#really want to start making the characters in cas but i must be patient :D

[deanbrainrotwritings]

—  DESIRE (THE WANTON SONG)

SUMMARY : dean looks delicious in a suit, that’s it.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : castiel, jack kline 

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), fluff, p in v, unprotected sex (21 years of prison), car sex, smut, teasing, funnies (but maybe that’s the coffee talking) 

WORD COUNT : 2.8k

A/N : led zeppelin song title. y’all… YALL! Dean’s so hot and I actually had coffee and so that’s why I’m… you know, imagine that this is really, really quickly spoken in your head :D XXXXXX

Was anyone really going to lie or hide the truth about how absolutely ravishing Dean looked in suits?

One thing Y/n knew was that she wouldn't be making that mistake. The only problem with that was that Cas and Jack decided to join them while Sam stayed at the Bunker recovering from a stomach bug with Eileen at his side. 

Should she feel bad for how turned on she was? 

He was just… existing.  

Still, he must know what he’s doing. Placing his hand on her thigh, mindlessly brushing his fingers along the inside as he drove. And he sang. He was singing, playfully. Making her laugh. 

And every time she laughed, he’d squeeze her thigh, and grin at her boyishly. She’d bite her lip, unable to resist his happiness. When they stopped at a red light or a stop sign, he’d lean over, and kiss her cheek, then he’d murmur something sweet into her ear. Her heart would flutter, her breath would hitch, and then he'd press one soft kiss to her lips.

If Cas and Jack hadn’t been in the back seat, she would have grabbed Dean by his tie and pulled him on top of her. That would be dangerous—considering that he’s driving—but, hey, it’s just a daydream. 

She just wanted him, everywhere, like… all over her body. His lips and his hands. His body above hers and his skin moving against hers. God… it was worse than normal, her desire for him. 

He was just so… irresistible. Not just because of how insanely attractive he is. It’s a combination of everything that makes him who he is. Adorable. Kind. Selfless. Brave. Funny. Smart. The list was endless, but every little thing was there, blooming deep in her heart, weaved intricately into her soul, growing hot like a star. At the end of it all, at the farthest edge of everything that she was, it was love built entirely of Dean. 

Her mind was elsewhere. She started to lag behind as they walked into the police station and Dean weaved his fingers through hers to keep her in pace with him. She subtly checked Dean out from behind, broad shoulders, firm ass, hot… all over. She had to resist slapping his ass and grinned to herself at the thought. 

Cas went ahead and started to talk to one of the detectives on the case while Jack looked around aimlessly. Dean pulled her hand to stop her from joining the angel and nephilim. He leaned forward, his nose brushing against her cheek, his lips ghosting over her earlobe, warm breath hitting her neck. 

“You okay?” He asked, pulling away slightly, and looked into her eyes. He held her jaw tenderly and his thumb brushed along her bottom lip, causing her to inhale sharply. A spark from his hand on her mouth made heat rise up her face, but she nodded anyway. “You sure? You’ve been quiet, spacey,” he murmured, leaning forward to brush his lips against her. 

“I’m okay,” she whispered against his mouth. Dean placed a chaste kiss on her lips and kissed her cheek afterwards. 

“Okay,” he conceded hesitantly, circling his arm around her waist. Dean lead the way to where Cas and Jack were waiting patiently, having quiet conversation with each other. Jack looked confused at whatever Cas was trying to explain to him while Cas looked adorably exasperated. “Let’s go,” Dean smiled at the two of them, walking to where the officers placed the woman they’d just arrested. 

“Actually,” Cas stopped Dean with a hand on his chest. Dean lifted a brow and glanced down at Cas’ hand. “This would be a great opportunity for Jack to learn how to properly interrogate witnesses on cases. You two should take a look at the footage from the mini-mart,” Cas suggested firmly, but he waited for Dean’s approval anyway. 

Dean’s lips parted, he looked down her before looking back at Cas. He crossed his arms over his chest and it was oddly arousing. “You sure it’s not ‘cause you suck at using technology,” Dean teased with a smirk. 

The deadpan expression on Cas’ face made it funnier, somehow. He sighed and stepped closer to Dean, looking down at both their shiny black shoes. “I’m being serious, Dean,” Cas muttered, but Dean had a smug smile on his face that she knew Cas wouldn’t let slide when he looked up into green eyes. “Besides, you couldn’t figure out how to get Netflix to play on the television, Y/n had to do it.” 

Dean might have actually gotten offended. He shut his mouth, a firm line of his lips made those adorable little dimples of his to appear at the upper corners of his mouth. She stifled a laugh, and looked down at her heels, but Dean noticed anyway. Jack was the only one looking away, his gaze fixed across the room where the vending machine was. 

“Agents,” one of the detectives called from the interrogation room, staring at the four of them.

“Whatever,” Dean murmured, turning away from them. He left her there with their friends. She grinned up at Cas and he failed to resist a smile. Blue eyes looked down while she patted his chest as a goodbye before she jogged to catch up with Dean. 

“So,” she tried breaking the ice, hooking her arm around his as they walked to the room where they could watch the footage, “wanna place a bet?” Dean grunted in response, to which she took as a yes. “100 bucks, it’s a shifter,” she offered, letting go of his arm when he opened the door for her to enter first. 

“If it’s anything but a shifter… I get to call the shots on everything we do together for six months,” he said distractedly, beelining to the nearest computer. 

“Uh, no,” she laughed, “one month.” Dean glanced at her, it wasn’t anger, but there was something fiery in those forest greens of his that made her pussy clench around nothing. Her breath hitched, but she hid it with a sniffle. 

“Four months.” There was a finality to his words that made her shiver. She couldn’t disagree, and anyway, Dean’s ideas were never awful. Dean leaned over the table, and started to type away skillfully at the keyboard, giving her time to consider his compromise, before he pulled the video footage up. 

Had he not been waiting for the deal to be sealed with her agreement, she would have dwelled on the wave of arousal flooding between her legs at the sight of him proving Cas wrong about his ability to understand technology. 

She stepped closer to Dean, sitting on the table—very close to him.“Cheater,” she smiled playfully, he knew she’d never fold. Dean looked up at her, one hand on the keyboard, the other on the mouse. “Deal,” she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his. 

Dean immediately let go of the keyboard and mouse to step between her legs and kiss her hard. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her to the edge of the table, and tangled his fingers in her hair. She moaned into his mouth, lewdly brushing her tongue against his when he pushed into her mouth. With a final, hot, firm suck of her tongue, he pulled away breathlessly with a rosy tint on his cheeks. 

She blinked the daze of his hearty lips away, and smiled dreamily, swinging her feet, her heels slipping off her feet slightly as she watched him work. She needed to fuck him, but she forced herself to look away from the pinched concentration of his brows, and the way he chewed on his lip. 

She analysed the video with Dean a few times before switching to other cameras around and within the mini-mart. A few people came in and out, no one remotely suspicious or dangerous, nothing supernatural about them either. 

“I don’t see anything,” Dean muttered, replaying the last video of the inside of the store. He watched it again for good measure. It showed the woman the detectives arrested serving herself a blue raspberry slushie from the machine with a woman standing next to her, asking for a taste.

She leaned the cup over to her lover, or friend, or whatever she was meant to be. She took a sip and they walked together to the register, the man barely paid any attention to them as they spoke. 

“Right there, look,” she told him, Dean raised a brow and rewinded the video. She mischievously ducked under his arms, and placed her hand over his on the mouse, bending over the desk like he was doing so her ass brushed against his crotch. Dean grunted softly, moving away slightly with his hands on her hips. 

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” he whispered, squeezing her hip. She tried to remain composed, as much as she wanted to keep teasing and possibly do more, she genuinely found something.

Ignoring the throb in her clit, she teasingly asked, “uh, hello?” Dean’s hands flexed on her hip and then he pressed himself against her ass, to see what she saw. “You win the bet, it’s a siren,” she pointed out, pausing on the reflection of the monster’s terrifying face.

“Okay,” Dean whispered, letting her stand straight. “At least if it gets to me or you, it’s toxin won’t work,” he reassured her, kissing the top of her head. 

She frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve always been perfect to me, the one person I could lean on, the one person I knew would never lie to me, or do what Sam did… you’re-”

“Reliable, boring,” she finished for him, crossing her arms insecurely. 

“Kind, trustworthy, and good,” he corrected firmly, “you still are, there’s nothing I’m keeping inside, nothing… bad… because you’ve never failed me.” She turned to face him, stomach fluttering, flustered by his steadfast reasonings. 

“I can be stubborn and repetitive,” she reminded him, they’ve been angry at each other a few times in the past. Frustrated is the more correct word for it than angry. She didn’t want him to be wrong, or to end up making him feel bad if it worked on either of them. 

“Caring and empathetic,” he corrected again, his hands sliding into the pockets of his black slacks. He stepped close to her and narrowed his eyes at her self-deprecating words. Oh, wow, she felt small, and hot, and wet. “Stop arguing with me, I’m older than you. That makes me always right,” he tried to lighten the mood, she smiled softly at him, and laughed. 

“You’re right, I don’t think it’s toxin will work,” she agreed despite her doubts. Dean smiled, but tilted his head inquisitively. “You trusted it… or whatever… because it gave you the one thing you wanted most, a family, but now, you’ve got most of what you wanted back then, Sam’s not doin-” 

“I don’t pay for therapy sessions, sweetheart,” he dismissed bashfully, slipping his hands out of his slacks to reach out for her hips and tug her towards him. 

“Uh, well… there’s always sex,” she suggested seductively, locking her fingers together behind his neck. Dean leaned forward, his nose brushed against hers, and her eyes fluttered shut. 

“Sex is pleasure, not business, sweetheart,” he murmured. She felt one of his hands fall from her hip, then she felt a rough, arousing spank on her ass. She yelped while he laughed and lifted her back up on the table. “I love you, you know that?” He asked softly, pressing kisses along her jawline. 

“Yes,” she whispered, hooking her fingers on his belt loops to tug him closer between her legs. She wiggled around and got the pencil skirt high enough to let her spread her legs wider for him. Dean finally kissed her, his fingers slowly ghosting along the inside of her thighs, moving higher. 

She moaned against his mouth, impatiently waiting for him to touch her where she needed him most. Dean’s kiss became steamier, he pressed closer into her mouth, tongue slowly gliding over hers. 

“Can you feel how wet I am for you?” She mumbled when he panted for breath against her mouth. His fingers finally grazed her wet heat and he groaned, roughly burying a hand in her hair. He tugged at the soft locks of her hair and drew circles around her entrance before sliding his fingers up to her clit. 

“We need to ditch Cas and Jack,” Dean murmured desperately, pulling his hand out from between her legs much to her dismay. Dean kissed her forehead softly. 

“That’s mean,” she pouted jokingly, leaning back with her hands flat on the table. 

“Okay, maybe I won’t ditch them, but… I’ll drop them off at the motel, there’s a place on the way,” he informed her, then sucked his fingers clean of her wetness.

“God, you look fuckable,” she giggled, gazing at him flirtatiously. 

He flushed red—well, redder. “What?”

“It’s not a secret.” She shrugged casually, playing with his bright red tie. It only made him look hotter. Wickedly so. 

“What isn’t?”

“That you look hot in suits,” she laughed, pulling his tie to bring him down for a quick kiss to emphasise her feelings.

“Really? You think so?” He laughed softly against her lips.

“Everyone knows that.” 

“I don’t care about everyone, I’m asking about you.” He bit his lip, amused, and squeezed her thighs. 

“Yes.” 

“I’m ditching them, they’ve got wings,” Dean gave in. He took her hand, pulling her off the table. She quickly fixed her heels and skirt, following him as a zap of excitement coiled up her spine. 

“Let me text them first!”

“Seriously? Here?” She laughed, unbuttoning her shirt as fast as she could while Dean fumbled and removed his belt. Dean stared up at her, smiling from ear to ear, and she rolled her eyes at him halfheartedly. 

“It’s an abandoned mall’s parking lot,” he reasoned, lifting his hips up to shove his boxers and slacks down all at once. “No one’s finding us here,” he reassured her, hands impatiently roaming up her thighs to lift the tight pencil skirt.  

“Like you care,” she teased him, moving forward on her knees.  The cotton blanket he placed covered the leather booth-seat, silencing the typical squeak of leather beneath them. Dean spluttered and shrugged indifferently, pulling her shirt out of her skirt to shove his hands inside her bra, and pulled down so her breasts spilled out. She held the door of the Impala, squeezing hard beside his head, and started to lower herself down on him with her fingers curled around his cock.  

Dean’s mouth fell open, and he closed his eyes, moaning her name softly. Her pussy clenched around him as she gazed down at his face, her heart stuttering in her chest. His eyes fluttered open, and he bit his plump lip, smirking at her—like he knew exactly what he was doing. 

“Fuck,” she shuddered. Dean brought her closer, depositing wet kisses along her sternum and cleavage, all the while he gazed up at her from beneath his lashes. She could feel herself get wet around him, getting tighter, her breath hitching as she sank down lower and lower, taking every inch of him. 

“You’re hot, too,” he whispered, “in heels, or naked, or in my bed, or… in my car, especially on my dick.” Dean grinned playfully, and cupped her breast, squeezing gently, his calloused palm created delicious friction against her nipple. “You make sexy faces, like the one I just made-”

“Oh, shut up,” she laughed, circling her hips once she’d sunk all the way down on his cock, his blunt fingernails digging into the flesh of her thigh. 

“Really?” He teased breathlessly, bringing his two hands to her ass to squeeze and then slap roughly. She gasped and dropped her forehead on his, circling her hips excruciatingly slow. “I thought you liked it when I told you dirty stuff when we have sex. You know… like how badly I wanna cum when I see you every morning? It’s true, by the way,” he teased quietly, kissing her jaw, and bucked up into her pussy when she pushed herself up with her hands pressed against the window of the Impala. 

“Drives you crazy, doesn’t it?” He asked, brushing her hair away from her face lovingly. “Sure drives me crazy. Ya know… your hot face, the… pretty sounds you make—all of you. The way you taste… all of you. The smell of your skin and your hair. All the dirty things you say.” She moaned softly, and Dean scooted up slightly, panting against her lips as she started to lift herself up and down again on his lap. “You have no idea how much I love you,” he whispered, his hands travelling along her sides. 

“You have no idea how much I love you, Dean,” she laughed softly, cupping his cheeks. She tilted his head up and kissed him long, lips pressed firmly against his to pour every ounce of tenderness and love that flowered inside her heart, connecting the strands of her soul to his, and fusing her burning adoration for him like two colliding stars.

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⚔️TROST UPDATE⚔️

Finally finished a chunk of Trost! It took awhile because I was trying to figure out how the buildings should look in ts3, making cc objects (like the decor arches, garrison roof decor, retaining walls), and figuring out a layout that felt natural. After multiple revisions, I was able to build the exteriors for a journalist/business building, consignment store, hospital, bar, and started the garrison regiment headquarters (still need to make cc for the top tower). I will make a more detailed post once I finish doing the interiors. Previously, I made stone corner objects for the buildings but I didn’t want to use too much cc so I’m just using a wallpaper from LN. Also, as you can see from the top view shot, this is a total of 5 large lots because that seemed more logical than having multiple small lots (hopefully this is more game friendly too). To put it into perspective, within these 5 lots, 1-2 buildings are accessible/functional and the rest within that lot are empty.These are all community lots, so I think I’m gonna work on residential/apartment lots next.Things will probably be moving more quickly because I have finalized a design style for the buildings which I made sure to look at reference photos from the anime and AOT game. Hopefully I will be more consistent with updates after my finals so I can make more progress on this big passion project of mine ❤️

If anyone has any suggestions for what kind of community lots I should add they would be greatly appreciated! I’m not sure what Trost citizens did for fun (life in Attack on Titan is rough), but I plan on adding a bunch of bars/taverns where they can drink their sorrows away and forget about titans lol.

[destielfluffnstuff]

[Destiel Fic] An Angel’s Guide to the Care and Feeding of Humans

Summary:

Angels refer to their kept humans as ‘pets,’ not because they behave like animals, but simply because there is a natural power imbalance between an angel and a human.

Castiel is an expert on the keeping of humans, and he takes great pride in taking excellent care of his pet, Dean. He insists on lots of cuddles.

Dean learns he’s a natural pet, fully devoted to his angel. And maybe in love with him, too.

Categories: Fluff, light D/s, sfw, first kiss, alternate universe Characters: Dean Winchester/Castiel Words: 3,001 Rating: PG (future parts may be explicit) Tags: Pet!Dean (but still human, no animal behavior), naturally submissive!Dean, dominant!Cas, petting, cuddles, cuteness, happy fic, no spoilers

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Growing up, Dean had never expected to become a pet. His father had never liked angels, so he’d rarely gotten close to one. But he’d seen them, often with a human pet in tow. At first glance they looked like any other random people on the street. But if you looked at an angel long enough you could start to feel the power radiating off of them. And their human pets always seems very focused and attentive to to that power.

As he got older he learned a little more about the unique relationship between an angel and a human. Some were platonic, some were quite paternalistic. Some were romantic in nature. But always the angel looked after the human, provided for their needs. Angels seemed to take great pleasure in making their pets happy.

Dean always thought ‘pets’ was a slightly derogatory term. Until he became a pet himself, at which point he couldn’t deny how cleanly it outlined his relationship with his angel. Dean was completely devoted to him. And his angel did everything in his power to make him happy. And nobody could deny the natural power imbalance between an angel and a human, much as there was between humans and their own pets.

Dean knew a lot about how angels viewed their relationships with their pets. His angel Castiel literally wrote a book on it. Sometimes when Cas was gone Dean liked to curl up with the book, remembering all the care and love that went into writing it, and the story behind it.

He decided that was just what he needed tonight, so he collected a beer from the fridge and grabbed the book from the shelf, flipping it over to admire the cover. It was a slightly abstract painting of an angel, wings wrapped protectively around a human. If you squinted, it kind of looked like Cas and Dean. The title read, An Angel’s Guide to the Care and Feeding of Humans, by Castiel Novak.

Dean flopped down on the couch, set down his beer and pulled a blanket up over his bare feet. He flipped open the book to the first chapter.

Acquiring A Pet Human

The bond between an angel and a human is very powerful, and very special. It cannot arise between just any random pair. It is crucial that you look for a human that needs you, a human who will benefit from your care. And of course, they must willingly agree to become your pet. But most of all, you should wait until you find that very special human, with whom the bond will be strong. You will know them when you see them, this is an instinct all angels possess.

Six years ago

Dean sat on a park bench, head in his hands. What the hell was he going to do? He was barely nineteen years old, only had a super part time job down at the shop, and only his car and a bag of clothes to his name.

His dad had kicked him out of the house that morning, after he’d caught him in bed with a guy. And of course it was just a nameless one night stand, not at all worth becoming homeless for.

“Are you okay?”

Dean looked up, and his breath caught when he saw the handsome angel standing in front of him. He could nearly see the power radiating off of him, he’d never been able to sense it so clearly in another before.

“May I join you?” the dark haired angel gestured to the bench.

Dean dumbly nodded, inexplicably drawn in.

“Thank you.” The angel sat, regarding Dean carefully with his bright blue eyes. “My name is Castiel. I’m afraid I couldn’t help but notice that you are in distress.”

“My dad kicked me out,” Dean said, spilling without thought. Somehow he knew he could trust Castiel. “He’s a homophobic prick and he caught me in bed with a guy.”

Castiel nodded. “So you need a place to stay.” He considered Dean carefully. “I would be happy to put you up in a hotel until you can get back on your feet.”

Dean was disappointed, but he wasn’t sure why. “That would be very nice of you.”

“Alternatively…” Castiel was still studying Dean, choosing his words carefully. “I have been hoping to acquire a pet. And somehow I can tell that I would cherish you greatly. If you would like to be my pet, I’d be honored to own you.”

Dean’s eyes went wide. “W-what? Me?” His heart was racing. “I… I don’t know, I don’t think I’m cut out to be a… a pet…” He could barely get the word out. His face pinked just thinking about it.

Castiel studied Dean carefully. “You would make a wonderful and devoted pet,” he said, confident in his assessment. “I can see your natural instincts clearly. However, you must want this, or else our bond will not form. So it is your choice to make.”

Dean’s stomach flipped. He tried to imagine living as an angel’s pet, to be protected and cherished. Suddenly, faced with kind blue eyes, it seemed like the only thing Dean could ever need.

Castiel smiled warmly, reaching out to gently run his fingers through Dean’s hair. “What do you think? Will you be my pet?”

Dean shivered and leaned into the touch without thought. “Yes.”

Housing Your New Pet

Most pets have a naturally submissive nature, but they still thrive under a sense of autonomy. Give them their own space, so they can choose to come to you for affection.

“Welcome home,” Castiel said, laying a gentle hand on Dean’s shoulder as he guided him into his penthouse apartment. “I’m afraid I didn’t expect to find you today, so I haven’t done much to prepare. But you may have the guest room all to yourself, and fix it up any way you want.”

Dean nodded, not speaking as he looked around the place. A little voice told him this was better than being homeless. Another voice was thrilled to be accepted by an angel. It was all a little overwhelming.

“Everything will be all right,” Castiel said, reaching out to stroke Dean’s hair again.

Dean relaxed under the touch, almost as if by the angel’s will. He wondered if this was the whole bond thing he’d read about. The connection between an angel and their human.

He supposed he was going to find out.

Praise and affection

Pets thrive on affection and positive reinforcement. Praising them for even the smallest things will make them glow with pride. And do not skimp on pets and cuddles, few pets can be happy without an abundance of physical contact.

Dean was in the kitchen, putting the clean dishes away in the cupboard. He hadn’t lived with Castiel very long, but he’d learn that the angel was tidy, and he appreciated Dean’s efforts keeping things clean. Just as he put the last cup away, he heard Cas call from the living room.

“Come here please, Dean.”

Dean was happy to do so. It was so silly, but he had this little driving need to please his angel. He didn’t really understand it yet.

Cas smiled at him and patted the seat next to him on the couch. “Join me, please.”

Dean sat down next to Castiel, watching him curiously, waiting patiently. He wasn’t surprised when he reached out to pet Dean’s hair, he just leaned into it.

“Thank you for putting the dishes away,” Castiel said, smiling softly, still playing with Dean’s hair. “I really appreciate you, Dean.”

Dean blushed faintly. “Thanks, Cas.”

“I know we’re still getting to know each other,” Castiel said, watching Dean carefully. “I’d very much like to hold you. Would you be comfortable with that?”

Dean’s eyes grew a little wide, but he nodded, already leaning closer to Castiel.

Cas smiled warmly and pulled Dean into his chest, wrapping his arms around the younger man. “My good Dean.”

Dean smiled and hid his warm cheeks in Castiel’s chest.

Do Pets Need Employment?

While they obviously have no financial need of a job after bonding with an angel, some humans find employment gives them a sense of self worth. If they enjoy their work, it’s best to allow them to continue it. But for their health and happiness, you may want to insist on part time hours. Too many hours away from you, their angel, can make a pet unhappy.

Dean was exhausted as he took off his shoes at the front door—Cas preferred he go barefoot in the house. He stripped off his jacket and hung it up, leaving him in just his teeshirt and jeans.

He made a beeline for the couch and Castiel.

Castiel frowned when he saw him coming, clearly sensing his exhaustion. “My sweet pet, come here,” he said, opening his arms for Dean.

Dean eagerly burrowed into Castiel’s arms, no longer too shy to go straight to a full on cuddle. He dropped his face to his angel’s chest and let himself be pulled down so they could stretch out on the couch together.

“Missed you,” Dean muttered. “Don’t like being apart so much.”

The bond made Dean blurt out stuff he’d usually never say. Especially sappy crap.

“I missed you too, Dean,” Castiel said, still frowning. He considered Dean for a moment. “I think you’re working too much, pet. I want you to talk to Bobby, tell him your angel doesn’t want you working more than 20 hours a week.”

Dean opened his mouth to object, but realized that was actually a wonderful idea. And if it was his angel that said so, Bobby couldn’t argue. He’d know Dean had to do as his angel wanted. “Yes, Cas. That would be great.” Dean let out a soft sigh, knowing full well he was going to fall asleep on Cas tonight.

Feeding Your Human

Humans require a varied diet, see my full glossary of recommended foods in the back. They also very much enjoy indulging themselves with treats, for instance, my pet loves beer and burgers. Try not to spoil them too much, moderation is good for your pet’s health. Meals are also a very important social element for humans, do not neglect them.

Dean couldn’t help the little groan as he bit into his burger. “God Cas, you spoil me,” he said, smiling at his angel before taking a sip of the beer that went with his meal.

“Anything for my favorite pet,” Castiel said, smiling fondly. He didn’t eat much himself, but he always made a point to have dinner with Dean. And he clearly was enjoying his own burger.

Dean laughed. “I’m your only pet,” he said, grinning at Cas.

Funny how Dean could call himself that now, and not even think twice about it.

“My one and only,” Castiel agreed, blue eyes sparkling.

Under the table their ankles were gently resting together. Dean was now quite accustomed to the regular physical contact Castiel insisted on.

It was actually really nice.

Socializing Your Pet

It is very easy for both you and your pet to become wrapped up in each other, nearly to the point where you forget all else exists. But it is important to encourage your pet to maintain the friendships from before your bond. It will make your pet happy. Although they may be nervous about other humans passing judgement on your bond, so you may have to insist.

“But does he have to come over here?” Dean whined, pacing nervously through the living room. “I could just go meet him at a coffee shop or some shit. He doesn’t have to come into our nest.”

Castiel smiled fondly, crossing the room to take Dean in his arms. “It pleases me that you’re finally comfortable enough with our bond to call our home by it’s proper name.”

Dean blushed faintly. “Thanks Cas…” The angel had been gently encouraging Dean to call the apartment their ‘nest’ for the last several weeks. It felt right, it was just so damned intimate, it had taken Dean a while to get comfortable with the word.

“I want to meet your brother,” Cas said, running his hand gently up and down Dean’s back. “Because he’s important to you, and you’re important to me. And I think it’s important that he sees you for who you are. I’m hoping you’ll eventually let go of the embarrassment our closeness makes you feel.”

Dean ducked his head to Castiel’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, angel.”

Castiel held him close. “It’s okay, pet.”

Overcoming Human Bigotry

We all know that human pets are a tradition going back several millennia. For our kind, it is perfectly natural and quite common. It is important to remember that humans don’t all have the same perspective. Some humans see it as a great honor, others hold a more negative view. So keep in mind that your pet may be nervous about how they will be perceived by other humans, now that they are a bonded pet. They may need a gentle push (or several) to become more comfortable.

Dean followed Castiel through the market, the angel leading him by the hand. He tried to tune out the looks they always got, instead just focusing on the bond, letting himself take pleasure in pleasing his angel. It was easy, as all Castiel wanted was his company.

Castiel stopped at his favorite booth, the local honey farm. He tugged on Dean’s hand, bringing him in close until their shoulders pressed together. “What do you want, Dean?”

Dean noticed how the woman behind the table watched them curiously. “A cinnamon honey stick, please.”

“Of course, pet,” Castiel said, letting go of Dean’s hand to retrieve his wallet, buying the treat for Dean.

Dean smiled softly when Castiel took his hand again, leading him over to a nearby bench. They sat down together, and Castiel offered over the promised treat.

“Thanks, Cas,” Dean said, smiling as he popped open the straw and sucked down the flavored honey.

“Anything for my dear pet,” Castiel said, pressing a kiss to Dean’s temple.

Dean beamed.

Developing Romantic Feelings

Not all bonds become romantic, however if yours does, you may find yourself feeling increased feelings of affection toward your pet. If you do, it is perfectly natural to take things to the next level, as long as your pet reciprocates. Tread very carefully here, as your pet will want to please you, so you’ll have to be certain they’re not simply accepting your advances to make you happy. It is best to wait for them to come to you. Fortunately, due to the nature of the bond, it is rare to have an instance where such feelings aren’t mutual.

Dean was on edge because Castiel was on edge. Stupid bond. Usually it was happy feelings moving back and forth between them. But the last few days Cas had been anxious, keeping Dean at a distance.

Dean was worried that Cas had figured out his secret. That he realized Dean was falling for him, but didn’t return the feelings. Maybe he was trying to break the bond and get rid of Dean, so he could find a human who wasn’t dumb enough to fall in love.

He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t live without Cas, he’d stifle his feelings if he had to. He’d make it work.

Cas was sitting on the couch, and Dean bit his lip, slipping into his usual spot next to him. He let out a relieved sigh when the angel’s arm came around him automatically, and Dean leaned into the strong chest.

“I’m so sorry, Cas,” Dean said, words starting to tumble out. He hid his face in Castiel’s neck, not able to look at him. “I know you’re upset with me, but I promise I can be better. I’ll do a better job of hiding it, I swear.”

“Hide what, Dean?” Castiel asked, voice soft and controlled.

“My feelings for you,” Dean said, feeling miserable. Even now he couldn’t lie to his angel. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean for it to happen. You’re just so wonderful…” Oh jeez, his dumb mouth was just going to spill all over the place.

Castiel cupped Dean’s chin and forced him to look up. He was grinning and his eyes were sparkling with joy. “Oh Dean. I was only trying to make sure you felt the same way. I love you, too.”

Dean’s heart leapt. “You do?”

Castiel replied with a firm kiss.

—————

Present day

Dean had just flipped to When Your Pet Becomes Your Mate when he heard the flutter of Castiel’s wings, and his heart jumped when his angel appeared in front of him.

“Cas!” Dean tossed the book aside and leapt to his feet, throwing himself into his angel’s arms. “I missed you so much!”

Castiel chuckled, wrapping strong arms around Dean. “I was only gone for a few hours, pet.” His fingers carded gently through Dean’s hair.

“I know,” Dean mumbled, face pressed to Castiel’s neck. “It just always feels really long.”

Dean had skipped the chapter on separation anxiety. It was embarrassing enough, he didn’t need to be reminded.

“Come on,” Castiel said, tugging him back down to the couch. “You need cuddles.”

Dean definitely needed cuddles. He eagerly snuggled into Castiel’s chest, letting the angel stretch out and hold him close.

Castiel picked up his discarded book, smiling at Dean. “Were you reading my book again?”

Dean smiled and nodded. “Yeah.”

“Did you make it to The Sexual Needs of Humans?” Castiel asked, eyes twinkling.

Dean’s stomach flipped and he grinned. “No, will you read it to me? It’s my favorite chapter.”

Castiel laughed. “I know it is, pet.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Dean’s forehead. “Yes, I will read it to you. I would do anything for you, my love.”

Dean beamed up at Castiel. “I know.”

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[claitynroberts]

Captain Hook & Rapunzel

Part 3 of 3 —> Part 1 Part 2

Description: Reader insert; multi part oneshot. The reader has been a member of Team Free Will for a year now. During an unexpected lull in jobs recently, you, Sam, Dean and Cas decide to attend Jo’s themed birthday party. During the events of the night, cards are shown and things definitely take an unexpected turn.

Author’s Note: This fic was written for @eyes-of-a-disney-princess and her Rapunzel’s Tangled Up With Supernatural Challenge, and it is my first ever reader insert, as well as SPN fanfic. I’ve tried so hard to authentically portray the beautiful characters of the series, but I’m only human so please bear with me! I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Contains: angst, some language, fluff, potential bad decisions, physical fighting/violence

Warnings: physical violence, taking advantage of a drunk female (the reader) is mentioned but never acted on thanks to a big muscular hunk ;)

If you find any other triggers that may affect readers please let me know and I’ll add them here

Word Count: 7,106...sorry, it’s so long :D

*This pic isn’t mine, credit to the owners and Google Images

Dean left the two of you at the car while he ran in to grab a couple rooms, but when he came out, he did not look happy. “Well, they only had the one room so it looks like we’re sharing tonight.” He threw a pointed look at you and Cas as you walked into the dilapidated room.

There was a single bed with a nightstand on either side and a dingy comforter adorning the mattress. The sun-faded floral window curtains floated in the breeze of the window A/C unit. You sat down in a worn chair by the small kitchen table and rested your head in your hands. The alcohol had almost released its hold on you, leaving your stomach in knots and your head pounding. All that, combined with the craziness of the bar fight, left you reeling. Dean dumped the bags on the floor at the foot of the bed and sat down, absentmindedly rubbing his knuckles which were still angry looking from making contact with Derek’s face.

“Look, (y/n),” he began, “I’m...sorry...for what happened back there.”

“Dean.” You looked at him without your usual mask, allowing him to see all the emotions you were struggling with cross your face. “Just stop.”

“Stop what?” He asked, a confused look on his face.

You waited a minute and looked over to Cas, who thankfully got the hint. “I’m going to go check on Kevin,” he said awkwardly. “See what progress he has made with the demon tablet.” And with a flutter of wings, he was gone.

“Stop what,” Dean repeated, a soul crushing look hidden in the depths of his eyes.

“Stop whatever this is.” Your voice sounded tired, broken, even to your own ears, as you made a vague all encompassing gesture. “I’m so sick of you dancing along the lines, and not picking a side. You can’t have your cake and eat it too.”

“I don’t know—“

“Yes you do!” You shouted cutting him off, tears forming in your eyes. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Ever since the night you and Sam saved me, you have been hiding or denying your feelings. Months, Dean, it has been months. Either make a fucking move or let me go! I can’t take this limbo hell anymore.” You were sobbing now.

He sat there quietly for a moment, your sniffling and gasping the only sounds in the room. “(Y/n), I care about you, you’re right. But this is not a life you need to live permanently. As soon as we figure out why Crowley wants you—,” he tried but you spoke over him.

“‘As soon as.’ Who the hell knows how long that will actually be. It could be years before we find out why I’m significant to Crowley. And if you expect me to remain with you guys as we figure all this out, something's gotta give.”

“Is this about that douchebag at the bar?” He asked in a dangerous tone, there was a steely edge to it you hadn’t heard often, but it was booming nonetheless.

“No,” you shouted indignantly, but his glare cut through your thin layer of bullshit. “Yes…” you acquiesced. “I don’t see the problem there.”

“Don’t…’don’t see the problem’?” He was aghast. “Really? Because I see major problems. The dude was shitfaced, you were drunk enough to slur your words; there’s no telling what could have happened!” He was standing now, shouting and pacing a path into the carpet. “He could have taken advantage of you.” His voice was deadly quiet, now.

You glared a hole into his soul—figuratively at least. “How is that any different than what you do,” you asked in a small voice, the accusation hanging in the air.

He stopped dead in his tracks and sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, resting his face in his hands. After a moment he spoke. “I’m not saying I’m the best dude out there, but I do treat women better than that guy was treating you.” Tears were glistening in his eyes. “I’ve never forced myself on anyone, and I don’t keep buying them drinks so I may take advantage of them.” His voice was gruff, almost breaking.

“Dean, you don’t know he was going to take advantage of me.” You tried, but even your defense sounded thin to your own ears. The truth of the matter is, Dean was right—even if you didn’t want to admit it. More than likely Derek would have taken you back to his place, or maybe just to the parking lot, for a quick hook up. Discarding you and never calling. The idea of being a one night stand made your stomach roil.

“Really, (y/n)? If he wasn’t going to take advantage of your impaired state then I’m the Pope.” Sarcasm tended to be his defense mechanism.

“Dean, you can’t be upset and keep me from moving on with my life, keep me from trying to find love—,”

“‘Keep you from trying to find love.’ Is that what you think I’m doing?” He said angrily. “Because I think I’m trying to protect your ass.”

“Oh, so you’re protecting me, is that it?” You were yelling now. “Being territorial about who I talk to, while you’re out galavanting with any skirt who looks your way, is ‘protecting me’.” You crossed your arms across your chest, trying to hold in your emotions and keep yourself from falling apart. “Flirting with me incessantly and building all this sexual tension between us is ‘protecting me.’ I’m tired of all this bullshit, Dean!” Your emotions had busted loose and taken over now, anger, hurt, and betrayal all coursed through your veins.

You took a deep steadying breath. “It’s not fair for you to constantly put me through all this while you may do what you please,” you tried to explain patiently, fed up with his petulant attitude. “So please, truly look at yourself and decide what it is you want. When you figure it out, let me know.”

With that you grabbed your bag and entered the bathroom shutting the door behind you a bit harder than necessary. Turning on the shower, you stripped out of your costume and slid down the shower wall. The water hid your tears and muffled the sound of your quiet sobs. You sat there crying yourself out until nothing was left deep inside you, until everything that had happened to you in the last year swirled down the drain. Until the water coming out of the shower head turned cold and bracing.

You toweled off and got dressed in your pajamas, a loose pair of sweats and an oversized Bon Jovi t-shirt you stole from Dean soon after they took you in. No matter how many times you washed it, it still inexplicably smelled like him, which was a soothing balm to your aching nerves. I’m not going to force my feelings on him; if he wants to be with me he can damn well tell me, you thought in a silent prayer to whatever god was listening.

As you entered the room you saw Dean still sitting where you left him, eyes red-rimmed like your own. He must have gotten up to change into his night clothes as well because the kohl and Captain Hook costume were long gone, a worn pair of sweats and a t-shirt replaced them. Silently you walked to the other side of the bed to turn down the covers, determined to leave everything where right where you left it until he deigned to speak to you.

“You’re right, (y/n).” He said.

“Oh?”

“I do care for you. And much deeper than as a friend.” He shifted to look at you while you went about your pre-sleep ritual.

You didn’t say anything, hoping the silence would cause him to keep speaking. You looked at him with pursed lips and raised eyebrows.

“The thing is I don’t have much experience in this department. Relationships aren’t really my thing.” He glanced up at you. “I’ve had feelings for you since nearly the first day we met. I’ve just been scared to act on them because—“ his voice caught, and he cleared his throat. “Because what happens if we try this and it doesn’t work or you get taken away from me? Because everything I’ve ever cared about gets taken or destroyed.”

You stilled your actions and thought over his words. Turning each over in your mind, searching for any hidden meaning. Finally, you looked at him, “but what if it works?”

A tear escaped his eye as he bowed his head. After a moment he grinned, “ever the optimist, aren’t you?”

You gave him a half smile, “someone around here has to be.” You shrugged a shoulder, “and besides, I’m not worried about getting taken or dying. Between you, Sam, Cas, Jo, and Ellen, I’d say I’m safer than the Declaration of Independence.”

He returned the grin. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. Although Nicholas Cage was able to get past all that government security to get the Declaration.”

You chuckled, “I don’t think we have to worry about Nic getting to me.”

After a moment he added, “so...where do we go from here?”

You thought for a moment. “How about we start with one day at a time,” you said a little shyly. “Besides, it’s almost morning and we should turn in. It’s been a long day and Sam will be herein a few hours,” you said as you crawled under the faded comforter.

He cleared his throat, “Right. I’ll just sleep on the floor.” When he reached for the second pillow, you grabbed his hand causing him to freeze. Your gaze traced over his muscled arm, from his wrist up to his face.

When the two of you finally made eye contact you gave him a soft smile. “You can sleep in the bed. You know, if you want to…” you trailed off shyly, waiting for his reply.

As you settled down on the mattress, you watched him war with himself; one hand rubbing the back of his neck as he blew out a deep breath. When his more tired side won the internal battle, he drew the covers back to settle into the bed beside you, careful to leave space between the two of you.

After a few tense moments you heard him clear his throat in the dark. “Well...uh...goodnight, then,” he said clasping his hands across his middle.

Geez, this man has bedded countless women, but in the face of a possible relationship he becomes a junior high boy, you thought as you chuckled to yourself. Fed up with the silence and the space between the two of you after all these months of hidden feelings, you grabbed his hand and lifted up his arm so you could curl up against his side. Your head rested on the point of his chest where is arm met his torso, your hand laid over his beating heart where you could feel it thumping hard against his chest. Your leg draping over his as if you had done this a million times. “Goodnight, Dean Winchester,” you sighed as you inhaled his scent and began to drift off into unconsciousness.

You weren’t sure if you dreamt it or not, but you could have sworn right before the tide of sleep pulled you under, Dean pulled you tighter against his body as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Fin.

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[recslikewhoa]

Supernatural recs [Dean/Casiel]

Supernatural recs - Part 1 Dean & Casiel

The Girlfriend Experience by rageprufrock, NC-17, 15393 words While it's not like Dean hasn't had a couple of truly regrettable hit-and-runs in his sexual history, this is probably the saddest fucking thing that has ever happened to him. Clearly everyone must have read this already because it's so amazing it literally calls to you. But if somehow you have not then please for the love of god go read it now because it's great. Dean and Cas were amazing, in-character but also changed enough to adapt to the situation. Sam was written excellently as well, he was just fun really but a fun voice of reason which is normally needed when it comes to Cas and Dean getting together. This fic was just hot and steamy and beautiful. Two idiots coming together and Sam the cheering squad, just wanting his big brother to man up and get with Cas. "Burgers also cost money," Castiel says in between bites, mopping ketchup off his face. "Which I don't have and do not know how to obtain." Dean snorts. "Great, we're your sugar daddies — that is shit sad, Cas." "Oh, Jesus," Sam mutters, like he just cannot believe his brother is talking about this in front of his prom date. "What's a sugar daddy?" Cas asks, and looking hopeful, he opens his mouth again. Dean cuts in, saying: "No more burgers for you. And you don't need to know about sugar daddies."

Easy Now, With My Heart by mcpadalackles, NC-17, 49663 recs Dean Winchester is a kindergarten teacher. Castiel Milton is a writer slash works-in-a-coffee-shop. He also happens to be the extremely hot one-night stand that Dean never intended to see again other than in his own fantasies (he’s classy like that). But suddenly Cas is everywhere and Dean is convinced that Fate is out to get him. And maybe they do this thing backwards, but that doesn’t have to mean they can’t make it in the end, right? This is amazing, and awesome and I just could not stop reading. Hell, Dean and Castiel in this was both kind of insane and really co-dependent - but to be fair that is realatively in character - and half the time they were looking it felt like waiting for two trains to crash but it was still so good. They're not making life easy for each other but you could feel the want and the need and the love and it was as engaging as hell. Turns out though, he was totally right. Castiel does love the place, or at least he pretends to for Dean's sake. They start off with more beer, but that quickly escalates to shots (and the dude's fucking lethal at shots—it takes at least half a dozen before he declares that he's 'starting to feel something') and then they end up nursing two of Ellen's finest whiskeys and laughing hysterically about… well, he forgets but it sure was funny at the time. Castiel's shirt is open at the neck now, his blue tie a lost cause, and Dean's pretty sure he doesn't look much better himself. And then, suddenly, and he's really not sure how it happened or who initiated it, but suddenly they're pressed together in their corner booth and they're kissing. Like full on desperate tongue and teeth action, and it tastes like booze and bar nuts but is so fucking good, and if Dean had any doubts before he certainly doesn't now. Castiel presses into him hard, forcing him to lean backwards in his seat and he has to grab the table to stop himself from toppling over.

F**k You! by deans1911, R, 24459 words Castiel Novak, the general manager of a failing restaurant, and Dean Winchester, his stubborn head chef, hate each other’s guts. It’s up to celebrity Chef Balthazar Roche to keep them from running Garrison 16 into the ground and killing one another in the process. So, okay, this is probably one of my favourite AU's I've read. It's a really nice fleshed out universe, the characters are great and it's real. In the sense that it got it sad moments, and its bad, but it also has it happy and silly and hot. And it all evens out really well. You do sort of want to bang Cas and Dean's heads together half the time but honestly that was probably part of the fun. Dean is grinning like an idiot, if for no other reason than the stunningly ridiculous visual he now has of Cas shaking his ass for money. He lets Cas turn his hand over and run his thumb over the stitches through the plastic bag. There’s that crease between Cas’s eyebrows that means he’s about to say something that’s going to make them both uncomfortable. “For what it’s worth, I actually do think of you as my boyfriend,” he mutters, voice gone rough and soft in a way that instantly has Dean’s stomach flip-flopping. When he peeks up at Dean from under the messy fringe of his bangs, flattened to his forehead from sea water, Dean wants to kiss him senseless or run screaming--he isn’t sure which is the better option.

The First Year by cloudyjenn, PG-13, 7730 words When Castiel leaves after Lucifer's defeat, all he asks is that Dean wait for him. So that's exactly what Dean does. Ohh this fic, it breaks my heart and then after that comes back round to jump on it. Which is weird because it is not exactly that angsty or even that depressing, I think it's more the idea of the fic and the message behind it. And what it said about Dean and his life and how damn hard he loves. It's gorgeous and everything is worth it in the end. "Do you want to get out of here?" Amber asked a moment later. "I can't," Dean said without thought. "I'm waiting."

The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester by tuesday, PG-13, 11171 words Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this. When are wedding/bonding fics not fun? The answer is they're always fun. I really enjoyed Dean's voice in this, I mean it is essentially a Dean that is happy which is not exactly in-character but his character in this fic was still great and engaging. Cas was great too but clearly I was pretty drawn to Dean in this. I'm more of a fun and engaging then angstful and depressing kind of fic gal. And this fitted the brief pretty well. "What the hell?" Dean had said, and, "Where have you been?" and, like Cas was the boy blocking his calls and Dean was three steps away from turning stalker, God help him, "Why didn't you answer me the first three times?" "I was busy," Castiel said. And really, Dean should have asked this first, but, "Why are you naked?"

*The Way the War was Won by deans1911, R, 37258 words Dean and Cas are buddy cops faking a marriage for the benefits and tax breaks. Except for the part where Dean’s sort of actually in love with his partner and doesn’t realize it yet. Aww cute and sweet and long. I like that we sort of skip the angsty section of their relationship and skip straight to the finally getting their shit together part. Like there's still some angst, but not enough to hurt and it is such a well written story just even though we're just hearing about their history you still feel like you know their whole story. Fun and amazing read, I loved it. “Are you actually gay or just Cas-sexual?” she quips, grinning. Dean wants to shoot her, but he doubts that Cas would approve of brain matter on their new carpet. Sam needs to upgrade. Ruby is officially a demon. “Not really any of your business,” he mutters. Ruby purrs beside him and wraps her arms around her knees. ”Oh, I don’t know, Dean. I just think it’s really fucked up of you to try to keep him from seeing people if you’re never actually going to seal the deal.” Low blow. This bitch is way too observant for her own good. Probably why she’s CIA. ”Whatever,” he snarls, but she struck a chord and he knows it.

So Glad We Made It by Annie D (scaramouche), PG-13, 16421 words At twelve years old, Dean makes a friend, who becomes his best friend, who will eventually become the love of his life. Really sweet and engaging fic, and it pretty perfectly catches that feeling of being scared of taking that step because who knows what happens when you do? When Dean does take that step it works out pretty awesome, with the right amount of angst and confusion along the way. Really good take on Dean, and while Castiel didn't always act or do what I expected that is probably more in character than him suddenly swooning and falling all over Dean. But all in all they were both great and fun and the fic was just a really good read. Later, without fail, Cas plucks Dean out from the mess and drags him to the Impala outside. (On loan from Dad, because Cas’ solemn oath to behave actually means something in their house.) Dean only stirs awake when he finds himself being tucked into bed, Cas a dark shadow hovering over him. Dean catches Cas’ arms, holds him there. He squints up at Cas, who is watching him, patient as a statue. “Always you,” Dean says stupidly. “Of course, Dean,” Cas replies, though he can’t have any idea what Dean’s talking about.