#just calling him long dong cas in my head from now on

[thevioletcaptain]

sheep i must inform you that i read the second line as "he gets his tie fixed up by his human who bats his long dong" and while that is evidently not what you wrote, it is, in fact, accurate

oh my god dean is so fond of cas. he's an all powerful eldritch being but he gets his tie fixed up by his human who bats his long long eyelashes at him

[yourlocaltrashpandaxoxo]

Apple of His Eye

The front door opened and slammed shut. 

“I’m hoooome!” called a cheery Jacob as he flung his bag aside and hung his hat up. 

“Howdy there, honey bunny!” Ruby called from the living room, a wide smile on her face. Jacob entered and lazily glomped on-top of her. 

“How’s me precious gem doin’ then, eh?” he asked.

“Very well now that my sugarpie is home” Ruby smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek. There was a scuttling noise as the two ferrets scrambled in and began crawling all over their owner. 

“’Ey lads, that’s enough! I know, I know... Can’t go three minutes without me love” Jacob chuckled, allowing Chips to perch on his shoulder as Bolt curled up on his lap. 

“Reminds me of someone else I know~” he added, tickling Ruby under the chin. 

“Hahahah! Hey!” Ruby squealed, wriggling around in her seat like a fish out of water. Jacob grinned and pecked her on the forehead. He looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

“Somethin’ on yer mind, Jacob?” Ruby asked. 

“Ahh, nothin’ much Ruby-Roo,” Jacob replied. He heard his phone buzz and took it out to check what it was. He couldn’t help but grin when he read the message. 

“What is it? Who are you talkin’ to?” Ruby peered over his shoulder to have a peek. 

“Oi, this is private stuff missy!” Jacob cackled, lightly flicking her nose. Ruby couldn’t hide a slightly petty frown. Jacob tutted. 

“Now what’s wiv that face, hm? It’s just me sister,” Jacob explained. He looked back at his phone intently.

“Saaaay... What’s your favourite gemstone, sweet pea?” he asked. 

“Well, what’s my name~?” Ruby giggled.

“Ahhh, I gotcha" Jacob smiled. He turned his attention back to his phone. He couldn't help but smile at the stream of messages being sent over.

"C'mooooon sugarpie, lemme see!" Ruby begged, trying to peek over his shoulder. Jacob sighed and nudged her away.

"I'm sorry, Roo, but this is private. It's nothing bad, don't worry, it's just a surprise" he explained. He gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Aw man, alright..." Ruby pouted, crossing her arms and feigning irritation. Jacob giggled.

*BRRRRRRRNG*

Jacob grabbed his phone and answered the call.

"'Ello?" he said. He got up from his seat and walked off, chattering excitedly to the whoever was on the other side. Ruby laid back on the sofa and sighed blissfully. Chips and Bolt began scrambling about, treading on her hair and clothes.

"Hahaha, hey! Leave off ya little rascals!" she giggled, playfully tickling the cheeky ferrets.

"Alrighty then, see you in a sec! And, thanks Cas. For real. Byeeee!" Jacob beamed, hanging up the phone and entering the living room again. He smirked at the sight of Ruby having a fight with the two fur snakes.

"Alright then lads, off ya get" he cackled, picking them off of his girlfriend.

"Who was that on the phone?" Ruby asked, getting up from the sofa. Jacob laughed and tapped her on the nose.

"Nosey nosey!" he tutted "It was just me sister, she's popping 'round later to gimme summink."

"Ah, okay!" Ruby smiled.

"So, whatcha wanna do gem?" Jacob asked.

"Hmm... Wanna bake some cookies?" Ruby suggested "As long as ya don't get flour everywhere again!" the pair couldn't help but chuckle at the memory.

"It ain't my fault, gem! That bloomin' flour swung first!" he joked as they headed for the kitchen.

"Sure it did, honey bun" Ruby tittered. They rummaged around in the cupboard, setting down ingredients and equipment on the kitchen counter.

"Alrighty, Jacob, think you can open this WITHOUT getting it everywhere?" Ruby chuckled, nudging a new bag of flour towards her boyfriend.

"I'll try me best, gemstone" Jacob seized the bag and...

*POOF!*

"Aargh! Not agaaaain!" he cried, his face stained with a decent handful of white flour. Ruby took one look at him and cracked up laughing.

"Pahahaha! It's meant to go in the BOWL, Jacob! Not you!" she cackled gleefully.

"Ya don't say" Jacob replied, sarcastically rolling his eyes. He ambled over to the sink to wash off the flour's attack on him.

*DING DONG*

"That'll be Cass, " Jacob grinned "Be back in a sec, luv!" he charged out of the kitchen like a bullet. Ruby watched him run out with a smirk before turning her attention to the bowl of cookie dough in front of her.

Jacob came back in, hiding something behind his back. Ruby's eyes immediately went wide with excitement.

"Oooh! Whatcha got there, hun?" she asked, rushing over and trying to get a peek.

"Ah ah! No peeking you monkey!" Jacob replied, gently pushing her away.

"Awww, no fair!" Ruby sulked "Just a little peek?" Jacob sighed and shook his head.

"Sorry luv, this is a really special surprise" he insisted "I'll show you some other day" Ruby nodded and went back to her baking. With her focus taken off of him. Jacob scrambled to the garage.

He couldn't hide his huge smile as he looked down at the precious little red box.

"Trust me, gem, it'll be worth the wait"

(Ruby belongs to @sukipershipper)

[waywardnerd67]

Long Distance Call

Title: Long Distance Call Summary: (Y/N) has waited weeks for one phone call and when it finally comes it unexpectedly gets cut short. Pairing: Soldier!Castiel x Reader Rating: E - Everyone Warnings: Angst/Fluff Word Count: 973 Squared Filled: Soldier!Cas Bingo Card: @spnaubingo​ A/N: None

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Pacing the length of their living room couch. Six weeks without any contact with the love of her life was driving (Y/N) crazy. Her arms wrapped around her midsection continuing her pacing while her cell phone sat on the coffee table.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Nearly dropping the phone when she went to grab it, she saw the overseas number on the screen, “Cas?”

“Hi beautiful. I don’t have long.” His deep, raspy voice sputtered as the connection cut in and out.

Tears fell down her cheeks, “Cas… I need to tell you something…”

“Beautiful, the connection is fading fast. I-I… will… b-”

Deafening silence filled her ears as the phone went dead. Tears not streaming down her cheeks as she stared down at the dark screen. (Y/N)’s chest burned as a sob tore through her escaping through her lips. Her body curled into a ball on the fall in front of the couch.

8 Weeks Later

The military would not tell her anything since Cas’s unit was on a top secret assignment. The stress of not knowing what was going on and not hearing from him was taking its toll on her. Thankfully, it was summertime and she was off for an extended period of time. (Y/N) tried her best to rest and relax, but something deep within her was making her anxious.

Ding-Dong

As she approached the front door, her heart dropped seeing two looming figures. Her hand trembling turned the knob to see the two men in uniform standing there.

“No… No, no, no…” She muttered as tears fell down her face.

“Mrs. Novak, could you please come with us.” One step inside gently grasping her arm to keep her from stumbling backwards.

“Wh-What’s going… where is my husband?” (Y/N) gripped the soldier’s arms desperate for any information.

There was no expression on his face or eyes as he spoke, “That is why you need to come with me.”

(Y/N) starred up into the young man’s eyes then nodded, grabbing her purse. Following them out to the dark SUV, the one who had spoken to her slide beside her in the backseat while the other was in the front passenger seat. A third soldier was driving quickly down their street.

No one spoke as they pulled out onto the highway towards Camp Pendleton. When Cas had taken a promotion, he had worked it out that they would live off base and put down real roots for once. They both loved the house they found in Oceanside and they wanted to start trying to have a family. (Y/N) remember the last conversation they had before he had left for this assignment.

“I promise beautiful, this is the last one. I have enough years in that I can retire and we can finally have the life we’ve both dreamed of.”

She pressed her ear against his chest listening to his steady heartbeat, “I don’t want you to retire if you’re not ready. I know you love the military and your career is important to you.”

Cas lifted her chin, “Nothing is more important than you.”

She wiped away the tears falling down her cheeks as the memory faded. They were cleared to enter the main gate of the base and then proceeded to drive through the barracks. Seeing all the young recruits brought a small smile to her face. Reminded her of when Cas first enlisted right out of high school. Buzzed hair, scrawny body and ambition bursting from him. He had been the third generation to enlist and he was proud of his military heritage.

“Ma’am, we’re here.”

(Y/N) shook her head then looked out to see they were parked in front of the main communication hub for the base. Following the soldiers in, they were ushered to a back room where there were ten people rushing around. Orders were being given as she stepped inside and was led to a small conference room. She recognized Cas’s commanding officer, Colonel Chuck Shirley.

“(Y/N), it’s good to see you again.” He shook her hand then led her to a chair, “We wanted to bring you here to give you an update on Captain Novak.”

She let out a shaky chuckle, “Well I take it he’s still alive since we are meeting here.”

Colonel Shirley nodded with a tense smile, “Yes he is. His base was infiltrated by a band of militia he had been gathering information on. They were held at the base while the militia leader negotiated their demands. Finally, yesterday we were able to take back control and arrest the members of the militia.”

(Y/N) let out the breath she had been holding, “And Cas?”

“Captain Novak played a critical role in everyone coming out of this situation alive. He is being debrief and then will be on the first flight home.” Colonel Shirley smiled then clicked a few buttons on the keyboard in front of him.

“(Y/N)?”

Tears streamed down (Y/N)’s face as her husband’s ruggedly handsome face appeared on the large screen in front of her, “C-Cas!”

Everyone cleared the room for her to have a moment alone with her husband, “Are you alright? Honestly?”

He nodded, “I’m perfectly fine, beautiful. Just ready to come home to you and keep my promise I made to you.”

She smiled then stood up, “We’ll be waiting for you.”

His blue eyes widened, “W-We? You’re…”

She nodded, “Almost twenty weeks now. Next week we can find out what we’re having. Think you’ll be home by then?”

Her vision was blurry from tears of joy as tears fell down Cas’s face, “Nothing will keep me from that appointment. I can’t wait to be home with you again. I love you.”

“I love you too, Cas and I’m proud of you.”

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[hogwarts--imagines]

Polaroids and Sweet Lovin’

GIF NOT MINE

Castiel x Female!Reader

Warning: FLOOF

Request: Anon; Could you write a Cas x reader fic where the reader loves taking Polaroids and takes some of Cas? 

This was longer than intended.. Enjoy babes.

This was perfect. 

The Polaroid was a perfect idea. 

I needed something to do while Sam, Dean, and Castiel were gone. I brought cases to them, I did the research, and when Bobby passed, I took his place and had loads of phones labeled so I knew who I was supposed to be, if it would be FBI or CIA or anything else. 

I was bored half the time so I got a Polaroid camera and I got to work. I took aesthetic pictures of the bunker Library, and even my room because it was literally aesthetic and I loved it. The pictures came out great and I decided to put them in an old empty photo album. 

When the boys got back days later, I discretely took pictures of them. Dean eating pie or anything else he could shoved in his mouth. Sam reading books, grooming his long hair, something. I would get pictures of them doing silly things, laughing, or even sleeping in the chair they were sitting in. 

I knew it would be awkward if they caught me, but I loved taking pictures, capturing the moments that were filled with joy, and positive things. 

God only knows how much hell we literally go through. 

The one time I grew the balls to capture a picture of Castiel was probably the best decision ever. 

I had a huge thing for the angel, but I never acted on it since, well, It’s Cas. I wasn’t as strong and Sam or Dean. I didn’t go out and hunt. I was a small quiet person who was to damn awkward to get a full sentence out at the angel.

The picture took my breath away. I walk walking around finding things to take a picture of and turned the corner and saw him standing in the farthest window from me. He was looking out the window, the sunny day was shinning through the window and lit his face up in all the right places. I took the picture and turned around to put it in my album.

So since then, many more were taken.

---

Another moment, I didn’t mean it, really. 

I was walking and dropped my camera, picking it up I checked for damage. I looked through the lens. I just so happened to be facing Cas’ bedroom, door wide open. I didn’t realize that when I took the picture he was in the room. 

I held the photo in my hands as I continued walking towards the library. I shook the photo a few times and looked at it. I sucked in a deep breath and felt my cheeks heat up. 

Cas was shirtless. His back was to me, and his head was turned to the right slightly as he looked at his, wings. They were out for the world to see. The picture captured that moment and I almost died from how beautiful the picture was. Tucking it into my pocket I turned around and charged for my room to put it safely into my album. 

“Hey Y/n,” Dean was right behind me “What were you looking at?”

“N-nothing” I felt my cheeks heat up as I took a step back. 

“Mmmhmm” Dean smirked at me and stepped forward “That was quite the picture you took”

“WH-what pict- What picture?” I stuttered out and continued to step back. 

“Tell me, does Cas know you took that?” Dean grinned and started laughing.

“Fine” I huffed out and grabbed his arm “Come look at this.”

I dragged him all the way to my room, past Sam and Cas who were now in the hallway, leaving them with confused looks towards a laughing Dean.

--

“You took these?” Dean asked as he looked through the album.

“Just something I started doing to pass the time” I fiddled with my fingers and trained my eyes on my bed.

“They’re..  Beautiful” Dean smiled as he flipped through the pages, stopping when he saw more with mostly Cas. “Seems you got stuck with one thing”

“I...” I trailed off and looked at his eyes “He’s just so.. Angelic.”  Dean laughed at that. 

“See, I knew it” he managed to get out between laughs.

“Knew what?” I snagged the album back from him and handed him the recent picture I took. 

“That you like him” He spoke casually and starred down at the picture. “This.. This is by far the best one you took. You should keep this one close.”

“I do not!” I argued “and why would I do that?” 

“In case you miss him and you can just look at this” Dean smirked again.

“What? No!” I snatched the picture and put it in the album. “We do not speak of this. This is between us.” 

“Yes ma’am.” Dean took the album and closed it, putting it back under my bed. “Food?” 

“Food” 

--

Since then, Dean made sure to point to Cas whenever he’d show up, jokingly trying to get me to take pictures. Dean started randomly posing for the camera and I of course, took the picture. 

Sam caught on, never seeing the album, and would make silly faces whenever he noticed me taking a picture. During these moments Cas would look at the boys like they were crazy. He never noticed I was there taking a picture.

---

I was sick, Sam and Dean left to go check out a possible case, while I stayed in my bed sick. I was looking through my album when I slowly drifted off to sleep. 

---

Narrative POV

Cas listened to Dean and came to check on y/n. Walking into her room to see her sound asleep. Walking over to her bed, Cas noticed she had a photo album open and resting on her chest as she slept. Picking it up, Cas went to close it, but noticed a picture of Dean. 

Deciding to start from the beginning, he slipped through the pictures. None of them are her. Except one. Stopping to study it, he couldn’t help but smile. 

She was standing facing the mirror. She was wearing her favorite black shorts, and a shirt she had ‘borrowed’ from him. The way the shirt was sitting on her, you could barely tell she was wearing shorts. But Cas would recognize those from anywhere. Her hair was tied up in a sloppy bun, and her camera was held in both hands and up to her face. Blocking it. 

Cas loved the picture, and he wanted to see more of her in the album. However, he was met with a surprise.

The next seven pages were of him. They all took his breath away with how beautiful the picture was. And from judging by the one picture of her, Cas concluded she was the one taking the photos. 

He paused at one. The one he never expected to see. But did he really expect to see any of these? 

His wings, out in the open. His stance, everything. It was so beautifully taken. But when was it taken? The others, he could recall that exact moment, but that? He was in his own room. Alone.

Did she sneak inside and watch him?

Cas decided to close the book and set it on her nightstand. He would ask her about it later, if he could muster up the words to talk to her. 

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Reader POV

I was finally better. Waking up the fever was gone and I could breath again. I was still not 100% better but good enough to get out of bed and head to the kitchen to find food. 

“You’re awake” A deep voice called out from behind me when I entered the kitchen. Castiel.

“Yes?” I turned to look at him.

“Feeling better? Dean asked me to come check on you.” Cas stayed put in his spot. Dammit Dean.

“A little, just hungry.” I shrugged as I turned towards the pantry and grabbed the box of Ding-Dongs.

“I have a question” Cas tilted his head to the side.

“Shoot. But follow me cause I want to be in the warmth of my bed.” I was a bit surprised with how clear that came out.

We arrived in my room, I sat on my bed. Still holding the box of Ding-Dongs. 

“What’s up?” I looked at the angel with raised eyebrows.

“That” He pointed to the album

“Wh-” He walked to it and grabbed it off the night stand, opening it to the picture with his wings 

“This” He pointed to it “When?”

“Um” I cleared my throat “I can explain”

“Well, really my question is how? I saw the pictures before that, with everyone being goofs, but, then it turned into a lot of me. Which are beautifully done. I was a little disappointed with the lack of pictures of you, but you can’t really take pictures of you if you’re the one taking pictures” He was now sitting on my bed looking at me.

“There is a thing called selfies” I added quietly. 

“And every picture you’ve taken of me” He looked back down at the photo “I’ve seem to recall that moment, not that I knew you took a photo. But I can’t for the life of me, figure out how you took this one.”

“Um” I repeated again “I can explain”

“Please do” He tilted his head back slightly and furrowed his brows. 

“Well explain why you went through my personal belongings” I quickly threw out there, mostly because I was embarrassed and didn’t want to be put on the spot.

“Oh” Cas’ eyes widen “Uh I didn’t mean to”

“Yeah and I didn’t mean to take the photo” I added defensively 

“How do you not mean to take a picture?”

“How do you not mean to go through someone’s personal belongings?”

“Stop that?”

“Stop what?”

“That, thing you’re doing” 

“What? Stating facts?” 

I didn’t realize he was closer.

“Seriously though, how did you take the picture?” Cas spoke quietly.

“It was an accident” I then explained the story and played with my fingers again. I started biting my lip when he didn’t respond.

“You shouldn’t do that” He lifted his finger and pulled my lip away from my teeth “It’ll make your lip bleed.”

“Sorry, it’s a habit” I mumbled. “Sorry for taking so many pictures without your permission” 

“Is that a habit too?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Uh” I bit my lip again, not sure of what to say.

“I see, there is a habit that needs to break.”  He moved closer again, making my heart pound harder more and more.

“I’ll stop taking pictures of you” I added quietly, still biting at my lower lip.

“Not that” 

He cupped my face and pulled me in for a kiss. I froze and stayed still, trying to register that this actually just happened. He pulled away and looked into my eyes.

“I think I know how to break that lip biting habit of yours.” He smirked. The look he had and what he just did, had Dean written all over it. 

“Whoa” I breathed in deeply.

Cas stood up and started for the door

“You’re more than welcome to take pictures, if you still want. But if you want a private session, taking photos on my wings, you know where to find me.”  He then walked away. 

I took a few moments to collect myself. I looked through my album again, trying to calm down still. When I noticed something.

The picture I took of me in the mirror was,

 gone.

[starside-selfships]

Damian, what was your first time with your s/o like? (@multifandomocs)

“Man, my first? My first was probably the best and nothing can ever top that! I remember almost every little detail. Elijah and I had never gotten into bed together, but the first time we did, I just can’t describe it. It was my birthday and while I was chilling with Addi and Sahara, Elijah came up to us, me specifically, took a deep breath and before I could even say anything, began to sing “happy birthday” to me in a way where I nearly cried. Like, it was THAT good both Addi and Sahara were on the verge of tears from how sweet it was. Of course, I had to return the favor somehow, I just had to. That night, I called Elijah and asked if he wanted to have “some fun” tonight and, obviously, he was skeptical. He was curious as to what my intentions were but after some time, I just straight up asked him if he to do THAT stuff. He agreed, adding that he was nervous. Hell, I was nervous too. 

He suggested that I come over to his place, which was easy, and after waiting for everyone in his house to fall asleep, he reassured me that no one was going to hear...hopefully. Things went pretty slow once we were in bed together, we did a lot of kissing and cuddling and when we both started to get that look, that’s when the fun began. Elijah was the first to lower his loungepants and show that nice cock of his after asking me numerous times if I was comfortable with seeing it, and I followed suit, showing off mine and I swear, I was THIS close to having a larger dong than his! Regardless, he was still eager and so was I. I turned my body around, but instead of getting into the 69 position, I tried something that was on my mind and have been meaning to debunk: if Elijah was into facesitting. I floated above him, my tail swinging across his face before wrapping softly around his neck and I lowered my ass onto him and believe me when I tell you, this was my first time trying this and it felt like perfect bliss, I tell you! Elijah knows how to work that tongue and I haven’t felt pleasure like this in a long time! He was swirling that tongue around inside me like a pro and when he pushed it into me and started tongue-fucking me, I had to moan into a pillow so I woke no one up. It was so good, my dick started to leak and I tried to warn him about it but then I realized that my tail was around his neck which was keeping my ass on his face, which I’m sure he didn’t mind ONE BIT. Now I know what to tease him with when I’m in public so he can get flustered as he tries to hide his boner~

Here’s when the fun began. I got on my knees and lowered my head into the mattress, swinging and swaying my lubed up ass for him to pound into because after he tongued me like that, I couldn’t hold back my need for him to bury inside of me. Of course, since it was our first time, we needed protection. I may be a devil and from Hell, but the first is special and you gotta have protection! Sounds weird coming from me, heh. After helping Elijah with the condom, since he’s never had experience with one, we were prepped and ready to go. I got back into position and tried to entice him more by stroking my hind paws on his cock and the look on his face was priceless! That’s what definitely encouraged him because right after, I felt the tip of his cock nudge into me and after I finished shaking, he slowly pushed into me, the knot in my stomach starting to get tight. He asked me if he was alright, which was probably the sweetest thing about him and I loved. After reassuring him, he started to slowly and steadily push his cock in and out of me, I had to grip the sheets to stay in place because he felt huge inside of me. I remember moaning and whispering his name, almost drooling on the bed. When I told him to pick up speed, he gladly did and soon, his hips were smacking against mine and the pleasure was just too much for me. I guess he noticed I was loving this because he leaned over my body and reached for my cock and stroked me off, causing me to pant and moan louder than before! He was like really good at being a top!

Minutes of me moaning as Elijah wrecks my ass go by and he warns me that he’s close and before I can even say anything, a light in his kitchen flicks on and we both hide under the blankets, him buried deep inside of me, softly and rapidly fucking me as I tilted my head up to kiss him and silence myself. He checked to see if the light was going to go off anytime soon and at this point I couldn’t care because as he kept fucking and fucking, I finally came and made a mess on his bed, not telling him but trying to with me moaning his name. He was too focused on us getting caught that I don’t even think that he ca--no wait, he did cum because it broke the condom and all of his seed poured into my ass! I remember what it felt like and jeeeez it was so good!

Once he realized what had happened, he didn’t care about the mess he had to clean thanks to me because he loved having our first time, he probably loved it more than me. After he had pulled out, he rested on his back and I rested on his chest, holding onto him and kissing him over and over, getting to the point of sloppy kisses and falling asleep in each other’s arms. Man, I’m glad I got to talk about that, it was great. More than great actually, I freaking love my big guy so much. I may have, like, skipped a part or two, but it was fun to just talk about it. 

[writingfromkitchenator]

Castiel ~ Tick, tock...

Complete the sentence 500 Followers Challenge.

Requested by @luckynumber1213

It was meant to be an ordinary witch hunt.

Unfortunately for you, life with the Winchesters was hardly considered ordinary, even for a hunter.

Which was how you found yourself body swapped with Castiel.

Both of you had just kind of stared at each other and then at yourselves.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.”  The voice that left you sounded so strange but familiar and you actually clamped your hand over your mouth, your eyes going wide.

“Y/N, you need to stay calm.”  Your actually voice sounded so strange and it was clear Castiel found it odd too, tilting his head slightly.  “We can fix this.”

“Fix it?”  You asked.  “Cas, the witch is gone.  How the hell do we fix this?”  Your panicked notes sounded so strange and it made you blanch.  “Can’t you use your powers to fix this?”

Castiel shook his head, or, your head (this was weird). “No Y/N, currently you have that power.”

“I what?”  You asked and looked at your hands as if expecting something to happen.  “Cas, how is that even possible?”

“I don’t know.”  He approaches you carefully and for the time you realised the height difference between the two of you.  “But I need you to keep calm, okay?  If you don’t, who knows what you could accidently do?”

You swallow and nod and hear Sam and Dean call for you.  “How are we going to explain this to them?”

“Well…we have to tell them.”  Castiel said, the uncertainty clear in his voice, seeming to stand out because you knew your own tone so well.  “I can’t see it working out very well for us if we don’t.”

Sam and Dean just stared between the two of you.

“So Y/N is Cas and Cas is Y/N?”  Dean asked slowly, his eyes going from one to another. “And somehow, Y/N has the angel mojo while Cas is just human?”

You both nod, your arms wrapped around yourself as if it would help, usually a defence mechanism, but it felt so weird in Castiel’s body.

“Look Dean, it’s just a matter of finding the witch again and getting her to reverse it, or even just killing her, that should work too.”  Castiel said, seeming mostly unfazed by all this, which made you cast him an odd glance.

“Uh uh,” Dean shook his head.  “There’s no way that you two are going out like that.”

When both you and Castiel argue, Sam agrees with Dean.  “Guys, I get that you still want to help, but if Y/N has Cas’s powers, I don’t really want to risk anything happen.”

“Yeah, for that reason.” Dean said a little awkwardly. “That’s totally what I was thinking of.”

You rolled your eyes Dean while Castiel raised an eyebrow, making him shuffle even more uncomfortable.

“I hope you guys know how weird this is.”

You certainly didn’t need telling, it was bad enough seeing yourself from outside of your body, without watching it speak completely different to you and have very different mannerisms.  You knew it was Castiel (and were kind of relieved that it was him and not Sam or Dean) but it didn’t make it any easier to try and handle.

You felt putting the two of you under house arrest in the bunker as Sam and Dean went hunting for the witch, wasn’t going to help anyone.

Castiel looked like he was adjusting well to being human again, seeming to be enjoying to be able to tuck into food again and to take his time to enjoy simple things that he didn’t have to do as an angel. You however, you watched him eat a little enviously, not suffering from hunger or from anything much at all being like this, which was making you somewhat uncomfortable.

After several days you walked into the kitchen to find Castiel eating again, something that you were worried about and had tried to explain, but he’d just kind of looked at you blankly.

Unfortunately, it took you a moment to work out what he was eating.

“Cas no!”  You exclaimed a little loudly and he’d looked at you, his mouth full of a pb and j sandwich.  “I’m allergic to peanuts you idiot!”

He blinked at you and then blinked at the sandwich.  “So?”

“So!”  You gawked at him.  “So, you’ll go into damned anaphylaxis!”

As if on queue, his face started to swell, making you curse and he just kind of blinked, not understanding.

“Have you got the pen on you?”

His blink told you no.

Bolting from the kitchen, you were quick to tear apart your room to find wherever he had put it.  Panic started to set in the longer you looked and you found yourself quickly running back to the kitchen only to find Castiel on the floor.

You hit dial on your phone before you even thought about what to do.

“Y/N? What is it?”  Sam answered.

“Cas forgot about my peanut allergy.”  You said quickly.  “He’s currently lying here dying on the kitchen floor!”

There was a brief moment before Dean talked.

“Have you given him the EpiPen?”

“I can’t find the bloody thing!”  You shouted down the phone.  “Guys, what the hell to do I do?”

“Okay Y/N, you need to calm down.”  Sam said.  “I know this might sound strange, but you do have Cas’s abilities, remember? You’re going to have to try and heal him.”

You stared at the phone as if the look of horror would get through to Sam.  “Are you crazy?  I’ve had enough issues with trying to walk like this, let alone use angel powers!”

“This is so weird…”

“Dude, not the time.”  Sam said.  “Y/N, listen, you’re the only one that currently fix this, otherwise Cas is going to die.”

You swallowed and knelt next to Cas, trying to ignore what was happening.  You knew it was bad from experience, so you didn’t want to think about this being a first time thing for him.

“You’ve got to try Y/N, for Cas’s sake.”

Making a small noise, you rested your hands on Cas and closed your eyes, feeling ridiculous, but knowing you had no other choice.  You didn’t even know what you were trying to look for, let alone on how to use it.

You thought about all the times that you’d seen Castiel heal others and how it felt when he healed you, how he just seemed to click onto the pain and then wash it away.

From that, you drew on your own experiences with this, remembering the pain and the fear and instead of panicking, you forced calm through you, trying to silently tell Castiel not to worry as well as heal the pain away.

A glow made your eyes snap open, looking down and finding your hands alight, making you draw in a sharp breath, that you actually were doing it.

That was when the lights exploded.

You quickly yelped and dove over Castiel, making sure he was protected from the glass, crashing down from the ceiling.

The shouting through the phone soon drew your attention back, but you were equally surprised to find a hand resting on you.

“Guys!  Are you okay!”

You straightened and blinked down at Castiel, who was flushed and looking a little stunned, but he nods.

Shaking, you grabbed the phone.  “Yeah.  Yeah, we’re okay.”

“Cas?”

Castiel sat and cleared his throat, running his hands over himself.  “I…I think so.”

“Bloody hell guys, you gave a scare.”  Dean growled.  “Look, just sit tight okay?  We’ve almost got this bitch.”

You and Castiel sat in the kitchen for a long time after that, just kind of staring at a wall, both a little shocked, you definitely had a new appreciation for Castiel’s power and you were thinking that he now had an appreciation for certain human frailties.

Clearing your throat after what seemed like hours, you glanced at him.  “How…how are you feeling?”

Castiel looked at you, his eyes a little wide.  “Um…okay…I think.”

You couldn’t help it, you smiled and then the laughter started, and at first it was clear he didn’t understand, but then he smiled and joined you, both of you shaken, but relieved.

“Come on,” You helped him up.  “Let’s go watch a movie, at least then I know neither of us can get into any more trouble.”

A few more days and a few more movies later, Sam and Dean called to say that they had the witch and needed the two of you there as back up.

You were both glad you were, the witch trying to hit Sam and Dean with the same spell that she’d originally hit you and Castiel with.  Lucky for both of you, you managed to get them out of the way and quickly found yourselves back to your original selves.

Unfortunately there was still a really tough fight on your hands, you getting wounded in the process until Castiel managed to bury a blade through her heart.

Castiel grinned.  “Tick, tock, the witch is dead.”

You groaned from the ground, holding your wounded side.  “Its ding dong Cas.”

He hurries over to you, his expression worried, but his face flushing a little.  “Oh.  Right. Sorry.”

“Cas?”

“Yes Y/N?”

“Now is not really the time to be apologising for incorrect movie quotes.”

Castiel quickly takes notice of your wound and places his hands over it, healing it.  “Sorry.”

He helps you sit and then stand, letting him lean on him for a moment, even as you smile, feeling good to be back to yourself.  “Don’t worry about it, but you may want to help Sam and Dean though.”

He looks at you and joins your smile, before Dean’s groan really registers and he snaps to attention. “Sorry!  I’m just…getting used to being myself again.”

You watch him hurry over to Sam and Dean, chuckling a little and actually being glad that this time, hopefully this once, that things were just that little bit weirder than normal.

[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 9x04: “Slumber Party”

THEN: Charlie Bradbury. She’s a hunter in training and a Woman of Letters. The Men of Letters Bunker, the supernatural motherlode.

1958.

Back when the Bunker was brand spanking new.

James Haggerty and Peter Jenkins.

“Took three years to build this dump?” This place ain’t no dump!

“This dump is the epicenter of -- of the ultimate chess match between good and evil.”

Six Months Later.

“What a dump.” lmao.

“Frank’s kid”, a hunter.

“Now, which one of you geniuses is gonna help me kill the wicked witch?”

Present Day.

They gave Crowley a table.

“You want more demon names. I want a room with a view.” What a child.

They let Kevin leave the Bunker. “I'm hoping this break will, uh, clear his head.”

Aww, a night off with “Game of Thrones”.

“By the way, I still don't understand why he left in the first place.” ME EITHER, SAM.

“But, uh, he felt like he'd bring trouble down on us, so he had to split. But if you got a way to help him, I'm all ears.”

*internal screeching*

“All right. So, Kevin said the table lit up like a Christmas tree when the angels fell, right?”

“So?”

“So it turns out each light was where a cluster of angels fell. So I'm thinking maybe there's some way to hot-wire this, make it track angels. That way, we could help Cas steer clear of danger.”  

That’s wonderful.

A 1951 computer.

Oh dear.

Dorothy cut the witch’s tongue out! That’s damn smart.

“Wait. You captured her all by yourself?”

“Yes. Despite all my lady parts, I managed to capture the wicked witch.”

YES! What an icon.

“This place is the last true beacon of light!” Again with that.

What a cool shot.

Charlie!

Charlie’s been hunting: killed a teen vamp and a ghost.

“All right. It took some doing, but now we can download.” Hell yeah, girl!

“So, you've been hunting.”  

“Alone.”

“I know. Not a good idea, according to the ‘Supernatural’ books.”

Aww, they’re so protective of her.

“Someone uploaded all the unpublished works. I thought it was fanfic at first, but it was clearly Edlund's work.” Oh damn it.

“I don't know. Their screen name was beckywinchester176. Ring a bell?”

“None. Uh, nobody's. Uh, no, there are no bells. Uh...No.”

Sam, you suck at deflecting, lmao.

Game of Thrones!

“You're gonna read the books?”

“Yes, Dean. I like to read books -- you know, the ones without pictures.”

Ok, screw you, Sam.

“Any plans on moving in anytime soon?” He does have a TV.

“Well, I'm sorry I haven't hung up the, uh, ‘Hang in there, kitty’ poster yet, Dean. Feel free to redecorate.”

“So, what, our home's not good enough for the ‘Hang in there, kitty’ poster?”

“This isn't our home. This is where we work.”

Sam...really? You have a TV in your damn bedroom.

(Has Sam decorated his room since?)

“So, Charlie, what was all that about how hunting isn't magical?”

“I am down. But... I was raised on Tolkien, man. I mean, where is all this? Where are my White Walkers and my volcano and magic ring to throw in the damn thing? Where -- where's my quest?”

Aww.

“Magic, quests...suck. Trust me. They're all --”

“--dead ends. Nothing but dead ends.”

Nice segue.

“You were right. There's nothing worse than adventure.” :( Jenkins’ last words.

RIP Peter Jenkins. Killed by Haggerty.

The transitions are so great!

Eww. A giant wall cocoon.

...Where Dorothy had been inside.

“Holy crap! The first case investigated in this bunker involved Dorothy. She and the witch came into this room, and they never came out. This will never stop blowing my mind!” I know!

“We have to talk before anyone does anything, okay? Dorothy?”

“Talk? Typical Men of Letters, standing around, having a nice, little chat with your noses buried in your books while your little secretary takes notes.”

NOW HOLD ON.

“We're hunters.”

“And who are you calling a secretary?”

Damn right.

Fuck yeah!!

Witches and Crowley. Seem to go hand in hand.

“You're protected by the Witch of the North's kiss. It's from the books.”

“Oh, forget the books! They're not important.”

Wait, I wanna know about that.

“I'm helping.”

“Yeah, I don't doubt it. But for right now, why don't you rest up and help the smartest person in the room?”

AWW!

I love Dorothy, but I’m glad to see Charlie knock her down some pegs.

“I'm gonna get some bullets from the gun range and make us some poppy bullets.”

Dorothy loves her already. I know, Dorothy.

“What did she say to you?”

“Something along the lines of... “

lol

I doubt Crowley could just walk out of there, seeing how there’s a giant Devil’s trap on the floor.

The Witch trashed the kitchen trying to find it.

“Damn it, I just cleaned in here.” Aww, Dean.

Poppy bullets. “That's my girl.”

The same key Dean found while going through the archives...and he kept it in his room.

Dean paired up with Charlie, only to tell her to go hide in the dungeon. You can’t stop her, Dean. “Wicked Witch, a key, a quest? Let's do this.”

“’How long have you called this place home?”

“My brother calls it home. Me, I, uh -- I haven't had that much luck with homes.”

Oh Sam.

Crap.

Charlie took the hit for Dean.

RIP Charlie Bradbury. Killed by the Wicked Witch. Death #1.

You know what? I’m actually more okay with this death, and it’s not just because she gets revived. This was a more dignified death, if that makes any sense.

Dean calls for Zeke.

Zeke brought Cas back as a freebie, but bringing Charlie back means he’ll have to possess Sam for longer than they want.

“The witch running around your bunker is very powerful. I can help with the witch or save your friend.”

“Save her.”

“Merry Christmas.” Aww hon.

“Can we be best friends now?” Awww! I ship Dorothy and Charlie so much.

“When I came into your room, before I got zapped, I thought you said the name Zeke. Who's that?”

“Um... I think you're still a little punchy, man. Just keep moving.”

*internal screaming*

“I had the weirdest dream when I was out. It was Christmas, and my parents were still alive, and --”

“Dream? Charlie, you died. Don't worry about it, though. You're not a real hunter until you've died and come back again.”

Dorothy drops that bombshell. It’s sweet that Charlie’s Heaven was Christmas with her parents.

“I met up with these three freedom fighters, and they thought I was this child of destiny chosen to kill the Wicked Witch. They protected me, and then the witch turned them into --”

“A scarecrow, a tin man, and a lion?”

This is the coolest retelling of the story ever.

“Sometimes real life is darker than fiction.” Yep.

“Why haven't you moved in?”

“I don't have any memories of home. And whenever I've tried to make a home of my own, it really hasn't ended well.”

There’s the root of it.

“Yeah, but a lifetime of abandoned buildings and crappy motel rooms. I mean, this is about as close to home as we're gonna get, and it's ours.” Exactly, Sammy. Relax, enjoy it.

“Come on. We've got to get to the garage.”

“There's a garage in this place?!” 

 I know! The Bunker’s wonderful.

“Find the girls...”

“And kill them both.”

Welp. Possessed.

The garage!

Dorothy’s bike! It is gorgeous.

“He didn't make it.” lmao, poor Tinman.

The ruby heels!

“Did you really walk down a brick road in these?”

“No. I never actually wore them. Seemed kind of tacky wearing a dead woman's shoes. Plus, I'm no good in heels, you know?”

Very good points.

“There you are.”

“Was that your Batman voice?”

Nope, that’s their “possessed by evil” voice.

“I have no intention of escaping to Oz. I'm going to bring my armies here.” Oh, shit.

Yes! Teamwork!

“Let's see what you pencil necks are made of.” Dorothy’s tough!

“Now heel.”

RIP Wicked Witch. Killed by Charlie.

She did it all by herself! What an absolute legend!!

“Ding-dong, bitches.” I love you.

Crowley’s back to being chained.

Dean moved the Impala into the garage.

“You have no idea how odd it is having a series of books written about you.”

“Actually, I-I do know, uh, and it is definitely weird. But you know what? End of the day, it's our story, so we get to write it.”

!!

“So, thanks for the slumber party...and bringing me back from the dead.”

“Uh, I didn’t.”

“Don't B.S. a B.S.er.”

Reminds me of “Don’t con a con man”.

“Thank you for everything. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a rebellion to finish.”

Charlie found her adventure.

“You have no idea what's in Oz. I mean, t-there's flying monkeys, armies of witches. There's all kinds of danger.”

“Promise?”

Let her go, Dean.

I kinda wish Charlie’s story ended here. I sincerely mean it.

“For Those About to Rock (We Salute You)” by AC/DC.

“Take care of yourselves, boys.” See you later, hon.

“Think she'll be back?” Yeah.

“Of course. There's no place like home.” !!!