#Castiel fanfiction

[octoberclidan]

You're Not Okay

Request: hiii can u do reader having a bad day and whenever sam and dean asks whats wrong shes just like "oh im fine" but cass notices everything and at the end of the day he just like comforts her and its just a lot of fluff? (reader x cass)

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

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Story:

It was late at night, and [Y/N] was alone in the motel room. She'd just finished up a hunt with Sam and Dean, and while they'd gone out to a bar to celebrate, [Y/N] had hurt her foot and had hit her head, so she just wanted to rest in peace and try to ignore the pain. She also wanted to forget the image of Dean shouting at her to stop being so clumsy. He had a habit of snapping at her whenever she got injured on a hunt. She knew it was because he cared and was scared to lose her or see her hurt, but his words still stung anyway. She'd been watching TV when she'd fallen asleep on one of the beds that hadn't originally been hers, but after getting hurt, Dean had insisted she take it instead of her usual spot on the couch. Despite being annoyed at her, he still didn't want her to be in any more pain that she already was. She was tossing and turning, and her breathing was erratic.

[Y/N] was thrown against a wall, landing on her hands and knees on the cool concrete of the warehouse. Her ears were ringing and her head hurt, and her vision was blurry as she tried to look around the room for the witch. Someone was shouting at her - Sam? No, it sounded more like Dean. She couldn't make out what they were saying to her, but it sounded important. A dark figure was getting closer to her, and for a moment she thought one of the boys were going to help her up, but the figure was too short to be either of them. The figure mumbled something, and she suddenly felt a searing pain in her foot. She tried to grab it but she was once again thrown back against the wall. She looked up, and the figure was getting closer. She couldn't do anything. She couldn't move, she couldn't scream, she couldn't...

She woke up, sitting straight up in bed trying to catch her breath. There was a 'click' sound to her left and her head shot towards the door, only to find Dean walking into the room, Sam following behind him. "Morning", Dean smiled sheepishly at her as he shrugged off his coat. "How's your foot?"

"Hope we didn't wake you", Sam said as he flicked on the light to see where he was going. It was still dark out, so she figured it must still be very early. "Hey, are you okay?" He squinted at her as his eyes became accustomed to the light.

"Why are you sweating? It's not exactly warm in here", Dean walked over to her and felt her forehead, but she pushed his hand off.

"I'm fine, just tired. What time is it?"

"It's uh, 4:30am", Sam said as he walked over to her bed. "You sure you're okay? I can take a look at your foot, make sure it's not showing signs of infection", he said as he began to lift her covers up. She groaned and grabbed them back from him.

"I said I'm fine, I'm just tired, and it's still early so if it's okay with both of you, I'd like to get back to sleep. Okay?"

"Okay". Sam held up his hands in defence and stepped away from the bed, sharing a look of concern with his brother. "We're sorry for waking you". They decided not to push it and just get some sleep themselves. She felt a little bit bad for snapping at them, but the ache in her foot and head were getting to her. She decided she'd apologise in the morning, and closed her eyes to try and sleep as she heard Sam and Dean settle down.

Sam was already asleep in his bed and Dean was getting close to falling asleep on the couch when the door opened again. [Y/N] turned her head and felt a little rush of joy as Cas walked into the room. His eyes glanced over Sam and Dean briefly, but he focused on [Y/N]. She always felt her mood lift whenever Cas was around, there was just something about him that she found calming. He hadn't been around much lately, being busy with other things, but that just made it even more special when he was there.

"Dean told me you got hurt", he said as he walked over to the bed, concern filling his eyes.

"Apparently she's fine", Dean mumbled from the couch, not bothering to open his eyes while [Y/N] rolled hers.

"I am fine, just have a sore foot. Normal hunting injury", she shrugged but Cas' concern didn't lift. She didn't protest as he raised his hand to press his fingers to her forehead, and she relaxed as she felt warmth flow through her.

"You had a fracture in your foot, and you also had a slight concussion. That is not fine", he said as he sat down on the edge of her bed, his eyes boring into hers.

"Oh", she said, feeling a bit nervous under his gaze. "Thank you".

"You're welcome. You should sleep, I'll wait for the three of you to wake up later".

"Are you going to stay here?" She asked, hopeful that he'd stay, since she always slept better when he was in the room, though she'd never admitted that to anyone. She could imagine the teasing if Dean found out, or even Sam.

"No, I have to..." He paused when he saw her face drop, recognising her disappointment, something that he didn't like seeing. He pretended to clear his throat, a time-filler he'd picked up from Sam over the years. "I mean, yes. I'll stay until you wake up, I can do what I need to from here".

"I'll see you in the morning then", she smiled at he gave her a small smile back.

"Sleep well, [Y/N]".

***

After a couple of hours of sleep, the morning sun started to break through the motel's thin and moth-eaten curtains, stirring her. [Y/N] blinked her eyes open to find Sam stretching in his bed, and Dean already sitting up on the couch with a mug of coffee in his hands. Cas was sitting at the table, an old book laid out in front of him, but he was watching [Y/N]. He quickly averted his gaze when she looked at him, so to her, it looked like he was engrossed in his book. "Morning", she said to the room.

"Hey", Sam said as he stood up from his bed, heading to the bathroom. "Guess we're heading out back to the bunker as soon as possible? Unless we need to stop anywhere on the way back".

"As soon as the two of you are up and ready", Dean nodded at him. Sam nodded back before closing the bathroom door behind him. [Y/N] stretched, glad that the pain in her foot and head was gone. She pushed her covers back and got out of the bed to walk over to the counter beside Dean and Cas, which had a small coffee machine on it. She poured herself a cup and was about to sit down beside Dean, but he readjusted his legs at just the wrong moment and she ended up tripping over them, spilling the coffee on him in the process and catching herself on the couch.

"That fucking burns!" Dean stood straight up off the couch and pulled his now wet t-shirt away from his body and shaking it up and down to fan himself. "

"I am so sorry, I tripped when you moved your legs", [Y/N] said as she stood up, grimacing at Dean's glare.

"Dean, I can heal that", Cas said as he stood up from his seat, walking over to Dean with his hand out and ready.

"Yeah? Can you clean my shirt too?" He asked sarcastically. "This was my last one, I'm gonna have to drive while soaked and smelling of coffee. I'm going to stink up Baby now", he sighed as Cas healed the very small burn on his chest, something that probably would've healed on its own within a day or two.

"Maybe you can borrow one of Sam's?" [Y/N] suggested, but she was only met with another of Dean's glares.

"Maybe you can watch where you're going?" Dean mimicked her voice, mocking her.

"Dean, it was just an accident", Cas spoke up for her, but Dean just waved him off and left the room. "Are you alright?" Cas asked, turning to [Y/N]. She swallowed back a lump in her throat, she hated when someone she cared about was mad at her, but she nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine".

"No, you're not, you-"

"Hey, Dean already out at the car?" Cas was cut off by Sam coming out of the bathroom. "What's wrong?" He frowned at Cas' concerned expression and [Y/N]'s attempt to sniff and clear her throat quietly.

"Nothing", [Y/N] spoke quickly before Cas did. "I uh, I spilled coffee on Dean's shirt, do you have any spare ones?" She asked and Sam went to his bag to rummage through it, pulling out a clean t-shirt and smiling at her, earning a relieved smile back from her. "Thanks", she breathed out, grabbing her bag and stepping into the bathroom to get ready quickly herself, not wanting the rest of them to be waiting too long for her. She took a deep breath and shook herself off, looking into the bathroom mirror. "Bad start doesn't mean you write it off as a bad day", she said to herself.

***

It was mid afternoon when they stopped at a gas station for Dean to fill up the car. "You want anything? I'm just gonna go in and find a snack or something", [Y/N] asked Sam and Cas while Dean was just about to turn off the engine. She was sitting in the back beside Cas, and the journey had been pretty quiet, all of them tired from the hunt and lack of sleep, well, except Cas. She didn't really want a snack, she just wanted a chance to be alone with Dean to apologise to him properly. When Sam and Cas both declined her offer, and Dean was closing his door behind him to head into the store, [Y/N] opened her door to follow behind him.

Dean pushed the door to the store open and stepped aside for her, ushering her in. She was in the middle of saying thank you, when she tripped over the small step in the doorway. She was about to brace herself for the fall when a strong arm hooked around her waist and pulled her back, steadying her. She turned around and looked up at Dean, finishing her 'thank you', but now meant for a different reason, and now with much more embarrassment. She mentally scolded herself for not watching where she was going, again, and especially in front of Dean. She expected another snarky comment from him, but looked up at him in confusion when he chuckled to himself as he let go of her. "You're okay. I'm uh, sorry for snapping at you during the hunt and also this morning. You know how I get when someone I care about gets hurt and I'm running on no sleep".

"It's fine, I deserved it. I do need to watch where I'm going. I wanted to say sorry for spilling my coffee on you earlier actually".

"Don't worry about it, forgiven and forgotton", he smiled down at her, and she smiled back, though it wasn't a smile that reached her eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah... yeah I'm fine", she nodded. "I'll meet you back out at the car, I'm just gonna grab a snack". She parted ways with Dean and found a packet of her favourite snack, hoping that it would brighten up her day a little bit. She was feeling a bit useless, or more like a hindrance than a help to the team at the moment. It was really getting her down. She planned to spend a solid chunk of each day training until the next hunt. Maybe she could improve her balance, or her spatial awareness.

***

"Are you serious?" [Y/N] groaned, throwing head back in the car.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked from his place in the front, and Cas turned to look at her too.

"Look!" She showed both of them the packet she'd opened, the one she'd bought at the gas station. "These are supposed to be dry, not a... wet, soggy... whatever this is!"

"Is that mould?" Sam asked, crinkling his nose as he looked into the bag.

"I dont want to know what it is", she shook her head as she closed the bag.

"Don't even think about putting that down anywhere in Baby, put it in your bag", Dean warned her, catching her eyes in the rearview mirror. "We'll be back in an hour or so".

"I don't want this is my bag", she complained.

"Well it's not touching my car", Dean replied.

"I'll take it", Cas reached over and took the packet from her, holding it in his lap. "Are you hungry?" He asked.

"Not after smelling that... you don't have to hold it for me, Cas".

"It doesn't bother me".

"Well... thank you", she smiled at him, and he smiled back. He knew she wasn't having the best day, so anything he could do to make it better, he would do.

***

[Y/N] unpacked her bag when she got back to the bunker, and took a moment to sit on her bed. It was the evening at this stage, and although the day hadn't been the worst she'd ever had, it hadn't exactly been the best either. She was trying not to let the little things get to her, but she was finding it difficult. Cas was out in the library, researching something to do with a long-lost tablet that could be helpful with supplying energy to heaven. She had told him that she'd help once she'd unpacked, so once she had pushed her negative thoughts to the back of her mind, she stood up and made her way to the library.

She found him sitting at the desk, a pile of books in front of him, and pieces of paper scattered around the table. He looked focused, eyebrows furrowed as he read from a very old, very dusty looking piece of parchment. She stood in the doorway for just a minute, enjoying his calming presence, until he looked up at her, his concentration breaking. "Hello [Y/N], do you still have time to help?" He asked, and she nodded, stepping into the room.

"Of course, I'm free for the rest of the evening", she said as she walked over to him. Unfortunately, she brushed against a loose piece of paper that was hanging over the edge of the table as she went to pull out a chair. It caught against her hip and was pulled out, along with about thirty other pieces of loose paper that were lying on top of it. They all scattered across the library's floor, flying in all directions and spreading their dust as they settled. She stood there, looking at them, and sighed. No matter what she did, something had to go wrong. "I don't even know why I try. I don't know why you wanted my help, I'm the definition of unhelpfullness. No, it's more than that. I make everything worse", she said, gesturing to the fall paper. At her words, Cas stood up and walked over to her, grabbing her arms and looking down at her.

"That's not true", he said, and she chuckled, blinking back tears as she did. "You're not okay, you need to talk. You can talk to me, [Y/N]". He hated seeing her upset, especially at herself. "Will you sit with me?" He asked, letting go of one of her arms so he could tilt her chin up to look at him. He wiped away a stray tear that escaped. "Please".

"You're too busy for this", she shook her head, but he grabbed her hand and led her to a chair at the table. He took another chair and pulled it in front of her, sitting down so his knees touched hers.

"I'm never too busy for you. You will tell me what's wrong, I'll listen, and then if you want I can offer my advice. If you don't want advice, then we can just sit together". She looked up at him and took a shaky breath, but smiled at his offer.

"There isn't really much to advise on. I'm clumsy, I don't look where I'm going, and that just makes everything harder for the people I'm just trying to help", she shrugged, and looked down at her lap, fiddling with her fingers.

"Hey", Cas took her hands in his. His hands were warm and secure, and she instantly found comfort in them. "Everyone messes up sometimes. You, me, Sam, Dean... we all have our strengths and our weaknesses. You are a little bit clumsy, but you're also one of the most intelligent hunters I've ever met. Your plans succeed more than anyone else's. I also... uh", he looked away in embarrassment, and she furrowed her eyebrows at him.

"You also what?"

"I like that you're a little bit clumsy. It... amuses me. Or maybe amuses isn't the right word", he shook his head. "I find it... endearing. It's you, and I like you".

"Endearing?" She asked, her confusion now falling away and a smile pulling at her lips.

"Yes. I don't like it when you get hurt, of course, but if you had absolutely no faults then you wouldn't be you". He looked a little bit bashful as he spoke to her, now avoiding eye contact.

"Thank you, Cas", she squeezed his hands. "I've had a bad day but I don't feel so bad now". She smiled and he smiled back at her, glad she didn't look sad anymore.

"Come here", he said as he stood up, pulling her up and into a hug. She quickly wrapped her arms around his waist, and leaned her head against his chest. His arms held her close, and he stroked her back comfortingly. After a couple of minutes, he leaned back and she looked up at him. "Why don't we pick the papers off the floor, and then you can help me with my research?" He asked and she nodded. She was thankful for the nice end to her bad day, and to Cas for making her feel better about herself.

The end

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Because I wanna spread the "we need more Belphagor" message, how about something with him? Platonic or romantic is your choice but we need more content for him bc he's so :))))

on the verge of a fever

belphegor x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k

warning: the way his character appears in the show has been changed for the purposes of this story; basically, here god is not trying to ruin the whole world, mention of drinking alcohol

summary: Ever wondered if Hell hosts Monopoly nights?

a/n: belphagor is my spirit animal. when you text me, it's the person who writes you back lmao my profile currently looks like a fan club of your requests, but it's not my fault that my obsession with this series is back and you're the only one with ideas related to it. i hope you enjoy it!!<33

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Guiding Sam and Dean towards the bunk stairs, you couldn't help but notice the genuine concern etched on Sam's face. He leaned in, his tone brimming with sincere care, and gently reminded you, “You know, if you ever need a hand, just remember that Castiel is just a phone call away.”

This morning's awakening had thrown you a curveball. At first, you brushed off the strange sensations coursing through your body, thinking they were caused by the aging mattress beneath you. Yet, with each passing moment, that peculiar feeling escalated into something far more troubling. It clung to you like an insistent itch, impossible to ignore, casting an unsettling shadow over your day.

Now, wrapped snugly in the comforting cocoon of your soft, pink blanket, you found yourself ensnared in the relentless grip of a fever. Your body radiated heat, and every movement became a battle against the oppressive weight of illness. The sole lifeline keeping you tethered to the realm of the living was the medication within easy reach.

Summoning a faint smile, you struggled to reassure Sam, who always kept a watchful eye, despite the fatigue evident in your voice. “I'll handle it,” you whispered, your words carrying a hint of exhaustion.

Trying to make the serious mood a bit lighter, you couldn't resist adding a touch of playful sarcasm. “Well, maybe you should head out before your God buddy decides it's time to disappear once again.”

After saying goodbye to the Winchesters, you headed back to your bed. You didn't want to bother Castiel with your problems; you knew he had more important things to worry about than a grown-up hunter catching a simple cold.

As you entered your room, you couldn't help but grumble to yourself. Why did it seem like Sam and Dean never got sick? You were used to risking your life to hunt supernatural creatures, and now, on top of that, you had to deal with a fever. It just didn't seem fair. You plopped down on the edge of your bed, feeling frustrated. This illness was not only physically uncomfortable but also a reminder that even tough hunters like you had to face everyday human struggles.

Ridiculous, you thought.

You took a quick look on the mirror standing in the corner, then let out a sigh of annoyance and laid down on your bed, giving in to a sense of resignation. You didn't even notice when you drifted off to sleep.

Hours later, you slowly opened your eyes, hoping to find some relief from the persistent illness that had plagued you. However, as your vision cleared, you realized that you felt even worse than before. It was as if the fever had intensified during your restless slumber, wrapping you in a suffocating embrace.

With a groan of discomfort, you pushed yourself upright, your head pounding with every movement. The room seemed dimmer, and the last rays of daylight coming from the corridor appeared harsh and unforgiving. Your throat was parched, and your limbs felt heavy as if they were made of lead.

Casting a rueful glance at the clock, you realized that time had slipped away during your troubled nap. It was as though the fever had stolen not only your strength but also precious hours from your day.

You came close to grabbing your phone and calling Castiel, but you resisted, refusing to give in to a moment of vulnerability – or so you tried to convince yourself.

Struggling considerably, you managed to shift your legs off the bed and, with an effort that would make an elderly man with mobility issues proud, you stood up. Your own sigh of discomfort mirrored the sound one might expect from someone in such a situation. You briefly caught a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, mentally noting how pitiful you appeared, before making your way into the hallway, your feet dragging wearily behind you.

The bunker had settled into an eerie quietness, broken only by the weighty sound of your footsteps. As you made your way into the main room, your initial plan to head to the opposite corridor was interrupted by an abrupt rustling in a dimly lit corner of the space.

Your tired eyes strained to identify the source of this disturbance. Could it be a mere product of your fevered imagination? You wouldn't be surprised if your illness had started playing tricks on your mind. After all, nobody else was supposed to be allowed in the vast bunker.

And then, right there, bathed in the soft, muted glow of the bunker's emergency lighting, stood a figure you never anticipated encountering. Your heart skipped a beat, your breath caught in your throat, and your fever-addled brain could only muster one thought; Jack. Why was he here? What was happening? Wasn't he...?

“Jack?” you questioned hesitantly, your gaze darting around the room in search of some evidence that you were still ensnared in a dream.

The figure before you smirked. It wasn't the gentle, innocent smile of Jack. It was something darker, more twisted. Your fevered mind raced to find an explanation. Maybe it was the fever. Yes, that had to be it. You were conjuring this surreal scene in your delirium.

“Hello,” greeted the boy, lifting his right hand in a welcoming gesture, mirroring the way Jack used to.

Confusion knitted your brows as you unconsciously took a cautious step toward this familiar-looking stranger, clutching your blanket tightly around you. Your scrutiny intensified as you examined him closely. The person before you was dressed in the same attire as the last time you saw Jack, but it couldn't possibly be him. Jack Kline had met his demise, so why was he standing before you now?

Your gaze wandered to the sunglasses perched on the boy's face, and you couldn't help but shake your head with a hint of amusement. You swiftly turned away, fully convinced that your need for medication was far more pressing than entertaining these unsettling hallucinations. As you made your determined exit, you could almost hear a faint chuckle from behind you.

“Leaving so soon? And here I was, hoping for some company,” the boy, or rather, the entity inhabiting the boy's body, remarked with a sly grin, his voice dripping with faux disappointment. His sunglasses hid the fiery void that should have been his eyes, concealing his true nature as he attempted to blend in.

You paused, feeling an inexplicable mix of curiosity and unease. There was something off about this whole situation, and it wasn't just the fact that you were conversing with someone who looked like Jack but couldn't possibly be him. The aura this stranger exuded was friendly yet laced with an unsettling undercurrent of something more sinister.

“Why are you here?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly despite your best efforts to maintain composure.

The boy's smile widened, revealing a veneer of friendliness that barely concealed his sadistic amusement. “Oh, I was getting dreadfully bored down in Hell. Thought I'd stretch my legs, so to speak.”

His casual tone and the way he spoke about Hell as if it were a mundane inconvenience sent a shiver down your spine. This was no ordinary encounter, and you couldn't help but wonder if your fever had conjured up this bizarre scenario.

“I'm Belphegor,” the demon chimed in, noting your dubious expression. “Just a temporary tenant, you know? This body was basically vacant real estate, so I thought, 'Why not?' I mean, squatters' rights and all,” he quipped, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders as if discussing his choice of a new apartment. His grin remained as inscrutable as ever, a blend of friendly and utterly unsettling.

You couldn't help but raise an incredulous eyebrow at the demon's cavalier attitude. This was a new low, even for the world you lived in.

“Squatters' rights, huh?” you muttered, not sure whether to be amused or deeply disturbed by his casual demeanor. “Well, congratulations on your, uh, new accommodations.”

Belphegor chuckled, the sound a disconcerting blend of mirth and something far more alarming. “Thanks, I think it suits me. But, you know, I'm not all that bad once you get to know me,” he added with a wicked grin, as if trying to convince you that sharing a body with a demon was just a quirky and harmless coincidence.

Your instincts told you otherwise, and you couldn't help but wonder how deeply the Winchesters were embroiled in whatever bizarre deal this demon had cooked up.

“So, um,” you began, feeling a little like you were fumbling through a conversation with a distant relative you'd rather not acknowledge at a family reunion. The situation was beyond awkward, standing there face-to-face with a demon who had chosen to squat in a body you knew all too well. “Care for a drink?”

If you could, you would have rolled your eyes right then and there, but you had to maintain some semblance of composure. You knew you should be taking action, maybe calling the brothers or attempting to exorcise Belphegor, but your phone was conveniently left behind in your room, and it seemed that the universe had a thing against including demon-killing pockets in your pajamas.

Belphegor's lips curved into a wicked smile, his amusement clear despite the sunglasses concealing his eyes. “Well, aren't you the hospitable one,” he quipped, as if being invited for a drink by the friend of his borrowed body was a regular occurrence.

You couldn't help but chuckle nervously, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. “I figure if I can't beat the demon, I might as well join it for a drink,” you replied with a wry grin, attempting to keep things light, even though your mind was racing with thoughts of what to do next.

As you both made your way to the kitchen, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were walking on thin ice, navigating a situation that seemed to defy all logic. Sharing a drink with a demon in your pajamas was definitely not how you had planned to spend your day, but sometimes, but sometimes you had to improvise.

Entering the kitchen, you were determined to play it cool, all the while keeping a close eye on the boy. You grabbed a bottle of Dean's favorite liquor from the cabinet, figuring that if this was going to be a bizarre demon rendezvous, you might as well make it a memorable one.

“Here's to unexpected company,” you said with a somewhat forced cheerfulness as you poured two glasses, trying your best to hide the anxiety gnawing at your nerves.

Belphegor accepted the drink with a bemused nod, raising his glass in a mock toast. “To unlikely alliances,” he replied, his tone dripping with amusement.

While he was distracted with his drink, you seized the opportunity to grab a glass of water and discreetly pop a couple of fever-killing pills. You hoped that once the medication kicked in, the demon might just decide to take his leave, making this weird encounter nothing more than a fever-induced hallucination.

Sipping your water and pretending to engage in the odd conversation, you silently counted the minutes until the medication would hopefully bring some relief.

As the time passed, you couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was all too real. The fever medication had begun to work its magic, and you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you, courtesy of the combination of drugs and alcohol. Your head was spinning like a top, and you realized that your attempt to blend in and have a normal conversation with a demon was spiraling into absurdity.

“So,” you slurred slightly, trying to focus your blurry gaze on Belphegor, “what's it like down there in Hell? I mean, besides the whole eternal torment thing. Do you guys have, like, a book club or a knitting circle to pass the time?”

Belphegor raised an eyebrow, his amusement evident even through those opaque sunglasses. “Well, it's not all fire and brimstone, you know,” he replied with a mock-serious tone, playing along with your bizarre line of questioning. “We do have our demon potlucks, and occasionally, a game night with some fiendishly fun board games.”

You couldn't help but giggle at the mental image of demons huddled around a Monopoly board in Hell. The combination of fever-induced delirium and the surrealness of the situation had turned the conversation into a comical farce.

“What's your favorite board game, then?” you asked, leaning in closer as if discussing board games with a demon was the most normal thing in the world.

Belphegor chuckled, his sinister amusement undiminished. “Twister,” he replied with a sly grin, and you couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

Lost in the absurdity of your conversation with the demon, you paid little attention to the strange sounds echoing through the bunker. It was as if the very walls were whispering secrets, and you chalked it up to your fevered imagination playing tricks on you.

Belphegor was in the middle of describing a particularly demon version of a summer vacation when a sudden, unexpected voice pierced through the haze of your conversation.

“Y/N” Castiel's deep voice resonated through the kitchen, his sudden appearance causing you to jump so violently that you almost knocked over your glass.

You turned to see Castiel standing in the entrance to the kitchen, his blue eyes penetrating the sunglasses-clad Belphegor with a steely gaze. The demon's expression shifted from amusement to surprise as he realized the presence of an angel.

“Castiel!” you exclaimed, your heart racing as you struggled to regain your composure. “I, uh, didn't expect to see you here.”

Belphegor's amusement seemed to wane as he met Castiel's unwavering gaze. The room fell silent, and the atmosphere shifted from surreal absurdity to a tense standoff between angel and demon.

“What does this supposed to mean?” Castiel asked, his voice steady as he approached the countertop where you were seated, sliding a blade out of his sleeve.

You quickly rose from your seat, wanting to calm the situation. The absurdity of the situation, in which you, in a pink blanket, wanted to defend a demon who could kill you with a snap of your fingers, did not reach you.

“That's Belphegor,” you stammered, your voice wavering as confusion and uncertainty welled up. You realized you had no real justification for the demon's visit. “I-I have no idea why he's here, but he's... uh, he's cool.” Trying to defend the demon only earned you doubtful glances from both Castiel and Belphegor, making this already weird situation even more confusing.

“I've got an offer that might catch the Winchesters' attention,” the demon said as he stepped forward from behind you.

Castiel's expression darkened as he confronted the demon, anger simmering just beneath the surface. “Taking Jack's body... this is desecration,” he hissed, his voice carrying the weight of his disapproval. The angel's gaze bore into Belphegor, as if willing him to understand the gravity of his actions.

You stepped in between the two, desperately trying to ease the mounting tension. “Look, I know this is... complicated,” you began, your voice trembling slightly with the weight of the situation. “But maybe Belphegor has something important. We should hear him out before we jump to conclusions.”

Belphegor, for his part, maintained his sly grin, unfazed by Castiel's anger. “I'm just a demon trying to make the best of my situation,” he chimed in, his tone almost cheerful. “Besides, the vessel was just sitting there, collecting dust. I thought it could use some fresh air, you know.”

Castiel clenched his jaw, clearly struggling to contain his frustration. “It's not about the vessel, it's about respect and dignity.”

Before Castiel could retort further, the kitchen door swung open, and Sam and Dean walked in. Their faces registered a mix of surprise and confusion as they took in the scene before them. The room was filled with a charged silence, broken only by the creak of the door.

“What's going on in here?” Dean finally asked, breaking the awkward standoff. His gaze shifted from you to Castiel and then to Belphegor, who was still wearing that boyish grin beneath those stupid sunglasses.

#platonic relationship #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #belphegor #belphegor fanfiction #belphegor x reader #belphegor imagine #belphegor scenario #jack kline #jack kline fanfiction #jack kline x reader #jack kline imagine #jack kline scenario #castiel #castiel fanfiction #castiel x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester x reader

[marchtothefuckingsea]

Break A Leg - Castiel

My Masterlist.

Word count: 750, short n fluffy

Warnings: None.

Summary: Reader with a broken leg sleeps at the table because they don't think they can make it back to their room. Cas finds them, and even though he can't heal them, he finds a way to make up for it.

I groaned, stretching my leg out. I stretched the rest of my stiff muscles, wincing when a jolt of pain traveled up my leg. Blinking hard, I widened my eyes and tried to get them to focus. The room spun a little, forcing me to squeeze them shut again before I threw up. 

I hunched over the table, soon finding my forehead on the table when I began to drift off. I needed sleep. Looking down at my leg in its cast though, I was almost positive I wouldn't be able to make it to my room without falling down. I groaned again, shutting the old book and placing it further away from me on the desk. Shrugging out of my flannel, I balled it up into a makeshift pillow. I crossed my arms in front of me, and I was asleep as soon as my head was cradled in my elbows. 

Castiel pulled the bunker door shut behind him. "Sam. Dean." He called out. Wandering through the halls with a bit of purpose in his stride, he saw a figure, their leg in a cast, slumped over the library table. 

The book was closed, and he frowned. They hadn't fallen asleep doing research, they had intentionally fallen asleep here. Their broken leg was stretched out in front of them, clunky with the cast.

He wished he could heal them. 

A hand touched my shoulder, and I startled awake. My eyes were blurry with sleep, but I recognized the tan coat the person in front of me wore. "Cas?" I groaned, stretching my arms out in front of me and turning to him.

"You slept here? Intentionally?" He asked me immediately.

"No I- I guess I fell asleep doing research." I smiled apologetically. "Every little bit helps, right?" 

He was frowning now. "The book is closed." He said flatly.

"And? Nevermind, just-" I winced at a sore muscle in my neck. "Should've known that was going to happen." I muttered under my breath.

"You need to sleep. In a bed." 

"No shit sherlock." I sighed. "But I'm fine now."

"No, come on." Before I could protest, he was hauling me to my feet. I staggered slightly, but he was careful not to let my injury get jarred. 

"Why didn't you go back to your room?" He asked as we limped down the hall. 

"Wasn't sure I could make it." I mumbled abashedly. He was silent until we got to my room, and he had helped me to sit on my bed.

"I should be able to heal you. I'm sorry." He apologized, guilt evident on his face as he pulled away.

"It's okay, Cas. Hey," I said to get his attention back on me. His gaze had drifted off like it did when he was beating himself up over something. He turned back to me. "It's fine. Don't blame yourself." 

"If I had my grace-" 

I cut him off. "Don't even go there." I said sternly. "It's not your fault." He sighed, but didn't reply. His frown had lessened, but I knew he wasn't out of the woods yet. 

"If you want to make it up with me…" I trailed off, and his eyes met mine as he tilted his head to the side. "You can stay here." 

"I will." He shifted on the edge of the bed.

"Get comfy."

"I am." 

"No Cas," I stifled a laugh, but not my smile. He gave me a curious glance. "Lay down. Get comfy."

"Oh." 

I was quick to add. "If you're comfortable with that, of course. You don't have to-"

"I'm more than comfortable with it." He had a fond smile on his face now. I felt my face heat up when I wondered what he meant by that. 

He kicked his shoes off and shrugged out of his coat and jacket. I scooted to the side with a wince. "Careful." He murmured. He laid beside me in a half sitting, half lying down position. I startled slightly when his arm snaked around my shoulders. 

"I'm sorry, is-"

"No, no. It's more than comfortable." I repeated him, smiling as I leaned against him. Sighing contentedly, my aching body finally relaxed for the first time in days. I felt Castiel lean his chin on the top of my head, and his hand wrapped around my bicep as I unconsciously curled closer to him. I had been more exhausted than I thought, because in his presence, I passed out almost instantly. 

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[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

birth plan

masterlist

summary: you’re pregnant with castiel’s baby… or is it babies?

pairing: castiel x female reader

rating: R for language

word count: 1.5k

warnings: pregnancy, language, medical inaccuracies i think (i’ve never been pregnant so i don’t think i describe the feeling well)

timeline: this is set in no particular season/episode but there are spoilers for the later seasons (certain characters).

author’s note: i’m basing this off a dream i had - before said dream i never even thought of cas this way at all (gotta love that subconscious, huh?) anyway, i couldn’t stop thinking of this dream so here’s a cas fic :)

when you found out you were pregnant with castiel’s baby you freaked out. not the expected ‘holy fuck there’s a living thing growing inside me’ but more like ‘holy fuck i’m gonna die in a few months cause there’s a tiny angel in my uterus’.

you cried while telling castiel, you were terrified. he assured you he wouldn’t let you die, he promised you would be okay and that the two of you could raise the baby together. if you did live, you had no clue how to raise a kid, or if you even wanted to. you had been raised a hunter and you hated it. when you were six your biggest fear was tornadoes but by the time you were seven your biggest fear was being torn apart by one of the monsters you had learned to fight.

castiel was so happy about the baby, so excited. he knew you would be a fantastic mother and he couldn’t wait to have a baby with you. he knew the baby would be loved unconditionally by so many people, too; you, him, dean, sam, jack, mary, and eileen - all of whom lived in the bunker.

as the months went by the pains grew almost unbearable. you took time away from hunting and had to stay in the bunker. castiel always made sure someone would be in the bunker with you (preferably not alone with jack, who tended to ask questions that scared you - “what if the baby is like me and you have to push a full sized person out” for example). most days cas would stay right next to you but on the rare occasion he needed to be on a hunt, you’d be alone with either eileen, mary, or one of the brothers (rowena visited a couple times, but that was more for trying to find some magical tylenol for the immense pain). you didn’t mind castiel going on hunts, in fact you wished he’d go on more so you wouldn’t feel like you were holding him back.

one morning you woke up and the pain was horrible - it felt like the baby was stabbing you from the inside. castiel tried healing you, but it was no use. the two of you decided an ultrasound was necessary.

“what?” you practically screamed, your eyes wide with fear.

“there must be some kind of mistake?” castiel knotted his brows and stared at the black and white screen in shock.

“no mistake, three heartbeats,” the doctor smiled slightly, wanting to make you feel better, but it obviously did nothing.

“cas i can’t push three kids out!” you whispered. he was holding your left hand in his and standing beside you, his right arm was draped over your shoulder. “cas- castiel i can’t! i- i’m not strong enough! i won’t!” tears were streaming down your face when you turned away from the screen and to the angel.

“could you give us a minute?” cas asked the doctor, she nodded and left. “honey it’s gonna be alright.”

“three baby angels, cas! three! how- how the fuck am i supposed to push three angels out of me, cas?” you were practically sobbing at this point. “i- i’m gonna die, aren’t i?”

“no! no you won’t! i promise you, i will not let you die,” he pulled you into his chest and rubbed your back lovingly. “i know this must be scary, triplets is- it’s gonna be painful.” he kissed the crown of your head.

“but three babies! i mean if i do, by some miracle, manage to give birth and survive, how are we gonna raise three kids, cas?” you wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him as close to you as you could.

“well, we do have four adults and a nephilim excited to help,” he answered, causing you to laugh lightly. it’s true, you had all the support you could need.

cas drove the two of you back to the bunker and you were met with said four adults and nephilim immediately asking where you had been. the five of them were on a hunt and got back while you and cas were at the ob/gyn. you hadn’t left the bunker in months so they had assumed the worst.

you told them the news and they all reacted differently than you and cas. they were so excited, it made you realized they really wanted to help raise the kids. (infact, they had all began thinking of names and had cleaned out the room next to your’s and cas’ for the babies.)

castiel knew that your pregnancy wouldn’t last as long as a normal pregnancy so he wanted to come up with a birth plan. dean purchased new burner phones for each person that were never to be silenced or turned off and the only people who had the numbers were the seven of you. the second you went into labor, someone near you (or you, if you could) would call castiel immediately. if possible they would also notify the others.

another couple months or so went by. you were due any day now - but you had been due any day for over two weeks. you had gotten somewhat used to the pain and rowena had come up with a simple spell with some herbs that you’d mix with your tea every couple hours to help with the pain. garth had moved into the bunker temporarily - he was a trained doula after having to deliver werewolf pups. rowena moved in temporarily too, but that was more for moral support and pain management.

“cas you haven’t left the bunker in over a month! go on this hunt,” you assured him. it was a hunt close by and he was going to take jack with him.

“promise you won’t go into labor til i get back?”

“i won’t let these kiddos leave,” you smile, patting your stomach playfully. he gave you a peck on the lips before leaving with jack.

a couple hours in, you began getting long, sharp pains every few minutes. rowena was the one who recognized the pains as contractions.

“you’re going into labor, we need to get you to the birth room.” she took your your hand gently but you whipped it away.

“no, no i promised cas i’d wait for him,” you shook your head. “the babies are just gonna have to stay put for a whi- ah!” you scrunched your face in pain, holding your stomach.

“okay, we’ll get cas on the phone, we can pray for jack - they’ll be here before you know it,” she tried to reason with you and motioned you to follow her. you shook your head vigorously and didn’t move your feet, absolutely terrified of what was about to happen.

“holy shit,” your eyes widened, cloudy with tears. “my water- i think my water just broke!” you both looked down. “that’s- that’s broken water!”

“exactly hun, you’re going into labor you need to let me help you to the birth room, okay?”

“oh- okay,” you nodded and she helped you to the room. she called out that you were going into labor as she walked you over.

about a month ago the brothers and jack came home to the bunker with a hospital bed from the maternity ward. you didn’t ask how they got it, but you were grateful they did. everyone helped set up the room; towels, blankets, a mini freezer for ice chips, and just about anything you might need while in labor and giving birth.

sam and dean carefully helped you onto the bed. mary called cas and within seconds he and jack were in the room.

“cas!” you smiled, relieved to see him.

“hey, y/n, how are you?” he asked, rushing to your side and tightly holding your hand.

“i’m in pain, cas, i’m about to push three celestial beings out my vagina!” you said dryly.

“right, right, okay it’ll be okay, though,” he kissed your forehead. “you’re gonna be okay. jack’s here and he will keep you alive and well.”

“okay,” you whispered.

“time to start pushing, y/n,” garth announced.

within the hour you had pushed all three babies out. three identical baby boys; with cas’ piercing blue eyes and your winning smile. you were absolutely exhausted, but you were alive. you were holding one baby, cas was holding another, and garth was holding the third.

“so, what’re we naming the little guys?” cas asked, a huge smile on his face and his eyes not moving away from his new baby boy.

“this one’s sam,” you smiled down at the tiny being in your arms. “he’s the biggest.”

“then that makes this little guy dean, he’s a smallest,” cas laughed a little in response. dean would’ve been annoyed at the height joke but he was so honored you were naming a kid after him.

“what about this little guy?” garth asked.

“bobby,” you smiled.

no one went on any hunts for almost two weeks. they all stayed and helped with the babies. baby dean would be named dean jack y/l/n, baby sam would be named samuel charles y/l/n, and baby bobby would be named robert garth y/l/n.

#supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #jack kline #rowena macleod #garth fitzgerald iv #mary winchester #spn #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fluff #castiel fanfiction #castiel x reader #castiel comfort #castiel x pregnant reader #pregnant reader #by ​mind empty just fictional people #by jean

[castiwls]

Omggg hii ok so I've always wanted a fic about what the readers and Castiel's conversation or just interaction in general would be. If the two were already in an established relationship and when Lucifer was possessing Castiel had gotten intimate or something with the reader, not knowing it was Lucifer and thinking it was Castiel of course. What would his reaction be and how would he feel. Especially since he probably had to watch the whole thing go down but could do absolutely nothing about it. How would the two make up and such. <3

this is me trying - c.n

Paring; Castiel x fem!reader

Synopsis; You and Castiel struggle with the aftermath of Lucifer

Warnings; Maybe occ

Notes; Hiii tysm for the request! I've truthfully not wrote for Castiel in soo long so I apologise if this is kinda occ.

Masterlist

“and maybe i don’t quite know what to say but I’m here in your doorway”

Taking a deep breath you leaned back against the headboard of your bed. The book in your lap no longer held your attention as you stared blankly down at it. You didn’t know how to feel about the events which have transpired over the last few days, at first you were angry and then that anger seemed to dissipate into an emptiness mixed with guilt. 

Guilt that you’d not paid enough attention to notice that for the past few weeks, Lucifer had been running around in your boyfriend's body. Playing it back in your head now you noticed the strange behaviour but at the moment you’d paid no mind. 

“Y/n. We need to talk.” Castiel’s voice brought you out of your head. He stood in the doorway a slight frown on his face. You knew exactly what he wanted to talk about but the whole situation still brought a bad taste to your mouth. He watched you for a moment before letting out a sigh and moving into the room. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed he turned to you. “I’m not sure what else to say other than sorry.” The angel looked down at his hands as he spoke. You’d never seen him look as regretful as he did now. 

“Why didn’t you say anything to me? We could’ve spoken about it Cas.” You placed your book to the side before crossing your legs. “I basically cheated on you, do you know how that feels.” You let out a sigh before reaching over to grab his hand. “I’m not angry at you, I just…I let him into our space, and I told him things thinking I was talking to you. I let him kiss me Cas, and it’s all I can think about.” 

In truth, the guilt had been pretty much eating you alive. The emptiness you felt now came from the fact that the guilt had seemingly taken everything else. He was quiet for a moment before squeezing your hand and looking back up.

His eyes met yours for a moment before he shifted slightly closer. “It’s not your fault what happened. It’s my fault I know that,” He frowned again going quiet. You knew from the look on his face that he was struggling to find the words to express how he felt. 

He had his own guilt over the whole situation. Having to sit back and watch someone else pretend to be him and interact with you in that way had left him feeling angry and helpless in a way he’d never experienced before. Seeing how it had affected you though was worse than any guilt he could ever feel. 

“I’m willing to work with you.” He finished after a moment. He smiled at you before squeezing your hand again. “Thank you.” You squeezed his hand back. You were both quiet for a moment before you patted the space next to you. The tension from his shoulders seemed to drop at your invite and he happily moved next to you.

This was the first time since Lucifer that you’d both been alone together. A sigh of contentment left you as you settled into his side. You knew things weren’t gonna go straight back to how they were. Castiel had still broken your trust by doing what he’d done but you also knew that he would do anything to regain your trust.

You smiled up at him before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. A smile graced his lips as your lips met his and for that moment you allowed yourself to forget about the past few weeks.

#supernatural #castiel #castiel x you #castiel imagine #castiel x reader #castiel fanfiction #spn #castiel novak #misha collins #misha collins x reader #castiel x y/n #castiel x female reader #spn fanfic #spnfandom #castiel angel of the lord #supernatural x reader #supernatural imagine #supernatural headcanon #dean winchester x you #sam winchester x you #sam Winchester #spn reader insert #dean Winchester #spn angst #.mine #.spn #.castiel #.req

[deanswhiskey]

𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 - 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐥

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summary; you and castiel build a gingerbread house together

wc; 825

warnings; none :)

authors note; short little fiction for my first cas fic 🫶

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“i do not understand the purpose of this.” castiel said holding two walls of the gingerbread house you two were building.

your concentration broke from castiels monotonous voice. “cas, baby, there’s no purpose it’s just for fun.” you resumed icing the corners together.

earlier today, you were out running errands for the bunker, which included grocery shopping.

you stopped by the small little christmas section just to browse. you had already decorated with what little you had. what caught your eye was the display of various gingerbread houses. you hadn’t done one of those since you were little. grabbing the standard house, you thought it’d be a fun idea to build with cas.

when you arrived home, you called cas from the kitchen.

no matter how long you know cas, him flying in anywhere always gave a scare of some kind. “what is it, dear?” he said.

“look what i bought us!” you sang out, holding up the gingerbread house box. castiel only furrowed his bored and tilted his head, not understanding what that is. “it’s a gingerbread house! you get all these pieces of a house made out of gingerbread and you stick them together with icing and decorate with candy!”

cas took the box from your hands and inspected it. he opened the box and dumped out its contents onto the kitchen table and picked up the small tube of icing it came with. “don’t worry, i bought more icing; these things never come with enough.”

there were also gingerbread dough packaged up near the house kits. you hoped to make a little tiny version of you and cas; maybe sam and dream too if you had enough.

“c’mon, let’s get working!” you said, which led you to right now.

“why use stale cookies to make a house? why not cardboard? or wood?”

you sighed, removing yourself from the house. you set the icing down and took a heavy glass and propped it on the inside of the walls so it could rest and cas could take his hands off.

you gently took his hands in your, “honey, it’s just a silly little tradition around the holidays,” you giggled, “it’s supposed to be fun. it stays up just like any decoration.” cas starts to understand, he smiles. “okay?” cas just nods. you reach up and give him a kiss on the cheek. he loved how gentle your kisses were, wether it be on the cheek or on the lips.

the two of you finished the house. it was beautifully messy. castiel took the liberty of decorating the side of the house.

he didn’t necessarily understand how to use a piping bag at first but he got the hang of it. he also loved the gumdrops, even stealing a few.

you giggled when he had accidentally wiped some icing on his cheek. you reached up and licked the little bit off; castiels cheeks flushed pink, not expecting that, at all.

“i have an idea!”

“what is it, pretty,” cas said

you blushed at the nickname before continuing. “we should make each other out of gingerbread people, i’ll make you and you make me!”

castiel nodded and smiled at the idea. you grabbed the dough and you and castiel began the roll out separate pieces. you took the cookie cutter and you each cut out like gingerbread people. there was enough left so you decided to make wing for castiel, sam, and dean.

the cookies went into the oven for a bit before you took them out. they had to cool off so you and castiel sat down and finish what little candy was left. you introduced the idea of tossing something his way and catching it in his mouth; castiel had gotten really good at it.

the cookies cool and you began frosting. you separated the icing so you can use it different colors. the both of you worked very hard on creating little gingerbread versions of you; and sam and dean.

when you finished, you presented them to each other. castiel smiled at his frosted wings. castiel had made little gingerbread you wear your favorite shirt.

after presenting them, you had put it on display, making your gingerbread people hold hands. sam and dean were set up too, on the opposite side of you two.

you took a step back and admired your messy little gingerbread house, it was perfect. castiel took his hand in your and smiled at the house too. you glanced up at him, “shall we go set it up?” castiel nodded, kissing the top of you head before grabbed the tray it was on.

the two of you headed to the living room and the two of you decided to set it on top of mantle.

“can we do this every year? can it be our tradition?” castiel looked down at you.

“of course, cas.” you smiled.

the two of you stood and admired your little family of gingerbread.

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#spn #supernatural #supernatural fic #castiel x reader #castiel #castiel fluff #castiel fanfiction #castiel fic #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fluff #supernatural imagine #castiel imagine

[bunnybunbun0]

Boyfriend Cass headcanos!

Pairing: Castiel X reader

Warnings: based when little feathered lovie fell and became human

A/N: I wanna really get back on my feet when it comes to writing this year (happy new year's by the way!!) And what better way to start than headcanos? Not proofread and typed on my phone so probably much typos!

• I wanna start ou saying how adorable it would be helping him out to understand humanity!

• Just imagine in the morning he asking you for help to start the toaster cause he have no idea how but he knows he likes his bread toasted!

• once he got the hang of it better tho he would spoil you as best as he could with his limited skills and his clumsiness

• he'd make you a pbj every single time he makes one for himself,cause if he feels hungry he bet you does too

• becoming human would also make him so much more empathetic than he already is when it comes to you being hurt

•the tiniest scratch on you and he's fumbling with the first aid kit

•would be the CEO of taking care of you when you're on your period! Makes sure you drink plenty of water,gives you medicine for your cramps and eagerly massages every teensy part of your body

•confused anytime you make and obscure pop culture reference, giving you a more than glad excuse to introduce him to some of your favourite films

•i know this man loves gossip,so fill him in on every little drama happening everywhere,would listen to you babble about celebrity drama for hours

•when everything was set and he came back to the bunker he was sharing a room with you,and it was just an angelical drop on your girly room

• so you took him to a target to let him get a piece of decoration to make it sure it's his room too! He chose a bee plushie cause he's still fascinated by them<3

• honey would be his pet name for you,he thinks it's classic and still sustains his love for bees and for you

• your kisses are the only thing to make him relax when he's nervous or overthinking,he loves forehead kisses more than anything!

• he doesn't have much things but loves sharing what he has with you

• he's a true gentleman and always let you use his trenchcoat when it's windy

•loves loves loves holding hands!

• he loves being in contact with nature so expect a lot of outdoor dates like picnics or hikes

•is ridiculously gentlemanly, opens car doors for you,grabs your hands when you're coming down the stairs, and things like that

• his biggest role models to be a good boyfriend are things like really old black and white romances and radio novels

• as much as he doesn't say so he misses his angel days dearly,so the way to compensate it is telling you every single story of his celestial days

• he gives you a feather of his wings like a prized possession,as a reminder he'll always be with you with powers or not

•OMG WHEN HE DISCOVERS WHAT A CUDDLE IS!!! you're obligated to sleep flushed to his chest every night or else he wont have a good night sleep

•if you get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom or have a glass of water he will just follow you and wait for you staring at you like a cat with his sleepy eyes

• I feel like one day out of the blue he'll just randomly ask you to marry him

• when got confused and startled by his question he just said he thought that's what he did when humans loved each other

•long story short as soon as there's not an impending apocalypse you plan on tying the knot!

•the time of most happiness in his millenniums of life having a domestic life with you was his favourite thing

#castiel #castiel x reader #castiel x you #castiel x y/n #Castiel x fem!reader #human!cas #castiel fluff #castiel fanfiction #castiel fic #castiel headcanon

[pinkiebieberpie]

castiel's instagram account

supernatural masterlist

#castiel #misha collins #castiel smut #castiel x you #castiel x reader #castiel fluff #castiel fanfiction #castiel moodboard #castiel social media au #castiel fic #castiel drabble #castiel blurb #misha collins fanart #supernatural #spn castiel #spn

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Destined For Greatness

Pairing: Destiel x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: minor angst, michael posessing dean, destiel fluff at the end

Request by anon: Hey can i request a imagine about being a Tribrid (Half angel, half demon, half witch) who Team Free Will  takes under their wing and being like a daughter to Dean and Castiel (they can be married) and defend them when Michael, Lucifer, or Raphael attacks them? 

Summary: Michael took your dad away from you and it's up to you and Jack to ger him back in one piece.

Square Filled: michael!dean (2023) for @heavenandhellbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

x

You, your dad, Sam, and Jack are gathered around the war room trying to come up with a plan of attack on Michael. You’re nervous to say the least because you’ve never faced someone as powerful as Michael, but he has someone you love dearly. He trapped Dean inside his own mind while taking over his body and doing God only knows what with it. Taking down humanity is one thing but going after someone you love is a whole different ballpark.

“I still think we need a plan B,” Castiel sighs.

“Plan A is going to work. I’ve been practicing all month,” you state.

“Dean can get hurt.”

“Dad, I promise no harm is going to come to Dad. Do you really think I’d put him in danger?”

Castiel stares into your bright teal eyes, a mixture of Dean’s forest green and Castiel’s electric blue. He reaches out and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“No.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about.”

“Okay, I trust you.” Castiel turns to the other two men and sighs. “What’s the plan?”

“We know where he’s hiding, right? Y/N will use her magic to make sure he’s alone. She will pretend to be the scared daughter who just wants her dad back.” Sam turns to you with determination. He’s hellbent on getting his brother back one way or another, and that’s through you. “As soon as his guard is down, you’ll pull Michael from Dean. Once he’s out, Cas and I will get Dean to safety, and that’s when Jack comes in. His power combined with yours should be enough to take him down. He’ll only be a white light since he won’t have enough time to find another vessel.”

“Are you sure she’s gonna be safe?” Castiel asks.

“Dad, I can do this. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t think I could handle it.”

It’s true. You’re the first of your species, a demon/angel/witch tribrid. You’re always discovering new abilities, always showing a new side to yourself, and you’re doing it all alone. Since you’re the first and only of your species, you have no one to turn to if you have any questions. This journey of self-discovery has been done through trial and error, and there have been a lot of errors. 

Not this time. This time, you will not fail. Your dad’s life depends on it.

You gather what you need and head out with the three men to the warehouse you know Michael is in. He’s been capturing monsters to make them hybrids of his own creation, but none of them have survived his experiements. He wants to create an army that will rule over humanity, but it’s time you put an end to it.

You walk into the warehouse alone and into the back room where Michael is. His back is turned to you when you enter but you know he knows you’re here because he stiffens up. He wipes the blood from a large blade and you see someone lying dead on the ground by his feet. You change your demeanor to that of a scared child rather than someone who is all powerful.

“I’m assuming you didn’t come alone,” he says and turns to face you.

“They don’t know I’m here. They wouldn’t have let me come otherwise.” Michael nods once in agreement. “I just want to speak to my dad, please.”

“Sorry, kid, no can do.”

“You have to understand where I’m coming from. He’s my dad. You took him away from me without letting me say goodbye,” you cry.

“I’m only going to tell you this once because I’m feeling a little generous. Your daddy is gone. He’s not coming back. Now, I’ve kept him alive for this long but I can easly kill him and keep the body. If you don’t want that to happen, I suggest you leave.”

This scared act isn’t going to work. You have to do something else or you’re going to put your dad in more harm than not.

“Fine, I’ll leave. Just please tell him I love him.”

“Sure,” Michael rolls his eyes.

You turn to leave but Michael’s eyes don’t leave you. He’s not going to relax until he knows you’re gone. Instead of doing that, you gather every bit of strength inside of you to take down Michael. You turn to Michael with magic in your eyes and at your fingertips.

“I changed my mind. I’m not leaving here without my dad.”

You blast him back with your magic but it doesn’t really effect Michael in the way he thinks. Instead of dissipating, your magic gets sucked back into you like a vaccum. With it is Michael’s true form. He tries to fight it but the combined powers of demon, angel, and witch is enough to pull Michael completely from your dad. Dean falls to the ground, completely weak physically and mentally.

“No, stop!” Dean cries out but doesn’t have the strength to stop his daughter.

Sam and Castiel enter the back room from the side and rush over to Dean to get him to safety. Castiel can try and fight Michael, but you and Jack are more powerful than he can ever dream of being. This has to be done by the both of you. Michael’s true form spikes angrily as it tries to find another vessel to use, but you keep him suspended into the air with your powers. Jack walks in behind you and blasts Michael with his own power, rendering Michael useless.

Michael tries to fight back against both your powers but is having a hard time doing so. He becomes so frustrated and angry that he sends a sharp screech right at you. You release your hold on him and cover your ears as you scream out in pain. Even covering your ears isn’t enough to escape the shrill of his voice. 

With you out of the way, Michael blasts you and Jack back into the wall behind you, and he quickly makes his escape to find another vessel for the time being. He’s going to be back once he’s more prepared to fight you and Jack. Dean, Sam, and Cas come back into the room and run over to you and Jack with concern written across their faces. Sam checks Jack over while both your dads comfort you.

“Are you okay?” Castiel asks worriedly.

“Yeah, I just have a headache. Whatever he did messed with my mind,” you whimper in pain. “I’m okay, though. It worked. I got Dad back.”

“This was completely reckless. You shouldn’t have gone in there like that,” Dean scowls.

“Hey, we can pick this up when we get back home. Right now, we need to get the hell out of here,” Sam says.

“He’s right. We need to go,” Castiel says.

Dean scoops you into his arms and carries you back out to the car. The ride home was spent relaxing and gaining your strength back. Michael is very powerful and if you have any shot at beating him, you’re going to need to hone your powers and become stronger mentally. Still, by the time you got home, you’re almost asleep from how tired it made you. Dean takes you to your room to tuck you in despite you being almost eighteen.

“Stay with me?” you mumble when he goes to leave.

“Sure,” he chuckles. The hard talk can come tomorrow once you’ve fully rested. The only thing that matters now is that you’re safe and back in his arms. He won’t ever let anything happen to you, not after your mom died on his watch. Dean watches your eyes flit back and forth under the lid and he wonders what you could be dreaming about. Someone knocks on the door once and Dean looks up to see his husband at the doorway. “There’s room for one more.”

Castiel walks in and gets into bed, careful not to wake you.

“I was really scared,” Castiel confesses.

“I wasn’t,” Dean whispers back. “I knew I was gonna be okay because I have you and Y/N to watch over me.”

Castiel knows how hard it is for Dean to talk about his feelings, so this is a big step. It’s only because Sam isn’t in the room, and you’re asleep so you won’t hear it either. Castiel meets Dean halfway and kisses him slowly but lovingly. It’s moments like this that makes what they do worth it. Dean pulls away from his husband and looks down at his daughter once more.

“She’s going to be very powerful one day.”

“She got it from her mother.” Your mom had been possessed by a demon and an angel while being a powerful witch which is why you’re a tribrid. “She’s destined for greatness, and we’re both going to be here to witness it.”

Castiel and Dean decide to stay in bed with you to comfort you until the morning.

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[octoberclidan]

I'll Watch Over You

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Request: Ok i have a very specific request, kind of a weird one but so basically i have been having terrible mood swings, i think part of it is my pmdd, though i suspect i may be bipolar, i find myself breaking down over the smallest things like the air conditioning being too loud and i can’t help but think about how cas would just hold you through it. He’d be so calm and so sweet i need someone to write a comfort fic based on this

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"[Y/N]? You awake?" Sam's voice woke [Y/N] up from her sleep, and she opened her eyes halfway to look towards her doorway to see him standing there, silhouetted against the light coming from the hallway. "Didn't you want to go to that farmer's market this morning? Why are you still in bed?"

"What? What time is it? When did you get back?" She rubbed her eyes and yawned.

"It's just past noon, we got back a few minutes ago".

Her eyes snapped open and she pushed her covers off her. "Noon?! Shit, Dean's gonna be so annoyed. He is going to be pissed". She groaned while pushing her legs off the bed and sitting on the edge.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, he made me promise to get him those mini pies that they sell at the market. You know the ones he usually gets from the market that only happens once a month? He asked me like fifty times before you both went to help Jody with that case... which I should've asked you about before talking about pies". She ran her hand down her face in frustration.

"It went pretty well, only a few minor issues, no injuries past some bruises. I'll fill you in later. He's just going to have to wait until next month, the market usually ends at 11am, right?"

"I know. Ugh I'm so annoyed at myself". She threw herself back down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. She was on a temporary ban from hunts since she'd messed up on the last few. Sam and Dean had sat her down the previous week before they left on the hunt and told her she needed to get herself together, to stop rushing things and being so careless around monsters and demons. She was a skilled fighter, and for the most part was good at strategy and being smart and working well with the boys. Sometimes however, she had days when everything seemed to be working against her, and those days were dangerous when they happened on hunts. Those days had been happening a lot over the last couple of months.

"Do you want me to break the news to him? You may want to avoid him for awhile". He chuckled and [Y/N] leaned back up, propping herself up on her elbows to glare at him.

"It's not funny Sam".

"Sorry, sorry". He chuckled again, holding his hands up in defeat. "You might want to think about getting up though before the day is over". She sighed and lay back down again. Sam turned to leave, but stopped just before walking away to turn back to her. "Hey, also, why is the bunker so cold? When we walked through the door we could barely tell the difference from outside, and it's snowing out there".

"Oh... I uh, turned the heating off". She was glad her room was dark to hide the embarrassment from her face.

"Why?" Sam raised an eyebrow at her. "It's freezing".

"I know, I just couldn't concentrate on anything with the hum from it yesterday. You were calling me to ask all sorts of questions about banshees and I just kept getting distracted by the noise. It was frustrating".

"Okay... well, do you mind if I turn it back on?"

"Go for it". She sighed, and listened as his footsteps quietened the farther he walked down the hall. After a bad start to the day, the rest of the afternoon did not pan out well either. She'd gotten herself tangled up in her sheets and had fallen out of the bed when trying to get up, knocked a glass off her bedside table in the process and cut her hand, then stubbed her toe on her door as she pulled it closed, nearly slipped in the bathroom on some water that was on the tiled floor, and then was faced with no hot water. Having the heating turned off for an entire day meant that even though Sam had turned it back on, it was going to take awhile to heat the entire bunker, including the water supply. She had a cold shower, then realised she'd left her clothes behind in her room and would have to walk back in her towel and just hope that she didn't bump into anyone on her way back. Of course, luck was not on her side.

"Hiding from me?" She froze as Dean's gruff voice sounded from behind her. "I asked you to do one thing. One thing". She turned around to see him shaking his head at her. She felt like a scolded child, standing there vulnerable in her towel and shivering from the cold.

"Can I get dressed before you tell me how disappointed you are?"

"I'm beyond disappointed [Y/N], I'm frustrated. You don't listen to anyone anymore, you constantly mess shit up, what's wrong with you?"

"Look Dean, I had a rough week while you were all away, okay? I felt like crap, like I was being grounded when I'm a grown adult. I worked my ass off researching everything you guys asked me to. I found answers for everything. I couldn't sleep because it was too noisy with the heating on, then I couldn't sleep because it was too cold with the heating off. I'm tired, I missed my alarm, I missed the market, and I'm sorry. Okay? I am sorry". She didn't realise she was trembling on top of the shivering, tears threatening to spill from her eyes until she watched Dean's face soften slightly, not knowing how to respond to her.

"[Y/N]" He sighed, running his hand down his face. "I don't know what to say to you".

"Dean". A gravelly voice behind her pulled her attention to Cas, who was standing there in his usual attire with a stern expression on his face. "I think you've said enough for now. You should go". She looked back to Dean who was waving them off, stomping his way back down the hall to his room. She readjusted her grip on her towel as she heard Cas walking towards her, not turning around to face him as the tears of frustration were now running down her face. "Are you alright?" His hand came to rest on her back and she jumped sightly at the unexpected touch.

"Yeah. Yeah, just... had a long week". She said as he walked around to face her, tilting his head, his eyes filled with sadness as he saw her crying.

"Do you want to talk about it? I know Dean says otherwise but talking is supposed to help". She shook her head at his suggestion, afraid of how shaky her voice would sound if she spoke now that she was facing him. "Okay. Would you like to get dressed and then sit with me? I have something to show you". This suggestion peaked her interest and she looked up to meet his eyes, curiosity getting the better of her. When he didn't offer a further explanation, she nodded and he smiled at her. "Alright. Get dressed, I'll wait outside your door". She nodded and went to turn around, but he grabbed her wrist first. "Let me heal your hand". He flipped her hand over so her palm was facing up with the small cut on display, his hand underneath holding it up. He lifted his free hand and placed it on top of hers, letting out a soft glow while a wave of warmth spread through her hand, the stinging disappearing.

"Thanks Cas". She sniffed as he let her hand go. He brought it up to her face and wiped her tears away with his thumb before he walked with her to her room and then stood outside as she closed the door behind her. She dropped her towel to the floor and sat on the bed for a few moments, trying to push the tears back down. She took a deep breath a sighed before walking over to her dresser to pick out some clean underwear, her comfy sweatpants, and one of the boys' old t-shirts, along with a pair of fluffy socks. Her room had heated up a little bit, but it was still cold, and all of her hoodies were in the laundry. Mentally scolding herself for forgetting to do the laundry, knowing that once Sam realised that it wasn't done she'd get an earful from him too, she settled on pulling a light blanket over her shoulder. She took another deep breath before opening her door again, the angel still standing where she left him. He smiled at her and held out his hand, which was unusual for Cas, but she took it without thinking.

"Where are we going?" She asked quietly as they walked past Dean's room, not wanting to confront him again.

"You'll see". He glanced down at her quickly to see her puzzled expression but he didn't say any more, and neither did she. He held her hand the entire way down the corridor, through a door, down another corridor, through another door, and eventually they ended up deep in the bunker, in an area that [Y/N] wasn't overly familiar with. She pulled her blanket tighter the farther they went, the temperature dropping along the way with the heating not quite catching up. Finally, he pulled her towards a large dark blue door and pushed it open before letting go of her hand to place his on the small of her back as he gently guided her into the room. It was a small, dark room. Two of the walls were covered in shelved, stuffed with books. There was a small couch just beside the door with several large pillows on it. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all covered in what looked like square panels of carpet, all dark blue to match the door. He ushered her to the couch where she sat down, surprised at how comfortable it was considering how old it would have to be, and Cas closed the door. Her eyes shot up to him in surprise as he turned to face her, a knowing smile on his face.

"It's quiet". She whispered.

"It's sound proof". He whispered back. "You won't hear the hum of the heating in here. You won't hear the hum of the aircon, you won't hear Sam and Dean arguing, you won't hear anything in here". He sat down beside her and watched as she looked around the room in amazement.

"Thank you Cas, really, I appreciate it so much".

"I don't like seeing you upset". He reached over her shoulders and took the blanket off her, before repositioning it over her front. "I'll talk to Dean, he shouldn't speak to you like that. I think he's tired from the hunt, you don't always mess up. You've saved all of us so many times, and don't tell Sam, but you're better at research than he his". She giggled a little bit as he squeezed her leg, a smile forming on his lips at the sound. "You said you couldn't sleep from the noise. You can sleep in here. I can leave you to some peace and quiet". He stood up but she spoke up before he could open the door again.

"You could stay". She said, not quite looking up to meet his eyes. "You don't have to, but I've been alone all week so I wouldn't mind if you wanted to stay". She blushed a bit as Cas sat back down beside her without question and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"I'll stay with you. Do you want to lie down?" He asked and she then realised that there was nowhere else to sit in the room but the couch they were on. "I'll lie with you, if you want". He gently rubbed her arm over the blanket. When she nodded, he leaned back and pushed his legs up onto the couch, pulling [Y/N] down with him. After a bit of maneuvering, Cas lay on his side on the outside of the couch facing in, and [Y/N] lay on the inside of the couch, her back to his chest. "You can cry if you want. I don't mind, you can let it out. I'll hold you". She nodded as fresh tears began to form in her eyes, no longer wanting to hide. "I'll hold you whenever you need me to". He said. She felt him press his lips to the top of her head as his arm reached around her to hold her closer, while his legs tangled with hers. She wanted to stay awake and enjoy the comfort that Cas was bringing her, but his slow, deep breaths against her back were lulling her to sleep. She felt safe, and protected, and all of the bad memories and worries from the beginning of the day shortly dissipated. Just before she drifted off, she heard Cas whisper one more thing.

"Sleep, [Y/N]. I'll watch over you".

The end

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[bi-bard]

First 'I Love You' - Team Free Will 2.0 Preference (Supernatural)

Title: First 'I Love You'

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline

Word Count: 1,454 words

Warning(s): (Dean's) mention of canon-typical violence, (Sam's) none, (Cas's) none, (Jack's) Season 14 spoilers, mention of death

Author's Note: *guilty voice* Hey Supernatural fans... been a while, huh?... nice to see you. How are you? How long has it been?

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Dean Winchester:

It had been a long hunt.

Not particularly rough, just long. It took forever to get answers and then getting a solution to the problem was an entirely separate ordeal.

I was tired, I was grumpy, and I felt like I had been covered head to toe in crap. Not literal crap, but you get the point.

So, I am going to say that I was understandably upset when the hunt was over, and Dean started laughing.

We were both catching our breath. Dean was leaning forward with his hands on his knees. I had been pacing a bit, trying to calm myself down. I looked over at him when I heard him chuckling. That chuckling soon turned into full laughter.

"What the hell are you laughing at," I asked.

He stood up straight. "You're telling me none of this is a little funny."

"Not particularly."

"Well, trust me," he pointed all around us. "This entire situation is hilarious."

I watched him chuckle for a few more moments before running a hand over my face and sighing.

"You are so lucky that I love you," I muttered.

There was a beat before Dean spoke up, "What was that?"

I felt like I had swallowed my tongue.

Dean and I had been together for a while at that point. However, saying 'I love you' had kind of been pushed to the back burner. The amazing world of hunting had left both of us hesitant to say it because then, everything became too real. There was more risk. More fear.

"Did you say that you loved me," he asked, smirking at me.

I scoffed nervously before rolling my eyes. "Don't be an ass about it."

I went to walk away but Dean grabbed my hand and pulled me back over to him. He kissed me gently, smiling against my lips.

He leaned back for a moment to speak, "I love you too."

I grinned and looked down for a moment. "We... um... We should probably get out of here."

"Just a minute," Dean muttered before leaning forward to kiss me again.

If the hunt had been shitty, at least I could have some good memory tied to it.

Sam Winchester:

The hunting life didn't usually allow for sweet moments.

It was a lot of running around, fighting, and a lot of unhealthy coping mechanisms. There simply wasn't room for many hunters to allow themselves good things.

When I met Sam, it felt like he was meant to be one of the good things. One of the few things that I got to hold onto for no reason other than the fact that I wanted to.

I tried to work sweet moments into our relationship when I could. Nothing extravagant. Just nice.

One night, I sent Dean out to the bar and took over the kitchen. I made dinner for Sam and me. It wasn't a complicated recipe, but it was enough for a small date night.

"Sammy!" I yelled down the hall after setting the table.

"Yeah," I heard from another room.

"Come to the kitchen!"

"Alright!"

I stepped back quickly, going to stand next to the table. I looked around the kitchen. I cleaned up most of the mess before I called him in.

Sam jogged in, stopping on the top step into the kitchen.

His eyebrows furrowed. "What's this?"

"Dinner," I said simply. I motioned to the table. "Ta-da."

There was a pause before Sam leaned over and kissed my forehead.

"Thank you," he mumbled to me. "You didn't need to do this."

"I know," I nodded. "I wanted to."

He thanked me again before we both sat down.

The dinner itself was normal. It was calm and relaxing. In our lives, we didn't get that very often, so we took the time to enjoy it when we could.

It was a while later, we were still sitting at the table, now-empty plates were placed off to the side. I don't quite remember what we had been talking about at the time.

There was a small dip in the conversation.

Sam reached over and grabbed my hands across the table. I grinned, running my thumb along his skin. I went to look him in the eye again.

"(Y/n)," he muttered. I hummed to show I was listening. "I... I love you."

My smile slowly grew before I leaned over the table and kissed him. He chuckled a bit against my lips.

"I love you too," I mumbled as I leaned back.

Our life didn't leave a lot of room for nice things. But that just seemed to make the nice moments even more special.

Castiel:

"Y'know, you don't have to stay here at night."

I knew Cas didn't sleep.

He had told me that himself.

But at some point during our relationship, he had started falling into this pattern of lying next to me through the night. I didn't mind having him there, but I felt guilty for forcing him to be stuck there for however long I may actually get to sleep that night.

He was there right now, letting me wrap my arms tight around his torso. My face was kind of hidden in his neck as I spoke.

"What do you mean," Cas asked.

"I mean that you don't have to spend the night lying next to me," I explained. "I don't want you to feel trapped here."

"I don't feel trapped," he replied.

I just nodded, relaxing into his arms.

"Do you want me to go?"

"No, no, no," I tilted my head, so I was looking at him. "I like having you here. I was just making sure that you didn't feel obligated to be here. I didn't want to force you to stay."

He didn't respond for a moment.

I sighed, feeling bad. I thought I had overstepped and made him feel guilty. I liked having him there. I was just trying to be nice.

"I thought what I was doing was a normal thing to do with someone you love," he replied after a few moments.

I paused, eyes going wide.

Cas tilted his head as best he could to look at me.

He must've caught sight of how shocked I was.

"Did I say that too soon," he asked. "Dean warned me about that potentially scaring you away-"

"No," I moved even further back. One of my hands cupped the side of his face. "You didn't say it too soon. I was just a bit shocked. That's all."

There was a pause before a smile broke out on my face.

"I love you too," I muttered before leaning in and pressing my lips to his.

There was no way that it had happened too early.

The moment was too perfect for that to be the case.

Jack Kline (Season 14, Episode 8):

There was this long pause.

After Jack had jumped up from the table and rambled out whatever spell Dean had handed them.

The room was just quiet.

Dean and Sam moved first, both hugging Jack.

I couldn't get myself to move at first. I felt like I was cemented to the floor. Maybe my brain was in denial still. Like some part of me thought I was imagining the whole thing.

"(Y/n)-"

Hearing Jack say my name seemed to be enough to get me to move. I stepped forward quickly, wrapping my arms around them. I let out a sigh as they hugged me back.

"I thought I lost you forever," I muttered. I let out a sigh. My hands cupped the sides of Jack's face as I moved back.

There was a small pause as they grinned at me. I grinned back.

"Sammy."

I didn't see what Dean did, but I heard the brothers walk out of the room. I moved, going to sit next to Jack on the table.

"How are you feeling," I asked.

"Fine," they replied. "It's nice to not be dead anymore."

"I would imagine," I chuckled. There was a pause, I reached over and took their hand. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," they mumbled.

"Jack..."

I trailed off for a moment. In a matter of moments, I was second-guessing everything.

"Yeah," they asked.

"I... I love you," I muttered.

The smile that formed on their face made my heart melt. I smiled back.

Jack looked down for a moment before speaking, "I love you too."

We both seemed to let out a nervous laugh at the same time, looking down to avoid how embarrassed we both looked.

I leaned over and rested my head on Jack's shoulder. They rested their head on mine.

I would've given anything to hold onto that soft moment forever.

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Author's Note: I can't explain it, but Jack's gives off Heartstopper vibes. Is that just me? Does anyone else see it?

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[welldonebeca]

The Farm (I)

Summary: After dropping Sam and Jess at Stanford, Dean surprises you with a visit to Shurley Farms. Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader. With a side of A!Dean x O!Cassie, A!Castiel x O!Reader, and A!Dean x O!OC WC: 3.2k words Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics. Oral sex, dirty talking, degrading kink, lactation kink, exhibitionism.

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"Now, isn't this place so much nicer?" you looked at Jess and Sam.

You and Dean had come down with them to Stanford, to say the proper goodbyes, spend a little more time together and settle them in a more comfortable way.

Now, their debts were being taken care of by Dean, and you were helping them move out of their itsy bitsy tiny old house and into a proper flat.

"It's very generous," Jess hummed, looking around.

The place was all furnished, so they wouldn't have to worry about it. It was very pretty too.

"And, I was able to convince the guy to let you two rent just while you graduate," Dean stepped to her, putting a hand around her waist. "So you can move back home as soon as you are finished."

She rested her head on his shoulder, looking happy.

"I'm going to miss you so much," your sweet Omega lamented.

You jumped, surprised, when Sam came up behind you, touching your belly.

"Are you sure you are okay?" he kissed your cheek. "Don't you want to take a nap before hitting the road again?"

You chuckled a bit.

"Oh, Sam," you covered his hand. "This is a Winchester baby, remember? She loves the car already."

"Or he," Dean added.

You rolled your eyes.

"She!" you stated, sticking your tongue out.

Your baby was a girl.

As the mama, you knew it.

Dean shook his head.

"Alright, goodbye," he kissed Jess. "I gotta go punish that bratty Omega of hours."

Sam gave your ass a little pat, and you walked back to Dean, already perking up.

Punish you?

You followed him out of the car, curious.

It wouldn't be the first time Dean would spank you in Baby, but right there? In the parking lot?

That was new.

"Alpha?"

"Come on," he called you. "In the car."

You entered it quickly, eagerly waiting.

Was he going to spank you?

Make you warm his cock with your mouth?

But Dean just entered the car and... drove.

That was it?

"Dean?" you called.

"Hm?" he looked at you.

You stared at him, waiting.

Where was your punishment?!

"You said you were going to punish me!" you reminded him.

Your husband laughed aloud.

"Oh, I just said that so we could leave faster!"

You blinked, surprised.

Why was he laughing? It wasn't funny!

But Dean laughed even more!

"What, did you want me to punish you?" he taunted you.

You pouted, crossing your arms.

"Awn, baby," he put a hand on your knee. "Don't worry. I'm not going to punish you because I have a surprise for you."

You perked up quickly interested.

"You do?"

He smiled, amused.

"Well, I've been working behind the scenes, talking and... you know," he continued to drive. "Doctor Gabriel told me a little more about his family, put me in contact with a few of them... you know, his brothers. His little brother, even."

You frowned, confused.

What did that have to do with anything?

"They are actually working on the newest farm, you know?" he told you. "Out in the West."

The West?

Wait, which coast was this?

East or West?

You were never good with that.

"And he put me in contact with the brother who is responsible for it," Dean continued. "You know... a dude named... Castiel."

You wiped your head so quickly it almost snapped your neck.

“Dean…” you whined, face burning at the memory of touching yourself to his demonstration video.

Your Alpha just smirked.

"He’s going to give us a tour," he told you. "So you better be a good girl during it, Omega."

You tried not to get wet with what he was offering you.

A real visit to the farm?!

Meeting Castiel?!

Would you even be able to look him in the eye after seeing him fuck that Omega?

Still, your mind rushed the whole hour Dean drove, until you were in front of a half-constructed building on a large farm still mostly empty.

You were still gazing outside when Dean opened your door, helping you out of the car.

"Don't worry so much, baby," he rubbed your back. "If you don't want to stay...-"

"I do!" you interrupted him. "I just... I want to be good."

He smirked, and your heart was beating so fast you wondered if he knew.

Dean leaned down and kissed your lips.

"You are a good Omega," he petted your chin. "A very good Omega."

You nodded, a little calmer, though you squeezed his hand tight as he guided you inside and stopped in front of a reception desk.

"Good afternoon," he greeted. "You must be Meg?"

She glanced up at him and then at you, not very excited.

"Sign-ups are online," she said simply. "We do not accept any show-ups."

You frowned.

"What?" you asked, confused.

What was she talking about?

"Listen, I'm sure you got some good milk, but there are procedures, sweetheart."

You nearly gasped, going hot on the face when you realised what she was implying about you.

"I'm not here to sign-up!" you protested.

You would have left if Dean didn't hold you right in place.

"I'm Dean Winchester, this is my wife, Y/N," he told her. "We are here for a scheduled meeting with Castiel."

Meg clicked her tongue, finally checking her computer.

"You are, aren't you?" she looked up. "What a shame. But you can meet him in his office, second room on the right."

She pressed a button, and the door behind her opened.

You glared at her as Dean pulled you to go with him before you could start thinking of saying anything to her.

What a rude woman.

Dean walked into his office first, tugging you along, and there, right behind the desk was the man himself.

Castiel.

His focus was on some paperwork and he looked like he was paying a lot of attention to it before Dean cleared his throat.

His bright blue eyes looked at your husband first, but quickly moved to you, and your heart skipped a beat when he stopped up.

"Mr Winchester and Mrs Winchester," he greeted. “Welcome.”

You two sat down, and your eyes ran over him as the two men by your side started talking, and you tried - hard - to understand them - but it was all business lingo and stuff you didn't understand.

Castiel was so big.

Maybe not as tall as Dean or Sam, but he was very large.

And his voice was so deep, it echoed inside your torso like the bass of a song.

His eyes connected with yours for a moment, and you felt yourself blushing, a little started when he spoke to you all of a sudden.

“Would you like a tour around the facility?” he asked you

You blinked, surprised.

“Oh?" you exclaimed. "I thought you were still under construction?”

Castiel smiled charmingly.

“Well, yes but we were able to start up some progress before the full building is made," he told you. "It's all locked up because we don't have a lot of security, but you two are owners too, so... you know. Not a problem."

Your eyes widened.

"Owners?" you asked.

Dean just said he had a few stocks!

Castiel looked between you and Dean.

"Yes, ma'am," he confirmed. "You are the biggest shareholders outside of my family."

When you turned to him, your husband just winked at you.

"Surprise, sweetheart," he smiled.

Before you could ask more questions, Castiel stood and opened the door.

"Let's go," he led you two. "I'm sure you'll be positively impressed."

You followed him out, watching everything attentively.

He showed you the break room, a place with very comfortable couches, a few fridges and looking like a very relaxing place for Omegas to rest and talk.

The board rooms were nothing different from what you expected, where shareholders and owners could meet and talk.

"This farm will sadly be the smallest one we have so far," he told you. "If you ever decided to visit the East, our main farm has four floors dedicated to our Omega's offices. It's where I mainly work, I'm just supervising this one for my brother Michael."

You nodded along, realising you hadn't seen the offices yet.

"And where are the private offices?" you asked him.

Castiel looked at you, surprised.

"I read your company has private and shared offices," you confessed, feeling your cheeks warm.

"She is really passionate about your business," your husband chuckled.

Castiel nodded, smiling.

"Well, the private offices are still under construction," he told you. "But our shared office is ready. I told some of our Omegas we would have some visitors, so they prepared for it. We only have a handful of employees at this time, but I can introduce you to three of them."

His gaze darkened a bit, and you exchanged a look with Dean, but your husband didn't seem to notice.

Castiel led you to another side of the building before entering a room that was just the size of a bedroom, but there was no bed inside. Instead, there was that famous milking machine and the knotting machine that you remembered getting wet too.

The first Omega who walked to you was in her forties and all smiley.

"Hello, you must be the visiting new owners," she greeted you.

Her tits were so big!

"Hi," you greeted weakly.

"Elizabeth, could you tell them about your experience working for us?" Castiel instructed her.

She smiled.

"Well, I'm a mother," she told you two. "But my three kids are already in college and didn't have a lot to do until I heard about the Farm. I always tried to pump at home and donate my milk there, but it was still not enough. I like the benefits, and the work is very good. That's why I'm here."

That was so nice!

"Let's give them a demonstration, shall we?" Castiel asked her.

She nodded, and you watched them, clutching Dean's hand.

Was that a good idea?

Still, Castiel didn't look affected by your nervousness, quickly setting Elizabeth up.

"I see you're not using the toy," your husband pointed out when she just saw on a chair.

Elizabeth giggled, a little embarrassed.

"Well, most of the Omegas do use the toy's pleasure to produce milk faster, but I'm an old Omega," she told you. "I just can't keep up."

Dean took off his leather jacket discreetly and wrapped it around you, maybe expecting something from you.

Castiel just smiled, reaching and caressing her cheek.

"Oh, don't say that," he cooed, and you could see her melting. "If the stories your husband tells are right, then you've been improving."

"Improving?" you asked, focus taken from her chest.

"Oh," she looked at you. "I used to be a bit of a nag before the farm. You know... too many things in my mind, never satisfied or happy with anything since my nest emptied. This job helped a lot."

She shook her head, and then looked at Castiel.

"Castiel helped," she corrected her.

He smiled, kissing the back of her head.

Well, he seemed like a nice boss, then.

"Sometimes Omegas need to be reminded of their purpose," he affirmed, sweetly.

You all did, right?

Castiel kissed her cheek and guided you to walk out of the room.

"As I said, the private offices are still being built," he told you, closing Elizabeth's door. "So they are using these spaces for work. Those rooms are going to be converted into our pasteurisation area, it's why the walls are made of thin wood. It's a temporary space."

You looked at the walls, and they did look temporary.

"The doors are also going to be changed, we just put them here to get them privacy," he told you, opening a new door.

The Onega inside was already attached to the machine.

To both of them.

"This is Cassandra," he told you. "Cassie. For short."

You gazed at Cassie, and she held back a moan at your presence. Oh, the naughty little thing, too embarrassed to be heard but not to be seen.

"Cassie, dear," he spoke softly. "I told you we had guests."

"I know, Mr Novak," she whimpered, trying to hold back her moans.

You gulped, watching her tits being milked by the machine. She had so much milk.

"Holy shit," Dean hissed. "That toy is definitely bruising her up."

You tore your eyes from her milk and looked at her ass. She was dressed, and you couldn't see the toy in her cunt, but the machine was in a very, very fast setting.

Castiel shook his head and took a small remote from her hand.

"Well, Cassie, how about you tell them about yourself?"

The machine slowed down, and you licked your lips, warm between your legs.

"I'm a student," she spoke, clearly trying to stay coherent. "And I had a problem with leaking."

Castiel hummed a bit.

"She did," he agreed. "It's why we accepted her as an early employee. We knew she needed our services as much as we needed her."

"What do you study?" you asked her.

Cassie pressed her lips together.

"Communications," she whined. "Wanna be a journalist."

Castiel chuckled.

"She is very smart when she is not being fucked, I promise," he assured you.

Her face flushed in embarrassment, and you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her body. She was so beautiful, tall and with big tits. Not huge, but with so much potential.

"Mr Novak," she whined, looking at him. "Can I have it now? What you promised?”

Castiel chuckled.

"Not while I'm doing the tour, honey."

She whined, boomed, and then he looked at the two of you.

"Well... Mr Winchester?"

Your husband stepped back, nearly hiding behind you.

"You could offer yourself to solve her oral fixation," he suggested. "If   you two are comfortable with that."

"Can I suck your cock?" she pleaded. "Please?"

Your husband was shocked at the question, and you glanced at him.

Oh, he was hard.

"What kind of question -"

"You should," you told him. "You're so hard already, Dean. And the floor doesn't look comfortable for my knees. I can continue the tour with Mr Novak on my own."

"We can stay," Castiel told you. "It's only appropriate, as you are his Omega. I would never suggest you leave him here on his own."

You nodded. It made sense. At least the way he said it did.

"Please," Cassie moaned. "Please, sir!"

Your husband unzipped his pants. He wasn't wearing his flannel today, just his leather jacket and a V-neck shirt. He was so handsome.

"There you go," he spoke hesitantly.

Cassie didn't even hesitate, quickly taking his cock and grabbing his hips, wrapping her lips around it and swallowing him.

Dean froze, shocked at her just pulling him, but Castiel didn't care. He was a boss trying to make his employee happy!

"Fuck," your husband moaned when she deep-throated him.

He pushed his fingers into her curly hair, slowly fucking her mouth. It wouldn't do good to harm his property, right?

Your brain caught with your thought.

Property?!

God, how fucked up were you?

Still, you rubbed your legs together,  eager, turned on by everything.

"Would you mind if I recorded it?" Castiel asked, all of a sudden.

Dean turned, confused.

"For the... hm... business website?"

Castiel shook his head.

"To Cassie's boyfriend," he told him, phone in hand. "It will help with her training."

Your husband nodded, and you watched as Castiel pulled a ring light before putting his phone in his pocket and going for Cassie's bag, setting her phone up and recording, focused on her face and Dean's hips.

You licked your lips watching them, and Dean grunted.

"You're slutty little cow, aren't you?" he caressed her hair. "No wonder you need to be fucked this early in the morning. Didn't even wait for us."

Castiel analysed them closely and calmly, as if they weren't doing anything surprising.

"You can go faster," he said simply. "A good bruising will be a suitable punishment."

Your husband looked very happy.

He fucked her throat faster, moaning and growling, and your chest ached.

Oh, you were going to leak soon.

Castiel looked at you, and your cheeks heated up, and you held the jacket closer, afraid of embarrassing yourself.

"Sweetie, come over," he instructed. "Look from this angle."

You complied, obedient.

He took off your jacket, hanging it aside, and gave you a little look before moving you to face Dean again.

"Look at him," he whispered near your ear. "Cassie is such a good cock-sucker, you know?"

You nodded weakly, rubbing your legs together, and gasped when he touched your chest over your shirt.

"Dean told me all about you," he told you, chuckling. "Said I'm your favourite porn star."

You bit your lip, holding back a sound, not wanting to ruin the video.

"I'm glad you liked our videos," he massaged your breast. "If we only caught you sooner... Dean says you have so much milk... but you are more of a breeder than a milker."

You held back a whine, rubbing your legs together.

"Sadly, we haven't cornered that market yet," he joked, chuckling.

His fingers worked and worked on your chest, and you blushed more.

“I’m going to-” you whispered.

“Shh,” he interrupted you. “You know, my brother Raphael says we need the public to respond better to us before we start offering breeding whores like you for sale.”

Your legs weakened and he held you in place.

You loved Dean and your life so much, but the thought of being filled up and leaking all day sounded so insanely good. Just being bred and milked the whole day.

“I can smell your slick,” he whispered into your ear. “Are you wet, sweet girl? I think you are.”

You squirmed, legs wet under your dress.

“I bet I could slide right in, and you would welcome my cock,” he hummed. “And without worrying about breeding you, because you are already bred.”

The pressure in your chest grew.

“Please,” you whimpered. “I’m going to wet my clothes all over.”

Castiel cooed you, all mockingly.

"Poor little thing," he kissed your cheek, taking his hand away.

You whined at the lack of touch, but didn't say anything.

"Cassie, dear, make him cum already," he commanded. "We have a tour to finish."

Not a second later, your husband moaned aloud, stopping fucking her mouth and cumming suddenly.

Castiel just chuckled.

"I told you, sweet thing," he looked at you. "She is very good."

He gave you your jacket back, and you covered yourself just at the right time before you felt your milk starting to dribble down, and you zipped it up at the same time your husband was zipping up his pants, trying to recompose himself as he moved to you.

"She's... uh..." he cleared his throat. "She knows what she's doing."

Castiel stopped recording and sent the video to someone - Cassie's boyfriend, probably - before giving her the remote back.

"Now, be safe and drink tons of water," he told her, back to being sweet. "I'll come back to check on you later, okay? If you need to go home early, talk to Meg."

He kissed her forehead and petted her hair before turning to the two of you.

“Let’s go.”

. . .

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑: Corruption w/ Sub!Castiel

a/n: if i'm going to be honest, i had no idea how i was going to write this because when i made my kinktober list i was just listing shit LMFAOO. this turned out better than i expected to do enjoy my hard work!

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Castiel truly was an angel.

He looked gorgeous laying under you, his head thrown back and his jaw tensed, pretty neck decorated in red and blue hues. You watched as the usual Angel ‘a stick up his ass’ of the lord, fell apart, noises that even he didn't recognize coming out of his mouth.

“You feel so good Cassy, so fucking good.” Grinding down on his pelvis, your clit made contact with his taut lower stomach. His large palms were settled on your hips, still as stone as you fucked yourself on his cock.

This had been going on for weeks, you slowly corrupting his mind and making him crave you, your touch, your smell, your taste, your everything. All that was in his mind was you, you, you. After he rebelled, he began to feel emotions, and when there's emotions, there's urges, and when there's urges, there's desires; and Castiel desired you.

He didn't know until you kissed him, until you fucked him so good he came back for more every single night. You didn't care about Dean's stupid fucking grudge against him, and Castiel didn't seem to care either.

“You're all mine, aren't you pretty boy? My perfect angel, all for me to ruin.” Castiel let out a strangled moan, the lamp on the bedside table of the motel room you stayed in flickered violently, the room practically vibrating at the sound of you praising him. You leaned down, your breasts pressing against his naked chest, putting all of your weight onto him.

“Just look at you,” You whispered into his ear. “Giving into me like a good boy. 'You willing to sin for me baby?” He let out a groan, his grip tightening on your hips tremendously. “Always.” The word was stuttered, his hips snapping up into you on their accord. “'Will always sin for you.” Your body heated up, a whimper passing through your lips. Sitting back so that you were riding him, you dragged your nails from his collarbones down his chest. The whine he let out was high pitched and needy.

“Look at that..” You said in admiration at the blooming welts on his skin. “So pretty baby, like my own personal canvas.” Rolling your hips, his tip prodded at that spongy spot in your body, a cry ringing his ears. You sounded like symphony that he could listen to over and over again, better than any song an angel could've sung. He was sure that he was addicted to you, that you were built just for him. It didn't matter if you were a human, it was like he waited for you for centuries.

His hands feel from your hips to your ass and he squeezed. Hard. So very hard that you knew it would bruise later.

You could feel the room rattle even more, the paintings on the walls shaking to the point where they risked falling off. You knew he was close, a glow shining through his irises as he twitched inside of you.

“’You gonna cum, baby boy, hm? Gonna paint me white?” He forced you down by the back of your neck and pulled you into a soul snatching kiss. He knew his eye shined dangerously before he’d cum, so the kiss would coach you to close your eyes. One last thrust sent both of you over the edge, your eyes squeezing shut as you moaned into his mouth like a porn star, soaking his lower half with your wetness. The lights shattered, the painting's finally giving up and falling off the wall with a loud bang.

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[samdeancass]

The New, Old Devil

Pairing: Castiel x fem!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Lucifer, Y/N, Sam, Dean, Castiel

Description: Ever since Lucifer took over Cas's vessel, he can't help but wonder why Cas is so infatuated with Y/N, so he decides to take a look for himself.

The day you found out Castiel had said yes to Lucifer was the worst. It felt as though your heart had been ripped from your chest. You didn't know if you would see your Cas again or if Lucifer would ever let him go after this. You spent your days in your room, pitch black, with an empty place beside you where Cas should be. Sam and Dean were becoming increasingly worried about you; you hardly ever ate, and it wasn't enough when you did. You didn't really sleep and never came out of your room.

"I'm worried about her, Dean. This is the first time I've seen her like this. It's like she's a shell of who she used to be. Dean, we need to do something." Dean nods in response but with slumped shoulders. "I know we need to do something, but it's not as if he's just gonna waltz back in here, right?"

Coincidentally, the bunker sunk into a dark red hue, and the warning sirens sounded. Both the brothers stood and rushed from the kitchen towards your room. For the first time in a while, you stepped out into the hallway, completely bewildered by what was happening. "Guys, do we know what it is?" Just as Sam was about to answer, a low chuckle sounded from the end of the hallway. "It's not a what, angel; it's a who."

Your blood ran cold as you instantly knew who the voice belonged to, but a pang exploded in your chest at the pet nickname Cas calls you. Sam and Dean stood before you to shield you from Lucifer's eyes. "What are you doing here, Lucifer?" Dean growled as the devil began to stalk forward, keeping his eyes trained on you. "Well, I'm a little intrigued, actually. The little angel inside has not stopped rabbiting on about his love, and I wanted to come and see why, in fact, he loves you so much."

The brothers lunged forward at the devil, but he easily swooshed them away, sending them clanging into the surrounding walls. A sinister smile snuck onto his face as he was now toe to toe with you. Inside, you were screaming with fear but weren't about to let Lucifer know. He placed his hand on your cheek, and you instinctively leaned into it, recognizing Cas's warm, soft skin. "So beautiful and full of love." "Please let him go, Lucifer. I need him; I need my Castiel back." The fear inside you turned to sadness and anguish as you took in the form before you. He looked like Castiel and felt like Castiel, but he didn't sound like him. His whole demeanour had changed, and it was something that you weren't prepared for. Stray tears betrayed you and fell down your cheeks, the achiness of your heart becoming too much to handle.

The figure standing before you seemed to be having an internal battle with the two angels, one trying to keep control and the other trying to gain it. It began thrashing around, its eyes widening. Sam and Dean rose from where they were and ran towards you, wrapping you in their arms for protection. It suddenly stopped, and you warily looked over to see who had won. The eyes were squinted slightly with its head tilted and a small smile. "Hello, angel." You ran towards Cas and jumped on him, wrapping your arms and legs around him; he brought you closer into him with an arm around your waist and a hand on the back of your head.

"I've missed you so much, Cas. I've been so empty without you." Cas carefully placed you down and gently kissed your forehead. "I've missed you too, angel. But you know I can only stay briefly." Tears welled up again as your head slumped down. "I need you, Cas, here, with me and the boys." Cas glanced up and nodded at the brothers, acknowledging their presence. "Thank you both for taking such good care of her. I cannot repay you enough." They both nodded in response as he set his attention back on you. "I must do this, my love. I wanted to contribute to the fight; this was the only way I could think. I'll be back here soon enough. I love you so much, Y/N." He pressed a loving kiss to your lips before turning away and disappearing.

You turned to the brothers and ran into their arms, the only comforting solace you had left. You knew Cas would return to your arms soon, but it didn't stop your heart from aching for him.

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[were-all-idjits-here]

Masterlist

Some of these will be AO3 links since Tumblr is being dumb and isn’t pulling up half of my past posts when I search for them. I’ve never made a masterlist before, so please be kind with my formatting.

** = smut

My AO3

SAM X READER

Swim Lessons**, Part 1 & 2 --> After a hunt where you nearly drown, Sam insists on giving you swim lessons.

Watch Where You’re Walking --> Imagine Sam seeing you in your FBI getup for the first time and walking into a closed door.

Being Sam’s Twin Sister Headcanons

Dating Sam Winchester as a witch/Nephilim hunter from a powerful hunting family headcanons

Welcome Home --> After a long week of hunting, you're welcomed home by your family.

Haircut --> Sam can’t seem to concentrate on anything except Y/N’s new haircut, a little to his detriment.

I’ve Got You --> During a bad bout of your depression and anxiety, a rough hunt pushes you over the edge. Sam is there to give you love and comfort and have your back, always.

Thankful for You --> Sam does his best to make your Thanksgiving memorable.

DEAN X READER

The Family You Have Here --> When your shitty family ruins your Thanksgiving, Dean takes matters into his own hands.

Still Alive (Part I, Part II, Part III) --> While watching the season 7 finale of Supernatural, you're zapped from your world to a world where everything that happened in the show is real. Sam's real. Dean's real. Monsters are real. And so is Purgatory--where Dean's currently trapped, unbeknownst to Sam. How convenient that you end up getting zapped into his backyard. But now for the hard part: trying to convince Sam you're telling the truth.

Dating Dean Winchester as a witch/Nephilim hunter from a powerful hunting family headcanons

Pie & Ice Cream --> After getting unexpectedly triggered, Dean does everything in his power to comfort and take care of you.

Being Dean’s twin sister headcanons

SAM & DEAN X READER (no incest)

Being Sam & Dean’s Pregnant Sister Headcanons

PREFERENCES

How they “accidentally” crash your date

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