bag to your side once there.

You had rummaged through the bag for about fifteen seconds before your hands returned, an item held in either one: a shirt and a pair of pyjama bottoms. “This is my old set.”

“I bought a new one today, so you can use these... Unless you want that one?” you inquired, and Castiel sort of looked at you for a moment before he focused on the clothes, taking them into his hands.

“No, that’s...” he began almost absently, and then his eyes met yours once again, a new expression displayed across his features. You could only stare at his as he spoke, “I don’t... I don’t know how to thank you properly, Y/n-- I-- I don’t... I don’t think the words itself would do it justice.”

“This day. Your company, your... kindness is more than I’ve had in a while.” Castiel shook his head lightly, and his brows knitted together as he recalled the past few hours, “I enjoy it very much.”

You blinked for a good few seconds, taking in the genuineness that beamed from the person in front of you... And then you avoided his gaze, a sort of timidness washing through your body.

“It’s just pyjamas,” you practically mumbled, feeling the heat rise across your skin, which lead your nails to scratch at your neck again. Castiel smiled.

“It wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable,” he insisted through a voice that failed to hide its amusement, and your eyes shot back to his instantly, finding the way his lips had quirked up along his word.

Your head shook for a moment, “Yeah, whatever, just-- Okay, you can take the bathroom to get changed, I’ll just...” You let out a sigh, “I will change out here.”

Castiel tilted his head at a thought the passed through his mind, and though his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity, his smile had only widened. “I hadn’t realise just how much you and Dean couldn’t take a compliment--”

“Okay, you can go now-- Just go, get changed!”

~

You were sat on the bed. The only light source in the room was the lamp on the table to your left, and the bright screen of the laptop that shone into your face.

In the minutes that had passed, you had not only changed into your new set of, very comfy, clothes, but also managed to fill multiple decent sized bowls with various different snacks.

Meanwhile, a certain person was still in the bathroom.

“Cas?” you called out, your fingers continuing to type away at the keyboard to locate a decided streaming service. There was a muffled grunt in response.

“You all right in there?”

There was a pause, some slight shuffling, before a sigh murmured through the cracks of the door. “Yes... Yes, I am, just...”

When he couldn’t find the words, the lock under the handle had clicked. And soon, the wood that blocked your view of the man had slowly began to open.

Castiel took a step forward the moment the door had swung as far is it could. His body looked rigid, almost like the way that a plastic doll was, as his arms were practically frozen by his sides.

Your eyes scanned over the new appearance, your attention completely abandoning the laptop in front of you within seconds. You had seen him in different clothes, than the usual trench coat, earlier today, so it shouldn’t have been that strange.

But apparently you still weren’t used to it.

“Well... There you go, man,” you managed out after blinking for a second, and then met his tense gaze, patting the space on the bed beside you to get him to come closer.

Your eyes never left him, even when he complied to your request. “Is it... Is it okay? I mean, it’s probably a strange feeling, right?” you questioned almost nonchalantly as Castiel had got to his side of the bed.

He lowly hummed in response, and finally took a seat on the bed, though it was practically on the edge as his legs hung over the side, “It is... But I must say, it does feel very comfortable.”

“Good,” you insisted with a light smile, moving to the side just a tad when you noticed his current position. “That’s one of the main reasons that people sleep in it.”

Castiel nodded his head slowly. “Well,”

“I understand now.”

The browser on your laptop had now loaded, and the music that droned along the title screen took away your chance at making a comment. As the movie was about to begin.

Within seconds, you shuffled over even more, and placed the laptop between the two of you before angling it down while the various names faded in and out of view across the screen.

By now, Castiel had officially lifted his legs onto the mattress. He was slightly leaned over, his eyes scanning back and forth over the unfamiliar images with the usual gaze he had when watching stuff. Even if it was just showing the people that were featured.

“You know, the boys really like these movies,” you started up, causing his eyes to snap towards yours, as if he had forgotten you were even there. “I think if you made references from this, they would be pretty surprised.”

“We’ll at least have a great conversation starter when we can meet up.”

Castiel’s brows rose, his head nodded once, and then again, while he eyed the screen, making sure that the movie hadn’t actually started yet. “Noted.”

And then he leaned back, settling into the headboard, like you had, as he held his hands together.

“Do you know when we will be seeing them?”

You turned to him slowly while the intro music began to play. The first scene.

There was this hopeful look on his face. One that purely showed how desperate he was to see his friends. You wanted to give him good news, or even just lie, so badly because he deserved good news more than anything.

But there was no way you could lie to a face like that. You shook your head, no matter how bad it was going to make you feel, “No.”

“No, I don’t.”

And there it was. That disappointment.

Castiel had tried to play it off as he looked back to the screen with a nod of his head, even squinting his eyes to give off the look that he was paying attention to whatever was happening on it.

But it could still be seen.

You internally sighed. The commotion from the movie blared through the speakers of the laptop as you turned, grabbing the first bowl of food from the bedside table to your left.

“Here.” you spoke after clearing your throat, and brought the bowl between the two of you, while making sure that none of the popcorn would fall over the edges.

Castiel, who was actually paying attention to the movie by now, turned to the strange looking stuff with the same squinted eyes. Though, when he focused on it longer, they seemed to widen.

“This is one of the things we eat when watching a movie.”

The first two of the trilogy had been finished. You had answered any questions, explained difficult plot points, and even pointed out little Easter eggs along the way, while the amount of snacks began to diminish.

Castiel had propped up the pillow to sit behind both of your backs for better support, and now he sat, truly comfortably, as he zoned into the scenes that played throughout the screen.

It was an incredible thing to witness.

Castiel just looked at things so intently if he didn’t quite understand. He would try to figure out anything and everything that happened, regardless of how minor of an effect it had on the storyline. Which was the same even with the background characters.

He would ask, or just say, the first things that came to his mind while maintaining his focus on the screen, and you always had to stifle a laugh before responding, due to the abruptness.

In truth, you had probably watched him more than you did the movie.

Though, when it had gotten to the third part of the film series. That is when the atmosphere had really changed.

This time, whenever Castiel said anything. Instead of the genuine moments of wonder, his words were slower. He would pause at the start of a sentence, as if he had to find it somewhere in his head before he could actually say it.

“Did you see that? In the background?” you questioned, enthusiastically pointing at a particular thing part of the screen, “That guy was drinking out of a plastic bottle, I mean--- How did the editors not...”

Your head had turned towards Cas, wanting to see if he shared the same amusement or had even seen what you were talking about.

But instead, what you saw in front of you seemed to shift your interest.

Castiel’s body was sort of slumped over, his head slightly bobbing every few seconds, as his brain hadn’t fully decided whether it was going to shut off or not.

“Cas?”

As to not scare the shit out of him, your voice was quieter this time, a mix of amusement, and concern, flurrying through your body in response to the way he sat.

“Hmm?” His eyes snapped open, “Oh, I, uh... It went by too fast.” Castiel murmured, his words coming out in more of a mumble than anything else, as he blinked rapidly, trying to push himself into a sitting position. “I missed it.”

“You know we can stop if you’re tired, right?” you pointed out, and Castiel shook his head within seconds, lazily, waving his hand. “No... No, I-- I want to watch this-- I am watching this.”

Despite his previous attempts at moving his body, Castiel had sunk right back to where he was before, his eyes narrowing as he tried to focus on the screen again. Though, he might have been adjusting to the light.

Your head nodded slowly, even with the amusement that grew on your face. “If you say so.”

And then you copied his movements, your attention going back to the movie, so you could try and figure out what part you had missed due to the interaction.

After a while, on screen, it was showing one of those long shots of landscape. Usually used to introduce a new area, or show the viewer the surroundings; where the character was in their world, while dramatic music hummed through the speakers.

Your lips had parted, a string of words about to bounce off your tongue in awe of the incredible looking scenery... But here was a sudden weight that pressed into your upper arm.

Your head turned instantly, the sentence you were going to say fading into nothing when your eyes laid upon the culprit.

This time, Castiel had slumped to the side. Which, in this case, was yours.

His body was angled sort of awkwardly due to the distance. So, in the next second, you picked up your laptop, shimmied yourself over and then placed it back on your lap before slightly lowering yourself down so that he would be more comfortable.

His cheek was smooshed into your shoulder, which caused his lips to part in an odd looking way, that meant that any time he breathed, the air would huff into the sleeve of your t-shirt with such force that the warmth of it would seep through and against your skin.

But it was also a pretty good indication of the decision his brain had finally made. Because he was out.

To keep it that way, you were trying as hard as you could to be silent. You had paused the movie, which bathed the room in utter silence, and rewound it to the part where he first got tired, before closing the laptop over.

You then leaned over the edge of your side of the bed and placed the device on the floor beneath it as quietly as you could.

However, upon pulling yourself back up, you realised that your movement had caused Castiel’s head to slip off of your shoulder, and his upper body was now hunching over into your lap.

“Shit.” you huffed under your breath, quickly supporting his weight as much as you could while also moving the pillow so that the two of you could actually sleep on it.

And once it was in position, you, gently, tugged his body forward so that he would line up with the cushion, and slowly lowered him back down as he grumbled.

Your head hit the pillow next, which honestly felt like a cloud at this point, with a sigh that blew through your lips. The tiredness from the past day finally caught up to you.

A sudden hum drew you away from closing your eyes, and your head turned, yet again, to find the reason, even though you already knew that it was just Castiel.

And for the first time since you found him, you properly had the chance to look at him, up close, without him just staring right back.

During the day, Castiel’s features were always sort of stuck; formed by tension that resided in the muscles. However, when he slept, they would be released. All of the guilt, shame, and betrayal that sunk deep into his skin would finally dissolve, even if it was just for a few hours.

The tiredness was swarming you by now, meaning that even though you wanted to smile, your face wouldn’t move. And so, using up the last of your energy, you sluggishly lifted your arm from underneath the duvet and reached for the light switch.

It echoed through the room. Your surroundings now encompassed in utter darkness, that was the same whenever your eyes closed.

Even then, there was something in you that wanted to fight the sleep that begged to take over your body. Your mind anxious over the fact that you wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on Castiel during the night.

But step by step, you began to allow yourself.

Because you know what? You found him.

Castiel had been located, and at least for the time being, he was safe. He was alive, and that meant that your mission had been completed. “Goodnight, Cas.”

And thus, your mind had stopped talking. You floated into the deepest, and what would be the longest, sleep you had had in weeks.

All because Castiel was right there, by your side, doing it with you.

Your human.

[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.

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Reader is female, psychic (see souls, auras and true forms, and can create a headache from hell if you try anything), witch, bar owner and bartender at (insert bar name I haven’t come up with yet) who basically has become a supernatural neutral ground somehow, and in her 40s with no kids.

Sounds good? Too much? I mean she’s gotta be able to see souls, and while Dean’s radiant af, Sam’s is the most beautiful, strongest and resilient soul she has ever seen.

People who see souls shouldve treated sam like an eldrich monster in s6. Like his soul has been ripped apart and is a mess. People who can see souls/angels/demons/witches should recoil when they meet him. Even demons should wince at the sight of him. It would add a whole new dimension to sam and the other characters like what if rowena could see sams messed up soul but instead of recoiling it interested her and she wanted to understand how this little human boy is tortured in such a way that he should be a demon but isnt. I just think it would be a nice touch.

[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.

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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.^

[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 :)