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fallenangelspnfanfic · 6 years

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Wayward Huntress

Summary : You were decided to have a conversation with the angel, which turned into a smoldering fight. As you cooldown, we learn about your past.

Pairing : Castiel x Reader

Warnings : Language, violence, mention of blood, angst.

Chapter 3

You're ruminating as you look to each silver room numbers on the many wooden doors. You don't know why that angel despises you so much but you intend to find out. Zigzagging through the concrete corridors of the bunker, you opened the door of a random bedroom. Not even taking the time to inspect the place, you dropped your duffelbag at the foot of the bed and left the room ready to face Castiel once and for all.

*Sam said his room's 21. Let's see if his angelic ass' there.*

As you walk, you realized that you might be a bit more tense that you thought you were. Your throat tightened and your blood pumped hard in your ears. As you walked down the alley, you wondered if it was a good idea to confront him. Anyway what can you possibly say to an angel to change his opinion of you? But at the same time, he raised your curiosity. And he's the only one that saw this whatever supernatural side of yours.

- Room 18

Why does it affect you so much?

- Room 19

In fact, who cares if a fallen angel dislikes you?

- Room 20

At this point, you can see that the next door is ajar, faint lights were coming out from it, as if someone was watching TV. You rallied up your courage and took the last steps towards the door.

You advanced your fist to knock on the door politely, but you stopped your movement in a sharp blow. Instead, you banged the door opened and made your way in. Your eyes automatically fell on him. He was comfortably sitting on the bed with outspreaded legs, only dressed in his blue navy suit, his coat neatly folded on a chair. He didn't even looked suprised by your sudden arrival, hell he didn't even turn his head up to you, as if he was expecting you to burge in like that. Seeing him so little disturbed by your presence annoyed you. You crossed your arms over your chest and scraped your throat.

-Can we talk?

He finally brought his attention up to you.

-As a matter of fact, yes. Since we both have vocal cords, it is possible to speak.

He then, returned his attention towards the tv. You looked at him incredulously and snorted.

-Wow, didn't know angels could be such assholes. Wait yes, I did know that. It's just, coming from the renegade angel who fought side to side with the Winchesters it's regrettable. I thought you were a decent one. You proved me I thought wrong.

The angel's gaze fell on you once again. He stared at you with narrowed eyes, .

-You don't know the first thing about me. He said in a threatening tone and he continued:

-And you might wanna show me more respect since I saved your life back there.

You laughed, and for the first time yet, he looked taken aback, his traits switched from tough to disbelief.

-Please. If you didn't fucked up my hunt in the first place, I wouldn't have needed your saving. ''Show me some respect''. you chained trying your best to imitate his deep voice. I agreed to come here so that you could find out whatever the fuck, you, felt back there. you pointed him with an accusing finger. Even though I'm sure you're wrong on all the line. Not even able to explain what else I could be, Nephilim aside. Yeah you know what? Ignore me till you figured this out.

Without giving him the chance to answer back, you turned around, ready to leave the room. As you walk towards the door, he grabbed your right wrist in a swift, pulled with strenght and made you spinned back so you faced him. The movement was so sudden that you stumbled forward, your wrist still in his hand, you managed to stabilize yourself by pressing your other arm on his chest. Your eyes met his gorgeous cerulean ones and he slightly inclined his eyebrows which gave him a look of dominance. The sudden closeness between him and you made your breath shorten and for a second your gaze fell on his chapped lips, partially opened. You felt your heart hammering hard against your chest, a feeling that no one have had on you in a long time now.

-Do not underestimate me, human. Castiel whispered to your right ear with a eager tone, while placing a stray hair behind it. The caress of his breath on the skin of your neck made you shivered, bristling the hairs in passing. A carnal ache was rising from within you even though you wouldn't admit it, his forceful grip and his feverish demeanor kinda turned you on. His head still closed to your face, he slowly moved backwards and once he gazed fell on you, you could've sworn his eyes were full of lust, his pupils widely dilated. As if he noticed that he had been carried away in this fervid moment, he thightened his grip on your wrist which brought your mind back in place. The daydreaming was over. You pulled your arm forcefully to regain control of it again but Castiel did not let go. You clenched your teeth.

-Let me go or I swear-

-Oh yes, please tell me. What are you gonna do? the angel asked, smirking.

You were ready to snap when you heard a familiar voice coming from the hallway.

-What's going on? Sam asked in shock from what he just witnessed.

Sam's sudden intrusion made Castiel eased the pressure he had on your wrist and you seized the opportunity to free yourself completely. You left the room, jostling Sam on the way out and shouted without turning your back:

-Your feathered friend is fucking nuts, that's what. Ask for a new one. I'm outta here.

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- Would you care to explain what the hell happened Cas? Dean looked at the angel reprovingly, his hands resting on his hips. They were both in the library while Sam checked for you in the garage. Seeing that his angel friend wasn't answering his question Dean rolled his eyes and continued:

-You're the one who said we should keep an eye on her. His own statement made him scoffed.

-Hell, was already a miracle the girl agreed to come with us, complete strangers. Now she probably won't want anything to do with us. Way to go Cas.

Sam bursted in the library with an anxious face, dreading his brother's reaction from what he was about to say.

-She took one of the motorcycle from the garage. She's long gone.

- Wai-wai-wait. You're telling me she took off with a bike? Dean questionned, more impressed than stunned.

-Yeah... Sam sighed as he pulled himself a chair and glanced at the seraph. The three of them remained silent for a couple minutes before Dean suddendly got up and readied himself to leave.

-I'll go check the local motels and the bars around. She probably ain't far, we had a long day and it's the middle of the night.

-I'll come with. Sam quickly added. He got up and turn to look at Cas, wondering if he would join them.

-Sammy, don't bother. He won't budge. Let's go.

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-Woah lady, don't ya think you had enough? the old bearded bartender asked you, after you ordered your fourth glass of Jim Beam. You squinted your eyes, pointed a finger to your now empty glass and hissed:

-Fill it up old man.

To be quite honest, the tension had disappeared after your first glass of bourbon. Now you drank to convince yourself not to go back there. It was killing you from the inside. What did he mean by weapon? What power could you be possessing? You've always felt different from the other girls of your orphenage, that's why you ran away from there when you were just 15. You thought that, dedicating yourself for hunting would solve the problem, but yet there's still this same void inside of you. And that little voice in your head kept saying you, that by going with the Winchester, you would finally discover what could be filling this void.

It was near the last call, the motel's bar was half-empty, and a group of wasted men started calling you out from where they were sitting.

Babyyyyy, come here. We won't biteeee.

Yeah don't stay there all aloone, honeyyy.

You ignored them. That's what you usually do. Though, tonight your patience might not be as tough as usual since you were already pretty irritated. You sighed, chasing off their loud drunk laughs. You brought your glass to your lips and took a sip. You no longer felt the liquid burning on its way, which meant that you were maybe more advanced that you thought you were. A different aura, what could be wrong with your damn aura? Perhaps he had felt all the rage you buried inside you, this constant desire to fight. All your life, you have never found something more satisfying than killing monsters.

-Baby baby you neeeeed to join us. A guy who looked like a cheaper version of Justin Timberlake in his NSYNC's time surprised you as he sat next to you, passing an arm around your shoulders. You retched as you smelled the putrid odor of alcohol coming from his breath. This dude had by far, exceeded your limit.

You swiflty clutched his arm with your left hand, lifted it over your head and then quickly with your right hand you grabbed his forearm which was resting on your shoulder and mashed it with strenght against the counter, the unwavering recoil resulting in him knocking his head off.

-MY NOSE

-Have you had enough? you growled, pressing even more on his shoudler, so his head stayed steady in the pool of blood that was slowly forming under him.

You held him there, with his arm stuck in your grip and his face flattened against the bar, way too fed up to notice that his nose might be broken, seeing the amount of blood soaking the counter. You heard his friends approaching and you finally let him go. He held his broken nose with both of his hands, a horrified looked on his face, swearing that you were the craziest girl he had ever met.

-You're fucking crazy, she's fucking crazy! He yelled to his friends. You can't help but laugh at the ridiculous faces they had while they inspected the state of his nose. Although the bartender didn't look so amused.

-You, out. NOW. he demanded as he pointed the door rigorously.

-What? ME? But, he started it! Plus, I rented a room here. You complained, trying your best to look cute. Unfortunately, looking cute wasn't gonna cut it after the mess you made in his bar. You were standing still, not totally sure of where you could go now, as you got kicked out from the only vacancy motel in town.

-GET OUT. The old man shouted, getting a bit too aggressive and continued:

-I've seen enough, Hell I've paid enough for the damage, you, hunters caused in my bar!

You slowly raised your hands in apology and backed towards the door. The doorbell rang, indicating that someone just entered. The bearded man's expression changed as he looked up to see his new customer, his eyes now filled with fear.

-NO. NO. NO. I SAID NO MORE HUNTER ON MY DAMN PROPRIETY.

*Aww fuck.*

No need to turn around to know who stood behind you. Those damn brothers.

-Would ya calm down Willy? We're in and out, just here to get a friend okay? the familiar voice confirmed you that you were right.

And in this short instant, you've made your choice. It was better to endure a unpleasant angel to find out the truth about your origins, and to maybe one day, find what could finally fill this emptiness inside of you.

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princesscas · 7 years

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glitteryexhaustion · 7 years

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Wait, You Can’t Go In There (Castiel)

Request: This is part of a birthday fic challenge by @splendidcas, prompt is: Wait, you can’t go in there.

Word Count: 1295

Warning(s): slight language

Authors Note: This is an alternate universe I’ve imagined, so here’s the rundown: leviathans are the main problem, Bobby and Kevin and Charlie are here and alive, and they are living in the bunker. Thanks!

I wake up to the sound of "Eye Of The Tiger" blasting throughout the bunker. I groan and shove a pillow over my head.

"Rise and shine, sweetheart!" Dean yells, coming into my room. He flips on the light, and I groan louder. I hear him laugh.

"You may want to stop making sex noises, Cas is gonna get jealous," he says. I shoot up to look at him. The smirk on his face is as annoying as ever. Bitch. I throw my pillow at his face. He catches it, much to my dismay, and tosses it on the bed.

"You know, you could just tell him you lo-o-o-ve him," he sings, sounding like a schoolgirl. I give him my best bitch face as I get up off the bed. Dean walks out as I grab a shirt, but not before shouting something back:

"Happy birthday, by the way!" How did I forget my own birthday? I think as I get dressed. I walk down the hall to see Bobby standing there, waiting for me. He smiles, and gives me a hug.

"Happy birthday, kiddo," he says. I smile back at him, and we walk into the kitchen.

"Thanks," I reply as he hands me a cup of coffee. I sip some, then head to the library. Sam is in there, typing away at his laptop. Probably looking for anything weird. I pick up my laptop and sit down next to him. Bobby brings in a plate of food for me, and I eat hungrily. He looks over at me.

"Happy birthday Y/N," he chuckles. I respond with a thank you, then finish my food. Kevin and Charlie both come in, wishing me a happy birthday as well. I thank them, then get to work. I search for any omens to start with, then move to leviathan activity. I've just started to look for angel activity when Castiel pops in. Speak of the devil, I think, and his brother actually is the devil. I can see that he's talking to Dean and Bobby, and I can't help but wonder what it is they're discussing. Before I can think of anything, Cas walks over to where Sam and I are sitting.

"Y/N, I need you to come with me," he says. My heart jumps up into my throat, and it takes me a second to respond. This sentence could have a thousand meanings.

"Um, where?" I ask. He looks as if he doesn't know what to say. Dean clears his throat, and steps forward.

"To the library," he continues for Cas, "the one in town. We need to see if they have any more info on those godforsaken leviathans."

"Oh, got it," I respond. I shut my laptop and get up. Cas hands me my jacket, and I feel my cheeks heat up in response. As we are about to leave, I try to grab the keys to Baby.

"Don't even think about it," Dean whispers, suddenly at my side, swiping the keys away. I groan, and he smirks at me knowingly. Punching him in the shoulder, I walk outside the bunker with Cas. He offers his arm so he can fly us to the library, and I gladly take it. Jesus Christ. Suddenly, we are standing outside of the library. Quickly, we head in and get to work. I start pulling books from shelves and bring them to the table to skim through, while he secures a computer. Together, we begin to read. Hours pass by before I decide this is ridiculous.

"Why do we need to do this?" I ask, frustrated. "We should have everything we need at the bunker, and enough knowledge from the last time this happened!"

"I, uh, um," Castiel stutters. I can tell he doesn't know what to say. I grab his arm without thinking.

"Let's go waste some time somewhere else," I say, smiling. He smiles back at me, and suddenly we're in a coffee shop. I buy a drink and we go sit down at a table away from most of the other customers. We start to talk about the leviathans, but the conversation quickly turns to other things. I talk about the new pistol I want, and he talks about wanting to learn to shoot. I offer to teach him, and he looks down at the floor smiling. Is he blushing?

"I'd like that a lot, Y/N," he says, looking back up at me. I nod at him, sipping my coffee. The conversation turns from different types of combat, to hunting stories, to childhood memories. It ends with us laughing so loudly that people begin to stare at us. After a few hours, we head outside.

"That was a lot of fun," Cas says. I look over at him to see him offering his arm. I take it, but grab it a little tighter. He looks down at me, and I smile.

"It was a lot of fun," I reply, "even if we did waste half an hour." I hear him chuckle softly. Then, we're in front of the bunker. I start to head inside, when he stops me.

"Wait, you can't go in there," Cas says hurriedly, looking down at his phone. I look at him in confusion.

"Why not?" I ask. He looks taken aback that I would question him, which irritated me. He puts his phone in his trenchcoat. I put my hands in the pockets of my jacket, waiting for an answer. He stares at me, then looks at his hands. He's fumbling with them, and I can tell he doesn't know what to say. Finally, he looks back up at me. He takes a step toward me.

"There are two reasons you can't go in there," Cas says. My heart starts to beat faster. He takes another step forward, getting closer to me.

"One," he continues, "is because Sam and Dean have told me to keep you out of the bunker. Two, I..." he slows here, "don't want my day with you to end." He takes one last step, and is only a few inches away from me. Oh my God. I look up at him, and slowly lean in. He leans too, and I close my eyes as our lips connect. I clasp my hands together behind his neck, and he wraps his arms around my waist. I drench myself in this moment, the emotions, the feeling of his lips against mine. I've been waiting for this moment for so long, and now it's here. When we pull apart, he looks at me intently. Once again, he isn't speaking, so I take the opportunity.

"Best birthday present ever," I say, giggling a little. He smiles back at me, and responds:

"Best day ever for me." I blush, and realize we still have our arms around each other. Neither of us go to move though. I see him start to lean in again, when I hear the door of the bunker opens.

"Hey, Y/N, Cas, come on ins-oh shit," I hear Dean say. I look around Cas to see him heading inside, Sam and Bobby staying in the doorway. I hide behind Castiel, a little embarrassed about being caught. I hear Bobby laugh, then Sam speaks up.

"Come inside whenever, the surprise party is set up. Looks like we're the ones surprised though." Bobby laughs harder, and Cas and I join in. I move to go inside, but I grab his hand as I do. Cas squeezes my hand and we walk inside. We go in to see a party set up. I smile and head in, ready to celebrate with my friends, and my now boyfriend. All I can think is, this is the best birthday ever.

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castielbigbang-blog · 7 years

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#1: Bloom

Author: @splendidcas Artist: @dreamsfromthebunker Rating: Mature Pairing: Castiel x Reader Word Count: 3.4K Warnings: minor angst, blood, injury, fluff Summary: Soulmate AU where everyone is born with a small bud on their chest that only blooms when they first touch their soulmate. Y/N, no matter how much she loves him, believes that Castiel isn’t her soulmate. They’ve touched many times, and nothing’s ever come from it. But what if she were wrong? Link to Fic: Tumblr Link to Art: Tumblr

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castielisourhero · 7 years

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100+ Reasons To Love Castiel (+Misha) Project - Announcement

so thank you so so much for participating and helping, it really means so much to me, not as a person or as a vidder, but as a cas stan to help spread some needed appreciation for him, especially in a show that tries so much to ignore their importance, and Narrative/a part of the fandom only focuses on “cas is dumb” “cas screws up more than helps” ect...

that aside, i really wish if from now on there’s no limit, send in as many reasons as you can, i’d love to see how many reasons we can reach 150? 200? and to spice it up a litte bit

Now the the project is both Castiel and Misha

which means all reasons to love misha collins, will be included as well, whether it’s his involvement in social issues or his charity or acting just send it in, like a scene he played well, or cas version he did well and why? you know i’m not picky

and Very very important

PLEASE READ THE LIST OF REASONS BEFORE YOU SEND YOUR ASKS TO AVOID REPETITIONS

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fallenangelspnfanfic · 6 years

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Wayward Huntress

Chapter 4

Summary: Dean, Sam and you are on the road towards Sioux Falls. We learn more about your relationship with the boys.

WARNINGS: Language, fluff (?)

Pairings : Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader

It has been a week now since you've finally settled in the Men of Letters' bunker. You got to know the brothers well. Everynight between intensive reseach sessions, you had to beg them to tell you about their wildest hunts.The Winchesters were like legends in your world. Every evening in the library, while enjoying a couple beers, Sam and Dean would tell you their craziest adventures. From Bobby to Charlie, they told you about everyone who crossed their path. And more recently, they explained you what were the Men of Letters, what they did and what they were planning to do. You knew so because a day after you came back, Mary left the bunker to join a guy named Ketch in Texas and obviously both brothers did not like it at all. After an hour of bothering Dean as he worked on the Impala, he finally gave up and told you everything he knew. Even told you that Sam trusted them more than him, and that if anything would ever happen to their mother he would personally kill Ketch with his bare hands. Classy dude, really.

For as it is now, everything was going fine. The sassy angel wasn't in your paws, since he was not there at all. They told you he went looking for angels who could held information about humans who could possess an aura like yours. But deep down, you knew Castiel was trying to avoid you as much as possible. Waiting for information wasn't a problem for you though, the hunts with the brothers were really more thrilling than when you used to hunt alone.

EVERYONE WATCHIIIN'

TO SEE WHAT YOU WOULD DOOOOO

EVERYONE LOOKIIIIN' AT YOUUU, OHHHH

Both Dean and you were singing at the top of your lungs as you drove towards Sioux Falls to lend a hand to one of their friends who had trouble dealing with a pack of werewolves. What was really amazing about your relationship with the elder Winchester was that, your crazy matched with his crazy, big time. You both enjoyed the same type of music, same type of food and even the same brand of alcohol. He truly was the big brother you never had.

EVERYBODY'S WORKIN' FOR THE WEEKEEEND

EVERYBODY WANTS A LITTLE ROMANCE

EVERYVODY'S GOIN OFF THE DEEP END,

EVERYBODY NEEDS A SECOND CHANCE, OHHHHH

You heard the sound of the leather twisting as Sam enormous body shifted in his seat. He was losing his patience. His brother and you wouldn't stop singing old rock classics whenever you had to make a roadtrip. Per usual, Sam had his laptop opened on his lap, trying to gather as much info and leads about the hunt you were on. You liked Sam a lot too, it just wasn't like with Dean, his seriousness would always prevent you from messing with him. You slipped into the backseat of the Impala to the front passenger side. You put your arms around the seat as you hugged Sam and put your head forward to talk to him.

-Don't be like that Sammy, enjoy the free concert! you laughed.

As he gazed at you, he tried his best to take a severe expression, but without any success. Your warm smile and your good mood were contagious and the brothers both needed a good vibe these days.

-Get back in your seat before getting pojected outside by the windshield. He said with a laugh, his hazel eyes locked on yours.

-Okay, okay. Don't get your panties in a twist Samantha. you exclaimed as you sat back in your seat.

Dean stood still for a couple seconds, jaw wide opened, round eyes, totally astonished by what you just said to his brother. He side eyed his brother to watch his reaction. Sam had his eyes closed, inhaling a good breath of air, obviously maddening over the fact you called him Samantha... you too.

-What? You don't like your nickname? Dean told me it would really piss you off.

Sam suddendly opened his eyes and stared at his brother with an accusing look. His brother responded with a shrug, as if he didn't know where you got that from. What happened next really surprised the both of you.

-That's it. Sam mumbled.

Sam unfastened his seatbelt and unexpectedly jumped into the backseat of the car, pushing you down on your back with his strong arms. He then grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head to prevent you from struggling and he started to tickle you endlessly with his free hand. You couldn't stop wagging in his arms as his fingers lightly touched every sensible spots. You were begging him to stop as you laughed, he really caught you off guard.

-Say you won't use that nickname ever again and I'll stop. He managed to say as you wrestled under him trying to free yourself from his grip.

-Bahahahahaaaa- I- hahahaha stop it! You had trouble talking because of the spasmodic movements your body was making from all the tickles.

-Guys c'mon! What are you? 12? Dean sharply shouted obviously getting tired of getting hit in the back of his seat.

-Say you won't ever call me Samantha again Y/N. Sam continued while laughing, ignoring his brother.

-I swe-bahahaha okay okay I SWEAAAR! you finally exclaimed between waves of laughters.

Sam finally stopped fidgeting his fingers against your skin, still straddeling your thighs. You were both panting from the laughters as you laid there, still caught between his arms. As you finally regained control of your breath, you caught him staring at you with a keen look, his hazel eyes filled with fascination. You looked back into his piercing eyes, all of your senses now awakening, feeling his hot-flaming body hovering against yours. You stood there for what seems like an eternity, neither of you broke the eye contact and the rousing tension made you feel light-headed. An intense desire started pulsating between your thighs while Sam stared hungrily at you as if he wanted to devour you. As you were about to lock one of your leg around one of his to silently allow him to get closer when the car took a sharp turn and made Sam rolled off you, hitting his head against the driver' seat.

-Dean! What the Hell? Sam growled at his brother while rubbing his head.

-That's what you get kids when you don't listen to the elder! Dean exclaimed laughing from the two of you.

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-Alright, I'll go to the police station first thing in the morning to gather more information from Jodie. Sam declared while he pulled a chair from the miniature dining table of the motel room.

Dean threw you the keys of the adjacent room, winking at you. You don't know how, but you managed to catch them despite the fact that you just woke up. The backseat of the Impala was like a second bedroom for you since you started hunting with them. You stared back between the keys in your hand and Dean, an incredule look stuck in your face.

-What? I get to have my own room? you asked Dean excited from not having to share a bathroom with these two.

-Yep, a woman deserves some privacy one day or another.

You stood there, dumbfounded from Dean's statement. Even Sam craned his neck from where he was sitting to look at his brother trying to see if he was really being serious.

-Aight, you better scram before I take back those keys sweetheart.

Without saying anything more, you hastened to pick up your duffelbag from the floor and quickly left the room excitedly. Dean scoffed from your reaction as he bent to get a beer from the grocery bag you forgot on the floor. As he turned around, Sam stared at him puzzling.

-You know I could've take the couch right?

-Yeah... See Sammy, we gotta chat.

-Huh okay... What's up? Sam asked his brother, frowning.

Dean uncapped his beer and took a sip before he went to sit on the bed closest to Sam. He looked silently at his beer while searching for the right way to start the conversation.

-Alright so what's the deal? he finally spoke up.

Sam who still didn't get where Dean was getting into lifted his eyebrows.

-What deal?

-Y'know... back in the car.. with Y/N.

Sam gulped as he finally understood what his brother meant. He tried to escape Dean's accusing look by suddenly getting up to get himself a beer as well. Without looking back at him he scoffed and retorted:

-What? You're the only one who can act like a child now and then?

-C'mon man, you know what I meant. Dean exclaimed exasperated. Plus, ya know... The girl isn't an eyesore it wouldn't be really surprising if you wanted to-

-Alright, yes. Sam cut Dean off. Y/N's attractive, smart, funny and she's a great hunter. And, yes maybe, I may have some kind of feelings for her. But that doesn't change the fact that we're curse magnets Dean. You know how many monsters want us dead? I won't put her more in danger than she already is.

-Mhm... But lemme ask you this: If we were retiring, no more hunts, no more dead bodies, no more crap. Would you give it a try with her?

The younger Winchester sighed as he sat down next to Dean on the bed. Sam gave a look at Dean, a wordless vocabulary that only the brothers could decipher. They both sat there quietly while finishing their beer and contempling their sad fate.

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princesscas · 7 years

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castee-yel · 3 years

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Its 2021, Happy New Years everyone!

I would like to take a moment to thank everyone on here for being so immensely supportive of my blog restart and of course all the support towards my art/content, it truly means a lot. I appreciate all the content you guys have put out there throughout this year making this ending a little easier for us.

This is the first year without supernatural, no upcoming episodes, no upcoming promos, nothing, but I do not believe this fandom will die due to it, we've built such a kind and funny community throughout the years and the show "ending" wont be the end for us. In fact for a lot of us it wont be ending until another 6 years on the Supernatural Thursdays server, where we've been airing an episode a week (next ep is s01ep7, theres also a catchup day for new folks)

What I'm saying is, we got through one of the worst years most of us have lived through and made it easier with fanfiction, art, shitposts, our favourite characters and i'm glad we did.

heres to some of my favourite mutuals on this hellsite (appreciative):

@rambleoncas ely you're one of the dumbest (affectionate) kindest n sweetest people i know on here, thanks for consistently making me cackle at my own dumbassery.

@antifacas thanks for making me laugh with practically every one of your posts, legend.

@heller-jensen props to you for putting your creativity on my dash constantly and blessing my feed, i look forward to seeing more of your art this year, and ofc the occasional cackle at something you say.

@castyel thank you eSPECIALLY for creating gifsets so beautiful i stare at them for days on end and go back to them when feeling sad bc they are comforting to look at.

@bowie-boy super thanks to you for makinb me laugh every time you post, and also putting good content on my feed, that i appreciate loads.

@lawboy-stanford-edu MEGA THANK YOU because you have always been so immensely kind and supportive towards me and i could not thank you enough for it <3

@mirrorsball favourite heller swiftie out there, always one of my favourite people to talk to ily.

@acklesy kels, every single take you've made about spn has unlocked an idea for a film visual in my head which makes you probably one of the people that inspire me the most?? unreal.

@samuelswinchester thanks for being so supportive of my stuff and also always being kind to me, never stop creating the content you make 🥺

@friedchickenangelwings ANOTHER ONE of my favourite blogs to look at when bored/sad, idk what it is but your sense of comedy is perfectly complimentary to mine so i love every post you've ever made.....👀

@joharvele definitely one of my favourite 3 writers here, all i ever do is turn to your work instead of do my actual work. heres to you hopefully giving me more opportunities to procrastinate by indulging in your splendid written work.

more people/mutuals i'd like to thank for their content and also the content theyve intoduced me to:

@mishha @casnaturals @casisalamp @cas-the-alien @acabdean @abracakillme @wonder @gaydurden @tearsofgrace @yoursmokesignals @idiotsintheimpala @otto-wood-protection-squad @oyuumachi @plantdadcas @profoundsbond @splendidcas @supergaycas @dean-the-trickster @dovestiel @doctorprofessorsong @fluffiestlou @finallydeancas @jacks-word-of-the-day (i love ur blog idea sm) @jensen-frackles @b-spn @jenderoftheday (i adore your EVERY post, that is all)

[please do not kill me if i missed your name, ive been dealing with chronic fatigue for a while now and got a bit tired writing this and scared ive forgotten someone💀]

#spn #supernatural #dee loves yous that is all

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You’re Now Mine (P.16, FINAL)

Title: You’re Now Mine (Part 16) Summary: Fulfilling a request for @lets-personofinterestontumbir! – “Could you do a drabble for the Persephone AU I don’t know If you’ve seen once upon a time but the episode 1x07 reminded me a lot of this story when the evil queen ripped out the huntsmen’s heart if you could do something like that it would be awesome. Thank you.” Words: 1,553 Warnings: DARK AF, Emotional/Mental abuse, smut Author’s Notes: I think the hardest thing for me continuing this fic was it ending up the way I thought it should even if I thought it might make people mad. lmao but cheers.

Chap 15 || Masterpost (mobile) || Fanfic masterpost

Lucifer held up a finger, leaned his sword against the wall, and said, “Give me a minute.” Before disappearing.

Sam and Dean stared at the spot before exchanging a look, throwing out their hands in annoyance.

Crowley and Rowena had joined them upon their request, both reluctant but knowing the gravity of the situation. They had been discussing their plan before Lucifer up and disappeared when discussing weapons.

“What the hell?” Dean asked no one in particular.

Suddenly Lucifer reappeared, looking proud of himself. Chuck was the first to notice what he had gone to fetch. More so because he was able to sense it.

“Where did you get that?” Chuck asked as soon as he saw the bag in Lucifer’s hands.

“An old friend,” Lucifer returned. He paused and then considered before correcting, “Well, I would not say ‘friend’. She was not fond of me at all. But I struck a deal, yada yada.”

Chuck was in front of him then, not hearing what he was explaining now. All of his attention was on the bag. He made to reach for it and Lucifer jerked back instinctively, causing Chuck to pause, his gaze moving up to meet Lucifer’s.

Chuckling uncomfortably, Lucifer explained, “We’ve been through this before. Twice actually. It’s a one and done kind of deal; the power is truly short lived. We don’t want to be jumping the gun here. Now, I was thinking—”

“You should use it,” Chuck interjected, catching Lucifer off guard.

Lucifer’s eyes widened at the suggestion. “Uh.. well… I mean, that is what I was going to say, but—”

“No, it should be you. She wouldn’t expect that. Plus, powering you up especially with your sword is the smart thing to do.”

“Hmm,” was all Lucifer said in response.

Chuck’s hand landed on Lucifer’s shoulder and he told him sincerely, “I trust you with it. We can do this.”

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“Cas?”

The voice was very far away. Castiel was groggy, and he hurt something fierce all over his vessel. He stumbled in the dark trying to find his grounding.

“Cas?”

The voice sounded again, sounding much more familiar than it had before. It was like a cloud was lifting. He followed the voice.

His eyes fluttered open and his vision cleared, showing Dean was leaning down beside him, concerned etched in his features.

“What… what’s happening?” Castiel grated, adjusting and wincing at the movement.

Dean looked relieved. “It is you. What happened?”

Castiel swallowed sharply, looking inward. It was just him; he was alone again. “Lucifer is gone. I don’t know… Amara yanked him out of my vessel. I don’t know where he went.” He looked up at Dean expectantly. “Amara?”

“She’s locked up. Those sonofabitches did it,” Dean said, exhaling deeply. Castiel breathed easier hearing this. Dean helped Castiel stand up, clapping him on the shoulder. “I’m glad you’re back.”

Suddenly Chuck was in front of Castiel, laying a hand on his chest. Castiel’s vessel was spotless and he stood taller. “Feel better?” Chuck asked, half smirking.

Castiel nodded, “Yes. Thanks.” He fell silent, looking around the room at Sam, Dean, Rowena, Chuck, and Crowley. Realization dawned on him then. “Where is Y/N?”

“We don’t know,” Sam said, shooting an accusing look at Chuck which Castiel followed suit with.

Chuck breathed heavily, “She’s safe.”

“But where?” Castiel demanded, stepping closer to him.

Chuck held up a hand to stop him from coming any closer. “Lucifer was right earlier when he told you it was no longer part of your concern,” he said to Sam and Dean.

Castiel was not having it, cussing, “The hell is that supposed to mean, Chuck?”

“It was part of the bargain to get Lucifer to help us.”

“’It’? You mean Y/N?” Dean snapped.

Chuck said nothing.

“So, so what? You just gave Y/N away to him?” Sam asked incredulously.

Chuck exhaled deeply, meeting Sam’s eyes. “Yeah.” He looked at Castiel who looked murderous. “Don’t look at me like that, Castiel. Humans are ephemeral.”

“I don’t care,” Castiel practically growled.

Throwing his hands out, Chuck told him, “Things are lost in war, Castiel. You all know that better than a lot. It was a small price to pay in the grand scheme of things.”

Castiel’s shoulders visibly slumped, his features falling. “Not to me,” he said weakly.

Groaning, Chuck threw his head back. “You guys! This is supposed to be a time of celebration! We won! Look, Castiel, here.” He waved his arm in Castiel’s direction, causing Castiel to flinch, fearing the worst.

Instead, Castiel inhaled sharply, his eyes going wide. The others stared in astonishment, worried for him and what was going on. He did not seem to be in pain… rather fulfilled. Castiel rolled his shoulders a few times, stretching out. A sigh of contentment escaped his lips, his eyes closing. He was focusing hard, breathing deeply.

“Bet that feels good,” Chuck commented.

Castel’s eyes opened and he stared at Chuck determined, his mouth set in a thin line. “I am going to find her,” he said defiantly.

“Well,” Chuck said amused. “You’ve got the means to do so now more freely. And quicker if you manage to.”

To Sam and Dean, Castiel said, “I’ll come back.”

Before they could ask what the hell he was talking about, he disappeared, the air shifting at his disappearance.

Chuck was smiling fondly at the spot Castiel had just been in. “Hmm,” he murmured. “That should be entertaining. For a little while at least. He is not going to find her, of that I am sure. But he sure is unfaltering in his devotion. That should make me jealous.”

He turned, beginning to walk up the stairs, leaving the rest of the group. He paused, turning to look at them over his shoulder. His eyes landed on Sam and Dean and he looked apologetic. “You know, I really am sorry you had to lose a friend. But perhaps I can make it up to the pair of you.” Turning his gaze upward, he said, “You’ll find it back at home. Or should I say… her.”

And then he left them there, standing perplexed and lost.

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The water coming out of the rain faucets was running down your skin in the natural stone shower in your bedroom. You remember the shower had intimidated you at first, being an open one where anyone could walk in and see you. But that had been a silly thought; Lucifer was the only one who would see you. You had not seen anyone else besides God over the years sparingly – and that other angel the other day. He had been the first. The way he had watched you was odd and you were anxious to have Lucifer back.

Chuck had left you hours ago and with each passing hour, you had grown more restless.

The shower was doing some to help relieve stress, the warmth soothing you.

Hands were on you suddenly and you startled, your eyes popping open. Jumping away, you gasped. Upon seeing his face, you relaxed instantly. You rushed to his embrace and he leaned forward to meet you in a kiss. He was nude, planning to join you in the shower certainly.

“Where were you?” you asked, running your hands through his quickly wetting blonde hair.

“Dealing with a problem,” he answered. Your brow creased and he assured you with another kiss, “It’s been solved. No need to worry, princess.”

“Your father stopped by,” you told him. Lucifer acknowledged this with a hum. “He told you?”

“Yes,” he nodded, pulling you closer. “He seems to want to be keeping an eye from time to time. It is not unusual, no?”

“He brought someone here though.”

Lucifer cocked his head at this, and fear sparked in you realizing he did not know that part.

Clearing his throat, Lucifer told you, “I am sure he just did not have time to stop and leave them somewhere. You don’t need to worry about it. Trust me.” He brought your hand up to his lips and gave you a kiss on your fingertips. “You trust me, don’t you?”

Nodding, you told him, “Of course I do.”

Lucifer’s lips parted into a smile, satisfied with your answer. “I suppose I was right when I said I would have you.” His eyes were searching you, as if looking past you, inside of you. His fingertips traced your skin, his lips parting in pleasure. It set a fire deep within you feeling his yearning for you, the object of his affection. His voice was barely above a whisper when he spoke again, “One way or another.”

Confused, you gave a little laugh. “Whatever do you mean?”

He seemed to push the thought away, his eyes focused again on yours. “Nothing, princess. Nothing at all.”

He pulled you to him again, a hand holding your head in place as he dived in for a deep, dominant kiss. Falling into his embrace, you followed his movements, devouring the taste of the other. When you came up for air, his forehead rested on yours, a hum of approval rumbling low in his chest. His hand rested on your chest and you felt warmth emanating from it, deep within your core; a comfort you could trust forever.

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CASTIEL FOREVER TAGS: @willowing-love @perseusandmedusa @greenappleeyes @afanofmanystuffs @earthtokace @shikaros-blog @marisayouass @splendidcas @stixnstripesworld

For this fic: @itsmeempar

#lucifer x reader #casifer x reader #spn fanfic #supernatural fic #my shit

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