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[ushjijma]

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"I want to live in a world where the word ‘normal’ is an insult.”

[kiillingboys]

but do you feel like a young god?

you know the two of us are just young gods

[zensjagi]

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[starchildean]

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[velvetcas]

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[ushjijma]

supernatural aesthetics: castiel

“You don’t have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. And I still believe that’s something worth fighting for.”

[kiillingboys]

a night in the bunker in which cas falls asleep on dean

[photographer / dean / cas]

[sparksflycastiel]

Dean/Cas: Wake Up Call

Prompt #6: “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” / 1,172 words

Requested by deathkisseddean and ink-halo - hope you both like this! I also got a request for this prompt but in canon verse, so I will be writing that one later. 

Cas is a notoriously sound sleeper. Even though he lives in an apartment on a college campus, which is infamous for being noisy 24/7, Cas sleeps like he’s dead. This is a useful skill considering the late night parties that take place at his apartment all the time.

Cas shares an apartment with three other guys. Gabriel, Cas’ brother and a college senior, is the resident partier and instigator of the noisy late night apartment ragers. Dean, another senior, doesn’t love Gabriel but he likes his parties; Gabriel doesn’t really care for Dean, either, but likes the girls (and guys) who show up to the parties because of him. Therefore the two tolerate each other for mutually beneficial party reasons. Sam, Dean’s younger brother and a sophomore like Cas, actually entered college a year early because he skipped a grade in high school. Cas met Sam in their Intro to Political Theory class freshmen year where they bonded over their shared love of Socrates. Soon enough, they were looking for campus apartments together and bringing their brothers along for the ride.

Unlike Cas, Sam is not a sound sleeper. Cas often walks into the kitchen on a Friday or Saturday morning and finds Sam downing coffee in an effort to make up for the lack of sleep he got the night before thanks to Gabriel and Dean’s antics. Cas always feels sorry for him while simultaneously thanking the sleep gene gods that he can sleep through a tornado (because let’s be real, that’s what a Gabriel party is). You can walk into Cas’ room in the dead of night, clumsily rearrange all of his furniture (including the double bed he is sleeping in) and he still won’t wake up.

Which is how Cas unexpectedly finds himself waking up next to his very asleep – and very naked – apartment mate of two years, not having woken up when Dean (most likely) drunkenly came back to the wrong room and subsequently climbed into the wrong bed.

Cas’ first clue that he is not alone in his bed is the line of warmth stretching across his left side. As Cas blinks the sleep from his eyes thanks to the light of day streaming in through his room’s window, he notices he’s warmer than usual – as if a mini furnace has been slipped under the covers with him. The second, and by far more obvious, clue is the arm draped across his stomach that he quickly realizes is not his own.

Cas’ heart rate rockets from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye as he takes in Dean’s smooth, freckled, and gloriously unclothed form lying face down next to him. The man is so incredibly – frustratingly – beautiful and seeing him this up close and unencumbered is doing nothing to quash Cas’ longtime (and seemingly unrequited) crush on Dean Winchester.

Cas is brought out of his panicked and wandering thoughts as Dean starts to stir awake next to him.

Well, Cas thinks, Might as well face this head on.

“Good morning, Dean.”

“Morning, Cas.” Dean mumbles into Cas’ pillow.

Cas raises his eyebrows suspiciously at Dean, waiting for the college senior to catch on to the situation at hand. When Dean simply snuggles his face further into the pillow, Cas figures the man needs some prompting.

“Dean,” Cas clears his throat to get his bedfellow’s attention, “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“Wha…?” Dean’s eyes flutter open at Cas’ words, brilliant green finally focusing on the man next to him and going wide in shock. “Oh fuck.” Dean jolts awake, tearing his arm off of Cas’ torso and sitting up quickly. “Fuuuuuck fuck fuck.”

“Uh, you may want to keep ahold of the blanket.” Cas awkwardly averts his gaze as Dean situates himself into a more…modest position.

“Oh my god,” Dean hangs his head in shame. “I cannot believe this is happening.”

“I myself was also quite surprised.”

“I am going to fucking murder Gabriel and his goddamn ‘jungle juice’. Isn’t spiked with anything my ass.” Dean groans. Then Dean apparently has a thought because he looks up at Cas in a panic.

“We didn’t…ya know…did we?” Dean gulps nervously.

“Seeing as I am fully clothed, I think it is safe to say we did not.”

“Oh thank god.” Dean gasps. He sees the insulted look flit across Cas’ face. “I mean, not that it would be bad if we did ever – I didn’t mean that I didn’t want – it’s just,” Dean takes a deep breath, still trying to calm himself down. “I wouldn’t have wanted it to happen, ya know, like that.”

“Wouldn’t have wanted it to happen like that.” Cas repeats, squinting his eyes as he tries to make sense of Dean’s freak out. “Meaning that you would like it to happen, though, under different circumstances.”

“Only if you want it to, god.” Dean clarifies. “I am really fucking this up. God, I’m sorry, Cas.”

“Dean – ”

“No, seriously man, I’m the worst.” Dean goes to get up, gathering the top sheet around his waist. “I’m just gonna go. Pretend this never happened.”

“Dean,” Cas’ tone forces the other man to meet his gaze. Dean looks at Cas skeptically, clearly afraid of what comes next.

Now that he has Dean’s attention, Cas squares his shoulders, gathering his courage. “I didn’t say you have to leave.”

Dean’s eyes widen in acknowledgement, and for a brief moment, Cas fears he’s made a terrible mistake and that Dean is about to turn him down once and for all. However, relief comes in the form of Dean slopping forward and resting his forehead against Cas’ shoulder, laughing nervously as he says, “That’s good to hear, Cas, because I didn’t really want to leave.”

“Good.” Cas sighs in contentment. “That’s good.”

“Just, uh, do you think I could borrow some sweatpants or something?” Dean asks sheepishly. “I feel like I am crazy underdressed for this important of a moment.”

“Hmm, I think you’re dressed the ideal amount.” Cas smirks, but still gets up to grab Dean some pants.

“Cas, you kinky bastard.” Dean blushes as he catches the pants Cas throws at his head. “Who knew you had it in you?”

“I can think of other things I’d rather have in me.” Cas quips bravely.

Dean actually chokes on air in response, almost tripping over himself as he pulls the pants on. “Holy hell, what am I getting myself into with you?”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see. Since you don’t want it to happen ‘like this.’” Cas mocks, using air quotes and all, throwing Dean’s words from earlier back at him.

“I take it back. I want it to happen exactly like this.”

Cas barely has time to get back into the bed before Dean’s hands find the front of his shirt, pulling their bodies together in a mad rush. As Cas loses himself to Dean’s onslaught of affection, he sends a silent thank you to Gabriel and his jungle juice punch.

[buckiesbarnes]

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[zensjagi]

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[ushjijma]

[kiillingboys]

if you could be my punk rock princess, i would be your heroine

[sparksflycastiel]

10x21 Coda Fic

I needed to process my feelings about the last episode and this was the result. I may write a part 2 with a Dean/Cas conversation in the near future if I feel up to it.

1,257 words

Sam went to open the Impala’s trunk.

“Open the damn door.”

Sam’s hand hesitated on its way to the trunk’s hatch. He could barely see Dean through the silent tears that refused to stop falling down his face. “What?”

“I am not putting – ” Dean choked on his words. He took a short breath before gritting his teeth and finishing, “I am not putting her in the fucking trunk. Open. The damn. Door.”

Sam finally noticed that Dean was standing next to the door to the back seat. He gave a short nod and rushed to assist his brother, ashamed he had even thought of putting her in the trunk.

After gingerly arranging her body across the backseat, the hunters stared down at her for a minute, the shock of it all still setting in. She looked like she was taking a nap after a particularly difficult case. For a second they let themselves be fooled.

In reality, they both knew she was never waking up.

The car ride back to the bunker was silent except for the occasional sniff or labored breath. Neither brother knew what to say. The shock was still too new. The pain too raw. The bomb had exploded but the debris hadn’t yet settled. All that could be heard was that faint ringing you hear after the explosion; the annoying buzz before you regain control of your senses and are forced to deal with the turmoil around you.

Sam startled when the actual ringing started. The shrill, obnoxious ringtone of his phone broke him out of his dazed and confused state, bring him rudely back to the present.

Cas was calling. Sam ignored the call. He didn’t want to answer Cas’ inevitable questions.

“Have you found her? Are you with her? How is she? How’s Charlie?”

How’s Charlie.

Sam didn’t want to have to say the words aloud.

Cas kept calling. Over and over and over again.

By the sixth call, Dean took Sam’s phone and violently threw it out the car window where it crashed against the road, shattering into a million tiny pieces.

Sam didn’t even flinch; he was grateful to have one less reminder of the consequences of his actions.

**

They get back to the bunker They put Charlie’s body on a bed in the spare room Dean storms out of the room Sam follows him into the bunker library room

“Dean – I’m so –”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Dean cut Sam off. “Don’t even think about apologizing. Charlie is dead. Dead. Fucking stabbed through the heart.”

“Dean I didn’t know.” Sam tried again.

“You didn’t know? Didn’t know what, Sam? That lying to me about - about goddam everything - wouldn’t backfire? Didn’t know that these crazy Nazi wannabees weren’t fucking kidding when they said they would stop at nothing to get the book back?” Dean stared at Sam incredulously. “I cannot believe you just left her alone with the book.”

“She wasn’t alone.” Sam explained, trying desperately to make sense of the hopeless situation.

“Oh you mean having Cas involved? Yeah a lot of good that did.” Dean scoffed.

“I didn’t mean to involve her, I swear I didn’t.” Sam stressed. “I made a deal and I thought the witch would be good enough – ”

“Witch? What witch?” Dean did a double take, processing this new information. As realization dawned on his face, his eyes grew dark. “Sam, don’t even tell me.” Dean growled.

Sam’s silence was answer enough.

“Rowena?! You teamed up with Rowena!?!”

“It was the only way!”

“Was it? Is my mark gone? Because last time I checked it is still freakin’ attached to my goddamn arm.”

“Dean, it is destroying you. The mark is destroying you.” Sam practically cried.

“I dunno, Sam, because right now the only thing that seems to be destroyed is an innocent girl that we brought into this fucking lifestyle and then couldn’t keep safe.” Dean accused. “Another name on our long list of casualties.”

“I had to – we had to – save you, Dean.” Sam stuttered. “We had to try.”

“Fucking perfect. You needed to save me.” Dean flipped a chair in frustration. “And what the hell makes my life so worth saving? So important that you need to put Charlie in danger?”

“I didn’t – Charlie went looking for the Book of the Dead on her own, Dean. She wanted to help.”

“Yeah and then you were supposed to freakin’ burn it.”

“I know. She thought I did.” Sam acquiesced. “ But it can’t be destroyed – ”

“Yeah so I fucking heard.” Dean cut Sam off. “So you give it to Rowena and then pull Charlie back into the mess.” Dean laughed bitterly. “Did you even think for two seconds about what might happen to her? Did you?” Sam doesn’t answer. “Of course you didn’t. Had your ‘Save Dean’ blinders on, huh? Didn’t matter who or what you hurt as long as you found a goddamn cure to my incurable disease.”

Sam’s face was red with things unsaid.

“You should’ve thought about her, Sam.”

“You mean like you thought about Kevin?” Sam snapped.

Dean’s face went dark – darker than it already was.

“You’re right.” Dean’s tone was short. “I did kill Kevin. And there isn’t a goddamn day I don’t regret it. Kevin is on me.” Dean stalked closer to Sam. “But Charlie – that’s on you. I didn’t ask you to do this. You went behind my back – again – and now you have to live with the fact that Charlie is dead.”

“Charlie is dead?”

Sam and Dean turn to find Cas standing in the library doorway, a shocked expression on his face.

“Yeah, way to keep an eye out, Cas.” Dean scoffed bitterly, knowing his words would hurt but unable to care, before stalking off towards his bedroom. “I bet you and your partner in crime have a lot to catch up on.”

Cas watched Dean storm off, still adjusting to the news. “Sam?” He prompted, looking for some kind of explanation. “Is it true? Is Charlie…?”

“Yeah, Cas.” Sam hung his head, sinking into one of the chairs around the table as if his legs couldn’t support him any longer. “We didn’t get to her in time. The, uh – the Stynes found her first.”

Cas let out a labored breath, bracing himself on the table. After several moments permeated with silent guilt, the angel finally sat across the table from Sam. “I didn’t think she would leave like that.” He said sadly. “If I had known – if I had any clue – I never would’ve,” Cas stumbled over his words, the distress clear in his voice, “I never should’ve left her alone.”

Sam started shaking his head before Cas was finished speaking. “This isn’t your fault, Cas.” Sam finally made eye contact with his friend, not even trying to hide the tears in his eyes. “I did this. I killed Charlie.”

Cas tilted his head empathetically, reaching across the table to grab Sam’s hand. “Sam,” he said gently.

Sam pulled his hand out from under Cas’. “Don’t,” he admonished. “Just – just don’t.”

Sam, clearly unable to handle any more talking for the night, abruptly stood up from the table and started towards the bunker door. “I need some air.” He declared and then he was gone.

Cas stared after Sam, sighing deeply in sorrow. He knew there was no consoling Sam right now. Perhaps there never would be.

Cas only hoped the other Winchester brother was not on a similar path of guilt driven self-destruction.

[buckiesbarnes]

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[zensjagi]

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