#dean sure liked his men blue-eyed

[drulalovescas]

Dean Winchester had impeccable taste

I mean

[stargazedwinchester]

Soft Sounds | Dean

Summary: Dean mocks you for listening to nature sounds/lo-fi music while you sleep.

Based off of this request here, thank you! <3

Word count: 996

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Sleeping with any sort of noise has always been so comforting for you, having to live with the loud sounds of the world, all of the trauma you've endeavoured keeps you awake at night, memories creeping back from the most horrific times in your life.

You bought yourself your own little white noise machine a week ago, it makes multiple different sounds, and your favourites are lo-fi music and rain/thunder sounds. It's not every night that you have to use this, though, but it really does help. Especially with sleeping alone, your brain loves to play tricks on you during your quietest hours.

Tonight, you turn on your machine, clicking the button on top to change which sound you'd prefer to hear tonight. Your door is slightly ajar, knowing that the brothers were in the kitchen sharing a couple of beers and catching up. You had already told them you're going to have an early night for once and try to catch up on a lot of sleep you've missed out on recently. Doing this could probably help your awful sleep schedule.

You change into your pyjamas, a t-shirt and shorts combo that you threw on from the night before. Trying to look good while you slept is never the first thought since you literally live with two men who couldn't give any less of a crap, also, you're not dating either of them. You climb into bed and throw the covers over you, moving your hair out of your face, and lay on your side. Scrolling through your phone, you try to focus on the sounds coming from your machine, and within minutes, you're knocked out.

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As Sam and Dean call it a night, Sam stays to watch a movie in the main room, whilst Dean makes his way down toward the bedrooms. He notices your bedroom door is still slightly open, and he assumes you're awake.

"Hey, Y/-" He pauses, seeing you're fast out with your phone screen lit up, the lights still on and some noise coming from a weird-looking radio. He frowns, not knowing what is going on. He very quietly makes his way into your bedroom, and locks your phone, placing it on your bedside table. He dims the lights as he pads on over to your radio. "What the Hell is this?" He asks himself, keeping his voice just above a whisper. He glances at the tiny screen that presents what's playing. "She sleeps to this?" He scoffs, and a small grin appears on his face. He looks back at you, huffing. "This is such a Y/N thing to have." He says, standing back up and glancing over at you. Why would she ever own something like this? He thought to himself. It's stupid.

Your positioning in bed makes Dean chuckle to himself. You quite literally take up the whole bed, sprawled out like a starfish. It's mostly funny to him because of how cute you look when you're completely conked out. Your hair in your face, your shirt slightly riding up your torso from the amount of times you've tried to get comfy. "Hold on, is that my shirt?" He laughs quietly, admiring how natural you are.

Dean usually goes for the typical blonde, blue-eyed type of girl. The ones that show that they know they're sexy, that they can get any man they desire, but you - you were different. You never gave a damn about how you looked. If someone liked you, you'd make sure they get every single side of you, every single flaw and weakness. Having Dean see you completely barefaced and look like you just collapsed on your bed was the least of your worries.

Dean's gaze hovers over you for another minute or so, he catches himself smiling, noticing how comfy you are. You shuffle, which scares him a little, panicking that you're going to wake up to him watching you sleep.

"Dean?"

"Y-yeah?" He whispers, taking his hands out of his pockets.

"What are you doing in here?" You groan, wiping your hair out of your face, barely opening your eyes. "I um, heard your little radio thing and... I got curious." He says, an awkward smile appearing on his full lips. He reaches up and scratches the back of his head. You hum quietly in agreement with what he said. Whether Dean understood or not, it didn't matter. "Are you staying?" You mumble, shuffling yourself to the side to make more room. You quietly pat the side of the bed, inviting Dean to join you.

His heart skipped a beat. Sharing a bed with the only girl who genuinely liked him for him? It's almost unbelievable.

"Are you sure? I can go back to my room-"

"Dean, just get in." You say, pulling the covers open for him. His eyes lit up and the smile on his face looked as if it had been slapped on. He takes off his flannel shirt revealing his dark grey t-shirt underneath, and also taking his jeans off down to his underwear. He gently sits down on your bed, ensuring there's still enough space for you. He keeps his space, though, not wanting to give any wrong ideas. "Why were you looking at my machine?" You say, and Dean grins. "It looks weird. Why do you sleep with it?"

"It's to help me sleep."

"It's to help me sleep," He mocks, shutting his eyes. "Just sleep in silence, it's not that hard." He adds, and you huff. "So funny." You grin, slowly moving closer toward him. "It's nice though, really nice..." He trails, his eyes are fully shut, and his body is relaxing. "Come here," He says, adjusting himself so he's lying slightly above you, and you move in to lay on his chest, your leg intertwined with his. He keeps his arm rested above his head, his other hand caressing your hair. "This is nice," He mumbles, almost instantly drifting to sleep.

[gyuzoh]

“풀어 POUR UP” KIM MINGYU—°

summary: bartender kim mingyu, who you have the undeniable hots for— denies your advances due to your promiscuous reputation as seoul’s newest and upcoming hottest female dj.

therefore you make it a mission to prove your god-sculpted eye candy, wrong.

playlist: pour up (dean), you know (jay park, okasian), 2nd thots (jay park), freak like me (camo), btbt (b.i)

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, smoking/vaping, drugs and sex.

next

prologue.

there you stand, the headphones wrapped around your neck were connected to the dj deck as you play one top track after another through the speakers of the nightclub. the flashing of lights making the crowd look like a velocity edit from tiktok as they sway their hips side to side, drunk off the liquor they paid way too much for.

men were by your side, sticking to you like super glue while you played, trying to catch your attention. that only made your ego grow a bit more. you’re not one to lie. you knew you were good looking, and you loved to flaunt it.

however, these men were not your type. they smelled of body odour and their breaths tainted with the stench of alcohol made you hurl inwardly.

you had about 10 minutes left of your set, and by god you wished it would go by quicker. the hot bartender you set your eyes on an hour and a half earlier in the night had caught your attention. the dark brown hair and his high nose bridge that had a beauty spot adorning the tip of it, that man was sculpted by god himself and you wanted a taste of him, so damn bad.

jungkook, a fellow dj and a close friend of yours stands beside you as he pulls out his own usb full of his own playlists. he starts mixing in his own tracks to start his own set as you finish yours, and you pack up your equipment all the while ignoring the ugly men trying to hand you shots of vodka or tequila.

making a bee line to the bar, you whip the long strands of your dark brown hair over your shoulder and fix up your mini dress, making sure to flaunt the beauty spot that adorned the area just below your left clavicle.

as you stand at the bar, you radar the bar for the tall man you were aching for, seeing him finish up with serving the drunken girls swooning over him—too. he walks towards you and asks what you wanted to drink. alize lemonade, you respond and he nods in acknowledgement, picking up the glass bottle of the blue liquor and pouring it oh so sexily into the glass.

there was no way in hell you thought you’d find the action of pouring attractive, yet here you were like a kpop fanatic gawking over his muscles as he made you a drink.

“ten dollars,” he says passing you the drink. you pull out the free drink card you had been gifted by the night clubs manager and held it out for the godly man to retrieve. he reaches his hand out to grab the card, and you place it in his, letting your fingers graze his for a second longer than needed to.

as you do that, you take a look at his name tag that sat on his chest. mingyu.

“hey mingyu,” you say loud enough for him to hear you over the music. he looks up from your touching hands and tilts his head in question to you calling out his name. “can i get your instagram if i tip you?”

it was a bold move, and by god you were begging to just hide in a hole in fear of rejection, though you were never once rejected.

mingyu eyed you up and down, his eyes gazing a second longer on your beauty spot. with a smirk on his face, he revealed the canines he had, his tan skin was glowing in the dimly lit room. he opens his mouth to respond to your question with his own, but before he could even mutter a ‘why should i?’, his blonde co worker calls him over and cuts him off.

inwardly rolling your eyes, you glance towards the high pitched voice of your cockblocker. somi, is what her name tag read.

it’s okay, you still have a few hours before the club closed, and you weren’t in any rush to go home. sharing a glare towards the blonde girls way, you grab your drink and down it, roughly slamming down the glass on the bar before turning and making your way back to the dj booth, ready to initiate plan b.

wait out the next three hours of the night.

mingyu turns towards somi, raising an eyebrow at the sudden call of his name. the blonde girl smiles sweetly at the six foot something boy, showing off her perfect pearly whites.

“nothin’, just thought i’d save you from the hassle of rejecting her,” she says. mingyu raises his brow.

“why would i reject her?” he asks, curiousity evident in his deep voice.

somi shrugs, wiping her hands down on the rag that hung below the house liquor. “she’s pretty well known for toying with a lot of boys, especially those younger than her.”

the blonde girl leans forward to collect the glass you had slammed before strutting away, and placed it in the sink gently. “i’m quite surprised she’s decided to go for an older guy like you.”

“why surprised, have you seen me?” mingyu responds with a smirk on his face. he knew he was hot, he’s reminded every few minutes by the desperate girls who frequent the bar just to throw seductive looks his way in prayers for just one chance. you being one of them.

“i’ve seen all of you, gyu” she answers, a smirk on her face, replicating his own.

you stand outside in the cool breeze, your face flushed from the liquor you had downed. the cigarette in your fingers being thrown to the floor as you step on it. the air was cool but not cold to the point you had to wear three jackets to avoid hypothermia.

you’d decided to wait out the last three hours of the night in hopes you catch mingyu on the way out without being cockblocked.

the club has closed and you stay outside as the crowd dissipates and everyone takes their ubers to their designated homes and hotels.

you hear somi laughing as she exits the club with another man, waving him goodbye. she stands besides you and gives you a small smile which you find incredibly irritating, not a symptom from the alcohol.

you were planning to just ignore her, but she sparks up a conversation with you. “you know, you shouldn’t bother with mingyu.”

you look up from your phone in your hand, blowing out the last of the smoke you had hiding in your mouth. cocking your head to the side, you reply.

“and why shouldn’t i?” you were becoming warm, unsure if it was the alcohol or the anger from this girl telling you what you should or shouldn’t do.

“well for one, he’s not into-“ somi gives you a look up and down, disgust evident on her face, “-whores.”

you gasp, how dare she.

“and two, he’s with me.” you roll your eyes, the liquor you had drank was making it easier for the taller female to rile you up.

you take a step closer towards her, lifting your arm ready to make contact with her cheek, but a larger hand stops yours and pulls you back.

your back is leaned up against a broad chest, and you look up to see who it is.

barely anyone knew you had a brother other than a few close friends. lee heeseung. not only that, but he was incredibly clingy and overprotective of his only older sister.

“who are you to talk to her like that?”

heeseung wraps his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you closer to him, throwing a scowl at somi who had utterly disrespected you.

heeseungs friends walk up behind him and ask if you’re okay, handing you their jackets and assessing the situation. you question why they were here and they respond saying they had just come from dinner and spent the rest of the night out at karaoke, now on their way home.

the door to the night club opens up and mingyu walks out, taking notice of somi and what he assumes to be the dj and her minions picking on his coworker. he takes a stand behind somi, wrapping her with his own jacket, which makes you roll your eyes.

somi smirks at your reaction, before opening her mouth again. “your boy toys?”

wonyoung, one of heeseungs close friends who was stood beside you, walked forward. having heard enough of the conversation that had taken place seconds earlier, she extends her palm, landing a straight hit on the older girls face.

“don’t talk to our older sister like that,” your eyes widen at your brothers girl friend’s feistiness and cover your lips, stifling a laugh.

“wonyoung, it’s fine.” you say, pulling her back to you and your brothers group of friends.

somi looks up to you with a shocked expression, before turning to mingyu and sobbing. you eye him as he babies her and pulls her away, sending a glare your way.

“take your boy toys and their little girlfriends home.” mingyu says.

you scoff in response before turning the other way with your younger brother and his friends, making your way back home. it’s been a long night. a long night of no progress with your eye candy for you.

[angelsdean]

Stars / Touch

<< prev parts: one, two

for @starcrosseddeancas Dreamy Drabble event, prompts for days 3 + 4.

One night in the middle of July, after things had tipped over the line of "just friends" with Lee, the two of them sat out in one of the distant fields at the ranch. They were closing in on the witches next door, staking out the property with binoculars. A ritual was to take place in the coming days and warding would be down to let the sacrificial newcomers into the compound. This would be their window of opportunity to storm the castle, so to speak.

But tonight the witches were dormant, sleeping away in their ruby slippers, and the night hushed around them, drawing them closer, hip-to-thigh, legs stretched out. Lee lay back on his elbows, hat pushed off his brow as he gazed up at the night sky.

"Think there's anything up there?" Lee asked, around the toothpick between his lips.

Dean braced his weight on his palms and tipped his head back. Above the sky opened up, glittering and magnificent. There were few things that really punched the breath out of him these days, but a star-studded sky sure was a humbling sight. He felt so small under it. That feeling—it stirred at something—

Lee knocked their shoulders together, jostling up and over in a quick move that flattened Dean to the grass. "C'mon," he laughed, getting up in Dean's face, "Tell me, Dean, is there life on Maaars?" he singsonged in a disgraceful imitation of Bowie, a reference to the other night at the local bar where Lee had roped Dean into joining him for a round of karaoke to that very song. They'd been very drunk and very happy and so naturally, they made utter fools of themselves.

Dean rolled his eyes, pushing Lee's laughing face away. "Shut up."

Lee acquiesced and flopped back down on the ground beside Dean. "But really, you ever think about what's out there?"

"I dunno," Dean said, honest and small. "With our job, the things we've seen, I guess I feel like if there were anything else out there we'd know by now by now. We'd probably have to kill it."

"So no little green men?" Lee teased. Dean huffed a short laugh, shaking his head. "Not even, I don't know, angels?"

Dean's breath hitched. That stirring feeling churned faster. Angels. Angels. It touched a memory. No, a dream. His blue-eyed dream. There was something more, just out of reach. A name. It slipped away from view like clouds rushing in to obscure the moon.

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[trenchcoatimpala]

Atonement

The air was colder. Dean didn’t mind. He liked the feeling of the wind biting at his skin, like a starved animal gnawing on a bone. It was no less than he deserved. He wasn’t exactly the poster boy for good decisions, but he really fucked up this time. There was a feeling in his gut, like he’d swallowed lead, and he felt lightheaded; nauseous. It wasn’t like he hadn’t screwed up before, but this time was just… different. 

Cas was God-knows-where and Dean missed him, Goddammit. He missed him and he was stupid because he couldn’t ever ask for what he wanted knowing that if he did he would never stop. He hadn’t expected to get as drunk as he had, just like he hadn’t expected the blue-eyed stranger with dark brown hair to eye him up. 

Dean was pretty good at keeping his attraction to men on the down low. Or at least, he thought he was. But when that man had approached him, Dean’s aching heart had reached for him and that was it. He was stupid for feeling guilty about hooking up with some random guy in some random bar off some random highway, but he did. 

It wasn’t like he and Cas were together, in fact Cas probably wouldn't even bat an eye at Dean’s actions. But it still felt like cheating. Dean hadn’t been with a guy since Sam was at Stanford, way before he even knew Cas. He’d had his fair share of hookups with women, hell he’d fucking lived with Lisa, but this time, because it was a guy, it was different. It was like he fucked up something he didn’t even know he was waiting to have. He wasn’t saving himself for Cas or anything, obviously that bridge was well and crossed, but since meeting Cas he hadn’t wanted to be with another guy. Now that he had it felt like he was getting over Cas. 

He didn’t want to get over Cas.

He didn’t want to go back to letting some schmuck in a bar bat their eyes at him and have him on his knees in the bathroom ten minutes later. That wasn’t the kind of guy he was. Not anymore, anyway. And that wasn’t what tonight was either, but he could see himself falling back into the pit, if only to keep himself from climbing out, because it was safer that way.

What he felt for Cas, he’d never felt for anyone before. It scared him as much as it excited him. For so long he’d thought he was broken, that he was never going to be able to love someone, but then Cas walked into his life in a shower of sparks and now… well, now he was in fucking love. And he fucked it up by being a desperate drunk looking for any kind of contact with another nameless drunk in another nameless bar. Whoopdee fucking do. 

So yeah, he deserved the fucking cold. He deserved to have forgotten his jacket on the backseat of his chair in that stupid bar. He deserved for Cas to personally smite him for breaking whatever the fuck they had in the first place. Because after what he did, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to look at Cas again without shame boiling in his blood. 

Cas wouldn’t know. There was no way he could. He didn’t do that mind meld thing unless Dean let him. But the guilt would probably eat at him, and he’d be able to endure it for a while, possibly years, but eventually he wouldn’t be able to do it anymore. 

He felt dirty, like he’d just gone ten rounds in some trucker's backseat instead of the comfort of a random guy’s apartment. Maybe that was it. The fact that he’d let the guy bring him to his apartment, let him take him apart slowly, like they were actually… something. And he’d been eager to do it, so eager he forgot his fucking jacket. It didn’t feel like a hookup with a stranger, it felt familiar. Dean had killed lots of things, been face to face with Gods and demons and the full wrath of Heaven, but none of that had him trembling in fear like this. 

Dean would never see the guy again, but he was certain he would never forget him either. The blue-eyed man who had looked at him kindly, who had loved him tenderly, who wasn’t Cas, would plague him for the rest of his pitiful life. And there it was, under the fear was revelation. He’d wanted the first person to look at him like he was worth something, to touch him without recoiling like they’d been burned, to see him not as something to be fixed but as something to be cradled gently, knowing that his box was just marked ‘fragile, handle with care’’, to be Cas. 

The man in that bar had shown him more tenderness than Dean had ever thought he’d deserved, and certainly more than he’d ever gotten from a one night stand. That was what was eating at him. He’d allowed someone else to start to stitch him back together, to close the gaping holes in his ravaged mind, to make him feel like more than just a warm body that was the latest in a long line. 

It was supposed to be Cas, only Cas. He wasn’t supposed to let anyone else in. He’d failed. And letting the bitter December air claw away parts of his barely protected core was the least he could do to atone for giving away the one thing he wasn’t supposed to let anyone but Cas have.

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Fourth day of sharing our favorite aro/ace/demi fics!

Part 6

Just Your Heart, In Exchange For Mine by noxsoulmate [Mature, 46K, Demi!Cas]

Dean owns a bakery and Castiel loves his pie. This could be such a cute little bakery love story – if it weren’t for the fact that one was a retired hunter and the other one a powerful witch. There’s also the matter of the black little cat Dean finds in front of his bakery one cold and rainy night. Not to forget the crazy witch on the loose, ripping out other witches’ hearts.

As The Clock Ticks by bideanie [General, 2,3K, Aro!Dean, Aro!Cas]

The timer on Dean’s arm is supposed to bring him happiness and excitement, but instead, it brings dread. While everyone else is looking forward to the day they meet The One and live happily ever after, Dean is counting the seconds until he has to break someone’s heart and tell them he doesn’t want a soul mate.

A Soliloquy for Two by Inferification [Mature, 9,8K, Ace!Dean]

In the year 2502AD, Dean Winchester escapes the clutches of the medical research company Revelation Industries and its director, Alastair, with an angel calling itself Castiel stuck in his head. As he flees Alastair, he works on a way to get Castiel a body of his own, preferably the one with huge, black wings that he came from, while battling with himself to regain some semblance of normalcy. He recruits Charlie, his long-time friend, and Benny, the customized AI of his spaceship, a Beta-Class 2Y5-IMPALA, to help him on his mission across space.

Kindred Spirits by Liron [General, 887, Ace!Dean, Ace!Cas]

Castiel goes to an aro/ace group meeting for the first time. He meets other people who are like him. They're all nice, but the group leader Dean catches his eye the most.

Loose Lips & Bucket Lists by NikkiSage [Teen, 114K, Demi!Cas]

The only thing worse than Dean’s disastrous business trip was having fly back home afterwards. At least the airport stocked good whiskey, and by some fluke Dean got upgraded from claustro-hell to first class. The handsome, blue-eyed passenger next to him was also a perk, especially since he didn’t mind talking Dean through his flight anxiety when the plane hit turbulence. And it worked… until the plane plummeted from the sky. Positive that he’s a dead man, Dean found himself confessing his deepest secrets to Blue Eyes. Everything from his shady childhood to his closeted sexuality. But the real kicker is that they DIDN’T crash. Which meant Dean told a nameless stranger his greatest secrets. The last thing Dean expected was to run into Blue Eyes again, but a surprise inspection from the company’s CFO, Castiel Shurley, brought the man back into his life. Turned out the guy he spilled his guts to? That’s his boss. To Dean’s amazement, Castiel is interested in him despite his troubled past, and the more time they spend together, the more Dean realizes that they aren’t so different. Even though their plane landed, it feels like the two men are still falling.

a human heart by sharkfish [Mature, 3,2K, Demi!Cas]

Dean is crass, obnoxious, imprecise, has very little understanding of boundaries, and Cas really, really likes him. He can’t pinpoint the moment Dean went from a thinking agent who only existed to make sure nothing goes wrong in space to an emotional agent who tells Cas to go fuck himself and storms out after a disagreement — as much as a visage made of light can storm out — but it seems feelings have been the ghost in the machine all along.

Aesthetics verse by bloodandcream [Explicit, 12,4K, Aro!Dean, Ace!Cas]

Then Cas happened to his life. And holy Shit but Cas was a force of fucking nature.

Love's Touch verse by angelofthequeers [Teen, 4K, Ace!Dean, Aro!Cas]

'It's just like clockwork. Go to a bar, find a woman who's attractive enough, chat her up and then sleep with her. It's what Dean's been doing since he was old enough to understand just how sex works.' In which all Dean wants is to feel close to someone. Ace!Dean who is sex-indifferent, along with ace!Cas.

[asmutwriter]

You Saved Me (Part 3)

DESCRIPTION: (Season 1) You get attacked in the car park. Managing to fight them off but not wanting to risk other people getting hurt you team up with Dean and his younger brother Sam

A/N - Just to confuse you all, where I am rewriting the ‘You Saved Me’ story I decided to put this part as part 3 (it used to be part 4)

WORD COUNT: 2585

From Beginning / Previous / Next / Master List  

WARNINGS: blood, swearing, mild violence, guns, talk of pregnancy

DISCLAIMERS 

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

TWO YEARS LATER

You finish your shift. Locking up the pub as you head out to your car. You fumble with your keys. Then you hear a noise. You look around you. Nothing. You unlock your car. Getting in you check the back seat straight away. Looking around you again before turning on the engine. Turning on the headlights you see a woman standing before you. Her stomach covered in blood. You hesitantly get out of your car “miss, are you ok?” no answer. You feel behind you. Reaching into your pocket you grab out your knuckle dusters. Putting them on. You walk over to her, careful of trying not to scare her. 

“You have to help me” she begs. Tears staining her cheeks as you nod slightly

“How do you need help?” she points behind you. You turn. A man holding a machete. “Oh fuck” he swings at you as you duck. Bringing your fist up and punching into his stomach. He chuckles as he grabs you. Knocking your head against the car door. You collapse to the floor. The man lifting up his machete. Ready to take another swing at you. You duck down. Feeling the air hitting the top of your head as it swings into your car door. You grab the arm. Hearing him cry out as the silver of your knuckle duster hits his skin. He moves away from you. You stand up. The bleeding woman no longer near you as you run back inside the pub. You lock the front door after you. Pulling out your phone you call the cops “Hello. Yes I just got attacked”

SAM AND DEAN POV

“Where are we heading?” Sam queries his brother

“I found something. Three woman have been killed in the parking lot at this pub. All within the past two months. Forensics say it was from a machete or large blade of some kind”

“Ok, and? That doesn’t sound like it concerns us”

“Two woman where attacked. Same details. Person trying to hack them to death. But one of the girls says that before the man showed up she saw a woman. When she tried to talk to her she disappeared into thin air. Not a trace to be seen” the younger brother nods

“So what? Ghosts?” the older nods

“That’s what I’m thinking”

“When was the last attack?”

“Last night” he points “attacked a young woman who works in this pub. She rung the police and gave them a statement but I figured we could ask her a few more questions”

YOUR POV

“I still think you should go home” your friend says as you walk around the shop with her “I can buy you milk and stuff. You need to rest”

“I’m fine. It’s just a small flesh wound”

“You got attacked by a psychotic killer. Doctors say you need to rest” you chuckle slightly. 

“I let you drive me here right?”

“Yeah? So?”

“So that’s me resting. If I wasn’t taking my healing process seriously I would’ve driven myself” she rolls her eyes. You getting all your shopping and head back to her car. Letting her drive you home. You see a car parked in your driveway. Parked behind yours. You get out your friends car. Walking up to the impala as you hold a couple of bags. Your friend joining you

“You have visitors”

“Apparently so” you walk to the front door. Two men standing by your door. A long haired man with blue eyes hits the shorter man. He turns around. Quickly putting what looks like a lock picking kit into his pocket. You chuckle softly to yourself as you see the man you know all too well. Dean. You smile at them both

“How may I help you gentlemen?”

“Are you the woman who got attacked yesterday?” the blue eyed one asks

“I don’t think she wants to talk to reporters about it” your friend says. They both pull out an FBI badge. 

“We aren’t reporters” blue eyed man says

“I already gave my statement. What do you guys want to know?” Dean smiles at you as he meets your eyes.

“Anything you can remember about the incident that we might like to know?” the emphasis on the word ‘we’ implies both the men are hunters. Undercover. You look at your friend

“I’ll be ok. You go home”

“What will you do about Anna?”

“I’ll go pick her up from school. It’s not far and I think driving will do me good”

“I strongly disagree with that statement. I think driving with a head injury is a bad idea”

“I’m fine. I’ll be fine. I’ll ring you if I need anything. But I need to talk to these two detectives” she nods. Putting down the bags of shopping before walking away. You unlock your front door “Bring the bags in with you please” you place the ones you are holding down in the hallway. They follow you in. Bringing in the shopping and also placing it down. “Drink either of you?” they shake their heads as you lean against the counter “Are you both in the same business?” Dean nods

“This is my brother Sam” you smile at him

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Rose” you look at the older brother “What is it that tried to kill me then?” 

“We don’t know yet. Still trying to figure that part out”

“Wait you’re a hunter?” Sam says. You shake your head

“No. I don’t seek things out to kill them. But I am aware of the monsters that lurk in the shadows” you chuckle slightly. “I’ve hunted before. But I’m not a hunter if that makes sense” he nods slightly

“Can you tell us about what happened?”

“No idea. I just know I was getting into my car when I saw a woman. Bloody stomach. I got out to help her. It’s a good thing I have good reflexes otherwise I’d have been decapitated”

“By the woman?”

“No by the man. The woman seemed to be wanting help. Not trying to hurt me. The guy seemed like he wanted my head on a stick” you pause, looking around your kitchen “I’ve not seen anything like this before. I thought it was a ghost but it didn’t disappear with iron. Silver seemed to injure it though”

“Likely be something else then”

“So how are we stopping it?”

“There is no we in this. It’s us two. You are staying here” Dean says

“No I’m helping you kill this thing”

“No you aren’t”

“It tried to decapitate me. I’m not going to just sit and let you two do the killing for me. I want my revenge on this fucker”

“Rose. No” Dean motions at the door “We’ll do some more research and let you know when it’s safe” him and Sam start to walk away

“I can be bait”

“What?” they stop and look at you

“I can be bait. I hurt it. It likely wants revenge on me. Also we know I’m its target audience. Young female. No offence but you two don’t seem to fit that dynamic” they look down at themselves then nod slightly

“She has a point Dean. I don’t like it anymore then you do but it’s the best shot we got” you smile at them both

“Cool. Let me call my babysitter. Then I’ll see you boys at the car park”

“No. We heard your friend. We’ll pick you up” you roll your eyes

“Fine. Around 7? Although the monster seemed to come out later it seems less suspicious for on lookers if I say I went out at 7 then if I said I was going out at 11”

They pick you up, after you confirm its ok with your sitter. They drive you back to their hotel room. You go and sit down. “What’s the plan then?”

“You stay in your car. We’ll deal with the other stuff”

“You want me to sit still and wait for this thig to come and hope you kill it before it kills me?”

“Pretty much”

“At least give me a weapon”

“No”

“I’d have brought my own but I don’t have silver bullets. Assuming that’s what you’re going to use to kill this thing” they look at each other “Come on you guys. Give me a chance” you chuckle slightly “You two don’t trust me. Or don’t like me. It’s one of the two” Sam sighs. Grabbing a small dagger out and handing it to you

“It’s made of silver. Only attack if it attacks you. Got it?”

“I got it” you wiggle it slightly before putting it into your pocket. 

You drive to the destination. Getting there about 7:30. The three of you wait in the car until around 1am. You see the people leaving the pub. Customers and workers. Your hand inside your jacket, gently stroking the handle of the blade with your thumb as you watch them all come and go. Waiting in the impala as the last person leaves. You watch as they lock up. They walk to their car. Getting in it and driving away. 

“We won’t be far. Wait in the car. Got it?” Dean says to you. You nod. Watching as him and his brother get out. You wait. And wait. Nothing. For about 45 minutes you’re sat waiting. You’re about to give up and get out when you see her. The girl with the bloody stomach. Nothing else happens. She just stands and looks at you for 10 minutes. You look around. No maniacs with swords or axes. You take a breath. Opening the car door you step out. Slowly approaching her. 

“Miss?” you keep a sharp eye around you. Watching every shadow and movement as you get close to her. She smiles softly at you. Pointing at your stomach.

“It’s a girl...” she whispers. 

“What?” she looks at you. Her eyes filled with a slight sadness

“You didn’t know?” She points behind you. Letting out a scream. You turn. The guy from the night before. Swinging down his blade. You move backwards. Hearing the metal of the weapon hit the ground. Letting out a horrific clanging noise. You turn. The lady had disappeared. He goes to swing again. You put your arms up as a means to protect yourself when you hear a gunshot. Watching as blood starts to come out of a wound in his chest. You move backwards. Watching as he falls to the floor. Dropping the blade as he turns to dust. Dean rushes over to you. 

“Are you ok?” he gently touches your arm as Sam joins you both. You hug the older brother. Wrapping your arms around him. Feeling him gently rest his hand on your back as you hug him tightly. “Wow you might break me with a hug that tight” you chuckle. Pulling away you go over and pick up the blade. Sam looks at you then at his brother

“This might be a very personal question but... are you single?” you laugh

“Odd question” you run a hand through your hair before placing your hands in the front of your jeans pockets “I am. Not really in the mood for a hook up though big boy. Maybe a different time. When I’ve not been nearly killed” he chuckles, smiling at your words slightly 

“No that’s not... are you pregnant?” you laugh

“In any other situation if you asked me that question I’d have slapped you so hard” you chuckle slightly. Looking down “I don’t know. The ghost woman said ‘it’s a girl’ in a creepy tone as she pointed at my stomach. So possibly” you look at him “Why all these questions suddenly?”

“It’s just that I did some research. To figure out what it was that we were up against. In a couple of cultures there are monsters that hunt down pregnant woman who are pregnant with a child conceived outside of marriage”

“And you think...?” you point at where the man was as he nods

“I think he attacked pregnant woman. The ghost lady you saw with blood on her stomach. Be from where he ripped out her baby”

“Delightful” a grip on the machete as you practice swinging it. “You know I feel like this is a new way of a pregnancy test. Who needs to pee on a stick when you can get a ghost or monster to do it for free!” you say sarcastically and over enthusiastic. They both chuckle as you examine the sword “mind if I keep this?”

“Not at all” you spin it in your hand before smiling to yourself. “Your dagger” you grab the small blade from your pocket and hand it back to Sam “thanks for saving my life” 

“We’ll drive you back home” you nod and smile. The three of you going back to the car. You get in the back seat. As Dean starts the engine you see her. The bloody woman. You pretend not to see her as you look down. Waiting for them to drive out the car park. You turn backwards. Watching her walking out into the road and watching the car as they drive you back to your house

The next day. Well, next night you sit in the car park. Your daughter in the backseat. Sound asleep. You watch as the workers and customers come out of the pub. Waiting until they have all left before you get out. Locking the car door and going more central. Keeping an eye on your car as you call out “if there are any spirits with me, make yourselves known”. Nothing. “I want to talk to the woman I saw yesterday. Please. I’m not here to hurt you. I just want to chat”

“You called...” a soft voice says behind you. You turn. The woman with the bloody stomach stands before you. You smile at her

“Hello. I’m Rose"

“I’m... I- I can’t remember... Sorry” you keep your smile soft as you talk to her

“I think it’s time you moved on. Don’t you?”

“I don’t want to... he’s waiting for me”

“Who is?”

“My baby’s father”

“I’m sorry. I really am. But he’s not coming”

“But I-”

“Your name is Mary Wood. You died here 10 years ago. During this month. Your baby daddy got killed in a car accident when he was on the drive to meet you here”

“No...” she whispers. Tears appearing in her eyes

“But there is a way you can be with him again” you gently take her hands in yours. Cold hands against your warm skin. “If you move on with your life then you can be free from this place. Be with him in heaven. Him and your child” she shakes her head, shutting her eyes as tears fall down her cheeks

“Who are you? Why are you telling me this?”

“I Rose Marsh. I’m here to help you”

“But why?”

“Because it’s what I do” she nods. 

“You promise me he’s in heaven?” you nod. Smiling at her

“Hess waiting for you. You can be with him again” you smile as she nods. Sitting down on the ground you watch as she turns into an almost light. A beacon. Disappearing before your eyes. “Rest your soul Mary. I hope you find peace” you go back to your car. Getting in the driver’s seat and heading back home. Putting Anna into her bed you get into your own bed.

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[self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2]

Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 07x17 The Born-Again Identity

“It’s like a buttercup for your butthole - the fudge pop” “Were they trying to get themselves canceled with all these dick jokes?” “Is this about magicians? That guy looks like he’s from Vegas” “I’ve been there. It’s rough” “Maybe the drugs aren’t illegal” laughter “what the fuck” “I used to hate Lucifer so much, but he’s growing on me” “Oh yeah” “like 12 days. Oh close enough” “what the fuck” then laughter

“A locked floor? Does that exist?” “What’s up with the psych wards always being shitholes?” “Imagine trying to eavesdrop on this conversation as a doctor. Dean’d get locked up too” “ice summit beer” “I think they were talking about coors light. The mountains are blue so you know it’s cold’ “She likes a man who can swallow” “Why would he want to kill Sam, though?” “Or is he just trying to get him to say yes or something?” “I don’t know what’s going on” “Goddammit. I’m eating cheese over here” “oh hello” “All red heads in psych wards are trouble” “wouldn’t that be what’s weird about him?” “Way to scare the hottest chick in the psych ward off, Sam” “grippy socks vacation” “He should have seen that coming” ASS

“Oh my” “The fuck is going on? We haven’t seen him in like a year” “Hello. I’m the blue-eyed devil” “hmmm” “I don’t think my eyes are even that blue” “yeah little susie” laughter

“This is fkn awesome” “I feel like I was way more annoyed with Lucifer the first time around” “You do get sick of Lucifer after a while” “Why is he lighting firecrackers? Why not use the little popping things” “I feel like they wanted the one thing but had the other thing and just went with it” “I’m super confused” “Cas is dead? Did they reuse Misha?” “what the fuck” “oh sure. That’s where I go to find naked men” “Does anybody feel like a bad person?” “That’s what they all say” She’s got really pretty hair for being in the psych ward

“I’m waiting for her to show off those knee-high grippy socks” “kinda fucked” “Does Dean not recognize Cas?” “This dude”

Dude, Dean recognizes Cas, but Cas doesn’t recognize Dean

“I’m starting to get that from his eyes”

“Shot for Cassiano” “Pucker up buttercup” “He told Cas to sit tight so the angel is the buttercup. Dean is the fudge pop” “Don’t get cocky. That’s how you lose your knife” “What’s the big reveal here?” “Her voice is so cool” “kay” “Don’t yank too hard. You might stab yourself” “Oh he’s not gone” “She’s a different flavor” “Do we ever see what Cas sees?” “These are some rubber boat shoes dude” “She must be wearing some shit of her brother’s? Isn’t it a bracelet?” “This is really funny for 2 psych ward patients to talk about this. Like trust me, It’s a ghost” 🎶weed smoking psych ward🎶

Laughter

Laughter “he’s just like that in real life, too” “being locked up does that to people” “This is some real psych ward shit right there” laughter

“You with me bro?” “He’s five/six days in now? He’s not with anybody” “That’s about how far you get without starting to see that rats and shadow things” “Fkn public school man” “double dipping fudge pop” laughter

“That was a good line. I didn’t pick up on that” “Is the tree topper actually a top?” Dean kept Cas’s coat in every car they switched

“Oopsie” “I mean if it’s dusty, you can whip it out and make a sandstorm. Then you can watch Lucifer dance in a sandstorm” “that’s cool lookin’” “Is he choking down Lucifer or something?” laughter “what the hell” “not really” “what”

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Green is My Favorite Color Ch. 11

Series Summary: Dean has been her hero from childhood, can she ever get him to be more?

Pairings: Dean x OFC

Warnings: Angst, some fluff, hospital setting, talk of injuries.

Word Count: 3,395

Chapter Summary: What will happen for Julie and Dean when she wakes up?

A/N:  The eleventh chapter in a longer series. As I’m writing, the story is stretching out a little and I’m thinking it’s going to be at least 20 chapters. Sorry! 😬 It’s what I’ll call cannon adjacent. It will follow the general storylines through the seasons, but I’m creating my own offshoots. 😊

A/N 2: I'm SO sorry this chapter was two weeks in coming. RL got all up in my face! LOL! The next chapter should be up by the end of this coming week. I hope chapter 11 was worth the wait even though it's a bit short. I know for sure the next chapter will be pretty long, so I figured I wouldn't tire you out with this one! 😉

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Julie's eyelids felt heavier than lead as she tried to force them open. The room was dim, but still bright to her exhausted eyeballs. They felt grainy and dry, but she finally managed to keep them open long enough to take in her surroundings.

She was in a bed.

She looked down at her chest to see the countless tubes and wires that were connected to her.

Check that - she was in a hospital bed.

She looked passed the end of her bed, to her right, and saw Sam's very long frame scrunched up on a tiny, two person, blue vinyl, hospital couch.

It made her smile.

Then at the foot of her bed were two wooden chairs, covered in more vinyl, yellow and orange this time. One of the chairs held a dozing Bobby, his hat over his eyes and his mouth open slightly, a light snore issuing from it.

The other chair held a man in a tan trench coat, staring at the floor. She didn't recognize him, but there was a sort of vague familiarity there that she couldn't put her finger on.

Sitting beside her on her left, was Dean.

His hand was pushed through the side rail of the bed so it rested over hers. He sat upright in what looked like the world's most uncomfortable chair, the blue vinyl that covered parts of the arms and back was cracked and tufts of white stuffing were sticking out.

He couldn't possibly be comfortable, and yet he was sleeping. Maybe he was just exhausted Julie reasoned, since there were dark purple circles under his eyes and his cheeks looked sunken and pale. He had what looked like several days worth of beard covering his face and Julie found she wanted to reach up and run her fingers through it.

As she shifted her hand under his, intending to do just that, his eyes sprung open and then widened in shock.

"Jules." he whispered. Then he shouted, "Jules!"

The other three men jumped to their feet, Sam's legs a little rubbery under him after being constricted for so long.

"Sam, go get the doctor." Dean shouted at him and Sam nodded, his deep dimples showing in his wide grin as he dashed out the door.

Julie shook her head, overwhelmed by all the faces staring at her in expectation. She gave a kind of feeble wave.

"Hi." she said, lamely.

But Dean was beaming down at her like she'd just given the most rousing of speeches. Bobby was surreptitiously wiping away tears and the handsome blue-eyed man at the end of the bed gave her a small smile and a nod.

He continued to be familiar, his identity just out of reach. Dean saw her staring at him and smiled.

"Oh, yeah. Guess you guys haven't officially met. Cas, this is Julie. Jules, this is Cas."

Julie remembered suddenly where she recognized him from. He'd been with Bobby and Sam when they came to fight the angels.

"Angels." Julie whispered.

It all came rushing back to her memory and she closed her eyes, her breath catching as the fear and terror came rushing back to her.

Dean leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead. "It's okay, Jules. You're safe now." Before he could say anything more, the doctor came in, with a bright smile on her face.

"Good morning, Ms. Taylor. I'm Dr. Doshi." She said with a hint of a musical Indian accent lilting her words. "We've been a little worried about you. You've had quite the room full of champions here these last few days." she said, indicating the four very large men taking up most of the room.

"Days?" Julie asked, shocked.

"Yes." The doctor said as she pushed her way in between Dean and the bed, paying no mind to his hulking presence or his refusal to move.

She looked at the machines that were beeping around Julie and wrote on the clipboard she carried before tucking it under her arm and laying her hand on Julie’s shoulder.

"It was almost three days ago that you were mugged and stabbed. Do you remember what happened?"

Julie looked at Dean and he smiled. "Oh, um...no, I'm sorry. I don't remember much of anything."

The doctor nodded and smiled kindly again, patting her and moving off to the other side of the bed to mark down numbers from those blinking and beeping machines.

"Not to worry, my dear. That's very common when someone suffers a trauma as you did. It may come back to you slowly, or it may not come back at all. But for now the most important thing is that you continue to rest and improve."

She moved to the foot of the bed and hung the clipboard there. "You had a puncture to your spleen and had emergency surgery to remove it. You shouldn't worry about the loss, since your liver will take over for most of the functions your spleen carried out."

Julie just nodded feeling as though her head might split from the sheer amount of data being processed by her brain.

"You lost a lot of blood, and we were quite concerned for some time about the excessive internal bleeding you’d suffered. You also had an infection take hold at the site of the wound, but you seem to be coming along nicely now. Your vitals are good, and you're awake which is a very big sign of improvement."

The doctor turned to the men. "Now gentlemen, against all the rules of the hospital, I have given you permission to stay here while Ms. Taylor's condition was so unstable. But I'm afraid now, I must insist that you go get a proper night's sleep for yourselves, eat food, and return tomorrow when visiting hours begin."

The others nodded reluctantly, but Dean sat back on the uncomfortable chair. "No, I'm gonna stay here."

Dr. Doshi smiled sweetly, but her voice was like steel. "No, Mr. Winchester, you will not stay here. You will leave with your friends and let Ms. Taylor rest. She is only going to sleep now, anyway."

Julie turned her head to Dean in time to see him give the little doctor the most withering stare he could muster up. "Yes, and when she wakes up, I will be here."

"Dean." Julie admonished quietly. But she needn't have bothered. Dr. Doshi was not impressed with or bothered by his steely demeanor.

"You will be here in the morning when visiting hours begin, at seven AM."

The doctor stared at the hunter, never losing her smile, but never giving an inch either. Clearly Dean was not the first stubborn patient or family she'd dealt with and she would brook no nonsense.

Finally her eyes softened slightly and she leaned forward to pat Dean's hand. "I promise we'll take good care of her, haven't we so far?"

Dean nodded, begrudgingly.

Dr. Doshi nodded back. "And so now I must insist that you don't make yourself our next patient. Please go take care of yourselves." she said, looking around and including the other three men in her concern.

Dean caved. Orders and commands he could fight, but he got awkward when someone showed concern for him, and he never really knew how to act.

"Fine." he said quietly. "Can I have two minutes?"

Dr. Doshi nodded as she turned away. "Just two and no more." Dean rolled his eyes.

Bobby and Sam came and gave her a hug telling her they'd be back first thing. Cas shook her hand a little stiffly and patted Dean on the shoulder as he left.

Dean looked down at her and suddenly the room was very empty and quiet. Julie smiled at him, completely unsure how to act now that they were alone. She was so tired and her mind was still swimming with everything it was trying to process.

Seeming to understand, Dean just leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek before he pulled back and took her hand.

"I'll go and let you sleep. I just wanted to let you know that you'll be safe. Cas branded your ribs."

Julie's eyes got wide. "He did what?"

Dean smiled. "It's an Enochian sigil. It will keep you hidden from the angels. Cas carved it into your ribs, it's what he did for me and Sam."

His eyes got dark, and Julie could see guilt rear up in his expression. "God, Jules, I'm so sorry. I should have sent Cas to you a long time ago to hide you from them. It was so careless...so..." he broke off, his jaw clenched.

"Dean, don't." Julie said, tears coming to her eyes.

She wasn't sure why she was crying. Maybe it was just the culmination of everything that had happened, or maybe it was her sadness at knowing that no matter what she said, Dean wouldn't let go of bearing the guilt for what had happened. Whatever the reason, tears spilled down her cheeks and Dean shook his head.

"Don't cry, Sweetheart." He let go of her hand and reached into his jacket pocket.

"Here. Maybe you could use this again." He said as he opened his hand to show her what he’d pulled out.

Hanging from a thin piece of black cloth was her cherished silver talisman. He tied the delicate cloth around her wrist like a bracelet.

Instead of ending her tears like Dean had hoped, her sobs increased.

Dean was immediately contrite. "Jules, this...it was supposed to help!"

Julie laughed through her tears. "It does. Really." She reached up for him and he immediately leaned down to her so she wouldn't have to stretch.

She pulled him in for a kiss that was meant to be quick, but turned heated and extended as soon as her lips met his. Ten months of wanting his mouth on hers made it very difficult to stop or pull away.

But the sound of a throat being cleared pulled them apart. In the doorway, Dr. Doshi stood and tapped her watch without saying anything. Dean growled slightly, and Dr. Doshi smiled back.

With one more wholly unsatisfying peck on the lips, Dean stood up. "I'll be back first thing." Dean promised.

Julie nodded and brushed away the last of her tears and smiled. "I'll be here."

Dr. Doshi moved out of the doorway as Dean pushed passed her. "Doctor." He acknowledged with a tight smile.

"Mr. Winchester."

The next morning Julie was sitting up drinking a cup of coffee from her breakfast tray when she heard Dean’s voice.

“It’s five friggin’ minutes! Are you kidding me?” He wasn’t exactly yelling, but he could definitely be heard.

Julie heard the muffled and significantly quieter voices of the nurses, but couldn’t make out their response.

“So what if she is sleeping? Do you think I’m gonna go in there with a fucking brass band and wake her up? I just want to go into her room.” He seemed to realize he was contradicting his claim of being able to be quiet, and his voice got low enough that she could no longer hear him.

But he must have won the fight because shortly thereafter he was quietly opening her door and peaking inside. When he saw her sitting up finishing her breakfast, he scowled out the open door. “She’s eating breakfast, and you’re telling me you didn’t know if she was awake?”

He rolled his eyes and tried to slam the door, but it was on hydraulics and couldn’t be slammed. He settled for scowling his way over to her bedside, cup of coffee in hand.

“Good morning!” Julie said, extra chipper. “Sounds like your morning is off to a great start!” She gave him an overly cheery smile and he returned it with an incredibly sarcastic one.

“They weren’t going to let me in because visiting hours didn’t start for another five minutes. Can you believe that? Why are they so against visitors here?” He handed over the coffee he held and took the plastic cup out of her hand.

“Here, this will be much better.” He said, setting the hospital coffee down on her breakfast tray.

Julie took a sip and let out a grateful groan. It was delicious and was once again made perfectly to her preferences.

Magic.

She pushed her breakfast tray out of the way and scooted her legs over a little, patting the bed, so Dean would sit down.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he sat.

Julie shrugged. “Not bad. They gave me a lot of painkillers, so I slept pretty good.” She dangled the charm on her wrist and smiled. “And of course, I had this.”

Dean smiled back, but it was short lived. “Jules...” he began and Julie knew what he was going to say before he said it.

“I’m so sorry. I never thought…I mean, I knew how badly Zachariah wanted me to say yes, and I knew what he was willing to do to us, to me and Sam, to make it happen, I just didn’t think he’d go so far as to hurt someone completely innocent and uninvolved.”

He shook his head. “But I should have known. I should have realized how fanatical he was. I should have had Cas ward you a long time ago. It’s just…” He closed his eyes tightly. “I spend so much time actively trying not to think about you, that I…” He trailed off and opened his eyes again.

“Jules, I’m so sorry. I can't ever...” his voice was too choked to finish his thought.

Julie shook her head and reached out her hand toward him. He took it and trapped it between both of his. “Please, don’t apologize, Dean. And don’t feel guilty. You didn’t do this to me, and it's not your fault." Julie tried to bolster him with a grin. "You did, however, end the guy who did, so...thanks!”

Dean nodded absently and Julie knew he wasn’t going to let go of the blame. “Yeah,” he said with a smile, “I managed it with a pretty amazing assist from this newbie hunter. You shoulda seen her.”

Julie blushed a little, but before she could respond, Cas pushed open the door. “Dean.”

He noticed Julie and nodded. “Hello. How are you this morning?”

“Better, thanks.”

“That's good.” The angel looked back to Dean. “We’ve gotta go, Dean.”

Julie felt her heart drop. Dean rolled his eyes and licked his lips before he looked over his shoulder at Cas. “Yeah, okay Cas. Just give me a minute.”

Dean turned back to Julie and opened his mouth to speak but then he paused, looking back to Cas still standing in the doorway. He stared at him for a moment before Cas seemed to cotton on.

“I’m sensing awkwardness. I should leave the room?” He asked.

“Yeah, Cas. 'Give me a minute', means go away and I’ll see you in a minute. Or two.” He added when he realized the angel was likely to time out an exact minute.

Cas nodded slightly and left the room.

Dean shook his head and smiled at Julie. “He grows on you.”

Julie nodded. “I bet. Tell him I say thank you for helping to save our lives.”

“I will.”

Julie frowned. “How did the three of them even know where we were, or that we were in trouble?”

“Cas.” Dean said, nodding toward the door and the departed angel. “Another angel, Inias, an old garrison buddy of Cas’, didn’t approve of what Zachariah was doing, involving an innocent human, and reached out to Cas.”

Julie nodded. “I guess we should be grateful not all the angels are sadistic monsters.”

Dean gave a small huff and rolled his eyes. He didn’t seem to be won over.

There was quiet for a moment and then Julie spoke, barely above a whisper. “You’re leaving?”

Dean inhaled deeply. “Cas says there’s a rogue cupid in a little town back east.”

Julie frowned. “A rogue cupid? Like, you mean the fat baby with a bow and arrow?”

“That’s what I said,” Dean smiled at her. “but Cas says a cupid looks pretty much like any other angel.”

Julie nodded. “Well, we don’t want a rogue angel running around, that’s for sure.”

Silence reigned again, but it was so full of unspoken things that Julie felt choked by it.

Finally Dean stood up and moved to her side. He leaned down and grasped her face with both hands and captured her mouth in a deep kiss.

With all the tubes and wires still hooked up to her Dean couldn’t get as close to her as he wanted, but he swept his tongue into her mouth, licking up into her and causing Julie’s stomach to tighten and her core muscles to clench.

He slanted his mouth over hers again and again, moaning softly as she grasped the zippered sides of his green canvas jacket and pulled him closer.

Suddenly there was a very loud beeping noise coming from one of the machines beside the bed and a nurse came rushing in. Seeing, the tableau of Dean grasping Julie’s face and Julie grabbing onto Dean, the nurse rolled her eyes, but grinned as she moved over to stop the beeping.

“Your heart rate spiked.” She said, blushing slightly as she looked at Dean, with his kiss swollen lips and heated expression. “Try to be careful.”

She practically ran out of the room and Dean dropped his forehead to Julie’s with a chuckle. “I’m pretty sure most of the medical team looking after you wants to throttle me.”

Julie smiled through the tears that sprang to her eyes as Dean pulled away. She let her hands drop from him and looked down at her lap.

“Jules.” Dean said, his voice soft and imploring. “Please…don’t.”

Julie looked up at him and didn’t try to stop her tears. “I can’t help it. I won’t pretend I’m okay with this, because I’m not. I know you have to go now, but come back to me. When this hunt is over, come back to Bobby’s, let me help you heal, let me take care of you just a little bit before the next fight comes. And when I’m well again, let me join the battle, let me fight beside you.”

Her voice got very soft as she reached out a hand and ran it down his cheek.

“God, Dean. Just let me love you.”

Dean closed his eyes and she could see the column of his throat moving up and down as he swallowed. When he opened his eyes again, Julie saw that something had shifted in his gaze. He almost looked resigned and fearful. His look was one that said, 'God, I shouldn’t be doing this.' He opened his mouth to say something but Cas was suddenly there in the doorway.

“I’m sorry, Dean, but it’s been a lot more than two minutes, and we really must go now.”

Julie was desperate to know what Dean had been about to say, but he just nodded silently, jaw clenched, before he pressed a kiss to her cheek and pulled away.

“Please take care of yourself, Jules. Sam will stop in right away to say goodbye and Bobby and Annie are going to be here soon to stay with you.”

He nodded again stiffly and his smile was more like a grimace. “I’ll see ya, kid.” He said and spun away from her and out the door.

Cas looked at her heartbroken face and her tears falling rapidly and frowned deeply. “I really am very sorry Julie. I don’t know…” He paused and looked very confused.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated, following Dean out the door, and Julie was alone again, her heart broken again.

But this time she had a tiny spot of light in the form of Dean’s interrupted thought. He was going to say something, and despite telling herself that it was stupid to consider it, stupid to think he was going to say anything besides another goodbye, Julie couldn’t beat back the kernel of hope in her heart that maybe she would see him again soon. Or sooner than last time anyway.

She did see him a lot sooner. He showed up on her doorstep three months later, when his world ended.

Chapter 12

[violenceenthusiast]

ok i had a thought that makes me wanna dip my head in acid but in a soft way...

dean and claire having a father/daughter saturday of fun and low-grade mischief, going to an arcade and joke-fighting over what stuffed animal to get with their tickets and getting slushies and while they’re taking a break to grab burgers claire says “yknow i’ve been meaning to go get- wanna come with me while i get a new piercing??”

and dean pinches in the direction of her ear a little and says “what, you don’t have enough of those already?” as if he doesn’t think they’re the coolest thing.

she waves him off, eyes flicking between the burger in her hands and the table “i don’t know i just thought it’d be something else fun to do today.”

dean’s only half teasing when he asks “you want me there to hold your hand?”

claire rolls her eyes and looks to the side with half a smile, “oh shut up.” but it’s true, she does want him there to hold her hand– she may be a hardcore hunter who will take a knife cut or a monster bite in stride, but she always gets a little nervous before each piercing. maybe having dean there will make it just a little more manageable.

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they get to the studio and claire signs the forms, picks out her jewelry, takes a seat to wait while they get ready for her. dean is pacing, looking carefully in each case, at each display. the nice person behind the counter sees him looking and asks “did you want to get something pierced today too?” claire cracks a smile at that and dean looks up at the counter clerk a little wide-eyed, eyebrows raised and mouth half open in surprise, huffs out a breath and looks down as half a nervous smile pulls at the left side of his mouth. he sticks one hand in his pocket and gives one wave with the other as he says “ha. nah, no- just here for her today” as he gestures at claire. he goes to sit with her until the piercer calls them back to the room that’s set up for them.

claire is getting a conch piercing and it’s going more easily than usual- partly because dean is there with her, partly because there are shockingly few nerve endings in the middle of the ear cartilage, and partly because the woman doing the piercing is insanely pretty and insanely good at what she does (she used to be a phlebotomist so she knows a little something about blood, needles, nervousness, and a given person’s propensity for fainting). while the piercer is busy marking the ear, claire looks over at dean in his chair and unable to contain the question any longer asks him, “you ever thought about getting a piercing?”

“me? nah.. it’s just not- i mean they would’ve gotten ripped out for sure by some- by accident.” he was about to say ‘by some monster’ but caught himself before he really weirded out the nice piercer woman. he hadn’t thought about him and piercings in a long time. he had slowly stopped wearing even rings and bracelets as much over the years in case they got caught on something during a hunt (though now he had a new ring on his left hand that he never took off). a piece of jewelry actually in the body was even more of a ridiculous idea for a hunter. but he wasn’t a hunter any more, not really. hadn’t been for about a year. after chuck and getting cas back safe and human.. with sam and eileen running their witchy little hunter hub from the bunker.. it had just seemed like his opportunity and his time to break out of it all. wow okay in that split second he trailed so far off from where he started.. where did he start? ...piercings! right. he remembers being young and not being able to take his eyes off the men in bars with the metal glinting in their ears, noses, lips.. now he knew the staring had been more about the men than the jewelry but it hadn’t not been about the jewelry either. was this one of those things he got to think about now, again, for the first time in a lifetime?

claire takes a moment to make sure she isn’t woozy any more and gets up to go look in the mirror at her new adornment. she smiles and dean snaps out of his own little world to say “you like it?” 

she looks at him through the mirror “love it.” and then, mischievous, “your turn.”

“my turn??”

“oh absolutely.” a moment of raised eyebrows and incredulous silence then, “if you decide you hate it you can just take it out. c’mon i saw your face, you want one you can’t hide from me.”

she’s right. he protests weakly, but she knows him all too well at this point and she’s right and the goading from the piercer only encourages her.

“okay okay fine. but nothing too showy.”

they decide on a rook. it’s not too prominent but it’s definitely there, definitely unique, it will look okay on it’s own if he never gets another piercing, and if he has to jump in on an odd hunt it’s far enough into the ear that it would be hard for it to get caught on anything or ripped out. dean picks a simple, stainless steel piece with a lapis lazuli setting– blue for his husband (though if you asked him he would deny that’s why he chose it. but only at first).

he can’t believe how jittery he is about the whole thing, but this time claire holds his hand. it’s over before it’s begun and he thought it might be painful like the tattoo was, or like any of the number of painful little things that have happened to him over the years but it’s not, it mostly just feels strange. it’s nice to be surprised like that.

dean hops off the bench like claire did and goes to the mirror half expecting to hate what he sees. but he’s surprised for the second time in barely a minute. the glint of the metal in his ear doesn’t just look good, it looks right. like it was meant to be there and he had been awaiting it’s arrival but didn’t know it. something hard to name, something small, something he didn’t know was missing until he found it had just found its way to him, slotted into place and settled in his ribs. he feels quieter but also on fire– like he’d be satisfied to just sit and read a book, like he could face god and win (again).

from behind him claire asks, “like it?”

he smiles. “love it.”

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they kick around for a little while longer, each of them forgetting about their new piercings until they catch sight of the other’s or until they catch their reflection in a shop window and take a second to admire the newness. eventually claire begrudgingly admits she has to get back to campus to get some work done. dean drops her off at her dorm with a hug and a “stay out of trouble”. 

dean makes the drive home to cas, just lost enough in happy thoughts and memories from the day that he forgets to put on any music until he’s already half way home. 

he gets to the house and finds cas watering the plants in the living room. he leans in the doorframe, watching his love gently tend to each plant in turn. dean doesn’t say anything, he knows cas knows he’s there and will greet him when he’s finished seeing to his darlings. in the meantime dean gets to delight in the sight of the curve of cas’ back as he bends this way and that to reach the plants, the delicate and reverent care he shows each leaf and vine.

cas finishes his routine, sets the water down and turns to greet dean. he freezes half way to saying hello because something is.. something.. something is... he can’t put a name to it, nothing is wrong but dean is.. shifted. not different.. but different. dean is holding his head oddly turned to the side and it doesn’t help either that dean is smiling around a secret and they both know it. cas narrows his eyes but brushes off the feeling long enough to cross the room and give dean a kiss, quick but whole and familiar. dean turns his head to look at a plant and ask a question about it and “accidentally” reveal his new addition. cas, who hasn’t taken a single step backwards since coming over to kiss dean, of course sees the jewelry immediately and exclaims before dean even has a chance to start his made-up question. 

after some very amusing joke-yelling from both sides, it’s revealed that cas just absolutely loves it. and not that dean was worried cas would hate it but dean was a little worried cas would hate it. or worse, that he would judge it. but cas loves that dean tried something new, loves that he chose something blue, loves that dean seems just that little bit more at home in himself. and from the slight blush in his cheeks and ears, dean can tell cas thinks it’s a little bit sexy too. 

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dean keeps thinking about how much he liked getting a piercing. he gets it on a fundamental level now, gets claire and her array of silver and gold. he’s got the taste for it now, the itch. he’s thinking about going back for another one. or two. but what else, what next? he cheekily wonders about picking based on what would drive cas wild. 

...dean goes back in secret a month and a half later to get his nips pierced. it doesn’t stay secret for long. not from cas, at least. 

[thecursedhellblazer]

John shot Dean a surprised look. He had expected the other to use the easy opening he had offered him to throw out some cutting remark, but instead not only the hunter hadn't exploited it, but he had also offered something that had sounded awfully like sympathy.

The occultist's lips twitched in a secret grin. Alright, maybe he had misjudged his unexpected "colleague" a little. After all, they both had to keep up a certain façade to present to the outside world. Weaknesses and hesitation weren't something that men like the could afford.

"Aye, tha's possible," he agreed, deciding to leave Dean's first statement unanswered. It felt better that way, as if they had just made a silent pact. "Let us find tha' safe n' we'll know for sure."

With that John left the older Winchester to check the rest of the bookshelves, while he walked around the room, checking the spots of walls hidden behind the few paintings hanging from the walls. A bit clichéd, but never say never.

He was just about to take down the last one when Dean's shout of triumph caught his attention. A secret room behind a bookcase? Apparently he had been on the right track to check for clichés.

"Cor, who did tha' guy think he was? Bloody James Bond?" He commented with a snort, coming to stand next to the hunter. "Seems like ye were rite, mate. Dis looks like a hacker's cove alrite." He delivered a little kick to the bookcase. "Smart bloke. Pity tha' he chose to make th' friggin' wrong deal, innit?"

Blond eyebrows knitted together and blue eyes narrowed as the occultist eyed the computer. If he had been able to use his magic, perhaps he could have got something out of it, but usually he mostly rely on Richie when it came to that digital shit.

"Woh do ye think he was doin'? Stealin' money to get 'imself an early retirement?" He asked then, taking a few steps towards the desk. "Judgin' from 'is place, he wasn't tha' bad off, but it dun looks like he got th' dosh to pursue wohe'er dream life he wanted."

His gaze lingered on the equipment for a moment and then he turned towards Dean.

"I gots to admit, 'm real outta me field 'ere. Me n' technology dun get 'long well." It was a miracle that he had learnt how to use a smartphone. "Any chance tha' ye gots some 'ackin' skills yeself. Cor, I dun even know 'ow to turn dis bloody thin' on."

For a moment, Dean wanted to make a comment on who the fuck makes a deal with a fucking demon? He kept it to himself as he reminded himself that was exactly what he did to get Sammy back. Instantly reminded of when he got mauled apart by a hellhound when it was the end of the contract and Dean didn’t get 10 years, he got 1 year. Because he is a Winchester and apparently, their souls are of high value. Seeing the damage of this one made him visualize himself in the middle of the room, clawed out and blood getting everywhere. He made a face before John’s talking brought him back.

“That… makes two of us. I don’t have the best reputation either,” he said with a shrug. Dean continued to look around and what he did notice was that some furniture was a lot newer than other. “What if… his deal was something different. I mean. A talent that no one can see, touch? Sure, most ask for a great singing voice, songwriter, instruments, or money. What if this guy wanted to be the greatest hacker?” Now, he didn’t see the computer as of this point. “Great at online poker? Other digitally stuff?”

Dean’s eyes fell on the floor, trying to see a trace of something that could lead them to what this man got. His eyes then settled on the hall, which extended further in weighs than the living room. He looked back at the wall. “What if…” His sentence dying off as he walked over the bookcase and started pulling at book to see if there was a mechanical reaction. “Nothing,” he grunted. He did spot like a grip inside the bookcase, with books covering it. It would be well hidden. Dean pulled at it and it moved. “Bingo!” A proud grin playing on his lips as he pulled the case all the way open.

Inside, the room wasn’t very big, but there stood quite a high-end computer. “If he hadn’t been living here for that long, so perhaps he builds those bookcases when he moved in here. It isn’t touching the floor, which avoids the damage of pulling it open and shutting it too often.”

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Angel With A Shotgun

Summary: The Novak family was big talk,but not nearly as famous as the L/n’s. Togther they can be unstoppable,so what say family ties like guns,drugs,money,and murder?

Paring: Michael!Dean x Male!Reader

1900's Mafia/Gangsters AU

A/N: this is a Micheal fic,but its him in Dean's body so like...idk its the same snake different skin. Also Chuck is referred as Charles

Warning:Blood,guns,knives,gore,torture,swearing. Homophobic comments like just a few. No proof reading

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The Novak's that a family that was one of the most feared yet respected. The way people talk about them down south you'd think they were inspiration for the Bible itself. A man by Charles or Chuck Novak is the head honcho with five sons to help him run is kingdom.

The youngest is Castiel he was probably the nicest of all his siblings,but also the most protected with three other brothers, Gabriel is the definition of trouble and if he slipped up head could easily get lynched good thing he puts that silver tongue to work. Raphael was one of the more head strong,but sadly he was shot when several rivals attacked at on of their bars. Lucifer is the second oldest and the most hot headed with a temper to match the black sheep in his family if you will, then last,but not least Michael he was something else entirely the play boy,a demon is a flat cap and tailored suit.Now that the Novak's have been introduced the world's most feared gang the L/n's is one family not to be fucked with.

(Father's name) leading his kingdom no...empire with his wife (Mother's name) and togther they had only two sons. The second born William and the oldest M/n. William wasn't much involved with the criminal side of the business,but his big brother was the prime example of a gangster. No one besides the L/n gang has seen him he stays out of newspaper coverage and that only allows his terror to run ramped. A man with no face and a title of Satan himself made the oldest Novak just a little timid when he found out. "WHAT THE HELL!!!" Michael threw the newspaper on his fathers desk in anger the older man looked up after glancing at the paper. "I'm due to be wed to a L/n and none the less a man! I can be hanged for so much as saying I do and it IN THE FUCKING BULLETIN!!!" He was seething with hatred in every word. Michael will admit it hurt a lot finding out he was to be wed by the slight disgust look he got while grabbing the paper before getting coffee. "I wanted to tell you sooner,but you were handling something. There's no way out of this a deal was made before you were born me and (Father's name) have been waiting for his wife to bare a girl or your mother to do the same,but your mother's untimely passing and (Mother's name) having gone unfertial our oldest are due to wed." Chuck sighed taking off his thin wired glasses.

"You two were once friends,but I guess time got rid of those memories." Chuck sat down his spectacles down looking at his son. Michael turned to father with shock evident in his eyes. He was friends with M/n L/n the man with no face. Everything was too foggy. The shorter male stood up to a shelf in the office and grabbed a small match box opening it looking around before pulling out a picture. Handing it over to his son he sat back down. "He was one of the only people you'd go to when you were a baby. Heavens he was probably the only person you liked,but when he was five and you were three the fact that our business was centered around blood and there's on bonds it became a fight,mafia versus a gang, and you guys saw eachother less and less till around the time Luci was born not at all." Chuck sighed. The young man was in shock a little boy maybe two or three was cuddled up to a baby in a pale blanket that he remembered was blue fully awake and if the picture could come to life he's sure the boy was humming all while rubbing the infants back.

"No ones seen a picture of him in twenty six years and he was on his fathers hip with a match box car. He's in town and should be coming for dinner here by himself in three days time. So til then keep your brothers in check we don't need them to shoot the young man with a stray bullet." With that Charles dismissed his eldest son as the green eyed boy stormed off in a huff. Michael started to do digging. M/n L/n was in headlines weekly in every post known to man from shootings,assassination,and gangbanding to rumors of his love-life,what he wears,and people claiming to have met him. One thing caught his eye that made him falter. "Gangsters M/n L/n Captures Murderer" that when he started reading the full paper that crumbled a bit due to age. Maybe he's not so bad the guy he caught never saw a courtroom,but met a far worse end all because he caused problems with his people. It was admirable the brunette knew he'd do the same,but not just for anybody. Marriage wasn't settling well with him that didn't mean it felt completely wrong.

One day later

Looking in the mirror Michael watched as his maid adjusted his tie while another smoothed the wrinking in his white button up and vest of his three piece suit. As the oldest he had business to handle people to keep in line. When their hands left his body they scurried out of the room rushing to be down stairs before him. His dress shoes met the floor as he grew closer to the door his youngest sibling ran up next to him. "Can I come,please!" His raven head of hair and doe blue eyes almost made him cave,but with a firm look he gazed down at him. "Sorry little raven,but I have things to handle another time." The pout on Castiel lip didn't move as he held up his hand his pinky out. "Promise?" Interlocking with the ten year olds pinky. "Promise." With that he happily skipped away to play in the garden.

Out the door he went. His flat came on his head and coat thrown over his shoulder his effects tucked in his waistband. Screams caused him to smile as he stood before the butcher on payroll. He wore the man's leather apron having abandoned his tailored suit jacket in the front of the deil. "Were is my money?" He cut the man some more as he continued to scream in pain the white fire from the rusted meat hook in his shoulder flaring with each jerked motion. "Help please!" He yelled all of a sudden in the past hour he hasn't called for assistance. "No can do." A deep voice said behind the oldest Novak turning around sharply his green eyes clashed with e/c. The man looked like anyone off the street his shoes tattered and clothing dirty form labor no bet. "I came for my five notes." The didn't seem fazed at the torture. "Fuck you gypsy scum!!" The pig of a man responded as the tall s/c man crept closer gripping a knife Michael was using. "I just unloaded a load of meat in the summer heat that would give the devil a sweat and all I asked for my effort was five notes nothing more nor less so cough of the money that you clearly owe both of us or I'll carve it out of you and make you squeal like the piggy bank you are." His tone dropped further the blade under the man's fat chin and the Novak felt aroused at the threat. This guy meant every word when the hanging man spat in his face the off color of snuff and blood made the normally clear liquid seen and thick. Let's just say Michael sat back crossing his legs in a attempt to compose himself as the man hit pitches not even the girls in the church choir could master. The heavy weight man forked over the money then some I got my full and he ended up giving the mystery man a hundred notes if he made the pain stop after pocketing the money he shot the man.

He turned around and began to leave when the brunette stopped him. "Wait! I give you my thanks friend he was stubborn for a hour almost" The h/c man turned looking at him giving a smile tilting his head for the Novak to follow as he stepped out the deli. Scrambling he walked down the street next to the man their attire clashing a well tailored suit next to rags that looked more like a potato sack then cloth. "Glad I could help a fine looking fella like yourself." His flirtatious grin caused butterflies to run ramped in Michael's guts. As they walked down the street they slowly moved from the good side of the town to the slums. No cars drove on the gravel a fire hydrine spat out water for all the children playing around it,women hung up clothes on wire between tenements and men looked more like the mysterious gypsy next to the Novak. Speaking of the mystery man he went to each crowded tenements door and knocked the women or young men of the families came to the door and he handed over twenty notes each. The women cried and clung to his tall figure and the boys almost men looked at him in wonder like a hero before running off to tell the adults of the place. "Why did you do that?" Michael asked as they walked out of the town. "You worked for that money and gave it all away." He was confused he's never seen a man work for a family that wasn't his own.

"They need it more. Schools out the children don't get meals and the men work hard to feed them at least a meal a day. I'm alone here no lover or children with the energy and muscle to work." Novak wasn't sure before,but he was sure now this was love and it felt better then any harlot he could spend the night with. "Thats very admirable of you." Michael complmented which was not a normal accuracy. "It was truly nothing to admire,handsome. I'm not saying I'm amazing,but sometimes I'm decently above average. That's what people need someone decent enough go care."

Before he knew it they were back on his side of town and getting closer to the business. "It's been a pleasure,Mr. Novak." The man dripped his head as he turned to leave somewhere. "You know who I am and I don't even get a name." He turned back around and got closer to him his chest pushed up against his till he was pinned to the wall he leaned down his lips so close to his face just out of reach. "I'm N/n,but you can call me the man of your dreams." Michael almost leaned up to peak his lips when the warm body pulled away taking with it the lust filled tension. N/n turned and left out of sight that night was full of the man tossing and turning dreaming of the e/c man that made him feel high as the clouds above. N/n smiled as his men drank around him he finally saw his baby boy all grown up and he's taking what's his this time.

Two days later=Six Hours Before Family Dinner

The buzz of the New Yorker coming to Kansas was the rage. Any man that was new in town was watched like a hawk by commoners and the Novak's. Michael was no longer looking forward to this marriage he didn't want this man no matter who he was. N/n stole his heart like a petty thief and ran away from him. No one in Kansas knew who he was a s/c skinned,h/c haired,e/c eyed gypsy was all he had to go on no last name just a image that burned bright in his mind. Michael sighed as he left his office and went down to the bank he needed enough cash on hand to throw away on booze and maybe angel dust. People parted for him like the red sea and he easily got money when gun shots went off. The teller in front of him fell to the ground wounds ridding his body and Novak turned to see men...no boys with guns.

"Everyone get down on the ground. We've come only for the money we won't hesitate for blood as well." The group chuckled as the leader smirked people shook as they easied to the ground all except Michael who stood tall. "Ah! If it isn't Michael Novak no men to protect you now." A man he didn't realize came behind him hit him over the head with his gun causing him to fall to his knees. "Pathetic." The band of thugs leader grabbed the Mafia bosses chin looking and the blood coming from his brow. Someone stood from on their knees a flat cap covering their hair and a long trench coat that was only slightly open. "It would be in your best interest to leave,boys." They all train their guns at the man. "Why's that,you motherless bastered?" The man turned his gaze upward deadly sharp e/c orbs looked at him and Michael was in shock it was N/n. "Cause I have twelve guns ready to blow holes in you and your men." After his words ten men stood up all wearing the same clothing flat caps,overcoats,and suspenders with a Tommy on every man except the leader. The cowardly man looked frightened looking around keeping his gun on the s/c man. "I only count ten I still have the upper hand." N/n gave a devilish smile that made Michelle gaze on love struck and excited for what's to come. His gray trench coat hit the floor and two sawed-off shotguns in each hand. "Upper hand you say?" He pulled both triggers the left one killing the man sending himself flying back and the right killing the man behind Michael blowing his brains painting the tan walls this made the others fire as well. The bodies of the criminals and one civilian litter the floor.

N/n sent the men off to get the people out as he walked up to the bleeding Novak. "Thank you." His green eyes gleamed making the standing man give a grin as he held his hand out to help him up. "Consider it a gift from M/n L/n." The gleam disappeared from his eyes his soon to be husband was in town has been in town and set his men up to keep him safe. "Now if I'm not mistaken you have a dinner to get ready for,pretty boy." He takes the handkerchief out of his waist coat dabbing the blood away. "Will you be there?" Michael voice sounded weak so full of hope. "You can count on it. We'll be seeing eachother alot more." The man stood up and quickly left and not a moment later Mafia men came in running tending to the boss. Looking longingly at the piece of cloth (Your Initials) were sowed into the reddend white square of fabric.

Family Dinner was about to start the Novak's sat at the table Charles sitting at the end his three eldest sons to his right while his youngest sat to the left two spots were available one across from Michael and the other on the opposite end of Charles. A maid came in the dinning hall and cleared her throat. "The L/n's are here." Two young men came through the door one taller then the other the shorter of the two sat across from Michael while the other sat at the other end of the table closest to Michael and the other man. Charles smiled at them both and Michael was in a state of shock. "M/n been a long while hasn't it?" The oldest Novak looked at the man infront of him waiting for a response when the man he thought to be just a gangster working under the L/n's answered. "That it has Chuck. Sorry father couldn't come he had some other business to handle." N/n or M/n now to Michael's knowledge said before placing a hand on the man beside him. "This is Benjamin or Benny my right hand man don't mind him." The man gave a nod of acknowledgment his blue eyes piercing. "Heard about the blood bath at the bank quite impressive from what Michael has told me." A side smile and a teasing look was turned the mentioned Novak's way. "Saw low life scum trying to rob the place and touching what's mine,their little toys they call guns were child's play compared to my men." M/n sent a wink addressing the men hitting Michael from behind.

"Are you a knight that saves people?" The youngest asked his blue eyes wide in wonder. The s/c males eyes turned to the child a warm smile gracing his lips. "Sometimes when I want to be." A bubbly giggle rang out. "You saved Mikey making him your prince." Those words caused different reactions from all the men. Gabe covered his mouth trying not to laugh at his older brother,Lucifer grinned leaning over to his brother. "Did he have to kiss you sleeping beauty?" He chuckled lowly making kissing noises in his ear,Micheal was beet red as he couldn't bear to face any of them,Chuck smiled looking at his son and son-in-law,Benny nudged his boss sliding something to him while everyone was distracted. "Yeah and I'm gonna make him my king and take him to my castle." M/n leaned towards the boy and whispered in his ear. "We'll ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after." Castiel was gobsmacked as he gazed at his brother all giddy he was gonna live a fairy tale like in all the books their mother use to read. "Um if you'll excess me. I need some air." Micheal stood up and not long after M/n followed when given a reassuring nod from Charles.

The garden of the estate was beautiful in the moonlight and it wasn't hard to spot the oldest Novak on a bench on looking the pond that reflected the night sky. "You knew the whole time who I was." Micheal didn't look up at the man as he sighed. "Yes I knew who you were...we were once closer then the stars and the skies itself." The L/n sat next to him on the bench looking forward. "Chuck knew as well." Michelle turned in shock at that statement a goose chase for nothing. "He didn't know what I looked like now,but letters everyday asking about you seemed to do the trick." Those e/c eyes turned to look into those apple green ones. "Learning from a young age that in you grasp was the person you were due to wed was shocking I almost hated you,but the moment you grabbed my finger as if I'd slip away made me realize it can't be so bad." M/n held out his hand palm up so the younger male rested his hand in his grasp. "I was afraid at first you'd hate me. So I swore to protect you always. Some of my men live here with their families and they keep me posted. Just last year a rat was found on you door step admitting his faults."

Micheal remembered that the maids came rushing to get the family and a man bloody and beaten spilled his guts about planning to cross the family having been hired by a rival Mafia to get information to attack them at a weak state. "I know this won't mean munch to you know,but maybe at some point you'll be happy to carry my last name and call yourself my husband." In M/n hand that wasn't interlocked with Micheal's he opened a box revealing two wedding bands both were silver while one had a gold trim and the other had a f/c trim. "No matter what,Novak,I'll be there when yiu need me through it all most of the times guns blazing." M/n chuckled lightly taking in a deep breath. "Just ponder on it,pretty boy,I'llbe here waiting." as he slipped the ring on the silent man's finger before doing the same with himself he gently kissed the top of his head as he stood up and left wanting to give him space. Micheal smiled at the ring that perfectly fit his finger. The one man he felt attracted to was his guardian angel always there no matter what.

Lifting his hand up he kissed the metal band as a laugh left his lips. "My angel with a shotgun."

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A/n: Second Male reader and I had to spell check for almost 50 she/her in her so I think I got them all lol.

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[writingtoforgetreality]

You’re A Winchester? (Castiel x Winchester!Reader)

Request: You are so sweet, is a little sister Winchester reader good? Like in her late 20s that is their sister from another world/dimension, but they don't have a sister in their world? And she is just trying to fit into their family but she is a good hunter? It can be with Cas Meg or both, whatever you are inspired to do :) (by @sourpatchspinster), [Supernatural-Masterlist]

Part Two

Summary: You woke up in the middle of nowhere. How the hell did you get here? The last thing you remembered was being in a motel room & all of a sudden, you found yourself lost with the worst headache ever. Who would have thought your life was about to be changed forever?

Words: 5,270

Warnings: takes place in season 15 bc I want “everyone” to be alive & happy, language (do I still have to mention this?), mentions of our dear friend Chuck, angst?, innocent reader (I don’t know what happened to me during my writing break tbh), not my fav piece but I loved the request so there you go, fluff, (possible second part?), (Y/E/C) = your eye color

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

Black. That was all you could see. Your head was killing you, it felt like someone tried to crush it with their bare hands. It took you a lot of strength but after a few attempts, you managed to open your eyes & were met with a blue sky. Huh…Did you fall asleep outside? No. WAIT?! Were you captured? No, you were just lying on the grass. Slowly, you got into a sitting position, looking around to figure out where in the hell you were. Unfortunately, your surroundings were unfamiliar. Taking deep breaths, you tried thinking logical for a second. The last thing you remembered was you sitting in a motel room, turning pages in an old diary your family left behind.

You had never met any of your family, growing up in a children’s home because…well, you had no idea if you were completely honest. Throughout the years, you had been to multiple foster families but in the end, you always ended up back at the children’s home. Not that you cared too much. It was not like you ever felt like you belonged with them anyway. On your 18th birthday, Sally, one of the employees, came into your room with a small package in her hand. That was the first time you had ever received a gift.

“It says I should give it to you today.” she handed you the small wrapped gift with a genuine smile on her face.

“What is it?” your curiosity got the best of you.

“Open up & see, I guess. I have no idea.” & with that she left you alone once again.

The day you got the diary was when you left the children’s home for good. You could not believe what you had read. Apparently, you did have a family. Or so it seemed. But why the hell had you never met them? And why the hell did it seem like your family suffered from psychological problems? Schizophrenia? To be honest, you did not care about that. The only thing that mattered to you was that it seemed like you had a father & two brothers out there somewhere. It looked like your mother had died a while ago…

~back to your confused ass self~

Being alone out in the middle of nowhere was not particularly comforting. What scared you even more was that you did not even have your stuff with you. Where was your diary? Your phone did not matter to you that much, neither did your clothes. It was not like you owned much to begin with. But that diary? That meant the world to you. Even after years of unsuccessful searching for your family, you never gave up. Because deep down, you knew you would come across them eventually.

Coming to a standing position, you dusted off the dirt that was on your clothes. A black car in the distance caught your attention. What was a car doing out here in the middle of nowhere? Maybe your kidnappers were driving it & brought you here? That thought let your heart race. Yet, you found yourself moving closer to the car. The closer you got, the more you could make out. Was that a ’67 Impala? Out here? And it looked like it was in great condition? If you had enough money you would buy a similar car & you sure would treat it the same way that the Impala’s owner did.

You risked a look inside the Impala, finding it relatively empty, but before you could spend much longer admiring it, you saw something silver in the corner of your eye. Was that a…door? Okay, yeah, you were definitely kidnapped. But not by professionals, that was for sure. Not the right time to joke? Okay, okay, right. Upon closer inspection, you noted that it was most likely a door to a bunker. Why you did not run right away, you were not sure. Something about this place felt like…home. Huh, weird. How could you be so anxious yet so at peace all at once? Only one way to find out. Oh boy, you would so regret this later.

Before you could think too much, your hand was moving towards the door, ready to push. Surprisingly, it was not locked. You had to push your entire weight against the door to keep it moving since it was so damn heavy. By now, your legs were moving on their own & all of a sudden you were standing inside a…bunker? There was not much to make out because your eyes had to adjust to the dark inside at first.

It sounded like footsteps were approaching fast but because of the echo in the bunker you could not quite tell where they were coming from. There was one thing you did notice, though, & it was the fact that there was more than one person coming your way. Fuck.

“HANDS IN THE AIR!” the click of a gun was followed after the loud voice. Obeying, you put your hands up even though you were sure nobody could see what you were doing anyway. It was still dark after all. Right this instance, light illuminated the room & you were stunned by how big the bunker was. Eyes wide, you looked around, only to find you were upstairs & the voice you heard was coming from beneath you. Gazing around, your eyes fell on two broad looking men, both of them pointing a gun at you. Fucking great. You should have run.

“DOWN. NOW.” the shorter one of the two yelled once again. Not wanting to mess with them, your legs moved towards the stairs & slowly you got down, not once letting your eyes move away from the man with the shorter hair. He seemed like the bigger threat. While the taller man looked scary as hell too, he held something behind his eyes that eased you a tiny bit more.

“Who are you & what are you doing here?” this time it was the taller man who spoke up & you had to take back your previous thought. He was scary as shit, especially with his voice sounding like he was up to no good.

“Um, I-I swear, I don’t know. I-“ but your attempts were cut short.

“Cut the bullshit right there. Did Chuck send you?”

“Chuck?” your eyebrows raised up, showing your genuine confusion.

“Dean, I don’t think she’s with Chuck.” the one with the longer hair mumbled. Dean? Huh. The name made you think of your lost diary again. You hoped you would find it eventually.

“Sit down & start talking.” he was not to be messed with so you followed both men further into the bunker until you reached a huge table. Choosing one of many chairs, you sat down but still eyed the guns that were no longer pointed at you but still very much a threat. The men each took a seat opposite of you, putting the guns on the table in front of them. At least they were not holding them anymore. You noticed you held your breath & again, started taking slower ones to calm yourself.

“I’m Sam & this is my brother Dean. We won’t hurt you, just…who are you?” what a coincidence. Brothers Sam & Dean. Were you dreaming? Of course, why did you not think of this sooner? It would make sense.

“My name’s (Y/N).” your voice was barely above a whisper & your eyes shot down to your lap, suddenly feeling small.

“(Y/N), okay. Well, (Y/N), um, why are you here?” Sam’s voice was a lot softer than at the beginning. Dean had not said anything else, he simply looked at you sternly, still thinking you were a threat. You did not even have weapons on you. Hell, you did not even know how to fight in the first place. But clearly they did not know that. Fuck it, if you were about to die then you could actually tell the truth, right? What did it matter? Your voice was quiet but loud enough so the boys could hear you.

“One moment I was reading through a dia- book & the next I wake up in the middle of nowhere with the worst headache ever. I saw the Impale parked outside & then found the door. I don’t know where I am, I don’t even know why I thought opening this damn door would be a good idea.” a slight chuckle was all you could muster right now. Hopefully they would believe you. When neither of them said anything for a few moments, you looked up & saw them eyeing each other, having a silent conversation.

“What book were you reading?” this time it was Dean but his voice was a lot kinder now. The boys knew you were not a supernatural being, the bunker was safe when it came to that & you would have not been able to enter otherwise. Yet, you were confused by his question? That was really all he cared about? Not the fact that you had no clue where you were or how you got here? Not wanting to anger him, you answered, looking him straight into the eyes.

“My dad’s diary. Nothing special, why?” a noise coming from the entrance made you look towards the door. There sure were quite a lot of people for being in the middle of nowhere. Your conversation was cut short when a voice spoke up.

“Sam! Dean! I salted & burned the bones! Case done! Well, Castiel helped me but he said he was proud of my work.” how could someone sound so excited about…burning bones? What the fuck?

“Jack did a good job today.” the other person spoke up. He was wearing a trench coat & his voice was deep, deeper than the others. Obviously, they had not noticed you yet but a look at Sam showed you how uncomfortable he was. At this point, you were more than confused. Salting & burning bones? Why did this sound familiar though? Shit. No way. Your dad’s diary was filled with salting & burning stuff. What was happening to you?

“Uh, guys…” Sam got up & approached the two men who were called Jack & Castiel. Somehow, your gaze fixed on the man in the trench coat. He looked good. Again, wrong timing, (Y/N). Get it together! Jack & Castiel saw you & their faces turned into confusion.

“Who’s that?” Jack asked, his voice did not scare you, he sounded sweet. He seemed like a kind person.

“Jack, Cas, this is (Y/N). She showed up in the bunker out of nowhere.” Dean eyed you once more before getting up himself. Frustration could be felt & you hated that you were the one causing it. Never was it your intention to cause trouble in their lives but it looked like you just did by opening that damn door.

“Could you all maybe sit down? It makes me nervous when you’re all pacing like that.” you were surprised by your own voice. Usually you were never one to intervene, especially not in a situation like this. But you were exhausted & all you wanted was just to get back to your motel & these were the only people who could help your right now. All eyes shot to you & to your surprise, they began walking towards the table. Sam & Dean, taking the seats opposite of you. Castiel sat down right next to you & you hated how your heart skipped a beat by this simple action. You did not even know this man, he could be a killer. Jack took the chair next to Castiel & Sam made it his job to explain your situation briefly. All you could do was listen, your hands fiddling in your lap, still somewhat anxious to be here.

“Cas? Isn’t there a way you could…I don’t know, check her memories?” Dean added right after Sam finished explaining. Your confused face shifted between the two men, not understanding a single word. How could a stranger help you with your memories?

“I could try. But I need your permission to do that.” while saying the last part, his eyes looked straight into your (Y/E/C) ones. Damn, his eyes. His head tilted slightly & it was only then when you registered that he had asked you a question & you simply stared at him.

“Um, permission for what?”

“To take a look at your memories & see what you remember. We could help you after that.” his voice was so casual, as if he had done this multiple times. To you, though, it sounded like he was crazy.

“Right. And you can do that because…?”

“Because I’m an angel of the Lord.” Castiel stated. A what of the what now? A short laugh escaped you. Not because you laughed at him but because you were shocked & confused.

“Cas…” Sam mumbled & put his head in his hands. That was something he had wanted to keep from you. He had a feeling you had no idea about the supernatural & he wanted to keep it like that.

“You can trust him, (Y/N).” Dean chimed in.

“Will it hurt?” not that you were scared of the pain, your pain tolerance was pretty high but on the other hand, he had just told you he was an angel.

“Only a little.” Cas gave you a reassuring smile & that was when you decided you would let him do it. Because, frankly, you did trust him. Even though he might have some sort of mental illness.

Sam, Dean & Jack left the room to give Castiel some time to prepare & to give you time to calm down. He could tell by the way your leg was bouncing that you were highly uncomfortable but he was not sure how to help. His idea was to get it done quickly & then to bring you back where you came from. Hopefully, you would not ask too many questions. He already gave too much away by saying he was an angel. Replaying your face when he had said it eased him a bit. You did not look convinced at all which was probably for the best.

“Try to breathe more evenly, it’ll help.” you could tell he was trying to make this easier for you but you just wanted to get it done.

“I’m ready, let’s do this, please.” the plea at the end was almost inaudible but Castiel could hear it anyway.

Your eyes closed as you saw Castiel approaching. His fingers touched your temples gently but the next thing you felt was a short but piercing pain shooting through your entire body. It only lasted a few seconds & the only words you could make out before you fell unconscious were “You’re a Winchester?”.

“What do you mean she’s a Winchester?” Dean asked with shock written all over his features.

“She’s related to us?” it was Sam, he took the information way better than his older brother.

“Your sister, to be exact.” Castiel paused briefly, waiting if one of the boys wanted to add anything. He took their silence as a sign of continuing. “Her father’s diary, the one she was reading before she got here, it was John’s.”

“Wait, wait, wait…WE have his diary. There’s no way she has it. Besides, we would know if we had a sister.” Dean gestured with his hands to get his point across. He had never seen you, you could not have stolen the book from them.

“You’re right. But in her world, she was the one owning it. In her world, you guys are her brothers.”

“In her world? What’s that supposed to mean?” Sam decided to join the conversation, now wanting answers himself.

“She’s from an alternate universe. I expect she was reading through a spell or something similar & somehow she got sucked into our reality. From what I’ve seen in her head, the portal closed itself behind her so if she has no idea how she opened it & got here…well, it could be hard to bring her back. Besides, I’m not so sure she wants to go back there…” Castiel’s voice got quieter at the end of his sentence.

“Why not?” Dean imagined himself in your situation & he would do anything to get back.

“It’s not really my place to tell, I believe.” & before Dean could argue any further, Jack came running into the room.

“(Y/N)’s awake.” to that everyone followed behind him to one of the many bedrooms the bunker had to offer.

You were tired but the pain had completely disappeared. No matter how hard you tried, you still could not remember how exactly you got here. The door creaked & you looked up to find Sam, Dean, Castiel & Jack entering the room. You were no longer scared. Probably because you were way too exhausted to care.

“So?” you spoke up after a few seconds of silence. Castiel stepped forward & took a seat at the end of the bed you were lying in. His ocean blue eyes looked you over, making sure you no longer were in any pain. You nodded at him to show you were fine & with that Castiel told you what he had seen. It was a lot to take in but your tired state simply made you nod at everything he explained.

“The thing is…We don’t know how to get you back.” Sam approached you slowly, took a seat in a chair next to your bed.

“Cas?” ignoring Sam’s statement, you only had one question on your mind. Back in your world, you had spent years looking for your family. For your brothers. The ones being in the same room with you right now. Also, when did you start calling Castiel by his nickname? When did that happen? His humming gave you enough confidence to continue.

“Are they alive back home?” you did not have to mention names for Castiel to know who you were referring to. His face turned into one of sadness & you knew the answer without him saying anything.

“I don’t wanna go back.” every ounce of uncertainty was gone, you knew it was fate that you were here with all of them now. The four men shared a look, having a silent conversation again. Dean nodded but left the room a second later.

“Don’t mind him, he just needs time to process.” Sam’s sympathetic smile relaxed you a bit. The bunker was nice, so was the fact that you practically met your brothers but you were not planning on staying with them. Dean’s reaction showed you why. They had lived their lives without knowing they had a sister. You, on the other hand, had known about your brothers for years & yet you did not feel the satisfaction you had so desperately hoped for after finally finding them.

“It’s fine, I’ll get going soon.” with that, you sat up straight & tried standing up. A wave of dizziness kept you from doing so. Castiel was at your side in an instant & guided you back down.

“You need to rest.” he told you.

“You’re not staying?” Jack’s voice erupted from the door. You had almost forgotten he was there too. Your eyes focused on him briefly before you looked back down again, a blush slowly making its way up  on your cheeks.

“It’s for the better. I’ll be fine.”

“(Y/N). You’re our sister. Doesn’t matter if you’re from here or from another world. You’re family. We just found each other, we won’t let you leave again.” Sam’s words made you tear up. He did not know you, yet he told you that you were family & he wanted you to stay. For the first time, you felt like you belonged somewhere & you were overthrown with emotions. Since Castiel was closest to you, he sat himself next to you, threw an arm over your shoulder & pulled you into his chest. Usually, you hated crying in front of people but right now you could not care less. Besides, being in Castiel’s embrace felt right. What was it about him? Neither of them left the room, all staying with you for as long as you needed. When you could not feel more tears flowing down your cheeks, you slowly removed yourself from Castiel, immediately missing the warmth of his body. If you were about to stay here, he would be trouble, you could feel it already. Sam, Castiel & Jack then left the room, telling you to get some more rest & to scream for one of them if you needed anything. Details could be discussed another time.

They were right, you needed sleep. Time to sort your thoughts. Maybe that was the reason why you entered the bunker in the first place. Why you were not concerned about them brutally killing you. After waking up, you were more comfortable with the idea of sticking around with the boys. Sam told you Dean would come around eventually & you just hoped he was right. Getting up, you paddled to the door, quietly opening it since you did not know how late it was. There was a long hallway that looked exactly the same, no matter what direction you were looking at. Distant voices could be heard so you followed them & prayed you would not get lost in that labyrinth of a bunker. You had to ask your brothers a question. Your brothers. It felt weird to call them that but they were, right? Back home, you had read through your dad’s diary about a thousand times. You were familiar with what he wrote about. He called himself a hunter. Sadly, you were not about to meet him. Castiel had told you that he had died a long time ago. Sam & Dean were the only family you had left.

“Um, hi.” you made yourself present & Dean turned around to meet your eyes. He looked a lot less tense, thank God.

“Slept well?” at least he was attempting to start a conversation with you. Nodding your head, you walked over to where Jack was sitting. Dean spoke up again.

“Hey, sorry for how I acted earlier. It was just a lot at once. I do want you to stay. We do.” he emphasized his words. This made you smile. At first you were not sure about how Dean would react but this showed you that he was trying & that was enough. Telling him it was fine, you sat down next to Jack & looked over at what he was reading. The book was old but the condition it was in was surprisingly well. A cup was placed in front of you by Dean & you thanked him. He brought you coffee.

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Where is Sam? I wanna ask you guys something.” feeling silly with how you put it, way more dramatic than it actually was.

“Right here.” Sam entered the room, walked past Dean & straight to you. A pat to your shoulder eased the tension a little.

“What is it?” Dean seated himself on top of the table.

“Okay, so…I just want you guys to be honest with me, okay?” both men nodded, Jack was lost in his book, he did not even hear you conversation. You continued.

“Monsters are real & you hunt them?” their eyes widened at your question but deep down they expected something like that. The diary you owned was filled with the supernatural.

“Yeah, we do. It’s kinda the family business.” Dean chuckled at the end. You were family but clearly you had never hunted any monster before.

“Okay.” was all you answered.

“Okay? That’s it? You’re not running outta the door?” Sam could not believe you. He expected you to freak out. On the other hand...you were a Winchester.

“I don’t know about you, Sam, but I let an angel of the Lord look into my head. Monsters don’t sound too crazy after this.” all of you laughed out. “So, you guys hunt the supernatural. Castiel is an angel? And Jack? What is he? Your trainee?” the mention of his name made Jack look at you & before the boys could answer your question, Jack decided to take matter into his own hands.

“I’m a nephilim. The offspring of a human & an angel. Lucifer is my father but not really, you know. My mother died when I was born but I have Sam, Dean & Cas. They are my family.” his smile was too pure for this world but the way he so casually talked about the fact that he was Lucifer’s son had you stunned.

“Sure.” was all you could manage at that point. Jack’s smile grew wider & he got back to reading.

“Welcome to our world? I guess?” Sam’s smile was faked but if you were honest, you could imagine yourself being thrown into this mess. Nothing you could not handle.

~a few months later~

“Guys? Have you seen Cas?” you came running into the kitchen where Sam & Dean were having breakfast.

“What? You boyfriend ditched you?” Dean teased & earned a slap from Sam. You simply rolled your eyes at him. Your brothers realized very soon after coming to them that you had a big crush on Cas & Dean loved to mess with you.

“Shut up, asshole. We’re about to leave for the case in Wisconsin but he’s not here.”

“I haven’t heard from him but come on, sit down & have breakfast with us.” Sam offered. You walked over to the boys & sat down next to Dean who handed you a cup of coffee right away. Your smile was a thank you enough.

“Seriously, though. When will you tell him?” Dean munched on his food, not even looking at you but you knew the question was directed at you.

“That we’re leaving for the case? He knows that, Dean.”

“That you like him.” scoffing could be heard. Sam enjoyed your banter in silence. That was one indicator that you were a their sister. After warming up to them, they found out you were actually a lot like Dean. This made you guys argue more often, never too severe, mainly siblings teasing each other.

“Right, & then we’ll have that apple pie life. Is that what you want? Dean, he doesn’t like me like that.”

“Yeah, he does. Poor dude is a mess whenever he talks to you.” again, you simply rolled your eyes at him. Yes, Cas could be awkward when you guys talked but then again, this was Cas.

“(Y/N)?” Cas came into the kitchen where he could hear voices. Immediately your head snapped up & a smile started forming. An action that did not go unnoticed by both, Sam & Dean. Neither mentioned it though.

“There you are, I got worried for a second.” you got up & pulled Cas into a hug. That was nothing special. The two of you hugged each other all the time. Another thing that Dean commented on a lot of the time. Apparently, Cas had never been much of a hugger before you had come around. You simply shrugged it off even though, deep down, your heart skipped a beat at the idea of you being the reason for his change.

“Jack needed to talk to me, I’m sorry.”

“No problem, are you ready?”

“Yes, we should get going anyway.”

“Alright, bye boys.” whenever one of you got ready for a hunt, you made sure to say goodbye properly. You never knew. The last few months, your brothers had helped you with the basics of hunting. If they were honest, it felt like you were born to be a hunter. You picked up the skills quickly & learned a lot about the supernatural in a very short time. Cas told you that it probably was because you were always meant to be here. After a while, you started believing him. At first, Sam & Dean told you you were not allowed to come on a hunt with them but after realizing that you were good at what you did, you became an inherent part of the team which you were grateful for. Now, they even let you leave with Cas, a big step forward.

“Your bag’s already in the trunk.” Cas pointed at the back of the car.

“Thanks, Cas.” you lovingly smiled at him. Yeah, you were totally into him. Cas stopped briefly & got closer to you. Yet, he made sure to keep a little bit of distance between the two of you.

“Why don’t you tell me?” he whispered & you felt like you could not breathe for a second. Had he heard your conversation with Dean earlier?

“W-What?” you hated how weak & nervous your voice sounded. Why could you not play it cool? Why did you have to make a fool out of yourself? Before you could even process what was happening, Cas slowly leaned in & pressed his lips to yours softly. You were too shocked to kiss him back, not knowing if it was really happening right now. Cas pulled back & he looked rather uncomfortable. Your face was still full of shock.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done this. Just…Dean told me you liked me & then I heard your conversation & I thought you might-“ you cut his rambling off by pulling him close again. This time you kissed him & he lost no time in kissing you back. You let yourself get lost in the moment. You had dreamed about this particular moment for months & the fact that it was happening right now? Your body was on fire. When the both of you pulled apart for air, you could see Cas’ smile & you were sure your were blushing like crazy.

“So, Dean was right?” Cas’ hands settled on your waist & it felt natural. As if you had done it a thousand times.

“Remind me to kill him after this case.” you laughed & pulled Cas into a hug. He tightened his arms around you. Who would have thought, all those months ago, that you would end up with an actual family?

“Wasn’t he our…how do you call it? Wingman?” Cas chuckled after planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. He released you from the hug & you moved over to the passenger side. Your elbows were propped up on the hood & a smirk started forming at the corner of your mouth.

“Still. I told him to keep it to himself & he is my brother. I think I have permission to kill him for this.” of course you were joking & if you had to be honest, you were kind of glad that Dean could not keep his mouth shut. Cas walked over to the car, shaking his head at you but you could still see a small smile, opened the door & got in. You smiled to yourself. Finally, you knew that Cas did like you too. Where you were going from there? You were not sure yet. But there was a case you had to finish & it would take a few days to get it done. That would be enough time to figure out what you two were but you had a good feeling about this. It felt right & you had a home with people you loved & cared for. You were meant to be here from the start.

~to be continued?~ (let me know)

Part Two

Published (03/18/2021) by Cathy

Tags: @teelagurl558, @babymango-writes, @hollymac79 (thanks for your support <3)

[rowyn-writes]

Star Struck (Castiel x Angel!Reader)

Warnings: Language, a splash of angst, a little bit of fluff, make out scene

Pairings: Castiel x Angel!Reader

Characters: Cas, Sam, Dean, Gabriel, Jack (mentioned only) Mary (mentioned only)

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: When the Winchester's and Cas call on you for your help, Cas can't help but be star struck by your presence.

Requested by: @danitisx

You roamed the streets Dublin, Ireland. Fascinated by the beautiful scenery and amazing culture.

"It's wonderful, isn't it?" A handsome man beside you asked.

"Indeed." You agreed. "Do you live around here?"

"Yeah, just up the road a couple of blocks. I've lived here my entire life. What about you? Where are you from?"

"Uh," You laughed as you scratched the back of your head. "I'm from the States. New York." You decided. It's not exactly like you could tell him you were an Archangel from Heaven.

"I'm Charlie, by the way." He gave you a cheeky grin.

"Y/N." You introduced yourself.

"Would you like to go out for a drink?"

"I would l-" You broke off as you felt a strange tug on your body. "Damn."

You were surrounded by a circle if Holy fire. You took in your surroundings. You seemed to be in some sort of emergency bunker. "What in Dad's name." You mumbled. "Alright, whoever summoned me here, if you don't show yourself, I'll smite you!" You growled, trying your best to be intimidating.

"Y/N." A soft voice said.

You whirled around to see a familiar angel. "Castiel." You breathed. "You're the one who summoned me here? Why?" You tilted your head to the side, similar to how Castiel would do whenever he was confused.

Two other familiar men emerged from around the corner. "Winchester's. Hello."

"Y/N. Good to see you again." Sam nodded.

"Ya know, if you wanted me here so badly, you could've called instead of summoning me here with a ring of holy fire. Which, by the way, is extremely uncomfortable."

"Sorry," Dean shrugged, throwing a glass of water, extinguishing the fire. "Precautionary measure."

"Fair enough." You slid off your black over coat and set it on the back of a chair. "So, what can I do for you boys? Do you need an elixir of some sort? An herb, perhaps? A spell?"

"They need some of your grace."

Your eyes darted from Castiel's over to him. You thought he was dead, long dead. This didn't make sense.

"You."

"Me." Gabriel smirked. "Hello, little sister. Long time no see."

"Yeah," You scoffed, raising your voice. "Long time no see because you dumbass got yourself killed by our brother! Or so I thought. Because to me, you look perfectly fine."

You trembled with anger. You had thought your brother was dead. You mourned him for so long. You cried for him, and there he was, alive and healthy. For now.

"Y/N-" He sighed.

"No! You don't get to talk, asshat!" You growled. "You let me believe you were dead for years! I cried for you, I prayed to you, to Dad! And there you are, fine and dandy."

Sam, Dean and Cas stepped back a little, giving you and your brother some space. Out of everyone, they understood family problems.

"You son of a bitch!" You screamed, using your powers to slam Gabriel into a wall. He gave out a small grunt as his back hit the cold brick wall. "You let me think you were dead! How could you?!" You clenched your fist, making it harder for Gabriel to breathe. "You were my best friend! My brother! And you heard how much pain I was in and decided to let me keep suffering! You insufferable dick!" Your eyes were glowing a bright blue.

"Y/N!" Castiel called your name, trying to calm you down. "Y/N! Stop." He rested a hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly. "You need to calm down. Let Gabriel explain."

"You guys have ten minutes to explain everything that's going on before I get my ass out of here and never come back."

The men sat you down and explained everything that happened in your absence. Including your nephew.

"You're telling me Lucifer has a son?" You questioned. "Someone actually wanted to have sex with my brother?"

"Uh, well, Kelly thought that Lucifer was the President." Sam coughed.

"The Presid-" You cut yourself off. "Okay. . . Clearly I've missed a lot. So, you want me to give you some of my grace in order to get Jack and your mother back?"

"Yes." Dean nodded. "You're our only option left. Gabriel tried to help, but most of his grace was drained by Asmodeus and it'll take time to replenish."

"Fine. I'll help."

"Really?" Cas said hopefully. "You'll help us?"

"Of course." You gave him a gentle smile. "Jack is my nephew after all. He needs a female figure in his life. And I refuse to let him be corrupted by Lucifer. My brother won't have any contact with Jack if I can help it."

"Why do you care so much about Jack?" Dean asked, his eyebrows furrowed. "You've never met him."

"Doesn't mean I love him any less. He's family. And until recently, I thought everyone I loved was dead. So I can deal with the fatigue and snappiness that comes with losing some of my grace."

"Thank you." Cas said gratefully. "Thank you so much."

"Okay." You took a deep breath. "Could I get some help with extracting my grace? I'd do it myself, but I can be a bit squeamish." You looked over at the beautiful blue eyed man in a trench coat. "Would you help me?"

"Oh," Cas seemed to be flustered. "O-of course." 

You grabbed the tool and headed into an empty bedroom. "Okay, let's get this over with." You said, pushing your hair to one side of you shoulder to let Castiel extract your grace. "Just. . . Be gentle, okay?"

Cas nodded, still seeming unnerved. "You're scared. Why?"

"Well. . . You're one of the most powerful angels to ever walk the earth. You were one of God's favorites and most trusted. You led an entire army of angels into battle with demons. You banished the Princes of Hell back into Hell. You're amazing!"

You gave Cas a soft smile. "That's very sweet of you, Castiel. But I'm not the same angel anymore. I'm certainly not Father's favorite anymore. He was the one that cast me out of Heaven after he found out I had relations with a human. I'm not amazing. I'm ordinary."

"Well, you're extraordinary to me. You're helping us get Jack and Mary back. Even though you don't have to."

"It's the least I can do." You dismissed him with a wave of your hand. "You and the Winchester's have saved the world more than once. Granted, you almost ended it as well, but at least you fixed it. Plus, I can tell these people mean a lot to you."

"They do. They're my family."

"And I'm very happy that you've found your family, Castiel." You cupped his face in both of your hands. "You were a wonderful servant to Heaven, and an even better leader when the time came. You deserve to be happy after all the havoc that's happened to you." You pulled away, resting your hands in you lap.

"You would have been far better than I was. You are a good angel, and an amazing leader."

"I'm no better than Lucifer."

"Y/N," Castiel said in astonishment. "You are nothing compared to Lucifer. You are compassionate and kind. You care about people."

"But when the world was ending, I was off galavanting around the world. And when people were in danger and dying, I turned a blind eye and let it all happened!" You cried, tears rolling down your cheeks. "If I don't help, then I'm part of the problem, Castiel. I yelled at Gabriel for disappearing, but I did the exact same thing. I left, I left Heaven, my brother's, all of the other angels, I left them. For a jackass human that never really loved me. So you ask me why I'm doing this for you? I'm doing it because I've never done anything good in my existence. Ending that war with the demons, sure, it saved humans in the long run, but I never cared about that. I was just following Dad's orders. Like a good little soldier."

"Y/N," Cas began.

"Just. . . Take my grace. . . Please?"

Castiel frowned as he gingerly brushed your hair aside. "This might sting." He warned as he plunged the extractor into your neck. You winced, gripping your leg in order to cope with the pain. Cas ended up getting five vials filled with your grace.

"It should replenish eventually, but it might take some time."

You went to stand up, but immediately felt lightheaded. Cas came behind you, holding you up. You inhibitions were lowered when you lost grace, and this time was no exception.

"Has anyone ever told you you have the most beautiful eyes?" You smiled. "They're like the ocean."

Castiel's face tinted pink and he gave a sheepish grin. "Thank you, Y/N. You have very beautiful eyes as well."

"Is that the only thing you find attractive about me, Castiel?" You ran a finger along the length of his arm.

"I- Um. . ." The angel was flustered once again. "Well, o-of course there are other things attractive about you. You're gorgeous. Your lips are perfect, t-they look very soft."

"Why don't you find that out yourself." You smirked. You pulled Cas down by his tie, his lips meeting yours.

Castiel was hesitant at first, and you knew he never really understood kissing. You moved your lips against his, and he finally understood. You didn't even know you had been moving until your back hit the brick wall.

You hands got tangled in his dark hair, while his wrapped around your waist.

There was a loud bang at the door, making Cas pull away from you. "If you're done making out with my sister, we kind of need this show on the road." Gabriel called from the other side of the door.

"Cockblocker." You grumbled. "That was one hell of a kiss, Cas. We should do it again sometime." You gave him a wink as you headed back to the library.

"I need a cold shower."

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Suptober Day 7: Young at Heart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Teen / Death!Dean & Human!Cas / Destiel / 5,073 words

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It was a snowy evening in the heart of winter when Death roamed the streets of Chicago. You wouldn’t have known him from any other young man, bundled as he was in a worn leather jacket, jeans and boots but there was a certain static about him that made other pedestrians give him a wide berth. He was headed to the fire station on the corner of Hope and Clairmont, humming a Billy Joel song as he avoided slush piles and other humans alike.

He posted up against a telephone pole, making sure to breathe so any passers-by would note the cloud of air passing his lips on every exhale and assure themselves that he was human. It was the least he could do. He checked his watch, an old Timex with a cracked face, and shoved his hands in his pockets. Any minute now.

Across the street, a young girl hurried into view from around the corner, her arms full of a bundle. She looked up at the sign over the fire station door, looked down at her bundle, and swallowed hard. A tiny arm rose from the bundle, naked and red. The girl took it and tucked it back inside the blanket. She sniffled, setting the bundle gingerly down on the top step before backing away slowly. One step, then another her eyes remaining on the pile of blankets before her face crumpled and she turned to run, a dry sob echoing down the empty street.

Death pushed off the telephone pole and made his way leisurely across the street. The baby had started to cry, cold now without its mother to hold it and keep its limbs covered. Death looked down at it, feeling its little heartbeat slow. He crouched down, breathing directly onto the child, and knew he was likely making its final moments worse, a wretched thing like him, even if he was trying to provide a little warmth. 

Then something unexpected happened. The baby quieted and bright blue eyes opened, holding Death captive in an intense stare. Death couldn’t feel things, he mused, but if it could, surely it would have been charmed by the babe who instead of recoiling from its impending end, raised a hand toward him, beckoning.

Death raised a cautious hand, one finger hooking in that tiny fist and he was surprised at how strong it was, despite the hypothermia. The child held his gaze still, just looking not pleading or frozen in horror and Death glanced at his watch again, noting the time. He looked up at the firehouse door, the sound of laughter dulled by the heavy metal. If only the girl had knocked before she ran. Death looked back to the child, its ethereal stare snagging his again.

Death raised his hand and knocked.

#

Inside the firehouse, a number of men made an uneasy circle around the strange man holding a bundled infant. Death hadn’t meant to stay but since he’d already gone and messed with the strings of Fate he figured he might as well assure that the child was taken care of.

“You found him on our stoop?”

“Yeah, you know, I figured some poor kid musta left him. Safe harbor and all.” 

Death looked around then down at the babe who seemed to be transfixed by Death’s face. Death wondered what he saw, why he wasn’t scared. His little soul was a speck of shining light, strong and hearty though his body was frail with the beginnings of pneumonia settling in his lungs.

“Why didn’t you take him to a hospital?”

Death blinked and the man recoiled slightly. “Well, he was left here, and don’t you have EMTs on staff.”

One of the men seemed to shake himself out of a stupor and stepped closer. He shivered as Death transferred the baby into his arms, the brush of his hand on Death’s coat giving him a sudden vision of fire and smoke and a strange sense of vertigo as if falling through the floor. He coughed, moving to lay the child on the table and it immediately started to cry. Death hovered closer moving into the child’s line of sight and it settled down though still made discontented noises as he was poked and prodded.

“Did you see who dropped him off? A firefighter asked and Death shrugged, hands back in his pockets.

“She was young. Hurried off before I could say anything.”

The firefighter narrowed his eyes but didn’t question it. “Did she say anything? Why she was dumping him? If he had a name?”

Death paused, looking down at the boy whose eyes were on him bright blue as all newborns are but there was an electricity in them. Death laid a gentle hand on the child’s head, feeling the soft down of hair, the fragile skull.

“No,” Death said finally. “But his name,” Death smiled and the child seemed to smile back. “Is Castiel.”

“Cas-tee-what?” One of the fire fighter’s whispered to another and Death turned towards him, causing both men to step back.

“Castiel. The Angel of Thursday.” Death’s thumb swiped across the child’s forehead. “The Angel of Solitude.”

#

Death was a busy man, lots to attend to and never in the same place for very long. He worked mostly with children, preferring to be the one to usher them to the other side but as time passed he found himself returning to one place over and over. 

The child he saved had been adopted almost immediately by a couple who’d lost many children of their own. Death may have pulled a few strings with Fate but the outcome was ideal. Castiel grew up well-loved and cherished by a mother and a father who understood the great gift they’d been given. They even decided to keep his name, something that pleased Death immensely. If he gave the grandparents a few extra years because of it, well that was his business.

It was a windy day at the beginning of spring when Fate suddenly shifted and Death lighted down in Chicago once more. Castiel, climbing around on the jungle gym at the local park, his babysitter on the phone several yards away was forty-five minutes from an untimely end. Death hung back, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket as he watched the scene play out, an older man making his way over. Death eyed the babysitter as the man approached Castiel, holding a leash and collar.

“My dog got out of her leash! Can you help me find her?” The man said, his face drawn in grief but Death saw into his heart and his rage rumbled as thunder in the distance.

“Oh no!” Castiel exclaimed, jumping down and touching the leash in the man’s hand. “I’ll help you find her. I got a dog too. His name is Marshmallow.”

The man offered his hand and Castiel took it. 

Death was there in an instant, one hand on the man’s shoulder. When the man looked up, his mouth opened in surprise and he gasped his last breath. Castiel cocked his head to the side at the man crumpled on the ground before he looked up at Death. Death could only stare back.

“What happened?”

Death shifted from foot to foot. “He was a bad man. He wanted to take you.”

Castiel’s eyebrows rose and he looked down at the cooling body on the wood chips. “Is he going to be okay?”

Death fought a smile, eyes flicking to the reaper nearby before waving them away with the man’s wretched soul. “He’s gone to where he belongs.”

Castiel nodded and offered his hand. “Wanna swing with me?”

Death’s neck jerked in surprise but found himself carefully slotting his hand in the child’s and allowing himself to be lead off to the swing set.

“I’m Castiel. What’s your name?”

Death paused thinking back to a time when he had a name. “Dean, I think.”

“Hello, Dean.” Castiel looked up at him, his face dominated by large blue eyes. “Wait, you think? Don’t you know your own name?”

Death huffed. “Well, no one has used it in… a very long time.” He cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry, Dean.” Castiel grabbed onto one chain of a swing and turned to sit in it. “It must be lonely, no one knowing your name.”

Death sat in the swing next to the boy and pursed his lips. “Maybe a little, but it’s not so bad. My work keeps me busy.”

Castiel kicked off with his feet and began pumping his legs, reaching higher. Death lifted his head to watch. “‘Daddy says ‘all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy’ I asked him who Jack was.” Castiel let his feet drag along the ground, grinding to a halt and Death felt a smile quirk at his lips as the child’s head tipped to the side in confusion. “But he just laughed.” Castiel’s head righted itself. “Not at me though. Sometimes I’m funny and don’t realize it.”

Death surprised himself with a laugh, the sound carrying on the wind and making the group of people gathering around the corpse by the jungle gym shiver. The babysitter was still on the phone but the commotion was stealing her attention. Death turned to look at Castiel, rocking back and forth in his swing, his eyes on the horizon.

“Hey, just so you know, for next time, any stranger comes up to you asking you to go somewhere with them you kick em in the shin and scream your head off,” Death rested his palm atop the boy’s head and Castiel looked up at him, a small smile playing across his lips. “Capiche?”

Castiel gave a deep nod. “I capiche.” His eyes had found his babysitter who was now frantically searching for him. When her eyes landed on him, Death hid himself from her. “She looks really mad.”

“She’s just scared,” Death replied and Castiel looked over at him. “You wandered off and she didn’t know where you were.” And a guy dropped dead about six feet from where you were playing. 

“Castiel!” The babysitter skidded to a halt in the gravel in front of Castiel’s swing, pulling him into her arms. “You scared me.” She picked him up, hooking him on her hip. “Come on we need to go.”

The child heaved a deep sigh as if resigned to his fate. “Okay.” He twisted in her arms, looking back at Death, and gave a small smile. “Goodbye, Dean.”

“Bye kiddo.”

The babysitter was already starting to walk away and she snorted, looking over her shoulder then at Castiel. “Who are you talking to.”

“Dean. He’s my new friend.”

Death sat smiling until they were out of sight.

#

Castiel was eight when his dog Marshmallow was going into his fifteenth year. Death generally let the new recruits handle the animals but on a scorching summer day, he found himself standing at the gate of the big craftsman on the corner where Castiel lived. He looked up at the second-story window, the one he knew to be the young boy’s who was getting bigger every day. 

They’d met many times over since that first encounter in the park and to Death’s surprise, Castiel always remembered him and knew him by name. Now seemed to be no exception, the front door opening to release Castiel into the world. His dark hair was an unruly swirl beneath the baseball cap he wore, his matching t-shirt proclaiming he played for the Mustangs, sponsored by Nally Ford. 

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel said with a small smile as he approached. Death smiled back but his eyes caught on the white ball of fluff that was attempting to make his way down the porch steps to follow the boy. 

Death let himself in the gate, striding forward and they met halfway, Castiel looking up into Death’s face while Death peered down into his. There was no fear there, no anxiety. There never had been, a wonder Death never could truly comprehend. Marshmallow gave a low growl. Death glanced down at the old dog, barely any teeth left in his head but ready to bite at the smallest provocation. That was about right.

“Marshmallow. No.” Castiel looked down at the dog then back up into the face of Death. “He’s just grumpy because he doesn’t feel good.” Castiel watched as Death crouched down, hand reaching. The growl ceased as Death’s hand hovered over the dog’s head and Castiel squatted down to pet him, hands gentle around the old dog’s ears.

“Yeah, about that,” Death began softly. “This is going to be hard for you to understand, Cas, but Marshmallow is very old.” As he said it, the dog’s eyes sank closed. Castiel rubbed his ears. 

“I know.”

Death swallowed hard, his hand moving to hover over the dog’s back and Marshmallow’s legs gave out, his body rolling to the side as he began to pant. Castiel rubbed his belly. “And when dogs get very old, well, they have to go.” Castiel looked up at him. “And when that happens, someone comes to get them.”

Castiel looked down at the dog who was panting, tongue lolling out the side of its mouth. He ran his fingers through the curly white fur at his side. “Not the dog catcher…”

Death chuckled. “No, no not the dog catcher. Someone who helps them make the transition to their next journey.”

Castiel continued to play with Marshmallow’s fur. “Who?”

Death licked his lips, sucked in a breath he didn’t need. “They look like ordinary folks, sometimes you can see them, other times you can’t.”

“Like you?”

Death blinked and took a moment to marvel at the feeling of surprise, something he hadn’t felt in eons. “Yes, like me.”

Castiel looked up at him, blue eyes steady but solemn. “You’re here to take him, aren’t you?”

Death swallowed hard, the sorrow in the boy’s voice cutting him deeper than tears ever could. “Yeah, Cas. I’m sorry.”

Castiel sniffled a bit as he looked down, petting down Marshmallow’s side. “You’ll look after him? Wherever you take him? He won’t be alone, right?”

Death placed a hand on the back of Castiel’s neck and waited for a shiver that never came. Finally, he spoke. “Yes, of course, Cas.”

Castiel sucked in a deep breath and sat down on his butt, folding his legs so they butted up against Marshmallow’s legs. “Can I have just a few more minutes?”

Death glanced at his watch and nodded. They sat there, young boy and ancient entity as the dog’s breath became more shallow. Castiel dug his fingers into the thick curls of Marshmallow’s side and folded himself in half, pressing his face to its chest. The dog fussed attempted to lick at Castiel’s ball cap. Castiel breathed in deep and Death found himself doing the same, smelling cut grass, sweat and the musky odor of an animal nearing its end.

“It’s time, Cas,” Death murmured, his voice low and Castiel lifted his head, face tear-stained now, but he wiped them away with the back of his hand. He placed his hands on the dog’s side, looked up at Death, and nodded. 

Death allowed the dog to sniff the back of his hand, accepting the feeble lick before he carded his hand through the curls at the top of his head. Castiel’s hands that had been rising and falling with the dog’s labored breath stopped. Death curled his hand and brought it to his chest, holding it there for the feeble soul to feel safe on its journey. His other hand when to the top of Castiel’s head.

“Go get your father. He’ll help you with the ritual.”

“Can’t you stay?” Castiel asked, blue eyes shining with unshed tears and if Death had a heart it would have broken.

“I’ve gotta get Marshmallow to where he belongs.” Dean knuckled away a tear that was making its way down Castiel’s cheek.

“Okay,” Castiel lowered his head, looking at the cooling body of his beloved pet. He looked back up. “Goodbye, Dean.” 

Death was unprepared for the boy to wrap his arms around him in a tight squeeze before getting up and walking back towards the house.

#

Castiel was twenty when his fate changed again and Death nearly didn’t make it in time. In the back seat of a car, driving way too fast down a dark winding road, Death appeared next to him, his face striated in moonlight. Castiel jumped, his reflexes slower with the alcohol in his veins.

“Dean?”

“Cover your face, kid.” Death muttered as he braced his feet against the seat in front of him and threw out an arm. 

When they hit the tree at 63 miles per hour Castiel’s body slammed into his arm and Death could feel the ribs break, felt the punctured lung as if it were his own. The driver was halfway through the windshield, another reaper already there to take him. Death waved them away as blood slowly filled Castiel’s lungs. 

He coughed, choking on the acrid liquid, unable to get a full breath. His hand twisted in Death’s leather jacket, tugging, blue eyes wide and for the first time Death saw fear there. He couldn’t stand it. He reached past the headrest in front of him, touched the mangled face of the boy there and he immediately stopped breathing.

“You can’t do that!” A voice sharp from outside the car and Death nearly jumped out of his skin when he turned his head to look out the window and found the small blond woman standing there with her clipboard of names. “It’s the other boy’s time, Dean.”

Death glared out at her, throwing open the door. “You got your soul. Get out of here.”

“You reaped the wrong-“

“The hell I did,” Death yelled and every animal in the forest quieted, the wind through the trees died down. 

The two of them watched as headlights appeared down the road, slowing when the driver saw the wreckage. Death and Fate stood side by side on the shoulder of the road as the good Samaritan talked to Castiel through the back window, promising him everything would be alright. 

“He’ll make it.” Death heaved a sigh, hearing the sirens in the distance.

“Just barely,” Fate muttered, consulting her clipboard. “One of these days you’re going to run out of favors.”

Death turned to look at her. “Not any time soon.”

#

It was three days later in his half-empty dorm room that Castiel attempted to take his own life. Death arrived just as Castiel kicked the chair out of the way, his body falling with an extension cord wrapped tight around his neck right into Death’s arms. A quick flick of his pocket knife and Death had freed Castiel, laying him gently down on the floor as he coughed and sobbed.

“No! Take me! I want to die!” Castiel twisted onto his knees, grabbing onto Death’s legs and hugging them tightly. “Please. I can’t take it. The guilt, it’s too much!”

Death ran his fingers through Castiel’s unruly hair. “It’s not your time.”

“It was my time,” Castiel wiped at his face, fury in his eyes as he glared up at the ancient entity. “I heard you and that lady talking. She said you reaped the wrong one!”

“You hit your head pretty hard, kid.”

Castiel wiped at his face furiously, getting his trembling legs under him. “I know what you are. What you do.”

Death brought himself to his full height, leveling Castiel with his most pensive stare. “Do you?”

“I’ve always known,” Castiel spit. “And I never cared. You were always my…” Castiel trailed swallowing hard. “My friend. But this, I can’t take this Dean.”

“Why can’t you just be grateful,” Death huffed holding out his arms.

Castiel’s face went slack with shock. “You kill the man I love instead of me and I’m supposed to be grateful?”

Death’s mouth popped open, surprised again, that made twice in a single decade now. “Your… the man you loved? Wow, how did I miss that?”

“You miss a lot of things,” Castiel spit, his eyes hard.

Death rubbed his mouth. “When-“

“Since I was a child,” Castiel heaved a sigh. “Look don’t try to change the subject. I was dying already, Dean!” Castiel’s fists were clenched at his sides. “Why didn’t you let me go? Why’d you have to take him? He was everything to me. How could you not know that?”

Death rubbed the back of his neck, “Life isn’t really under my purview, kid.”

“What about love then?” Castiel got right in his face, nose to nose, and Death stood stock still. 

“I know it when I see it.”

“Then you must have been blind that night.” Castiel spun away, running his hands through his hair. “I can’t do this. Please. Take me.”

“No.”

“Why? Why not?”

“I told you. It’s not your time.”

“Are you sure it’s not because you have some weird obsession with me?” Castiel strode right up into what a human would call their personal space. “What is it about me huh? Why me? Why don’t you latch on to some other poor bastard?”

Death swallowed hard. “I can go if you’d like.” 

Castiel let out a humorless laugh. “Stay. Go. What do I care?” He let himself fall onto his bed, face buried in his pillow while Death stood watch.

#

Death didn’t see much of Castiel after that or more like Castiel didn’t see much of him. He’d check in every now and then, saw him graduate college, move to the east coast, fall in love and get his heart broken only to fall in love again. Through it all Death stood watch, sometimes with Fate at his side, like at Castiel’s wedding.

“I could step in,” Fate murmured, an offer she wasn’t likely to make twice but Death shook his head, watching as Castiel beamed with happiness after kissing his husband.

It wasn’t long after that they met again in a hospital just north of Chicago. It was nearing midnight and no one was around. Castiel was sitting with his mother, his husband and father had gone home hours before but Castiel insisted on staying. Neither could understand why Castiel refused to leave her side but didn’t question it. Castiel was a good son who loved his mother very much. 

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel said as Death hovered in the doorway. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

“I tried to wait for you to leave,” Death mumbled, looking down at his boots as he tapped his toe on the floor.

“Why?”

Death looked up and found Castiel’s head canted to the side, and he couldn’t help but smile. “We didn’t exactly part on the best of terms when we last spoke.”

Castiel looked down at his mother’s hand, so small and frail in his own. He cleared his throat. “You were right. I should have been grateful.”

“It was a callous thing to say when you were grieving.”

Castiel snorted. “That’s true.” He huffed a sigh. “But ultimately you were right. I didn’t love him. I didn’t know what love was then. Not that kind of love anyway.” Castiel ran his thumb over the thin blue veins of his mother’s hand. “How much longer does she have?”

Death checked his watch. “We’ve got a few more minutes.”

“Then sit.”

Death did, across the bed from Castiel and took in the changes, the strands of gray in his hair, laugh lines crinkling around his eyes and mouth.

“You know you look exactly the same as I remember you when I was four.”

Death grinned. “All that clean living.”

Castiel snorted, a grin pulling at his own lips before it faded. “You’ll take care of her?”

Death nodded. “Of course.”

Castiel squinted, opening his mouth then closing it again. Death heaved a sigh. “Go ahead. Ask whatever you want to ask me.”

Castiel’s cheeks bloomed a lovely pink that Death would see in every sunrise from that moment on. “How’s Marshmallow?”

Death blinked. “I give you one question to ask me whatever you want and you ask about your damn dog?”

Castiel frowned. “I loved that dog.”

Death rolled his eyes and chuckled. “Marshmallow is doing great. Has lots of doggy friends.”

A small smile tugged at Castiel’s lips. “Good. I hope Mom gets to see him.”

“I’ll make sure she does.”

“I’m ready.”

Death gave a small nod, waiting a beat to watch Castiel breath in steadily, his eyes on his mother’s face. Death reached forward, fingers brushing a white curl from her forehead before resting his palm there gently. One of the monitors began to scream. A nurse bustled in quickly, checking in and ultimately turning off the sound, standing by as the old woman took her last breaths. Death took her soul and cradled it to his chest.

“Take care of her,” Castiel whispered and Death gave him a solemn nod before he went on his way.

#

It wasn’t long after that Fate dealt Castiel another bad hand and Death had arrived to do his duty. Castiel’s husband laid prone on a hospice bed, his once strong body frail and hairless, ravaged by a disease Death hated almost more than he hated himself. Death came into the room unannounced, stood by Castiel’s side as silent tears ran down his face.

Death checked his watch.

“I can feel you.” 

Death nearly fell over in shock. Third time in as many decades. Damn.

“Don’t hide, Dean. I’ve been expecting you.”

“I tried.” Death placed a hand on Castiel’s shoulder. “I tried but I’m out of favors.”

“It’s okay,” Castiel sniffled, his own hand coming up to cover the cool one on his shoulder and Death felt the warmth as if it were the sun. “How much time do we have?”

“Couple minutes.”

Castiel nodded, leaning forward and placing a hand on his husband’s shoulder, giving him a light shake. He gasped awake, eyes hazy with pain and medication but something in them still blazed when they landed on Castiel. 

“Honey, I want you to meet someone. Can you see him? Next to me.” Castiel turned, looking up at Death, and licked his dry lips. 

“Yes,” Castiel’s husband croaked. “He’s just as handsome as you said.”

Castiel let out a watery laugh, glancing up at Death who was not blushing as he reached up to rub his ear. “He’s here for you.”

Castiel’s husband nodded solemnly. “About time.”

Castiel let out a quiet sob and immediately tried to shove it back into his mouth. His husband squeezed his hand as Death squeezed his shoulder. 

“Come on now. This ain’t the end. I’ll see you. Hopefully not too soon?” Castiel’s husband lifted his brows and Death gave him a small smile.

“Not if I have anything to do with it.”

Castiel was leaning over, pressing his forehead to his husband’s and breathing slow in his nose and out his mouth, barely hanging on. Death stepped forward, hand covering the one that Castiel held. One final gasp and then the room was silent. Castiel gave a soft cry, feeling warmth rush through him, love and light and something so bright it almost burned. And then it was gone.

Death pulled the soul close to his chest, his other hand lighting on Castiel’s shoulder. Castiel glanced up into the face of Death but was immediately distracted by the small ball of light in his hand. Castiel looked up and Death nodded in answer to his question. Castiel let go of the hand in his and wrapped his arms around himself as the tears came hot and fast.

“Can you please stay?”

Death shifted from foot to foot. “I need to take care of him. But I can come back.”

“Please hurry.”

#

Death wasn’t really the type to hang around any one place too long but for years after Castiel’s husband’.s transition, he found himself irrevocably drawn to Castiel. He’d always been to a certain extent but the man’s grief had worn down all his defenses, all his excuses to stay away. For once Death was welcomed into a home with open arms.

They sat on the couch and watched bad television. Death had a strange obsession with Dr. Sexy that Castiel found hilarious. Death tolerated all of Castiel’s terrible nature documentaries. It was one night as Castiel was going up the stairs to bed that he paused, looking back at Death who was putting the dishes in the dishwasher.

“I love you, Dean. You know that right?”

Death stood stock still and he’d be goddamned if it hadn’t happened again. He looked up to find Castiel just standing there on the third step, gaze just as intense as it had been when he’d first laid eyes on him as an infant. He didn’t have to say it. Neither of them did so Castiel just gave him a small smile and continued his ascent up the stairs. And that night, Death followed.

#

It was both the worst and best day of his tenure when Castiel’s time was finally up. Fate in her fussy suit with her obnoxious clipboard arrived to stand at the end of the hospital bed where Castiel lay, Death at his side. 

“No more favors. No more tricks,” Fate said softly and Death looked away from the face of his beloved, aged and creased as it was now, while his was permanently stuck as youthful and smooth. 

“Can I keep him?” Death asked, staring into the eyes of Fate and daring to hope. “I know it’s not ever been done. I know this is a one-person gig but…” Death looked back upon the only face he’d ever loved, into the only eyes that had ever truly seen him. “Just this once, can I keep him?”

Fate gave him a small smile. “Yes, Dean. He’s yours to keep.”

#

So Death and his companion were joined at the human’s crossing, bound by Fate herself to walk through eternity together. Sure they quarreled, sometimes even spending a few decades apart but the string that tethered them was unbreakable, a fact Death loved to remind his younger counterpart of. 

It’s said that when a couple dies within hours of each other they’re always accompanied by another couple, two men, handsome and young, looking more in love than any cosmic entities had a right to be.

[golbrockstar]

Drinking Buddies

Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warning(s): drinking, swearing

A/N: This one’s for @rebelemilu​ because we love these men (Not my gifs)

“Come on,” Dean encouraged, clapping Bucky on the shoulder. “If you could have any Avenger you wanted, who would it be?”

Dean and Bucky were sat on a pair of barstools, old tunes Bucky didn’t recognize playing on the jukebox, dim yellow lights and neon signs illuminating the otherwise dark bar.

“No, no, no way. That’s wrong, some of them are married or-”

“Okay, situation regardless, any of them.”

Bucky laughed, his cheeks flushing a little bit as he raised his beer bottle to his lips. When Dean had offered to buy him a drink he thought the guy was just being courteous while Sam squared hammered it out back at the house, not to try to gain intel on his sex life.

“I don’t know man, I don’t really think about that-”

“Oh, come on. You’re saying you’ve never thought about it? Not once?”

Bucky sighed. He knew Dean would not be letting this go until he got an answer out of him. “Honestly, man, it really hasn’t crossed my mind.”

Dean guffawed at him. “Tell me you’ve at least gotten some since 1945,”

Bucky grumbled and took another swig of his beer.

“You haven’t?” The hunter exclaimed. “Not even a kiss?”

“Talk a little louder I don’t think the guy at the back heard you,”

“Dude, come on!” Dean slapped his shoulder. “You need to get on it! Get back out there! An attractive guy like you shouldn’t have any trouble picking up a girl.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “I’m a hundred years out of practice. I don’t even know what girls find attractive anymore. In the forties it was a nice clean shave and a military uniform. Now a guy could look homeless and there’d be a dame after him.”

“Yeah, you can thank Kurt Cobain for that one.”

“Kurt who?”

“Kurt Co- nevermind. You’ve at least had an uh...you know.” Dean made a motion with his hand.

Bucky avoided his friend’s eyes, uncomfortable with the insinuation. “Yes. I’ve done that.”

“Well, surely you’ve got a certain lady in mind when you’re doing that? Maybe some hot forties chick or one the avengers?”

Bucky scoffed, but Dean caught the blush rising to his cheeks.

“So there is someone!”

Bucky turned abruptly. “No, there isn’t!”

“There so is! Come on, come on, tell me, tell me! No, wait, I bet I can guess! Is it Natasha? Wanda? That Sharon chick? What about-”

The door to the bar opened, the bell above it jingling and catching the two men’s attention.

A woman walked in. She had (e/c) eyes and (h/l) (h/c) hair. She was dressed casually formal with a blue button up and black pants, her sneakers looking odd against the rest of the outfit.

“...Y/N?”

Bucky and Dean looked at each other and suddenly understanding dawned on both of them.

Bucky’s eyes widened and Dean’s expression soured.

No. Not Y/N. Not his Y/N.

Y/N and Dean had met as teenagers when the Winchesters rolled into her town on a case and then John had left himself and Sam in town to go to school while he went off chasing a lead.

Dean had been in Y/N’s history class. World War 2 had been the subject, if you could believe it. The memory was suddenly bittered by the detail.

Dean, being Dean, had swaggered in to class late, dressed like the rebel he was with an old leather jacket and a smirk.

“Mr. Winchester.” The old crone at the front of the room sneered. “Nice of you to join us.”

Dean grinned at her. “Always a pleasure, ma’am.”

“Have a seat, Mr. Winchester.”

He did as instructed, languidly making his way to the back of the room, sitting directly behind one Y/N L/N.

He eyed her up from behind, finding her to be too pretty to be sitting at the back of the room. Her hair styled neatly, her outfit wrinkle free, one of her feet tucked behind the other as she devoted her attention to the front of the room.

Dean tapped her on the shoulder.

She turned and Dean was surprised to find that she was wearing a Led Zeppelin t-shirt.

“Yes?” She said.

Dean’s eyes travelled up from her chest to her face, her expression now one of mild annoyance.

He smiled. “Mind if I borrow a pencil?”

“Do you have any intention of giving it back?”

“Oh, every intention, sweetheart.”

She rolled her eyes so hard Dean thought they might get stuck to the back of her head, but she handed him the pencil anyway.

“Nice shirt, by the way.”

“Thank you. Nice jacket.”

Dean came out of class that day with a smile on his face. Not because Mrs. What’s-Her-Face’s lecture had inspired him, but because he managed to annoy Y/N into giving him her number.

“So, I’ll call you tonight?”

Y/N held her books tightly to her chest. “If my father answers, you’d be better off just hanging up.”

Dean gave her a wicked grin and watched unashamedly as she walked away from him.

They spent some time together, passed notes in class, listened to Motorhead behind the bleachers at lunch, but never went on any dates because straight-forward, “I have big dreams, Dean” Y/N wouldn’t allow him to take her on one.

Perhaps it was for the best, in hindsight, because John had pulled the boys back out of school not long after. And Dean thought that if he had taken her on a date it probably would have hurt leaving her behind.

He kept her number, but could never work up the courage to actually call her again.

Until, one day, to his surprise, she called him.

“Hello, is this Winchester?”

“Depends on who’s asking,” Dean snarked.

“...Dean?”

“Speaking. Who’s this?”

“Y/N L/N,”

Dean had nearly choked on his beer. “Y/N? How do you have this number? And why are you calling it?”

“Because I need your help, dumbass.”

Oh. How he had missed her.

Turns out “I have big dreams, Dean,” Y/N L/N had grown into quite the young lady.

As Bobby liked to put it, “The devil threw her to the wolves and she came back chewing on their bones.”

They had stayed in touch after that, but, as usual, Y/N would never let Dean take her on any dates. “I still have big dreams, Dean,”

But, God, he was so hung up on her.

So, when she called saying that a couple of Avengers needed their help with a supervillain, Dean was ready to make the drive from Kansas to New York with little persuasion. 

And now, he finds out that Bucky fucking Barnes has the hots for her too.

Bucky almost feels guilty under Dean’s hateful glare.

Not like it was his fault. He couldn’t control his feelings. If he could he’d have sorted those out long ago.

But ever since she’d helped Steve and Sam get a hold of him way back when, he’d been interested in her.

Sure, Natasha and all the other girls were nice but her? There was something special about her.

He was also pretty sure she’d kicked the crap out of him when he was the Winter Solider, but those memories were always a little fuzzy.

“Name’s Bucky.”

Y/N took his hand. “I remember.” Hard not to. It was practically Steve’s every other word for a while. “Good to see you got a haircut.”

Bucky grinned at her. “Thought it was time.”

“Y/N!” Sam interrupted, pulling the agent in for a hug. “Thought we’d seen the last of you after Thanos.”

“Oh, you’ll never see the last of me, Mr. America.”

Sam made a face and Bucky laughed.

“Nah. I was taking care of some business in Kansas for a while. It’s good to see you guys, though. Congratulations of the whole upgrades thing, for both of you.” She mock saluted before continuing. “So, what’s this problem I’ve been called in for?”

“Well, there’s this group of vigilantes,” Sam began. “We thought they were some left over flag smashers at first, because of how insanely strong they were, but then things got... weird.”

Y/N licked her lips. “How weird?”

“Like fangs and claws weird.” Bucky said.

Instead of surprise or disbelief like they had expected, Y/N merely put a hand to her chin in thought. “Okay. I’m gonna need you to be more descriptive. What were they doing and what exactly did they look like?”

They explained roughly what had happened. How they had been called in to deal with what was originally classified as super-soldiers and how they learned that these were definitely not super-soldiers after they started swiping and biting at them.

They were even more surprised when Y/N said, “I think I know a couple of guys who can help.”

They had all gone back to the army base they were working out of (”Torres!” “You know Torres?” “Yeah, he’s great. High five, man.”) and set up shop to wait for Y/N’s colleagues to come through.

“Yes. No. No, Dean,”

Watching Y/N talk to her colleagues was like watching someone argue with family over the phone.

Bucky watched her intently as Sam chatted with Torres just outside the door of the debrief room they’d been given. She was animated as she talked, her hands flying around as she explained the situation, and her words were more relaxed and common-place than they were when she talked to him and Sam. Whoever she was talking to, she must have known them for years.

“Yeah, I agree, Sam, I also thought it was weird that- Dean can you shut the fuck up a sec? Great. As I was saying-”

Bucky chuckled at that. She was a very pretty woman, that much he knew. He’d only seen her in her “hero” uniform a few times before and he much preferred her every day look.

“Yeah. Great. Got that address, Sam? Awesome. See you guys soon.” She hung up and tossed the phone on the table. “They’ll be here in a few days.”

Bucky nodded. “Old friends of yours?”

“You could say that, yeah,” She replied, sitting down in the chair across from Bucky’s, slightly exasperated. “I went to school with them for a while.”

Bucky nodded. “You know, for you knowing so much about me, I don’t really know that much about you.”

“Well, it’s hard not to know a lot about you in this field of work, Mr. America’s boyfriend.”

Bucky frowned and Y/N laughed.

He couldn’t help but smile, her laugh was almost infectious. And the way she threw her head back over her chair. She looked gorgeous when she laughed.

That had been the start of Bucky’s slowly rising feelings for her.

And now? Well, he just kind of felt guilty about them.

Dean was practically fuming. “What the fu-”

“Hey, guys!”

They both straightened up as she came over to them, a beer in hand. “I didn’t know you guys were here.”

Dean cleared his throat. “Yeah we had to get away from Sam and Sam for a while.”

“There’s only a little confusion going on,” Bucky added.

Y/N smiled. “I was just about to head back there actually. Well, after this beer, of course.”

“Can’t be letting that go to waste,” Dean quipped before Bucky could.

The super-soldier frowned.

She nodded. “Well, of course. If I didn’t want it I could just hand it over to Bucky, here. He can’t even get drunk.”

Bucky smiled. “Yeah, I drink mostly for the taste nowadays.”

“Gah,” Dean said wrapping an arm around his shoulders and squeezing a little too tightly for it to be friendly. “I wish I had that super power. I’d probably never stop drinking.”

Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile. “Yeah, I bet.” she ruffled his hair. “Don’t get too drunk, we need you in tip-top shape to take down these monsters.”

“Aye-aye, Captain,” Dean said.

“See you boys later,” She said, downing the rest of her beer and waving as she headed for the door.

When the door closed behind her, Dean removed himself from Bucky’s side and went back to angrily glaring at him. “You can’t have her.”

“What?” Bucky turned surprised to the hunter. “You can’t ban me from being interested in her!”

“Hell if I can’t! I’ve know Y/N for over ten years now and no pretty boy from the 1940s is going to take her away from me now that I’ve got her back in my life.”

Bucky was frowning angrily now. “Well, you’ve been waiting so long, how do you know she’s even interested in you?”

“How do you know she’s interested in you?” Dean retorted.

“I don’t but I’d gladly find out!”

“Oi! Quiet down over there!” The bartender shouted.

Bucky and Dean glared at each other.

Bucky down the last of his drink and slammed the bottle on the counter.

“This isn’t over, Barnes,” Dean growled as Bucky stormed away.

“Oh, yeah? We’ll just see about that.”