#and i watched this in one of them and i thought cas was meeting dean’s girlfriend

[sunglassesmish]

awkward family reunions with one person who was presumed dead and another who was resurrected from the dead

#my gifs #destiel #spn #spnedit #spn 12x01 #i have mentioned this before #but before i started watching the show i watched destiel compilation videos #and i watched this in one of them and i thought cas was meeting dean’s girlfriend

[apocalypseornaw]

Stretch it Out

Dean Winchester x Reader

When you need help stretching it takes an interesting turn

Warnings: Cursing, NSFW things

One of the many empty rooms in the bunker had been turned into an exercise area of sorts. It'd started off as Sam's brain child for mornings he couldn't go for a run, he'd found a cheap enough treadmill and tossed it in the room. Next came the weight bench, the punching bags and eventually the mats that were used for a mixture from sparring to yoga. It had gotten turned into a pretty decent home gym.

You were alone in the room, Dean had gone on a store run and Sam was in the shower. After the last hunt you'd gotten slammed around pretty good, Cas had healed what he could but turns out even angel mojo couldn't help tight hips. You were trying your best to get them to pop because that was what you desperately needed.

You'd gotten into boxing with Donna and knew what stretches would help, the problem was you needed assistance with it and didn't want to have to drive to Sioux Falls just to get it. You could ask Sam for help but given the position the stretches would put you in, you felt weird asking your best friend to do so and the thought of asking Dean embarrassed you bad enough you'd rather go a few rounds with a rugaru then attempt it.

You finally gave up about the time you heard Dean's voice echo down the hall "Honey I'm home" you laughed as you slipped your feet into the slides you wore around the bunker and headed for the kitchen where he was unloading groceries "I'm assuming that honey I'm home was for me or else things are really weird between you and Sam"

He stopped mid putting milk in the fridge "Sweetheart" the tone of his voice made you crack up "I'm kidding Dean. I'm kidding" he put the milk in the fridge then turned to face you, eyeing your clothes "What's with the active wear?" You looked down at yourself because you were just wearing high-waisted leggings and an old t-shirt you'd cropped off a bit because it'd been way too long to use any of the weights or punching bag while wearing.

"I was stretching out. My hips still aren't feeling quite up to par" he nodded slowly "Did you get them popped or whatever you said they needed?" You shook your head "I can't get into the positions I need to by myself" "Sam couldn't help?" He asked as you grabbed a bag and started putting its contents away.

You shook your head but didn't further elaborate. The two of you had everything put away within a few minutes. You grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and started to walk out the kitchen when Dean stopped you "Hey, let me throw on some sweats and I'll help you stretch"

You knew your eyes widened at that because he chuckled "Oh don't think I can help with stuff like that? I'm only good for the punchy stuff?" You shook your head "No Dean it's not that.." he cut you off "Good. Meet me in the gym in five" "Ok" you finally replied knowing arguing was no use.

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About the time Dean walked out the kitchen Sam walked in with his hair still wet from the shower "I should throw this damn water at you for not being five minutes faster" Sam was not ignorant to your feelings for his older brother but had guarded your secret for a while. He grinned slightly "And why is that?"

You groaned "Dean's gonna help me stretch out my hips" in that moment Sam very much looked like he may just chew his bottom lip off in an attempt to not laugh in your face at your dismay. "Oh go ahead!" You finally said and he nearly doubled over "Does he know the positioning of those stretches?" You shook your head and that only made him laugh harder.

He finally regained his composure enough to check his watch "I'm gonna go into town to the farmers market. I'll get some of those apples you like and I'll be gone for a couple hours" "Why?" You questioned but he just patted your shoulder on the way by.

"SAMUEL?" You hollered behind him but only heard his laughter in return. Dean walked up behind you and nearly made you scream when he said "What was that about?" You looked over your shoulder at him and smiled slightly "He's going to the farmers market and refused to get me apples" "You know he will" he replied then tapped your hip "C'mon"

You stood across from Dean nervously chewing on your bottom lip. You both had warmed up enough already so you had no excuse but christ you were freaking out internally. "Ok sweetheart, where do we start?" He asked with a smile that caused your heart to jump "Um Ok. I'm gonna lay down on the mat and I need you to stand over me and I'll bend one knee then fold it over the hip on my opposite side I just need you to apply enough counter pressure"

He raised one eyebrow but nodded nonetheless "Well get into position and I'll do my job" you laid down flat on your back and swallowed hard looking up at him before bending your knee on the left side and tucking it over your right hip. He smirked slightly then leaned over "Just apply pressure until i say stop. I can handle it" he nodded "Oh I know"

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You tried that stretch on both hips hoping it would work because it was the position that gave the most room between you and Dean even if just from that position alone you were having to stare at the roof to not be staring into those green eyes that made you forget any and all thoughts. You finally rolled up into a seated position, Dean was sitting across from you on his knees "What now?"

You could feel your cheeks threaten to warm as you damn near stuttered "H-How much do you want to help me?" He watched you for a moment "I want to make sure you're not hurting. Now what do I need to do?" You nodded slowly "Im gonna lay back, I need you to kneel between my legs and put one of my legs on your shoulder then just push it down towards my shoulder applying even pressure until either it loosens up or I say stop"

He motioned towards the mat "Let's do it" good lord could he have picked a worse way to say it? You laid down and when he moved closer you felt your face begin to warm so you bit down on the inside of your cheek as a distraction In hopes it would get get your mind off the position at hand.

However nothing on earth could have distracted from from him gripping your hips firmly to pull you down the mat closer to him, spreading your legs slightly. A small gasp escaped you when your hips bumped into his then he turned just enough to gently grab your left leg and lift it onto his shoulder "Like this sweetheart?"

You knew your voice wouldn't work at the moment so you just nodded.

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There was a mantra going through Dean's head which consisted of three words....don't get hard. Damn why hadn't he just stayed in his jeans? That would've offered a thicker layer between your bodies but he hadn't realized how close the stretching required you to be besides the denim probably would've been uncomfortable to you considering you were just wearing thin leggings.

The first stretch hadn't been that bad but he noticed how you wouldn't meet his eyes while he was standing over you. Sam's words from a few days before when he'd been certain you were flirting with the bartender at some backwoods dive the three of you had stopped in ran through his head "Believe me Dean, she could give a damn less about that guy"

Then when you stuttered asking him to do this current position? Maybe he did have a chance. He had to stop a smirk from slipping onto his face when you gasped lightly from him pulling you closer and pulling your leg up on his shoulder. Not like he hadn't imagined you like this a thousand times before....of course then you weren't dressed or in the gym or just stretching.

When you finally looked up to meet his eyes he smiled "like this sweetheart?" And noticed just how wide your eyes were when you nodded.

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Your knee was nearly touching your shoulder when you felt the release in your hip and a moan that completely mortified you escaped your lips at the feeling. Dean froze dead in his tracks, your leg still on his shoulder and cut his eyes at you with one eyebrow raised "What was that?"

You covered your face with your hands "I am so sorry Dean. That just felt so damn good" he gently lowered your left leg and you expected him to walk out the room due to the awkwardness but instead he moved to the right side and lifted your leg onto his shoulder "Look at me and I'll see if i can get you to moan again from this side" he teased.

You slowly lowered your hands and he winked at you "Attagirl. We're both adults here no shame in something feeling good besides maybe it boosts my ego knowing you moaned like that and I was technically the cause of it...I mean I've heard some of your excuses for dates in the past..."

"Shut up Dean!" You laughed but he started to push your leg towards your shoulder and damn him he'd been paying attention to the last leg and knew just what angle to use because you quickly felt the release in that side and the fucking moan you let slip out was borderline pornagraphic.

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He spoke your name gently and you looked up at him. He was watching you carefully "You good?" You smiled "I'm great" you shifted your hips as much as you could considering one of them was still on his shoulder but froze when you felt something against your inner thigh "Um Dean?"

"Huh?" He asked then must have realized his body had reacted. "Oh fuck darling. I am so damn sorry" he put your leg down quickly and went to stand up but you grabbed his hand "Wait" he wouldn't meet your eyes "I'm sorry sweetheart. It's just you're a beautiful woman, the position we were in...." he groaned lightly before adding "and the noises you were making under me"

"Dean" you tried again and when he finally met your eyes you reached for his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss.

The kiss took Dean off guard. He'd expected you to be pissed at him, hell possibly swing but the shock quickly wore off as he shifted around to push your back down against the mat. You hooked one of your legs around his waist pulling him down with you. He groaned into the kiss when you rolled your hips up to meet his.

He broke away from the kiss to look at you. You were laying under him, eyes wide and pupils blown. Your chest was heaving just slightly and a smile was playing at your lips "Sweetheart what are we doing here?" You raised an eyebrow and glanced down at where your bodies were pressed against each other, thin layers of clothing the only thing separating you "I thought it was kind of clear Dean"

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He laughed lightly then leaned down again catching your lips with his once more. He felt your hands slip under his shirt, an unspoken request for more access to him. He pulled back just enough to slip the shirt over his head and throw it somewhere behind him. He smiled when he saw your hands go towards the hem of your shirt and covered them with his own. He glanced up at you for permission and you nodded so he slipped the shirt over your head and tossed it leaving you in just your leggings and sports bra.

"Come here" you whispered pulling him back down to you. He moved from your lips down to your neck biting and sucking the skin, enjoying what sounds he could pull from you. When he kissed down your chest he felt your breathing speed up as he nipped at your breast through the cloth still covering it. "Fuck Dean" you moaned and he could've came then and there from hearing his name come out of you like that. "Let me enjoy this" he teased before pulling the bra off of you.

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The moment your chest was completely bared to him Dean leaned down flicking one of your nipples into his mouth with his tongue while his hand worked the other. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, the pleasure you were feeling when he'd barely touched you was dizzying.

He moved from your chest, kissing down your stomach and stopping just shy of the top of your leggings. He glanced up at you through his long lashes and you felt a rush of heat go straight to your core "Can I?" You nodded, lifting your hips to help him get the leggings off.

"Damn baby you're already soaked" he cooed slipping one finger inside of you causing a light gasp to slip free of your lips. He smiled wickedly then added another finger, basking in the way you moaned his name "I wanna see what you look like when you come" he spoke curling his fingers inside of you until he found that spot that made your eyes roll back. When your back arched up off the mat he chuckled "There it is"

He crashed his lips against yours in a rough kiss while he worked you over that edge, feeling you tighten around his fingers. You could feel the tension building in your lower stomach and barely got out the words "Dean I'm gonna.." before it snapped pushing you over that edge and causing your vision to go soft around the edges.

"Soo damn sexy" he whispered moving back down your body. You'd barely had any time to recover before his head was moving between your legs, you felt the first tentative lick and moaned his name loudly which spurred his actions one.

The way his mouth felt on your body had every damn nerve ending on fire. You could feel that tension building again already. You'd never come this close together but the moment his lips locked around your clit sucking roughly you were pushed over that edge yet again. He stayed working you over until you pushed at his shoulders weakly "Too much. Too much"

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He rocked back on his heels, wiping a thumb across his lower lip before sucking on it "Fuck you taste as good as you look" you smiled lazily "Normally I'd love to return the favor and I promise to next time but please will you take off your pants and fuck me?"

"Next time huh?" He asked as he pushed his pants down his hips along with his boxers then kicked them off. You'd always figured Dean was well endowed. Awkward moments with hotel showers had happened but damn he was big and thick. You licked your lips and he grinned running a hand across his cock "Like what ya see sweetheart?"

You rolled your eyes "Would like it better if it was inside me" He smirked "Well who am I to keep a lady waiting" he gripped your hips, snatching you closer to him much the way he had earlier. You could feel the head of his cock teasing your opening and could feel yourself clenching around air in anticipation "Are you sure?" He asked and you nearly whined in frustration "Please?"

He nodded as he pushed into you causing a moan to be pulled from you both once he was fully sheathed he held still to let you adjust to him. He caught your lips in a passionate kiss, tongue flicking against yours allowing you to taste yourself on him. Once the pain of the stretch faded to pressure you moved your hips against his to let him know he could move.

He started to roll his hips into yours causing your back to arch up off the mat with every movement "Fuck Dean, you feel so fucking good" you praised and that seemed to spur his movements. He changed his angle just slightly and when the head of his cock rubbed across that certain spot you could vaguely register your nails digging into his shoulders "Right there baby, please don't stop"

"Wasn't planning on it" he teased. It felt amazing but you knew you both needed a little more "You can fuck me harder Dean. I won't break" you moaned and he leaned his forehead over in the crook of your neck as his thrusts got somehow even deeper and harder. You could feel that tension building again and knew he could feel you clenching harder around him "Go ahead sweetheart. Come for me" He spoke into your skin, one hand slipping between you to rub tight circles onto your clit. You came for the third time with a scream of his name on your lips.

Once you came down from the high slightly you could feel his thrusts begin to falter. You turned your attention to him fully, kissing across his jaw and down his neck as you said "Let me feel you come Dean, please. Fill me up baby" his jaw clenched tightly at your words as his thrusts sped up chasing his own release.

He buried himself inside you with one final thrust and the feeling of him coming inside of you managed to push you over that edge for the fourth time.

He collapsed on top of you, supporting most of his body weight on your lower half so you could breath. "God damn sweetheart. I'm so fucking glad Sam didn't help you stretch" You popped his shoulder "Don't be an ass Dean"

After a moment of you both simply catching your breath he leaned up to be able to look at your face "On a serious note I don't want this to be a one time thing and not just this...I um want us to try to this I mean if you want" you laughed lightly causing him to groan considering he was still inside of you "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend after nearly fucking me stupid in the bunkers home gym?"

He nodded "Yeah?" You pulled him into a kiss before saying "On the condition that you help me make it to the shower before Sam gets back because my legs have no feeling in them after coming that much" you could see the moment the smug smirk began to pull at his face "Oh really?" You rolled your eyes and started to say something back but he chose then to pull out of you which caused another gasp to leave you.

"I can manage to help my girl shower" he added with a wink.

"How's your hips feel?" Dean asked after you both had showered and you were laying in his bed with his arms around you. You laughed "They feel absolutely amazing"

He leaned down to kiss you but right before your lips touched you heard Sam holler "IN THE GYM? REALLY. YOU TWO ARE ANIMALS!"

Dean smirked at you "Any complaints?" "None at all" you replied pulling him into you for the kiss.

#spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester smut

[jessybarnes]

Teach Me

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean x Reader / Eventual Cas x Reader / No Destiel

Rating: 18+ Only!!

Tags: Voyeurism, Smut, Fingering (Female Receiving), Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Squirting, Finger Sucking, Masturbation, Unprotected Sex, Use of Grace, A little bit of a Threesome (NO DESTIEL in this one), Some Fluff at the end, and I think that’s it.

Word Count: 2,966

Beta: @winecatsandpizza

A/N: This is a repost from my old Tumblr blog, I hope you enjoy it!

Reblog Divider by: @cafekitsune

Dean couldn’t keep Y/N quiet. Her pleasure-filled screams echoed through the halls of the bunker as he flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit, two of his skilled fingers curling inside her searching out her sweet spot. He was just glad that they were alone and didn’t have any close neighbors because he was sure the cops would have been called by now. Edging was one of his favorite things to do to her. Dean loved seeing her beg. He always thought she begged pretty.

“Oh God, please… Dean, please! Need to cum…”

Dean knew she was close. The way her needy moans became pants as her walls started to tighten around his thick digits, it was his key to stop. He pulled out of her, chuckling at her low whimper. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Sweetheart, I didn’t give you permission yet. You gotta be a good girl. Only good girls get what they want. Think you can do that for me?”

Y/N’s chest was heaving, and she swore the moment anything touched her throbbing clit she’d explode, but Dean always knew what she needed. Especially when she was in a submissive state like this. She felt Dean’s calloused hands slide slowly up her sides, goosebumps rising in their wake. His lips sucked at the pulse point just below her ear sending a shiver down her spine. 

“D-Dean…” 

His lips ghosted along the skin of her throat ever so lightly. It was getting hard for him to hold back himself, so he could only imagine how she was feeling. His fingers found her slick folds once again, her walls fluttering around nothing before he slid one into her. The action wasn’t anything near what she needed, but it was better than him not touching her at all. 

Y/N began to raise her hips to meet the lazy thrust of his finger. All she needed was a little bit more, just a little more, and she’d be soaring into pure bliss. Dean’s sound of disapproval brought her back to reality, and she almost sobbed when he pulled out of her. 

“Ah, Ah, Ah. Didn’t say you could move, darlin’.”

“Fuck, please… please Dean. I-I need it.”

Just as Dean was about to give in and grant the release they both needed, a flutter of wings sounded in the corner of the room. Y/N scrambled up the bed, covering herself with the sheet just as Dean threw his black t-shirt on and grabbed his pistol off the nightstand. 

“Y/N? Is everything alright? I heard you calling for De-”

The familiar figure of Castiel stood clad in his usual attire looking halfway between confused and embarrassed as he took in the scene before him. His head tilted slightly before he spoke again, his attention fixed on Dean curiously. 

“Dean, was it you that was causing Y/N to cry out in distress?”

Y/N watched as Dean put his hands on his hips, rolling his eyes. 

“Dammit, Cas … Y/N wasn’t distressed. She was enjoyin’ herself.”

Cas’ eyes narrowed to thin slits finally realizing that they were completely naked save for Dean’s tee. He walked forward slightly, picking up Dean’s boxers for a moment before dropping them back onto the pile of clothes on the floor. 

“Oh, I understand now Dean. This is how humans participate in the act of intercourse. My apologies for interrupting.”

Y/N watched as Cas awkwardly shifted his weight from one foot to the other before looking at Dean expectantly. 

“Cas? You okay, buddy? I was kinda hoping to get back to uh … well, ya know …”

Cas’ blue eyes wandered over their bare skin slowly, and Y/N didn’t miss the hint of redness that tinted his cheeks.

“Dean? I would very much like to learn how to make Y/N enjoy herself as you did. Can you teach me?”

Y/N’s gaze darted to Dean’s as he looked at her, the silent question was understood and she nodded slightly. A moment later, Dean stood from his spot at the foot of the bed and walked slowly towards his angel friend. Cas looked at him curiously as the fabric of his signature blue tie slid through the hunter’s thumb and index finger. 

“Well, first things first Cas, you’re wearing too many clothes.”

He looked crestfallen at Dean, grasping the lapel of his trench coat lovingly. 

“I like my clothing Dean. I don’t see why it would matter if I took all of it off or not.”

Y/N held back a laugh, shaking her head as Dean scrubbed a hand across his face. 

“Cas, buddy, you gotta be naked. It’s uhh … it’s easier to …” 

He sighed heavily, the annoyance thick in his tone.

“Trust me on this, Cas. Okay? It’ll make Y/N happy.”

Moments later, the ever-so-powerful angel of the Lord stood there in nothing but his white boxers. Y/N hadn’t realized just how muscular he was underneath all the layers of clothing he normally wore. His biceps were notably distinguished, his chest looked firm, and his deeply defined Adonis belt was deliciously inviting. 

“I still don’t see how my lack of clothing would make Y/N feel pleasure, Dean.”

Just as Dean let out another exasperated sigh, Y/N patted the bed welcomingly and scooted over. 

“C’mere Cas, let me show you what Dean’s talkin’ about.”

The angel stole a hesitant glance at Dean, watching him nod towards the bed. Cas swallowed thickly and made his way over to where Y/N laid invitingly. 

Cas watched as her delicate hand patted the thin fitted sheet. Her fingers sliding over the fabric made his pulse quicken. It wasn’t until Dean sat on the end of the bed that he came to his senses. 

“Go on, Cas. You have to feel how smooth her skin is. Y/N’s got the prettiest skin doesn’t she?” 

It’s true that Cas always admired how beautifully smooth it looked. He just didn’t think he would ever get this opportunity. Celestial beings weren’t supposed to participate in acts like this. Sexual desires rarely crossed his mind, mainly because it was wired into his genetic code to serve God. 

Ever so slowly he extended his hand, allowing it to come to rest on Y/N’s bare hip. Not only was her skin soft, but this simple touch seemed to electrify his body. The celestial energy within him made everything more heightened. An instinct he never thought he would’ve possessed took over. 

Y/N returned the gesture by stroking her fingertips along the side of his cheek. She watched as Cas closed his eyes, the initial contact making him shiver. He’d never been touched so intimately before. The sensations from it alone caused his breath to hitch, and she hadn’t even got him completely naked yet. He hadn’t even noticed Dean move to the chair in the corner until his gruff voice broke the silence in the room, egging him on. 

“Yeah, buddy that’s it. Kiss her next. See if you can find the spot on her neck that drives her absolutely wild.”

Y/ N’s gaze flitted from the angel’s slightly parted lips to his cerulean eyes. It made desire begin to pool in her abdomen seeing him like this. She’d always had feelings for Cas, but it never seemed possible that she would be able to explore those desires. His mouth descended onto her neck, kissing and sucking at her soft skin. 

Y/N’s back arched into his toned chest at its own accord, his lips continuing their journey south. His ocean-colored eyes looked up through his thick lashes at her reaction to his kisses. It never occurred to him how such a small gesture could have such an effect on someone. He wanted more, needed to see Y/N come completely apart for him. 

Cas marveled at her beautiful figure laid out before him. Beads of sweat collected in the valley between her breasts, her chest rising and falling as she looked down at him with want. He gracefully kissed his way back up to her bowtie lips, capturing them in a passionate caress. His tongue danced with hers expertly, the thickening of his cock evident against her upper thigh. 

The moment his lips left hers a needy whine fell from her lips. Y/N looked over at Dean and felt her walls clench again. Seeing him fully naked again with his cock in his hand, hard and leaking, drove her absolutely wild. Her body began to shake again, her hands fisting the sheets. 

“P-Please… I… I can’t… I need…”

Dean chuckled as Cas looked over at him with slight confusion etched in his features. He bit his lip, nodding at the angel to keep going as he slowly increased the speed of his hand on his cock. 

“Dean, did I do something wrong? Y/N seems to be in distress again.”

A low moan fell from the elder Winchester’s lips. It was getting harder to focus on being a teacher when he was getting the hottest live show he’d ever seen. Eventually, he shook his head and tried desperately to form a coherent sentence. 

“Nah buddy, I bet her pussy’s soaked. Just look at the way she’s breathin’. You see the way her eyes roll back in her head just from your hands and mouth touching her? That’s just the tip of the iceberg, Cas. You really wanna hear Y/N lose it, then you gotta find her sweet spot.”

Dean stood up and joined his angelic friend on the bed, carefully spreading Y/N’s legs. He showed Cas his middle and ring fingers for a moment before dipping them into the slick folds of her sex. Cas didn’t miss how her back arched off the bed or the way she whimpered. Dean didn’t keep them inside her long though. This wasn’t his show anymore, but he wasn’t upset. If he was honest with himself, teaching turned him on more than he thought it would.

“You see that? Now you try…”

Cas slid his left hand up Y/N’s thigh, his fingertips ghosting over the goosebumps on her skin. He didn’t miss how she sucked in a breath the moment his fingers grazed her folds. Dean was right, she was very wet. Ever so slowly, he began to smooth them up and down, his cock throbbing in his boxers every time a new plea fell from her mouth. 

“Is this her sweet spot, Dean?” 

His hand never faltered as his blue eyes met Dean’s lust-blown ones. The hunter shook his head and bit his lip, his voice thick with arousal as he spoke. 

“Not quite, Cas. I’ll help you find it though. Those two fingers you’re touchin’ her with? Push them inside her. Then, I want you to curl them upwards.”

Cas did as he was told, and the moment he curled his fingers the prettiest moan he’d ever heard filled the room like a prayer.

“Oh, Cas!... M-More… please!”

Cas didn’t have to be told twice. Virgin or not, he could tell he’d found the spot that drove her crazy. He began to rub his fingers along the spot inside her, his other hand rubbing his own arousal through his boxers to gain some relief. Dean praised him, egging him on as he used his thumb to draw circles around her clit. 

“That’s it, Cas. Fuck... keep moving your hand like that, and she’ll cum in no time. You think we should let her? You wanna see her squirt? She taste’s like Heaven.”

Cas wasn’t sure what Dean meant by that, but he loved the way Y/N’s walls squeezed around his fingers. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out, a little faster each time. His eyes went wide as he watched Dean lowered his mouth towards where his hand was.

“I’m about to show you another spot, Cas. This one’s called her clit. Y/N’s about to become putty in our hands. Ready, buddy?” 

Cas nodded, licking his lips as Dean closed his mouth over Y/N. Almost instantaneously he felt her walls clamp around his fingers. He couldn’t believe he’d never experienced anything like this before. Why would his Father keep something this pleasurable hidden from his brothers and sisters for so long? A few seconds later, Cas felt something wet gush over his vessel’s hand. 

“Oh, fuck! C-Cas…. Dean I… I’m gonna… Right there!... OH, FUCK!!”

Dean sat back on his heels, his chin glistening with Y/N’s juices. A smirk formed on his lips before he gestured to where Cas’ hand was. 

“Good job, buddy. You know, for an angel you’re not too bad at this. Taste her, Cas. Then, I wanna see you fuck her.” 

Cas did as instructed and slowly removed his fingers from Y/N’s heat. He curiously observed the way they glistened with her wetness for a moment before sucking them between his lips. His eyes fluttered closed as he tasted her. Dean was right, she was delicious and he needed more. Before he could stop himself, he settled between her quivering legs. His instincts took over and soon he was devouring her like it was the only thing keeping him alive. 

“Sh-Shit! CAS!! Ohholyshityes… yes… YES!” So good… Oh, you’re so good! AH!” 

Dean’s jaw went slack as he watched the scene play out before him. His cock jerked in his hand, and he began to jerk himself faster. The coil of his arousal tightening with each passing moment he watched Cas work Y/N over. 

“Jesus, Cas… Look at you, making her a complete mess with your mouth. Fuck… yeah, make her sweet pussy cum again… C’mon, buddy… you can do it. Make her scream…”

His words gave him the fuel he needed. He closed his mouth over the same spot Dean had before and sucked. He could quickly tell that she was sensitive, so as if on queue he used his grace to hold Y/N in place while he moved his tongue in circles across her bundle of nerves. 

“Ca...Cas… Cas, OhmyG-... M’gonna… Fuck, I’m gonna… CAS!!!”

He released her clit and sat up next to where Dean was standing. His pupils fully engulfing the blue of his eyes. His cock was painfully hard in the confines of his boxers, so he took a moment to remove them. 

“Cas, I think she’s ready for you. God, I can’t wait to see you fuck her and watch her cum with you buried inside her.” 

Cas had never had something so filthy be spoken to him, but it unlocked something inside him. Something primal that needed to be sated, and it was something only Y/N could provide him. He positioned himself between her legs and pushed inside her, not stopping until his hips met hers. He heard her cry out and stopped, his eyes looking down into hers as he waited for her to adjust to him. 

“Please… please, Cas… fuck me…”

The moment the words left her lips, he gave in and began a punishing pace. Dean marveled at the way Y/N looked from this angle. He knew he wasn’t going to last like this. Seeing his best friend fuck the girl he loved senselessly would be his undoing.

He stood there fucking himself into his hand while the most obscene noises filled his ears. It all became too much, the sound of skin slapping against skin, the stream of Enochian coming from Castiel, and the sound of Y/N begging for him to cum sent him over the edge. Thick ropes of his release coated her chest and neck as he gripped the headboard for support. 

“Mmm, fuck Cas… Yeah, buddy… fuck her just like that… She feels amazing, doesn’t she? That tight pussy squeezing your cock like a vice. She’s close, I can tell.” 

He leaned down close to her ear and flicked his tongue over her earlobe. 

“You like when Cas fucks you, sweetheart? His cock feels good splitting you open… I can tell. You gonna cum for us? Gonna cum all over him?”

The moment Y/N’s walls fluttered around Cas he was a goner. With a guttural cry, he stilled inside her, his release filling her completely. 

For a few moments, no one said anything. It was all just heavy breathing and the occasional whimper from Y/N. Dean broke the silence and ran a hand through his sweat-slicked hair before slipping back into his boxers. 

“That was… wow… We gotta do that more often. He padded across the room to the door and gave the Cas and Y/N a lopsided smile. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up. You two should do the same and then we can talk about all this.”

He was gone seconds later, but before Y/N could move to get up herself, Cas shook his head.

“Allow me.”

With a quick snap of his fingers, they were both clean and back in their clothes. She smiled at him and threaded her fingers with his.

“That was amazing, Cas. I… I don’t know what we do from here, but I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”

Cas smiled and leaned down to kiss her temple.

“I may be somewhat ignorant of intimate feelings, but Dean seemed pleased with what we just did together.” 

The two made their way to the Bunker’s library completely sated. If you’d told Y/N a year ago that she’d be fucked into oblivion by an angel of the Lord while one of the most beautiful hunters that ever existed watched, she would have laughed. Now? Now, it was safe to say that anything can happen, and she couldn’t wait for Dean to give Cas another lesson.

#j snow writes #dean winchester x reader #castiel x reader #dean x reader #cas x reader #dean winchester smut #dean smut #castiel smut #cas smut #dean winchester x you #dean x you #dean winchester x y/n #dean x y/n #castiel x you #cas x you #castiel x y/n #cas x y/n #supernatural smut

[fivie]

I keep thinking about how well grantaire and anna would get along (before she gets re-brainwashed)... i know you've moved away from spn canon with UMW but do you have thoughts on how your characters would theoretically interact with spn characters?

ah yes, the re-brainwashing was very unfortunate 😔

my main headcanon re. UMW characters meeting SPN characters is that if Enjolras and Grantaire met Sam and Dean, based on Enjolras's personality and him having the sword, they would absolutely assume he was the angel of the pair 😂 Dean would probably commiserate with Grantaire about the challenges of hanging out with a socially challenged angel, and Grantaire would absolutely go along with it. Then Cas would show up and be like 'hello brother 😐' and spoil his fun.

I think Enjolras and Dean would butt heads, but Sam and Combeferre would probably get along quite well. I hope the spirit of Victor Hugo can't see me typing this.

Ages ago I actually started writing a little crossover story just for fun but I found it really weird 😂 I don't know if I'll ever write any more of it so I'll put what I have under a cut here if anyone wants to read it lol

(it is definitely not UMW canon 😂)

Grantaire is in a long-abandoned barn in rural Belgium, idly sweeping up the ashy remains of the shapeshifter that had been terrorising the nearby village in the guise of a local cryptid legend, when Combeferre pops into his mind with a bemusing prayer:

Don't come back to my apartment right now.

Grantaire pauses, awaiting further details. If Combeferre were in danger, he's sure he wouldn't bother beating around the bush, so Grantaire isn't overly worried, but Combeferre has never told him to stay away before and so he waits, curious. A minute or so later, an even more bemusing continuation:

Or if you do, make sure you come in through the front door like a human would.

Sometimes Grantaire desperately wishes that the prayer communication line went both ways. Combeferre feels distracted, like there are many other things demanding his attention and he is snatching at quiet moments to send Grantaire fragmented intel. Finally:

Other hunters here.

With that, the pieces slot together. Grantaire personally thinks it would be kind of funny for him to drop in on a room full of Musain hunters, especially the ones who'd written him off as a drunken waste of space years ago, and he could always erase their memories after if it was going to cause problems, but he supposes that Combeferre's solution of just keeping him away for a while is simpler. He finishes his clean up and is just about to return to Jehan's house when Combeferre reaches out again.

Could use your expertise for this. Come back if you're able? But please be discreet.

Grantaire snorts. He thinks he'll enjoy having a conversation with Combeferre later about why it's okay to pretend that he's human to other hunters, but not to Enjolras or Combeferre himself. He's well aware of the difference and the reasoning, of course, but he does like watching Combeferre wrestle with a moral quandary.

Enjolras is here, too.

This last part sounds like a warning, and Grantaire supposes it is, and one he should be thankful for. He braces himself before flying back to Combeferre's building, going up the stairs with pointed emphasis and hoping everyone in the apartment can hear his very normal, very human footsteps approaching. He opens the apartment door, calling out a greeting, and he steps inside and the world stops.

The other angel in Combeferre's living room stares at him, his human face registering only mild surprise even as his luminous true form roils and sparks in shock and alarm and, of course, horrifyingly, recognition. Grantaire stares back for a wild, world-tilting moment, and then he flies in a mad flurry, grabbing Enjolras and Combeferre and taking them to the furthest side of the room, pushing them behind him. Combeferre, who had just expressly told Grantaire to be on his best and most human behaviour, calls his name in confused dismay, and Enjolras is saying something too, demanding to know what he's doing, and there are two other humans here too, making their own noise, but then—

"Hello, brother," Castiel says, and all the humans in the room fall deathly silent.

Grantaire doesn't answer. His hand instinctively twitches to curl around the handle of a blade not currently in his possession. He can feel the presence of his sword burning in Enjolras's coat pocket and he wonders if the split second it would take for him to get to it will mean fiery death for all of them.

Three thousand years, he thinks. Three thousand years he successfully kept his head down, and then Combeferre goes and invites another angel into his living room—!

"Aw no, brother?" one of the new humans repeats. Grantaire doesn't dare take his eyes off Castiel, but the human sounds exasperated. He also sounds American, which raises many questions but also answers the one of why they are all here and not at the Musain. Grantaire can only imagine the Musain hunters' reaction to Americans descending upon their home base. "Cas, are you serious?"

"He's pretty clearly serious." The other human puts himself in Grantaire's line of vision, stepping between him and Castiel with one hand raised placatingly. He's uncommonly tall and more than broad enough in the shoulders to be considered physically imposing by human standards, but his posture and expression are currently extremely non-confrontational—he looks nervous, and sort of concerned. He looks at Grantaire first but then, clearly finding no invitation in his stony face, tilts his head to look past him at Enjolras and Combeferre instead. "So, uh. Got yourselves an angel."

"As do you, it would seem," Combeferre says with measured calm. It's strange to hear him speak English. Out of the corner of his eye, Grantaire sees him take half a step forward and hisses back at him, "Don't."

"Hey, who are you? Do we know you?" the first human says suddenly. "Are you an old douchebag in a new meat-suit?"

"Dean," Castiel says in quiet admonishment.

"What? It's not like we can tell."

"You don't know him," Castiel tells him before turning back to Grantaire. "This isn't necessary. I'm not going to harm you or these humans. You should calm yourself."

"And if you want to harm Cas then we're going to have a problem," the tall human says.

Grantaire makes no attempt to calm himself. "Are you alone?" he demands of Castiel, whose vessel affects a faintly puzzled expression.

"I'm here with Sam and Dean," he says slowly, and Grantaire scowls.

"I mean," he says, "where is your garrison?"

"I no longer serve Heaven, Rachmiel," Castiel says in oddly gentle tones, as if he's just realised why Grantaire would be so horrified to see him.

"Do not call me that," Grantaire snaps with a sharp shake of his head. "You—what do you mean?"

"I am...fallen." There's a strange mixture of pride and shame in Castiel's voice as he says it. "My loyalties were tested and I found them to lie more with humanity than with our brothers and sisters."

"You…" Grantaire's mind, emerging from the initial shock, starts to piece things together, starts to remember. "I saw you. Last year. You were killing angels and humans. Hundreds of them."

"Hey, that wasn't Cas," one of the humans, Dean, starts to protest, while Grantaire hears twin sharp intakes of breath from Combeferre and Enjolras as they apparently make the connection between the God-Monster they'd seen on screen all those months ago and the mild-mannered man standing before them now.

"Look, okay, let's...We didn't come here to fight," says the other human, whom Grantaire assumes, through elimination, to be Sam. "It's complicated, okay? But Castiel is with us. He's not the bad guy. He's saved our lives more times than I can count and—hell, he helped us stop the apocalypse."

"Did he say the apocalypse?" Grantaire hears Enjolras mutter behind him.

"What did you two have to do with the…?" Grantaire looks at the two strangers properly for the first time and feels a fresh wave of hysteria. There is a lot to be read from their souls that he will unpack later, but most pressingly, he can see who they are—what they are. "You're the vessels." His undoubtedly wild-eyed gaze swings back to Castiel. "You're walking around with Michael and Lucifer's vessels? You brought them here?"

"Michael and Lucifer are both in the cage," Castiel says. "I do not expect they will be coming looking for their vessels."

"And they already know that they do not have consent to take either of us for a ride," Dean says with a grimly sardonic smile.

Grantaire's head feels like it's going to explode, which wouldn't kill him but would undoubtedly be very distressing for Enjolras and Combeferre to witness. He wills his vessel to hold it together.

"Grantaire," Combeferre says quietly—even that makes him jump. Combeferre speaks to him in soft, rapid-fire French that the Americans clearly do not understand and that Castiel politely pretends not to hear. "If he's really broken with Heaven, isn't that a good thing? For you to not be the only one?"

Grantaire casts a somewhat tortured glance back at him, not anywhere near ready to accept the idea that running into anyone from his family could ever be good, before looking inevitably back to Castiel, unable to keep his eyes from returning to the perceived threat in the room.

"It is good to see you," Castiel says, horribly earnest. "I believed you dead."

"Yeah, that was the idea," Grantaire snaps. Castiel tilts his head to one side like a confused puppy, a crease appearing between his eyebrows.

"You've been in hiding," he hazards finally.

"Pretty successfully, up until now," Grantaire says.

"Hey, just like Gabriel," Dean remarks. "You gotta wonder how many other angels flew the coop."

"Gabriel," Combeferre repeats in tones of disbelief that match Grantaire's own feelings. "The archangel? He also…?"

"Gabriel is dead," Grantaire says bluntly.

"Yeah, but he had a good run hanging out down here pretending to be a trickster god," Dean says with a smile that suggests not-so-fond remembrance. "What've you been hiding out as? Some other deity?"

There's an agonising sort of pause, and then it's Enjolras who says, not without bitterness, "A human."

Dean whistles. "That's a bold choice."

"Rachmiel," Castiel says, and Grantaire wants to scream. "Heaven will not hear of any of this from me. You and your humans are safe. Please. I—Here."

He puts one hand up as if in surrender while his blade falls from the sleeve of his coat into his other hand. He holds it up, slowly and demonstratively, before setting it down on Combeferre's coffee table and stepping back.

There is a very strange, very awkward moment where Castiel and his two humans look at Grantaire expectantly, waiting for him to return the gesture and disarm. Finally, Enjolras steps forward. He catches Grantaire's eye questioningly and, at his nod, takes Grantaire's blade out of his own coat and lays it next to Castiel's. Dean and Sam's eyebrows shoot up and Castiel gives a slow, considered blink, but mercifully all three of them refrain from saying anything about the matter.

#umw stuff

[doctorprofessorsong]

carving deep blue ripples by dothraki_shieldmaiden @dothwrites (Explicit, 85k)

I am a sucker for Stanford Era Dean and a creature Cas fic, so this one feels tailormade to my interests.

Dean finds himself hunting alone after his Dad sends him away with the Impala. It was bad enough when Sammy walked out the door, but now his own Dad has sent him away. But Dean’s a hunter, so that's what he's gonna do. A chance encounter with Cas, another hunter, evolves into a partnership and, perhaps, if Dean can just let go, something more. But Cas has a secret that threatens to tear them apart.

This one has great mythology, top tier monsters and so much delicious pining. Dothraki_shieldmaiden manages to incorporate so much delicious canon into this adjacent fic that you will be gnawing at the walls. Seriously buckle up. It's a great ride.

Heavyweight by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) @valleydean (Explicit, 206k)

Look, Mallory has the unique ability to write versions of Dean and Cas that crawl into your brain and set up residence, but these particular ones are just *chef's kiss* perfection. Deeply unwell over each other, off-putting and sometimes objectively terrible and yet I love them to my bones.

Set in the 1920s against the backdrop of the golden age of boxing, Dean is a light heavyweight champion looking to make his name in the heavyweights. But the reappearance of his secret ex, Cas, threatens everything. Cas left town under the cloud of a scandal. Left DEAN. And now he's back to try and restore his name.

The pining. The push and pull. There were times where I thought a happy ending was impossible but she did it. She really really did. There’s horny sparring. There are suits and fancy prohibition Era parties. There are VIBES. Seriously this one is just so freaking good.

When I Knew You by FriendofCarlotta and xfancyfranart @friendofcarlotta , @xfancyfranart (Explicit, 54k)

Time travel love stories are tricky and sometimes they hit for me (as you can probably guess from my name) while sometimes the don't. This one was an absolute homerun. Dean and Cas are both so deeply lonely and there is this sense of desperate intensity that is woven through the story that will male you feral.

Dean's working to try to put together the cracked pieces of his life after the one two punch of losing his dad and his business. But he's off to a rocky start when he learns that the prior owner of his new house died suddenly.

Even stranger, a shimmering light appears in his living room and suddenly he finds himself face to face with the guy, somehow having traveled to the past. In stolen moments, they discover that maybe happiness isn't as elusive as it felt. But the time is ticking. Can Dean save Cas from his fate, and if so, what will happen to them?

Dean Winchester and the Stolen Tupperware by MalMuses @malmuses (Explicit, 35k)

It's been a hot minute since this one came out and you may have already heard about it as a result, but this fic is just a fluffy, pure delight.

Cas is a single, nerdy professor whose idea of a wild Saturday night is watching dashing Dean Winchester, a real life Indiana Jones type adventurer archeologist, on YouTube. Dean is looking for some stability and just hoping to find a place to establish a career that doesn't involve constantly traveling. Sparks and awkward cuteness fly when they meet.

This one is perfect for a low angst love story. Also, Dean and Cas will make you deeply fond (and Meg in this fic can step on me).

Night at the Impala Theater by Speary @spearywritesstuff (Explicit, 52k)

It's difficult to explain what is so great about this fic without revealing more than I want to about the plot because there are some delightful and twisty bits. Suffice to say, it's a fun ride not just because of Dean and Cas, but the really fun side characters (Especially Rowena, my beloved, who is amazing and witchy).

The story revolves around Dean, a lonely guy running the family business - a historic movie theater he inherited from his Dad. But his life is changed when he finds a mysterious film series on his doorstep. The film noir flick follows a smoldering PI named Castiel. For some reason Dean can't get enough of the movies. And yet, all attempts to track down any information about the series is frustratingly bare. Where will his obsession lead? Not telling. Go read it. :)

torture is your name on my lips by theseancequeen @theseancequeen (Explicit, 4.6k)

This fun little one-shot smutty yet emotional fic explores a world where Demon Dean summons Cas after years of separation and they hook up while both lying about the depth of their feelings. It's a magnificent blend of angst, softness and need that ends on a deeply satisfying and surprisingly hopeful note.

Scorched Earth by AmberXBoone @amberxboone (Explicit, 155k)

Distraught over confirmation that his father intentionally started the fire that killed Mary Winchester (and nearly Dean and Sam), and then used his position as a police officer in a corrupt system to cover it up, Dean decides to give John a taste of justice by burning him in his home. He's a murderer and he fully expects to pay. But a chance meeting with burnt out DA Castiel Novak changes both of their loves forever and suddenly they have something to fight for. Can they take down the corrupt system or will Dean be locked away?

The plot of this fic alone is a ride. But what really brings this one home is the impeccable use of canon characters. I love these versions of them all so much. And it's truly a delight to see everyone join together to fight the corruption and save Dean (whether he deserves it or not cause he definitely doesn't think he deserves to be saved). The fic is also broken up into short chapters which makes it super readable if you are the type who picks things up for one scene and then puts it back down (could never be me I binged it like i was on fire myself but I admire it).

The premise is dark, but it's the light moments that make this fic really shine.

Check out my other fic recs at @riversrecs

#destiel #deancas #destiel fic rec #destiel fic recs #deancas fic rec #deancas fic recs #spn fic rec #supernatural #spn

[wrenwinchester]

Bear with me here. Because I have. Some thoughts.

First things first, visit here for another in depth analysis of the table carvings that doesn’t really have anything to do with my commentary, but I found it while looking for the picture for the table and liked their analysis. So….

Anyway, the table. We watch as Sam and Dean carve their own initials, and we know Mary’s initials get added after her death in season 14. That’s all fine and dandy. And we know Cas and Jack’s names get added sometime after Cas’s death, and presumably after Jack leaves, but we don’t really know when, or even by who. We also don’t really know who carved Mary’s initials, not really.

However, we see Sam and Dean’s different styles of carving into things twice. (Sorry about the gore it was the cleanest picture I could find of the car initials completely.)

Now, neither of the boys are identical, however, we can see a distinct difference between Sam and Dean’s style. Dean carves deep, so it will stay a long time, despite wear and tear. Sam however carves wide. He carves out his initials instead of making a hole. It’s much more surface level, almost as if he’s scared of getting in trouble and wants it to be easier to get rid of. But that’s something we can get into later.

When they add Mary’s initials there are a couple things that tip us off that it was Dean who actually carved them in, A) they’re from that direction, which is the side/seat Dean almost always sits in when both brothers are up and about. And B) it has that same depth to it as his initials, and the same style of how the lives meet. Therefore Dean carved Mary’s initials.

However, this brings us back to Jack and Cas.

Both Cas and Jack’s names have that same width over depth, more surface level carving as Sam’s initials. Especially when compared to Dean and Mary’s. The S in Castiel has very similar strokes to the S for Sam’s initials, and the A’s and C’s in their names are similar if not the same (or as same as they can be considering they were carved into wood and sometimes the grain of the wood disrupts flow a little bit).

This, to me, means that Sam was the one to carve Castiel and Jack’s names into the table. And I’d even bet, that he didn’t do it until after Dean died.

Now I could be wrong about this last part, but if I’m remembering correctly, we don’t see all five names/initials until after Dean’s death. While Sam is sitting at the table (notably in Dean’s spot, and wearing dean’s sweatshirt.) with Miracle, so it’s plausible, and even probable.

And I’d bet he did it when he decided he couldn’t live in the bunker anymore without Dean because every little thing reminded him of his brother. And I’ll bet he did it because they are a part of his family and they deserved to be remembered too.

Castiel, the angel of Thursday, the angel who betrayed heaven for the sake of humanity. Who chose over and over again to take the Winchester’s side over any other supernatural being because he trusted their sense of right versus wrong. Castiel, one of the Winchester’s only friends who stuck around, who made sure that they took care of themselves, and made sure to save them while they were saving the world. Castiel, the Winchester’s best friend.

And Jack, their kid. Sure, he was the spawn of Lucifer, but he was Castiel’s kid. He was Sam’s kid, and he was Dean’s kid. (I’ll get to a rant about Dean and Jack’s relationship at a different point because I have thoughts.) Jack saved the world, and he turned out good because of Castiel, because of Sam, and because of Dean. Jack took the mantle of God to protect the world, so he could protect his family, and keep the angels from interfering with human affairs.

#guys i have a problem #supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn #the winchesters #mary winchester #castiel #castiel winchester #jack kline #jack winchester #the table #carved initials #sw dw mw Castiel and Jack #i have so many thoughts #too many thoughts #analysis of supernatural #analysis #supernatural analysis #god man. talk about I have issues.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

God, it's true and I think the problem with the "I'm not just a mom" line is that it seems like she's not even trying to be a “mom.”

I think Mary could have been a character with potential and interesting without having to leave out Sam and Dean. And I need to complain about a lot of things about Mary now that I'm re-watching season 12:

12x12: Mary is working with the British Men of Letters even though THEY KIDNAPPED HER SON but the worst of all was that she lied to her children to get them to help her and when she stole from the demon (also without telling Sam and Dean) and Ramiel told them that they had 30 seconds to return what they had taken, she did nothing, she was willing to risk the lives of her children and Cas (who was already dying) to give the Colt to some people she works with just a few months ago

Also when Dean and Sam are arrested for the president and Mary was upset with Cas for abandoning them 💀

Girl, at least Cas was there, where were you? and she still asks why her kids didn't call her 😤

and I have another one, the chapter where they are trapped in a house with a demon, Dean himself tells Mary, quite rightly, that she traveled hours for the funeral of someone she hasn't seen in years but she sends her own children one text message a week, SOMETIMES

In that same chapter Mary has no problem killing Jody even though she probably has the notion that she is someone important to Dean and Sam.

Anyway, I'll stick with the scene where the boys travel to the past and Sam meets his mother and just sits down and tells her that she's beautiful.

I like what you pointed out at the end because that’s been in the back of my mind for a bit; Young Mary is not the same character as old Mary, not even a little. The writers changed her character so much, young Mary (1) didn’t want to hunt and (2) cared so much about her boys. Old Mary seemed to want to hunt so that she could ignore the problem that she thought Sam and Dean were.

Honestly, it’s like when she found out they were adults now she just didn’t want anything to do with them. Like she took one look at them and thought “well I missed all the interesting parts so why bother trying to know them now.”

And I get that she would want to grieve the life that she missed; raising her two sons with John. I just don’t see that as an excuse for cutting out the boys who are very much alive, even if they don’t need raising anymore.

And it definitely doesn’t excuse her using and betraying them. If someone she had really, truly cared about been tortured by the MoL, she wouldn’t have worked with them. But it was just a stranger. Just a guy that happened to be her son, but who wasn’t the baby she wanted.

#the winchesters #dean and sam #mary winchester #another rant #supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #supernatural dean #dean winchester x you #winchesters x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #winchesters x sister

[destieltropecollection]

DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 15 | Everyone Knows But Them

Coming Out | NannaT (AO3)

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,002 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, one-shot, gambling, shipping Summary: Cas and Dean are in love. But, what if everyone else knew before they did? LOL. Of course everyone knew!

people will say we're in love | @demonmary

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,817 Main Tags/Warnings: Internalized Homophobia, Mutual Pining, Confessions Summary: “We have a special on our queen bed available if you book more than two nights, or are you two just passing through?" A queen. A-fuckin’-mazing, Dean thought. Add the smart-aleck at the Motel 6 to the list now too. He would be the 4th person that day that assumed he and Castiel were… Dean’s shoulders tensed, his hackles raised as a defense. Was it him? Some sort of energy or abstract, uncontrollable trait Dean possessed that had everyone around him assuming his sexuality? Was there a post-it stuck to his back that said, “Hey! I’m banging Cas”?

A Christmas Conspiracy | @twinone1221

Rating: General Word Count: 21,110 Main Tags/Warnings: Idiots in Love, Christmas Fluff, Coffee Shop AU, Mechanic!Dean Winchester, Writer!Castiel, Everyone know but them Summary: Charlie and Anna are tired of seeing their friends Dean and Castiel dance around each other. They decide to take matters into their own hands.

Changing Channels: Queer Premiere | @fellshish & @emeraldcas

Rating: General Word Count: 26,536 Main Tags/Warnings: Humor, multiple crossovers, pov alternating, first kiss Summary: Gabriel puts Dean and Cas in Changing Channels scenarios where they just happen to meet a lot of gay people. Hmmm, what could it all mean?

How a Grocer Watches Dean Pull His Head Out of His Ass in Seven Days | @pray4jensen

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 51,132 Main Tags/Warnings: outsider POV, switching, miscommunication, fake/pretend relationship, humour, voyeurism, temporary amnesia Summary: Mrs. Christian, owner of Lebanon's only grocery store, had once been a perfectly respectable woman. But now here she was, completely invisible, being forced to witness Dean Winchester's love lessons, all in an effort to teach Castiel how to flirt and bed a woman. “Thank you, Dean,” Castiel said and he looked as thankless as one could be. “For our fake date yesterday. I think I'm ready now. To find a woman...like you want me to.” "I want you to be happy, Cas," Dean said. "You're human now. Hunting isn't a life." But oh, how utterly strained and painful his smile looked! And then, Mrs. Christian had an epiphany and her body shuddered with homophobic shock. How had she not seen it before? How had she not noticed how thin their fake-dating pretence was? This godless man, Dean Winchester, was an authentic homosexual, wasn’t he?! He hadn't been pretending! She lost consciousness at once.

#destiel trope collection #destiel trope collection 2023 #destiel #fanfic #everyone knows but them #day 15

[profoundbondfanfic]

A Five Step Guide

A Five Step Guide by thatpeculiarone Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 78k

In just three months, Ellie Winchester’s life completely changed. She had moved back to her hometown of Lawrence, Kansas, living in a completely new home with her dad full-time, attending a brand new high school where she had no friends. Her mom was gone and Ellie had to accept that she wasn’t coming back. However, despite all the sudden changes, even the darkest of storms will pass. And for Ellie, it happens on her first day at Lawrence High, where she meets Lizzie Novak. The girl with the messy hair and confident demeanour. The girl who understands her better than anyone. As the two become good friends, it becomes obvious to the both of them that they were meant to meet. And it wasn’t just because of the way they clicked so instantaneously, but rather because of the way their dads seem to be around each other. From the soft eyes to the gooey smiles. Suddenly, the two fourteen year olds notice that there is more about their two dads and their relationship that meets the eye. Together, they hatch the ultimate plan. And; a five step guide is born.

If there is one thing I love about this fandom, it’s that there is no shortage of fics with unique summaries or POVs you’ve never thought of before. A Five Step Guide is in the latter. A story told from the POV of Dean’s teenage daughter? Say less. 

And then this fic didn’t disappoint. Full disclosure, it is a split POV with Dean, which is actually perfect, because dad!Dean is a treasure, and his crush on Dr. Novak is adorable and perfect from first meet to when they eventually figure their stuff out. Dean is wonderfully written as a sweet and supportive dad who is helping his daughter grieve through the loss of her mom and a move back to Dean’s hometown. 

That’s where Ellie meets Cas’s daughter Lizzie, who also lost her mom years before. They become fast friends, and so do their dads and when the girls start to meddle, well, it’s a sweetly told misadventure that their dads attempt to manage, all while trying to manage their growing feelings for each other. 

The fic does deal with some heavy themes but they are told beautifully through Ellie and Dean’s POV as he watches his daughter learn to live without her mom. Extra kudos to the author for handling that theme throughout the fic so delicately. The result is a sweet story about moving on and growing up and oh, yeah, can’t forget, watching their dads fall in love.

#destiel #fic rec #au #teen and up #50k to 100k #modern setting #as parents #domestic #fluff #friends to lovers #doctor!castiel #mechanic!dean #author: thatpeculiarone #A Five Step Guide

[deancaspinefest]

A Fairy Tale Cliche!

Author: butterflyslinky | Artist: CoyDahlia

Posting on Monday March 18

True Love was never in the cards for Castiel. He is, after all, a Changeling raised by Cave Trolls, raised in the Court of Storms, where tender emotions are not encouraged. True Love was also never in the cards for Dean. They may be under a curse that can only be broken by True Love's Kiss, but nymphs don't tend to settle for one person for life. Too bad none of their friends will listen to that logic.

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Castiel did the only thing he could think of and extended his hand. “Would you care to dance with me?”

The nymph stared for a moment. “Are you going to declare your love and ask me to run away with you?”

“No,” Castiel said. “I’m going to dance with you until you don’t want me to.”

“Well.” The nymph put their hand in his. “Guess I can do that.”

Castiel smiled and led the nymph onto the floor. As though by magic…okay, probably by magic…the orchestra started at once and Castiel swept the nymph into a gentle waltz, grateful to Sam and his lessons. He was still clumsy in boots and he didn’t want to step on the nymph’s inadequate shoes.

“You’re a Changeling, right?” the nymph asked after a minute.

“I am.”

“Great. Wanna give me the lowdown on that?”

Castiel didn’t know why, but he found himself spilling his entire story to the nymph, more than he’d told anyone, even Sam. The nymph listened in silence, watching him from behind their mask, and they seemed to relax the longer Castiel spoke.

“So here I am,” Castiel finished quite a bit later. “It’s been a bit of a journey.”

“You’ve barely even started,” the nymph said. “Training with Jo is step zero…you don’t even have your Quest yet.”

“I thought finding my One True Love so I can stay in Avalon was my Quest.”

The nymph laughed. “Please. Like it would be that easy. You can’t really know someone is your True Love until you’ve faced major adversity together. You know, kiss a frog, turn into a swan, what have you. And that’s assuming True Love even exists for you and not just random lust or infatuation.”

“Do you not believe in True Love?”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” they said. “But I don’t go around sharing my story with everyone I meet.”

Castiel slowed slightly. “Just tell me,” he said. “Do you have a True Love you should be dancing with?”

The nymph softened. “Nah,” they said. “Don’t have time for that crap. Though you’re offending an awful lot of people by dancing with me.”

Cas glanced around again. There were indeed quite a few people watching them, and many of them looked pretty unhappy. “Were they on your dance card?” he asked.

“Nope,” the nymph said. “But they feel entitled to me anyway.” They grinned at Cas. “So if you want to take up all my time, I can stay until midnight.”

“If you want me to,” Castiel said. “But I’d like to know what to call you if we’re going to spend the next four and a half hours together.”

“Dean,” the nymph said. “You can call me Dean.”

(continue reading on Ao3 on Monday March 18)

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[gabriels-wings-of-freedom]

Ok so, Castiel Idea, A Cute/Fluffy Fanfic of Castiel x Reader where he proposes, BUT he's like super awkward/nervous about asking🥰🥰🥰

I can try!💖 Hope you enjoy!

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Take My Hand

Castiel wants to try something. He understands the importance and value of his decision, and he hopes that you say yes.

He knows what he wants, has a vague understanding of what's supposed to happen, and has spent countless hours sitting and staring into space thinking about it. This has disturbed a multitude of people, whether it be at a park or a cafe. However, they didn't know the decisions he was making in his head.

Castiel wanted to marry you.

As an angel, it seems pointless for him to want to form such a commitment with a human, assuming you would even say yes. You would die long before him. However, your soul would go to heaven, and there he could see you and be with you for eternity. At least, that's the perfection that Castiel imagines. The other angels might have some words to say about that.

But that was a problem for later. He had a bigger problem right now, and that was proposing to you. Sure, he understood the general concept, but according to other things he's heard, it was a lot more complicated than what he was thinking. So, he went to some reliable sources for advice.

"Marry Y/N? Well, you have to buy a ring or otherwise it's not very serious." Sam had told him.

"Just buy Y/N a ring pop. It always works." Dean told him in a joking matter. Castiel took him seriously until Sam told him not to.

"I could make a whole scene for you Cassie. Just tell me what you want." Gabriel was willing to help his brother angel out here, but Castiel didn't know what he wanted.

"You must be pretty desperate to ask me for help." Crowley was indeed a state of desperation: "But there is no right or wrong way to propose. You just do it."

The angel was now at a crossroads because he was even more lost than before. He then watched countless movies to figure out a perfect way to propose. In the end, he figured that he just needs to ask and there was no way around that. Still, Gabriel dragged him out to help Castiel buy you the perfect ring.

When you got a message to meet Castiel at the park, you were suspicious. He's always up to something or was in trouble or something along those lines. The angel always needed some kind of help, which you were happy to provide. So, ignoring the mysterious smirks that Dean was giving you, you drove to meet Castiel.

The angel was unlike the man you normally saw. The guy sitting on the bench was bouncing his leg, looking every which way, and if you could see his wings, you would notice them fluttering about in nervousness. You would know the reason soon, but as of right now, the sound of your voice made him jump like a cat just as a jogger went by.

"Cas, what's up? Did you do something wrong?" You asked, noticing his unusual behavior.

"I...No...At least, I don't think so." Castiel responded, taking a moment to swallow nervously as his thoughts ran around his brain. You giggled, nodding.

"So...what do you need?" You asked, returning the conversation back to him, looking for the reason he invited you out here. The realization caused his cheeks to turn pink.

"Um...I need a favor." The angel said, his heart working faster than his brain. He's never felt so nervous before.

In a split second, Castiel reached inside his trench coat for the ring, but at the same time, he went down on one knee. It would only happen to him, but his coat was caught under his shoe. So, as he bent down, the sudden tug caused him to loose his balance. Castiel was now a sight as he struggled to catch his footing while juggling a small velvet box in his hands like it was a hot potato. The panic in his eyes is what made the whole thing funny, but now he was more of a nervous wreck. Finally, he was able to get a grip (physically and emotionally), and the angel quickly went on one knee and popped the question before he could embarrass himself further.

"You will marry me." He said, opening the little box only for the ring to be shown to him instead of you. Not to mention the phrasing of his words.

So much for not embarrassing himself further.

"I-I mean...Will you marry me?" Castiel quickly corrected himself as he flipped the velvet box around so you could see the small diamond ring he got for you.

Meanwhile, you were trying to process everything as he stared up at you with hope and nervousness in his blue eyes.

"Cas...what prompted this?" You were overjoyed, happy that the man you love would ask such a question. But you never expected Castiel to do so, and you were curious.

"I know I'm an angel, and I know I can live for eternity...but I just want you. I just want you to have a ring on your finger and be called mine. So many other people have happiness like that in their lives...I want to experience it with you...I love you..." His sappy explanation ended in some tears from him. Tears that Castiel was desperately trying to shield from you. But you just got on your knees and wrapped your hands around his as they held onto that ring.

"Don't cry Cas...Yes, I will marry you." You told him, heart swelling from his loving words. However, that seemed to turn him more into an emotionally mess as he shakily placed that beautiful ring on your finger.

"I love you too." You told him as you both stood up and went in for a hug. He continued to try and control his tears as you rubbed his back. You then moved to kiss his cheek before kissing his lips.

After a couple minutes passed, Castiel had calmed down and you guys had found a place to sit in the park. You were cuddled into his side, admiring the ring you know he didn't pick out on his own.

"So...what comes next?" The angel was still a bit clueless in human traditions. He got the proposal down, and he knew a wedding was next. He just didn't know how to get that done.

"You leave that to me." You said with a grin and he smiled back, looking relieved. Then, he moved his arm and began to fish around for something in his pocket.

"By the way...I got you something else." Castiel said and you softened, getting a bit flustered.

"Cas...you didn't have to..." Your voice trailed off as you watched him pull out a small plastic wrapper. Once presented to you, you realized he was gifting you a ring pop.

"In case the first ring didn't work out. I heard this always works." He said with a proud smile. You just laughed, not knowing that he actually believed his words. Afterwards, you continued to lovingly spend time with each other as you envisioned the future together, and Castiel didn't know what he was so worried about in the firstplace.

...

"I got it alllllll on video!" Gabriel's voice resonated through the bunker as he magically appeared in there, holding a video camera proudly in his hand.

Sam nearly tripped on the stairs and Dean fell backwards in the chair he was sitting on in excitement, leaving his pie in the process. Both boys ran over excitedly to the archangel who spied on their friends.

"He didn't see you?" Sam asked and Gabriel gave him a "bitch please" look as he flipped open the camera to show his hard work.

"I'm the Trickster...All I had to do was look like your everyday jogger and I was in the clear." Gabriel said as he played the proposal to them. Dean immediately began to snicker as Castiel fell on his ass.

"You think it's funny now. You'd be laughing more if you saw his wings during that fiasco...I'm surprised Cassie didn't fly away." Gabriel snickered. As they continued to watch with humor in their eyes, they couldn't deny that the whole thing was also very sweet. Even Dean thought so, and they were all happy for the angel.

...

"Dammit Cas...He actually gave Y/N a ring pop..."

#supernatural #supernatural imagines #supernatural castiel #castiel #castiel x reader #castiel imagine

[destiel-wings]

I've gathered some of my thoughts about The Winchesters season finale and here's why i think it gave me some peace

(yes, this does contain a destiel interpretation, too 💚💙)

Did i want to see Cas in it? Yes.

Was i disappointed that he wasn't? Actually, no (more on that later).

But I loved it. I was so stunned as I saw it and I felt like somehow it healed some of the wounds from the spn finale... but i couldn't quite understand why.

Here's why.

We basically watched Supernatural. Jensen reopened the finale and went further with it. What we saw in The Winchesters felt like a continuation of 15x20, even if it technically happened in between the last two scenes of the finale. But we got Bobby, we got Jack. They all actually talked, in a way that felt alive and real. Jack broke his rule of no interfering, showing that he still cared for Dean (just like he had broken his own rule off screen by saving Cas from the Empty). The Winchesters wasn't a prequel, but a sequel.

Dean got his own story, got to make something for himself (instead of just waiting for Sam on a bridge), and it's something that he wanted to do. He went back to look for hope and love, for a version of his parents where they could have a real chance.

We learn love (or we don't) and how to be in a happy relationship as kids by watching our parents, and Dean was doomed that way. He never had that example, to learn how to build a relationship and let himself be loved. He never learned that. So when he gets to heaven and he has the chance, before getting on that bridge, before meeting up with his family, with Sam... and yes, with Cas (even if we haven't seen him yet), he just needs a freaking minute. He needs a little time to himself. To reconnect. To understand. To reflect on love and what it means to love and be loved.

So he does what any fond child would do... he looks up at his parents. Only his parents that are right there in heaven didn't exactly have a happy ending (or even a happy middle), so he explores further, searching for a chance, a hope, a version of his own legacy where love was possible. Because if his parents can make it... so can he.

And we see all that through his own lenses (the weird use of the camera lenses with all those flares and glow resembles the aura of Dean's drive in heaven, thinking about it in retrospect).

screencaps of the glowy amber look and those camera flares, there's probably better examples but these are some of the best ones i could find

Dean's mission might have been the Akrida, but the reason he went looking, the real quest he was after, was hope. Hope for a happy ending. Hope for love, where said love was doomed from the start.

And it's not surprising that there were destiel parallels everywhere, because that was Dean's POV, and he's processing his own feelings. Which is something he needs to do before he sees Cas again.

And personally, I think Dean loves Cas back and he knew that before dying, but still, that doesn't mean that he's not afraid of messing it up. That he knows how to approach him, or face Cas, after all that's happened.

He may not even be doing all of this thinking consciously, but the Castiel subtext we've seen in The Winchesters, from a narrative POV, is Dean's.

We're seeing the parallels because he's seeing them, making them, it's his way of processing. Of seeing what he and Cas had, and what they could have. Looking for hope.

And, as he himself said before leaving again... i think he found it.

So i don't know how things are going to go on from here. I can't imagine how we could have Dean in a season two. I've been saying all along that The Winchesters might open the story for a SPN revival/s16, and i think it is perfectly possible that this might happen here.

The Winchesters might not have Dean anymore, becoming its own show (but still having lots of references and guest stars from Supernatural) and *as Jensen loves to say* when we get the revival, there will be the space to address Castiel's confession and give his character the importance that it needs.

It wouldn't have made sense to see Cas here in a little cameo, it wouldn't have been enough. But what we saw here, was the confirmation of Jensen reopening the finale, and his willingness to bring Dean back (as he's always stated), for whatever more he's allowed to do.

I love the way they handled it, we still got peace and hope (even if there were to be no s2), and i feel like we're all more confident that the bridge scene is not an ending, but a beginning of something more. Dean has said he's gonna go look for his family. That's not just Sam.

Of course he's gonna see Cas too. But i don't think any of us would've been satisfied to see him pop up randomly for a couple of minutes in TW, with little to no mention of what happened between them.

Also, i want to point out that this was supposed to be the midseason finale but they had to adapt it when they found out they didn't get a full season, we could've had much more (like more narrating voices as Jensen had teased) or even seeing more of Dean, instead of just seeing him in the pilot and the season finale. They even asked Misha to be there (and he refused for scheduling conflicts since he was busy filming Gotham Knights *but said he's absolutely willing to appear later*).

So i think there's still so much story to tell here and i am absolutely hopeful and trust that we will love it.

I think they did an amazing job in 13 episodes, and I can't wait to see what's next 💖

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[thelittleangel]

Blind Date

tags: Castiel x male reader, fluff, angst, male reader,

warnings: possible OOC, angst, reference to past relationships that weren't great, reader gets stood up.

taglist:@agroovygoose @pumpkinhead666 @waywardseraph @wraith-posts

When I agreed to do this, I didn't think there’d be this much waiting.  I thought he would have been here by now.  But sitting at the restaurant for thirty minutes seemed to me like he wasn’t coming.  

I made a deal with myself to wait another ten minutes and if he didn’t show up, I was going home.

Another five minutes, I sat, tearing up napkins.  

Three minutes pass.

“Screw it.” I mutter.

I grab my coat, dropping 5 bucks on the table.

On my way to the door, I bump into someone.  Turning to say “excuse me.”, my eyes meet with a familiar shade of blue.

“Hello.” 

“Hey, Cas.  What are you doing here?”

“Dean asked me to pick something up.  What are you doing here?”

“Nothing anymore.”

His lips shape into a frown.  “What’s nothing?”

“One of my friends set me up on a blind date.”

“How did it go?”

I breathe out a heavy sigh. “It didn’t.”

“He didn't show up?”

I shake my head.  He looks at me with what I guess is pity, and then back at the tables.  

“I’m sorry.”

I smile at him and shake my head.  “Don't be, it's not your fault.”

“May I sit with you?”

I look at him in confusion.  “Aren’t you picking something up for Dean?”

He smiles gently at me, “it can wait.”

I smile back at him, “Pie?”

He nods. “Pie.”

He gestures to the table I was just sitting at.  I look at the table and then back at him, “you sure?”

He nods.

I walk to the table, setting my stuff down.  He sits across from me.  We just watch each other awkwardly.  I don’t know what to say to him and I doubt he knows what to say to me.  I look down at my hands.  

“Why do you go on these dates?”

I breathe out a sigh.  “I honestly don’t know anymore.  I never have any luck, and when I do hit it off with someone, they never contact me again.  And I don't know if it's me or if it's just….”

We sit in silence for a moment, and I lean back into my seat, wallowing in sadness and self-pity.

“Can you look at me for a second?’

I look up at him, sure that I’m going to get some kind of stern expression and aggressive words to stop with the pity party.  And I know he wouldn’t do something like that, but it’s just a common occurrence that I've learned to expect from everybody.  But no, his expression is kind, his eyes are gentle.

“Even if you don’t can’t find someone who will love you right away, please don’t give up hope.  There are still people out there who care about you.”  

“I don’t really have a lot of people in my life, Cas.”

“You have Dean, and Sam, and you have me.  You have your friends.  Your family.  You’re not alone.”

“It feels like I am sometimes.”

“Because no one’s interested in you romantically.”

“Yes.” 

“How do you know that’s the case?”

“Because they never make an attempt to contact me after the first date, so I'm just left to wonder what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.  You just haven’t found the right person.”

I look down at my hands again.  He covers them with his own.  I look up at him again.  There’s sympathy there.  

I squeeze his hand and then let go.  I grab my stuff and head out.  

As I'm walking to my car, I hear footsteps behind me.  I turn and I see Cas.  

I force a smile onto my face.  “Hey Cas.  What’s up?”

He looks nervous.  I unlock my car and open the door.

“Before you left, I wanted to give you something.”

“What is it?”

He shifts his weight from one foot to the other.  “It’s a surprise.  I’m going to have to ask you to do something strange.”

I can feel my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.  “Like what?”  

He looks away.  “I need you to close your eyes.”

“Are you sure you can’t just tell me?”

He looks back up at me, his expression serious.  “I’m sure.”

I sigh, closing my eyes.

I hear a shift, like he’s moving, maybe adjusting his coat.  He takes a step.  

I shift from one foot to the other.  Waiting. 

I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder, and I jump from the sudden and unexpected touch.  “Cas, what are you-”

His hand moves to my face, his thumb brushing my eyelashes gently.

He takes a step closer.

I feel his lips brush mine.

My eyes open wide, and I take a step back, but I realize it's all for nothing, because there’s no one in front of me.

#supernatural #castiel x male reader #male reader #castiel x reader #castiel

[suckerforlovesblog]

A perfect match?

A perfect match? - Masterlist

Everything was different when you opened your eyes. Everything was different once again. Without knowing where you were, you sat up, rubbed your tired eyes and took a look around you. A pair of bright green eyes starred back at you through the dark. Hearing a deep rumbling voice saying that everything is fine now , you felt a shiver run down your spine and everything turned. The darkness welcomed you back once again…

Series warning: ABO Dynamics, Smut, Unprotected PIV , Scenting, Knotting, Language, age gap, Claiming, Breeding Kink, Age Gap

Chapter 4: Where are we going?

Summary: Dean takes his Omega to a motel where they get to know each other a little bit.

Chapter warning: ABO Dynamics, Angst

Word count: 1.2k

~taglist: @niiight-dreamerrrr ~

Sorry, this is a little bit on the short side.

You were sleeping soundly, wrapped up in his big black leather jacket whilst breathing in your Alpha’s scent. He held you close to his chest. Your neck and head were pressed against his broad chest and he watched you breathe because it seemed to calm him down. Your scent was the most heavenly thing Dean had ever smelled but he couldn’t quite figure out what it was precisely. He thought of sunshine on a wam summer day and flowers, maybe peonies. But he could also smell his cologne and whiskey. The mixed scents nearly drove him crazy because it went straight to his pants. All he wanted to do was bite into your neck once again and fuck you ruthlessly until you were panting, screaming his name. But right now he had to concentrate because he was walking out of the door of the Omega facility, where he had just meet and claimed his mate and took on another responsibility, another life he had to watch out for. You.

Sam was walking right next to him, jiggling the keys to his car in his right hand. Leaving the facility behind and entering the parking lot, Dean didn’t even realize that he held his breath.

“Sammy!”, he snapped at him, nearly growling. Sam just looked at him puzzled but stopped playing with the car keys to calm the raging Alpha down.

Everything was new to Dean because he could not only feel what you did but he also shared some of your thoughts and feelings. That’s why he knew that you were more than happy to sleep cuddled into his chest. You felt safe and warm. Dean smiled down at you and made his way to his car: a 1967 Chevrolet Impala. He looked at Sam, allowing him to drive and then opened the back door. Dean sat down gently, keeping you close to his chest. After sitting down, he laid you on the backseat, your head in his lap. Sam sat down in the drivers seat and turned the key, pulling out of the parking space and then the parking lot driving towards the Motel they were staying in for the last couple of days.

Dean looked down at your, brushing a loose hair behind your ear, smiled and then he fell asleep, holding your hand. Sam drove the couple of hours and parked the car. He knew his brother would be mad but still decided to snap a picture of Dean sleeping so soundly, afterwards he woke him gently with a grin. You felt your Alpha get uneasy and restless, so you were too. You brought your hands to your eyes and rubbed them. Afterwards opening your eyes, you were confused because you had no idea where you were. Looking around and gathering all your strength you sat up and then felt your tummy growl. Dean chuckled and the other man laughed: “Get out of the car and I will get some food. We need to go to a store tomorrow anyways because she needs something to wear, doesn’t she?” You looked around, scarred and searching for your Alpha and immediately calmed down when you felt his presence next to you. “You’re right”, his deep voice said, “should I carry you little one?” “Uhm”, you tested your voice, confused about the choice he gave you. Dean then gets out of the car and leaves the door open for you. Feeling confident by the trust Dean is putting in you, you crawl to the door of the car and plant one of your feet down, then the other and get out of the car. While holding his jacket snugly around you, you look around trying to take everything in. For the first time in years you feel like you’re finally able to breath again, feeling the fresh air streaming into your lungs, you looked at Dean feeling an indescribable gratefulness. “Thank you”, you whisper under your breath, knowing that he would have understood you. Dean just smiled, trying to encourage you to take another step towards him so that’s what you did. He closed the small distance between the two of you by taking an step towards her. Dean opened his arms wide and embraced you in a hug.

The three of them must have looked weird to anyone. The very tall Sam just standing next to the drivers seat, leaning over the car watching as the scene unfolded: Dean with his broad shoulders and wide open arms and Y/N with naked legs, just wrapped in a big leather jacket closing the distance and wrapping her arms around her Alpha. He embraced the hug, picked her up and carried her towards his Motel room.

“We will do this bridal style now”, he whispered in her ear, making her blush and smile. Dean carried his Omega through the door and into the room. Y/N knew that he was still reserved and didn’t know how to behave around her and all she wanted to do was please him. “You should go and take a shower. I will give you one of my shirts to wear. Sammy will be here with some food shortly and we will go to the store to get you some of your own stuff tomorrow.”, he said, rummaging through his pack back and giving her a flannel. Y/N eyes filled with tears and she started sobbing immediately. “Hey, what’s wrong?”, Dean whispered, getting down on his knees next to where she sat on the floor. “I… I just, ehrm”, she sniffled, “my job is to take care of you. And I have been a big disappointment so far!” “Hush”, he said, pulling her into his lap after he changed positions, “I don’t know what they told you in there but it’s a two way road. We take care of each other. That’s how an Alpha-Omega bound works.” He patted her hair, not really knowing what to do. Dean felt helpless and he could also feel her aching and his heart breaking for the pain his Omega felt. “But… but”, she said, still crying, “I thought I am to serve you.” “Y/N. Look at me”, he pulled her chin up so they looked into each others eyes. The Omega in Y/N instantly submitted and his forest green eyes took her in. She immediately felt a wave of calm come over her. “Some people might live like this. But Sammy and I don’t.” He swallowed: “Listen, I was really opposed to the idea of an Omega because we live a very dangerous life and I didn’t want to pull another person into this ….” Y/N heard Dean talking but she didn’t listen anymore. All she could think about is that he didn’t want her in his life and that made her really sad.

She got out of Deans embrace and then walked towards what seemed to be the bathroom, determined to show him that she is worth his time.

All Y/N wanted was her Alpha to want her and not be a project he took on out of pity. Dean was still sitting on the floor, confused because he couldn’t decipher his Omega’s emotions.

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[sackofdragondung]

Some accurate Destiel fluff

The first time something happened between Dean and Castiel was after a long hunt when both were incredibly tired. They both just looked at each other for a while, like seeing each other for the first time. Then both just smiled, said goodnight and went to bed.

The second time something happened between Dean and Castiel was when Dean just wanted to reach and grab something, but accidentally touched Cas’ hand. They both just stared at each other for a moment, then deciding it was nothing, continued their activities. Then later that day they both thought about it. Did it mean something? Did they like it?

The third time something happened between Dean and Castiel was when Dean seems kind of sad or depressed, you know how he gets sometimes, and Cas wanted to comfort him. So Cas took Dean’s hand in his and they both just sat there for a while.

The fourth time something happened between Dean and Castiel was after a long time of teasing each other and looking each other in the eyes for too long, too many times. They’re in the kitchen together, just talking about some stuff and without realizing it, they’re standing so close to each other. They’re just talking and looking at each other and only after they stop talking do they realize how close they’re actually standing. So they looked each other in the eyes, smiled an awkward smile and took a few paces back. They kind of just played it off and never talked about it again.

The fifth time something happened between Dean and Castiel was after another one of those long hunts when neither got enough sleep for a few days. They’re in the living room watching some tv when Cas grabs Dean’s hand. Dean kind of just freezes and doesn’t react, but feels this thing welling up in his stomach. He thinks he kind of likes it, but he doesn’t know how to respond to it, so he doesn’t.

The sixth time something happened between Dean and Castiel was when Dean came home to find Cas wearing his clothes. He’s just standing by a bookcase with a book in his hands, wearing an old Led Zeppelin t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants loosely on his hips. The sight of Cas in his clothes was quite a good one and Dean took a mental note to let Cas borrow his clothes more often.

The seventh time something happened between Dean and Castiel was when Cas wanted to know what he feels. Ever since he’s been on earth and been with Sam and Dean, he knows these human feelings, but he often doesn't know what they mean and what to do with them. Whenever he’s alone with Dean, he feels this hunger, or lust, or something that indicates he wants to be with Dean. At first, he just thinks this is what friendship feels like, but when he’s alone with Sam, he never ever has this feeling. Cas doesn’t really know if he should tell Dean or not, because he doesn't really think that would be a good idea. However, one night when Sam is on a hunt alone, he and Dean decide to order take out and watch a movie. After the movie, both just stand in the kitchen, washing dishes. They finish up and talk a bit when Cas just kisses Dean on the lips. “What the hell, Cas” was all Dean said. Cas froze on the spot and Dean just walks away. Cas doesn't return after this and they don’t see each other for at least a month.

After some time, Dean feels guilty about how he reacted, but doesn't want to pray to Cas. He wishes he would come and visit though, but he doesn't ask him to. So, a month passes and he gets worried that something might have happened, so he does it, he prays to Cas. “Cas, you there? Look, man, I know I shouldn't have reacted like that, but what did you want me to do? It’s weird, man. Anyways, if you want to talk about it, I'm here and I'm willing to figure this thing out.” And then he hears a set of wings. He turns around and sees Cas standing there, staring at him. “Cas, do you like me? As in more than just a friend?” he asks. Cas doesn't quite meet his eyes when he responds. “No, Dean, I don't. It was a mistake, I'm still trying to figure out these human emotions and what they mean.” Suddenly Dean feels disappointment in his stomach, but he doesn't understand what it means until after Cas disappeared again.

A few weeks pass and Cas comes to visit regularly, but he doesn't stay long. Every time Dean sees him, he feels like he should say something, or do something, but Cas is really careful to not be alone with him anymore. One night, Sam is getting some groceries when Cas stops by. When he notices Sam isn't there, he says he’ll come back later, but Dean grabs his hand and tells him to stay. “We have to talk, Cas. I can't keep doing this. I just... I can't not talk to you, it kills me. So, just stay and talk to me?” Eventually, Cas agrees and stays. “Why did you kiss me, Cas?” Dean asks. “I didn't mean to. It just happened. Lately, these human emotions have been affecting me far worse than usual. I just think it came out all at once.” he responds. Dean didn't really understand what he meant, but didn’t ask to explain. “So, you just kiss me like that and then disappear? How about an explanation right then?” he asks, trying to remain calm. He suddenly feels mad, but he doesn't really know why. Alright, so at first Cas was staying here permanently, but he didn't have to. And, okay, he was used to seeing Cas everyday and talking to him everyday, but even that he didn't have to do. But still, him leaving like that and not coming back right away made him mad. “Well, you didn't seem to want to talk to me. Seeing as you stormed off.” Not really knowing how to respond to that, Dean took a step forward. “I'm here to talk now, Cas. So, just talk to me. Did it mean anything?” he asks. Cas was kind of confused as to why he would ask that. But then it hit him; maybe he likes me? “Look, Dean, it was a mistake. I can promise you, it will never happen again.” Cas said. And after seeing the disappointment on Dean’s face, he added “If you don’t want it to.” Dean looks up to a smirk on Cas’ face and says “Are you playing me, Cas?” And then again, he takes a step forward, smiling at his feet and then at Cas. Both look at each other and then it happened; Cas takes Dean’s face in his hands and kisses him again. Dean freezes for a moment, but then returns the kiss. They kiss intensely and passionately for a few minutes before breaking apart. They look at each other and smile, for a moment they don’t know what to do. “Dean...” Cas starts, but then Dean takes him by the hips and pulls him into a long, romantic kiss. After a few moments of looking at each other, Sam comes in and they break apart.

Later that night, Dean says he’s turning in for bed and while he stands up, he looks at Cas, smiles, and walks away. Half an hour later, Sam follows and Cas is left alone in the kitchen. After a few moments, he gets up and starts walking to Dean’s room, but then his mind starts wondering. What am I going to do? What am I going to say? Do I actually like him? Does he like me, or does he just not want to hurt me? Before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s already at the door of Dean’s room. He hears some AC/DC song playing from inside, and he knocks. Dean opens the door in nothing but a loose pair of boxers covering his body. Cas swallows hard and says hi. Dean smiles and pulls him in. They start kissing when Cas notices something happening; his pants are suddenly a bit too tight. As Dean noticed this too, he starts pulling off Cas’ trenchcoat and shirt. “You know, I actually never understood why you don't take this thing off. It’s not even that comfortable.” Dean says. “Well, these are the only clothes I own, so...” he replies. As Dean unbuttons Cas’ shirt he starts kissing his jawline, down to his neck and collarbones. Cas closes his eyes for a moment, trying to hold back a moan he doesn't feel appropriate to let out. “Don't hold back, Cas. Don't ever hold back on me.” Dean says.

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[deancaskiss]

at first, sam thought it was just a coincidence. cas walking out of dean’s room, fiddling with his tie as he left. the angel almost bumped into sam as he made his way towards the library, and there was a hint of a flush on cas’ face as he said hello before he quickly disappeared.

sam watched cas as he walked away, filing the information away for later.

but it happened again and again and again. sam often caught cas sneaking out of dean’s room, adjusting his tie or fixing his trenchcoat. and it didn’t take long for sam to put two and two together.

dean and cas were sleeping together.

they had to be. although why the need for the secrecy, sam didn’t know. it wasn’t like he was oblivious to the looks the two of them had been giving each other for years now. in fact, sam was damn glad they’d finally done something about it, because the incessant pining had become unbearable.

so when a case came up that needed a gay couple to go undercover, sam immediately pushed the computer towards dean. “you and cas can handle this, right?”

dean looked down at the computer, slightly horrified, before he darted his eyes up to sam in a panic. “why would cas and I handle this? what would possibly make us fit for this job? you and cas could easily handle this one, too.”

just then, cas walked into the room, hands full with a mug of tea for himself and a cup of coffee for dean; which he placed conveniently into dean’s hand before settling down next to him. “I heard my name. what’s going on?”

sam cocked his head, gesturing at the laptop with his thumb. “I thought you and dean could handle this one,” sam said.

cas looked at the screen and froze, his eyes darting nervously towards dean before a flush creeped along his cheeks. “why? I’m sure dean doesn’t want to do a case like that with me.”

“what?” sam asked, darting his eyes back and forth between dean and cas in confusion.

dean picked up his cup of coffee; mostly as a distraction.

“why wouldn’t you? since the two of you are already sleeping together,” sam stated.

there was a sharp cough before dean choked on his coffee. taking a few rattling breaths, dean managed to gasp out, “we’re what?”

“sleeping together. cmon, it’s obvious. I’ve known for weeks,” sam said, giving dean a look that clearly said that dean was the crazy one here.

“cas and i… we’re not… we haven’t… we’ve never…”

“we’re not together,” cas mumbled, darting his eyes down to his mug of tea.

“you’re not?” sam asked.

dean shook his head rapidly, even though his eyes darted over to cas and lingered.

“then why is cas always sneaking out of your room and fixing his clothes?” sam said in surprise.

cas looked up, meeting dean’s eyes. “we watch movies together in dean’s room, usually on his bed. I guess I hadn’t realized I was fixing my clothes after I left…”

dean coughed, tearing his eyes away from cas. “it’s just movie night. not like cas wants more anyway,” dean said, mumbling the last part into his coffee.

cas swiveled around, looking at dean with a sharp look of surprise… and hope. “you want more?” he whispered.

dean slowly moved his eyes away from the coffee and towards cas, giving him a small shrug. “maybe I do.”

“maybe I do, too,” cas replied, leaning closer into dean’s space.

“oh for the love of god. so you two aren’t sleeping together?” sam asked, looking back and forth between his dumbass brother and their ridiculous best friend.

“we aren’t…” cas started to say, even as his eyes flickered down to linger on dean’s mouth.

“but we are now,” dean finished the sentence, closing the gap to kiss cas.

sam sighed, pushing away from the table as dean’s hands found their way to cas’ tie. if sam thought cas had looked rumpled before, he certainly didn’t want to wait and see how disheveled cas would look now that he and dean were actually together.

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