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luci-in-trenchcoats · 6 years ago

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Broken Like Me (Part 3) - A New Friend

Summary: The reader gets some news about her recovery and runs into Dean again...

Masterlist

Pairing: Model!Dean x reader

Word Count: 4,100ish

Warnings: language

One Week Later

You raised an eyebrow when you saw Dean’s face on the front page of the news on Saturday.

“Oh God, what’d you do…” you said, clicking the link. It revealed the other part of the picture. One half was obviously from an ad, Dean looking amazing and perfect.

The other...the other showed blemishes, birthmarks, freckles, shit the guy had a fuck ton of freckles. It showed where his muscles had been made more defined in the touched up photo. It showed where he had bags under his eyes, creases at the corner from where he smiled. His jaw was defined but not the same way as the first photo. The first photo made him look like a freaking Ken doll now that you thought about it. The second, the second one was much prettier in your opinion and you figured that was the point.

“Hey,” you said, grabbing your phone, surprised when Dean answered your call.

“You’re not going to rip my head off again, are you?” he asked.

“I saw the news,” you said. “You posted some pictures on your instagram.”

“I lost the biggest contract of my career over posting that,” said Dean. “No underwear modeling for me. Oh well. I didn’t really want people taking pictures of my ass in tight boxers anyway.”

“Dean-”

“I got a shit ton of offers now. Stuff for real guys that you know, drink beer and hamburgers and I’m never eating another piece of fucking kale as long as I live,” said Dean.

“Why did you post the pictures?” you said.

“See, I don’t like the picture on the right. I hate it actually. I see a lot wrong with it because that’s what 12 years in this business did to me. But I’m a person and I guess if I’m going to figure out how to get you to not give a shit what other people think, I should start doing it myself,” he said.

“Seriously? You threw away a big job for that? You’re insane,” you said.

“Ok. It doesn’t change the fact that you got a problem with the way you see yourself,” he said. “I mean I got the same issue but I don’t jump down someone’s throat when they give me a compliment.”

“I told you-“

“I don’t know what’s going on with you, not really, but not everyone in the world is a dick,” he said.

You hung up on him, curling up on the couch and staring at the ceiling. You turned your head and glanced at your phone, wondering if you should just delete his number and be done with it.

A text popped up that told you you wouldn’t have to worry about that.

*Sorry for bothering you. I’ll never talk to you again.*

Three Weeks Later

You swallowed hard when you saw Dean walking out of Dr. Jones’ office with an older blonde haired woman. Dean looked away, the woman giving you a smile. Her hand was out of a cast but a big chunk of skin was gone from the top of it, leaving a bright red patch.

“Make sure to stop by the front desk and we’ll get you ready for the grafting on Friday,” said Dr. Jones with a smile, giving you one as well where you sat in the waiting room. “Y/N, you’re up.”

You caught Dean staring at you in your hat and scarf, his mother whacking him with her good hand.

“Dean, that’s rude,” she mumbled.

“That’s the girl dad hit,” said Dean quietly. Her face changed to something a few shades lighter, Dean shaking his head as you walked past. “She hates me, just let it go.”

“I’m so sorry,” said his mother as you paused. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you said, giving them a nod before you followed Dr. Jones.

Thirty minutes later you felt even worse than when you got there.

Your insurance wouldn’t cover any procedures beyond the cream since they were considered elective and cosmetic. You could handle not taking care of all of the big scars. The ones on your torso didn’t matter that much, no one saw that ever and you could get by not wearing tank tops anymore. But the scar on your collarbone was high and some shirts wouldn’t cover it. Then there was the one on your face you absolutely wanted gone. It was your face and you hated every time you caught your reflection in the mirror.

“Crap,” you said as you walked out of the office, knowing what you had to do but hating it all the same.

Fifteen Minutes Later

“Mom! We’re not strapped for cash. I’m not asking for the money to go buy a fancy car. I need surgery,” you said, sitting in the driver’s seat, leaning your head against your hand.

“Oh, you don’t look that bad. Put some makeup on and you’ll be fine,” she said. “You could wear makeup more often you know.”

“Mom, put dad on the phone. Please,” you said, trying your best not to get upset while you were sat in the parking lot.

“Hi pumpkin,” he said after a minute.

“Dad, please be the rational one. Let me-“

“You’re not old enough to access your trust yet, Y/N. You’re the one that wanted to be a big girl and make her own way in the world,” he said.

“Dad! This doesn’t have to do with that. I have a job and pay for everything myself. I’m asking my very well-off parents for a little bit of help. That’s all I want. Take the money out of my trust. I don’t care about any penalties. Please, I can’t do it myself,” you said.

“I’m sorry, pumpkin but I can’t do that,” he said.

“Fine. Lend me the money and when I’m old enough I’ll pay you back with the money and-“

“Y/N. I said no,” he said.

“I just-“

“No. End of discussion,” he said. You bit your bottom lip, squeezing the steering wheel hard as he continued to speak. “Your mother and I are going to be staying in Europe until at least April so-“

“So no thanksgiving this week. No holidays. No anything. Again,” you said. “Shocker.”

“You sound like a spoiled child, Y/N,” he said.

“Sorry. I only wanted to see my family but almost dying didn’t even phase you. You probably wish I had so you could just have all your stupid money and travel all the time and forget I even exist,” you said, not caring that you were starting to cry.

“That is not true,” he said. “You need to learn to grow up and realize-“

“Grow up? I am a grown up. You made me grow up way before I was supposed to,” you spat out. “I should call one of my old nannies, you know, the people that actually raised me.”

“You do not need money to fix some stupid scars and acting like a child won’t make me give it to you. You don’t need it,” he said.

“Did mom even show you the picture I sent her? The one on my forehead is huge and-“

“Why do you care? You aren’t that pretty. Get some bangs or wear makeup if it makes you so wound up,” he said.

“Well thank you,” you said with a scoff to try and push down the pit in your gut that was overwhelming you. “I really appreciated that. I was only asking for a tiny bit of help, something that wouldn’t even be a drop in the bucket for you but who was I to think you gave a shit. I think it’d be better if we didn’t talk for a while.”

You hung up on him, tossing your phone in the seat and resting your head against the wheel.

You cried and shook for a few minutes before a knock at your door made you nearly shout. You turned away and wiped your face on your sleeve, turning back to see Dean frowning outside, a cup of coffee in a gloved hand.

“What?” you tried to say forcefully but it came out as a screech and you started crying again.

“My mom forgot her phone here,” he said. You glared at him through the window, Dean still standing there. You threw the door open, the cool air making your cheeks cold and your nose stuff up even more. “It’s caramel.”

He held the coffee cup out to you. You took it without thinking about it and felt your hands warm up, a small sip of it calming you down a little.

“Drive safe,” he said, turning around.

“Wait,” you croaked out, Dean spinning in his heels. “You’re not making fun of me, are you.”

“No,” he said quietly.

“Why do you talk to me?” you asked.

“Because you’re lonely and I’m lonely and you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my life. I think we could be friends,” he said.

“But I’m not gorgeous,” you said.

“Agree to disagree then,” he said with a smile.

“Why are you still here?” you asked. “You don’t live in Lawrence.”

“I told myself I should stick around for my parents until they got better,” he said with a shrug.

“It’s been over six weeks,” you said. “Your mom looked pretty okay.”

“I know. They don’t need me,” said Dean.

“I don’t need you either,” you said.

“Nobody needs me, sweetheart,” he said with a sad smile.

“Don’t say that,” you said, a different kind of ache filling you up.

“It’s true,” he said with a shrug. “All I’m good for is being a pretty face.”

“You know...there can’t be two self-depreciators in this friendship,” you said.

“We could always take turns?” said Dean with a smile. You felt a smile on your face, despite the fact you could feel tears still spilling down your cheeks. “I take it I’m allowed to talk to you again?”

“Yeah,” you said, wiping at your face again.

“Do you want to talk about whatever caused this whole situation?” he said, waving his hand around.

“I hate my parents,” you said. “Oh, and I can’t afford surgery to fix what’s still wrong with me until I’m a lot older so there’s that.”

“Maybe you’ll win the lottery. You’re due for some good luck,” he said.

“I don’t seem to have that,” you said, taking another sip of the coffee. “Thank you.”

“I got to drop off my mom’s phone but maybe we could hang out tonight. Sam’s working on a big case and he’d rather have me out of the house anyways,” said Dean.

“I have...my thing on Tuesday evenings,” you said.

“Therapy? We can go after,” he said.

“Sure,” you said, Dean cocking his head at your car. “What?”

“Uh, I hate to be the bearer of even more bad news but you may or may not have a flat tire,” he said with a wince.

“Naturally,” you said, laughing to yourself. “My day was already going to shit.”

“I’ll give you a ride home if you want. My Uncle Bobby runs a salvage yard. I bet we can find you a decent tire for free if you don’t mind waiting until tomorrow,” said Dean.

“Free is good,” you said.

“Okay then, pretty girl, where are we off to?”

Four Hours Later

“Hm,” said Dr. Bram. You raised an eyebrow at him, getting a chuckle from him. “You had a long day by all accounts.”

“Yeah,” you said, playing with a piece of stray thread off of one of the pillows.

“Yet you seem to be in a much better space right now than I’ve seen you...quite possible ever. Why do you think that is?” he asked.

“Is this some sort of thing where I say I made a friend?” you asked, half-joking, half-not.

“Sure. A male friend too,” he said. “You have plans this evening with him, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you said. “You’re the one making a big deal out of this, not me.”

“You are allowed to be excited for that, Y/N,” he said. “Going to have fun with a friend.”

“It’s not a date,” you said.

“I know. I don’t want to keep you either so I’m going to let you out a few minutes early and give you a homework assignment,” he said.

“Oh come on,” you said. “I haven’t gotten homework in two years.”

“We missed six weeks of sessions. A lot has happened since then including changes to your appearance which you refuse to talk about,” he said.

“So,” you shot back.

“So I’m giving you homework again until you start feeling safe to discuss it with me,” he said. You groaned but he handed you back your old notebook filled with assignments from over the past few years.

“Dr. Bram-“

“An essay,” he said.

“No! I’m not in school. I don’t-“

“You like to write. It’s one of your hobbies. You work from home too so this will not be a problem for you to find an hour over the next week to whip something up for me,” he said.

“Can I at least type it?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said. “But stick a copy in here.”

“Fine,” you grumbled, shoving the notebook in your bag.

“Five to ten things you like about your physical appearance. Two page minimum,” he said.

“I hate you,” you said, Dr. Bram shrugging. “Fine. But don’t expect it to be great or anything.”

“Mhm,” he said. You sighed as you stood up, following him out of his office as he closed up for the night. You spotted Dean on the couch in the front room, a laugh booming next to you.

“Dean! Good to see you,” said Dr. Bram as he walked over to him. “Are you back in town?”

“At the moment,” said Dean with a smile, giving him a handshake.

“I’m closing up for the night but if you’re looking for a spot, I got a few slots tomorrow,” he said.

“No, no, I’m doing good. I’m just waiting for Y/N to finish up so we can go have some fun,” said Dean. Dr. Bram nodded and gave you a smile.

“You’re in good hands with this one,” said Dr. Bram to you. “Have fun and next Tuesday-“

“Essay. I got it,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Goodnight Dr. Bram.”

“Goodnight,” he said. You walked out with Dean, sliding into the passenger seat.

“I can’t believe you didn’t take this car to LA,” you said, buckling your belt.

“I know. I missed my Baby,” he said with a smile as he sat down, running his hand over the dash.

“So...how do you know Dr. Bram?” you asked. “If that’s okay.”

“What gave it away?” he teased. “It’s cool. I saw Dr. Bram when I was a kid and then when I was a teenager again. There was a house fire when I was little. Everyone was fine but somebody said because I was quiet I was screwed up so I went to Dr. Bram. I liked going, I didn’t have to hear my parents fighting when I was there.”

“When you were older?” you asked, hoping you weren’t pushing too much.

“I got in a big fight with my dad. I think I wanted to join football. I don’t really remember it that well. He got mad and I got mad and it got out of control. My mom called the cops because dad punched a wall and they forced me and Sam to go to Dr. Bram weekly for like...a year. I just sort of kept going until I moved to LA,” he said.

“Both of you guys went?” you asked.

“Well, not together. Sometimes we did but...the cops were concerned we weren’t living in a good environment or some crap. Dad’s a dick sometimes and he makes mistakes but he’s not that kind of guy,” said Dean. “I mean, I think he wouldn’t let me join so I’d be safe. It’s probably why we’re still fighting. He worries too much.”

“You’re very open,” you said.

“No, no. I’m really not. I’m not embarrassed to talk about my problems with you though, unlike you which doesn’t even make sense. You have shitty luck but seem like a relatively normal person,” he said. “I’m the supermodel after all. I’m supposed to be the screwed up one.”

“You’re not that pretty,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“See! Finally, you’re starting to get it,” he said with a big smile.

“Let’s go get a drink, dork.”

“So besides pie, muscle cars and classic rock, what do you like, Dean?” you said with a smile, grabbing the other half of his uneaten pretzel while Dean munched on some of your fries.

“I think I like you which sucks because you really don’t like me,” said Dean.

“What? I like you,” you said, Dean grinning hard. “Oh shut up.”

“I do like you,” he said, looking across the bar. “But I don’t think rushing into this is good for either one of us.”

“Rushing into what,” you said.

“Dating. Let’s be friends first,” he said with a smile.

“Dating?” you said.

“Yeah. We’ve already established that I have the hots for you. It’s bound to happen at some point. Just warning you now,” he said, a smirk tugging onto his lips.

“What about me is so pretty then?” you asked, Dean shrugging. “Dean.”

“That’s a date question. We’re just hanging out,” he said with another smirk, sipping on his beer.

“You’re not going to tell me why you’re attracted to me,” you said.

“Exactly,” he said, pointing his beer at you.

“Why?” you asked.

“Me saying it isn’t going to make you believe it. See, I got to show you and then someday when I tell you, you’ll believe me,” he said. “Make sense?”

“I think you spent too much time in LA,” you said, rolling your eyes, eating the rest of his pretzel. “Again, aren’t you supposed to move back there?”

“I’m a model. I can work from anywhere. If there’s anything big I can hop a ride down to Dallas or Kansas City or St. Louis. I think I might be moving back to Lawrence permanently,” he said.

“Won’t you miss your friends? Your life? Your house?” you asked.

“They have these things called phones to talk to my friends and my apartment I own the lease on until the end of March and my life here is better than the one out there honestly which says something in itself. Any more ways you want to try to get rid of me?” he asked, stealing another french fry and giving you a wink.

“Friends don’t wink at friends like that,” you said.

“Cut me some slack,” he said, wiping off his hands. “Let’s go dance.”

“Dean! I don’t dance,” you said. “People watch other people dance.”

“They do, don’t they?” he said with a chuckle, grabbing your hand.

“No, Dean please, I don’t want to,” you said, trying to pry his hand off but it wasn’t any use. Dean released you though and you pulled your hands into your lap. “I’m going to use the bathroom.”

“Sorry,” he said quietly.

“It’s okay. Can you just watch my drink while I’m gone?” you asked. Dean nodded and you gave him a smile before you were headed for the ladies room. You sighed when you got inside. It was dark in the bar and no one cared that you were wearing a hat and scarf inside. But if you danced, you’d get hot and take it off and then people would see, including Dean and he only ever saw you with bandages covering your stitches so he didn’t even really know how bad you were and he actually probably thought you were hideous if he ever saw them and…

You flipped the toilet seat down and sat on it with your head between your knees, taking deep breaths.

“Excuse me? Y/N?” asked a voice you didn’t recognize. You stood up and flushed, wiping your face off before you left the stall. A woman was standing there, giving you a smile. “Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you said.

“Your friend was getting worried and asked if I’d check that you were alright,” she said.

“Yeah. The greasy food is bothering me is all,” you said. “I’ll be right out.”

When you got back to your table Dean looked a little relieved but mostly concerned.

“Are you okay? You were gone over twenty minutes,” said Dean. You scoffed. It couldn’t have been that long, five minutes max. “You were crying.”

“No I wasn’t,” you said.

“Your face is red,” he said.

“I wasn’t crying,” you said. “I’m fine. It’s getting late. I need a ride home.”

“Alright. I can drive you.”

“Thanks,” you said when Dean pulled up to your house.

“My Uncle said your car should be in your driveway around lunch. No charge,” said Dean with a nod.

“This is why we shouldn’t be friends. I’m a hot mess and you’re nothing but nice,” you said.

“You didn’t sue my parents when you had every right to. The accident was dad’s fault,” said Dean. “You’re the nice one.”

“Like you said, it was an accident,” you said.

“Still though,” he said. He looked at you, really looked at you and it took you half a second to realize he was closer.

He pressed his lips to yours, so soft and gentle and before you could even decide how you felt he was pulling away.

“Sorry. I had to kiss you at least once before you kicked me out of your life for good,” he said.

“I’m not...why would you think that?” you asked.

“I’m good at getting kicked out of people’s lives, that’s why,” he said.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you said.

“I can’t keep going back on this with you. Either you’re my friend or you’re not. Make a choice, right now. Please,” he said.

“We’re friends,” you said with a nod, not really sure what that meant at the moment considering what just happened. You opened the car door, pausing for a second. “Thanks.”

“Next time you’re buying,” he said with a smile.

“Sure thing,” you said.

“Was that okay?” he asked. “Kissing you?”

“It wasn’t not okay,” you said. “You said it earlier. Let’s be friends first.”

“Alright,” he said, catching your arm before you got out. “Earlier today in your car when you were upset...did your parents say you couldn’t come to Thanksgiving or something?”

“No. We aren’t having it is all,” you said. “They’re out of the country right now.”

“Do you want to come to ours?” asked Dean. “If you want. I know it’ll be weird with my parents but-“

“I’ve never actually gone to one,” you said. “Do you really make all that food?”

“I’ll pick you up at 11. Jeans are perfectly acceptable too,” he said. “And we totally make a ton of food.”

“I don’t…” you said, stopping yourself. You could wear makeup and something with a high collar, maybe a turtleneck. “If it’s okay with you family.”

“Yeah, of course it is,” he said.

“I guess I’ll see you in a couple days then,” you said.

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

A/N: Read Part 4 here!

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comebackbehere23 · 7 years ago

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For @bisexualblossoms

“I told you that it wasn’t a good idea, that he’s grieving, but he told me that he wants to go on a date. He wants it to be real.” Kevin whispers with wide, excited eyes. “What do I do?”

“Well, there’s no simple answer…”

Cheryl pretty much blacks out as Veronica begins to talk. It’s Saturday afternoon and for some strange reason, her girlfriend isn’t with her. She tries to remember why they thought spending the day apart was a good idea, something about the heart growing fonder with distance. Honestly? Cheryl is kicking herself for making that ridiculous statement; no matter where Toni is, her heart is pretty damn fond of the woman who owns it.

“Cheryl, what do you think?” Veronica asks.

Cheryl blinks herself back to reality, “I agree with everything you said.”

“You weren’t even listening.” Veronica points out with a playful roll of her eyes. “How do you know I didn’t just say that I was going to sell your girlfriend back to the Land of Oz?”

“What are you trying to imply?” Cheryl demands.

“She’s obviously a munchkin who somehow escaped the clutches of Glinda.” Veronica shrugs. “I could fit her in my pocket.”

“She isn’t going anywhere.” Cheryl declares. “And if you tried to sell her back then I’d obviously just buy Oz. Nobody gets to own my girlfriend.”

Kevin smiles adoringly, “You love her so much.”

“I do.” Cheryl nods. “And that is why I’m cutting this lovely afternoon short. I miss her and I would very much like to see her.”

“Oh, we don’t mind hanging out with her.” Kevin assures her as he turns his attention to his phone. “I have been dying to ask where she got those studded boots from.”

Veronica smirks as Cheryl’s eyes narrow, “I don’t think she’s up for sharing Toni today, Kev. We’re being kicked out.”

“At least someone gets it.” Cheryl hums. “I enjoyed our time together, but I really just want Toni to come over and sleep with me.”

Kevin gags, “Gross.”

“I’m serious.” Cheryl grins as she grabs her phone from the bedside table. “Now, you know your way out. I’ll see you Monday. Toodles, loves.”

“I can’t believe she’s kicking us out just so she can bone Toni.” Kevin pouts. “I’ll remember this, Cheryl. I am hurt.”

“Come on, Kevin,” Veronica giggles as she pushes him towards the door. “I’ll buy you a milkshake for all your pain.”

“At least you love me.” Kevin sniffles.

Cheryl rolls her eyes as they disappear, “Drama queen. And that’s coming from me.”

“Ah, fuck you!”

“Watch it, Topaz. You almost blew me up.”

“Fangs won’t stop…fuck you, you dick. We’re on the same team!” Toni growls as she gives Sweet Pea a hard nudge.

“Man, you guys suck.” Fangs chuckles with an amused shake of his head. “I thought if I let you guys team up that it’d be more of a challenge, but you still can’t beat me.”

“Fuck off.” Sweet Pea huffs.

“Gah! Sweets, what the hell? You just blew up my fucking car.” Toni whines. “I never want to be on a team wit you again, you fucking hamburger. How the fuck do you just blow my shit up like that?”

Sweet Pea bursts into laughter, “You call me and hamburger and then follow it with more cursing? You’re too cute, Tiny.”

“I am not cute.” Toni flushes. “I’m a badass.”

“I highly doubt your Northsider would call you a badass. I’ve seen you with your precious princess, you are a complete dork.” Fangs smirks as he swerves into Sweet Pea’s character. “You’ve lost your B card, dude.”

“At least I’ve got a girlfriend, a lot more than I can say for the two of you single bozos.” Toni points out as she mashes her buttons. “And my girl knows I’m a total badass.”

The sound of a ping causes Toni to pause and she immediately drops her controller as she fumbles for her phone. Beside her, Sweet Pea watches with eyes that shine with mirth while Fangs struggles to hold back a loud laugh. It’s near impossible to stay silent as they watch Toni finally dig her phone from her jacket pocket only to drop it and lunge eagerly for it. It’s hard for them to adjust to this side of Toni, the side that drops everything just to answer a text from her girlfriend (a girlfriend who has her own private text tone, mind you).

My Baby: Come over. I want to sleep with you.

“Gag.” Sweet Pea scoffs.

Toni flashes him a glare, “Watch it.”

“What a formal way to ask for a booty call.” Fangs snorts. “Your girl talks like she was raised by Shakespeare. Although, it’s a lot better than some ass texting you some shit like come over so we can fuck.”

“Good point.” Sweet Pea nods as he turns his attention back to their game. “Gotta say, Blossom is a definite improvement since your last one. What was his name? Jacob? Jackson?”

“Greyson. His name was Greyson.” Toni mumbles as she stands to grab her stuff. “And he was an ass, but you two treated him like trash.”

“We know a garbage can when we see one.” Fangs shrugs. “Where are we going? We still have ten minutes left in the game.”

“Sorry, boys,” Toni sighs. “Babe needs me.”

Sweet scrunches his nose, “Yuck. Have fun with your booty call. Call us when you’re done and we can meet up for some pool at the Wyrm.”

“Not a booty call!” Toni calls over her shoulder.

“Sure.” Fangs nods.

“Of course it’s not.” Sweet Pea laughs.

“Bye, bitches!”

“She’s totally going to get laid.” Fangs murmurs as he focuses his attention on the game while Toni slips from the trailer.

Sweet Pea gives a lopsided grin, “Oh, most definitely.”

Cheryl smiles as she feels the bed dip before a warm hand slides up her bare calf. Immediately, her eyes close as lips dance along her shoulder. As soon as Toni is hovering over her, Cheryl rolls onto her back and fists leather hard enough to pull Toni down onto her. Just like that, everything melts away as Cheryl presses her lips to Toni until her lungs burn from neglect. With one last quick peck, Cheryl huffs as she pushes at the leather on Toni’s shoulder while settling back into her pillow.

“Miss me?” Toni smirks.

Cheryl peeks an eye open to watch as her girlfriend sheds her jacket, “Of course I did, that goes without saying. I don’t like having days away from you.”

“Why did we think that was a good idea again?” Toni frowns.

“I don’t know, but it’s never happening again.” Cheryl declares. “Now, take off your shoes and come hold me. I wanna nap.”

“The boys saw your text, they’re convinced this was a booty call.” Toni snorts.

“Kevin and Veronica assumed the same thing. If only they knew that it just meant that I wanted cuddles and a nap.” Cheryl grins. “Hurry up with those shoes, Topaz.”

“Gimme a second, these jeans are not napping material.” Toni grumbles as she kicks her jeans aside. “Fuck. That is so much better.”

Cheryl hums happily as Toni crawls in behind her and drops an arm around her waist, “Thank you for coming over, TT.”

“Always, babe.” Toni whispers. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” Cheryl yawns.

“Go to sleep, baby.” Toni orders as she tightens her arm around Cheryl’s waist. “After our nap, we can totally turn this into a booty call.”

Cheryl giggles in delight, “Whatever you want.”

With that, they both drift off.

#choni #cheryl blossom #toni topaz

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castielgirl19 · 6 years ago

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Who’s the real monster Part One

Post (13X22): Y/N Winchester happens to be the only human or thing, the Apocalypse World, Castiel, would talk too. And she is also the only person to see his wings, and hear how the sweet and innocent being came out to be a twisted version of himself. But when he refuses and resues to go on hunts with them, still not liking her brothers. They get into a arguement which leads to Y/N giving up asking him for help . But when Y/N and TFW 2.0 go to a bar, after a mission and AU Castiel isn't aware until Mary, Ketch and Bobby return...things start to turn quickly

Regular Castiel (Cas)/ AU Castiel (Castiel)

Warnings: Smut! Jealousy, mild language.

''So, what monster this time?'' You asked, placing yourself beside your brother, who was happily munching on a giant bacon cheeseburger. To which annoyed you, especially the moaning in pleasure, and she knew Dean liked doing it to get on her nerves.

''Not a monster,'' Dean mumbled through his food, placing his half eaten burger on the war table. As everyone gathered around it. Mary, Jack, Sam, Castiel, Ketch, and Apocalypse Bobby waited. ''A Nest, and get this wolves and vamps teaming up! Freaking Twilight! and I'm surprised. I thought killing the alpha meant killing all the vamps? Guess I was wrong.''

Before you or Sam could smirk, Dean glared, holding his hamburger again and taking another bite. Before he pointed a singer finger at you two. ''Not a word, either of you,'' Dean smirked. ''Bitch, Ass.''

''Jerk.'' Sam said, grinning.

''Asshole.'' You said too, grinning as well. Before turning your attention to the group. ''At least we have everything we need,'' You stated, lifting a hand too the group. ''Mom, Jack, B-Bobby, and two angels, including a very powerful nephilim. And an ex-serial monster killer.''

Sam smiled in response. ''That we do-''

''Actually, I can't fly.'' Cas pointed out, and you frowned, and Sam's smile dropped. While Jack walked over and touched the seraph's head to heal his grace, but nothing happened. ''Thank you Jack, but it won't work this time, my wings need to rest.''

''So, Y/n,'' Mary said, her gaze turning toward you, as Jack and the other's left the room. ''Is umm...You know who going to help us? We could use his help.'' She said, her eyes shimmering with hope.

And you sighed, shrugging your shoulder's. Before looking behind you where the hallway to the room's were, then back at your mom. You knew she was right, you and the little group were about to go against a big nest, apparently wolves and vamps teaming up.

Sounding like Twilight all over again.

And You knew how weak and powerless your Cas was. But the other Castiel had no issue, he could come and go as he wanted, and heal or in his way torture a human he wanted. And you guys could use his torture skills to kill the wolves and the vamps, well the bad ones.

With a sigh and look at your mom you nodded. ''Okay, I'll talk to him.'' You said, and you frowned, knowing he wasn't going to help, even if you were going on the hunt he wasn't gonna. So, turning around and heading to Castiel's room, where you could hear a distant sound of music being played. Passing by your brother's and Mom's and Cas's room. You stopped when you arrived at your room.

Looking up at the shut door, you took a deep breath closing your eyes , hoping all went well. Before you opened them and spoke. ''Castiel?! It's me! Can I come in?!'' You asked, and you knew it seemed weird to ask to be let into you own bedroom, but you didn't care or mind.

Everything was silent. Until the sound of the Music being shut off as well as approaching footsteps coming to the door caught your attention. And the door opened to reveal Castiel, who looked slightly annoyed or grumpy to have his silent moment interrupted by a human.

And you couldn't help but smile, but you tried and tried to avoid looking up at his ginormous black wings. And you didn't want to ask why only you could see them or why you couldn't see your Cas's wings.

You must have fazed out because, a hand was suddenly shaking you. You slightly yelped back into reality and saw Castiel waiting, all decked in one of Dean's AC/DC Shirt's and plain old shorts, with crossed arms, leaning against the frame.

''Are you with me?'' He asked, and you felt your body shiver every time he talked, Damn that German Accent. But at least he was still in Jimmy's body. ''Did you need something, Y/n?''

You nodded, meeting his eyes. The white one looking at nothing while the blue stared at you. And Ever since you met this Castiel, you felt sparks, and for some reason...safe.

And when you and your brother's brought him back, to see if he knew anything about Apocalypse Michael. You two instantly connected, you were the only one to calm him, and right when you saw him it was like if time froze, and you had also seen his wings.

Clearing your throat you swallowed. ''Um, we're going on a hunt-''

''As I said before...''Castiel said, his accent much deeper, as rolled his eyes. ''I will not partake in anything the Winchester's or any other human does. Unless it's just you and me on a hunt.''

You groaned, and glared at the angel. ''You do get I am also a Winchester? Right?'' You asked, raising both eyebrow's in question. And Castiel scowled, eyes dropping down to the floor. But you lowered your head to make eye contact. ''Then why don't you hate me? I want to know, what make's me so freaking special to you that you would rather kill my brothers than me?''

Castiel looked at you in shock, eyes slightly widened. And you noticed his wing's were now behind him as if they offered some kind of protection to him. Finally with a deep sigh, Castiel locked eyes with you, and you loved how different colored they were.

''F-for the first time,'' He stuttered. ''I-I feel.''

You narrowed your eyes at him. ''Feel what? Happy?'' You joked, but frowned instantly when he looked back at you suddenly angry, the calm, non killing Castiel gone. Now replaced with old torture Castiel, who was glaring down at you as if you were his next victium.

''You are so frustrating!'' He sneered, teeth showing, his lip beginning to twitch. ''You don't like to listen. You and the rest of the hairless apes of the this world never do. You all just want desire, you crave it, until your mind's aren't completely upstairs.''

You growled back, this time getting a little closer. ''Well maybe we would listen, if you and the rest of the garrison, could stop being a giant load of dicks!'' You yelled, not caring if your brother's heard. ''And all we wanted from you was help on this hunt. But no, you need your rest. Just thinking about yourself all this time-''

Castiel tried to open his mouth. But you talked over him. ''But as far as I stand all of you, besides my Cas and Jack and Gabriel....Are Dicks, but I-'' You gasped, as Castiel suddenly pinned you to the wall opposite of your door, wing's flared reaching to the ceiling.

''You spoiled little Tart!'' Castiel all but growled, eyes almost glowing blue, his arm over your chest pinning you. And your head hurt a little I mean it wasn't soft. ''You think you know me? You think you know everything?'' He growled. ''And yet you seem to let everyone you ever love die, well I can't be surprised at all I mean, it's what you always seem to do.''

You tried to talk but his glare silenced your voice. ''If I you can't get through your tiny little head of everything happening, '' He growled, his fists tightening. ''I will make sure you do.''

You felt your heart shatter at that, what did he mean by he'd make sure she'd know. You were about to ask, when you noticed both his arm's were raised and his hands were reaching for the sides of your head. He wouldn't.....

''Don't!'' You screamed,pushing him back, slightly surprised you managed to get him off. Castiel stumbled, taken aback by her strength. ''After what I've done for you?''. You said, eyes glassy, your feelings too hurt to notice the regret and hurt in Castiel's eyes. ''Y-You try to-''..

''No! That was-'' Castiel tried to reach for you, but pulled back. Eyes looking anywhere but him, feeling as if the world had been tipped over. ''Y-Y/N?''

Slowly you looked up not meeting his eyes, but his wings. His wing's were flapping dangerously and trying to reach desperately for you, as if they wanted to protect you. But you shook your head your emotions going cold, if this is how Castiel wanted it, then so be it.

''Well, I'll tell the hairless apes not to ask you for anything.'' You replied, no emotion in your voice, not even looking at the Angel, who was trying to reach for you agian. But the moment you felt his hand's you slapped them away. ''Don't. You Ever. Touch Me. Or anyone else ever again.''

Ignoring and not looking at him, you quickly ran after your brother's and the small group of fighters for the case. All along hearing Castiel calling your name. But you didn't give a shit. No not anymore, if Castiel was going to kill you then so be it.

Exiting the bunker, you run over to the Impala. Where Sam, Dean, Mary and Cas sat. Which left no room for you which meant only one thing.

''Finally!'' Dean hollered, poking his head out the window, and getting everyone's attention. ''So, is Angel boy 2.0 joining us?'' He asked, and you gave him a look and Dean sighed, before hitting the steering wheel in frustration.

''I'm sor-''

''Don't.'' Dean growled, eyes angry, not at you but Castiel. ''Not your fault, who knew another version of Cas would be, such a giant supper dick.''

You smiled, before getting right down to buisness. ''So, who am I driving with?'' You asked, and Dean smirked, you knew that look. ''Please don't tell me....''

''Yes, well, I'm afraid unless your angel can make the car bigger,'' Ketch began, walking over, while Bobby and Jack you noticed waited in the car next to Deans. ''You're with me, Jack and your other world friend.''

You sighed deeply, you hated Ketch with your very well being. But right now you hated Castiel even more, so what the hell. To everyone's surprise you went straight over to the car and got in the back, where Jack sat, his innocent eyes looking at you.

''Damn, something must have happened in the bunker to piss her off.'' Dean said, chuckling softly, even though he felt worried. ''Because she never goes with Ketch without a fight.''

''I heard that.'' Ketch replied, getting into the driver's seat of the other car, while Dean started the ignition. As well as Ketch and drove off. While you sat silently beside Jack, fighting back tears, not wanting to look weak in front of Ketch or Bobby.

But it seemed you couldn't hide anything from a Nephilim. As suddenly time was frozen and Jack was looking at you innocently. ''Y/N, I sense you are sad,'' He said,and you turned to look at him, time still frozen. ''What happened in the bunker?''

You swallowed, and suddenly you couldn't hold them in and sobbed into Jack's chest. Making the young angel-kid, frown deeply. You were like a mother to him and he'd be damned if you were sad or hurt. And that's when he caught sight of a little blood on the back of your head, and he instantly touched you healing you.

You looked at him in confusion. ''W-What did you just do?'' You asked, while Jack tried to keep his anger under control. ''What's wrong?''

''W-who made you bleed? Who hurt you?'' He growled, and you were taken aback. So apperently Castiel did end up making you bleed when he had pinned you. Now looking at Jack, who's eyes were a sliver from turning gold, you swallowed.

''C-Castiel, the other Castiel, he-''You paused, and Jack squeezed your hand comforting you, even though he was holding everything back not to scream. ''He tried to use his torture skill he did on humans in the apocalypse world on me...''

Instantly Jack's eyes turned gold and quickly he hugged you. His wing's wrapping around you which you couldn't see. ''He won't hurt you,'' He growled, promising, kissing your head. ''I won't let him, even if that means I have to kill a version of Castiel.''

You smiled, your tears dried up, and your face thanks to Jack normal with no tear stains. ''Thank you Jack,'' You smiled, kissing his cheek, just as he unfroze time, and Ketch and Bobby seemed unfazed. ''Just don't tell anyone between you and me.''

Jack nodded. ''Between you and me.''

AfterMath

''What do you guy's think about that new bar we passed a couple miles back?'' Dean asked, as you and the other's packed up your weapons, after killing every vamp and werewolf you could find. ''I think it's called 'The family Business'. ''

You raised a brow, ''Great title,'' You shrugged, as Sam, got in the Impala, which meant anyone going with Dean, was going to the bar. And then Cas went in much to your surprise knowing he wasn't really a drinker, but maybe he just wanted to spend time with you guys. And suddenly Jack got in.

Oh Hell No.

Wait....

''Jack, how old are you?'' You asked, and the boy turned his head and smiled. While Mary and Ketch threw they're stuff into Ketch's car along with Bobby.

''Mary said I am twenty-one.'' He replied.

And you took a deep breath in relief. Before you looked between Mary and Ketch and Your brother's and the two Angel's in the backseat. Before making a decision that shocked everyone, well not Mary, Ketch and Bobby, or Jack. But at least your brother's and Cas.

''I want to come with you guys,'' You said, avoiding Dean's shocked gaze, and feeling everyone's eyes on you made your skin prickle. ''What? Do I have something on my face?!''

Dean shook his head. ''No, it's just...''He glanced into the car at Sam and Cas, before shaking his head. ''Nevermind. There's an extra seat, Jack can scoot in the middle.''

''Thank you,'' You smiled, and Dean smiled in return, before he got in slamming the door. While Mary and Ketch and Bobby got in the other car. Before you got into the Impala, staring out the window like you did before, hoping this time Jack wouldn't freeze time.

''You guys coming?!'' Dean hollered over the engine of the Impala, and Ketch shook his head.

''We'll meet you at the bunker!'' He hollered back. ''Someone has to watch the other version of your angel friend. Because I don't think letting him go free his wise!''

''For the first time, you and I agree!'' Dean exclaimed, before Ketch drove off, and Dean drove you all to the new bar 'The Family Business'

After a few miles of awkward silence. You felt a hand touch you, and you looked to see Jack giving you a look of concern, and that's when you realized he was raising his hand to freeze time once more, but you shook your head. ''No, Jack.'' You whispered, taking his hand. ''Not again.''

''Not what again?'' Cas suddenly asked, and you almost hit yourself knowing the angel had mild concern when it came to you. ''Y/N, Jack, Is there something wrong?''

Instantly you shook your head, and Dean and Sam's attention was brought to you. And you avoided Dean's gaze knowing if he looked at you he would tell you were lying.

''No, just catching up on old times,'' You smiled, until the image of Castiel pinning you and almost killing you or torturing you made you take a deep breath. ''So, who decided to call the bar the family business?''

Dean smirked and shrugged. ''Don't know, but the man has good taste, what was his name?'' Dean asked, looking at Sam who was on his laptop researching, eyes furrowed in concentration, before Dean slapped his arm. ''Hey! What's the dude's name? That own's the bar?''

Sam glared at Dean mumbling under his breath. Before researching it up. ''A-uh, Jensen Ackles who is married to a women named Danneel Ackles. Apparently they are actor's, and are-''

''Wait, wasn't I known as Jensen Ackles back when, flyboy over there,'' Dean paused sticking a thumb into Castiel's direction. ''Decided to play God and have Balthazar teleport us into some messed up world. Where you were Jared Padalecki and Y/n, Y/A/N Collins''

''Oh, and don't forget, Misha.'' You laughed, and Dean and Sam did too. ''What kind of a name was Misha Collins anyway?''

''And weren't you two married?'' Sam asked, with a raised brow. Making you glare at him, remembering how sweet and gentle Misha had been. And remembering you and Misha's kids, what was their names? Oh, West and Maison. You missed it there.

''Yep,'' You replied, just as Sam shut his laptop. And leaned back. Knowing it was going to take minutes to arrive at the Family Business.

Later:

As soon as you and the boys went inside the bar. You were taken away by the size of it and the decor. There was a mechanical bull, which had already a few or more people waiting, And then there was the karaoke, and huge television screens with football, basketball, TV Show's you name it.

Upon ordering you watched unsurprised as a black haired women walked over, looking at Dean with a small smirk, as she took your order's. You decided to go with something small, not wanting to get drunk, not after what you did back in high school. Which had Dean laughing for days, and Sam giving you looks of pity and your dad, John Winchester looking so dissapointed.

''I love this place!'' Dean smirked,just as the girl came back setting your drinks out, before she leaned down and whispered something into Dean's ear, and you watched as he bit his lip. Eyes twinkling with desire before he nodded. ''Well Kiddo's,'' Dean said, wrapping his arm around her, making you and Sam roll your eyes. ''I'm off, you guys have some fun.''

You just took a sip of your wine in answer. Before you watched Jack take a sip of his drink, and smiled a little when the boy's face scrunched up, you couldn't tell either from disgust or confusion. Until the boy smiled and happily sipped some more.

Cas on the other hand just sat there, holding a water in his hand. As if Cas could feel you looking at him, his eyes turned to you, making you blush, and him smile softly. Ever since you met him you had a crush on the adorable angel. But then there was Castiel, and that's when you made your decision.

Getting up you made your way to the bar and sat there, waiting for a man. It seemed she didn't have to wait long as a huge man not as huge as Sam but at least Dean's huge came over and grinned at you, his brown eyes glassed over with desire and need.

''My, Darling,'' He said, taking a seat. ''Aren't you sexy. And two more drinks.''

You smirked, and decided to go with this man's game. So, smiling, you moved your hair aside and gave the man a look. ''Hi, handsome what's your name?'' You asked, almost disgusted at the way you sounded. So like Dean, but not.

''Thomas, and yours darling?'' He asked, smirking as well, as he scooted closer so his knees brushed yours. And you smiled back at him, before giving him another fake lust filled look.

''Y/N.''

''So, Y/N what brings a fine looking girl out here?'' Thomas asked, sipping his drink, while you did the same, savoring the taste of your wine. ''Because I know there has to be a reason? Husband? Boyfriend issues?'' He asked, and you almost spat out your drink.

''Y-Yeah, but he's not my boyfriend,'' You replied, and at this Thomas smirked. ''I'm just came here to forget him for the night, but it seems I can't even do that!'' You exclaimed slamming your empty wine glass down. And Thomas laughed.

''What?'' You asked.

''You won't get result's with wine, Darling,'' He said, before whispering something in the bar tender's ear, before looking back at you, as the bar tender made your drinks. ''How about we both forget our problems tonight? What do you say?'' He asked.

Just as the Bar Tender came back with your drinks. And you lifted one up, and looked at it and smelled it. Of course, Beer, but if it could help your forget about Castiel. You smirked back, lifting the glass to him, and him doing the same. ''I say, yes.''

Meanwhile Jack and Cas were watching you. Jack was concerned and confused, while Cas was sad and angry. He never in his years, has seen you hook up with some random dude, that was mostly Dean's thing. Sam had left with a girl of his own, so Dean had to give him a ride. Which left Jack and Cas alone, but Jack could teleport so they shouldn't worry.

''Something's wrong.'' Cas whispered suddenly, and Jack looked up. ''Y/N Is never this way in a bar or hardly ever goes to bar's.''

Jack felt shame rise in his chest for not telling Cas why you went. But when he looked to you. You were nodding your head for them to leave. And Jack got the message grabbing Cas's hand, but also feeling worried for Y/N.

''Jack?'' Cas began, but Jack just teleported them to the bunker, leaving Y/N and Thomas.

Bunker: Mary, Ketch, Bobby Arrive.

''Stupid fucking hands!''

Punch, Castiel punched the wall again, his anger at himself getting the best of him. As he replayed what happened.

''Stupid Fucking emotions!'' He growled, delivering another solid punch into the wall. This time making some crumble.

''Stupid Fucking Y/N!'' He was so mad, he didn't hear the door slam shut to the bunker nor the footsteps, as he delivered another blow to the wall. ''Stupid Fucking Me!''

At the last part Castiel let himself lean against the part of the wall the was unbeaten, taking deep breath's to calm himself down. He never, never meant to scare her. Ever since she had convinced his other self not to kill him , he was forever in her favor and gratitude.

But when he was taken to they're side. He saw something in her eyes that he had never seen before, hope, faith and her soul. Oh, how her soul shined, and how his grace, his trueform called out to one another. It was like if they were meant to be, and he knew deep down they were. But after what he did and said to the women he loved, he knew he blew it.

So, taking his anger on the unsuspecting wall's of the Bunker, seemed to make him feel a little better but not enough. He suddenly remembered the word's that his world's Naomi said, and her exact words. On how Humans were apes and nothing more than bugs to them. And he remembered how in his younger days, before they completely broke his mind. When he cared and loved humanity, and the animals.

The worst of all was all the killings he committed, he remembered killing the only angel beside's Hannah who followed and trusted him, Samandriel. And he was nothing but a little boy if he was in human age. And Castiel remembered when Naomi blinded him his right eye. And how she had messed up his voice, so he didn't sound like 'Jimmy Novak' anymore instead he sounded German.

But the experience and almost hurting but not meaning to, Y/N, was the worst one of them all. Even worse when Castiel had killed Anna when she was trying to save a child.

Castiel's thoughts and utter torment were broken when a small comforting hand placed itself on his shoulder. He flinched slightly, but did not strike out, instead, putting on a smile. He turned around expecting to see her. ''Y/N, I am so sorry for what-'' He stopped talking when he saw it wasn't you, but your mother, Mary Winchester, looking at him in concern.

''Ah, Mary Winchester.'' Castiel said, looking at the women who had given birth to three wonderful children. As well as his light and love, Y/n. ''W-What are you doing here?''

Mary bit her lip. Pretending she had not just witnessed another version of her friend beat the living daylights out of his vessels knuckles and the wall, which now had a gaping hole. She only looked at him in concern, and she had sent Bobby and Ketch downstairs while she had a talk with the Angel.

''I-We um,'' Mary stuttered, before placing her hand's on her hips. ''We could hear you from downstairs. Ketch wanted to be the one to see what was going on, but I decided to see it for myself.''

Castiel could feel his cheeks redden in embarrassment, and his wing's flap. As he took in everything Mary said, they had heard everything he said and did. So, looking into the women's eyes, he gazed into them and saw her eyes were the same color's as yours.

Wait if Mary, Ketch and Bobby were back that must mean.

''Is Y/N here?'' He quickly asked, as the thought came to him, Mary shook her head no, and the angel suddenly grew worried. ''S-She's not....''' He paused unable to finish the sentence.

Mary shook her head again. ''Heaven's no!'' She laughed, gently placing a hand on his arm to calm him which it did a little. ''They just went out to a new bar up the road.''

Castiel froze at that. A bar? How he hated those places. They were den's on iniquity and he would never allow himself to be in that situation. Wait if Y/N, Dean, his otherself and Sam and Jack went out, then Y/N should be fine.

Feeling relieved he was about ask Mary something when the rustling of feather's in Y/N's room, made him and Mary turn to see Jack and his other self standing there.

''You guys are back early?'' Mary said, crossing her arms, as Jack locked eyes with Castiel making him uncomfortable as the young boy glared at him, and if he wasn't mistaken there was a hint of gold in his death glare. ''Where's my boys and girl?''

Cas smiled reassuringly, and told her. ''Dean and Sam are out with they're, um.'' Cas said feeling uncomfortable, which made Castiel grin as he crossed his arms. ''And Y/N is about to Netflix and Chill.'' He replied, sticking a thumbs up.

''What's Netflix and Chill?'' Castiel asked, furrowing his brows, and Mary's face went deep red. ''And why does it involve Y/N? And why is she alone?! You should be protecting her?''

Cas was taken aback, but explained to his other self what the statement meant. ''It means in 'Dean's case Y/N is going to have intercourse with some random dude from the bar. And she looked happy so me and Jack decided to leave.''

Instantly the color in Castiel's face drained, and his wing's flared, his grace angrily going through them. He couldn't believe what he heard, his one and only beloved, was going to mate with, with, a human and worst of all someone she didn't know. W-What if the hurt her, he felt jealousy rise in his chest like a time bomb about to go off before he looked at Mary and Cas, while Jack left the room.

''C-Can I check on her,'' He asked, catching Cas and Mary's attention instantly. ''Please, just to see if she is alright, then I will come straight back, I promise. She's, She's my best friend.''

Cas was at a loss for words, and he knew that every word his other self spoke was true. And he knew he just wanted to see if you were alright he would have wanted to do the same thing, if only his wing's were working. So, before Mary could answer he surprised them both.

''Yes,'' He said, and Castiel gave him a small smile about to fly off until Cas grabbed his arm. ''But if you run, I will hunt you down.''

Castiel nodded and vanished out of they're sight. While Mary just stood there like a deer in the headlights.

Bar

''That sounds hilarious!'' You laughed, almost chocking on your own laugh, as you slammed what appeared to be your seventh or eighth drink, and here you were now with Thomas, who was telling you a story about how he dunked someone before, and how you were sitting in his lap. ''Anymore stories?'' You asked.

Thomas smirked, placing his drink down, before he wrapped his arms around your waist and hips. Which made you smile and smirk, as you placed yours down as well. Before he suddenly drew his face closer to your's making you almost gag in disgust his breath stunk and so maybe did yours.

''Let's forget about stories for right now, okay?'' Thomas said, and you nodded, and Thomas looked at you as if you were his last meal. And unknown to you, you were. ''Let's, go, the bar's closing.''

You nodded, and tried to get off his lap, but he didn't let you and you went for your knife until suddenly, you saw him, standing in front of you. Even though you were drunk, you still had hunter skills. And you gave a gasp of relief of Castiel, all decked in his apocalypse world clothes standing in front of you.

''Come with me, honeybee.'' He smirked wickedly, crooking a finger at you, and you couldn't argue and felt yourself go to him, You felt his leather clad arm wrap around you, and he kissed you, stifling our cries as you wrapped your arms around his neck, as he wrapped your legs around his hips. And you groaned when you felt him. ''That's it honey bee show me how much you want me.''

Before you could answer. The rustling of feather's caught both of your attention, but when looked up, you froze as you saw another Castiel, but the Castiel that you had left at the Bunker standing there. What the hell? Two Apocalypse Castiel's?

Suddenly the imposter Castiel that was holding you growled in anger and dropped you, and tried to escape but the real Castiel came and grabbed the other him by the shoulders.. He was about to kill whatever the thing was, when the face and body transformed into...you.

''W-What trickery is this?!'' Castiel snarled, as the imposter you opened her E/C, eyes and smiled innocently at your angel. Who was still glaring at the fake you in anger and deep and utter confusion. ''W-what are you...why do you have her face?!''

Castiel raised his arms to kill this imposter, but the fake you smiled wickedly, and just looked at Castiel's arms like nothing was going to happen.

''You can't hurt me, Castiel.'' Fake you smiled, stepping closer so she was inches from meeting Castiel's lips, which were twitching. ''At least, well....not again anyway's.'' The fake you purred, batting her lashes to seduce the angered angel.

Unaware of the real you, slightly sitting up and clutching your head, hissing and pulling back when you felt a deep gash on the back of it. Before holding out your hand and you saw blood. But as you gazed up, you could hear everything fake you and Castiel were saying. And you instantly well not really, but enough to wake you up, buzz of worry and anger mixed together, waking you from your drunk state.

Castiel avoided fake you's gaze and looked down at his hand's, seeing his skin, until the fake you decided to turn back into Castiel from the apocalypse world and smirked. Your eyes widened as you saw the real Castiel had given up, but you hadn't. You knew what it was...Skin-walker. And worst of all it had Castiel's memories, and you hoped not your's.

So, without even hesitating or thinking, you reached into your leather jacket to get the silver blade to kill the creature. But froze when it's voice who sounded like the real Castiel drawled out.

''Well, would you look at that!'' Fake Castiel exclaimed, catching real Castiel's attention. ''It seems our guest has awakened! How about showing her at home? Shall we?''

The real Castiel didn't say anything, and you watched in horror as the fake Castiel undid his gloves which you thought were hot to be honest, but your heart fell when it handed them to Castiel, who looked down at them. Before glancing at you, and you noticed for the first time, his wing's were spread out in attack mode.

''Do what we've always done, Castiel.'' The Fake Castiel taunted, as the real one placed the gloves on his hand's before pulling each one up until they reached his wrist. Before he looked at his fake self, who was looking at you hungrily. ''Kill her! Kill this filthy hairless ape-'' Fake Castiel said, stepping towards you, much to your horror. ''Kill this being that No-''

''Aghhh!'' The fake Castiel exclaimed in pain, and you watched in relief and shock, as the real Castiel stood behind him, gripping his own silver blade which he had driven through the skinwalker's chest. The Skinwalker looked at Castiel in shock and pain.

Castiel leaned in close so his mouth was right next to the dying SkinWalker's ear and growled. ''If you're wondering why I'm doing this,'' He sneered, his lips twitching once again, as you braced yourself against the wall. ''If you think this is because you are a monster, born one just like all the other's out there. You. were. wrong. So, tell me why I'm doing this?''

Quickly Castiel twisted the blade even more, torturing the Skinwalker even more, making it clutch desperatrly at the blade tears if pain running down it's face. Even though you were relieved he was saving you, you were disappointed that he had broke your promise to not torture anyone again.

''Tell. Me.'' Castiel growled, twisting the blade once more, making the skinwalker cry once more. You tried to get up to stop Castiel but you were felt to weak, until Castiel suddenly placed a hand onto the creatures head, making it's eyes shine blue and cry in pain, before it slouched breathing heavily. ''Now! Tell me!''

You were about to shoot the dying creature with your hidden silver bullet gun. Not liking how Castiel handled it, it was like Ketch all over again. But froze when the creature who was now vomiting blood looked at you in pain.

''B-Because I hurt her,'' He cried, his eyes glossy, until you raised your gun and aimed it weakly at his head. And the creature looked to you. ''Do it, please, I can't take the pain any longer, please!'' It shouted, and you felt a little remorse and nodded, but before you could fire, you felt a unknown sensation trap you against the wall, making you wince as your new wound hit the wall.

''Shit,'' You hissed, not liking the way you can now see spots in your vision which meant you were merely seconds from going out cold, if it happened again. And you tried to move, but the unknown force was there again, and you whimpered, which gained the dying creatures attention, while Castiel was too caught up in his torture act. As more blood streaked down your neck this time some managed to wizzle it's way on your chest.

''Y-You think I was the only one?'' The skinwalker weezed out with a bloody cough, which dribbled on Castiel a little. Before he turned his gaze back to you. ''Look again, the reason I wanted her was because...I was never loved as a child, I was a freak, but...It seem's monster's don't get there way. And she from the way she speaks was like me, but look at her now, and say who's really hurting her?''

You felt like crying to the Skinwalker's story, she knew some were good. Like the dog guy, he had killed people but people that were bad, and then the women one who helped Jack mourn over the loss of Kelly Kline his mother, and helped her when she thought Cas was dead. Mourn over his death as well by looking like them.

You froze when you felt Castiel's gaze on you, and you looked away. But when the sound of metal, and a body hitting the floor, you knew Castiel had come running, and you looked up when you felt his wing's touching you. And you saw Castiel leaning down in a squat position to see if you were hurt, just as the Skinwalker let out it's last words.

''Seem's like I'm not the only monster,'' It whispered, before looking at you, and you almost cried since it looked like Castiel. ''Thank you Y/N, for treating me like a human being for the first and last time in my life...''

As quick as the creature talked and thrived. It was dead.

''Y/n? Are you alright?'' Castiel whispered, worry in voice, as his leather gloved hand's gently touched your cheeks, trying to at least make your look at him. But you didn't and it pained him, when you didn't. ''Y/n, you have-''

''Have to what? Break your promise?'' You finished, glaring up at the hurt angel who's eye's widened when he looked down at his hand's and then at the dead skinwalker. ''You promised me you wouldn't hurt or torture anyone, anymore!''

Castiel's vessel's heart stopped, and he violently shook his head. ''No, no, I thought that dreadful creature was hurting you.'' He tried to explain, his wing's still wrapped around you, since his grace had let you go, after he had seen you were hurt. ''I came here to see if you were alright, and found you kissing, a-another me.''

You blushed but still felt angry, and shook yourself from his hold. Ignoring the hurt look in the angel's eyes, or the way his wing's were on edge for you. You heard him sigh in frustration, before you heard footsteps, and you knew if you turned you would be face to face with him.

''W-Would you like me to take you back to the bunker?'' He whispered,behind you causing shivers. ''The other's including your mother are worried for you.''

Sighing you turned crossing your arms, and faced him. He was holding out a single gloved hand out, waiting for you to take it. And you watched to many musical's and horror films to know when someone with a gloved hand holds it out it meant the end for you. So, with a glare at the angel, you declined it, making him lower his hand, his frown deepening.

''Y/n, we should talk-''

''No.'' You snapped, turning away and looking at the skinwalker's body before grabbing the front part of it, and dragging it across the wooden floorboards to outside, when it suddenly disappeared. ''What the?''

Looking behind you, you saw Castiel's hand raised and knew he must have vanished the body somewhere. But you were so not bothering to thank him. Not after what he did to the skinwalker, I mean stabbing it would have been fine but twisting and twisting until it cried. That was enough,you were done. With him, with hope and with yourself. And done with the one thing you felt like you could never have, from him or anyone, love.

''Y/n.'' Castiel began, but you were already walking away, and to the door of the bar. Not surprised the bar owner left you and the skinwalker to clean up afterwards. ''Y/n, wait.'' you heard Castiel plead once more, and you felt like your were about to cry at how broken he sounded, but not falling for it you began walking to the door once more, not looking back and surprised that Castiel was telling you to wait but wasn't stopping you.

Guess he finally learned

After leaving Castiel at the bar, you were walking to the bunker, not trusting Castiel as far as you could throw him to not fly off with you and kill you. But you regretted not letting him heal you, since you were angry and scared at what he did to the creature. You felt behind your head once and felt the wound, you were worried at how deep it was, it might even need stitching.

But shaking your head you maintained your mission on going home, to the bunker. It was when you felt something go down your chest and neck that made you stop and get distracted again, looking down you froze as more blood was getting soaked into your shirt, making you sigh deeply.

''Could any of this shit, possibly get any worse?!'' You asked, glaring as you took your shirt in your hand, and glared at the sky. But it seemed God or Chuck whatever he called himself now, was not on your side, as rain started to sprinkle down, and hard it did. ''Son-of-a-Bitch! Chuck! Why! Why do I deserve this?!''

You instantly wrapped your arms around yourself, as the rain got harder and harder. It felt like fifty degrees and it didn't help with your wound to the head, and as a matter of fact it just made the blood from your wound poor even more.

Quickly you began sprinting down the road, where there were no car's to be seen, or anything to be honest. She threw her leather hood over her head, and tried to calm her breathing, and find some place to sleep for tonight, because she wasn't getting back to the bunker.

''This is worse than anything I've ever been through,'' You groaned, as the wind picked up, making you pull on your jacket. ''And I met the freaking Devil. I should have went with, Castiel.''

Suddenly before you could say anything more, you didn't notice you had walked into the middle of the road, since it was dark outside and there was one of those night's where the moon was blocked. But what you did notice was the big lights of what appeared to be semi coming straight for you. But before you could do anything, a pair of familiar arm's wrapped around your small frame, and suddenly you were in a small but a nice looking hotel bedroom.

''What the hell?'' You breathed, ignoring the way your H/C, dripped onto your wet clothes. ''W-Where am I? Jack?'' You whispered hoping it was him. But when you felt a His chin against you cheek you instantly knew who it was, there was only one angel with a scruff. ''C-Castiel?''

Castiel looked down at you, still in his arms breathing heavily, with his wing's still wrapped around you. He could feel his vessel's heart pounding, in relief and shock, and fear that he had almost lost you. This time because of breaking your promise.

''Castiel? What are you doing here?'' You asked stuttering, quickly getting out of his hold, which made you wish you hadn't because you ended up cold again. But it seemed Castiel noticed because he instantly took off his leather trench coat the same one he wore in the other world, and wrapped it around you. Just as you sat on one of the kitchen chairs. ''And how are you not wet?''

Castiel smirked, even cold and scared you were so much like her brother, what was his name? Dean, and your mother Mary. ''To answer your first question, I never left your side.'' He said truthfully, and he did, since all he did was fly around you to make sure you were alright. ''And to answer your second question, I vanished with before the rain could get me.''

''Well....thank you,'' You smiled, but the look on Castiel's face as he sat on the chair next to you, looked like he didn't really feel you meant it, and you took one of his gloved hand's and held it to you. ''No! Castiel, really! if it wasn't for you I'd be-'' You paused, eyes meeting his, ''You know, that.''

Castiel smiled, and you smiled back, hugging his jacket more closer. And to be honest you loved the smell of it, and didn't care about the blood on it. Before you looked at him once more, and swallowed, remembering the argument between you both has to be resolved. And to be honest you felt it was mostly your fault, you had been too hard on him. I mean he came from another world, where he did thing's differently, than your Cas did. So with a deep breath, you knew you had to end this argument and apologize.

''Castiel,'' You whispered, still holding his hand, and he met your eyes, waiting for your response, and in turn squeezed your hand gently for comfort. ''I-I'm sorry, for what happened all day.''

Castiel's smile faulted into a frown. No this was his fault, he...he had hurt her, twice.

''Don't say that,'' He said softly, using his free hand to cup your cheek, while the other still held your hand. His eyes bored into your's which were on the verge of breaking. ''I-It was my fault, I-I knew deep down that other me should have killed me, and my anger I took it out on you. And I will never, ever forgive myself for doing that to you, Y/n.''

Your lips were now trembling at his words. As you leaned into his soft touch, meeting his eyes once more, as you suddenly felt him shift you so you were sitting in his lap on his chair, while the other one one remained empty, with a wet spot because of the water.

''C-Cas,'' You whispered, shocked and horrified that his leather jeans would get ruined now. ''Y-Your outfit, It's getting wet I-'' Castiel cut her off by putting a finger to your lips. And He smiled down at you, and gently trailed a single finger down your cheek.

''I don't care,'' He smirked, before pressing a kiss to your forehead, making you blush. ''D-Do you want to watch Netflix?'' He asked, and you almost laughed, after introducing this Castiel to it, he was addicted to it. Just like the original Cas.

''But, there's one giant problem,'' You smirked, remembering your Netflix system was back at the Bunker. ''Netflix is back home, at the bunker. And if my mom or anyone came in especially Jack, will kick your ass or kill you.''

Castiel chuckled, and nodded, before gently moving you both to the coach, and placing you down. Before he got up and fixed his greased hair. While you looked at him in confusion.

''Castiel? What?'' Before you could answer he vanished. ''Angels.'' You muttered under your breath, until rustling of wings came back less than a second and Castiel stood there with your Netflix cables and wires to hook up to the flat screen in the small room. ''Did anybody catch you?''

Castiel didn't say anything, avoiding your gaze, as he hooked up the cables, after witnessing Sam on how to hook the thing up. ''Cas.....'' You trailed off, The angel held his hand's up in defense just as he finished hooking it up, smiling. ''Who caught you? Mom? Cas, Bobby?''

''The kid,'' He replied, and you froze, remembering Jack wanted to kill him now after you told him what had happened between the two of you. ''Jack right? It's Jack?'' You nodded, as you signed into your account on the system, while he sat next to you. ''For a second I thought he was going to kill me.''

You smirked, he had no idea. You just chuckled, and began to scan through the list of movies, until one movie caught the angel's interest. ''Stop, that one? Which one is that?'' He asked, as he glared up at the screen, and you felt yourself blush, since you've grown up with this movie, well musical.

''T-The Phantom of the Opera,'' You said, before looking at him, while he looked intently at the screen, waiting. ''D-Do you want to watch it? Castiel?''

The angel took deep thought and nodded. You blushed before clicking play, the movie started out as the same old huge instrumental opening. Thing's didn't start getting awkward until the part where The Phantom and Christine sang 'The point of no return'. Which sent shivers down your spine.

And when you looked at Castiel, you froze to see he was looking straight at you. Before he suddenly moved and started to edge more towards you making you blush, as he now sat inches from you, before he pulled you into his lap once more. And gently he leaned you back, so he was supporting your neck. Before he suddenly used his free hand to touch you.

''Cas?'' You whispered softly, confusion on your face as he leaned down. And that's when you noticed it for the first time, there was nothing but love and care in those blue and white eyes. But what stunned you the most was when the angel began to sing along with the phantom.

'' Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime;'' He sang so beautifully, which made your eyes start to water, as he cupped your cheek as he continued. ''Led me from my solitude. Say you want me with you, here beside you,'' He continued softly, until he sang out. As the movie paused. ''Anywhere you go, let me go too, Y/n that's all I ask of you.''

Tears went down your face at his words. And You answered him by pulling him to you and your lips claimed one another's and to your surprise you could feel tears coming down his cheeks. You wanted to pull back to see if he was ok, but he continued kissing you. until he had you on the coach. Which wasn't a coach anymore, but a giant Queen sized red/blue colored one.

''Cas.'' You whispered softly, cupping his wet cheeks, as he hovered over you, whipping some tears away. ''Why are you crying?'' Youasked, and he smiled, before taking your hand and kissing it before kissing your cheek, and forehead.

''Y/n, I-I''.He stuttered, lips twitching, which you found adorable. ''I love you.'' He finished, which made your heart soar. Until he suddenly turned away quickly as if something had burned him. And you sat up, still drenched but not caring, only caring for Castiel.

''Castiel, look at me.'' Youordered softly, but he refused. ''Please, for me?'' You asked once more, but still no response. That's when an idea came to you crawling to the end of the bed, You looked up at the large onyx wings which were shivering either from fear of rejection or excitement. And without thinking gently touched his wing, making him instantly tense up, which made the wing gently curl around Your small body.

Before you could do anything, you were suddenly pinned to the bed, with a shocked looking Castiel. As his large wings were around you, which was making you more warm.

''You can see them?'' He asked, and you nodded, playing with a single feather on his large wing, which made him tense, andyou smiled. Until a look of shock and awe came upon your angel's face, before you could ask what was wrong. Castiel was instantly nuzzling your neck and what was he....purring against it.

''C-Cas.'' You chuckle, playing with his grease filled hair, which you had made go in random places. As the happy angel sniffed at your neck, much to your confusion. Before he got up and hovered over your body again, a look in his eyes. ''Castiel? What's wrong?''

''Nothing, nothing at all this-'' He said gesturing you to seeing his wings, as he took your hand and placed it against it. ''Excellent, do you know what seeing an angel's wing's means? And I'm sorry I have to ask, but can you see my other self's wings?'' You shook your head, causing him to smile even wider. ''But seeing my wings means you are my soulmate.''

Your eyes widened. ''Soulmate? I'm your soulmate?'' You whispered, smiling, as you happily cupped his cheeks, and he nodded. Before he pulled into a short sweet kiss, until the sweet kiss turned more and more heated at the moment.

Castiel stopped the kiss, and moved his lips too your neck, gently nipping, so he could put his finale mating mark there. Suddenly remembering that you had to say the ok for him to mate you, since angel's mate for eternity. Castiel stopped his nips and kisses and looked at you once more.

''Why'd you stop?'' You asked, not liking the way he stopped so fast. ''Have I done something wrong?''

Castiel quickly shook his head, before gently kissing your head. ''No, not at all.'' He whispered softly, one of his hand's running through your hair. ''I um, I must tell you. If you wish to do it of course that is. That if-if you will let me take you as my mate, and when I give you my bite and knot. We will be together for eternity, my grace will be tied forever with your soul.''

You felt tears well up in your eyes, having Castiel, and all to yourself. And not to mention you were soulmates, but you shook your head, you couldn't let him mate you just because you were soulmates. ''Castiel, please don't do this because of the soulmate bond,'' You whispered, cupping his cheek, while he stared at you. ''I-I don't deserve you, I-''

''Stop right there,'' Castiel growled, his German accent even deeper, which made you feel wetness on your panties. You whimpered as the angel cupped your cheek, his eyes locking firmly on your's nothing but love and devotion in them. ''You think I only want to do this because-'' He slurred, pausing. ''We are soulmates? You were wrong, I've loved you since the very moment I saw you when you saved my life.''

''But I still don't-'' You tried to say once again. But when you felt the angel's wing's tighten around you, in warning to stop, you shut up.

''Yes you are!'' Castiel growled, before he gently used his free hand to pull himself closer so his nose rested against your cheek, so he could whisper in your ear. ''You, are everything I could dream. Your soul shine's with unmistakable beauty, and it calls to me, not just my vessel but to my true-form. So, stop, and do not say you are not worthy of me. It is I who is not worthy of you. Now, will you let me mate you?''

You felt your whole world spinning, at Castiel's words. He loved you, not just because of the soulmate bond, but because you were you, and you didn't have to change a single thing for him. You just hoped he wouldn't regret it afterwards. But as Castiel pulled back so he could look into your eyes, that had tears streaming down.

''Please don’t cry,” he rasps, his eyes searching yours once again. “I pains me so much to see you cry.”

“C-Cas,” you finally manage, “No. These are happy tears. I…I love you, Castiel, and would be honored to be your mate.” You said giving him the one and finale access to make your his forever.

Castiel’s eye’s widen and catch fire, the electricity in the room surges before he swallows and takes a slow, cleansing breath. And his wing's shifted.

''There is no going back after this, Y/n, ” he cautioned. “This is not a human marriage that can be broken by legality or even death. Once you are mine, there is no one else for me. Are you sure you wish to do this?” He asked once more, making you roll your eyes.

You didn't care about his past or what he did to the people, well besides Charlie, Ketch had what was coming to him, for torturing Mary. So with a smile she nodded.

''There is already no one else for me but you,” you reply to the angel, quietly but surely. “I’m sure.”

Castiel’s eyes begin to glow unnaturally bright. That’s the last thing you notice before your swept into another long, intoxicating kiss. He holds you tight against him, as if he can’t get close enough as his lips work over yours at a bruising pace. You grip him back and give just as good as you get, tugging roughly at his hair as your tongue duels with his. Cas lets out a low, rumbling groan and then suddenly let's you go making you furrow your eyebrows.

''I can’t be gentle,” he growls against you, his teeth nibbling on your lower lip. “Not now. I promise I wont hurt you, so please don’t fear me but I can’t hold back. The burn of you…it’s too much…”

“I know,” you sooth, running your hands up and down his back and feeling his muscles tense under your touch. “It’s the mating cycle…I love you Castiel, that means all sides of you. I know you wont hurt me. Please,” you lean up and nibble at his jaw encouragingly, “let me see you.”

He groans and takes possession of your lips once more. Despite the passion in his kisses, you can still tell he’s holding back. You can feel it in the tenseness of his shoulders, in the way his fingers flex against your hips, and you sigh, frustrated, into the kiss. You want to see him at his wildest. If you are going to be his mate, then he should be comfortable with you seeing this side of himself.

So, you decided to take matter into your own hands. Rolling the angel onto his back so you straddled his waist, you smirked, before looking at his wing's which were stretched out behind you. Before you suddenly got off Castiel, as well as the bed.

''Don't run,'' Castiel pleaded, wing's trying to reach you. ''You don't understand if you run, I wont be able to hold myself back, my true-form from taking you.''

You smirked and just stood there, avoiding his wings. Before you started to slowly undress before the angel which made his eyes widen slightly, and his wing's curl. As soon as you were down to nothing but your bra and panties you smirked.

''Why would I run, I have everything I could ever dream right here.'' You teased, before taking a single finger and sticking it into your panties and into your dripping lower lips. ''As well as my perfect, strong, warrior of God, Angel, Mate.' Slowly you brought your finger out from your panties and tasted yourself, moaning at your taste.

Suddenly the air in the room shifted again, and you fond yourself pinned to the bed once more. This time with Castiel looking down at you primal and lovingly, his wing's covering you once more. You watched as he looked down at your soaked through panties and the small smirk after, as he kissed down from your neck, to your breast, stomach and finally to where you wanted him.

''You smell,'' He sniffed, inhaling your wonderful scent, which turned him on even more. ''Wonderful, I wonder how it tastes.'' Your eyes widened at his words. where the hell did Castiel learn them.

''Castiel, where did you-'' You were cut off as you suddenly felt his tongue take a long lick of your pussy, making you moan out, and clutch his hair, which was now messed with beyond repair. It reminded you of his otherself's hair when you met him at the barn. ''Cas,'' You moaned his name.

The angel growled, not stopping his licking, the taste of you too much for him to resist. You watched as your angel continued tasting you and eating you out, hoping to make you organism first it would seem. That's when you noticed the large bulge in his tight pants, and decided to return the favor, and as Castiel continued to eat you out, you began stroking him through his pants.

Suddenly his wing's shook, and you smirked, as he moaned, which vibrated causing you to moan in response. Before you felt your organism starting to come, and clutched harshly on Castiel's hair. Squeezing your eyes closed in raw pleasure, never have been pleasured like this before. Well to be honest never

''I-I'm going to cum!'' You warned, and Castiel sped up his assualt, enjoying your pleasure, and knowing he was the cause of it. ''Ahhh!'

''Come, come on my tongue, my mate.'' Castiel ordered, as he opened his tongue waiting for your juices. ''Come!'' he said once more, this time using some of his grace to help. Which made you jump a little wondering what the hell that was, but you moaned as you came, and onto Castiel's face.

You blushed furiously, as Castiel looked back at you covered in your juices. But you blushed when he began to whip it off and eat it. ''Like I said, delicious taste.'' Castiel smirked, before he hovered over you again. And you noticed him look at your bra ready to tend to your breasts. But you wanted to give him pleasure too, so with a wicked grin, you pinned the angel under you, making him grunt.

''Y-Y/n what are you doing?'' Castiel asked, you ignored his question as you rolled off the bed, and then motioned him to sit on the edge of it which he did without ask, until you suddenly knelt down and began undoing his pants, and releasing his throbbing cock, and your eyes widened at his size, and you knew he was going to hurt going in but you didn't care, but Castiel frowned. ''Y/n what are you doing, you don-Oh father!''

You smirked, as the angel screamed as you licked the head, where pre-cum had already built up. And then you pulled his pants down with the angels help, while the angel took off his other attire so he was ass naked in front of you. And he had also taken off your bra, and frowned at the marks he saw, but kissed every single one, while giving your breasts attention.

When you looked into his eyes, they color's were, replaced with his lust-blown pupils. You watched him as you wrapped your lips around his manhood.

“Y/N,” he hissed, leaning his head back. “Oh—” You swirled your tongue around the head, before taking all of him in. “Fuck, that feels so good.” Castiel's fingers tangled in your hair, gripping it just a little too hard. You allowed him to control your pace, moving your head loosely. “Oh, fuck.”

Suddenly before he could cum, he pulled your mouth off him and you whined missing the taste. Until Castiel, gently led you back down to the bed, and you laid down, and the angel your soon to be mate, hovered over you, and you blushed noticing him cupping himself and giving it a slow pump.

You were nervous, but at least you had told Castiel you were a virgin one night after a truth or dare game. And so was he, yet he seemed experienced.

''Are you ready my mate?'' He asked, and you nodded, even though you were scared out of your wits by how big and wide he was, he was going to rip you open. As if sensing your worries, Castiel kissed you lips, and nuzzled your cheek, whispering how much he loved you. ''I'll go slow, I promise.''

You nodded swallowing, before Castiel kissed your forehead. And before you knew it, you could feel him start to enter you, and as he had promised, slow, and maybe a little too slow. You instantly whimpered in pain, and wiggled underneath him, tears running down your face. Castiel was in heaven, to feel you so wrapped tightly to him. But he stopped all he was doing when he heard your cry of pain.

His wing's instantly covered the two shielding you from view, not wanting anyone to see you. You were his, and his alone. And he used both his arms to wrap around you and hold you to his chest, as you whimpered, your face nestling into his chest. While his chin rested on your head.

''I-'m, sorry.'' He whispered, angry at himself for hurting you again. ''A-Are you alright?''

To answer his question, and not taking the pain anymore. You used both your legs to pull him even deeper, making the angel protest in worry and groan, until his hips connected to yours, fully inside you. You gasped, embracing his arm's holding you to his chest, and the beating of his vessel's heart.

''Yeah, hurts, and sorry about that.'' you giggled a little, while the angel glared at you in mock anger, before giving you a toothy wide grin, before you suddenly rolled your hips, wincing a little, while he cursed and moaned. ''The pain isn't as bad as before, I think It's starting to ease up, move, my mate.''

Castiel's eyes glowed at the word mate, before he slowly started to move. Instantly you both groaned, as a surge of pleasure rushed through you both. Castiel felt so good, he was so big, but you felt more full than you could have ever imagined. Full of cock.

“Mine. Mine,” his mantra continues in time with his thrusts.

His turgid manhood presses against hot spots inside you that you didn’t even know you had. It’s as if he was made specifically for you.

“Oh, fuck….Castiel…!” you cry out, your voice accompanied by clapping sounds of your bodies writhing against each other.

Your pussy walls begin to flutter in preparation for what you know will be a world shattering orgasm. Castiel seems to sense this too, and begins to pick up his pace, growling as he scrapes his teeth over the back of your neck. The hand on your hip traces down, fingernails scratching at you, until they brush over your clit; teasing at the bundle of nerves relentlessly.

You throw your head back and howl as you cum again, your hands fisting and tearing at the bed sheets . You feel your walls constrict almost painfully tight around your angel’s cock, your juices leaking out and smearing over the inside of your thighs as Cas continues to thrust ruthlessly in and out of you.

He laces one hand with yours, the other once again bracing himself above you.

Suddenly you feel something like a giant ball forming inside you. And you slightly panicked, until Castiels wing's wrapped around you trying to ease your worry. While Castiel nuzzled his face into your neck, licking it. As something started to grow and it made his cock grow even bigger, making you gasp. Not in pain, well not really but in confusion.

Castiel looked at her, and licked her neck once more, before changing they're position so she was laying on her side and he was behind her. ''It's my knot,'' He explained, as if reading her thoughts, as his thrusts turned even harder. ''It's tying within you.''

You whimpered, as the knot stretched you. Quickly you kissed Castiel, and he carcassed your thigh, just groaning in each other's mouths as the knot popped, and suddenly Castiel pulled away, looking at your neck, you were about ask what was wrong. But yelled in pleasure and pain as he bite your neck, blood pouring from it..

And the lights in the room shattered, as well as all the window's, mirrors, and anything breakable broke. As Castiel screamed, and you saw a bright light, just before he grunted and spilled his warm, inviting seed into your womb. Before he slumped back, chest heaving and wing's still underneath you.

And then the both of you laid there panting in each other's arm's waiting for Castiel's knot to grow small. So, he could clean you, and the trashed room, you were surprise no one could hear you. After at least fifteen to ten minutes later the knot went down, and Castiel gently pulled out, and you whimpered missing him in you already. But he smirked, and kissed your neck, where his bite mark was.

Before he stood from the bed, and almost chuckled at what he, well his true-form did to the hotel. So, with a flick of his wrist he fixed everything, and even, healed the pain and stopped the blood from his bite mark. Before he crawled back on the bed, kissing you before laying down once more, and pulling you face first into his chest, his wings wrapping around you once more, as his chin rested on your head.

''Thank you, Y/n.'' He whispered softly, arms wrapped around you protectively as well as his wings. ''You have given me what I've always wanted, a mate. Someone to love me for me.''

You felt your heart strings pull, and you hummed softly. Before placing a hand onto his chest, before gently playing with the hair on him. Smirking as he chuckled a bit, hu? a ticklish little angel, you stopped and he smiled before kissing you and you kissed back before you placed your head onto his chest.

''Goodnight, Mate.'' You whispered, closing your eyes.

Castiel smiled. ''Goodnight, my love, my beloved, my mate.'' He whispered, kissing your mark. Before falling asleep himself something he had learned. But his wing's never rested, as they guarded his mate.

(Morning After)

It was about 7:00 am when you groaned awake, still tiered and sore, well mostly you. From your sexual activities last night, and you didn't regret it, you were his now forever.

''Morning, Cas.'' You smiled, but frowned when he was still asleep beside you. ''Mate, wake up? We have to go the bunker.'' You whispered, and all the angel did was growl and pull you closer. You didn't want to sleep in, you had to go to the bunker.

After another failed try, you suddenly had a wicked idea and used one of your hand's to trail down, until you were grabbing his length, and instantly you began to quickly stroke him. Instantly earning moans and groans from the angel. ''Y/n.'' He moaned, and you smirked, he was having a dream about you.

You quickened your hand, and suddenly the angels eyes snapped open, and before you knew it, he pounced and pinned you to your side, so he was behind you again, and nuzzled your bite mark, before he kissed you.

''Good morning, my beloved.'' He smirked, as he thrust inside you quickly, causing you to moan. Before he quickened his thrusts and your were screaming out in pure pleasure. When suddenly the door to the hotel was kicked in, making you jump in shock. While Castiel growled eyes blue, wing's flaring at whoever decided to come in on him and his mate.

And he has his hand raised to use his grace. But you stopped him just in time. As you it was only, Sam and Dean. With instinct Castiel covered you with one of his wing's, while Sam and Dean just looked on, mouth's gaped open, and an awkward silence.

''Well, uh, we found him,'' Sam laughed nervously, rubbing his neck, avoiding eye contact. ''And this time not trying to kill someone's brain.''

Dean however had another reaction. His eyes looked murderous as he looked at his sister, naked with the dark version of his best friend. ''What the hell, Y/N?!'' He yelled, making you flinch, while Castiel watched on his wing shaking. ''I told you no one night-''

''T-this, wasn't a one night stand.'' Castiel replied, as he kissed your head making you smile widely, before he turned to face Dean. ''Me and Y/n, are in human word's married, but in angel word, mated for eternity.''

You would never forget the look on Dean's face as your mate, husband, oh what the hell. Husband it was, explained, and Dean had tried to get to you but Castiel flared his wings growling. And then you had calmed him. Until Dean calmed down, with the help from Sam, who didnt want castiel angry.

''So, uh, did you have protection?'' Dean asked, and suddenly the color on your face paled. While Castiel raised a confused eyebrow. Earning him a glare. ''You know, birth control, condom's!?'' He yelled, and You looked down at your stomach.

''I-I had my angel blade,'' Castiel replied with a smile, his wing's returning to cover you up. ''So I don't see why we have to worry.'' Dean's face turned pale, as did yours and Sams. And that's when everything hit you. but you couldn't get pregnant on the first try with an angel, could you? So with deep breaths you began to speak.

''N-No, We-'' You tried but Dean, held up a firm hand, glaring dangerously at the two of you, before , he looked like he was going to march over and take you again which made Castiel growl a little which pleased you as you felt the rumble in his chest, as his wing's slightly rose until.

''Son-of-a-bitch!'' Dean screamed, grabbing the lamp and throwing it accidentally towards you and Castiel, it was meant to hit the angel. but the vase hit you right in the center of your forehead, knocking you out cold.

''Dean! What the hell dude!'' Sam exclaimed horror and anger laced in every word. as he went instantly to your side, but Castiel's growl and eyes told him not too close. He could handle Sam, since Sam wasn't the one to lose his temper and hurt people.

''Damn it.'' Dean hissed, eyes laced with horror, guilt and concern, as well as tears for hurting his only sister. ''S-Sam, is she alright?'' He asked, running a hand over his ,mouth and down his chin.

''Shit.'' Sam replied, as he gently grazed a thumb over your new cut that would probably need stitches, but with a version of Castiel here it would just need to be healed. He was just about to ask just that when, Castiel eyes glowing dangerous blue, and his wing's flaring, still but naked, growled like a predator does to it's prey, slammed the unsuspecting Winchester against the wall, teeth bared, eyes alight with craziness.

''What?! are you crazy?!'' Dean exclaimed, before being thrown against the opposite side of the room. While Sam tended to you.

''YOU.HURT.MY.MATE!'' He all but growled, before walking over and delivering a solid and good punch to the older Winchester's jaw, which made Dean moan in pain. ''YOU HURT YOUR OWN SISTER!-'' Castiel threw him again, making blood start to pour out of the Winchester's mouth. ''And you think you have a right after what you've done to call me a monster.''

Before the Winchester could do anything, he suddenly felt a hand wrapped around his throat, almost making his green eyes bulge out of their sockets. As the raged and over protective angel raised him off the ground strangling him, with no remorse whatsoever. And Dean knew he deserved this. Even if he hated this darker version of his friend, he had hurt his sister. He let his anger of this castiel possibly getting his sister pregnant with the next nephliem get the best of him.

''I-Im'' Dean chocked on his own words, as the angel's grip tightened around his neck. Eyes flashing blue once more, wing's blocking You and Sam from view.

''Don't speak, you hairless ape.'' Castiel hissed, in his German accent, his lips twitching as he did so. ''You hurt her, just because of our love making, and so I must punish you for harming my mate-'' Castiel thought some ideas, until a good one came up. ''Oh, I know the perfect one-'' Suddenly his leather gloves were on his hand, as well as the clothes he wore when he tortured people. ''I'm going to make your mind into nothing.''

Dean's eyes widened having heard stories of how painful, and how humans didn't survive the torture and sometimes they did but they weren't the same after. ''Please dont.'' He begged, tears in his eyes, as he continued to choke him.

Castiel smirked, ''Sorry but you've left me no choice-'' Castiel's eyes glowed, as he let go of Dean throat and moved to place his hands on his head. ''Dean Winchester, you. will. suffer, for ever hurting my beloved.''

Sam watched with wide eyes, as Castiel placed his hands on Dean's head, and leaned down so he was eye level with the Winchester.

''Castiel! Don't!''

To be Continued....

#AU Castiel #Castiel x Reader #Dean #Winchester #Sam

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6 Horrifying Thought The Nutrition Industry Won’t Tell You

Nutrition is one of the most frustrating disciplines in that it is arguably the most important to our daily lives, but we barely know diddly tits about it. Knowing what nutrients are good for us and which ones will kill us instantaneously seems like the type of circumstance we’d invest more serious energy into decoding, but “healthy” and “unhealthy” meat craft lieu more often than pro wrestlers in a tag-team competitor. Take coffee for example: First it was good for you, then it was bad, then it was good again, then it induced cancer, and then it dried cancer.

And coffee is far from the only sample, which reaches it was not possible to to take any health bulletin seriously. If you’re wants to know why nutrition is such a tough nut for us to crack and why people have no idea what to think about obesity, it’s because …

# 6. Our Procedures For Investigating Nutrition Are Terrible

To known better different nutrients alter different parties, we first have to know exactly what food parties eat, and in what quantities, compoundings, castes, etc. If there seems to be the sort of concept that is impossible to accurately observe without planting hidden cameras everywhere else in the world, that’s because it is. Fortunately, scientists bequeathed something called “memory-based dietary assessment methods”( M-BMs ), which is another way of saying “we ask people about their diet and then take them at their word.”

That would explain why in the ‘7 0s obesity was blamed on eating “like … salads? Yeah, super health salads and shit, man.”

Unsurprisingly, when the scientists over at the Mayo Clinic reviewed and considered the M-BM, they found that the method was “fundamentally and fatally flawed” when it came to studying nutrition. They tried to be tactful and diplomatic about their findings by attributing the failures of the M-BM to the unreliable nature of human remember, but as anyone who has ever fees anything in “peoples lives” can tell you, it isn’t hard to remember whether you chew steamed vegetables or Taco Bell on a regular basis. No, the conclude the M-BM doesn’t work as an accurate the representatives from people’s nutritions is because people are filthy fucking liars.

We lie all the freaking epoch, which is why a review of nutrition examines found that 67.3 percent of women and 58.7 percent of men report calorie intakes that are “not physiologically probable .” And this is the data on which we base all of our nutrient program and dietary guidelines. Shit, maybe the facts of the case that Big Macs are conceived unhealthy is because the only ones to ever admit to eating them were depressed parties on their route to kill themselves.

“Two all-beef patties, special sauce, an entire bottle of crushed-up sleeping capsule, loot, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun … ”

With such shoddy report, you can find analyses joining virtually any nutrient to virtually any affliction you can imagine . So what we’re certainly saying is: Recollect that study that attached eating treated meat to cancer? We wouldn’t make that stop you from eating bacon just yet. Speaking of which …

# 5. The Media Constantly Bombards Us With Bogus Food Subject And Contradicting Research

If some shitty blog was pointed out that the world leaders are secretly robot lizard people from another dimension’s future, risks are whoever wrote it is either a goddamned lunatic or is pretending to be a goddamned lunatic, which is basically the same circumstance. But when a respectable society like the BBC was pointed out that breastfeeding forecloses obesity, the fib is immediately believable in our sentiments. We assume that they deported thorough independent experiment, and aren’t merely blindly echoing the results of haphazard contemplates that outlined a questionable conclusion.

“Coming up next: Why are scientists so good in couch? A knot of scientists clarify! ”

Between 1999 and 2006, the BBC has changed their knowledge about the benefits of breast milk more eras than a vegan, first-time mother. Of direction you might say: “Duh, they’re only reporting on the progress of science, ” but the thing is, they’re not. At all. Three out of the four surveys covered by the BBC were based on examines, becoming them about scientifically reliable as horoscopes. And when another place reports three conflicting studies about the effect of sodium on the human body within the same year , you have to start wondering if mass media isn’t only fucking with us like George Lucas at this point.

“Huh? Is this even report? Too belatedly, you already clicked.”

Things have gotten so bad that the same word store will now report on how red wine might make radiation treatment guys more efficient, fight holes, and even prepare your children grow up to be more solicitous and better behaved, which of course it can’t, because it’s fucking grape juice , not angel tears.

A group of researchers lately foreground how bad the problem has already become when they released research studies is demonstrating that dark chocolate could help you lose weight. The investigate was explosion in all the regions of the Internet, formed front-page headlines in major newspapers, and was discussed on TV word networks. The subject, nonetheless, was intentionally shortcoming, and was written by a lead author from an institute that didn’t actually exist. The investigates behind it wanted to see how many shops would do some basic journalism to vet the story before breathlessly reporting it. Depressingly , not many of them did, so we’re not sure how stoked health researchers were that their hoax study was such a success.

“No joke. … No journalism, either.”

That’s why you should get all of your diet advice from medical doctors, right? Yeah, about that …

# 4. Doctors Get Almost No Nutritional Training Whatsoever

The one thing you should have taken away from this article by now is that it’s hopeless to make sweeping generalizations about nutrition, so you should probably just do what the commercials say and ask your doctor which diet is best for you . Unfortunately, it turns out that during their entire stint in med academy, the average doctor only invests about 19. 6 contact hours learning about nutrition, which is less time than it takes to beat Final Fantasy XII .

In 2003, a sketch found that 84 percentage of cardiologists didn’t are well aware that a low-fat diet could actually increase your high levels of triglycerides, which can lead to heart disease. This seems like something that heart physicians was likely to be taught, right? But modern drug is apparently more very concerned about the therapy of cardiovascular disease than the prevention.

“I’m sorry Mr. Johnson, but I can’t start giving you pills until your dick stops working.”

Even scarier, less than 25 percent of doctors canvassed said they feel qualified to talk about diet with a patient. The learn likewise found that doctors are less likely to talk with their patients about nutrition if they happen to be overweight themselves, which means that you should only search nutrition recommendations from medical doctors if she has a formidably powerful physique.

# 3. All Diets Sort Of Work( As Long As You Protrude With Them)

If you grew up in the 1980 s, you recollect sounding that it’s carbohydrate that establishes you fat — that’s why abruptly artificial sweeteners were in everything TAGEND

Then in the ‘9 0s, it was decided that flab was manufacturing you fat — thus the “stop the insanity” diet, which was all about fat grams and nothing else. That demonstrated birth to a ripple of “fat-free” snacks sold as health foods despite being full of sugar, carbs and calories.

Shockingly, a chocolate-filled chocolate cake is still bad for you .

In the 2000 s, carbs were the bad person — that brought us the Atkins diet and billions of parties telling restaurants to supplant their burger bun with additional bacon.

The detail that they were required to exhaust an improved publication of a revolutionary diet should have been a red flag . These dates, you’re starting to hear about carbohydrate again, and we’re right back to where we were 30 years ago TAGEND

“Right between “rat poison” and “trifluorochloroethylene”

Were any of them right? Well, let’s look at the still-raging struggle between low-fat vs. low-carb diets. Countless books and sections have been written fiercely insisting one over the other, because it is apparently unbelievable that both could have virtue. Researchers lastly applied both possibilities to the test in a huge meta-analysis, and found that after 12 months, the differences among average weight loss between those on low-carb diets and those on low-fat nutritions was a tiny fraction of a pound in favor of low-carb( which isn’t exactly floors for a culture struggle, but blood will no doubt been spilled for less ).

“Science says it’s OK to eat just as much fat as you miss! ” – how medical reporting labours .

Other types of foods is likewise experimented, and while they tallied worse than the low-fat/ low-carb ones, the differences in weight loss between them were just observable. What does this necessitate? For one, it means that the Paleo, Atkins, South Beach, and Tapeworm diets all work to virtually the exact same degree, and that the best kind of food for you is simply the one that you won’t discontinue two days after starting. For some people, giving up carbs might be a walk in the park, while with others, it will establish them hallucinate that their friends and loved ones have turned into giant illustrations of caricature hamburgers.

There’s a more subtle impression at play too. Let’s say you decide to cut back on sodium, and after a few months you’ve misplaced load, you feel more energetic, and your blood pressure has proceeded style down. But before “theres going” recommending it to everyone else, consider all the other changes you’ve indirectly seen. Cutting back on sodium signifies most fast food is no longer an option. Same becomes for most processed food. You’ve likely likewise started cooking more of your own snacks, and they’ve possibly included more fruits and veggies than you used to eat because, again, your options are a lot more limited now.

“What do you mean? “Theres”, like, seven nuts I can choose from! ”

It’s kind of similar to the gluten-free fad, in which billions of parties convinced themselves that gluten was clearing them sick, despite maybe not knowing what gluten even is( do you ?). Sure enough, they feel better after making a concerted effort to cut it out. But is it because they cut down on gluten, or because they cut down on the kind of foods that happen to have gluten in their own homes — namely pasta, cookies, patties, brew, etc? “I feel so much better now! ” Of course you do.

Hell, merely going people to stop and examine the contents of what they’re dining is a huge accomplishment. If somebody’s siding out snacks at “states parties “, you’re less likely to exactly absent-mindedly cram something into your opening because it ogles good if you think you’ve got an allergy to some invisible ingredient. Even if you almost certainly don’t.

“Sorry, I’m allergic to sour ointment and onion and regret.”

# 2. Almost Every Health Initiative That Food Firms Take Is Complete Bullshit

Every now and then, large-hearted food corporations will announce that they are making their makes healthier by removing all the asbestos and cancer and ousting it with it with a cluster of vitamins and shit. For precedent, Kellogg’s and General Mills lately decided to stuff their cereals with vitamin A, niacin, and zinc in the hopes that parents everywhere will choose their sugary concoctions over some bullshit grapefruit. In Large-scale Cereal’s defense, there’s good-for-nothing wrong with a little of sugar as long as it’s delivered alongside some solid nutritional supplements.

Well, the thing is, the cereals’ dosages of vitamin A were bafflingly calculated in accordance with adults. The dosage was dangerously high-pitched for children, enough to potentially induce liver shattering and immune disorders.

Although, that might have just been because of all the sugar .

And when these companies aren’t lending useless( and occasionally damaging) parts to their commodities, they’re removing innocuous ones to pander to fad-stricken consumers. When Pepsi announced they were removing aspartame from their diet sodas( that is, the stuff that 1980 s commercial-grade was boasting about earlier ), they made it clear that it had nothing to do with health, or refuge, or any kind of scientific research. Shoppers chose they didn’t trust aspartame( false rumors about its harmful effects had been circulating for decades ), so it had to go. The same was genuine when Subway removed a common artificial additive from their doughs after public pressure. And when Kraft and Nestle announced they were removing artificial ingredients from some of their products, they said it was because of meat trends rather than any nutritional headaches( they presumably gave the term “food trends” in condescending air mentions ).

Now, we’re not saying that all the stuff food companies arbitrarily remove from their commodities was actually good for us. We’re went on to say that food firms do not give one lonely peanut shit whether their produces dedicate us all cancer or not. They’ll add or subtract anything we ask them to, and unfortunately for us, what we want is easily influenced by daily quantities of alarmist bullshit. That’s often because …

# 1. We Dismiss Nutritional Experts In Favor Of People With No Academic Knowledge Or Training

The truth is that there are lawful scientists out there who can tell you what meat will allow you to live long enough to see that fourth season of Sherlock . Unfortunately, we generally decide to ignore them, because they tend to babble on about circumstances like “vegetables” and “moderation, ” while brutally leaving no room for Bloomin’ Onions or mozzarella sticks.

Then there are people like Vani Hari, who pressured corporate monsters like General Mills and Kellogg’s to change their products, wrote a best-selling work on nutrition, and was reputation one of Time magazine’s 30 Most Influential Beings On The Internet, despite having absolutely no educated in the field of nutrition whatsoever. Instead of attracting from any actual academic schooling, every ounce of her admonition is based on the relevant recommendations that all substances are bad for you, without exception.

That’s why we get all our flowings from brew instead of that nasty “water” substance .

We might scoff at the relevant recommendations of Rihanna writing a neuroscience textbook or questioning Mel Gibson’s opinion on how to find the Higgs boson. But when Beyonce and Gwyneth Paltrow endorsed a “cleanse” diet, loads of people were more than happy to listen, trying extreme nutritions fabricated by attractive celebrities in an attempt to “detox” their body of creepy poisons that can’t be screened or detected by any kind of medical testing.

That said, it is admittedly a bit disorient to figure out whose nutritional admonition you are able to listen to, because the terminology is weirdly muddled. To fun, a “dietician” is a legally accepted expert who went to academy to learn how to tell you to stop eating like a frightened goblin. However, a “nutritionist” is a bullshit deed that bullshit administrations like The American Association of Nutritional Consultants once given on a dead “cat-o-nine-tail”. That is in no way a laugh .

No, truly .~ ATAGEND

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6 Horrifying Thought The Nutrition Industry Won’t Tell You

# 6. Our Procedures For Investigating Nutrition Are Terrible

That would explain why in the ‘7 0s obesity was blamed on eating “like … salads? Yeah, super health salads and shit, man.”

“Two all-beef patties, special sauce, an entire bottle of crushed-up sleeping capsule, loot, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun … ”

# 5. The Media Constantly Bombards Us With Bogus Food Subject And Contradicting Research

“Coming up next: Why are scientists so good in couch? A knot of scientists clarify! ”

“Huh? Is this even report? Too belatedly, you already clicked.”

“No joke. … No journalism, either.”

That’s why you should get all of your diet advice from medical doctors, right? Yeah, about that …

# 4. Doctors Get Almost No Nutritional Training Whatsoever

“I’m sorry Mr. Johnson, but I can’t start giving you pills until your dick stops working.”

# 3. All Diets Sort Of Work( As Long As You Protrude With Them)

If you grew up in the 1980 s, you recollect sounding that it’s carbohydrate that establishes you fat — that’s why abruptly artificial sweeteners were in everything TAGEND

Shockingly, a chocolate-filled chocolate cake is still bad for you .

In the 2000 s, carbs were the bad person — that brought us the Atkins diet and billions of parties telling restaurants to supplant their burger bun with additional bacon.

“Right between “rat poison” and “trifluorochloroethylene”

“Science says it’s OK to eat just as much fat as you miss! ” – how medical reporting labours .

“What do you mean? “Theres”, like, seven nuts I can choose from! ”

“Sorry, I’m allergic to sour ointment and onion and regret.”

# 2. Almost Every Health Initiative That Food Firms Take Is Complete Bullshit

Although, that might have just been because of all the sugar .

# 1. We Dismiss Nutritional Experts In Favor Of People With No Academic Knowledge Or Training

That’s why we get all our flowings from brew instead of that nasty “water” substance .

No, truly .~ ATAGEND

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6 Horrifying Thought The Nutrition Industry Won’t Tell You

# 6. Our Procedures For Investigating Nutrition Are Terrible

That would explain why in the ‘7 0s obesity was blamed on eating “like … salads? Yeah, super health salads and shit, man.”

“Two all-beef patties, special sauce, an entire bottle of crushed-up sleeping capsule, loot, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun … ”

# 5. The Media Constantly Bombards Us With Bogus Food Subject And Contradicting Research

“Coming up next: Why are scientists so good in couch? A knot of scientists clarify! ”

“Huh? Is this even report? Too belatedly, you already clicked.”

“No joke. … No journalism, either.”

That’s why you should get all of your diet advice from medical doctors, right? Yeah, about that …

# 4. Doctors Get Almost No Nutritional Training Whatsoever

“I’m sorry Mr. Johnson, but I can’t start giving you pills until your dick stops working.”

# 3. All Diets Sort Of Work( As Long As You Protrude With Them)

If you grew up in the 1980 s, you recollect sounding that it’s carbohydrate that establishes you fat — that’s why abruptly artificial sweeteners were in everything TAGEND

Shockingly, a chocolate-filled chocolate cake is still bad for you .

In the 2000 s, carbs were the bad person — that brought us the Atkins diet and billions of parties telling restaurants to supplant their burger bun with additional bacon.

“Right between “rat poison” and “trifluorochloroethylene”

“Science says it’s OK to eat just as much fat as you miss! ” – how medical reporting labours .

“What do you mean? “Theres”, like, seven nuts I can choose from! ”

“Sorry, I’m allergic to sour ointment and onion and regret.”

# 2. Almost Every Health Initiative That Food Firms Take Is Complete Bullshit

Although, that might have just been because of all the sugar .

# 1. We Dismiss Nutritional Experts In Favor Of People With No Academic Knowledge Or Training

That’s why we get all our flowings from brew instead of that nasty “water” substance .

No, truly .~ ATAGEND

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