#castiel y candy

[seirei-bh]

Jason Mendal headcanons

I wrote these headcanons for fun, however, keep in mind that there is only a few episodes of MCL NG out by now, so I may be wrong about some ideas due to later revelations. (I've also added some NSFW headcanons under the cut!)

-He loves luxury restaurants, especially Italian food, and everything expensive and exotic that is the specialty of five-star chefs.

-He has a limousine and a driver, but he only uses them on special occasions, since he prefers to drive his own car.

-If he were an animal he'd identify with a panther, a wolf or a shark

-He likes to listen to jazz.

-He made an anonymous Twitter account that he uses to insult Devemenentiel members (later Thomas found it and hacked it to permanently ban it, lol)

-He usually wears cologne, his favorites are “Sauvage” by Dior, and “Eros” by Versace (obviously very expensive and brand name)

-He doesn't feel close to his family. Most of them are unbearable to him, with a few exceptions.

-He tends to think that stable romantic relationships are a waste of time. Most of his romantic relationships in the past didn't last very long, almost all of his former lovers complained that "he was married with his job" or that "he was a self-centered asshole". He never had enough time for them and he got bored of them because they were not intelligent or interesting enough to him (something that changes with newsucrette/Ysaline)

-He likes women with self-confidence, who know what they want and are capable of challenging him.

-His poliosis was a consecuence of his Waardenburg syndrome. That syndrome also causes on him to suffers from partial deafness and has vision problems. However, he hides all this by using a very discreet hearing aid and contact lenses. Almost no one knows this except a few people very close to him, Jason hides these problems from the people at his company and any competitors to avoid look weak.

-He's afraid of one day becoming completely deaf, so he learned to read lips and sign language.

-He doesn't want to have children, partly because he doesn't have time to raise them, but mostly because he fears they could inherit the physical problems he has, like a partial or complete deafness.

-Since he was little he was always very good at maths.

-Jason pretends he was always popular, but he was quite nerdy at school, something that he decided to change later in high school and college, he went from being the nerd boy who other made fun of to being the popular boy who insulted and bullied the others.

-During his childhood and teenage years he used to dye his hair so that other children would not mess with him, but as an adult he learned to leave his natural white streaks with self-confidence and to see them as an attractive and unique feature.

-He likes the beach, the pool and going on a yacht. He hates mountains and nature.

-He likes to go to the theater and museums. He knows a lot about the life and work of artists, but he doesn't know as much about art itself, although he pretends he does.

-He has the philosophy of “the end justifies the means” and also that money does give happiness, or at least it can help buy it.

-As a child he learned to play the piano, but as an adult he has thrown away most of his former hobbies from his little free time, because he no longer has time for any of that.

-He got that tattoo on his arm because he lost a big bet once, but since Jason never talks about his defeats, when someone asks him, he says that he got that tattoo just because he wanted to and without any reason or meaning beyond the aesthetic.

-Devon was one of the few true pals Jason really respected and appreciated in the past, before “something” happened between them and they became enemies. Each of them has a different version about what really happened in mind, so that hostility due to differences in povs became increasingly stronger as the years went by. (Probably in this case it is Jason who is not right, but he is too proud to admit that he was wrong.)

-He felt attracted to newsucrette/Ysaline from the first moment he saw her. At first it was just desire and he wanted to manipulate her, but over time that feeling grew stronger and turned into love. Something that he also tried to ignore and deceive himself, denying it until he realized about the truth. He knew that maybe she would hate him, that maybe he would hurt her, that everything could end very badly, but still he couldn't resist to try it.

NSFW headcanons

-He loves bondage, specially tying your hands with his tie.

-He enjoys giving you orders in bed and see you obeying them, but also he enjoys secretly even more when you're a "bad girl" and refuse to do what he orders.

-Praise kink (both give and receive)

-He absolutely adores when you claw your nails on his back, so he has more excuses to call you “kitten.”

-Also when you grab him by his tie to drag him to the bedroom and passionately tear off his clothes.

-His favorite place is in his house, although it can be in bed, against the wall or on a table.

-Too excited by the idea of f*king you in Goldreamz's office, on his desk table sometime.

-He almost always prefers to be the dominant one, but also loves when you fight for dominance and you get to be the queen in his bed who is able to doms him.

-He loves to tempt you beforehand, whispering sexy and dirty things in your ear, kissing you on the neck and caressing you softly and subtly, until you can't take yourself anymore.

-Hard. Savage. Passionate. Sometimes very fast for all the sexual tension you two can't handle, sometimes unbearably slow on purpose because he wants to hear you beg for more and praise him how good he is and how much you want him.

-You two always end on a bed after an argument. He's turned on by how beautiful you look when you're angry and how you fight back fierly. Sometimes he makes you angry on purpose because how much he enjoys the moment and what comes later.

-He loves when you tell him that you hate him. That turns him on too even more.

-Skilled with his fingers and proud of it *wink*

-Proud of his own body. Yeah, his size too.

-He loves to kiss your neck, caress your legs and grab your thighs and butt.

-He loves looking at you. His gaze is especially intense and challenging when you're riding him, and he likes to hear you gasp as he watches your beautiful face and body.

-Sometimes is a competition between the two to see who shows better skills in bed and how much you both can last (how many hours and poses). He'll give you his best sexy smirk and won't stop f*king you until you beg him, but you would never beg your enemy... right?

Extra! A few nsfw sweet headcanons too:

-If he notices that you feel too uncomfortable and nervous, he makes humorous comments to break the ice and make you laugh.

-Although he likes BDSM, he will always ask you if you feel comfortable or not with it and will stop if you ask him to do so.

-He's not very used to aftercare, but he knows that you need them, so he tries to give it to you. Plus, he likes it when you rest your head on his torso, close to his heart, and he thinks you look gorgeous while you sleep.

[faralyart]

OT3

Les comparto un datito de mi OT3 de Cas x Yuki x Nath en el que duermen juntos después de un AJAMSÍ, pero Castiel es el que casi siempre vale vERgA porque lo van empujando hasta el borde de la cama o lo dejan sin cobija para taparse SKDFJSKDJ

[maryxherie]

bello

[via-l0ve]

Hey-hey!! I'm so glad I came across your posts on SPN!!

Let's imagine that the reader has severe menstrual pain. I'd like to see the boys take care of her during "those days". If possible, add Gabriel, I love him soooo much.

Period Pains (SPN pref!)🩷

a/n: hi honey!!! i absolutely adore this request. from someone with terrible periods, im sending you hugs and kisses

warnings: periods/menstrual cycle, mention of pain, cramps and things like that!!

Dean:

dean is scared

idk at first he thought you were gonna die

he was so scared when you curled yourself up in a little ball

he learned to just go with whatever you wanted

cuddles? always. stay the fuck away from you? gladly

literally ask him for anything he will be out and grabbing it for you within two minutes.

he’s always stocked with products for you

he also always has heating pads and medicine for you. he’s so worried about your health

he wants to make sure you’re comfortable

he makes you stay in bed and no hunts until the bleeding stops

he gets you presents

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Sam:

sam has a whole bag for you

emergency pads, tampons, extra underwear, medicine

he gets nervous

is ALWAYS right by your side

floods you with compliments and worries

“are you going to be okay?” “yes sam. just like every other month.”

“you’re so pretty, y/n.”

just. ugh. i love him

he will go out and buy you pads or tampons or cups or whatever the fuck you use with no shame

he tries to not make you mad or overwhelm you

he always takes off hunts to be with you

what a cute boy <3

he just wants the best for you

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Castiel:

first of all, cas is horrified that you have to go through this

when you explain in detail why you get cramps, he swears he almost passes out

poor boy is so worried about his love

he tracks it on his phone

just so he can stock up on products for you

he writes you love letters and buys you candy

he also will watch all of your silly little movies with you

you don’t ever have to ask

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Gabe:

Gabe is always tryna make you laugh

he’s very ill prepared and he dosent know what to do

he annoys you accidentally a lot and then gets scared when you yell/cry/other emotions

he buys you flowers for every day of your period

he also learned somewhere that orgasms help lessen the pain of period cramps so..

aaaaaanyways

he watches your movies with you and cooks food you for constantly

he cried with you at bambi

“the mom dies????”

“Y/N WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME WATCH THIS?”

[ninii-winchester]

Slumber party

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Word count: 600 words

Warnings : none just fluff.

A/n: totally unplanned, i couldn’t sleep so this is just from the top of my head.

It was late at night, the motel room was a bit crowded as Sam and Dean sat at the small table placed in the room, Y/n was on one bed while Castiel was on the other. This case was very different from what they’ve encountered before. A series of bizarre deaths that seem to defy the laws of physics, such as a man whose heart literally bursts out of his chest like in a cartoon.

“Alright I’m gonna call it a night.” Dean said closing the journal. “Cas you’re gonna book a room or what?” He asked the angel who was oh so casually looking through Dean’s stuff. It was not unusual that the trio shared a room on hunts, Dean took one bed while Sam shared the other with his girlfriend, Y/n as long as they promised no funny business.

“Nah I’ll stay here.” Cas replied and Y/n snickered at his nonchalance and Dean’s annoyance.

“Yeah right, we’re gonna have a slumber party, braid Sam’s hair.” Dean said sarcastically which made Sam smirk but his smirk faltered as he made eye contact with Y/n, who looked back with a mischievous look on her eyes. “Where are you gonna slee-“

“Oh my god” Y/n interrupted Dean who gave her a questioning look. “That sounds so much fun. Why didn’t I think of it before?” She grinned at the men in the room . “Baby come here.” She called Sam over and gestured to the space between her legs.

Sam gave Dean his typical bitch face to which Dean just shrugged. The younger Winchester walked over to his girlfriend and settled between her legs, facing away from her.

“Hey i need my four hours so get it somewhere else.” Dean commented as Y/n focused on french braiding Sam’s hair. He winched as she pulled particularly harsh unintentionally.

“Cas teleport him somewhere.” Y/n said without removing her eyes from Sam’s hair. Her tongue poking out as she concentrated. Cas stood up from his place to do it but Dean glared at him, and he sat back down on the bed.

“Take it easy on the hair, gorgeous.” Sam said holding his head as she pulled again.

“Yeah I know you love your hair more than me.” She replied as she was done with one side of his head.

“That’s not true. I love you more than anything in this world.” Sam replied and Y/n awed at his declaration of love.

“I didn’t sign up for this.” Dean groaned.

“Don’t groan grandpa we’re almost done.” Y/n said tying the other braid as well. After she was done she made Sam look in the mirror. He smiled at his own reflection as he saw the two french braids.

“It’s lovely, Y/n. Thank you sweetheart.” Sam pecked her lips.

“You’re welcome,, honey. You look so pretty.” Y/n smiled. She then grabbed a pillow from Dean’s bed and threw it at Dean who was slumped at the table. “Pillow fight.”

“Why the fuck did I say slumber party.” Dean groaned to himself, throwing the pillow back. Sam laughed at his brother’s misery, but pulled Y/n into his embrace before the pillow could hit her.

“Humans.” Castiel rolled his eyes sassily before going back to dig into Dean’s things.

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[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

Y/N talking to Charlie and Rowena: "I hate working sometimes I swear my co workers have the IQ of a carrot"

Dean walks into the room with Castiel: "Hey I take offense to that statement"

Castiel looking at Dean: "You tried to make a baby smoke a candy cigarette and talk like the baby from something called Who Framed Roger Rabbit"

Dean looking shocked: "I thought all babies sounded like the one sue me Cas, and besides the parents didn't chase us too far!"

Y/N looking at Charlie and Rowena: "I rest my case"

Rowena: "Oh you poor dear, clearly the carrot would be smarter than those two"

Y/N: "Maybe so but he's slightly hotter than a carrot so I guess he can stay"

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Celestial Stars & Candy Apple Eyes (Castiel) (Dean)

Request: CanI request a Dean x Reader x Castiel (no Destiel) fic? Reader has been hunting with Sam and Dean for a long time (like since the events of early S1) and met Cas when Dean, Bobby and her went to the Barn (S4 E1). She had a Crush on Dean since the beginning and they kissed right before he died (end of S3) but they never talked about that again after he came back. And when she met Cas, she instantly felt a strong connection and also developed a Crush on him. So now she is conflicted, thinking both dont like her like that (Since Cas is an Angel and Dean doesn't talk about the kiss). The Fic could be right around S6, so Dean was with Lisa for a year which made Reader even more convinced that Dean didnt like her. And Cas hadn't contacted her in a while. But Dean, Sam and Reader started hunting again and called Cas a few times. During their interactions, the two boys realize how they feel and get jealous of the other for being close to Reader (or something like calling her petnames). Idk if all of that makes sense but thats the general Idea I had^^" @storytellers-randomshortstorys

A/N: you'd requested this back in April 2024, and I couldn't for the life of me think of what to do with it. SOrry for the lateness!

Summary: You're torn between man & angel, and cannot handle the jealousy anymore.

WC: 995

Warnings: jealousy, reader loves both dean & Castiel, pining

Read on ao3!

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The Impala’s engine hummed a low, steady rhythm as the three of you drove through the dark backroads of Ohio. You were wedged in the backseat, your head resting against the window. Dean was behind the wheel, Sam in the passenger seat flipping through a case file.

The silence wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t entirely comfortable either. You felt it keenly, especially every time you glanced at Dean. Things had been weird since he came back from Hell. Not outright bad, just... unspoken. That kiss before his deal ran out was a moment you couldn’t forget. But he never brought it up after he returned, especially not with Lisa in the picture for a whole year.

And Cas—well, Cas was another layer of confusion entirely. He wasn’t here often, but when he was, you couldn’t help but feel the pull toward him. The two of you had this... connection. Like you understood each other without needing to say much. He wasn’t human, but he made you feel seen in ways no one else did.

“You good back there?” Dean’s voice cut through your thoughts, rough but edged with concern.

“Yeah,” you lied, offering a small smile.

Sam looked back at you over his shoulder. “We should call Cas for this. If that witch really managed to pull off a binding spell like this, we’ll need more firepower.”

Dean grunted in reluctant agreement. “Fine, but he better not be off doing Heaven’s dirty work again.”

You rolled your eyes but stayed quiet. Dean always acted like he didn’t trust Cas, but you knew better. He was just too stubborn to admit he cared about the angel.

Later, at the motel, you all regrouped in the cramped room. Dean called Cas, who appeared with the usual flutter of wings.

“Hello,” Cas said, his gravelly voice sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. His eyes found yours immediately, lingering a beat longer than you expected. “Y/N.”

“Cas,” you replied, unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips.

Dean huffed. “Yeah, yeah, great reunion. You got anything for us, Feathers?”

Cas ignored the jab and got right to work explaining the spell you’d be facing. But as the conversation went on, you noticed something odd. Dean kept glaring at Cas every time the angel spoke directly to you, and Cas—well, he wasn’t much for subtlety. Every time Dean called you sweetheart or kiddo, Cas’s jaw tightened just slightly.

Sam noticed too, of course. He wasn’t oblivious. He shot you a look that said, You seeing this?

You were trying not to.

By the time you were setting up for the hunt that night, the tension was palpable. Dean was unusually snippy, barking orders with more edge than usual. Cas stayed unnervingly silent, only breaking it to answer your questions.

At one point, you felt Dean’s hand on your shoulder as he guided you to a safer position near the abandoned barn. His fingers lingered longer than they should have, and when you looked up at him, his green eyes softened. “Be careful, okay?” he murmured.

Your heart twisted. “I always am.”

From a few feet away, Cas’s eyes bore into the scene. He stepped closer as Dean walked away, his presence like a calm yet electric storm.

“Dean seems... protective of you,” Cas remarked, his voice low.

You shrugged, unsure how to respond. “It’s just Dean being Dean.”

Cas tilted his head, studying you in that way that always made you feel like he was looking straight through to your soul. “I don’t believe that’s all it is. He cares for you. Greatly.”

You froze. “What?”

He stepped closer, his gaze intense but not unkind. “And you care for him. But you also...” His voice faltered, rare for him. “You also care for me.”

Your throat felt dry. “Cas, I—”

Before you could finish, a loud crash from the barn interrupted, followed by Dean shouting for backup. You cursed under your breath and ran toward the noise, Cas right on your heels.

The fight with the witch was chaotic, but you managed to come out mostly unscathed. By the time it was over, the adrenaline had your heart racing.

Dean was pacing, muttering curses under his breath. When he saw you, he rushed over, his hands gripping your arms as he scanned for injuries. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Dean, I’m fine.”

“You sure? Because you scared the hell out of me back there.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but Cas’s voice cut in. “She handled herself well. She always does.”

Dean turned to glare at Cas, his grip on you tightening slightly. “Yeah, I know that, angel. But she’s not bulletproof, is she?”

“And you think I don’t know that?” Cas shot back, stepping closer.

You stepped between them, exasperated. “Guys, seriously? This is not the time.”

They both looked at you, their frustration melting into something softer. Something vulnerable.

Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, Y/N. I—I care about you, okay? More than I should, probably. And I know I’ve been a dick about it, but—”

Cas interrupted, his voice calm but firm. “Dean, stop. She doesn’t need your guilt. She needs to know the truth.”

Dean glared at him, but Cas ignored it, turning his full attention to you. “Y/N, I’ve felt this connection with you since the moment we met. I don’t fully understand it, but I know it’s real. And I know you feel it too.”

Your breath hitched. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening.

“Y/N,” Dean said softly, stepping closer. “I don’t want to screw this up. I care about you. A lot.”

You stared at them, your heart pounding as you tried to process their words.

“I... I need time,” you finally said, your voice trembling. “I care about both of you, but I can’t just... choose like this.”

They both nodded, reluctantly stepping back. The hunt was over, but the battle in your heart had just begun.

[marchiveeee]

HSL episode 12 is so unhinged/chaotic (?) [a long post with many screenshots yayyy]

As you guys might know, we can get up to 6 illustrations on episode 12, so A LOT happens. Some of those things are very laughable, but others are not so much... I'll talk about everything in order of occurrence.

!!!: I'm sorry if "unhinged" or "chaotic" is not the right word for what I'm trying to say. although I'm confident enough in English, it's still not my 1st language. btw, i tried to post this 3 times and something always goes wrong, I'm stressed, so I'll be really happy with an interaction

btw again, if you're brazilian and would like to see this in Portuguese on Twitter or here, please let me know!!!

Mrs. Shermansky being toxic af and the exact opposite of how a good educator should act [in my opinion]

So... I get that she was worried about Candy and Castiel getting lost. But if you really think telling a teenager that the only thing they have ever done is to cause trouble is a good way to advert/encourage them to do the right thing next time is the best approach, please rethink your ways.

2. Mr. Faraize being a sweetheart, he is such a nice teacher

I'm not saying that to be a nice teacher you have to sugarcoat everything all the time and just not scold your students at all. But Mr. Faraize was so nice about it all, he just seemed happy/relieved to know his students were well and safe.

Side [angry] comment about episode 11: Bro, that race was so unorganized!!!! The least the school should have done was provide extra maps in case of accidents like the one that happened with Candy and the LI. Mr. Faraize was wrong too, he shouldn't have let Candy and the LI [in my case, Castiel] proceed after hearing that we had been fkn lost bc we lost the map and we were just wandering until we found the right track. UGH... If that happened irl with my little brother or idk any kid that happens to be in my life, I'd be so furious... ANYWAYS!

3. Born to be a star

He is loving the attention!

4. Violet, as always, being the most precious being in that school. [I'm sorry about the screenshot I used, I forgot to take others]

She's just so sweet and adorable, I want to hug her. YOU'RE NOT DUMB, BABYYYY.

4. Armin's reaction to Alexy's secret admirer

before the declaration:

after the declaration:

Honestly, I was just so happy to see that Armin didn't out his brother when he heard that a girl was interested on him. I didn't remember the details of this scene bc I was probably 12 y/o when i first played it.

5. Candy being paranoid that half of the boys at SA will turn out to be gay/not straight

This girl cracks me up istg... and why the fuck

she was just so worried to ask Castiel bc she thought he would get angry. Girl, we don't do fragile masculinity here.

6. Candy goes completely sidetracked on her CasLys fanfic just to check Lys's tattoo and witnessing one of the biggest bombs of MCL

I didn't get many screenshots from this part, because it's just sad when you know what it's all about in the end... but yeah instead of spying on Lys, Candy ends up seeing Nath's bruised body and is also caught by him.

Someone has probably done this already idrk, but I'm gathering some screenshots of moments that foreshadowed that something was just not right at Nath's and Amber's house... It'll probably take a while for me to post, but I'll try.

7. Nath being for real

He was so right for calling her dumb!!!! I think I was ranting about this on Twitter recently when I replayed the beach episode…

8. Lys’s reaction to the whole story [an icon]

I regret not taking screenshots sooner, but I was just too distracted laughing my ass off! There literally was about 2/3 scenes of just: 

Lys: 🤨[...] Candy: [Doesn’t know what to say/says something stupid] Lys: 🤨[...] Candy: [Doesn’t know what to say/says something stupid

Again, she doesn’t say anything [to get the image you need to go for this choice]

And then he shoes you his tattoo! Bro, he was SO COOL about it! If Candy had just asked nicely… But no, she has to complicate everything omg istg 

I still laughed a lot tho, I think at some point in this episode Cas said that this trait of Candy and her need to know and talk about everything is what makes her fun. I agree with him. She is annoying sometimes but definitely entertaining for the gossipers.

9. May the fanfic continue

Insert some dialogues here: Basically Cas sees Candy near them listening to their conversation and he asks what’s up. Candy approaches them and is like “uhhh…. Are you……….?” Then Castiel says:

For my mind’s sake let’s just imagine that the “offended” was not for ���I’m offended you thought I was gay”, but for “I’m offended that you thought I’m dating Castiel when he’s not on my level of gentlemanliness and when I deserve so much more than this grumpy angsty tomato head” (don’t get me wrong, I love Castiel and I’d die for him, but it’s either that or think of a homophobic Lys, which I don’t think it’s the case for him)

10. Castiel shoots his 29482904 shot with Candy, but she’s stupid

Actually, one thing that I like about this scene is that it leaves open the interpretation of Castiel’s sexuality. Saying that he likes girls doesn’t necessarily mean that he is straight. I love to see that. And disclaimer: if you prefer to think that Cas is, in fact, straight, go ahead. That’s not a problem. He is not a real person and we’re allowed to imagine and speculate things, so this is just a headcanon of mine that he might be bi/pan or just simply not straight.

11. Amber and Kentin kiss

That alone is just unhinged and chaotic. I don’t need to say much. 

BUT I’M SO GLAD HE IS BACK!!! He’s gonna be a little shit for a while, because I think my Candy lost some points with him bc of a wrong choice after he left, but that’s fine! I MISSED HIM!!!

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I hope you had fun with this little throwback!

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Point Of No Return

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

Dean packs away his belongings in a box, including his leather jacket, his keys, his gun, and a letter. It had been a couple of days since Dean broke up with (y/n) and turned his back on this mission. He just had about enough of this crap.

He marks the box for Robert Singer after he tapes it shut. Dean walks up to the dresser in front of mirror and pours himself a drink and raising the glass to his lips. "Sending someone a candy-gram?" Sam asked, causing Dean to pause before he could take a sip.

Dean turn to look at him, shocked. "How'd you find me?" He asked. "You're going to kill yourself, right?" Sam asked, trying not to sound bitter. "Is that why you broke (y/n)'s heart and left her behind?" Sam asked, trying to hold back anger. "I'm not going to kill myself." Dean said. "No? So Michael's not about to make you his Muppet?" Sam asked and Dean shakes his head and took a swig of his drink.

"What the hell, man? This is how it ends? You just...walk out?" Sam asked. "Yeah, I guess." Dean muttered, pouring himself another drink. "How could you do that?" Sam asked. "How could I?" Dean asked, slamming the bottle of alcohol back on the dresser as he stares at his brother sharply. "All you've ever done is run away." He spat at his younger brother.

"And I was wrong. Every single time I did!" Sam exclaimed, Dean stares back. "Just...please. Not now. Bobby is working on something." Sam pleads. "Oh, really? What?" Dean asked, moving back over to the bed but Sam doesn't respond.

"You got nothing and you know it." Dean said, he scoffs and takes a sip of his drink. "You know I have to stop you." Sam muttered. Dean sniffs and sets his glass on the box, not finishing it. "Yeah, well, you can try. Just remember: You're not all hopped up on demon blood this time." He said.

"Yeah, I know. But I brought help." Sam said. Dean turns around to find Castiel standing behind him. Before he could react, Castiel touches his fingers to Dean's forehead, knocking him out. 

After returning to Bobby's house, Sam and Bobby were reading through books. Castiel leans against the doorway the leads into the kitchen, watching Dean pace like hawk. "Yeah, no, this is good. Really. You know, eight months of turned pages and screwed pooches but tonight, tonight's when the magic happens." Dean said, sarcastically. "You ain't helpin'." Bobby said. "Yeah, well, why don't you let me get out of your hair, then?" Dean asked, Bobby look up from his book to stare at him.

Suddenly, Ariel appears and she stomps over to Dean and slaps him. "What the hell happened to you? Why did you hurt (y/n)?" She asked him, angrily, while Sam, Cas and Bobby look on in shock. Dean shakes his head slightly at this then turns to face Ariel. "Reality happened. Nuclear's the only option we have left. Michael can ice the devil, save a boatload of people." Dean replied. "But not all of them. We gotta think of something else." Ariel said.

"Yeah, well, that's easy for you to say. But if Lucifer burns this mother down, and I coulda done something about it, guess what? That's on me!" Dean yelled. "So you are just gonna give up and turn on the people who love you?" Ariel said as she gestures to Bobby, Sam and Cas. "To the woman who loves you with all of her heart?" She asked. "What I did to (y/n) was to protect her!" Dean yells at Ariel. 

“You call that protection? She never asked you to protect her, you made that decision for her. You hurt her in a way that’s unforgivable and unfair to her. You think it was out of love but in reality it was selfish.” Ariel said and Dean looks at her offended. “Selfish?” He repeated, angrily. “You left her behind in tears not because you didn’t want her getting hurt. You left her because you didn’t want to risk the pain of losing her. YOU didn’t want to get hurt!” Ariel exclaimed and Dean glares at her. “You didn’t respect her or believe she was capable enough to fight along side us.” Ariel yelled as she steps closer to him. “You don’t know a damn thing!” Dean shouted. 

“I know that you’re being a selfish coward!” Ariel shouted back, her eyes glowing blue as her shadowy wings appeared, spreading out to make herself appear larger and more threatening. Dean, cautiously, steps back as he stares at the angry archangel right in front of him. Sam and Bobby look at the wings in amazement, while Cas steps froward. “Ariel.” He said, warningly. 

Ariel closes her eyes and calms down, her wings disappearing. When she opens her eyes, they're back to her vessel’s normal blue eyes. “And now you’re giving up. I used to respect that you were so resilient…but I can see now that I was wrong.” Ariel spat at him and Dean glares at her then turns his head away from her.

"Well, Ariel's right. You can't give up, son." Bobby said. Dean scoffs, shaking his head as he looks towards the floor. "You're not my father." He said, raising his head to look at Bobby, who stares back at him heartbroken. "And you ain't in my shoes." Dean said.

Bobby looks down, Sam turns to glare at Dean. When Dean looks over at Sam, Sam shakes his head at him. Bobby pulls out a gun out of his desk and sets it on the table. He takes a bullet out of his pocket and looks at it. "What is that?" Dean asked.

"That's the round that I mean to put through my skull." Bobby replied, setting the bullet down on his desk in front of him. "Every morning, I look at it. I think, Maybe today's the day I flip the lights out. But I don't do it. I never do it. You know why? BECAUSE I PROMISED YOU I WOULDN'T GIVE UP!" Bobby yells, angrily. Dean and Bobby stare at each other, no one saying anything. Then suddenly Castiel and Ariel grasp their heads and hunch over in pain. "Guys, you okay?" Sam asked, worried. "No." Castiel and Ariel replied, gasping.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked. "Something's happening." Ariel groans. "Where?" Dean asked. The two angels disappear and caused a gust of wind to throw papers around the room. 

Later, Sam and Dean went into the kitchen and Sam looks over at his older brother. "You know...when (y/n) called me to tell me what you did. She barely could get her words out. I asked where she was and she was able to get that out and Cas got me to her." Sam said and Dean clenches his jaw at this.

"Sam..." he mutters, exasperated. "No, Dean, quit making excuses! I know you thought what you did was right but Ariel’s right, what you did was selfish!" Sam said. “Not you too.” Dean grumbled, looking up at the ceiling tired. “Did you even know what you did? You took away her choices and pick what you think is best for her. That’s controlling and possessive.” Sam said.

“Oh it is?” Dean asked. “Yes it is! (Y/n) is a person not a piece of property. She has needs and as her boyfriend it’s your job to respect them and try to fulfill them.” Sam said. “What, you’re some relationship expert now, huh? No offense but I don’t really want advice from the guy who’s had every relationship with a woman end poorly.” Dean said and Sam glares back at him when another gust of wind blows papers around and Castiel and Ariel appear with a body.

"Help." Cas said and the two angels lay the body down on the cot right as Sam and Dean ran in from the kitchen. They look at the body and freeze when they saw it was Adam.

Bobby wheels himself over to the cot to look at him. "Who is it?" He asked. "That's our brother." Sam replied. "Wait a minute. Your brother? Adam?" Bobby asked, astounded. "Guys, what the hell?" Dean asked, turning to the angels who place two angel blades on the desk. "Angels." Ariel said.

"Angels? Why?" Sam asked. "I know one thing for sure. We need to hide him now." Castiel said, walking over to Adam and placing his hand to his chest. He brands the Enochian symbols on Adam's ribs to hide him from angels. This also cause Adam to wake up from the pain and sit up startled looking around.

"Where am I?" He asked. "It's okay. Just relax, you're safe." Sam assured him. "Who the hell are you?" Adam asked. "You're going to find this a little...a lot crazy, but we're actually your brothers." Dean said and Adam gives him a look of disbelief. "It's the truth. John Winchester was our father, too. See, I'm Sam..." Sam started to say, but Adam talked over him. "Yeah, and I'm sure that's Dean. I know who you are." Adam said then he looks around, as if he was looking for someone.

"Isn't there supposed to be a girl with you?" He asked and Dean turns his head away, upset. "She's not here right now. But...how do you know who we are?" Sam asked after everyone gave Adam a look of astonishment. "They warned me about you." Adam said. "Who did?" Dean asked. "The angels. Now where the hell is Zachariah?!" Adam asked.

After letting Adam clean himself up, they all sat down to figure out what's going on. "So why don't you just tell us everything? Start from the beginning." Dean said. "Well, I was dead and in Heaven. 'Cept it...it uh, kinda looked like my prom and I was making out with this girl, her name was Kristin McGee..." Adam explained, smiling a little. "Yeah, that sounds like heaven. Did you get to third base?" Dean asked. Sam clears his throat, shooting Dean a look. "Just uh, just keep going." Sam said to Adam.

"Well, these...these angels, they popped out of nowhere, and they tell me that I-I'm chosen." Adam said. "For what?" Sam asked. "To save the world." Adam replied. "How you gonna do that?" Dean asked. "Oh, me and some archangel are going to kill the devil." Adam said, nonchalantly.

"What archangel?" Dean asked, confused. "Michael. I'm his uh, sword or vessel or something, I don't know." Adam said and Dean scoffs. "Well, that's insane." He said. "Not necessarily." Ariel said. "How do you mean?" Dean asked, looking over his shoulder at the angel. "It sounds like they're moving on from you, Dean." Ariel said.

"Well that doesn't make sense." Dean said. "He is John Winchester's bloodline, Sam's brother. It's not perfect, but it's possible." Castiel explained. "Well you gotta be kidding me." Dean grumbled. "Why would they do this?" Sam asked. "They're desperate. They wrongly assumed Dean would be brave enough to withstand them." Ariel said as she gives Dean a hard look.

"Alright, you know what? Blow me, Ariel." Dean growled. Castiel stares back, confused, while Ariel looks at him in, shock horror. "Excuse me?!" She exclaims but Sam speaks up, trying to avoid another fight. "Look, no way. After everything that's happened? All that crap about destiny? Suddenly the angels have a Plan B? Does that smell right to anybody?" Sam asked.

"You know this has been a really moving family reunion, but uh, I got a thing, so..." Adam said, standing up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, no, no, no. Sit down. Just listen, okay? Please." Sam pleaded, stopping him. Adam stares at him and shakes his head then sits back down. "It's unbelievable." He muttered. "Now, Adam...the angels are lying to you. They're full of crap." Sam said. "Yeah, I don't think so." Adam said. 

"Really. Why not?" Sam asked. "Um, 'cause they're angels." Adam replied. "They tell you they were gonna roast half the planet?" Sam asked. "They said the fight might get pretty hairy, but it is the devil, right? So we got to stop him." Adam said.

"Yeah, but there's another way." Sam said. "Great. What is it?" Adam asked. "We're working on the power of love." Dean said and Sam glares at him. "How's that going?" Adam asked. "Mmm. Not good." Dean said, smiling.

"Look, Adam...You don't know me from a hole in the wall, I know. But I'm begging you. Please, just trust me. Give me some time." Sam said. "Give me one good reason." Adam said. Sam thinks for a moment. "Because we're blood." He said and Adam glares at him. "You've got no right to say that to me." He spat, making Sam look at him confused.

"You're still John's boy." Bobby reminded him. "No, John Winchester was some guy who took me to a baseball game once a year. I don't have a dad. So we may be blood, but we are not family. My mom is my family. And if I do my job, I get to see her again. So no offense, but she's the one I give a rat's ass about, not you." Adam explained. "Fair enough. But if you have one good memory of dad, just one, then you'll give us a little more time. Please." Sam pleaded.

That night, Sam enters the kitchen and catches Adam trying to sneak out. "Going somewhere?" Sam asked. Adam stops making a frustrated gesture and turn around to face him. "Out for a...beer." He said, pointing to the door, and Sam claps his hands. "Great. We got beer. Have a seat." Sam said, going to the fridge. "Great." Adam grumbled, walking over to the table and taking a seat.

"You know, you pitched this whole dewy-eyed bromance thing, but the truth is, I'm on lockdown, aren't I?" He asked. "Adam, you may not believe it, but dad was trying to protect you. Keeping you from all of this." Sam said, as he walks over to the table, setting two beers in front of him and Adam then taking a seat next across from Adam.

"Yeah well, I guess the monster that ate me didn't get that memo." Adam said. "You remember that?" Sam asked. "Oh yeah." Adam replied. "Still, trust me. The one thing worse than seeing dad once a year was seeing him all year." Sam said.

"Do you know how full of crap you are?" Adam asked and Sam gives him a stunned look. "What?" He asked. "Really. You see, it was me and it was my mom. That's it. She worked the graveyard shift at the hospital. I cooked my own dinners. I put myself to bed. So you can say whatever you want about our dad, but the truth is, I would have taken anything." Adam explained and Sam nods his head a little. 

"Alright?" Adam asked. "Look, if we had known we had a brother..." Sam started to say. "Well, you didn't, so..." Adam spat. "We would have found you." Sam said. Adam scoffs and shakes his head. "Look, I can't change the past. I wish I could. But from here on out..." Sam said. "What? We gonna hop in the family truckster? Pop on down to Wally World?" Adam said, sarcastically, and Sam chuckles, lightly, at this. "Tell you one thing, with an attitude like that, you would have fit right in around here." Sam said.

In the basement, Dean was locked up in the panic room. He paces around, annoyed, when the door opens and Castiel and Ariel walk in. Dean turns around just as Ariel steps aside to reveal (y/n) standing behind her.

Suddenly, Dean felt his heart break as he sees her. Her eyes still looked a bit red and she had her arms folded across her chest, glaring at Dean. "Why don't you guys go help Sam to keep an eye on Adam? Dean and I need to talk." (Y/n) said, her voice sounding hoarse.

"You sure?" Ariel asked her and (y/n) nods and the two angels leave, shutting the door behind them. The duo stare at each other for a moment before Dean decides to try and lighten the mood as the air was thick with tension. "Well, (y/n), not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that...I got laid." He said as he points at her glaring face.

(y/n) scoffs at this but Dean could've sworn he heard a bit of amusement and laugh as she did this. Almost like she was hiding her laughter. Dean frowns slightly as (y/n) paces back and forth.

"Look, I know you're pissed..." Dean said and she scoffs again. "Understatement of the freakin' century." (Y/n) said, in harsh sarcasm. "But this..." Dean said, gesturing to the panic room. "Isn't really necessary." He finished. "Well, we got our hands full, Dean...A house full of flight risks from what Sam told me." (y/n) said. "I'm not letting him do it." Dean said. "Who, Adam? No, I'm...I'm not, either. And neither is Sam." (y/n) said. "No, you're not getting me." Dean said, turning away.

"Oh, no, no, I get you perfectly. But I'm not letting you do it, either." (Y/n) said, in a harsh voice. Dean sighs then takes a seat on a table in the room. "That kid's not taking a bullet for me." He said. "Dean..." (y/n) said, exasperated. "I'm serious. I mean, think about how many people we've gotten killed, (y/n). Mom, Dad, your Mom and Dad, Jess, Jo, Ellen. Should I keep going?" Dean asked her. "It's not like we pulled the trigger." (Y/n) argued.

"We might as well have. I'm tired, (y/n). I'm tired of fighting who I'm supposed to be." Dean said. "Well, do you think maybe you could take a half a second and stop trying to sacrifice yourself for a change? Maybe we could actually stick together?" (Y/n) yells at him, angrily. "I don't think so." Dean mutters, sadly. "Why not? Dean, seriously. Tell me. I-I want to know." (y/n) said and Dean sits there, staring at her then turns his head away from her. "Don't you dare shut down on me! Talk to me, please!" (Y/n) pleaded.

"I just...I-I don't believe." Dean said. "In what?" (y/n) asked. Dean looks at (y/n), brokenly. "In Sam." He said. (Y/n) turns her head away, not wanting to hear that. "I mean, I don't. I don't know whether it's gonna be demon blood or some other demon chick or what, but...I do know they're gonna find a way to turn him." Dean said. "So you're saying Sam's not strong enough." (y/n) said, questionably. "He's angry, he's self-righteous. Lucifer's gonna wear him to the prom, (y/n). It's just a matter of time." Dean said.

(Y/n) shakes her head at this. "Don't say that. Not you...of all people. I mean, this is your own brother!" (Y/n) said, tearfully. "I don't want to. But it's the truth. And when Satan takes him over, there's got to be somebody there to fight him, and it ain't gonna be that kid. So, it's got to be me." Dean said.

"Dean, c'mon..." (y/n) said. "Well, what else you want me to say, (y/n)!" Dean shouts at her. “I want you to say you’re not going to leave!” (Y/n) shouted back and Dean stares at her. “The Dean I know would never agree to heaven’s plans. Never agree to be possessed by some dick archangel and fight Sam to the death.” (Y/n) said, getting angry.

Dean stares at her for a moment, then looks down. “I guess that Dean is long gone.” He mutters. (Y/n) looks at him, her eyes watering up a little. “I miss him.” She whispered and Dean nods, continuing to look at the ground.

That night, Adam was laying on the cot, asleep, and Castiel and Ariel watch him closely while Bobby and Sam sit in the living room area. At that point, they hear the basement door open and they turn their heads to see (y/n) coming in. "How's he doing?" Bobby asked and (y/n) shrugs and scoffs.

"How you doing?" Sam asked her and she nods slightly. Castiel and Ariel turn and walk to the basement door, heading downstairs. "I could be better." She sighs and takes a seat next to Sam. "Did he say anything? Like why he's suddenly changing his mind on this?" Sam asked her and she gives him a sympathetic look.

"He did but...I don't think you're gonna like what he said." She said and Sam's face turns serious. "What did he say?" He asked and (y/n) swallows before she goes to say what Dean said.

Meanwhile, Castiel and Ariel make their way down stairs when they heard a crash and the duo go to the panic room door. "Dean?" Cas calls out but no answer then they enter the room. "Dean?" Ariel calls out. "Cas. Ariel." Dean said as he stands by a cabinet with an angel banishing sigil drawn on the inside of it.

He presses his hand to it, sending Castiel and Ariel away  screaming, then Dean escapes.

*(y/n)'s POV*

Sam and I went down to the basement to check on Dean, Castiel and Ariel only to discover the panic room was open and a angel banishing sigil was painted on the locker door. We ran back upstairs to the library, grabbing our jackets.

"Where's Cas and Ariel?" Bobby asked. "Blown to Oz." Sam replied. "Look, we'll get Dean. He couldn't have gone too far. Just watch Adam." I said. "How? You may have noticed, he's got a slight height advantage." Bobby said. "Then cuff him to your chair. I don't know. Just watch him." I said and we leave to look for Dean.

Unfortunately, we were unable to find him, so we return to Bobby's where he told us Adam was gone. "Bobby, what do you mean, Adam is gone?" Sam asked him. "Should I say it in Spanish?" Bobby asked, sarcastically. "He's gone how? What the hell, Bobby?!" I asked, spreading my arms out in frustration. "Watch your tone, girl. He was right in front of me, and he disappeared into thin air." Bobby said.

There was a gust of wind follow by the sound of flapping wings and Castiel and Ariel appear carrying a bloody and battered Dean between them as paper falls down around them. "Because the angels took him." Castiel said.

"Oh God, what the hell happened to him?" I asked as I run to Dean and cup his face. Despite that he broke my heart, I do still care about him. "Us." Ariel replied as she gestures between her and Cas.

"What do you mean, the angels took Adam? You branded his ribs, didn't you?" Bobby asked as he looks over at Cas. "Yes. Adam must have tipped them." Castiel said. "How?" Bobby asked. "I don't know. Maybe in a dream." Castiel said. "Well, where would they have taken him?" Sam asked.

We take Dean back down to the panic room where we handcuffe him to a cot. Sam and I sit down and wait for Dean to wake. When he did, he jerk on the handcuff discovering his situation and turn his head to see us.

"How you feeling?" Sam asked as Dean sits up on the cot. "Word to the wise: don't piss off the nerd angels. So how's it going?" Dean asked. "Adam's gone. The angels have him." Sam said. "Where?" Dean asked.

"The room where they took us." I replied, remembering Zachariah kidnapping me and placing me in that room just because I was looking for Sam. "You sure?" Dean asked. "Cas did a re-con." I said. "And?" Dean asked. "And the place is crawling with mooks...Pretty much a no-shot-in-hell, hail-Mary kind of thing." Sam said. "Ah, so the usual. What are you guys going to do?" Dean asked.

"For starters...we're bringing you with." Sam said, getting up and walking over to Dean. "Excuse me?" Dean asked, confused. "There are too many of them. We can't do it alone. And uh, you're pretty much the only game in town." I said, unlocking Dean's handcuffs and releasing him. I walk back over to Sam and toss the key on the desk. "Isn't that a bad idea?" Dean asked. 

"Cas, Ariel and Bobby think so. We're not so sure." Sam said, nodding between me and him. "Well, they're right. Because either it's a trap to get me there to make me say yes, or it's not a trap and I'm gonna say yes anyway. And I will. I'll do it. Fair warning." Dean said. "No, you won't. When push shoves, you'll make the right call." Sam said. "You know, if tables were turned...I'd let you rot in here. Hell, I have let you rot in here." Dean said.

"Yeah, well...I guess I'm not that smart." Sam said. "I-I don't get it. Guys, why are you doing this?" Dean asked us, confused. "Because...you're still my big brother." Sam replied. Dean stared at him stunned, then looks over at me. "Even though, you can be an ass sometimes, I still care about you." I said, bitterly, as I fold my arms and Dean gives me a look that I could see is full regret then he looks down.

Cas and Ariel palce us outside to what looked like an abandoned warehouse. "Where the hell are we?" Dean asked. "Van Nuys, California." Castiel asked. "Where's the beautiful room?" I asked. "In there." Castiel said as he nods to the warehouse. "The beautiful room is in an abandoned muffler factory in Van Nuys, California?" Dean asked. "Where'd you think it was?" Castiel asked. "I-I don't know. Jupiter? A blade of grass? Not Van Nuys." Dean said. "I thought it was some dining room in Heaven." I said and Ariel chuckles and shakes her head.

"Tell me again why you two don't just grab Adam and shazam the hell out of there." Sam said to Castiel. "Because there are at least five angels in there." Ariel replied. "So? You guys are fast." I said. "They're faster." Castiel said, undoing his tie to take it off and wrap it around his palm. "Ariel and I'll clear them out. You three grab the boy. This is our only chance." He said as he and Ariel turn towards the door of the warehouse.

"Whoa, wait. You two gonna take on five angels?" Dean asked. "Yes." Castiel and Ariel replied. "Isn't that suicide?" Dean asked. "Maybe it is. But then I won't have to watch you fail. I'm sorry, Dean. I don't have the same faith in you that Sam and (y/n) does." Castiel said and a tinge of regret passes over Dean's face. "I used to but....I'm not so sure now." Ariel said as Castiel pulls a box cutter out of his trench-coat pocket.

"What the hell are you gonna do with that?" I asked him and Castiel hands Ariel the box cutter. The two share a look before Cas nods at her and she uses the box cutter to carve an angel-banishing sigil into his chest. Then the two go inside the warehouse.

We waited outside until we heard the sound of angels being banished, which was a pretty good sign that we can go in now. Dean went on in ahead and after a while Sam and I enter the warehouse.

On our way to the box in the center of warehouse, we found saw one slain angel on a floor and an angel blade with blood on it. I pick up the blade and we enter the room, seeing Dean holding Adam up with Zachariah in front of them.

"Dean, please. Did you really think it would be that easy?" Zachariah asked. "Did you?" Dean asked. Sam and I came at Zachariah from behind with our angel blades. But Zachariah knock out blades out of our hands and sent us flying across the room, crashing into a divider.

"Sam! (Y/n)!" Dean yelled. "You know what I've learned from this experience, Dean? Patience." Zachariah said. He waves his hand and Adam falls to the floor, coughing up blood. "Adam?" Dean said, concerned, then he turns to Zachariah. "Let him go, you son of a bitch." Dean growled. 

"I mean, I thought I was downsized for sure. And for us, a firing...pretty damn literal. But I should have trusted the boss man. It's all playing out like he said...You, me, your hemorrhaging brothers." Zachariah said. He turns his fist in our direction, causing Sam to cough up blood like Adam. 

"Sam?" I said, worried, as I place my hands on his shoulders. "You're finally ready, right?" Zachariah asked. Dean looks from Zachariah to Sam and I, then to Adam who was lying on the floor, still coughing up blood. "Okay then..."Zachariah said then his raises his left hand out and, suddenly, it was like his hand was a magnet and I was a piece of metal as I fly towards him and Zachariah grabs my neck.

Then he proceeds to squeeze my neck, making me gasp for air. "No! Let her go! Leave her alone!" Dean yells, fearfully. "You know there's no other choice. There's never been a choice." Zachariah said. "Stop it. Stop it right now!" Dean said, tearfully. "In exchange for what?" Zachariah asked as he squeezes my neck tighter and at this point I was gasping for air while Sam and Adam continue to cough up blood.

"Damn it, Zachariah. Stop it, please. I'll do it." Dean said and Zachariah loosens his grip on my neck and I was able to breath a bit better. "I'm sorry. What was that?" Zachariah asked, holding his right hand up to his ear. "Dean...don't..." I gasped out in a raspy voice.

"Okay, yes. The answer is yes." Dean said. "Dean." Sam said, painful. "Please...don't." I said but Dean continues. "Do you hear me? Call Michael down, you bastard!" Dean exclaimed and Zachariah lowers me down as he continues to stare at Dean, shocked.

"How do I know you're not lying?" Zachariah asked him. "Do I look like I'm lying?" Dean asked. Zachariah stares at him for a moment then tosses me aside and I fall on my side then cough and gasp for air. "(Y/n)..." I hear Sam said as he crawls over to me and gives me a look that asks ​Are you okay? I nod to him as I cough again and Zachariah turns and speaks in Enochian, summoning the archangel Michael. "Zodiredo...noco...aberamage...nazodpesade..." 

Sam and I give Dean, a questioning look while Dean looks at us, brokenly. "He's coming." Zachariah said, smiling. At that moment, Dean then smirks and winks at us and I furrow my brow, in confusion, at him. The room started shaking, causing the chandelier to chime.

"Of course, I have a few conditions." Dean said and Zachariah turn to look at him. "What?" He asked, confused. "The few people whose safety you have to guarantee before I say yes." Dean said. "Sure, fine. Make a list." Zachariah said. "But most of all...Michael can't have me until he disintegrates you." Dean said.

"What did you say?" Zachariah asked. "I said...before Michael gets one piece of this sweet ass...he has to turn you into a piece of charcoal." Dean said and Zachariah laughs. "You really think Michael's gonna go for that?" He asked.

"Who's more important to him now? You...or me?" Dean asked then Zachariah lunges at Dean, grabbing him by the front of his jacket. "You listen to me. You are nothing but a maggot inside a worm's ass. Do you know who I am...after I deliver you to Michael?" He asked. "Expendable." Dean replied, smugly. "Michael's not gonna kill me." Zachariah said, grinning. "Maybe not. But I am." Dean said then he stabs an angel blade, which he must've had hidden in his sleeve, into Zachariah's head through his chin.

Zachariah explodes into a bright light causing Dean to fall to the ground and then Zachariah lays on the ground, dead, with his wings burned onto the floor and wall.

White light and the ear-piercing noise that was getting louder indicated to us that Michael was coming. "Can you walk?" Dean asked Adam, helping him up. "Yeah." Adam replied. "Okay, come on." Dean said, running over to Sam and I. Dean helped us up and guided us to the door.

"Come on, move it!" Dean said to Adam, as we exit the room. The door slams shut behind us, leaving Adam locked inside. "NO! DEAN! HELP! IT WON'T OPEN!" Adam shouts and Dean leaves me and Sam on the ground and attempts to open the door from the outside but he is burned when he touches the knob.

"DEAN, HELP! DEAN!" Adam continued screaming. "Hold on! We'll get you out. Just hold on. Adam! Can you hear me?!" Dean asked but Adam doesn't respond. A bright white light illuminates from inside the room then it fades.

Dean test the doorknob then opens the door to find it an abandoned office. "Adam?" He called out, but he was gone. Dean looks around then looks over at Sam and I, lost for words.

Later, we steal a truck and were driving down a road at night. Dean was driving naturally, while Sam was in the passenger seat and I was stuck sitting in the middle between them. "You think Adam's okay?" Sam asked while I rubbed my neck. "Doubt it. Cas and Ariel either. But we'll get 'em." Dean said.

"So." I said, my voice still sounding a bit hoarse. "'So' what?" Dean asked. "I saw your eyes. You were totally rockin' the yes back there. So, what changed your mind?" I asked. "Honestly? The damnedest thing. I mean, the world's ending. The walls are coming down on us, and I look over to you two and all I can think about is, these stupid son of bitches brought me here. I just didn't want to let either of you down." Dean said and I scoff, lightly. 

"You almost did. But you didn't." Sam said, holding up his index finger. "Who are you calling stupid?" I asked and I see the corner of his lips twitch up. "I owe you guys an apology." Dean said. "No, man. No, you don't." Sam said.

"Just...let me say this. I don't know if it's being a big brother or what, but to me, you've always been this snot-nosed kid that I've had to keep on the straight and narrow. That goes for you as well, princess. I think we all know that that's not either of you anymore. I mean, hell, if you two are grown-up enough to find faith in me...the least I can do is return the favor. So screw destiny, right in the face. I say we take the fight to them, and do it our way." Dean said, firmly.

Sam and I smile confidently at Dean. "Sounds good." Sam said. "I'm always down to kick some ass." I said. Dean glances over at us and smirks.

Later, we made a stop to one of my safehouses, not the one Dean abandoned me at, and decided to rest there. But while the boys were asleep in the spare rooms, I was sitting out on the porch on the swing. I couldn't sleep so I decided to come out here and just look out at the beautiful view in front of me.

Just a large valley of green grass and some hills off in the distance, the inky starry night blankets the sky and the gentle cool breeze blowing through the air. I smile and take a sip of my bottle water when I hear footsteps and the door open.

I look over and see it was Dean. The two of us stare at each, an awkward silence loomed over us. "Hey..." he greets, softly. "Hey.." I said back, my voice sounding back to normal. "How's, uh...How's your neck?" Dean asked me and I rub it. "Well, besides having this handprint shaped mark on my neck for awhile, it's alright." I said and Dean nods.

"Which means I'm probably gonna have to wear a turtle neck sweatshirt to cover it up. And that sucks, I hate turtlenecks, they make my neck look fat." I said and Dean chuckles a bit. I smile alittle before I let out a sigh. Then Dean walks up to me and gestures to the spot on the swing next to me. "Is it okay, if I sit here?" He asked me. I nodded and he takes the spot and both of us sit there in silence for a moment, the awkward silence still looming over us.

"So..." He said.

"So..." I said, awkwardly, and we sit there for a moment then Dean sighs. "(Y/n), I am so, so, sorry for what I did..." he said and I close my eyes, hoping that'll keep any upcoming tears flowing, as I continue to listen to him. "It was a dick thing to do to you but I thought I was doing the right thing. I wanted to protect you and keep you away from the chaos that was going to happen." He said and I nod, slightly.

"But Ariel was right. I was being selfish and I took that choice away from you and I should've talked to you about it. I was being an idiot and a coward." He said and I open my eyes and turn to him. "You said it not me." I said, smiling a little, as he rolls his eyes at this. But he looks over at me and noticed me smiling and he gives a small smile before it fades.

"I-I know you put up alot with me and with everything going on, but I do want to say I am truly sorry about everything. And...if..." he stops and sighs, sounding like he was nervous on to say his next words. "I'd understand if you didn't want to be with me or around me again...so...if you want to leave, you can. I won't stop you." He said and I frown a bit at him as I notice his eyes were filling with tears.

"Dean..." I croaked then I felt tears building up in my eyes. I close them again and take in a deep breath then let it out, slowly, then I open my eyes again. "I'm not abandoning you. Like I said, I'm ready to kick this in the ass and help you boys any way that I can. But...us...I mean..." I said as I gesture between me and him. "What you did really hurt me and I was scared, confused, hurt and angry. I felt like the world had already collapsed." I explained and he nods, slightly, as some tears roll down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, tearfully. "I know you are, Dean. And I do appreciate your apology. But..." I said and I could see the look of fear on his face. "I-I need time to think about us. I think...for now at least...we need a break. So, I'll still be by your side its just...I'm gonna be getting my own room for awhile now." I said and he nods again. "Okay..." he whispered.

*3rd Person POV*

"I'm gonna go to bed." (Y/n) said and Dean nods. "Okay, I'll be in here in a minute." Dean said and (y/n) gives him a look before she nods and heads inside. Now all alone, Dean wipes away the tears then hunches over, places his hands over his head and let's out a heavy, shaky sigh.

"You stupid son of a bitch." He mutters to himself, berating himself. "You really screwed up now." Dean mutters and he runs his hands over his head back and forth. Then he sits up and looks out at nature view he has as fresh tears runs down his face. He wipes them away and huffs out a breath.

[holylulusworld]

Wrapped

Summary: You and Sam prepare for Christmas.

Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester

Warnings: Christmas fluff, a/b/o, pregnant omega, domestic Sam, a little banter with Dean

Square 3 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo​​: Omega Pregnancy

Square 8 filled for @spnchristmasbingo​: Decorating

Square 10 filled for Lulu’s Winter Bingo: Fluff 

Words: 800+

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“You better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout. I'm telling you why  Santa Claus is coming to town.” 

You sing along as you check the temperature of your melted chocolate using your brand-new thermometer. “Perfect.”

“Baby girl, where did you put the book about demonic possession?” Sam yells from the hallways. “Y/N, I need the book.”

“I put it back on the shelf. Where it belongs, Samuel,” you teasingly use his full name. “It’s Christmas and I won’t have you and Dean drop things all over the bunker.”

“What did you say?” Sam steps inside the kitchen. He furrows his brows in a silent question as you try to focus on making more chocolate candy. “What are you doing?”

Suddenly the book is long forgotten and Sam makes his way toward the kitchen island.

“Chocolate candy,” you huff. “I told you and Dean to stay out of the kitchen for two more hours.”

“Chocolate candy,” he hums while moving behind you to look over your shoulder. Sam wraps his arms around your waistline and rests his chin on your left shoulder. “Looks good.”

“I thought Dean has a sweet tooth,” you chuckle. 

“I got a thing for sweet things too, omega,” Sam purrs in your ear. “Especially the ones wearing my mark. Can I help you?”

“You can help me wrap the gifts later. I still need to decorate the library too,” you softly say. 

“I meant the chocolate candy,” your alpha nips at your earlobe. “Do you need a hand? I’m helpful. You know that.”

“You are not helpful, Sam,” he grumbles at your words. “You are a distraction, alpha. If you are so close, I can’t focus on the chocolate candy. Let me finish this and we can wrap the gifts together.”

“No…no,” Sam says; all too eager to help you. “I can wrap the gifts alone. You can finish the chocolate candy. Dean is out for the last grocery run before the holidays. I just hope he brings more than pie and beer.”

“I made a list, Sam,” you coo. “Dean will bring all the things we need to have a nice holiday. And beer.”

Sam chuckles. “Do not forget the pie.”

“I’ll make him a homemade pie for Christmas. You know that.”

“Hmmm…” Sam nods. Any other alpha would be jealous if their omega dared to make food for another alpha. “I hope he’ll make it up to you, baby girl.”

“He’ll babysit our pups,” you run your hand over your grown belly. “He’s excited to become an uncle. Dean was a big help when we decorated the nursery and I want to give a little love back.”

“But only a little love,” Sam purrs in your ear. “The rest belongs to me, and our pups.” A deep rumble emits from Sam’s chest, and you know, he’s a little possessive today. “Right?”

“All my love belongs to you and our pups. Dean just gets a little love too. He’s like a grumpy big brother to me. Dean is family to me.”

“I know,” Sam pecks your hair. “I’ll get the decoration and start wrapping the gifts. Holler if you need me, omega. I’ll be there.”

“Y/N. Baby girl!!” Sam desperately calls for help. “I need your help.”

“What happened?” you waddle inside the library only to see Sam fight with the Christmas wrapping paper. He grunts and curses as he tries to wrap one of the many gifts you bought for Dean, Jack, Castiel, and your friends. 

“Sam? Sammy? Alpha,” his head snaps toward you and he huffs. “What happened? Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know how to wrap a gift,” he grumbles. Sam hates to admit he’s bad at something. 

“Aw, baby,” you smile softly, “that’s alright. You are good at so many other things. Let me help you.”

“Uh-I decorated the library,” he looks around the library, frowning as it’s still a mess. “Or...I tried.”

“That you did,” you stand on tiptoes to peck his lips. “How about I lend you a hand and we can decorate the rest of the bunker.”

“Guys, I’m back home,” Sam huffs as his brother walks into the library, two paper bags in his arms. “Whoa, what happened here?” Dean smirks as the library is a mess. 

Decorations lie plastered all over the place. There is a broken snowman on one of the shelves. Sam even managed to put one of the Christmas stockings high up on one of the shelves no one but him can reach.

“Sam decorated the library, and we want to wrap the gifts. Do not try to peek at the gifts, Winchester. You’ll not see your gift before Christmas,” you point a finger at Dean. “Put the groceries in the kitchen. You can help us decorate later.”

“I won’t let you see the gifts I bought for you neither,” Dean pouts. “I already wrapped them.”

“Let me guess,” Sam smirks. “You used newspapers to wrap the gifts.”

“No,” his brother snarls. “I stole some of Y/N’s Christmas wrapping paper. The nicer one. You know, the one with candy canes. Dean proudly puffs his chest. “Top that bitch!”

“I will, jerk!” 

And this is how the yearly gift-wrapping competition between Sam and Dean started…

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[supernaturalscribe67]

Trick or Treat

Words: 4,489

POV: 3rd Person

Pairing: TFW x Trans!FTM!Reader [Platonic]

Warning(s): Language, Fluff, Castiel is super cute in this but he's not as involved as Sam and Dean, Dean acting like a kid in a candy store, I think that's it?

Summary: Halloween always held a special place in the reader's heart. It was one of his favorite holidays. However, as he got older and started to discover more about himself, he never got to dress up as the characters he wanted when he was younger. When Sam, Dean, and the reader stumble upon an annual Halloween Festival in a small town after a hunt, the reader is reminded of all the things he could have been. When the truth comes to light, Sam and Dean make a plan to give the reader a night he will never forget.

Request:

This might be really specific but I have an idea if you feel like writing it. Something about reader ending up talking about how he used to hate halloween as kid because he never got to dress up the way he wanted, it always had to be something like a princess, a witch, "girl costumes" and then maybe he never dressed up when he got a little older as hunting started happening and there was never a party or something like that and since Sam and Dean know pretty well what a shit childhood feels like, team free will ends up preparing a halloween night with candy and horror movies and most important of all, costumes. So it's the first time he gets to dress up as whatever he wants just for fun.

Anonymous

A/N: I got this out just in the nick of time! I really hope you guys enjoy this story because I had a lot of fun writing it and imagining the boys in the costumes I picked out for them! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Happy Halloween!

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The diner was bustling, the small space filled with a mix of old and young people. Waitresses were running from one place to another in a frenzy, passing people their drinks and food and anything else they had asked for. (Y/N), Sam, and Dean were lucky to find a table when they did, and they were extremely thankful for it. The hunt had been a tough one - a group of vampires whose lust for blood had been higher than they had ever seen - and what they truly desired was a hot meal in their stomachs and a good night’s sleep. Unfortunately, it seemed that their hot meal would take a little longer than they would've liked. 

For a Tuesday evening, the place was uncharacteristically packed. It wasn’t just the diner filled to the brim with customers, however. The entire downtown strip was swamped, each restaurant having a long line of people waiting outside for a table. People were dressed in semi-casual clothing, jackets, and sweaters worn around their torsos to combat the chill Autumn air. Orange, white, and black lights were strung along streetlights, illuminating the roads and sidewalks. 

Dean’s leg bounced up and down, fingers laced together on the table, and jaw clenched. Sam was leaning back in the booth beside his brother, hands resting lazily on the tabletop. (Y/N)’s elbow was placed on the table as well, cheek in the palm of his hand. It was evident that all of them were exhausted, and it was even more obvious that Dean was getting impatient. 

“Come on, where the hell is the waitress?” Dean huffed. 

“It’s packed, Dean,” Sam mumbled. “Give her a break.” 

“Packed or not, I’m starving. I need a burger.” 

A party of five wandered into the diner. Someone at the counter turned towards the door once the bell rang and called out to them. Dean growled and placed his head into his hands. The group gathered right beside their booth and began to chat loudly. Dean’s eye visibly twitched as he reached inside his jacket, only to be stopped by Sam with a firm hand on his wrist. 

“Dean,” Sam said in a warning tone. 

Dean mumbled something under his breath and withdrew his hand. “Why the hell is it so busy, anyway?” 

“I was thinking the same thing,” (Y/N) said. “It’s not Halloween yet, is it?” 

“Halloween’s not for another week.” 

“Then what the Hell is going on?” 

A waitress shimmied between the boisterous party and their table, a serving tray filled with drinks in one hand. She glanced down at them and gave a small, apologetic smile. 

“I am so sorry, you guys. I’ll be with you as soon as I put these drinks down.” She spoke sweetly. 

“Take your time,” Sam gave her a wave and a smile. 

The waitress let out a huff before she squeezed the rest of the way through and deeper into the building. Dean shook his head and placed his forehead into his hands. (Y/N) rolled his eyes. 

“Calm down, Dean, before you have a heart attack.” He chuckled. 

Dean lifted his head and glared at him. “I just want my burger.” He replied between clenched teeth. 

It wasn’t long before the waitress came back over, stopping in front of their table. The serving tray was tucked underneath her arm and a notepad was in her hand. 

“Alright,” she began. “I’m so very sorry for the wait.”

“Don’t worry about it,” (Y/N) waved her off. “We see how busy you are. We get it.” 

“Thank you so much,” she let out a breath of relief. “Now, what can I get you guys to eat and drink?” 

The three of them ordered their food and beverages and the waitress was quick to depart again. She soon appeared with the drinks and made a promise that the meal would be out as quickly as it could. They weren’t holding their breath on that promise, though. As they waited, there was minimal conversation between them. Conversations that had once surrounded them had begun to settle as some people began to disperse and head down the street in small groups. The diner had transformed into a quiet, peaceful environment once again. By the time their food arrived, there were only a handful of people left. 

They dug into their food quicker than they ever had before, the wait taking a toll on their stomachs and, for the first couple of minutes, they didn’t talk. They just ate. The occasional satisfying hum escaped from their mouths but, other than that, nothing was said between them. The irritation that had been so evident on Dean’s face merely minutes prior had seemed to disappear and was replaced by a relaxed, yet tired, expression. 

“How is everything over here?” The waitress returned, head tilted to the side. She didn’t seem as distressed as she had been when the building was full. 

(Y/N) looked up from his food and swallowed the mouthful he had. He nodded. “Very good, ma’am,” he said. 

“That’s great to hear. Do you guys need anything else? Some refills on drinks?” 

Dean held up a finger as he finished chewing. “I’ll have some more,” he gestured to his glass. “But I gotta ask. Why in the Hell was it so busy earlier?” 

The waitress gave an uneasy smile and let out a shaky breath. “Not from around here, I see. Today’s the first night of our annual Halloween festival. A lot of people like to go out to eat before they head downtown for the events.” 

“Isn’t Halloween next week?” Sam asked. 

“Yes, it is. They like to host the events a week early so they don’t take away from the trick-or-treating that the kids do that night.” 

“What kind of events do you even have at a Halloween festival?” 

“Well, there’s lots. They have bobbing for apples, pie eating contests, pie baking contests, hay rides, a petting zoo, crafts for the kids, cider tasting for adults, and loads of entertainment that they hire. It changes every year. Tonight, however, is our-” 

“Trick or Treat!” Two in-sync, high-pitched voices accompanied the bell from the entrance. 

All heads turned towards the door. A mother with two children walked inside. The waitress gestured towards the family. 

“Business Trick or Treat event.” She finished. “I’ll be back in one second,” she held up a finger before she walked towards the front door. 

Dean furrowed his brows. “‘Business Trick or Treat’? What’s that?” 

(Y/N) turned to look at Dean for a moment before his eyes returned to the family that had entered. The mother was dressed in casual clothing compared to her two children. One child, seemingly the youngest, had a bright pink ballgown on that stopped just before it reached her ankles. A plastic, sparkling wand was in her hand and a tiara rested atop her blonde hair. The other child stood tall in his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle outfit. They both held multi-colored plastic pumpkin buckets with candy already peaking out of the top. 

For a moment, (Y/N) found that he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the boy. The smile on his face was almost infectious. Memories of his own Halloweens were brought back to him instantly. All the times he went out with his parents, wandering from house to house, neighborhood to neighborhood, in search of the best candy there was. All the times that he dressed up as a princess, fairy, witch, or even an angel ironically enough. All the times he wished he could have dressed up as Batman, a cowboy, Indiana Jones, or a pirate. Yet every time he asked his parents if he was able to dress as such, the idea was turned down, and he was directed towards the more ‘appropriate’ costumes for a ‘precious little girl’ like he was. 

He could remember seeing the other boys at school getting to dress up as who they wanted to be for Halloween while he was stuck in the clothes his parents wanted him to wear. Even as he grew up and ultimately became too old to go Trick or Treating, the want to dress up as some of his favorite characters was strong within him. He got into cosplay when he was an older teenager, but he only felt confident in his work in his early twenties. By then, his hunting career had taken off, and the time for Halloween parties and Comic Cons were off the table, so he never got the opportunity to dress as he wanted. He still cosplayed now and then in the privacy of his room, of course, but there was still that desire to show off his skills, to express himself differently than he already did. He knew it was wishful thinking. Halloween was a laughable holiday in the eyes of hunters, after all. 

“(Y/N)!” Dean said. 

(Y/N) quickly turned his head and looked at Dean. “What?” 

“Dude, you zoned out there for a minute. You okay?” 

“Oh, yeah, I was just, um,” (Y/N) turned back to look at the door, only to see that the mother and her children had disappeared, making him wonder just how long he had been out of it. “Just thinking,” he turned back to Sam and Dean. 

“About what?” Sam asked as he took a bite of his food. 

(Y/N) pursed his lips and looked down. He began to fiddle with his fingers. “I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Just thinking about when I was a kid and I used to do Halloween. It’s stupid, I know, but I remember having so much fun,” a smirk played in the corner of his lips. “Thought about how, one year, I wanted to dress up as a pirate with a peg leg, eyepatch, the works. Then another year I wanted to be Batman. Then the next year it was Spiderman. My mom would always tell me ‘That’s not the kind of outfit girls wear’ and then make me wear some stupid dress.” 

Sam and Dean gazed at him, a look of sympathy on their face. (Y/N) finally looked up and glanced between the brothers. He inhaled sharply and placed his hands flat on the table. 

“Anyway,” he stood up from the booth. “I’m done with my food if the waitress comes by to take them. I’m going to go to the bathroom before we head back to the motel.” With a tight smile, he turned and walked away from the table. 

The brothers watched as he vanished into the bathroom. As soon as he was out of sight, they looked at one another, sharing a knowing gaze. 

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Dean asked. 

Sam let out a sigh. He was, indeed, thinking exactly what his brother was thinking. “You know how I feel about Halloween.” 

“Come on,” Dean shook his head. “You saw how (Y/N) was. Seems like something he missed out on. Let’s do it for him.” 

“You’re right…” Sam paused. “Alright, let’s do it.” 

*~*

“Alright, we have ground beef, hamburger buns, frozen pizzas, a bunch of veggies, cereal, milk, eggs, butter, and…” (Y/N) narrowed his eyes as he looked down at the paper. “Canned chickpeas?” He furrowed his brows before he looked over at Sam. 

Dean deadpanned and looked at his brother. Sam glanced between the two of them, shrugging his shoulders. 

“What?” He asked. “Chickpeas are good!” 

(Y/N) pressed his lips together and gave a small, curt nod. He patted Sam on the shoulder. “Whatever you say, Sammy,” he smiled before he turned, reached down, and zipped up his jacket. “And you guys are sure you don’t wanna go? You never miss out on a supply run. I always seem to get things wrong.” 

“Yeah,” Dean answered quickly. “We’re sure.” 

“We’re still pretty tired from the last hunt,” Sam added.

“Yeah, took a lot out of us,” 

“A lot.” 

(Y/N) stared at them, a look of suspicion on his face as he studied them momentarily. Sam and Dean had always made a point to go on supply runs when they needed food. They were rather picky about some of the ingredients that they bought, mainly the snacks that they would always put on the list. They never stayed home because a hunt ‘took a lot out of them’. Even hunts that had taken them weeks to complete and copious amounts of back-breaking work never seemed to tire them out enough to constitute them staying home. Something was up, but (Y/N) didn’t know what it could have been. 

“Right…” (Y/N) drew out. “Well, I’m gonna need the keys.” He held out a hand to Dean.

Dean slowly raised his brows, glanced down at (Y/N)’s open palm, and then looked back up at him. “Keys?” He asked in a small voice. 

“Yeah, keys. To Baby.” 

“Well, uh…can’t you…can’t you take another car? I mean, you’ve never driven Baby before and I wouldn’t want your first time-” 

“There’s more trunk space in the Impala than any other car we have here. There are three fully grown adults I need to shop for. I need the space. Keys.” 

“Right, right,” Dean slowly reached into his pocket and hesitantly took out the keys to the Impala. He held them out to (Y/N). He paused before quickly dropping them in his hand. 

(Y/N) smiled. “Thanks,” he pocketed the keys. “And, don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” 

With that, (Y/N) placed his hands into his pockets and walked out of the room. Dean watched him leave, a weary look on his face. He opened his mouth repeatedly as he tried to get words out, but they seemed to be caught in his throat. Before he could say anything, the heavy sound of the bunker door echoed throughout the halls. Dean pressed his lips together tightly and ran his fingers stressfully through his hair. Sam couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on his face. 

“You know, this was your idea, right?” He quirked. 

“Shut up,” Dean grumbled and placed his hands on his hips. “I just gotta think of something else. Do we have everything?” 

“Uh, yeah. Decorations, candy, movies, costumes,” Sam grimaced at the last word he spoke. 

“Okay, alright,” Dean clapped his hands together. “I’ll give Cas a call then we can get to work.” 

“I’ll grab the stuff,” Sam sauntered out of the library. 

Dean pulled his phone out of his pocket, dialed Castiel’s number, and placed the phone against his ear. It didn’t take long before he heard Castiel’s voice on the other end. 

“Hey, Cas, (Y/N) just left. We’re ready to get set up. How soon can you be here?” 

*~*

“Stupid people don’t know how to fucking drive. Stupid cops for not knowing how to block off a goddamn road.” (Y/N) grumbled as he walked into the bunker, slamming the front door shut. As he descended the steps leading to the War Room, he cupped a hand on the side of his mouth. “Dean! Sam! The supply run was a bust! They have half the route to Salina blocked off because of a high-speed chase or some shit, and I’m not about to spend another hour in the car to get to Grand Island. I’d rather wait until you guys are feeling-” 

(Y/N) turned the corner into the library and stopped. His eyes widened as he looked around. Strung along the pillars were purple and orange lights shaped like Jack-O-Lanterns. Orange and black balloons tied to weighted bags were strewn about the place with small bats scattered around each balloon. A banner hung across the room, connected to the center pillars, that read HAPPY HALLOWEEN. The wooden tables were covered with cheap tablecloths, alternating between orange, purple, and black. On the first table was a large, clear, plastic bowl filled with liquid, several smaller bowls with various snacks and candies inside, a plate of those cheap Pillsbury Halloween-themed cookies, a plate of caramel apples, plastic cups, and paper plates. A projector was set up on the next table, facing away from (Y/N). One thing he immediately noticed was that the tables had been pushed together, giving more space along the far wall for a hanging projector screen as well as four beanbag chairs that rested side by side on the floor. 

The decorations weren’t the only thing that (Y/N) noticed, however. Standing in the middle of the library were Sam, Dean, and Castiel. Only, they weren’t in their normal outfits. Sam stood tall - taller than he normally did - in black platform shoes, a brown button-up shirt with shoulder pads placed underneath, and tattered jeans. His face, neck, and arms were painted comically green, and plastic screws were placed on his temples, giving him the classic Frankenstein look. Dean, on the other hand, wore a vintage-looking Ghostbusters uniform with Venkman written on the nametag. A bulky black backpack was placed on his shoulders as a makeshift proton pack, and he paired it with his black combat boots. Castiel had the best outfit of them all. He wore a solid black skin-tight outfit that covered his skin from the base of his neck downward, a black hat with long antennae sticking up, clear rounded wings that stuck out beside him, and a black and yellow striped body suit that was slightly too big for his frame. 

(Y/N) stood there, taking in all the detail around him, mouth ajar. Sam, Dean, and Castiel looked at one another. Sam and Dean gave slightly awkward smiles. Dean shrugged his shoulders and gestured around him. 

“Surprise!” He said. 

The exclamation shook (Y/N) out of the trance he had been in. He let out a breathy laugh. “What’s all this?” 

“Well, back at the diner, you said that you had always wanted to dress up for Halloween as what you wanted, but never got the chance to,” Sam began. 

“So, Sam and I had the idea that, since you didn’t get to dress up as you wanted to when you were little, we might as well give you a chance to do it now.” Dean finished.

“But…you guys hate Halloween.” (Y/N) couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face, his heart swelling up with warmth and appreciation. 

“I don’t hate Halloween. Ebenezer Scrooge over here does,” Dean gestured towards his brother. 

“Ebenezer Scrooge hates Christmas, Dean,” Sam deadpanned. 

“Eh, toe-may-toe, toe-mah-toe.” Dean shrugged. “And since we didn’t want you to dress up by yourself for this, we got costumes of our own. I’m Peter Venkman, the best Ghostbuster, Gigantor is Frankenstein, and then Cas is-” 

“I’m a Honey Bee,” Castiel said with a bright, proud smile. 

(Y/N) chuckled. “I can see that,” he said and walked closer to them. “Guys, you didn’t have to do this for me.” 

“We didn’t have to, but we wanted to,” Sam said. “We saw how much it meant to you and figured that we could forget about hunting for one night if that meant you would have a great time. Oh!” Sam turned and walked over to the table with the projector on it. He pulled out one of the chairs and grabbed a plastic Walmart sack. He held it out to (Y/N). “We got you a couple of costumes as well. We didn’t know what you would have wanted, so we got a variety.” 

(Y/N) graciously accepted the bag and brought it close to him. “Thank you, but, I actually had a costume that I’ve been saving for a rainy day. It’ll take me about thirty minutes to get everything ready, but I promise I’ll be quick!” 

With a pep in his step, (Y/N) hurried out of the library before any of them could say a word. He jogged down the endless hallways until he got to his room. When he walked inside, he tossed the bag onto the bed and rushed to the other side of his bed. He got down on his knees, reached underneath the frame, and pulled out a storage trunk. He unclipped the locks and revealed the contents, the smile never leaving his face. 

As he got ready, he could feel the excitement flooding his body. The idea that he would finally be able to show off the skills that he had gathered from years of practice made him happier than he had been in a while. He was still in a state of shock. He couldn’t believe the extent the boys had gone to to make him happy. To live out a childhood memory that he held so near and dear to his heart. To give him the proper memories that he wished he could have had when he was little. He had to stop now and then to compose himself as he thought about it, but they weren’t sad, regretful tears like he would have normally shed. They were happy tears. Joyous tears. Tears that he didn’t mind shedding, but not while he was getting ready. He would shed them later. Everything had to be perfect. 

Forty-five minutes later, (Y/N) was ready. He had given himself a pep-talk, double-checked his references from his past attempts at the makeup style he had chosen, and checked to make sure his outfit was on correctly in the full mirror that was placed in the corner of his room. When everything had been looked over and he felt satisfied with the result, he walked out of his bedroom and headed back towards the library. The sound of his boots echoed throughout the hallway. 

“Sorry it took so long,” he said as he rounded the corner. “I just had to get everything right.” 

He stopped a little ways away from the group, who sat at one of the tables. Their eyes shifted to him as soon as he walked in. Each of them scanned him up and down, studying his outfit. 

(Y/N) wore a short blonde wig that was slicked back neatly so that no strand was out of place, black sunglasses, an earpiece over his left ear with a microphone that stopped at the corner of his lips, a blue button-up with the sleeves rolled halfway up his arms and the S.T.A.R.S logo on his left sleeve, a combat vest equipped with a radio that the earpiece connected to, black pants with a holster strapped to his right thigh, black fingerless gloves, and black boots with laces tied neatly at the top. He had added some definition to his face with the help of makeup, sharpening the edges of his jaw and cheekbones. 

Sam raised his brows. “Woah,” he said. 

“That’s awesome!” Dean smiled. “Are you that one guy from that videogame you showed me? What was it? Silent Hill or something?” 

“Close. Resident Evil. I’m Albert Wesker,” (Y/N) held out his arms. 

“How did you get your face to look like that?” Dean narrowed his eyes as he stood to get a better look. 

“Makeup.” 

“Makeup can change the appearance of your face like that?” Castiel asked with his head slightly tilted to the side, the antennae on top of his head shifting with his movements. 

“Yeah! It’s all about placement and what products you use.”

“Where did you learn to do that?” Dean asked.

“I’ve been practicing for years.” 

“So, wait,” Sam stood. “You’ve cosplayed before?” 

“Well, not out in public I haven’t, but I’ve been working on my cosplays for a couple of years, trying out different styles and techniques. It was the closest thing that I ever came to dressing up for Halloween.” 

“Why didn’t you tell us? You’re really good at it!” 

“You think so?”

“Yeah! You’re like a whole new person.” 

(Y/N) beamed. “Thanks.” He then glanced towards the table and noticed Sam’s laptop had been brought in and hooked up to the projector. He tilted his head. “What’s this?” 

Sam looked down at his computer. “Well, what’s a Halloween celebration without horror movies?” 

“Yeah! And Cas hasn’t seen Ghostbusters before!” Dean exclaimed, seeming genuinely offended by his own statement. “Ghostbusters! He’s never seen it! Can you believe it?” 

“I’ve never understood why people would want to watch a movie based around the idea of being scared.” Castiel shook his head. 

“Because, to normal people, it’s make-believe Cas.” (Y/N) answered. “They don’t consider the possibility that there are actual monsters out there killing people. They like to believe that it’s all fictitious plots created by Hollywood. Ghostbusters, though, is more comedy than horror. I think you’ll love it.” 

“So are we watching it?” Dean asked. 

“Yeah, let’s watch it!” 

“Awesome! I’m getting myself some snacks and then we can sit in the beanbag chairs and watch it. My idea, by the way.” 

“Oh, it was your idea, really?” (Y/N) asked sarcastically. 

“Hey! I wanted us to be comfortable while we watch all these movies!” Dean defended. “Plus, they’re plush! It’s like I’m sitting on a cloud! Sit in one!” 

(Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh at Dean’s evident enthusiasm. It seemed like he was just as excited about the Halloween party as (Y/N) had been. “Let me get snacks first and then we can get settled.” 

“I’ll get the movie up,” Sam said as he sat down at his computer. 

Once the movie was connected, the three of them got their snacks while Castiel went to take a seat in one of the beanbag chairs. They were, soon, all nestled in their own chair, watching various Halloween films on the projector screen. Dean was right, it did feel like he was sitting on a cloud. They talked, laughed, made fun of the cheesy jumpscares, criticized some of the terrible lore, and explained different plot points to Castiel whenever he had a question. 

In the end, (Y/N) had the most fun that he had in a long time. It had been years since he was able to feel that way about Halloween, and it brought back some good childhood memories, and the moments that they shared seemingly rewrote the bad ones, replacing them with a core memory he would never forget. He was thankful for Sam, Dean, and Castiel. He was lucky to have them in his life. He was thankful that they took the time to plan their little ‘Halloween Party’. Even though it wasn’t as extravagant as some of the parties (Y/N) had been to when he was younger, nor the ones he had seen on movies and television, he wouldn’t have it any other way. He was able to spend some quality time with the boys, show off his cosplaying skills, and watch those horror movies he had grown to know and love. 

That Halloween was the best one he ever had;

And he couldn’t wait to convince the boys to do it again next year. 

[faralyart]

MCL NEW GEN

Pues ya sabemos que ya tiene unos días de estreno del nuevo Corazón de melón o My Candy Love y pues la verdad es que tengo muchas dudas respecto a si voy a poder seguirle el ritmo, ya que quiero seguir haciendo cosas de Castiel y Yuki y más mi nueva niña pues chance y me vuelvo chango (? Pero en fin, les presento a mi nueva niña con la que voy a "jugar" esta historia:

Falyn Camero | 20/11 Escorpión | INFP | 155 cm

Le gusta: Los gatitos, pompompurin, la sandía, el grupo Crowstorm, la gente divertida y coqueta, el color morado, la empatía.

No le gusta: las mentiras, el picante, correr, el calor, la gente que juega con los sentimientos, las injusticias.

Falyn es una joven que al principio se muestra tranquila y amable, hasta cierto punto una persona introvertida, pero cuando la gente muestra cierto grado de confianza o le hablan con familiaridad termina revelando un lado divertido, vibrante y muy ocurrente. Suele estar a la expectativa en momentos de tensión, procurando tener diferentes puntos de vista para crear una opinión más solida de las cosas. Es entregada a sus tareas, pero también muchas veces rechaza sus cualidades y derechos, hasta el punto de ser alguien sumisa con tan de complacer a las personas y no meterse en problemas para pasar desapercibida.

[fandomtherapy44]

castiel x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Dean and Sam. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since they are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 6,027

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, creepy men, small sexual comments, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural

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Chapter four: It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester

Y/n’s POV:

These last few weeks have been Interesting to say the least. I mean first we had a case in Pennsylvania that turned out to be a shapeshifter that was imitating old classic monster movies. I felt kind of bad for him and also to see Dean in that costume made me laugh for an hour after we saved him. Then Dean got ghost sickness yeah it's a thing, had no idea either.

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And here we are in this town investigating a man who died from choking on razor blades from eating candy. Then my birthday is in a couple days so no reason to celebrate there. “Now how many razor blades did they find?” Sam asked Mrs.Wallace. Dean and I were looking around for hex bags. “Two on the floor, one in his stomach and one was stuck in his throat. He swallowed four of them. How is that even possible?”. She said sobbing and they have a kid too, poor family. “The candy was never in the oven.” She said to dean as he was sticking his head in the oven. “We like to check every possibility Mrs.Wallace. To make sure we don’t miss anything. And we are truly sorry for your loss.” I said to her trying my best to be there for her. “Thank you really.” She said with a bit of a sad smile to me. “No problem.” I said back with a kind smile. “Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?” Sam asked her. “No, I mean, I don’t think so. I just – I can’t believe it. You hear urban legends about this stuff, but it actually happens?” She responded and she's right it doesn't usually happen but some bitch decided to attack this family. 

Then Dean showed the hex bag that he found. “Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?” Sam asked. “Enemies?” She answered with confusion. “Anyone who might have held a grudge against him?”  “What do you mean?” “Co-workers? Neighbors? Maybe a woman.” I can not believe he just said that. “Are you suggesting an affair?” She said upset. “Mam I am so sorry for these two” I said as I grabbed both Sam and Dean by their ears and pulled them out of the house. “ ow ow! Y/n” They both said. “Good I hope it hurts, her husband just died and her child is fatherless. Have a little more sympathy” I said as I slammed the door behind and walked back to her. “So sorry for their behavior, sometimes men will just act.” I said to her. “I mean do you think he's right that he could have had a secret woman” She asked me with fear in her eyes. “No no I look around in this house and I feel love.” I said back holding her hands.”Thank you really you are so kind. Your mother raised you right " Right mother."No need to thank me, I know how it feels to lose someone.” “I mean I think If someone wanted to kill my husband, don’t you think they’d find a better way than a razor in a piece of candy he might eat?” “You're right, my partners and I appreciate your time.” I walk out with determination to find this bitch.

“Y/n wait wait!” Both boys try to catch up with me. “Let's go, we have a witch to catch” I said as I got into the Impala. They look at each other with knowing looks of why I'm extra focused this week.

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Sam and I are researching in the motel room while Dean is checking out Luke’s background. “Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?” Sam asked Dean as he was eating a piece of candy. “It’s Halloween, man.” Dean answered, flopping down next Sam. “Yeah, for us every day is Halloween.” “Don’t be a downer. Anything interesting?” Dean asked. “Well it was a witch for sure but not a typical one check out this hex bag.” I answered pointing to the bag. “Hmm, no?” I smile at that. “Goldthread, an herb that’s been extinct for two hundred years. And this - is Celtic, and I don’t mean some new age knock-off. It looks like the real deal, like 600 years old real.” Sam said, picking up the coin. Dean picked up the small charred bone.”That would be the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby.” I said to him as a matter of factly.” Ugh” he dropped the bone. “Relax man, it’s like, at least a hundred years old.” Sam said to him, trying to make him feel better “Dean’s right it might be old but it is still a dead baby’s bone.” I said looking at them both. “Witches, man, they’re so friggin’ skeevy.” Dean shurred. “Yeah, well it takes a pretty powerful one to put a bag like this together. More juice than we’ve ever dealt with, that’s for sure. What about you? Find anything on the victim?” Sam asked him. “This Luke Wallace? He was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy.” Dean answered.  “I knew he was faithful.” I said. Sam scoffed at our lack of leads. “I can’t find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead.” Dean said to us.

“Well I'm going to get some ice since nothing is happening right now.” I said getting my jacket. “Wait there's a witch on the loose and you want to go get some ice?” Dean asked me with disbelief. “Dean I am about to be 23 I can take care of myself but thanks.” I said walking out of the room slamming the door behind me.

Deans POV: 

“I just wish she would talk about it with us.” I said to Sam. He scoffed.”Right dean like we talk about our feelings all the time. And in this situation I don't blame her. I mean If I was her I would do the same.” Sam said, looking down sadly. “I mean it was not her fault that mom died and on her birthday she was a baby and for dad to tell her that, I have always wanted to shoot him for that.”Dean said with a little anger. “I hope one day she realizes it.” “Yeah me too” Sam said back, both feeling bad for their little sister.

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Y/n’s POV: 

It’s almost 11:00 and I told the boys I was getting ice over three hours ago. They must be worried but I didn't care being drunk and sad. “What’s a fine piece of ass like you doing here alone” I look over from my drink to see a skivvy looking man leaning on the bar staring down at my chest. “First of all if you're going to hit on a woman try to at least keep your eyes up and second I'm drinking alone in peace not looking for seven seconds in heaven.” I said looking down, getting up to leave, referring to his nether regions.”OH YOU BITCH.” He goes to grab my arm as I turn around to kick his little weiner. But someone else stopped him.”I believe the woman said no.” It was Cas pinning the man's arm behind his back.”Ow ow okay I’m sorry.” Cas lets him go. I still kick him down.”Remember this the next time you think of grabbing a woman.” He shakes his head and runs away like a coward. I look back at Cas. “Thank you Cas but I could have handled that.” “I know you could have but I still felt like stopping him.” He responded. I smiled at that. “I'm happy to see you but why are you is there something wrong?” “No, I just felt danger for you” He said. “Yeah about that, how did you know?” “We're connected.” I look confused.”Since I was the first angel to respond to your prayer I have a trace with you. It's like that for all angels.” “Oh well thank you, would you like to walk back with me to my motel room?” I said walking out of the bar. “It would be faster if I flew us there.” “Yes it would but the air is good tonight and a beautiful sky to pair it plus I need to sober up a little more before I deal with Sam and Dean.” We start talking while walking.

”Y/n if you don't mind me asking why you were drinking.”  “It’s my birthday in three days.” “I'm confused, don't usually humans celebrate their birthdays with joy and gifts?” I chuckle at that. ”They do but my birthday is also my mom’s death anniversary.” He looked at me.”It was my one year old birthday and mom was tending to Sam and I cried. She came to check on me and I was fine. She went back to Sam to see old Yellow eyes standing over Sam’s bed.” “So if I hadn't cried my mom could still be alive.” He stopped walking, staring at me with sadness in his eyes. “You were a child” “My dad didn't seem to care as we got older and didn't celebrate my birthday. I started to ask why and he told me I think he always blamed me.” “ Y/n you are not to blame” “Thanks Cas you're sweet but I can't change the past that's why I try harder for the future.” We reach the motel. “Thank you for walking with me Cas good night.” “Good night Y/n/n” As we said our goodbyes I had the urge to hug him but I didn’t. 

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As I try to sneak back into the dark room the lights turn on with both of my brothers sitting next to the lamp. “Well, well, well how was your ice y/n?” Dean asked me with sarcasm while Sam just sat there with that face of I’m disappointed in you. “It was great, actually I'm pretty tired so tell you in the morning all about it.” I turn to my room when Sam stops me.”Y/n we were worried for you when there's a witch on the loose you don't go missing for three hours.” “Look guys, I appreciate it but I'm not a little kid anymore. I will spend my shitty birthday how I want to.” They both look like they want to say something and Dean goes to but he gets a phone call. “Hello yes this is Detective Plant yes we'll be right there.” Dean goes to walk out. “There's been another strange death.” Sam and I follow him.

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We walk downstairs to teens talking to cops about what happened. Man teen hood I miss it sometimes, the world just felt lighter back then. The main witness who was the friend of the girl who lets just say got a facial she didn't ask for. Tracy the friend is telling her account to the cop. I walked up to her. “Hi there, detective smith” I flash her my badge.”Your friend didn’t happen to know a man named Luke Wallace?” I asked her. “Um, who’s Luke Wallace?” Tracy answered with a little bit of confusion. “He passed away yesterday.” Sam and Dean are looking around for another one of the special blend hex bags. “I don’t know who that is.” Sam finds one under the couch cushion. Damn it another innocent person gone. And I couldn't stop it.

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All three of us are now researching this. “I’m telling you, both these vics are squeaky clean. There is no reason for a wicked bitch payback.” Dean said to us. “Maybe cause it’s not about that.” Sam said, putting his book down on the table for us to see. “Maybe this witch isn’t working the grudge, maybe they’re working a spell. Check this out.” I look at the page and if this is what is going on, then we're screwed.”Three blood sacrifices over three days, the last before midnight on the final day of the final harvest. Celtic Calendar, the final day of the final harvest is October 31st.” Sam read. “Halloween.” Dean and I both say looking at the book. 

“Exactly.” Sam agreed. “What the hell are the blood sacrifices exactly used for?” I said a little mad and fearful. “Uh, if I’m right, this witch is summoning a demon, and not just any demon – Samhain.” shit “I read all about him when I was first reading about demons. Samhain is the damn origin of Halloween. The Celts believe that October 31st was the one night of the year when the veil was the thinnest between the living and the dead, and it was Samhain’s night. I mean, masks were put on to hide from him, sweets left on doorsteps to appease him, faces carved into pumpkins to worship him. He was exorcised centuries ago.” I told the boys.”So even though Samhain took a trip downstairs, the tradition stuck.” Dean said. “Exactly, only now instead of demons and blood orgies Halloween is all about kids, candy and costumes.” Sam added on to what I said.”Okay, so some witch wants to raise Samhain and take back the night?” “Dean, this is serious.” “I am serious.” 

“Dean, this ritual can only be performed every six hundred years.” I told him. “And the six hundred year marker rolls around…?” “Tomorrow night.” Sam answered but I wish he was wrong. “Naturally.” Dean responded with his regular sarcasm. Dean looked down at the page and saw the illustration of Samhain. “Well it sure is a lot of death and destruction for one demon.” “I sadly have an answer for that too, That’s because he likes company. Once he's raised, Samhain can do some raising of his own. Ghosts,Vampires,Werewolfs the whole shambang and yes Dean even Leprechauns.” “Look, it just starts with ghosts and ghouls, this sucker keeps on going, by night's end we are talking every awful thing we have ever seen. Everything we fight, all in one place.” Sam said to add on more. “It’s gonna be a slaughterhouse.” Dean was right, it would be, what a great early birthday present. I guess it's consistent with my life at least.

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Dean and I are in the Impala watching the Wallace house and of course he's eating all the candy as usual. Good thing I saved my own stash. “You know you're going to get a stomach ache with all that candy.” I told him. “No, I have a stomach of steel little sis don't you worry.” “Okay don't say I didn't warn you.” Dean smiles at that. “Y/n about what you said about your birthday I want you to know that Sam and I would never blame you for what happened and that dad was a dick for telling you the way he did. You are one of the best things that has ever happened to Sam and I. When I found out I was going to have a little sister was over the moon Sammy too.I think Sam and I would be dead without you.So this is to tell you that we are sorry that you felt like this and that we will celebrate anyway you want even if you don't want to celebrate we will always love you no matter what." When he finishes, tears are falling out of my eyes. I hugged him. “Thank you Dean.” “No need to thank me.” We let go and Dean gets a call.”Hey.” “Awesome, yeah, I talked with Mrs. Razor Blade again. I’ve been sitting out in front of her house for hours and I’ve got a big steamy pile of nothing.” I slap him on the arm for the razor blade name. “Yeah, well I hope we find ‘em soon cause I’m starting to cramp like a –” “WHAT THE FU-” I said. Because there is little miss Tracy being all friendly with Mrs.Wallace, yeah I don't know the Wallallces my ass.

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Sam,Dean and I are now at Tracy's school. Apparently she had a violent experience with a teacher here. Damn, choosing a pretty high schooler for a six hundred witch is smart. I hate that. We walk in the art classroom and see paper mache masks hanging from the ceiling. Dean stops to stare at them. “Dean you okay?” I asked him. “Of course I am, I'm ready to catch this bitch now where is this teacher.” I got that feeling again that he's lying. The teacher walked in carrying art supplies. “You agents wanted to talk to me.” “Ah, Mr. Harding.” Sam said as he shaked his hand.”Oh, please, Don.” He then shaked our hands.”Even my students call me Don.” “Yeah, we get it, Don.” Dean said annoyed. We pull out our badges.”I’m agent Getty, this is Agent Lee and thats agent Smith. We just had a few questions about, uh, Tracy Davis.” Dean said to Don. “Uh, yeah, Tracy, uh, bright kid, loads of talent. It’s a shame she got suspended.” “ We heard that you two had a… uh, violent altercation.” I said to him. 

“Yeah, she exploded. If Principal Murrow hadn’t walked by when he did, Tracy would have clawed my eyes out.” “Why?” Sam questioned. “I, uh, you know, I was only trying to rap with her about her work. It had gotten inappropriate and disturbing.She would cover page after page with these bizarre cryptic symbols, and then there were the drawings.Detailed images of killings, gory, primitive, and she would depict herself in the middle of them, participating.” Oh wow.”Symbols, what kind of symbols? Uh, anything like this?” Sam showed him the old coin. “Yeah, yeah, I think that might have been one of them.” Great, just great.”You know where Tracy is now?” Dean questioned him.”I would imagine her apartment.” “Her apartment?” I said surprised. “Yeah, she got here about a year ago, alone, as I understood it, as an emancipated teen. God only knows what her parents were like.” Great more goose chasing.

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We checked the apartment and no witch was in sight. We pulled into the motel parking lot. Sam walks over to Dean's side.”So?” “Tracy was nowhere I could find. Any luck with her friends?” Sam asked. “Nah, luck is not our style. Her friends don’t know where she is. It’s like the bitch popped a broomstick.” I said as we started to walk to our room. And a kid walks up to us as an astronaut. “Trick or treat.” The kid asked. “This is a motel.” Dean said rudely “So?’’ “So we don’t have any candy.” This is one of the many reasons I keep my own stash. “No, we have a ton in the uh…” “No we dont he ate it all” I told Sam and we both gave each other the look of this is really our brother. “Sorry kid, we can’t help ya.” “I want candy.” “Well, I think you’ve had enough.” I do a double take at that line. I slapped Dean on the head. “Here you go kid” I gave him my entire stash, some pieces being Dean's favorite. “Have a great Halloween” I smiled at him .”Thanks mam” He gave me a smile back. “You had more candy?” Dean asked me offended.”Well I thought you had enough.” I said giving him his own medicine back. He gave me his bitch face. We enter the motel room and Sam goes first.”Who are you?!” Sam shouted holding his gun at the stranger which turned out to be Cas.”Sam! Sam, wait! It’s Castiel.” I said as I brought his hand down then I looked over to a man just standing staring out the window.

 “The angel” Sam suddenly lets go of his guarded pose. “Him, we don't know” I said, nodding at the man.”Hello, Sam.” Cas Said to him and Sam looks like he’s meeting a celebrity.”Oh my God – er – uh – I didn’t mean to – sorry. It’s an honor, really, I – I’ve heard a lot about you.” Sam holding out his hand for cas to shake it. Castiel looks at Sam’s hand like he isn’t sure what to do with it. Sam shakes it a little, and Castiel finally understands and puts his right hand in Sam’s. “And I, you. Sam Winchester – The boy with the demon blood.” Damn that's one way to say hi to someone. “Glad to see you’ve ceased your extracurricular activities.” The man facing the window speaks. “Let’s keep it that way.”  “Yeah, okay, chuckles.” Dean said to him. “Who’s your friend?” I asked Cas. He didn't answer that . “This the raising of Samhain, have you stopped it?” He asked Dean. “Why?” “Dean, have you located the witch?” “Yes, we’ve located the witch.” “And is the witch dead?’’ “No but we're close.” I said. “We know who it is.” Dean said, defending us. Cas walks over to our bed table.”Apparently the witch knows who you are too.” 

He said picking up a hex bag. “This was inside the wall of your room. If we hadn’t found it, surely one or all of you would be dead. Do you know where the witch is now?” My brothers and I look at each other.”We’re working on it.” I said to Cas. “That’s unfortunate.” “What do you care?” Dean asked and he's right why would the angels care. “The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals.” Oh shit. “So this is about your buddy Lucifer.” Dean responded with sarcasm. “Lucifer is no friend of ours.”  The man spoke. “It’s just an expression.” I said to him, “Lucifer cannot rise. The breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs.” Cas said to us seriously. “Okay, great, well now that you’re here, why don’t you tell us where the witch is, we’ll gank her and everybody goes home.” Dean said in his usual fashion. “We are not omniscient. This witch is very powerful, she’s cloaked even our methods.” Cas said to us back. “Okay, well we already know who she is, so if we work together –” Sam said, trying to calm down the people around him. “Enough of this.” The man spoke again very rudely.”Okay, who are you and why should I care?” Dean asked him. 

“This is Uriel, he’s what you might call a… specialist.” “Specialist of what?” I asked with concern. “You –  all three of you –  need to leave this town immediately.” He said back. “Why?” “Because we’re about to destroy it.” What the Hell? “I'm sorry I thought you said you were going to destroy the town.” I said, trying to laugh it off. Cas can’t look me in the eyes. “I did.” I can't believe this right now. “So this is your plan, you’re gonna smite the whole friggin’ town?” Dean asked mad.”We’re out of time. This witch has to die, the seal must be saved.” Cas said back very casually.” Cas do you know how many people are here? There must be a thousand.” “One thousand two hundred fourteen.” Uriel said, looking at me. “And you’re willing to kill them all?” I said staring, not backing down. “This isn’t the first time I’ve… purified a city.” Great, just great we have psychopath with us.”Look, I understand this is regrettable.” Cas said to us. “Regrettable?” I question how he is even okay with this. “We have to hold the line. Too many seals have broken already.” Hell no I am not about to let hundreds of people die including kids because angels messed up. “So angels mess up and families have to die for it.” I asked Cas. 

“It’s the lives of one thousand against the lives of six billion. There’s a bigger picture here.”  “Screw both of you, the bigger picture!?There are kids here, Castiel.” “Right, cause you’re bigger picture kind of guys.” Dean said, jumping in to back me up. “Lucifer cannot rise. He does and hell rises with him. Is that something that you’re willing to risk?” Cas asked us back. “We'll stop this witch before she summons anyone. Your seal won't be broken and no one has to die.” Sam said to join in with his siblings. “We're wasting time with these mud monkeys.” Uriel said, Oh, so he wants to call names. We will call names.”I’m sorry, but we have our orders.” Cas said, trying to justify this. Sam just looks betrayed.”No, you can’t do this, you’re angels, I mean aren’t you supposed to – You’re supposed to show mercy.” He said with disbelief. “Says who?” Uriel questioned, sounding annoyed.”We have no choice.” Cas said to us. “Cas of course you have a choice, we all do. You're telling me you never questioned an order?” I asked, staring at him.”Look, even if you can’t understand it, have faith. The plan is just.” He responded back.”How can you even say that?” 

“Because it comes from heaven, that makes it just.” Cas is just so sure it's a little scary.”Oh, it must be nice, to be so sure of yourselves.” Dean said, jumping back in.”Tell me something, Dean, when your father gave you an order, didn’t you obey?” Damn Cas. I jumped in again.”Well sorry chicken wings. You won't be killing a whole town today.” I said while looking at uriel. “You stupid little girl, you think you can stop us.” He said getting closer but I'm not backing down.”No, but if you’re gonna smite this whole town, then you’re gonna have to smite us with it, because we are not leaving. See, you went to the trouble of busting him out of hell. I figure he's worth something to the man upstairs. So you wanna waste the golden boy, go ahead, see how he likes that.” I said nodding at Dean. “I will drag him out of here myself.” “Yeah, but you’ll have to kill me, then we’re back to the same problem. I mean, come on, you're gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch. Sounds to me like you're compensating for something.” Dean said. I look at cas and really stare into those damn blue eyes for me to let him know. “We can do this. I know we can find the witch and kill her. Those families deserve a fighting chance.” He stares right back.”Castiel! I will not let these peop–” Uriel tried to speak up. “Enough!. I suggest you move quickly.” “ Thank you Cas really.” I put my hand on his shoulder and let it linger for a sec. It felt so warm. I turn to my brothers. “Let's go catch a Witch.!” 

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Castiel’s POV:

Uriel and I are at the park watching the children play. “The decision’s been made.” I said. He laughed at that. “By some mud monkeys.” I don't understand him sometimes.”You shouldn’t call them that.” “ You don't want me saying that because you're sweet on that Winchester girl.” What no.”Of course I'm not. I'm not even fully sure what that means. It's just she’s one of my first prayers ""Castiel you will learn that humans are not worth your time all they are savages, just plumbing on two legs.” “You’re close to blasphemy.” Uriel sighs at me.”There’s a reason we were sent to save him. He has potential, he may succeed here.” I sit down next to him and he sighs again.”And any rate, it’s out of our hands.” “It doesn’t have to be.” “And what would you suggest?” “That we drag Dean Winchester out of here and then we blow this insignificant pinprick off the map.” “You know our true orders. Are you prepared to disobey?” Uriel just looks at me. Sweet? What does that even mean? I would do anything to protect her but that’s just what angels do for all their prayers right?

Y/n’s POV: 

We found out that Tracy was not the witch but in fact her teacher damn plot twist. We head downstairs in the basement and see him about to stab her. I shoot him full of lead. We get her down from her rope. “Thank you, he was gonna kill me! Ugh, that sick son of a bitch. I mean, did you see what he was doing? Did you hear him? How sloppy his incantation was?” Wait what? “My brother –” Oh shit. We go for our guns again but she knocks us back with a spell.”Always was a little dim. He was gonna make me the final sacrifice, his idea, but now, that honor goes to him. Our master’s return? The spellwork’s a two man job you understand, so for six hundred years I had to deal with that pompous son of a bitch. Planning, preparing, unbearable.” She was getting a chalice and went over to her brother I guess, and used a knife for the bullet wound to bleed into the cup. The spell is still working to keep us down. 

“And you get him with a gun, uh, love that.” She said to me man I hate my gun right now. “You know, back in the day, this was the one day you kept your children inside. Well tonight you’ll all see what Halloween really is.” She puts the chalice on the table and starts another spell while she does that Sam gets blood from Don and smears it on our faces. I see what he's doing. She finishes the spell and the ground cracks open for black smoke to rise up for it to possess Don’s dead body. He gets up and we hear kissing sounds oh God I'm so sorry. “My love.” “You’ve aged.” “This face… I can’t fool you.” “Your beauty is beyond time.” Then we hear a neck snap that was cold, loved and died for nothing. “Whore.” Samhain walked and stopped in front of us but did not do anything. “What the hell was that?”  Dean questioned Sam. “Halloween lore. People used to wear masks to hide from him, so I gave it a shot.” “You gave it a shot?!” “Well good thing he hit the bulls eye.” I said getting up. 

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We’re driving to the cemetery when Sam speaks. “So, this demon’s pretty powerful.” “Yeah.” Dean and I both said. “Might take more than the usual weapons.” “ Sam, no you can't use that, it's not good.” I said to him knowing he was talking about his physic powers. “Y/n’s right. Don’t even think about it. Ruby’s knife is enough.” Dean agreed with me. “Why?” Sam questioned. “Well because the angels said so for one –” “I thought you said they were a bunch of fanatics.” “ They are but Cas is right about this. I trust him.” “I don’t know, guys, it doesn’t seem like they’re right about much.” I mean he's right they were going to kill a whole town. “Well then forget the angels, okay? You said yourself, these powers, it’s like playing with fire.” Dean said. He picks up the demon knife and hands it to Sam “Please.” Sam takes the knife but does not say anything. I hope he realizes that we just care.

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We walk down into the crypt to a lot of teens locked in. who would want to party next to dead people teens man. “Help them.” Sam said to dean and I. “Wait no we cant let go by yourself!” I said. “Do it!” He runs off after Samhain. Dean and both look at each other. “Get back!” I yelled at them and raised my gun to shoot the lock off. The cage opens and they run out just as they do the grave doors crack open and zombies come out. “Bring it on rotters “ I said as I went and stabbed the zombies. Another one comes up behind and I go to stab it and it goes right through her. “Dean we got ghosts too!” I said as she threw me back. “Zombie ghost orgy huh? Well, that’s it, I’m torching everybody.” He said he grabs the fuel and lighter and lights all of them like the fourth of July. We run after Sam and come in to see him using his powers Damn it Sammy. But he's successful and Samhain is sent back to hell. Sam looks at us both with guilt in his eyes.

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I am walking in the woods trying to clear my head about everything, not just Sam but tomorrow. I hear wings flapping and turn to see the angel I didn't want. “Tomorrow. November 2nd, it’s an anniversary for you. But not just an anniversary a birthday. “ I scoff at him holding myself back so as not to hit him.”Your point being Uriel.” “My point is that you and your brother keep on getting in my way.” “Sam using his powers and you distracting Castiel.” “Distracting Cas? What the hell are you talking about.” “Don't you take that tone with me Girl. You don't think I don't know how many times you pray to him or he just comes.” “I can't control what he does. And he is not your dog so stop trying to control him.” I said and he did not like that as he came even closer. “The only reason you’re still alive with your brother is because you’ve been useful. But the moment that ceases to be true, the second you become more trouble than you’re worth, one word. One, and I will turn you to dust.  As for your brother, tell him that maybe he should climb off that high horse of his. Ask Dean what he remembers from hell.” 

With that ending he flies away. What Dean remembers? I knew he was lying, oh Dean. I hear wings again. I'm ready to swing this time but it's Cas. “What do you want?” I said as I kept walking as I was still mad at him. “I wanted to make sure you were okay” I can’t believe him “Cas you can't do that, ask if I'm okay when you were about to kill everyone here.” “Our orders –” “Enough with these orders, did you really want to do that?” “Our orders were not to stop the summoning of Samhain, they were to do whatever Dean told us what to do.” what? “It was a test, to see how he would perform under... battlefield conditions, you might say.” “So he failed, you know what if we had to do it all again I'm one hundred percent sure that we would make the same choice. This town these kids that are breathing right now are still here because of my brothers and I.” He looks at me. “You misunderstand me, Y/n, I’m not like you think. I was praying that you guys would choose to save the town.” “I was hoping you would Cas.” 

“These people, they’re all my father’s creations. They’re works of art, and yet, even though you stopped Samhain, the seal was broken and we are one step closer to hell on earth, for all creation. Now that’s not an expression, Y/n, it's literal. Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul?” I smile at him so happy right now. “Of course you can Cas, you can always tell me anything. ""I’m not a… hammer as you say. I have questions, I have doubts. I don’t know what is right and what is wrong anymore.” “Cas it's normal to feel that way, that means you care to stop when someone tells you to kill an entire town.” I finished. He looks up at me and I can see a small smile? “Happy birthday Y/n I'm sorry I don't have a gift for you.”  “That's okay Cas you already gave me the best gift of all. You told me you care.” I look at him.  “Good bye y/n” “Bye Cas”. He flew off and with me having the most happy I've been on my birthday I have in a while.

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That's it hoped you liked it! Excited for the next few chapters we meet Anna. Sorry, this took long some things happened I also went to the SPN convention and Mark Pellegrino gave me a hug!

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[csbenthusiast]

SYNOPSIS: Being bothered about group dates and having your friends meddling in your love life, setting up blind dates, is not something nice. In a moment of weakness and not wanting to go through the same thing again, Y/N has a bright idea: why not go through a fake relationship with her date? It’s going to be beneficial for both of them, right?

a/n: this is my first smau and I’m really excited!! It’s not going to be that long(at least I hope so🥹) and it’s very cliché. I hope it’s enjoyable, though. I’ve been planning this for a while(like since 2021 and it was originally related to my candy love!Castiel🥹). Anyways!! English is not my first language and I’ll be starting college very soon so updates might not be frequent, I’m sorry in advance(I’m also sorry bc I suck at making synopsis)

Pairing: non!idol Choi Soobin x f!reader

Genre: smau with some written chapters, strangers(?) to friends(idiots) to lovers, fake dating, fluff, slice of life, attempt to crack and perhaps angst.

CW: kys+kms jokes, both mc and Soobin are whipped but completely oblivious, members might be out of character lol, profanity((?)swearing tbh I can’t control myself), some parts might get suggestive but there will be a warning if that’s the case! Don’t worry, I don’t write nsfw, mc is shy but that’s not that relevant. If there’s more I’ll ad up here and feel free to warn me if I missed something!!

Featuring: Yeji x Chaeryeong(ITZY), Chaewon(Le Sserafim), Yunjin(Le Sserafim, but she’s mentioned just once or twice😓) and the other txt members

Started: 09/02/2023

Finished:

Status: hiatus

Profiles: champagne problems | TWOba

Chapters:

1. I am an independent woman

2. Purple Hearts to oomf

3. The crushies(sns+written-1.3k)

4. bribe sounds lovely right now

5. The feels

6. You have a nice face

7. Grow some balls

[lanliangsu]

Lysandro y Alexy son noviecitos... en mi corazón ❣️

Links de mi fic en donde son pareja secundaria ✨

[i-am-not-a-super-hero]

So I had time to play and again, here are the answers I chose, in case they’re useful to someone! Once again only in Spanish since that’s the server I play in

Around 1100 – 1200 APs spent

Positive: +     Neutral: /      Negative: -

The outfit costs 195 gols

Regarding the images, if you want the proposal image you won’t be able to get the NSFW one and the other way around, so choose before hand!

Castiel: Eres increíble. No cambiarás nunca, ¿eh?

A.      ¿Por qué iba a cambiar? ¡Es perfecto! (Castiel /, unsure about Lysander’s since I have him at 110)

B.      No será por no haberlo intentado…

C.      ¡Sí, un día se le olvidará la cabeza!

Castiel: ¡Por cierto, a ti no te he saludado!

A.      ¿Y eso? ¿Yo no tengo derecho a un abrazo? (+5)

B.      Bueno, ¡¿y a qué esperas?!

C.      No te preocupes, no hace falta.

Castiel: Aunque en tu caso, (Sucrette), no parece que hayas tenido ocasión para negarte…

A.      Como si pudiera echarte, ahora que ya estás aquí…

B.      ¿Bromeas? Puedes quedarte el tiempo que quieras. (+5)

C.      No te preocupes, aunque hubiera podido elegir, no me habría negado.

(While they’re getting the apples, Candy can choose who to look at)

A.      Only Lys.

B.      Only Cas.

C.      Both. (Castiel +5, unsure about Lysander’s since I have him at 110)

Castiel: Si Crowstorm no se vuelve a poner en marcha…

A.      ¿Quieres hablar de ello? (+5)

B.      ¡Estaría bien que no volvieras a tocar!

C.      ¡Estoy segura de que a Lysandro le encantaría tenerte en la granja! Tiene planes de futuro…

Castiel: Para ver si te gusta, si te apetece que hagamos algo juntos…

A.      Eso no te compromete a nada, Lysandro. Puede ser divertido probar… (+5)

B.      ¿No te parece que sería más sencillo encontrar a alguien que ya estuviera motivado?

C.      ¡Yo podría hacerlo!

Castiel: ¡Así que es la ocasión ideal para volver al escenario los dos!

A.      ¿No deberías haber empezado por ahí? (/)

B.      Pero, ¿has intentado engañarlo tocándole la fibra sensible?

C.      Es cierto que es la ocasión ideal.

Castiel: ¿No es un poco… raro? Poner el nombre del grupo en una canción…

A.      A mí no me lo parece. Al menos, es coherente.(/)

B.      Personalmente, a mí también me parece un poco raro, sí.

C.      Ya se ha hecho antes. No mucho, pero sí. (-5)

(…)

A.      I broke my ties… From a storm of crows

B.      I heard the lies… But I kept my oath (Castiel +5, / or +, unsure about Lysander’s since I have him at 110)

C.      I hope Zack dies… So does Leo

(…)

A.      (Mi mirada va de Lysandro a Castiel sin cesar)

B.      (No puedo apartar la vista de Castiel)

C.      (Soy incapaz de dejar de mirar a Lysandro) (/ or +, unsure since I have him at 110, most likely positive)

Castiel: Pero al final, me alegro mucho al veros juntos.

A.      (Bueno, ya he oído bastante) (for the proposal image)

B.      (Ha habido un silencio. Quizá debería salir…) (for the NSFW image)

 FOR THE NSFW IMAGE: for what I’ve heard, you need to have exactly 75 l’om with Castiel, no more and no less, or else one of them will oppose to the idea. I saw some people that also got the picture with more l’om with Castiel and others that didn’t, so I’m not sure (I had 110 with Lys and 75 with Cas and got the image).

(…)

A.      (Aunque evidentemente, no va a pasar nada con Castiel)

B.      (No tendría nada en contra de un… acercamiento. Si Lysandro estuviera por la labor…) (for the NSFW image)

(…)

A.      (Tengo la impresión de que es el momento ideal para intentar algo nuevo, una nueva experiencia) (for the NSFW image)

B.      (Pero también me pone un poco incómoda, así que mejor que nos vayamos ya a dormir)

(…)

A.      (Y la idea le gusta, y eso me excita aún más) (for the NSFW image)

B.      (Y la idea no le gusta, mejor dar marcha atrás)

 FOR THE PROPOSAL:

Lysandro: Lo recuerdo como si fuera ayer… ¿Te acuerdas de lo que te dije, en aquel momento?

A.      ¿Dijiste algo especialmente memorable?

B.      Me dijiste que estabas encantado de conocerme. (/ or +, unsure since I have him at 110)

C.      Me dijiste que no eras un fantasma.

 And that’s that! mini review:

I actually really liked the chapter, and since Lys and Cas friendship was my favorite in HSL I’m so happy we got to see them spend time together, and even if my dream of Lys officially joining Crowstorm didn’t happen it was nice seeing them both on stage again. Regarding the images, I was shocked when I saw the NSFW one, as I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to happen even if it had been discussed in a server I’m in as something we would love to have but were sure we wouldn’t get. So yeah, definetly wasn’t expecting that Beemoov heard us and made my younger self which didn’t know who to choose between Lys and Cas very happy xD The proposal was soooo cute and romantic and him doing it by distracting Candy via his HSL notebook to surprise her got me, and on God I can’t wait to finally marry Lys after so many years, my heart is crying ;; I wish we got an image of Cas and Lys on stage again, but I understand 3 pictures would have been a lot and I’m not trading none of the one we got xd

In any case, I liked the chapter and I’m looking forward to the rest of boys’ episodes + weddings, I’ll try to post my answers when those come out as well <3