#dean x cas x reader

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

The throuple

Dean Winchester/Angel!Castiel/Female Reader

Warning: Implied Smut. Non-descriptive nudity. Established relationship. Dom/sub undertones.

She lays across their bed naked, hair still damp from her shower, resting her head on her pillow and sees her men walk in. Dean practically ogling her body while Cas has raised a questioning eyebrow followed by a smirk.

“Hello, Y/N,” Cas says.

Smirking with a quirked brow haughtily at Dean, she says, “I would ask if you’re a boob or ass man but I think Cas kind of answers that question for you. Don’tcha think?”

She looks to Cas with a small smile and same brow raised. “Though Cas, I’m curious as to your answer. Being an Angel of the Lord, it makes me curious as to your preferences. Does Dean answer that question for you as well?”

Cas rolls his eyes with nearly with his whole body at her question then stares at her with his dom brow.

Chewing her lip and looking to the bed as she wiggles a foot, an obvious display of her submission. “Sorry,” she says, quietly and sincerely.

[emisanemu]

I wrote 400 words guys, in a fic I’ve been working on for three years, only like 2000 more to go.

[cuntiel]

Castiel kinda looks like marlin from finding Nemo

[lila-lou]

✨Littlest Winchester✨

Summary: You were always all about Christmas, but this year your excitement was through the roof—mixed with a hint of nervousness. You had big news to share with Dean, and the thought of it made your heart race with both joy and a touch of fear.

-Christmas Special-

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: bit of Angst, FLUFF

Word Count: 8706

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

Dean groaned as you shoved him, shifting slightly before blinking awake. His arm instinctively reached back for you, but you were already halfway out of bed, practically buzzing with excitement.

“What the hell, Y/N”, he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. “It’s too early for this”.

You turned around, your grin widening as you saw his messy hair and the way he tried to bury his face back into the pillow. “It’s Christmas, Dean! Come on, get up!”.

He cracked one eye open, clearly unimpressed, but there was a hint of amusement in his gaze. “You’re like a kid”, he muttered, but despite his grumbling, you knew he wasn’t really annoyed.

You laughed, pulling at his arm to try and drag him out of bed. “Exactly! And we’ve got a whole day ahead. Presents, food… everything”.

Dean groaned again, louder this time, and reached out his arm, trying to pull you back toward the bed. “C’mon, baby”, he muttered, his voice low and husky. “Just… five more minutes. It’s freezing out there, and this bed is perfect right now”.

You shook your head, laughing softly as he wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you back onto the mattress. “Dean! We have the whole day! I don’t want to waste it”, you said, even as you felt his warmth surround you, making it harder to resist the temptation to stay.

He grinned lazily, clearly enjoying his victory as you reluctantly settled back beside him. “The day’s not going anywhere”, he murmured, his voice a little softer now. “Besides, Christmas can wait. Let’s just stay here… just a little longer”. His hand traced lazy circles on your back, and you could feel his breath against your neck as he nestled closer.

For a moment, you almost gave in. The way Dean held you, his warmth, the quietness of the room—it was all too comfortable. But then your excitement bubbled up again, and you gently nudged him. “Dean, come on”, you urged, trying to wiggle free from his grip.

Dean let out an exaggerated groan, burying his face deeper into the pillow as you tried to escape his grasp. “You’re killing me, Y/N”, he muttered, his arm tightening around you one last time before finally loosening his grip. “Fine, but I’m only doing this for the pie”.

You laughed, finally free as you sprang out of bed, your energy contagious. Dean rolled onto his back, stretching his arms over his head, watching you with a lazy smirk as you practically skipped around the room.

“You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re excited”, he teased, his voice still thick with sleep. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, running a hand through his messy hair as he sat up. “But if I don’t smell coffee in the next five minutes, you’re on your own”.

You shot him a playful glare before heading toward the door, the excitement bubbling up again.

Dean pulled on his sweatpants and a shirt, giving one last stretch before heading out of the room. He followed you quietly through the bunker, the coolness of the metal halls contrasting with the warmth of your festive decorations. You had spent weeks transforming the usually stark and utilitarian space into something that actually felt like Christmas—string lights hung from the walls, garlands draped over the railings, and a big tree sat proudly in the corner of the main room, covered in ornaments.

As Dean walked, he couldn’t help but smirk at how much effort you’d put into it. The bunker, usually so cold and impersonal, felt almost… homey. He’d never been one for Christmas decorations, but he had to admit, seeing the place like this wasn’t so bad.

When he finally reached the kitchen, you were already bustling around, pouring a mug of coffee and humming to yourself. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mixing with the faint scent of cinnamon from a candle you had insisted on lighting every morning.

Dean leaned against the doorframe, watching you for a moment. “You know, you’ve really outdone yourself with this whole Christmas thing”, he said, his tone half teasing, half genuine. “Didn’t think the bunker could look this… festive”.

You turned around, grinning as you handed him a mug. “Well, someone had to bring the holiday spirit. If it were up to you, we’d have nothing but a six-pack and maybe a couple of leftover slices of pizza to celebrate”.

Dean chuckled, taking the coffee gratefully. “Hey, nothing wrong with that. But I gotta admit, the tree’s kinda growing on me”.

That’s when Sam stumbled into the kitchen, still half asleep, his hair sticking up in all directions. He looked like he’d just rolled out of bed—because he had. He squinted at the lights. You could see him suppressing a yawn as he leaned against the counter, blinking at the sight of the two of you.

“Morning���, he muttered, rubbing his eyes and reaching for the coffee pot. “Knew I’d be dead if I slept in today”, he added with a smirk in your direction, his voice gravelly with sleep.

You grinned, lifting your mug in mock salute. “Damn right, Winchester. It’s Christmas, not time to laze around”.

Dean chuckled, shaking his head as he watched Sam pour himself some coffee.

Sam took a slow sip of his coffee, his eyes narrowing slightly as a mischievous grin crept onto his face. He leaned back against the counter, casually crossing his arms. “Speaking of lazing around, Dean, I didn’t think you’d even be up by now, considering you’ve got a whole new reason to stay in bed these days”, he teased, casting a glance your way.

Dean shot him a look, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, really, Sammy? That’s what we’re doing now?”.

Sam smirked, clearly enjoying the chance to poke fun at his brother. “What? I’m just saying, Y/N’s got you wrapped around her finger. I never thought I’d see the day Dean Winchester gets out of bed early on Christmas morning without complaining. Miracles do happen”.

Dean rolled his eyes, but you could see the faintest hint of a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, yeah. Keep talking, Sasquatch”.

Sam chuckled, clearly not done with the teasing. “I’m just saying, she’s got you doing things I never thought possible. I mean, you’re practically domesticated, Dean. Next thing we know, you’ll be cooking us a Christmas dinner and wearing an apron”.

Dean scoffed, leaning back against the counter with a smirk. “Yeah, right. Like I’d ever let you two anywhere near my cooking. And for the record, Y/N hasn’t ‘domesticated’ anything. I’m still the same badass I’ve always been”.

You raised an eyebrow at him playfully, crossing your arms. “Oh really? Because I distinctly remember someone helping me hang Christmas lights last week without complaining once”.

Dean pointed at you, his grin widening. “Hey, I did that under protest, and I still managed to look cool doing it”.

Sam burst out laughing. “Yeah, because nothing says ‘cool’ like untangling lights and getting glitter all over yourself”.

You grinned, stepping closer to Dean and leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips. “You’re still a badass”, you mumbled against his mouth, your hand resting on his chest.

Dean smirked, his eyes darkening playfully as he pulled you closer, his hand slipping to give your butt a squeeze. “Damn right I am”, he grumbled quietly, his lips brushing against your ear. “And tonight, I’m gonna show you just how much of a badass I really am”.

You blushed slightly, biting your lip, but before you could respond, Sam cleared his throat loudly, rolling his eyes as he grabbed a spatula from the counter. “Alright, lovebirds. Save it for later”. He gave Dean a pointed look and shook his head, but there was a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Dean just laughed, completely unbothered. “What? You’d understand if you weren’t such a giant prude”.

Sam chuckled and turned his attention back to the stove, where the eggs you’d been cooking were starting to sizzle. “Speaking of helping, you two might want to focus on breakfast before I have to scrape these off the pan”. He stirred the eggs, giving Dean a mock glare. “You’re not getting out of this one, man. You can help with breakfast if you’re not too busy being a badass”.

Dean grinned, giving you one more quick kiss, his lips lingering just long enough to make your heart flutter. "Alright, alright", he muttered with a chuckle.

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips as you returned to the stove, taking over where Sam left off with the eggs. As you stirred them, you could feel Dean’s gaze still on you, that familiar warmth blooming in your chest. Sam was right—Dean might act tough and gruff most of the time, but with you, it was different. There was a softness he showed only around you, a vulnerability he never let anyone else see. And honestly, it felt good knowing you had him wrapped around your finger in a way no one else ever had.

Dean walked up behind you, resting his hand casually on the small of your back as he grabbed the coffee pot to refill his mug. "These eggs better be good, or you’re gonna have to explain to Sam why I’m stealing all the bacon later".

Sam snorted from the other side of the kitchen, glancing over with a smirk. "You’re such a drama queen, Dean. It’s breakfast, not a five-star restaurant".

"Hey, breakfast is important", Dean shot back, leaning against the counter with a mock-serious look. "And so is bacon. Especially on Christmas morning".

You laughed, shaking your head as you finished scrambling the eggs, the smell of food filling the bunker and blending with the warmth of the decorations around you. “Relax, Winchester. You’ll get your bacon”.

Dean raised his mug in a mock toast. “Now you’re talking my language”.

As Sam set the table, you couldn’t help but take a moment to appreciate the scene—two brothers you cared about, a peaceful morning for once, and a Christmas that actually felt like something worth celebrating. Despite everything life threw at you, moments like this made it all worthwhile.

Just as you set the plates of scrambled eggs and bacon on the table, a sudden whoosh of air filled the room, and before you could react, Jack appeared right in the middle of the kitchen, his usual bright smile lighting up his face.

“Good morning!”, Jack exclaimed, his excitement palpable. “Merry Christmas!”.

Dean nearly spilled his coffee, glancing up with a start. “Damn it, Jack! We’ve talked about the whole ‘teleporting without warning’ thing”.

Before Jack could respond, there was another rustle, and Cas stepped into the kitchen, as calm and collected as ever. “Dean”, he said in his familiar, gravelly tone, “we’re here for breakfast, not to startle you”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as you watched Dean roll his eyes, clearly trying to keep his usual grumpy demeanor in place, though you could tell he was glad to see them. “Yeah, well, maybe next time use the front door like normal people”, Dean muttered, but his grin betrayed him as he waved them over.

Jack, seemingly oblivious to the grumbling, beamed at the sight of the Christmas decorations you had put up. “Wow, Y/N! The bunker looks amazing! It feels so… festive!”.

You smiled, wiping your hands on a dish towel. “Thanks, Jack. Took a bit of work, but it’s worth it”.

Cas, standing beside Jack, nodded his approval. “It’s a significant improvement. Very… homey”.

Dean snorted, muttering under his breath, “Great, now even Cas is getting sappy”. But there was no hiding the fondness in his voice.

Sam grinned at Jack and Cas, pulling out chairs for them. “Perfect timing, guys. Y/N just finished making breakfast. You’re just in time”.

Jack’s eyes lit up as he sat down eagerly, glancing at the spread of eggs, bacon, and toast. “I love breakfast!”.

Dean raised an eyebrow as he sat down across from him. “Jack, you love every meal”.

Jack shrugged with a sheepish smile. “That’s true. But breakfast is especially good”.

Cas sat beside Jack, his eyes scanning the table thoughtfully. “I don’t require food, but I appreciate the sentiment. I’ll join you”.

Dean caught your eye as you both sat down, his hand brushing against yours under the table. He didn’t say anything, but the warmth in his gaze said it all: this, right here, was what mattered.

As the breakfast continued, the table filled with the sound of clinking forks and Jack excitedly recounting some recent stories, Cas began to grow unusually quiet. You noticed him eyeing you from across the table, his piercing blue gaze lingering on you with that familiar intensity that usually meant he had picked up on something. His brows furrowed slightly, and you bit your lip, silently hoping he’d just tune into Jack’s enthusiastic chatter.

But then, Cas tilted his head ever so slightly, his eyes narrowing as they dropped to your stomach. “Y/N”, he started, his voice cutting through the lighthearted atmosphere, “something feels… off”.

Your heart skipped a beat. You could feel Dean glance at you out of the corner of his eye, his fork pausing midway to his mouth. Cas’ eyes were still fixed on you, a mix of confusion and concern etched across his face, and you knew he was sensing something that you weren’t quite ready to discuss. Not yet.

Cas opened his mouth again, but before he could say anything more, you stood up abruptly, your chair scraping against the floor. “Cas, could you help me with something in the library?”, you asked quickly, trying to keep your voice steady, but the urgency in your tone was hard to miss.

Dean’s gaze shifted fully to you now, his brows furrowing slightly. “Baby, you barely ate”, he said softly, nodding towards your plate that still had most of the eggs untouched.

You forced a small smile, your heart racing. “I’ll be right back. I just need to check something with Cas. Won’t take long”.

Jack, still caught up in his own world, barely seemed to notice the tension as he continued his story to Sam. But Dean wasn’t fooled, his eyes searching yours for an explanation. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before nodding toward Cas, silently pleading with him to follow you without asking any more questions.

Cas stood slowly, his expression still unreadable but compliant, and followed you out of the kitchen. As soon as you were out of earshot, you let out a shaky breath, trying to gather your thoughts. The last thing you needed was Cas revealing something in front of everyone before you even had a chance to wrap your head around it yourself.

Cas watched you with that deep, unblinking intensity, his hands still tucked into the familiar folds of his trench coat. The silence between you felt heavy, the air thick with the tension of unspoken words. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, that angelic perception of his already picking up on things you hadn’t fully come to terms with yet.

And then it happened.

In the quiet stillness of the library, his gaze sharpened slightly. His head tilted once more, and his eyes flicked to your stomach. It was as though something invisible had clicked into place. The faintest sound of another heartbeat reached his celestial senses, soft yet distinct, tucked away beneath your own.

His eyes widened in realization, and he straightened up, his voice barely more than a whisper. “There’s… another heartbeat”.

You swallowed hard, your throat tightening as the reality of it hit you again. You hadn’t wanted to think about it, hadn’t even allowed yourself to fully embrace it yet. But now, with Cas staring at you like he’d just uncovered a truth written in the stars, it was impossible to avoid.

Cas stepped closer, his expression softening with a mixture of awe and understanding. “Y/N… you’re pregnant”.

There it was—out in the open. The secret you had been carrying alone, unsure of how to even approach it. The words hung in the air between you, thick and heavy, as if they had the power to change everything.

You nodded slowly, your eyes dropping to the floor as your fingers fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. “I—I found out a while ago. I haven’t told Dean yet”.

Cas watched you closely, his blue eyes filled with understanding as you hesitated. The weight of your secret had been building up inside you, and now that it was out in the open—at least with Cas—it felt like you were one step closer to facing it. But there was still the looming task of telling Dean, and that, above all, made your heart race.

You took a deep breath, your voice barely above a whisper as you admitted, “I’m planning on telling him tonight”.

Cas nodded, his expression gentle and supportive. “That’s a good idea, Y/N. It’s important that he hears it from you, and in your own time”.

You bit your lip, feeling the nerves bubble up again. “I know. I’ve been trying to figure out the right moment, the right words… but I don’t think there’s ever going to be a perfect time, is there?”.

Cas shook his head slightly. “No, but Dean will understand. He’ll want to be there for you, for both of you”.

You sighed softly, running a hand through your hair. “It’s just… it’s a lot. And with everything we’ve been through—demons, angels, hunting—it’s hard to imagine something like this fitting into our lives”.

Cas took a step closer, his presence calming. “You’re stronger than you think, Y/N. You’ve been through so much together, and this will be another challenge, but one filled with love. Dean will rise to the occasion”.

You smiled weakly, grateful for Cas’ steady reassurance. “Thanks, Cas. I really needed to hear that”.

Cas nodded, a rare, soft smile tugging at his lips, a sight so uncommon that it momentarily eased the tension in your chest. It was reassuring, the way he could offer comfort without saying too much, just being present and understanding in his quiet, angelic way.

"You’re welcome, Y/N", he said softly, that smile lingering. "It’s going to be alright. You’re not alone in this".

You felt a surge of emotion at his words. Cas always had this way of making even the most overwhelming situations seem manageable, like everything was just part of a bigger plan. You were about to face one of the biggest moments of your life, but somehow, in this moment, with Cas standing there, it didn’t feel as impossible as it had before.

“I’m not sure how I’m going to bring it up", you admitted, a hint of nervousness creeping back into your voice. “Dean’s not exactly the best at handling surprises”.

Cas’ small smile grew slightly, an amused glint in his eyes. “True, but he has a way of adapting, especially when it comes to you”.

You chuckled softly, rubbing your hands together nervously. “Yeah, I guess you’re right”.

Cas’ expression grew more serious again as he added, “Dean cares for you deeply. That won’t change, no matter what you tell him tonight”.

You nodded, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “Okay. Tonight”.

You gave him a small, grateful smile and then glanced back toward the kitchen. "We should get back before Dean gets suspicious”.

Cas simply followed your gaze, and with a subtle shift of his posture, you both started making your way back to the kitchen. As you stepped inside, the sound of Jack’s laughter filled the room, and the warmth of the holiday decorations felt a little more comforting now.

Dean immediately looked up from his seat, his green eyes locking onto yours. His brow furrowed slightly, but he smiled, his lips curling into that familiar smirk that always managed to make your heart skip a beat. “Everything good?”, he asked, his voice casual but laced with curiosity.

You smiled back at him, nodding as you returned to your seat next to him. “Yeah, everything’s good”, you said softly, your hand finding his under the table again, needing that connection for just a bit longer.

Dean glanced between you and Cas but didn’t press further. Instead, he squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a gesture of quiet comfort.

The rest of the breakfast carried on with Jack and Sam exchanging stories, Cas chiming in now and then with his calm, straightforward insights. And while the atmosphere was light, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of the conversation that was coming later.

As the day went on, the soft hum of holiday cheer filled the bunker. Jack sat cross-legged on the floor beside you, eagerly helping to wrap the last few presents, his excitement almost palpable as he concentrated on folding the wrapping paper with precision. “Do you think they’ll like them?”, he asked, glancing up at you with wide, hopeful eyes.

You smiled warmly, watching him try his best to mimic the way you wrapped the gifts. “They’ll love them, Jack”, you assured him. “It’s the thought that counts, and you’ve put a lot of thought into these”.

Jack beamed, his joy infectious. “I hope so. I want this Christmas to be perfect”.

As you carefully taped the final gift, your eyes drifted over to Cas, who sat in the corner of the room, staring down at the bright red and green Christmas sweater you’d made him wear earlier in the day. It had a knitted image of a reindeer on it, complete with a blinking red nose, and while the sweater fit him perfectly, Cas looked incredibly out of place.

He tugged slightly at the fabric near his neck, his expression unreadable as he muttered, “This garment feels… unusual”.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly. “It’s supposed to feel a little weird. It’s a Christmas sweater, Cas. They’re meant to be festive, not comfortable”.

Cas raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “I fail to understand how wearing this contributes to the holiday spirit”.

Jack looked up from his wrapping and grinned. “It’s part of the tradition, Castiel. You wear silly clothes, eat too much food, and spend time with the people you care about. That’s the spirit of Christmas”.

Cas glanced at Jack, his confusion softening into contemplation. “I see”, he murmured, his eyes moving down to the blinking reindeer on his chest once more. “It is… rather distracting”.

You chuckled, moving to sit beside him for a moment. “You’re doing great, Cas. You’re embracing the whole Christmas thing, and that’s what counts”.

He nodded slowly, though his fingers continued to tug at the sweater, as if he were still trying to understand its purpose. “I suppose if it makes everyone happy, I can tolerate it for a little while longer”.

Jack beamed at Cas, clearly pleased that he was trying to join in. “It looks good on you, Cas. Really festive!”.

Cas gave a small nod of acknowledgment but looked a little like he’d rather be anywhere else than wearing that sweater. Still, it was a rare moment of levity in their otherwise intense lives, and you were glad to see him at least making an effort.

The day passed peacefully, the bunker filled with laughter and quiet conversation. Sam and Dean had gone out to get the final groceries for dinner, leaving you with some much-needed quiet time to prepare mentally for the conversation you were planning to have later.

Just as you began peeling potatoes for dinner, the sound of Jody’s familiar voice echoed through the bunker, followed by the laughter and chatter of her girls, Claire and Alex.

Cas, Jack, and Sam were quick to step outside to help unload the car. From the doorway, you could see Jack’s enthusiasm, practically bouncing on his heels as they brought in armfuls of presents from the back of Jody’s truck.

You smiled to yourself, grateful for the warmth that filled the bunker today. It wasn’t just the twinkling lights or the soft hum of Christmas music playing in the background; it was the people—this makeshift family that had come together, in all their strange, supernatural, and human ways.

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you, strong and familiar. Before you could react, Dean’s hands slid around your waist, splaying across your belly as he pressed his body close to yours. His lips found the side of your neck, leaving soft kisses that sent shivers down your spine, making your breath hitch.

“Hey”, he whispered against your skin, his voice low and teasing. “You’ve been running around all day. Figured I’d steal a minute”.

You exhaled, momentarily forgetting about the potatoes as you leaned into his touch, feeling the warmth of his hands spread through you. His fingers brushed against your belly gently, and for a second, a rush of nerves tightened your chest. He didn’t know yet, and his hands were right there, resting over the secret you hadn’t yet shared.

Dean must have felt the shift in your body because he paused, his lips still on your neck but now still. “You okay, sweetheart?”.

You forced a smile, even though your heart raced beneath your chest. “Yeah, just… thinking about everything we have to get done”.

He chuckled, clearly not suspecting anything. “You’ve got this”, he said confidently, his hands giving your stomach a soft squeeze before he moved his lips to your ear. “And later tonight, we’ll make some time for just us. Sound good?”.

Your breath caught again, not from his words but from the weight of what you knew you had to tell him. You turned your head slightly, catching his gaze, trying to steady your nerves. “Yeah”, you whispered. “Later”.

Dean grinned, giving you one more lingering kiss on the neck before pulling back. "You need any help here?", he asked, nodding toward the potatoes you’d been peeling, but before you could answer, Jody stepped into the kitchen with her usual air of confident warmth, followed closely by Alex, both clearly ready to jump in and take over.

Jody smiled as she caught sight of Dean standing so close to you. “I think you’ve got enough on your plate, Dean”, she teased lightly, her eyes sparkling. “Why don’t you let the ladies handle dinner, and you can make yourself useful elsewhere?”.

Dean chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. You know where to find me if you need the real help”.

Jody rolled her eyes playfully before turning toward you. “Looks like we’ve got things covered in here, Y/N. What do you say we get this show on the road?”.

You gave her a grateful smile as Alex moved to your side, eager to pitch in. "Sounds good to me".

Before Dean could make another comment, Jody pointed toward the door, a mischievous grin on her face. "Dean, why don’t you, Sam, Cas, and Claire set up the tables in the library for dinner? I want it to look nice. You boys can handle a little decorating, can’t you?".

Dean snorted. “Decorating? Uh, sure, we’ll handle it”.

Claire, who had just come in, overheard Jody’s instructions and immediately protested. "Decorating? Seriously, Jody?", she groaned, throwing her hands up dramatically. "You know I’m not exactly the Martha Stewart type".

Jody shot her a mock-serious look. "It’s Christmas, Claire. And you’re part of this family, which means you help".

Claire grumbled under her breath, but the small smile playing at her lips told you she wasn’t really upset.

Dean, hearing her complaints, threw an arm around Claire’s shoulders as they both walked out of the kitchen. “Come on, kid. We’ll make Cas do the heavy lifting. You and I can just supervise”.

Claire smirked, shaking her head but following along anyway, while you could hear Sam and Cas joining in, their voices fading as they headed toward the library.

With the boys and Claire out of the kitchen, the room settled into a comfortable hum as you, Jody, and Alex set to work on dinner. The smell of freshly peeled potatoes filled the air as you and Alex continued prepping, while Jody took command of the oven, expertly sliding in a tray of seasoned vegetables.

“So”, Jody said, glancing at you with a raised eyebrow as she wiped her hands on a towel. “How are you holding up? Got a lot on your mind, I bet”.

You hesitated for a moment, your hand pausing mid-peel, before you nodded. “Yeah… you could say that”.

Jody gave you one of her knowing looks, that calm, motherly intuition she always carried. “Anything you want to talk about?”.

You smiled softly, appreciating the offer, but shook your head. “Not right now. But… thanks, Jody”.

She nodded, not pressing, but you could tell she understood. "Whenever you're ready".

Alex, sensing the shift in conversation, changed the subject, her voice bright as she asked about dessert ideas. The easy banter and lighthearted chatter that followed made you feel a little more grounded, and soon, the rhythm of preparing the Christmas feast fell into place, calming your nerves.

As you worked alongside Jody and Alex, you could hear occasional bursts of laughter coming from the library, a sure sign that the boys—and Claire—were enjoying their task despite the initial complaints. You couldn’t help but smile, imagining the chaos they were creating while attempting to set up the dinner tables.

Tonight was still hanging over you, but for now, you allowed yourself to enjoy the moment. The warmth, the laughter, the love that filled the bunker—it was all the reassurance you needed. Whatever came next, you’d face it surrounded by the people who had become your family.

Two hours later, the whole group was gathered around the large table in the library, now decorated with Christmas lights and a mix of festive table settings. Laughter and conversation filled the room, creating a warm, comforting atmosphere that made the bunker feel more like a real home. The scent of roasted vegetables, savory meat, and freshly baked bread wafted through the air as everyone dug into the Christmas dinner you had all worked so hard to prepare.

You sat between Dean and Sam, your plate in front of you looking more full than it should, considering the slight wave of nausea that had settled over you. Despite your best efforts, eating wasn’t coming as easily as you’d hoped. It was frustrating, really—you felt like you were starving, but every bite seemed to turn heavy the moment it hit your stomach. Still, you kept a huge smile plastered across your face, determined to enjoy the moment.

As Jody regaled the group with stories from her last Christmas with Claire and Alex, everyone at the table was engaged, laughing and reacting to her animated storytelling. Claire rolled her eyes playfully at some of the more embarrassing details, but there was no denying the affection in her gaze as she listened to Jody.

“And then”, Jody continued, gesturing wildly with her fork, “Claire decided it would be a great idea to chop down her own Christmas tree—without telling me. She borrowed my axe and came back with this tiny, crooked thing. Looked like Charlie Brown’s tree on a bad day”.

Everyone erupted in laughter, Claire groaning dramatically as she covered her face with her hands. “It wasn’t that bad!”, she protested, but the grin on her face betrayed her.

Alex chimed in, laughing, “Oh, it was that bad. You’re lucky it didn’t fall over on us while we were decorating it”.

Dean chuckled beside you, shaking his head. “Sounds like Claire and I would’ve gotten along just fine as kids”.

“Of course you would”, Sam said, rolling his eyes. “Mischief attracts mischief”.

You laughed along with them, though you could feel your stomach turning slightly as you pushed some mashed potatoes around your plate. Dean, ever observant, glanced at you between bites, his eyes narrowing slightly in concern.

“Hey”, he said quietly, leaning in so only you could hear. “You okay? You’ve barely touched your food”.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you offered him a reassuring smile, though you could tell he wasn’t completely convinced. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… not as hungry as I thought I’d be”.

Dean studied you for a moment, his hand resting gently on your knee under the table. He didn’t press further, though, which you appreciated. Instead, he gave your leg a soft squeeze before turning back to the conversation, his worry still lingering just beneath the surface.

As the evening went on, you focused on the stories and laughter around you, feeling the love and joy that filled the room. Jack, seated between Cas and Sam, was practically glowing with excitement, his eyes wide as he listened intently to each person who spoke, soaking in the warmth of the holiday spirit like it was something magical.

Occasionally, you managed a few bites of food, but the queasiness never quite went away. Still, the happiness of the evening made it easier to push the discomfort aside. Jody’s stories continued, one after another, each more hilarious than the last, and soon the entire table was in fits of laughter.

“I swear”, Jody said, wiping a tear from her eye as she finished another tale, “Christmas with these girls is never boring. If it’s not Claire taking an axe to a tree, it’s Alex burning cookies in the oven”.

Alex gasped in mock offense. “That was one time, Jody!”.

Sam grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Sounds like a Winchester Christmas, alright”.

Dean chuckled, but his attention shifted to you again, his hand still resting gently on your leg. He shot you a quick glance, as if making sure you were really okay, but before he could say anything, Jody changed the subject, pulling him back into the conversation.

For now, you kept your smile in place, the weight of your secret heavy in your heart.

The mood in the library was warm and festive as everyone gathered around the Christmas tree, glowing with twinkling lights. The bunker’s cold, utilitarian vibe had completely transformed into something that resembled a cozy family living room. Armchairs and smaller couches were draped around the tree, but despite the available space, Dean pulled you into his lap, grinning as he wrapped an arm around your waist, claiming you as his own little piece of Christmas comfort.

“Gotta save space, right?”, Dean teased, giving you a playful squeeze. You settled into him, your nerves still fluttering as you kept the small, tightly wrapped frame in your hands. You felt the solid weight of the secret within, the truth you were about to share, but you kept it to yourself for now, waiting for the right moment.

On the floor in front of the tree, Jack sat cross-legged, his eyes bright with excitement as he carefully picked up gifts, handing them out with the eagerness of a kid on Christmas morning. Sam sat nearby, his legs stretched out in front of him as he watched the scene with a fond smile. Claire and Alex were already ripping into their presents, while Jody smiled from the armchair, enjoying the chaos that had taken over the normally quiet bunker.

Dean, of course, had his focus on you, even as he tore into the gifts Jack handed him. His laughter filled the room as he opened a box from Sam containing a brand-new set of tools. “Knew I could count on you for the practical stuff”, Dean joked, giving Sam a wink.

You smiled softly, watching Dean enjoy the moment, but your heart raced as the small frame in your hands grew heavier. You could feel the ultrasound picture inside, the words Littlest Winchester written across the frame. You had thought about this moment a hundred times, imagined how it would go, but now that you were here, sitting on Dean’s lap, surrounded by the people you loved, you felt a knot of anxiety tighten in your chest.

Jack continued handing out gifts, his excitement infectious as he passed a wrapped present to Cas, who opened it slowly, carefully peeling away the paper. Dean’s hands, however, rested lightly on your hips, and you could feel his attention shifting back to you between each gift. He was smiling, but there was something in his eyes, like he knew something was on your mind.

Dean leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “You alright, sweetheart? You’ve been a little quiet”.

You nodded quickly, trying to keep the nervousness out of your voice. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… waiting for the right moment”.

Dean’s eyebrows rose slightly, but he didn’t press you further. Instead, he turned his attention back to the last few gifts Jack was handing out. But you could feel his curiosity piqued—he knew something was up, but he was giving you space.

Finally, all the presents were opened, and the room was filled with the sounds of laughter, wrapping paper scattered across the floor. Dean leaned back, his arm still securely around your waist as he admired the various gifts he had received. “This was a damn good Christmas”, he said, his voice content. “You outdid yourself this year”.

You smiled, your heart pounding in your chest as you held the small frame tighter in your hands. This was it. The right moment had arrived, and there was no turning back now.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly shifted in Dean’s lap, turning to face him slightly. “Dean”, you started softly, your voice barely above a whisper, “I have one more gift for you”.

His eyes lit up with curiosity as he tilted his head. “Another one? You’re spoiling me, sweetheart”.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle over you. With trembling hands, you passed him the small, neatly wrapped frame. Dean looked down at it, his brow furrowing slightly as he took it from you, clearly sensing the significance behind it.

His fingers brushed against the wrapping paper as he tore it open, his usual playful smirk giving way to something more serious as he carefully peeled back the layers. When the frame finally emerged, his eyes immediately dropped to the image inside.

Dean froze.

His hand tightened around the frame, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes locked onto the ultrasound picture. The words Littlest Winchester written across the top of the frame seemed to echo in the air between you. For a moment, everything else in the room faded away—Jack’s chatter, Claire’s teasing, even the warm glow of the Christmas tree seemed to disappear as Dean stared at the image in front of him.

His voice, when it finally came, was rough, barely a whisper. “Is this…?”.

Dean’s world seemed to stop as he stared at the ultrasound picture, his breath hitching in his throat. His eyes wide with disbelief and something else—something deeper, rawer. Right now, in this moment, it was as if the rest of the room had faded away. It was just you and him.

You could feel the weight of his gaze on you, but you couldn’t meet his eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of nerves and anticipation swirling inside of you. You bit your lip, your fingers trembling as you twisted them together anxiously in your lap. How would he react? This wasn’t planned. Hell, you’d been on the pill, doing everything right, and yet somehow this happened.

You had known that Dean always wanted kids, deep down. You had seen it in the way he looked at families whenever you passed them on the road, in the rare quiet moments when he let his guard down and talked about what could have been. But with his lifestyle—your lifestyle—it always seemed like an impossible dream. The topic had always been brushed off, a “what if” too dangerous to entertain.

Now, it wasn’t a “what if” anymore. It was real. It was happening. And you were terrified of how he might respond.

Tears welled in your eyes, your vision blurring as you nodded slowly, unable to find the strength to look at him. You stared down at your hands, twisting your fingers together as the silence stretched on, the tension in the air thick enough to choke on.

“I—I didn’t know… I was on the pill. I don’t know how this happened, but… it did”, you whispered, your voice trembling as the tears spilled over.

You wiped at your eyes, trying to steady your breathing. “I’m scared. I don’t know what this means for us, for everything. I just… I know it’s not what we planned, and I don’t know how you feel about it…”.

Your voice trailed off, overwhelmed by the enormity of what was happening. You didn’t dare look up at him, afraid of what you might see in his eyes—afraid that the dream you hadn’t let yourself believe in might come crashing down.

But then, after what felt like an eternity, you felt Dean’s hand move from the frame. His fingers found yours, gently prying your hands apart and wrapping them in his. His touch was warm, grounding you, and with that simple gesture, your heart clenched.

“Sweetheart”, Dean’s voice was low, thick with emotion as he finally spoke, and you could hear the slight tremble in it. He reached up, his hand cupping your cheek, gently wiping away a tear with his thumb. “Look at me”.

You hesitated, but the softness in his voice, the warmth in his touch, made you brave enough to lift your gaze to meet his. When you finally did, the sight of his eyes—wide, filled with awe and love, and glistening with unshed tears—took your breath away.

“You’re pregnant”, he whispered, like he was trying to wrap his mind around the reality of it. “We’re having a baby”.

The corners of his mouth twitched as if he wanted to smile but was still too overwhelmed to fully let it through. His eyes searched yours, trying to gauge everything you were feeling, trying to make sense of this new reality.

You nodded again, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah, Dean. We’re having a baby”.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. His hand still rested on your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin, grounding you both in this new, terrifying, and beautiful reality.

And then, suddenly, Dean let out a shaky breath, his lips curving into the kind of smile you had rarely seen from him—one of pure, unfiltered joy. A small laugh escaped him, as if the weight of the world had just been lifted from his shoulders.

“We’re having a baby”, he repeated, this time with more conviction, his voice filled with wonder. “Holy crap”.

He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you tightly, holding you as if he never wanted to let go. You could feel the way his heart was racing, how overwhelmed and overjoyed he was, and it made the tears spill from your eyes all over again.

“I love you”, Dean murmured into your hair, his voice thick with emotion. “God, I love you so much. I don’t care how it happened, I don’t care about the rest. This—this is the best damn Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten”.

You let out a sob of relief, burying your face into his chest as you held onto him, your fingers gripping his shirt as you let the emotions wash over you. All the fear, the anxiety, the uncertainty—it all melted away in his embrace.

Dean kissed the top of your head, holding you close as you both stayed like that for a long moment. Finally, you pulled back slightly, looking up at him, your face wet with tears, but your heart lighter than it had been in weeks.

“Are you… are you really okay with this?”, you asked softly, still needing to hear it, still needing that final reassurance.

Dean’s eyes softened as he leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. “More than okay”, he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “I’ve never been more okay with anything in my life”.

Dean pulled you in even tighter, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss that carried all the emotion he couldn’t quite put into words. His hand cradled the back of your head as if to ground both of you in the moment, making you feel safe, loved, and cherished. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath shaky but filled with happiness.

Without even glancing away from you, Dean blindly handed the framed ultrasound to Sam, who had been watching the two of you closely. “Hey, Sammy, check this out”, Dean muttered, his voice still thick with awe and emotion.

Sam took the frame gingerly, his brow furrowing in confusion at first as he glanced down. But when he saw what was in his hands, his expression shifted, his eyes widening in shock as he realized what he was looking at. “Holy crap”, Sam whispered, his voice echoing Dean’s earlier reaction.

The room, which had grown quiet as everyone observed the moment between you and Dean, suddenly erupted in soft gasps and murmurs as Sam held up the frame for everyone to see.

Jody’s eyes lit up with a wide smile, and her hand flew to her mouth in surprise. Claire and Alex exchanged looks, their usual tough exteriors softening into grins. Jack, sitting cross-legged on the floor, beamed, his face lighting up with pure joy. Even Cas, who had been quietly observing from the corner, allowed a rare smile to spread across his face, understanding the gravity of the moment.

Dean’s hand never left yours, his eyes locked on you as if he still couldn’t believe what was happening. “We’re really doing this”, he whispered softly, his voice full of love and a hint of disbelief.

You nodded, unable to stop the tears from flowing again, though this time they were tears of relief, happiness, and excitement for the future. “Yeah, we are”.

Sam, still holding the frame, finally found his voice again. “Dude, this is… this is incredible”. he said, his voice cracking slightly as he looked between you and Dean, his eyes misting over with pride. “I’m gonna be an uncle”.

Jody stood from her seat, stepping forward with a huge smile. “You two are going to be amazing parents”, she said warmly, her eyes shining with happiness. “This kid is already so loved”.

Claire let out a dramatic sigh from across the room, but there was no mistaking the affection in her tone. “Great, another Winchester to look after”, she teased with a smirk. “Just what we needed”.

Alex nudged Claire, rolling her eyes but laughing along. “Like you wouldn’t be first in line to babysit”.

Dean’s hand slowly wandered over your stomach, resting there as if he was already bonding with the little life growing inside you. He kept you close, his thumb lightly brushing your belly in a gentle, unconscious motion, and it sent a warmth through your entire body.

Then he looked over at Claire with that classic Dean Winchester smirk, teasingly raising an eyebrow. “Oh, you better believe you’re first in line for babysitting, Claire. You and Alex. It’s a Winchester tradition—gotta get you trained up for the dirty work early”.

Claire rolled her eyes dramatically, but her smile gave her away. “Yeah, right. I can already see it now—Dean and Y/N sneak out for a ‘quick hunt’ and I’m stuck with diaper duty”.

Dean chuckled, his eyes lighting up with amusement. “That’s the spirit! You’ll be a pro in no time, kid”.

Alex laughed from beside her, nudging Claire again. “Face it, Claire, you’re going to be Auntie Claire before you know it”.

Claire’s expression softened slightly, her tough exterior cracking just a little. “Yeah, well… I’ll do it, but only for the kid. Not for you, Dean”, she teased, crossing her arms.

Dean grinned, squeezing you closer as he shot Claire a wink. “Fair enough”.

Jack, who had been quietly observing with wide eyes, piped up from his spot on the floor. “I can help, too! I’ll keep the baby entertained, maybe teach them some… cool tricks”.

The entire room burst into laughter at that, and Dean’s hand squeezed your belly a little more, pulling you back into his chest with a look of mock concern. “Whoa, whoa, Jack. No angelic tricks around the baby just yet. We’re gonna need to stick with the basics first—like peek-a-boo, not teleporting”.

Jack nodded seriously, though the excitement in his eyes didn’t dim. “Right. No teleporting. Got it”.

Sam, still holding the framed ultrasound, smiled warmly as he watched the whole exchange, his gaze eventually landing back on you and Dean. “This kid’s going to be surrounded by more love—and more chaos—than it´ll know what to do with”.

Dean’s eyes softened as he met Sam’s gaze, the weight of the moment settling in once again. “Yeah”, he agreed, his voice quieter, more serious now. “That’s what family’s for, right?”.

You could feel Dean’s arm tighten around you protectively, and you leaned into him, feeling the overwhelming love and joy radiating from him. For so long, the idea of having a family seemed like an impossible dream for both of you, something that had been pushed aside in the face of all the danger and uncertainty. But now, sitting here surrounded by the people you loved, the dream was real.

Dean glanced down at you, his hand still resting protectively over your stomach, his expression softening into something deeper. “We’re really doing this”, he repeated, more to himself than anyone else, his eyes shining with quiet wonder.

You nodded, your hand resting on top of his as you smiled through your tears. “Yeah, Dean. We are”.

And in that moment, surrounded by your family and the warm glow of Christmas lights, everything felt right—like you were exactly where you were supposed to be. The future, as uncertain as it always seemed, felt full of hope and love. And as Dean held you close, his hand never leaving your belly, you knew that no matter what came next, you’d face it together.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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[marvelfanfn2187a113]

First Day

Dean Winchester & adopted daughter!reader, Castiel & adopted daughter!reader (No destiel, everything’s platonic)

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: Dean’s adopted nephilim daughter doesn’t want to go to school

A/N: this one’s super short

“But Jack doesn’t have to go!”

Dean rolled his eyes at your fourteenth attempt to argue.

“Well Jack is kind of running the universe now. Besides, he was born as a twenty year old, so he doesn’t count. It’s not my fault you aged normally.“

“It’s not mine either!” You insisted. “Why can’t I just keep learning at home?”

“Because I said so!” Dean insisted.

“Look,” Cas cut in. “This is gonna be good for you. You need to meet kids your age.”

“Right,” you scoffed. “Like I’m like any kids my age.”

“Is that what this is?” Dean asked. “You’re scared they’ll think you’re different.”

“I am different,” you argued. “Can’t I just go stay with Uncle Sam?”

“He’s busy with his own kids,” Dean said. “And you need to get out. You can’t stay in the house the rest of your life.”

“You don’t have to be scared,” Cas assured you. “I’m an angel too, remember? And I still fit in with the humans.”

“That’s different,” you huffed. “Teenagers are meaner.”

“How would you know?” Dean countered. “You haven’t met any of them.” He parked the Impala in the school parking lot. “Now get out there and make some friends.”

“You know I could just teleport back home,” you threatened.

“Yeah, and if you wanted to you woulda done it by now.” Dean was smirking at you in the rearview mirror. “We both know you want some friends, you’re just scared. But I’m not gonna let you back out because you’re a little freaked, so get going.”

“But dad—“

“Out!” Cas had mostly stayed out of the argument, so when he snapped the single word you immediately unbuckled your seatbelt and stepped out of the car.

“Hey,” Dean called out the open window, and you turned. “Have a great time, ok?”

You shot your dads a ghost of a smile, then turned and headed into school.

Neither man was surprised when you got back at the end of the school day and told them all about the new friends you’d made.

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[vhyunjinverse]

April Showers

f!reader x Dean Winchester (18+)

summary: you and dean take a shower together while he has the bunker to himself (otherwise sam would kill him if he knew about you)

warnings: shower sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), slight dom!dean, pussy eating, minor spanking

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“Don’t drop me.” You forced out, legs twitching as they draped around his muscular shoulders. Your eyes fluttered shut, feeling Dean’s tongue run over your clit. The warm water ran over your body perfectly, but drenching Dean, who’s face was buried between your sweet spot. His tongue lapped at your folds, a deep groan of satisfaction leaving his lips. “Dean…” you breathe deeply. You could feel your eyes rolling slightly, you didn’t want to open them. You were in good hands.

“Mm..” he murmurs, tongue slipping deeper into your sex. You could barely hold onto the railing on the wall, one you were gripping onto so hard. You felt yourself slipping with everything brush of his nose against your clit. “Shit-“ you gasp, your orgasm nearing, your stomach warming. Dean placed his hand on your tummy, moving it up to your nipples. You whimper softly, whispering his name as your hole squeezed around his tongue.

Suddenly the water pouring over the both of you ceased to exist. Your world felt like the angels themselves were calling you. “Dean-“ You moaned out, back arching- your hands losing their grip on the rail and your upper body up as your orgasm rushed over you. You don’t know when it happened, but soon you were in his arms while he stared down at you, hands wrapped around your waist. His perfect pink lips kissing your own.

“I can’t wait to fuck you.” He groans into your mouth, pushing you against the tiled wall. He was hard and waiting, but man did you love when he kissed you…how his tongue that just devoured you was now exploring your mouth. “Fuck me.” you breathe. He pulls back, turning your body around. You arch your back, reaching up to hold the rail once more, Dean’s cock slipping into you with ease (though you still hissed at being filled with his length).

“Did you feel that?” you could hear the smirk on his face. You groan. He slipped his cock out of your hole, his tip rubbing against your sensitive bud. “Hm?” He smacks your ass, earning another groan from you. “Yes..I felt it.” Just how much he filled you…how thick his cock was, how badly you craved his release inside of you. His cock fills you once more, your eyes rolling while he fucked you just the way you liked it.

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“So..how long has this been going on?” Cas looks over at Sam from the kitchen entrance- Sam drinking a beer while he read a book. Your moans could be heard from where they stood. Cas awkwardly stood there, looking at Sam with a slight concerned look. “ ‘Bout two months in the bunker. Before that it was..the backseat.”

“…Oh”

[jessybarnes]

Teach Me

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean x Reader / Eventual Cas x Reader / No Destiel

Rating: 18+ Only!!

Tags: Voyeurism, Smut, Fingering (Female Receiving), Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Squirting, Finger Sucking, Masturbation, Unprotected Sex, Use of Grace, A little bit of a Threesome (NO DESTIEL in this one), Some Fluff at the end, and I think that’s it.

Word Count: 2,966

Beta: @winecatsandpizza

A/N: This is a repost from my old Tumblr blog, I hope you enjoy it!

Reblog Divider by: @cafekitsune

Dean couldn’t keep Y/N quiet. Her pleasure-filled screams echoed through the halls of the bunker as he flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit, two of his skilled fingers curling inside her searching out her sweet spot. He was just glad that they were alone and didn’t have any close neighbors because he was sure the cops would have been called by now. Edging was one of his favorite things to do to her. Dean loved seeing her beg. He always thought she begged pretty.

“Oh God, please… Dean, please! Need to cum…”

Dean knew she was close. The way her needy moans became pants as her walls started to tighten around his thick digits, it was his key to stop. He pulled out of her, chuckling at her low whimper. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sweetheart, I didn’t give you permission yet. You gotta be a good girl. Only good girls get what they want. Think you can do that for me?”

Y/N’s chest was heaving, and she swore the moment anything touched her throbbing clit she’d explode, but Dean always knew what she needed. Especially when she was in a submissive state like this. She felt Dean’s calloused hands slide slowly up her sides, goosebumps rising in their wake. His lips sucked at the pulse point just below her ear sending a shiver down her spine. 

“D-Dean…” 

His lips ghosted along the skin of her throat ever so lightly. It was getting hard for him to hold back himself, so he could only imagine how she was feeling. His fingers found her slick folds once again, her walls fluttering around nothing before he slid one into her. The action wasn’t anything near what she needed, but it was better than him not touching her at all. 

Y/N began to raise her hips to meet the lazy thrust of his finger. All she needed was a little bit more, just a little more, and she’d be soaring into pure bliss. Dean’s sound of disapproval brought her back to reality, and she almost sobbed when he pulled out of her. 

“Ah, Ah, Ah. Didn’t say you could move, darlin’.”

“Fuck, please… please Dean. I-I need it.”

Just as Dean was about to give in and grant the release they both needed, a flutter of wings sounded in the corner of the room. Y/N scrambled up the bed, covering herself with the sheet just as Dean threw his black t-shirt on and grabbed his pistol off the nightstand. 

“Y/N? Is everything alright? I heard you calling for De-”

The familiar figure of Castiel stood clad in his usual attire looking halfway between confused and embarrassed as he took in the scene before him. His head tilted slightly before he spoke again, his attention fixed on Dean curiously. 

“Dean, was it you that was causing Y/N to cry out in distress?”

Y/N watched as Dean put his hands on his hips, rolling his eyes. 

“Dammit, Cas … Y/N wasn’t distressed. She was enjoyin’ herself.”

Cas’ eyes narrowed to thin slits finally realizing that they were completely naked save for Dean’s tee. He walked forward slightly, picking up Dean’s boxers for a moment before dropping them back onto the pile of clothes on the floor. 

“Oh, I understand now Dean. This is how humans participate in the act of intercourse. My apologies for interrupting.”

Y/N watched as Cas awkwardly shifted his weight from one foot to the other before looking at Dean expectantly. 

“Cas? You okay, buddy? I was kinda hoping to get back to uh … well, ya know …”

Cas’ blue eyes wandered over their bare skin slowly, and Y/N didn’t miss the hint of redness that tinted his cheeks.

“Dean? I would very much like to learn how to make Y/N enjoy herself as you did. Can you teach me?”

Y/N’s gaze darted to Dean’s as he looked at her, the silent question was understood and she nodded slightly. A moment later, Dean stood from his spot at the foot of the bed and walked slowly towards his angel friend. Cas looked at him curiously as the fabric of his signature blue tie slid through the hunter’s thumb and index finger. 

“Well, first things first Cas, you’re wearing too many clothes.”

He looked crestfallen at Dean, grasping the lapel of his trench coat lovingly. 

“I like my clothing Dean. I don’t see why it would matter if I took all of it off or not.”

Y/N held back a laugh, shaking her head as Dean scrubbed a hand across his face. 

“Cas, buddy, you gotta be naked. It’s uhh … it’s easier to …” 

He sighed heavily, the annoyance thick in his tone.

“Trust me on this, Cas. Okay? It’ll make Y/N happy.”

Moments later, the ever-so-powerful angel of the Lord stood there in nothing but his white boxers. Y/N hadn’t realized just how muscular he was underneath all the layers of clothing he normally wore. His biceps were notably distinguished, his chest looked firm, and his deeply defined Adonis belt was deliciously inviting. 

“I still don’t see how my lack of clothing would make Y/N feel pleasure, Dean.”

Just as Dean let out another exasperated sigh, Y/N patted the bed welcomingly and scooted over. 

“C’mere Cas, let me show you what Dean’s talkin’ about.”

The angel stole a hesitant glance at Dean, watching him nod towards the bed. Cas swallowed thickly and made his way over to where Y/N laid invitingly. 

Cas watched as her delicate hand patted the thin fitted sheet. Her fingers sliding over the fabric made his pulse quicken. It wasn’t until Dean sat on the end of the bed that he came to his senses. 

“Go on, Cas. You have to feel how smooth her skin is. Y/N’s got the prettiest skin doesn’t she?” 

It’s true that Cas always admired how beautifully smooth it looked. He just didn’t think he would ever get this opportunity. Celestial beings weren’t supposed to participate in acts like this. Sexual desires rarely crossed his mind, mainly because it was wired into his genetic code to serve God. 

Ever so slowly he extended his hand, allowing it to come to rest on Y/N’s bare hip. Not only was her skin soft, but this simple touch seemed to electrify his body. The celestial energy within him made everything more heightened. An instinct he never thought he would’ve possessed took over. 

Y/N returned the gesture by stroking her fingertips along the side of his cheek. She watched as Cas closed his eyes, the initial contact making him shiver. He’d never been touched so intimately before. The sensations from it alone caused his breath to hitch, and she hadn’t even got him completely naked yet. He hadn’t even noticed Dean move to the chair in the corner until his gruff voice broke the silence in the room, egging him on. 

“Yeah, buddy that’s it. Kiss her next. See if you can find the spot on her neck that drives her absolutely wild.”

Y/ N’s gaze flitted from the angel’s slightly parted lips to his cerulean eyes. It made desire begin to pool in her abdomen seeing him like this. She’d always had feelings for Cas, but it never seemed possible that she would be able to explore those desires. His mouth descended onto her neck, kissing and sucking at her soft skin. 

Y/N’s back arched into his toned chest at its own accord, his lips continuing their journey south. His ocean-colored eyes looked up through his thick lashes at her reaction to his kisses. It never occurred to him how such a small gesture could have such an effect on someone. He wanted more, needed to see Y/N come completely apart for him. 

Cas marveled at her beautiful figure laid out before him. Beads of sweat collected in the valley between her breasts, her chest rising and falling as she looked down at him with want. He gracefully kissed his way back up to her bowtie lips, capturing them in a passionate caress. His tongue danced with hers expertly, the thickening of his cock evident against her upper thigh. 

The moment his lips left hers a needy whine fell from her lips. Y/N looked over at Dean and felt her walls clench again. Seeing him fully naked again with his cock in his hand, hard and leaking, drove her absolutely wild. Her body began to shake again, her hands fisting the sheets. 

“P-Please… I… I can’t… I need…”

Dean chuckled as Cas looked over at him with slight confusion etched in his features. He bit his lip, nodding at the angel to keep going as he slowly increased the speed of his hand on his cock. 

“Dean, did I do something wrong? Y/N seems to be in distress again.”

A low moan fell from the elder Winchester’s lips. It was getting harder to focus on being a teacher when he was getting the hottest live show he’d ever seen. Eventually, he shook his head and tried desperately to form a coherent sentence. 

“Nah buddy, I bet her pussy’s soaked. Just look at the way she’s breathin’. You see the way her eyes roll back in her head just from your hands and mouth touching her? That’s just the tip of the iceberg, Cas. You really wanna hear Y/N lose it, then you gotta find her sweet spot.”

Dean stood up and joined his angelic friend on the bed, carefully spreading Y/N’s legs. He showed Cas his middle and ring fingers for a moment before dipping them into the slick folds of her sex. Cas didn’t miss how her back arched off the bed or the way she whimpered. Dean didn’t keep them inside her long though. This wasn’t his show anymore, but he wasn’t upset. If he was honest with himself, teaching turned him on more than he thought it would.

“You see that? Now you try…”

Cas slid his left hand up Y/N’s thigh, his fingertips ghosting over the goosebumps on her skin. He didn’t miss how she sucked in a breath the moment his fingers grazed her folds. Dean was right, she was very wet. Ever so slowly, he began to smooth them up and down, his cock throbbing in his boxers every time a new plea fell from her mouth. 

“Is this her sweet spot, Dean?” 

His hand never faltered as his blue eyes met Dean’s lust-blown ones. The hunter shook his head and bit his lip, his voice thick with arousal as he spoke. 

“Not quite, Cas. I’ll help you find it though. Those two fingers you’re touchin’ her with? Push them inside her. Then, I want you to curl them upwards.”

Cas did as he was told, and the moment he curled his fingers the prettiest moan he’d ever heard filled the room like a prayer.

“Oh, Cas!... M-More… please!”

Cas didn’t have to be told twice. Virgin or not, he could tell he’d found the spot that drove her crazy. He began to rub his fingers along the spot inside her, his other hand rubbing his own arousal through his boxers to gain some relief. Dean praised him, egging him on as he used his thumb to draw circles around her clit. 

“That’s it, Cas. Fuck... keep moving your hand like that, and she’ll cum in no time. You think we should let her? You wanna see her squirt? She taste’s like Heaven.”

Cas wasn’t sure what Dean meant by that, but he loved the way Y/N’s walls squeezed around his fingers. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out, a little faster each time. His eyes went wide as he watched Dean lowered his mouth towards where his hand was.

“I’m about to show you another spot, Cas. This one’s called her clit. Y/N’s about to become putty in our hands. Ready, buddy?” 

Cas nodded, licking his lips as Dean closed his mouth over Y/N. Almost instantaneously he felt her walls clamp around his fingers. He couldn’t believe he’d never experienced anything like this before. Why would his Father keep something this pleasurable hidden from his brothers and sisters for so long? A few seconds later, Cas felt something wet gush over his vessel’s hand. 

“Oh, fuck! C-Cas…. Dean I… I’m gonna… Right there!... OH, FUCK!!”

Dean sat back on his heels, his chin glistening with Y/N’s juices. A smirk formed on his lips before he gestured to where Cas’ hand was. 

“Good job, buddy. You know, for an angel you’re not too bad at this. Taste her, Cas. Then, I wanna see you fuck her.” 

Cas did as instructed and slowly removed his fingers from Y/N’s heat. He curiously observed the way they glistened with her wetness for a moment before sucking them between his lips. His eyes fluttered closed as he tasted her. Dean was right, she was delicious and he needed more. Before he could stop himself, he settled between her quivering legs. His instincts took over and soon he was devouring her like it was the only thing keeping him alive. 

“Sh-Shit! CAS!! Ohholyshityes… yes… YES!” So good… Oh, you’re so good! AH!” 

Dean’s jaw went slack as he watched the scene play out before him. His cock jerked in his hand, and he began to jerk himself faster. The coil of his arousal tightening with each passing moment he watched Cas work Y/N over. 

“Jesus, Cas… Look at you, making her a complete mess with your mouth. Fuck… yeah, make her sweet pussy cum again… C’mon, buddy… you can do it. Make her scream…”

His words gave him the fuel he needed. He closed his mouth over the same spot Dean had before and sucked. He could quickly tell that she was sensitive, so as if on queue he used his grace to hold Y/N in place while he moved his tongue in circles across her bundle of nerves. 

“Ca...Cas… Cas, OhmyG-... M’gonna… Fuck, I’m gonna… CAS!!!”

He released her clit and sat up next to where Dean was standing. His pupils fully engulfing the blue of his eyes. His cock was painfully hard in the confines of his boxers, so he took a moment to remove them. 

“Cas, I think she’s ready for you. God, I can’t wait to see you fuck her and watch her cum with you buried inside her.” 

Cas had never had something so filthy be spoken to him, but it unlocked something inside him. Something primal that needed to be sated, and it was something only Y/N could provide him. He positioned himself between her legs and pushed inside her, not stopping until his hips met hers. He heard her cry out and stopped, his eyes looking down into hers as he waited for her to adjust to him. 

“Please… please, Cas… fuck me…”

The moment the words left her lips, he gave in and began a punishing pace. Dean marveled at the way Y/N looked from this angle. He knew he wasn’t going to last like this. Seeing his best friend fuck the girl he loved senselessly would be his undoing.

He stood there fucking himself into his hand while the most obscene noises filled his ears. It all became too much, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the stream of Enochian coming from Castiel, and the sound of Y/N begging for him to cum sent him over the edge. Thick ropes of his release coated her chest and neck as he gripped the headboard for support. 

“Mmm, fuck Cas… Yeah, buddy… fuck her just like that… She feels amazing, doesn’t she? That tight pussy squeezing your cock like a vice. She’s close, I can tell.” 

He leaned down close to her ear and flicked his tongue over her earlobe. 

“You like when Cas fucks you, sweetheart? His cock feels good splitting you open… I can tell. You gonna cum for us? Gonna cum all over him?”

The moment Y/N’s walls fluttered around Cas he was a goner. With a guttural cry, he stilled inside her, his release filling her completely. 

For a few moments, no one said anything. It was all just heavy breathing and the occasional whimper from Y/N. Dean broke the silence and ran a hand through his sweat-slicked hair before slipping back into his boxers. 

“That was… wow… We gotta do that more often. He padded across the room to the door and gave the Cas and Y/N a lopsided smile. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up. You two should do the same and then we can talk about all this.”

He was gone seconds later, but before Y/N could move to get up herself, Cas shook his head.

“Allow me.”

With a quick snap of his fingers, they were both clean and back in their clothes. She smiled at him and threaded her fingers with his.

“That was amazing, Cas. I… I don’t know what we do from here, but I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”

Cas smiled and leaned down to kiss her temple.

“I may be somewhat ignorant of intimate feelings, but Dean seemed pleased with what we just did together.” 

The two made their way to the Bunker’s library completely sated. If you’d told Y/N a year ago that she’d be fucked into oblivion by an angel of the Lord while one of the most beautiful hunters that ever existed watched, she would have laughed. Now? Now, it was safe to say that anything can happen, and she couldn’t wait for Dean to give Cas another lesson.

[deans-yn]

“is this offensive to you?” you show cas a box of angel hair pasta

dean, walking into the kitchen: “HA! “

[missmarveledsblog]

Spellbinding ( sam winchester x reader )

summary : sam being completely in love with reader who happens to be his best friend while on a hunt she is hit with a curse making her needy clingy mess while sam was loving the closeness it was only temporary right?

Warnings : spells and shit , sam being simp (love that for him )

In all his life he never thought he would feel like this , at first he pegged it to being a school boy crush but it only grew . she would be the one to stay up late into the morning researching while his brother just went to the bar or bed calling them " nerds"  . she'd be the one to make sure they got sleep after realising how long they had spent nose deep in their laptops or books . she'd be the one to make sure everyone was taken care of even making sure dean didn't have a diet that consisted of fast food making them home cooked meals in the bunker . she would tease and be playful so it wasn't all work . so it was hard not to fall for her in fact what scared him was how easy it happened. the fact that dean caught on was hell in itself finding new ways to torture his brother with the new found information always pairing the two off together , the little remarks she never noticed and when she did she would brush them off as dean well being dean . hunts we're both a blessing and a curse for him when she was there . he could make sure she was safe but yet her just being there meant she was also in danger , an internal battle on which part to stick with . Like now they were walking through an abandoned asylum after report of many men going mad once they've been in the   place one way or another . now they were walking through the halls , searching for whatever it was or even a clue to what it was . she hated the abandoned hospitals and asylums they had an extra creepy feeling to them . sam knew this main reason he made sure to stay closer then usual which if he was lying he kinda took advantage of it . " ah shit " she huffed . " what , what is it " . " look the symbol we've dealt with this before " she pointed walking into the large open space that used to be a rec room . the symbols spread around the room like she said it was too familiar .

" witches " he mused. " always witches get dean here , he's a lightening rod for curses " she sighed dramatically making him laugh. " what are you doing here , your not welcome " the voice called . " listen lady , neither are you " she turned to see the raven haired woman glaring . " this is my new home and intend to keep it that way " she turned to sam as he raised his gun . he was waiting for it , to be thrown across the room it was all too regular habit but yet all he felt was her pushing him and taking the hit flying across and hitting the wall . " hey darling now that wasn't so nice of you " dean held the woman tight while cas done his thing . " hey sweetheart you ok " he called. " yeah i think so ouch how do you do that sammy " she groaned wiping the dust off of herself . " what the hell were you thinking " he yelled running to check her over. " i was thinking you'd be grateful " she smiled sweetly. " idiot you could of been killed " he chastised missing the way she was looking at him . " hey kid you ok " dean smirked seeing the sudden shift in her demeanour. " so pretty " she cooed all doe eyes and mushy as she stared at her best friend before latching on to his arm . " lets get her out of here " dean snorted seeing his brothers cheeks all flushed while Y/N was clinging to him like he was the light in the dark . " hey how you feeling slugger" dean turned see sam carrying her out on his back like a koala on a tree. " she wanted to be closer because it hurt being so far apart " he groaned. " hey you should be happy hot chick all over you " held the door open so sam could put her in the back . " cas in front "dean's shit eating grin was not helping the situation and neither was the grabby hands she was making .

They found out she was hit with a curse same one those men were hit with except in her case well she was overly clingy only when sam moved away it actually hurt her like a blinding cutting pain ran through her body when they were apart for more than 60 minutes , during the first week they found that out . " a couple of weeks and she will be back to normal she said something else but cas was playing around so we had to leave quick " dean explained while Y/N was now in sams lap almost purring like a kitten nothing like the woman before . " couple of weeks , how the hell am i going to do this for a couple of weeks " sam hissed rubbing her back when she tensed at his words. " enjoy it since your such a bitch and not telling her how you feel when she's,  well not a pussy cat " he chuckled. " do you not like the affection " cas asked confused. " i would if it was of her own accord " sam muttered feeling her head resting on his shoulder after she'd fallen asleep . " i need a shower , a quick one " he said placing her down on the sofa and putting his shit around her. " don't be long i can see her screaming again , it's painful to watch " cas walked out . " i wont , i don't like it either " sam huffed running out the room . he loved it and hated it , he loved the close contact and he affection , but he missed his partner in crime , he miss how she would talk about everything and anything with him , he missed her being his best friend . yet he love having her nuzzled so close he could smell her shampoo , he loved the feeling of her soft skin under his palms. how he could see every detail of her face , how her smiled would widen in his presence . the water cascaded down his body yet the hot water done nothing to soften the stress of the situation he loved and hated all in one . What made it worse she was going through it all because she wanted to save him , wasn't it his job to keep her safe.

"where's sammy " she whined starting to sweat as she felt the tingle beginning. " he'll be back in a minute " dean huffed. he couldn't wait for it to end , the badass smart chick he loved like a sister reduce to a needy airhead , now whining like a kid for candy. " hey how come you never told sam why she so bad " cas asked again his curious nature getting the best. " because even i know the two of them need to say it without the power of a curse and hell he'd probably short circuited. " this hurts " she sniffled but her head shot up feeling his presence near it was like her skin was burning and only he could put it out. " hey i'm back " he smiled weakly feeling her arms wrap around him tightly. " i missed you , it hurt and dean was mean" she pouted . " jesus this hard to even watch " dean rolled his eyes . " well if sam loves her i'm sure it ok " . " sammy only loves me like a friend " she pouted at cas words . " that's what you think but he's in love with you ... ouch " he winced rubbing back of his head . her head shot up and a clearing of a fog sensation. " hey when did we get back here " her voice back to levelness before . " hey sweetness aint you a sight " dean smirked only for her to roll her eyes. " she's back " he cheered. " that could of been the cure , although it's very fairy tale like" cas smiled. " what the baby in the trenchcoat is saying was that you were cursed and been on sammy there like a pimple" dean explained making her realise where her hands were . " oh shit sorry " she back off cheeks flushing at the close proximity . " it's ok really " he smiled sheepishly. " so how did we break it " she asked . " i told you how sam really felt and OWWW " Castiel cried . " hey why you hit him " she ran to the angel checking him over. " oh fuck it, knowing sam loved you like truly loved you broke it , the reason she was so affected is because she loves you too " dean yelled. " do i hit him now " cas whispered . " you love me " they both said at same time . " lets give them some room " dean led castiel out of the room while the two stood stunned at the information. " wait did he just confess for us " she asked dumbfounded. " i think he did " sam stood closer wrapping his arms around her waist. " didn't you get enough " she teased turning to face him fully arms going on his shoulder. " but this time its because i know you love me " he smiled leaning his forehead on hers . " shame it wasn't a kiss breaking curse " . " i think we can change that " she couldn't respond because soon as the words left his mouth he crashed his lips on her. kissing her like she was the only source of oxygen . every part of her being felt alive and awake like never before . they melted together like two missing pieces finally connecting. lost souls lost in the dark finding the light. " i love you so much " he chuckled happy to finally being able to say the words .

"hey thought the curse was broken " bobby asked looking as she sat perched in sam's lap while he was looking through research . " it did " she smiled holding up her book she was using . " they love each other and do sick  sweet shit like this now " dean rolled his eyes . " oh stop being a baby i've seen you cuddle your car " she snorted. " i have too " castiel nodded. " well glad to have you back kid" bobby smiled getting himself a cup of coffee. sam on other hand sat smiling happily now he had the woman he loved back , the one who talked to him constantly , his best friend and now his girlfriend .

[deancasapplepie]

dean: Physically? Im fine. Mentally? You don’t need to know mind your damn business

[the-night-moves-writing]

Savior- Sisterhood (part 1)

Winchesters x Sibling reader (sibling bond ONLY)

Castiel x Winchester Reader (Platonic)

Summary: When Castiel goes off the deep end and becomes god, he finds he still has a soft spot for the smallest winchester

Warnings: angst, reader is mute for a lot of the fic, Descriptions of a panic attack, mentions of John Winchester being a bad father

Characters: John, Castiel x Reader (platonic), Dean x Reader (siblings), and Sam x reader (siblings), very small amount of destiel (you can see it if you squint)

Word count: 1746

A/N: Hi guys! I feel like i might post a little bit more now that i'm back, also there is a part two (and maybe three) in the works for this! i will create a list for you to be able to find all the parts and link it to my masterlist once i get it all set up. Also now i am on A03 and i will link that to my masterlist here in a little bit too. Anyway sorry for the long authors note, heres the fic. <3

I think of ways to turn the tables and fear what happens when they turn, the anger he fills in turn fills me with uncertainty and anxiety. His father passed the hate down the table, passed through graves and passed through cradles. He said he could never turn out like him, he was different. He kept those he wanted to protect at arms length, never fully giving himself the right to feel and to be loved. The one exception to the rule was Sam. Little brother Sammy, his whole reason for continuing on was to take care of Sam and protect him. Then here I came into the picture like a wrecking ball through the perfectly built motel room. 

Left on the doorstep with nothing but a note that read: John i could no longer take care of our child so i give them to you. May they grow to be strong and better than the both of us. There was no name left on the note but my father John Winchester knew who it was from, some random lady in a bar. He never wanted to deal with me so he placed me into Dean's caring arms. Dean was not only my brother and caregiver but also my dad in my eyes. So Dean and Sam became my whole world my entire life, until Sam left us for college. Being only 6 at the time I had a very little understanding of why he left but Dean always just said he left us. So I hunted with Dean and John, well less hunting and more researching for them and learning everything I could about the lore so that I could be helpful to Dean and John and take Sam's place in hunting. 

 Then it was just me and Dean hunting and I learned the basics.  When Dean went to get Sam from college because John had been gone for a few days on a hunting trip i was so angry, how could he leave us and how could Dean still want him back especially when i was 10 and more than capable of helping dean. Then he came back and we were together again and things were good, until Dean died and Sam dropped me off at Bobbys. I was 13 years old and I could hunt with him, I didn't want to be away from both of my brothers. Bobby thought that I needed a car though so he let me rebuild one with him so I rebuilt my sweetheart, I couldn’t call her baby despite me loving the car, a 1965 mustang. A nice little two seater that I had painted green. I used the car to visit where Sam had Dean buried, all the time. Bobby was concerned at how much time I spent at his grave but I couldn't help it. 

I had lost both of my brothers and the only family I had ever had and I was grasping at straws, I lived but it was my spirit that was haunting Bobby's house. I had become basically mute within these past months and Bobby was trying everything to get me to speak again. So when Dean returned out of nowhere I stayed by his side, though it worried Dean how quiet I was. I never left his side though which helped to ease his anxieties and when the entity was following Dean we had bigger things to deal with. I stayed far away from Sam not being able to look in his eyes after being left again. Then we met Castiel. I was very worried and very scared. Somehow Cas picked up on it though and constantly eased my fears, he could tell why i didn't trust Sam and unlike Dean accepted and understood it. Cas easily became a good friend to me because I didn't have to speak with him and he didn't have to try to understand human norms with me. 

Dean and Sam were both worried about this new found friendship between me and the angel but they saw the way that I was opening up. Saw the way I was becoming happy again and they just couldn't interfere. Everything changed when I turned 15 Castiel died and Sam went to hell. Cas came back though like always and when Sam didn't have a soul and Dean was searching for a way to return his, Cas stuck by me cared for me and kept me safe. He answered when I called and he took care of me. He takes care of me and is the only person I can trust. Then I hit 16 and the worst period of my life began, Cas declared himself the new god. The sadness I felt in my chest, crushing my heart.

For the first time in almost 4 years I had something to say 

“Cas STOP!” I said

Everyone turned to stare at me, and Cas turned to walk towards me. He took my hand

 in his and said,

“I am extremely proud of you my very devoted little one” 

His tone borders on threatening and dipping into enjoyment and pride.

He looked between Dean and Sam and myself before he spoke once more

“I expect complete devotion from you all…” he paused for a second, taking a breath before turning to me. The look in his eyes was no longer the soft and comforting look I had grown accustomed to. 

“…you have proven that you will speak for me in what you consider dire situations, so I command you to continue to do so” his gaze softened “ You have always been my favorite, my little one. Please do not give me any reason to punish you.”  

I, not being able to meet his gaze any longer, turned to look at the ground. My favorite person was now gone and there was nothing I could do to bring him back. I could follow him and leave my brothers again, leave my family. Or I could stay and lose the person I'm closest to in the whole world.

I could hear Dean and Sam shouting but I felt like my head was being pushed underwater, I couldn't breathe and I could feel the tears begin to run down my face and splatter on to the floor below. My vision was blurry and it was so loud everything was so loud, my entire life was falling apart and there was nothing I could do about it. I was completely hopeless and useless, I wasn't good enough. Good enough to help Sam and Dean with hunts, or protect them from going to hell, I couldn't do anything. I could feel my breathing quicken and my chest tightening. 

“STOP” Cas’s voice cut clear though the air, he turned from the boys walking towards me. My thoughts, eyes, and breathing were still shaky and unfocused. At some point I had ended up on my knees sobbing.

“Obviously I cannot leave the care of you to these two, my little one, I better take you with me.” He stated, me not hearing him, though it was more a threat to the boys. Dean finally noticed me and ran over and moved to be on his knees, Sam hot on his trail following suit to kneel in front of me.

“Hey hey hey your ok sweetheart, I promise. I got you, deanies here, don't worry.” Dean said, bringing up the nickname I used to call him trying to calm me down. Dean and Sam continued their calming words till my breath returned to normal. Cas was still staring at us from afar. He looked at us for a minute before speaking 

“If you wish for me to let you keep your sister I expect obedience Dean, I do not want to fret over her as i try to rebuild heaven. I could always just take her with me if that would make you more compliant.” His voice booming and loud

“P…. please let me stay” my voice is still shaky and rough not only from the panic attack but from years of not using it.

“This is not a decision for you to make, if i dont think Dean is capable of caring for you then I won't hesitate to bring you with me.” He said to me 

“Remember for almost 4 years I was the only person you spoke to. I know everything about you, and Dean cannot care for you as much as I could, little one.” Castiel’s voice seemed to soften when speaking to me. Dean could no longer take the former angel speaking as if he could not care for HIS siblings any longer.

“I’ve taken care of her my entire life Cas I think I know what I am doing.” He said a little bit pissed and it showed through his voice.

“I am no longer Cas to you Dean, you may refer to me as lord or god but never speak as if you are close to me again.” The statement was heartbreaking for the hunter, who always had a ‘profound bond’ with the angel.

“Another thing you say you have cared for them yet they were mute for four years, and you have caused so much damage to them. Do you really think you can care for them better than I?” Cas asked him completely serious

“I tried Cas you know better than anyone that i tried for almost two years, but i can't MAKE them talk” Dean was full blown angry now. Making me more frightened

“I TOLD YOU TO NOT CALL ME CAS.” Cas said his voice booming off the walls, he brought his hand up to slam Dean into the wall

“Stop, stop, stop please, I’m sorry, I'm so sorry, please just let me stay.” you cried out

“You have no control over my actions, little one. Dean had been given too many warnings, but seeing as you want to stay I will allow it, but believe me I will be doing check ups, and if I believe that you are not being cared for I will not hesitate to take you. You are still only a child who needs to be protected.” Cas said putting Dean down, Sam running to help him, Cas then turned from me to the brothers before speaking one last time.

“Heed my warnings. I am not going to repeat myself.” he said before disappearing, leaving the siblings alone in the warehouse.

[cuntiel]

He would

[lila-lou]

✨Taking her in - Pt. 5✨

Summary: After Dean Winchester saves your life, he brings you into the safety of the bunker. As you grow older and stronger, Dean refuses to let you join the hunts, his overprotective behavior intensifying. But beneath his fierce protectiveness lies something darker—conflicted feelings he can’t face. As your 18th birthday approaches, Dean struggles to keep control, torn between his duty to protect you and emotions he’s buried for too long.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: HUGE Age Gap, Immoral, Underage Reader, Language

Word Count: 6736

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

The date had gone far better than you ever could have anticipated. Jake turned out to be not just nice but genuinely thoughtful and respectful. He was in his early twenties, and you learned that he had recently come out of a long-term relationship, which explained his maturity and the way he approached things. He made it clear that he wasn’t interested in one-night stands and that he just wanted to get to know you better, which put you at ease. It was refreshing to be around someone who didn’t seem to have any hidden agendas, who was just enjoying spending time with you.

Midway through the evening, after the movie, Jake had offered to take you home, but you politely declined, mentioning that one of your “roommates”, who you explained were like brothers to you, would be picking you up. Jake didn’t push the issue and seemed to respect your boundaries completely. After the movie, he suggested going to a nearby diner for some food and milkshakes, and you agreed, thinking it would be a nice way to end the evening.

Now, you were in the restroom of the diner, having just finished dinner, while Jake waited at the table for the milkshakes to arrive. Your nerves were fluttering, but not in a bad way. The whole date had left you feeling giddy, your head buzzing from the attention Jake had given you. He had been a perfect gentleman, and the way he looked at you made you feel… noticed, in a way that was new and exciting.

Standing in front of the mirror, you smoothed down your dress and took a deep breath. The evening had been wonderful, but there was one more thing you needed to do before it ended. You pulled out your phone and dialed Dean’s number, your heart racing as you listened to it ring.

Dean had been lying on his bed at the bunker, attempting to distract himself with a movie, but his mind kept drifting back to you. The last three hours had been torture, his thoughts consumed with wondering how your date was going. He kept picturing you with Jake—laughing, talking, maybe even kissing—and the thought of you letting that guy get closer to you in ways he had only dared to imagine made his heart race with a mix of jealousy and anxiety.

Every time his mind wandered too far down that path, he forced himself to focus on the movie, but it was no use. The idea of you with someone else, someone who wasn’t him, gnawed at him relentlessly. He knew he had no right to feel this way, that he should be happy for you, but the feelings were there, simmering just beneath the surface.

When his phone buzzed and your name popped up on the screen, his heart skipped a beat. The first thought that flashed through his mind was relief—at least you were calling, which meant things hadn’t gone too far. But almost immediately, a darker thought crept in. What if something had happened? What if Jake had crossed a line or if you were in trouble?

Dean sat up quickly, his heart pounding as he answered the call. “Hey, you okay?”, he asked, trying to keep the panic out of his voice but failing slightly.

“Hey, Dean”, you replied, and he could hear the lightness in your voice, the giddiness that told him things were okay, maybe even great. “Yeah, I’m fine. The date’s going really well, actually. We’re just finishing up some milkshakes at a diner, and I was wondering if you or Sam could pick me up in about thirty minutes?”.

Dean let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, relief flooding through him. “Yeah, of course”, he said, his voice a little steadier now. “I can come get you. Where are you guys?”.

You gave him the address, and he noted it down, his mind already shifting gears. The thought of seeing you again, of making sure you got home safe, calmed the storm of emotions that had been raging inside him all evening.

“Great, I’ll see you in a bit then”, you said, and there was a warmth in your voice that made Dean’s chest tighten in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

“See you soon”, Dean replied, trying to sound casual, but there was an undeniable sense of urgency in his tone. He hung up the phone and took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he tried to calm the conflicting emotions swirling inside him.

As he grabbed his jacket and headed out to the Impala, another thought crossed his mind—what if Jake had really gotten to you tonight? What if you’d let your guard down, and things had gone further than he was ready to accept? The idea made his stomach churn with a mix of protectiveness and something darker, something he didn’t want to admit to himself.

Dean pushed those thoughts aside as he started the Impala and pulled out of the bunker’s garage. He needed to focus on getting to you, on making sure you were safe and sound. Everything else could wait.

As he drove toward the diner, Dean couldn’t shake the feeling that things were changing—between the two of you—and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for what that might mean. But for now, he’d put those feelings on hold.

Dean pulled up in front of the diner, his heart pounding in his chest as he spotted you and Jake standing off to the side. The way you were both smiling, clearly enjoying each other’s company, made something twist painfully in his gut. He watched from the car as you leaned in to hug Jake, his hand lingering on yours as you started to pull away. Dean’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as he fought to keep his emotions in check.

Jake stepped closer to you, and Dean felt his breath catch in his throat. His mind raced with all the things he wanted to do—march over there, drag you away, anything to keep that guy from getting any closer. But he knew he couldn’t. This was your moment, your choice, and as much as it killed him, he had to let it happen.

Dean’s eyes narrowed as Jake gently cupped your face, leaning in closer. For a split second, Dean was sure he was going to lose it, his stomach churning at the thought of seeing you kiss someone else. But then, instead of kissing your lips, Jake placed a soft kiss on your cheek, making you shiver and smile brightly.

Dean’s chest tightened at the sight, a mix of relief and jealousy flooding through him. The way you smiled after that kiss, so genuine and happy, made it clear that you had enjoyed the night. And as much as Dean wanted to be happy for you, it only made the ache in his chest worse.

“Bye, (Y/N)”, Jake said, his voice warm and sincere. “Hope I’ll see you soon”.

You nodded, your smile still bright as you replied, “Yeah, I’d like that”.

Jake gave your hand one last squeeze before stepping back, giving you space to turn and walk toward the Impala. Dean watched you the entire time, his heart racing as you approached the car. When you finally reached the passenger door and opened it, he tried to compose himself, forcing a neutral expression onto his face.

“Hey”, you said softly as you slid into the seat, your cheeks still flushed with excitement.

“Hey”, Dean replied, his voice steady, though there was a tightness to it. “Had a good time?”.

You nodded, your smile still lingering as you buckled your seatbelt. “Yeah, I did. Jake’s really sweet”.

Dean nodded, though he couldn’t bring himself to say anything more about Jake. Instead, he just shifted the car into drive, pulling away from the diner.

As you rolled down the window, letting the cool night air wash over your flushed face, you tried to calm the fluttering in your stomach. The night had gone so well, better than you could have imagined, and you were still processing everything that had happened. The breeze helped a little, but your mind was still buzzing with the memory of Jake’s gentle kiss on your cheek and the warmth of his hand in yours.

Dean glanced over at you, biting down on the inside of his cheek to keep his emotions in check. The way you looked—flushed, a little dazed, with that smile still playing on your lips—was driving him crazy. He couldn’t stand the silence any longer, couldn’t handle not knowing what had happened between you and Jake.

“Something happen?”, Dean finally asked, his voice tight with barely concealed tension. He kept his eyes on the road, but his whole body was tense, as if bracing himself for an impact. He was afraid of your answer, but at the same time, he needed to hear it. He needed to know what he was up against, what had changed between you and this guy who had managed to make you look so damn happy.

You hesitated, not because you wanted to hide anything, but because you were still trying to sort through your own feelings. “Well”, you started slowly, your fingers playing with the hem of your dress. “Jake was really sweet tonight. He…he kissed me on the cheek when we said goodbye”.

A kiss on the cheek. It was innocent, sweet—exactly what he should have expected from a guy like Jake. But even that was enough to make something twist painfully inside him.

“Just on the cheek?”, Dean asked, trying to keep his tone casual, though it was clear he was struggling to do so.

“Yeah”, you replied, nodding. “Just on the cheek. He was really respectful. We talked a lot, and he didn’t try to push anything. He was… I don’t know, different from what I expected”.

Dean nodded, though he didn’t say anything for a moment. He was relieved that it hadn’t gone further, that you hadn’t done anything more intimate. But the knowledge that someone else was making you feel special, that someone else was getting close to you in ways he hadn’t, was eating him alive.

“That’s good”, Dean finally said, though his voice was tight. “Sounds like he’s a decent guy”.

You glanced over at him, noticing the tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders were hunched slightly. “Dean, are you okay?”.

He forced a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… want to make sure you’re okay, that’s all”.

You smiled at that, touched by his concern. “I’m okay, Dean. Really. Thanks for asking”.

Dean nodded again, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that things were changing between you, that you were slipping through his fingers in a way he wasn’t prepared for. And that scared him more than anything else.

As you and Dean walked into the bunker, the familiar warmth of the place was comforting, but it did little to calm the nerves still fluttering in your chest. The evening had been a whirlwind of emotions, and you were still processing everything that had happened.

Inside, Sam and Jody were sitting at the library table, both looking up as you entered. Jody had come to visit to discuss a case near her home with Sam, and they had been deep in conversation, but the sight of you and Dean caught their attention immediately.

Sam’s face lit up with a teasing grin, and Jody wasn’t far behind, her smile warm and welcoming. “How’d the date go?”, Sam asked, his tone playful. Jody echoed the question, clearly just as curious, her eyes sparkling with interest.

Dean, who had been walking beside you, immediately veered off toward the corner of the room where he kept his stash of whiskey. He didn’t say a word as he poured himself a glass, the tension in his shoulders evident as he took a long, deliberate sip. The thought of hearing you recount the details of your date once again was more than he could handle sober.

You couldn’t help but blush at the attention, but there was a part of you that was happy to share. The date had gone so well, and you were still riding the high of it. “It was really nice”, you said, smiling shyly as you sat down across from Jody. “Jake was great. We went to see a movie, and then he took me to a diner for dinner”.

Sam raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair as he folded his arms across his chest. “And? Any sparks?”.

Dean’s grip on his glass tightened, but he kept his gaze focused on the amber liquid, taking another sip to keep himself from saying something he might regret.

You hesitated, your cheeks growing warmer as you fumbled with your words. “I… I don’t know… I mean… maybe”, you whispered, the uncertainty in your voice clear. You weren’t entirely sure what you were feeling, but the night had definitely left you with a lot to think about.

Dean, still standing by his whiskey stash, emptied his glass in one long gulp. The burn of the alcohol did little to ease the growing tension inside him. Without a word, he refilled his glass, his movements a bit more deliberate this time, as if he were trying to focus on the task to keep his thoughts in check.

Jody leaned forward, her smile soft and understanding. “It’s okay not to know right away. First dates can be complicated, and it’s all about getting a feel for each other”. She glanced over at Sam, who was watching the whole exchange with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

Sam gave you an encouraging nod. “Yeah, there’s no rush. Just take your time, figure out how you feel. If it’s meant to be, you’ll know”.

You nodded, appreciating their support, but your mind kept drifting back to Dean, who was conspicuously quiet. You could feel the tension rolling off him in waves, and it made you uneasy. You glanced over at him, catching the way his jaw was clenched, the way he was avoiding looking at you or anyone else in the room.

Jody, ever perceptive and quick to lighten the mood, glanced at Dean and couldn’t resist a tease. “Dean, you should stop playing the worried dad. She’s a big girl; she can handle herself”. She winked at you, trying to ease the tension she sensed in the room.

Dean forced a tight-lipped smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He knew Jody was just trying to lighten the mood, but the words hit too close to home in ways she couldn’t possibly understand. It wasn’t just worry gnawing at him, and it sure as hell wasn’t anything paternal. A dad wouldn’t feel the burn of jealousy deep in his gut, wouldn’t have the irrational urge to keep you from dating anyone else. A dad wouldn’t be fighting the overwhelming desire to kiss you, to claim you in ways he knew were wrong, to protect you not just from the dangers of the world but from any man who might take you away from him.

He downed the rest of his whiskey, the burn of the alcohol barely registering as the emotions he was trying so hard to suppress threatened to bubble over. He didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to face the truth of what he was feeling, but it was becoming harder and harder to deny.

“Come on, Dean, lighten up. She had a good time, that’s what matters”.

Dean’s grip tightened around his empty glass. He could feel the weight of your gaze on him, the unspoken questions hanging in the air between you. He knew he needed to say something, to offer you some kind of reassurance, but the words wouldn’t come. He was too afraid that if he opened his mouth, everything he’d been holding back would come spilling out.

Instead, he just nodded, forcing another smile that felt more like a grimace. “Yeah, you’re right”, he muttered, his voice rough. “That’s what matters”.

But even as he said it, he knew it wasn’t enough. The jealousy, the possessiveness, the desire—it was all still there, simmering just below the surface, threatening to spill over at any moment. And the worst part was, he had no idea how to make it stop.

Sam, sensing the tension in his brother, shot him a concerned look but didn’t press the issue. Instead, he turned his attention back to you, trying to keep the conversation going. “So, are you going to see Jake again?”.

You hesitated, your mind still on Dean and the strange vibe you were getting from him. “I’m not sure yet”, you said softly. “I guess I’ll see how I feel in a few days”.

Jody nodded, clearly satisfied with your answer. “That’s a good approach. No need to rush into anything”.

One week later, the tension that had lingered between you and Dean had lessened slightly, but it was still there, a quiet undercurrent in every interaction. Dean had been acting a bit odd, more distant than usual, but he wasn’t as on edge as he had been right after your date with Jake. Still, something felt unresolved, like there was an unspoken conversation hanging between you that neither of you was ready to have.

Sam had gone off with Jody to work on a case, leaving you and Dean alone in the bunker. The day had been uneventful, with Dean spending most of it working on the Impala, a six-pack of beer keeping him company as he tinkered away. You knew that when Dean worked on the car all day, especially with that much beer involved, it usually meant he was trying to work something out in his head. He wasn’t one to talk about his feelings, but his actions often spoke louder than words.

As evening fell, you found yourself pacing in your room, nerves fluttering in your stomach. There was something you needed to ask Dean, something that had been on your mind ever since that conversation in the car a week ago. You didn’t know how he would react, and the thought of it made your heart race. But you also knew you couldn’t keep avoiding it, couldn’t keep pretending like everything was normal when it wasn’t. It was naive and so fucking stupid, but you wanted to do it anyways. You had to.

Dean had just come out of the shower, the steam still clinging to the air in the hallway as he moved back to his room to get dressed. You could hear the faint rustling of clothes as he rummaged through his drawers, the sound barely audible over the pounding of your own heart.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you walked over to his door and knocked softly. The sound seemed to echo in the quiet hallway, and for a moment, you wondered if you should just walk away, pretend like you hadn’t come to his door with this burning question in your mind. But before you could second-guess yourself, Dean’s voice came from the other side, a little rough around the edges from the beer and exhaustion.

“Yeah? Come in”.

You hesitated for a split second before pushing the door open, stepping into his room. Dean was standing by the bed, shirtless, his jeans half-buttoned as he looked up at you with a curious expression. His hair was still damp from the shower, droplets of water clinging to his skin, and the room smelled faintly of his soap and aftershave.

“Hey”, you greeted him softly, trying to keep your voice steady. Your eyes flicked to his bare chest for a moment before you forced yourself to meet his gaze. “Do.. uh.. do you have a minute? There’s something I wanted to talk to you about”.

Dean raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued, but there was also a slight wariness in his eyes. He could tell this wasn’t just a casual conversation. “Sure”, he said, finishing buttoning up his jeans before grabbing a t-shirt from the bed and pulling it over his head. “What’s on your mind?”.

You hesitated for a long moment, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks as you prepared yourself to say what you’d come here for. This was one of the most nerve-wracking things you’d ever done, and the last thing you wanted was for Dean to think you were being silly. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that you needed to do this, needed to know where you stood before your date with Jake tomorrow.

“I… I think I need you to sit”, you whispered, your voice barely audible as you looked anywhere but directly at him.

Dean’s eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion, but he could see how serious you were, how much this seemed to mean to you. “Alright”, he said softly, moving over to the bed and sitting down on the edge, his gaze fixed on you. “What’s going on?”.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. The room felt too small, the air too thick, but you pressed on. “I have another date with Jake tomorrow”, you began, your voice shaky. “And I… I’m kind of freaking out about it”.

Dean’s expression softened at your words, his protectiveness instantly kicking in. “Hey, it’s just a date”, he said gently, trying to reassure you. “I told you, you don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for”.

You nodded quickly, appreciating his concern, but that wasn’t exactly what was on your mind. “I know, I know”, you replied, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “But it’s just… well, there’s something I’m really nervous about, and I didn’t know who else to ask”.

Dean’s concern deepened, but he stayed quiet, waiting for you to continue.

You took another deep breath, trying to push through your embarrassment. “I wanted to know if… if I’m any good at… kissing”, you finally managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. The words felt strange and heavy in your mouth, and your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

Dean blinked, completely taken aback by your request. Of all the things he’d expected you to say, this wasn’t even remotely close. “You want to know if you’re… good at kissing?”, he repeated, clearly trying to process what you were asking.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. The vulnerability in your eyes was unmistakable, and Dean could see just how much this meant to you. “I just want to know… if I’m any good at it”, you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “I don’t want to mess up with Jake. I just… I want to be sure”.

Dean’s mind was racing. He’d faced down monsters, demons, and all manner of supernatural threats, but nothing had prepared him for this. You, standing in front of him, asking him for such a thing —it was the last thing he ever expected, and it was stirring up emotions he didn’t know how to handle.

He wanted to protect you, to be the person you could rely on. But this? This felt like crossing a line, like stepping into territory that was dangerous for both of you.

Dean struggled to find the right words, his thoughts a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. This situation was so far beyond anything he’d ever anticipated, and it left him feeling completely out of his depth. You had always been like family to him—like a little sister or even a daughter in some ways.

He knew this was dangerous territory.

How could the two of you ever face each other after this? How could he look at you the same way when his mind was already racing with thoughts he had no business entertaining?

Dean swallowed hard, trying to push down the turmoil inside him. He needed to be strong, needed to be the protector you’d always relied on, not someone who complicated things by letting his emotions get the better of him.

“This is crazy”, Dean finally managed to say, his voice thick with hesitation. He looked at you, seeing the vulnerability in your eyes, and it only made it harder for him to keep his composure. “I mean, you’re like… you’re like family to me, you know? This is… this is a damn stupid idea Y/N”.

You bit your lip, uncertainty flickering across your face. “I know it’s weird”, you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I trust you, Dean. And I just… I don’t know who else to ask”.

He could feel the weight of your words pressing down on him, every instinct telling him to stop this before it went any further. But the vulnerability in your eyes, the trust you were placing in him, made it nearly impossible for him to turn you down. He wanted to protect you, to be the person you could rely on, but that same instinct was pushing him toward a line he knew he shouldn’t cross.

You seemed to sense his hesitation, and you took a step closer, your voice soft, almost pleading. “Dean, please… I won’t tell anybody”, you mumbled, your eyes earnest and filled with a mix of hope and uncertainty. “This absolutely doesn’t mean anything. I just… I need to know, and I don’t know who else to ask. We don’t ever have to talk about it again, I promise”.

Dean clenched his jaw, his mind a chaotic swirl of emotions. He knew you meant well, that you weren’t trying to complicate things, but the simple fact was that this already was complicated. He wanted to tell you no, to protect both of you from what could happen if he gave in to your request, but the way you were looking at him—so desperate for reassurance—made it incredibly hard to deny you.

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as he tried to push down the conflicting feelings inside him. When he opened them again, you were still standing there, your expression so open, so trusting, that it made his chest ache. “You really don’t get it, do you?”, Dean said quietly, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and something else.

You looked at him, confused by his words. “Get what?”.

Dean shook his head slightly, not sure how to explain the turmoil he was feeling without revealing too much. “This isn’t just about practice, okay? Kissing… it’s not just some technical thing you can get better at with a little help. It’s… it’s emotional. It means something, even if you don’t want it to”.

You opened your mouth to argue, but Dean held up a hand, stopping you. “I get that you’re nervous, and I get that you want to be ready for your date with Jake, but this… you and me… it’s different. I don’t want to mess things up between us”.

You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to convince him. “Dean, I’m not asking you to make this more than it is. I just… I need to know that I’m not going to embarrass myself, that I’m not going to mess up. And you’re the only person I trust enough to ask”.

Dean’s resolve wavered as he listened to you. He knew you weren’t trying to complicate things, that you genuinely just wanted his help, but the feelings he’d been trying to keep buried were threatening to spill over.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he tried to steady himself. This was a moment he never imagined he’d find himself in—a moment where he had to balance his protective instincts with feelings he wasn’t ready to fully confront. He knew this could change everything, that crossing this line could complicate things between you in ways he wasn’t sure he could handle. But the trust in your eyes, the way you were looking at him like he was the only one who could help you, made it impossible to refuse.

The minutes streched.

“Alright”, he mumbled eventually, his voice barely above a whisper. He opened his eyes, his gaze meeting yours, filled with a mix of emotions he couldn’t quite hide. “C’mere”, he nodded towards the spot beside him on the bed, his heart pounding in his chest.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling the gravity of what you were about to do.

For Dean, this was about so much more than just a kiss. He knew deep down that it was wrong, so fucking wrong—wrong to blur the lines between protector and something more, wrong to let himself indulge in feelings he had tried so hard to bury. Just so fucking wrong. But a part of him, a part he wasn’t proud of, was desperate to know if this would be enough to finally shake the hold those feelings had on him. Maybe, just maybe, if he allowed himself this one moment, he could get it out of his system and go back to being the version of himself that you needed him to be. He was stupid. As stupid as your idea.

You slowly inched closer, your heart pounding so loudly in your chest that you were sure Dean could hear it. The tension in the room was thick, almost suffocating, but you pushed through it, trying to keep your mind focused on the reason you’d come to him in the first place. For three long years, you had dreamed about this moment, imagined what it would be like to be this close to Dean, to feel his breath on your skin. But now, with the reality of it staring you in the face, your mind was a mess of conflicting emotions.

You told yourself that you were doing this so you wouldn’t mess up things with Jake, that this was just a practical step to make sure you were prepared. But deep down, in a place you weren’t quite ready to face, you knew there was more to it.

This wasn’t about Jake.

It was about the feelings you’d been harboring for Dean all this time, feelings that you had tried to push aside, to ignore, but that had only grown stronger the more you were around him.

As you sat down beside him on the bed, the proximity made everything feel more intense. Your knees brushed against his, and you felt a shiver run through you, a mixture of nerves and something else—something that made your stomach flip and your breath catch in your throat. You glanced up at Dean, noticing the way his eyes were darker than usual, his expression conflicted.

Dean was trying so hard to stay in control, to keep his thoughts from straying. But the second you sat down beside him, so close that he could feel the warmth of your body, he knew he was in trouble. This wasn’t just a simple kiss for practice—this was everything he had been trying to deny for years, everything he had buried deep down so that he could be the friend you needed, not the man who wanted more than he should.

Dean’s heart pounded in his chest, the weight of what was about to happen pressing down on him. The room felt too small, the air thick with tension, and he struggled to keep his emotions in check. You were so close, your presence overwhelming, and every rational part of his mind was screaming at him to stop, to step away before he crossed a line he couldn’t uncross.

He took a deep breath, his voice quiet and tinged with hesitation as he finally spoke. “(Y/N), are you… are you really, really sure about this?”. His gaze searched yours, looking for any sign of doubt, any indication that you might not want to go through with this after all.

The truth was, he wasn’t asking just for your sake. He was asking for himself too. Because once this happened, once he gave in to the temptation of your lips, he wasn’t sure if he could ever go back to the way things were. The feelings he had kept buried for so long were threatening to spill over, and if you gave him the green light, he knew there was no turning back.

You looked up at him, your eyes wide and filled with a mix of nervousness and determination. “I’m sure, Dean”, you whispered, your voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest. “I trust you”.

Again. Those damn words. They hit him like a punch to the gut. You trusted him, and he didn’t want to betray that trust. But the way you were looking at him, the way your eyes held his, made it impossible for him to walk away. He knew in that moment that he couldn’t deny you, couldn’t deny himself, even if it meant complicating everything between you.

His breath hitched at your words, the weight of them settling heavily in his chest. The room seemed to shrink even further, the air between you charged with a tension so palpable it was almost suffocating.

His hand was gently cradling your cheek, and he could feel the heat of your skin beneath his fingertips, the subtle tremor that betrayed your own nerves. Despite your words, he could sense the same mix of anticipation and fear that was churning inside him. This was a moment of no return, a step into uncharted territory for both of you.

Slowly, deliberately, Dean leaned in closer, his heart hammering in his chest as his resolve began to crumble. He was a breath away from your lips, close enough to feel the warmth of your breath mingling with his, but he paused, giving you one last chance to pull back, to stop this before it began.

But you didn’t. Instead, you closed the gap between you, your lips brushing softly against his in a tentative, almost hesitant kiss. The contact was light, feather-soft, but it sent a shockwave through Dean that he wasn’t prepared for. The years of buried feelings, of unspoken desires, surged to the surface, overwhelming him with their intensity.

He deepened the kiss, his hand sliding from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. There was a gentle pressure in the way his lips moved against yours, a cautious exploration as if he was trying to memorize the feel of you, to commit this moment to memory. His other hand came up to rest on your waist, the warmth of your body seeping through the fabric of your shirt and into his palm.

Your lips were soft and warm against his, and he could taste the faint hint of whatever lip balm you’d applied earlier, a sweet, subtle flavor that made his heart ache with something he couldn’t quite name. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this moment, this connection that felt both right and so, so wrong.

Your hands came up to rest on his chest, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if to steady yourself. You could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palms, a rhythm that matched your own racing pulse. The kiss was everything you’d imagined it would be and more—tender, intense, filled with a depth of emotion that you hadn’t expected.

Dean could feel your inexperience in the way you kissed him, the way your lips moved tentatively against his, searching for a rhythm that matched his. It only made the moment more poignant, more charged with meaning. This wasn’t just about practice, not anymore. This was something deeper, something that had been building between you for far longer than either of you had been willing to admit.

The kiss deepened, the gentle pressure of Dean’s lips against yours becoming more insistent, more urgent. The heat between you intensified, a fire that seemed to grow with every passing second. You could feel the warmth pooling between your legs, a sensation that was becoming almost overwhelming, a stark contrast to the tender, slow rhythm of the kiss.

Dean’s scruff brushed against your face, the sensation both rough and tantalizing. It made your skin tingle, adding a new layer of sensation to the already charged moment. You could feel a slickness between your thighs, a sign of the arousal that had been building since the start of this intimate connection. It was unfamiliar and intense, and it sent waves of both excitement and anxiety through you.

Dean, on the other hand, felt a painful tightness in his jeans. The physical reaction was impossible to ignore, a stark reminder of the line he was crossing. Yet, despite the discomfort, he found himself unable to pull away. The kiss was consuming him, the taste of you, the feel of your lips moving tentatively but eagerly against his, igniting a primal part of him that was difficult to control.

As you felt the heat between you intensify, you dared to gently press your tongue against Dean’s lower lip, a tentative but clear invitation. The movement was slow, almost experimental, as if you were testing the waters of this new and thrilling connection.

Dean’s reaction was immediate and intense. He gasped slightly at the touch, his breath hitching as his body responded to the added intimacy. He couldn’t ignore the surge of desire that coursed through him, the way your tongue against his lip ignited a fire that seemed to burn away any remaining doubts he might have had.

His hand on your waist tightened, pulling you closer as he opened his mouth slightly, giving you access. His own tongue met yours in a slow, exploratory dance, each movement filled with a mixture of longing and caution. The kiss deepened, becoming a complex interplay of sensations that both of you were navigating together.

As the kiss deepened even more, you instinctively pressed your thighs together, the growing warmth and intensity between your legs becoming impossible to ignore. Your hands, trembling slightly with a mix of nerves and excitement, slowly reached up to cradle the back of Dean’s neck, fingers tangling in the damp strands of his hair. The connection between you was electric, each touch and movement intensifying the charged atmosphere in the room.

But just as the moment seemed to spiral into something more, reality hit Dean like a freight train. The weight of what was happening, of what it could mean for both of you, came crashing down on him. His protective instincts, which had been momentarily overwhelmed by desire, surged back to the forefront. This wasn’t just a kiss—it was a step that would change everything.

Dean’s breath hitched, and with a mixture of regret and determination, he carefully grabbed your face, his hands trembling slightly as he guided your head away from his. He needed to stop this, to bring both of you back from the edge before it was too late.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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Sober Words, Drunk Attitudes

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader, Cas & Winchester reader

Requested by Anonymous (x2)

Synopsis: you get drunk for the first time, and the boys have to clean up the mess (figuratively)

Warnings: underage drinking (don’t do that guys, this is for fictional purposes only—I think drinking is horrible for people, but obviously you do you, just don’t take this as an endorsement), that’s it, it’s all fluff

Bars were stupid. Bars were a waste of time. You never wanted to step into a bar again.

You’d been sitting on a barstool for over an hour, and aside from being drop-dead exhausted, you were also sick of drunk adults bumping into you.

Everyone seemed to be having more fun than you, too; the (very drunk) adults were dancing around and flirting and chatting, meanwhile you were pouting on a stool waiting for your brothers.

“Dean!” You caught your brother’s arm as he walked past you. “Dean, can we go?”

“Not yet.” Dean’s voice was slightly slurred—he was supposed to be talking to a witness, but leave it to him to get tipsy. “I’ve got a couple more people to talk to, so sit tight.” Dean ignored your attempts at protest as he pulled his arm free and brushed past you.

You groaned, slumping back in your seat. Something poked into your side, and you reached down to see what it was. It was your ID poking you through your pocket. You’d needed the (obviously fake) ID to get into the bar. But that wasn’t all it was good for…

You waved at the bartender.

“I’ll have what he’s got,” you said, gesturing over at Sam who was chatting up some chick. He was usually the lighter drinker compared to Dean, so you figured you could take whatever he was drinking.

“How old are you?” The bartender’s face was scrunched in suspicion as he eyed you. In response, you waved your ID in front of his face. He stared at it for a long moment before relenting.

You didn’t hesitate when you got your drink—you were sick of waiting for Sam and Dean, and the last thing you needed was to get yelled at if they found you drinking. You cringed as the butter liquid hit your tastebuds—there was no way your brothers actually liked this stuff. Or maybe Sam was just crap at picking good drinks.

Regardless, when you finished the drink you ordered another one, downing it faster than the first one. Your nerves felt like they were vibrating—you couldn’t tell if you liked that feeling or not—and within twenty minutes you were relaxed and swaying to the music with the other drunk people. Well, most of them were drunk; some of them just had more confidence than you.

Soon though, the alcohol was starting to hit you harder, and you found it hard to keep your balance, your sway no longer intentional.

“Hey!” You turned when you felt a hand on your arm, tripping over someone’s foot and falling right into Sam’s arm. “What are you doing?” He demanded.

“Dancing.” You giggled. Your grin dropped suddenly as you glanced around. “Heyy, where’s De?”

“I don’t know,” Sam brushed off your question. “Look at me. Would you stand still?” Sam now had both of your shoulders gripped in his hands as he tried to keep you from jumping around looking for Dean.

“Where’s Dean?” You whined. “I want—I want…” your lip was quivering now.

“Are you…crying?” Sam asked.

You rubbed your eyes. “No,” you sniffled. “I want Dean.”

“Are you…” Sam was all but gaping at you. “Are you drunk?”

“I’m…” you whimpered. “I’m sorry, Sammy.” You stepped up to Sam and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his shirt.

“Whoa whoa, hey, easy,” Sam soothed. “Honey, calm down.” Sam huffed, muttering under his breath, “I guess we know what kind of drunk you are.” Louder, he said, “I’m gonna help you find De, ok? He’s right around here somewhere.”

“M-k,” you mumbled, pulling away a little but grabbing Sam’s hand in your own. “Let’s go.”

“Ok,” Sam chuckled. “Let’s go.”

“Dean!” It took about four seconds for you to spot him in the small bar, and fifteen more to actually fight your way over to him. Your grip on Sam’s hand made it harder for you, as he wasn’t as able to weave through the crowd as easily as your smaller frame.

“Hey, are you done alre—hey!” Dean stiffened in surprise when you wrapped your arms around him and wouldn’t let go. “What the heck is going on with you?”

“She’s drunk,” Sam huffed. “And apparently clingy.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered again, your voice muffled against Dean’s shirt.

“Are you…is she…crying?” Dean demanded, pulling you away. “Hey, kid, it’s ok.”

“I wanna go now,” you sniffled.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” Dean huffed. “Let’s go.”

“I’ll join you out there,” Sam said. “I’ve gotta go to the bathroom.”

You were too busy fiddling with a button on Dean’s shirt as if you’d never seen it before, so you didn’t hear Sam. When you turned and he was gone, Dean flinched in surprise when you started to cry again.

“Where’s Sammy?” You sobbed, tugging on Dean’s arm. “We have to find him.”

“Ok, hey, take it easy,” Dean insisted. “He’s going to the bathroom. Let’s get you out to the car.”

“I don’t want to, I wanna find Sammy,” you cried.

“Yeah, well, you’re not allowed in there so…” when you kept crying and tugging on Dean’s arm, he took matters into his own hands—literally. “Ok, let’s go.” Dean grunted as he lifted you into his arms and carried you out of the bar. The lack of concern from the people around him about a man carrying a crying girl out of a bar was concerning, but also helpful; he wasn’t stopped or questioned, and he was able to bundle you into the car without too much trouble.

“Just…c’mon, help me out here and sit still,” Dean demanded as he struggled to get a seat belt on you.

“Sam!” You called out suddenly, and you were distracted enough for Dean to finally click your belt into place.

“Never let her get drunk again,” Sam said as he slid into the car, avoiding your grabby hands.

“Deal,” Dean huffed.

You were halfway to the bunker before you stopped crying and trying to grab at the front seat. In fact, you were so quiet that Dean looked back in the backseat to make sure you were ok.

“You don’t look so good,” he said.

“I don’t feel very good, De,” you mumbled, swaying a little in your seat.

“Just don’t puke in the car,” Dean demanded, pressing his foot down on the gas pedal.

You made it to the bunker without incident, but when Dean tried to go to his room you hung on his arm.

“Don’t leave me,” you whined. “Please?”

“Wow, you really need to go to bed,” Dean insisted. “C’mon, you gotta sleep this off.”

“Nooo,” you begged. “I’m not tired, I don’t wanna sleep.”

“Yes you do,” Dean said. “Let’s go.” He all but dragged you over to your room, pushing you down on your bed and helping you pull off your shoes. “Now stay,” he demanded, tucking you in tightly before turning and leaving, shutting off the lights and closing the door.

“Dean!” The second he was out of your sight, you started to cry again. You pulled at the sheets, but Dean tucked them in too tight for your uncoordinated fingers to undo.

“De! Sammy! Let me out!” When no one came, you tried another tactic. “Cas!”

“What’s wrong?” It only took a minute before the flutter of wings announced Cas’s arrival. “You sounded distressed, and—“ Cas froze at the sight of you, tangled up in your sheets and crying. “What’s going on?”

“I got drunk and Dean’s making me sleep and I don’t wanna sleep and I can’t get out of these sheets!” Is what you tried to say, but between your drunken slur and your sobbing, Cas understood something like, “I’mm drr, and De…mmmm…slee…wanna…sheets!”

“I…” Cas just stared at you for a moment, before finally deciding to free you from your prison. He yanked the sheets free, and you fell out of bed, hitting the floor hard. “Y/N!” Cas exclaimed, running around the bed to stand by you. “Are you ok?”

You just groaned, holding your head like you thought it would fall off.

“Ok,” Cas grunted, grabbing onto your arm and helping you up. “I think we should get you to your brothers.”

“I want Sam and Dean,” you sobbed, and Cas understood even through your slurs.

“Ok, ok, I’m taking you to them,” he soothed. “Just calm down.”

“Cas?” Dean froze halfway down the hallway when he saw the angel holding tightly onto your arm to keep you from stumbling. “What are you doing here?”

“Your little sister called,” Cas huffed. “She wants you.”

“I told you to go to sleep,” Dean said, turning to you.

“I don’t want to, I wanna stay with you,” you mumbled, pulling away from Cas and stumbling your way over to Dean.

“Ok, ok,” Dean relented. “How about we go watch a movie in my Dean cave, ok?”

“Can Sammy come?” The waterworks had already returned in full force when you realized you didn’t see Sam.

“Hey hey, easy,” Dean brushed your tears away. “‘Course Sammy can come. Cas—“ Dean shot Cas a pointed glare. “Cas can go find him and you and me can pick a movie.”

“M-k.” Dean was relieved when you finally stopped crying. “Can you carry me?”

“I’m never letting you forget this,” Dean mumbled under his breath. Louder, he said, “of course, sweetheart,” and he lifted you into his arms.

I’m the Dean Cave, Dean let you use him as a pillow while you watched the movie—mostly because you started crying if he was too far away—and he was silently smug about the fact that now that Cas was here, you wouldn’t let him leave either.

“I never wanna see her drunk again,” Sam insisted, and it was then that Dean saw you were finally asleep, drooling on his shirt.

“That makes two of us,” Dean scoffed. “I’ve never seen her like that.”

“Sure you have.” Sam suddenly had a nostalgic smile on his face, and Dean waited for him to continue. “She used to be like that when she was little, like, like really little. She wouldn’t let us go to school without grabbing onto our legs and begging us to stay with her, remember that?”

“Oh yeah.” Dean chuckled. “Yeah she used to cry like crazy until dad had to drag her away.”

“And if he wasn’t there—“

“Then good luck getting to school,” Dean finished for Sam, and they both grinned.

“She cares about you two a lot,” Cas spoke up.

“Yeah.” The easy smile on Dean’s face suddenly dropped.

“But when that hangover hits tomorrow, she’s gonna hate everyone.”

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The Touch Of An Angel - Castiel X GN Reader

Title: The Touch Of An Angel

Castiel X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Sam and Dean

WC: 2,224

Warnings: Reader is upset, bad day, cursing, banter, teasing, oblivious Castiel, nicknames, comfort, crying, confession, italics, mini angst, and fluff

The bunker’s heavy door groaned open, and you stormed in, fists clenched and a scowl plastered on your face. Sam and Dean exchanged a wary glance, wisely stepping aside as you plowed through. Today was one of those days where every little thing felt like sandpaper grating against your nerves, and by the time you had returned to the bunker with Sam and Dean, you were already a little more than halfway to snapping, exploding, imploding, and everything in between.

You couldn’t put your finger on a single reason for feeling this way. There were just small little things - small little frustrations - that had been slowly piling up; turning the entire day into a drawn-out test of patience and sound of mind, that, in the end, you failed.

And, honestly, you didn’t have to explain yourself to anyone. Once you had felt better, you’d make sure to apologize to the boys for snapping at them, but for now, you just needed some time alone and some space. 

Sam and Dean watched as you huffed all the way to your room, the aura of seething tension following behind you, thankfully leaving them; your bedroom door was then heard slamming shut. Both Dean and Sam let out deep breaths, their shoulders dropping in relief.

"Why is Y/N upset?" 

"Jesus!" Dean jumped at the unexpected appearance of Castiel, who stared down at the hallway, a confused little frown on his face. 

"Cas, you have to stop doing that," Sam breathed out, a hand over his heart. 

Dean nodded, "You're gonna give one of us a damn heart attack."

Castiel paused only for a moment, taking in the brothers' warnings with that signature head tilt and furrowed brow.

"They just had a long day, Cas," Sam sighed, shaking his head as he sat his gun down on a nearby table, "They might not be in the best mood for company."

"Yeah," Dean added, "Maybe just give ‘em some space, huh? For your sake. And ours." He muttered that last part out.

But, Castiel's gaze drifted back down the hallway to your room, where the silence hung thick in the air. He couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, his presence was precisely what you needed right now. With a determined set to his jaw, he turned and strode down the hall.

Dean threw his hands up in resignation, "Fine, go on then. Just don't say we didn't warn you."

Sam exchanged a look with his older brother, "Think he's got a chance of making it out of there without getting his head bitten off?"

Dean huffed, his hands on his hips, "Nah." Dean shook his head as Castiel disappeared down the hallway, muttering to Sam, “Well, good luck to him. I’m hittin’ the shower. Order us a pizza or somethin’, will ya, Sammy?” Sam just chuckled, pulling out his phone as Dean headed off.

Without hesitation - and without remembering to knock - Castiel opened the door and stepped inside. He paused when he saw you sitting on the edge of your bed, freshly showered and in your pajamas, shoulders slumped, head buried in your hands. 

Castiel’s expression softened as he looked at you, his instinct telling him that words wouldn’t be helpful right now. Moving cautiously, he lowered himself onto the bed beside you, leaving a comfortable amount of space between you two. He didn’t speak, didn’t even make a sound, just sat there quietly.

After a moment, you peeked out from behind your hands, just enough to glance at him, and though you didn’t say a word, the tiniest hint of relief flickered in your eyes.

Silently, he opened his arms out to you. The gesture was simple, unassuming, but it was so very him. Castiel didn’t push, didn’t demand anything from you. He was just there.

You let out a breath as the weight of the day began to catch up with you. The whole day, nothing but thing after thing that pushed down on your shoulders and weighed heavily on your mind and soul. You were tired…

Without overthinking, or even thinking at all, you leaned into him, and immediately you felt at peace. Your arms circled around his waist, fingers squeezing the fabric of his trench coat. It was soft against your cheek, smelling faintly of rain and something else that was just so Castiel; you took in a deep breath. His arms wrapped around you, firm yet gentle; you almost felt like you were going to cry. 

Castiel’s hand moved slowly, tentatively, brushing along your back in soothing circles as if he was still unsure whether such a human comfort was helping - but it was. You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him, to try and explain, but he beat you to it.

“You don’t have to speak,” He murmured, his deep voice low and comforting, rumbling through his chest, “But you are not alone.”

The simplicity of his words made your chest tighten, a lump forming in your throat. You nodded against him, letting a few tears escape - tears you’d been holding back for too long.

Castiel didn’t flinch, didn’t rush you, just held you as long as you needed. His presence said all the things words couldn’t: I see you. I’m here. And you are safe.

Your arms tightened around him, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his trench coat. The tears that had been freely flowing moments ago now began to slow, leaving only little sniffles. You let out a deep exhale. 

Castiel held you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. And then, just as you started to pull yourself back together, he continued to surprise you. His hand, that had been soothingly running circles on your back, lifted to run gently through your hair. You leaned into the touch, rubbing your cheek against the coat, and his chest. 

But, it was his next action that stole your breath. Without a word, Castiel leaned down and pressed his lips softly against the top of your head. The gesture was light, fleeting, but again, there. He lingered there for just a moment, before pulling back slightly, his hand still resting in your hair, his other secure around you.

“You are stronger than you know,” He murmured, his voice almost a whisper, “But, if you even feel as if you can not carry all the weight, just pray for me. And I will be there.”

And in that moment, you believed him. Of course you believed him. Completely. Whole-heartedly. 

Slowly, you pulled back just enough to look up at him, meeting his eyes. The look in his eyes, the intensity, it made your heart stutter; a mix of gratitude and something deeper pooling in your chest.

You had always felt something for Castiel, ever since the moment you first met him, when your eyes first found his. With every lingering glance, every soft-spoken word, every small act of care and kindness he offered without hesitation sent your heart soaring and burning.

It was the way he always seemed to gravitate toward you. The way he’d join you for the simplest things - sitting together in comfortable silence while you read, sharing late-night cups of tea in the bunker kitchen, or joining you for one of your movie nights. They were little things, moments that could almost be explained away as friendship - but they weren’t. Not really.

There was just something about those moments, something unspoken but undeniably there. It lingered in the way he would lean a little closer when you spoke, in the way hs hand would brush yours just a second too long when passing something, and in the way he looked at you like you were the most beautiful of all of God’s creations; which was quite a feat, since before he met you, he thought all of God’s creations were beautiful.

“Thank you, Cas,” You said softly, your voice trembling just slightly. You paused, searching for the right words, “For being here, For… Always supporting me.”

Castiel tilted his head slightly, his brow furrowing in that curious, endearing way of his. “You don’t need to thank me,” He replied earnestly. “Caring for you is-” He hesitated, as if searching for the right human phrase. “It’s important to me.”

Your heart gave another flutter, and before you could even lose your nerve, you leaned forward and pressed a quick, featherlight kiss to his cheek. When you pulled back, your bashfulness caught up with you, and you immediately dropped your gaze, your hands slipping from around him and curling into your lap.

“I- uh, sorry. I just-” You stammered, your cheeks growing hotter by the second.

But Castiel didn’t move away. He didn’t lash, didn’t scold you, nor did he dash out of the room screaming for his life. He didn’t even look confused or uncomfortable. Instead, he blinked, his expression softening even further. And a small, almost subtle smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“There is no need to apologize,” He spoke, the warmth in his voice made your heart feel like it might burst; he brushed your hair behind your ear. “You are extraordinary.”

Meanwhile, Sam and Dean sat sprawled on the couch, waiting for the pizza Sam called to arrive, half-watching the TV as a cheesy action flick played in the background. They both turned when they heard two sets of footsteps, and their jaws practically hit the floor.

You and Castiel entered the room, your arms casually looped through his, a bright, radiant smile lighting up your face - one they hadn’t seen in far too long. Castiel, for his part, looked uncharacteristically relaxed, his usual stoicism replaced by a faint, content expression.

“Ooooh, one of my favorites!” You exclaimed, your eyes lightning up as you spotted the movie playing on the screen. Without hesitation, you let go of Casitel’s arm and jumped onto the couch, plopping yourself down with a cheerful bounce. “Sorry for snapping at you both, by the way.”

The brothers just stared at you for a moment, watching as you completely got lost in the movie before you, then you looked at Castiel, then back at you; their shock was almost comical. Dean leaned forward, squinting at the angel as if he were trying to solve some sort of puzzle. Which he actually was terrible at, Sam was the puzzle man.

“Okay,” Dean started, gesturing between the two of you. “What the hell did you do, Cas? To make Y/N look like… Like that?”

“Like what?” You asked innocently, grabbing a spare pillow and hugging it to your chest, eyes never leaving the screen.

“Like you just won the lottery or something.” Sam said, clearly just as baffled as Dean.

Castiel tilted his head slightly, “Y/N didn’t win the lottery,” He spoke, sort of confused, “I just listened.” He said simply, as though that explained everything, in which it hadn’t.

Dean raised an eyebrow as you went straight back into your movie, “Listened? That’s it? Did we miss somethin’? Did you use, like, angel magic or-?”

“Dean,” Sam interrupted, shaking his head, he was beginning to see what could’ve possibly happened here. “Maybe Cas just has the touch.”

Dean sputtered out a laugh, shaking his head as he turned back to the TV, the movie now only half-holding his attention. “The touch of an angel.” He teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Castiel furrowed his brow, tilting his head in that way he always did when he was trying to figure out what Dean was saying. “I am an angel.” He stated plainly, his tone serious.

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle harder at Castiel’s words, while Sam threw his hands up in the air. “Yeah, Cas, we know! It’s just an expression!” Dean barked, grinning.

Castiel’s gaze shifted between brothers, still clearly trying to piece it together. “Then why say it if it’s already evident?” 

Sam shook his head, “Never change, Cas, never change.” He muttered.

Dean turned to Castiel with a grin that was nothing short of mischievous. “You might as well stay for dinner, Cas. You helped them - hell, you made them smile like that. We could probably use your ‘angelic touch’ around here more often.”

Castiel blinked, processing, “I… Do not need to eat.” He replied, his tone puzzled but polite.

Dean waves him off with a smirk. “I know, but maybe you should stick around just in case. You know, in case Y/N gets upset again,” He teasing words earned him a hard punch in the arm from you, “Ow, okay, sorry.” He rubbed his arm.

Castiel’s brows furrowed once more, his gaze flickering between you and Dean, “I… I will stay,” He said after a moment, “If it is what they wish.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “I’d love for you to stay, Cassie,” You said, the nickname slipping out before you could even stop it. You reached over the back of the couch, gently taking his hand in yours and pulling him around to sit beside you. “You can watch one of my favorite movies with me. It’s really good. The main actor actually bought the horse he rode in the movie.”

“I will stay then.” Castiel spoke, not even minding that your hand was still interlocked with his as he settled. “I like horses.”

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Dean : *Screams*

Sam : * Screams louder to assert dominance*

Y/n: Should we do something?!

Cas, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.