#''Castiel's hand finds Dean's forehead. Dean’s hair is soft and his skin is hot and his soul is burning beneath Castiel’s fingertips and

[morningstarnomore]

Rating: Teen

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005)

Relationship: Castiel/Lucifer

Prompt: Drugging / Sick / Poisoning

Day one of AI-less Whumptober! Been a long time since I’ve written fan fiction so I figured I’d make great use of prompt month haha. Short and sweet and simple today!

@ailesswhumptober

Human Lucifer. The concept alone is a novelty - the fallen archangel, the King, the Morningstar, the one who refused to choose to love anything above his Father, including humanity. This condemned creature, condemned once more to suffer the very same condition he had grown to hate in his time locked away. Ever since Castiel discovered him in that alleyway, he’s been utterly fascinated by it. Lucifer without his grace. All powerful archangel, reduced to a simple creature, slave to his own needs.

Many a night has been spent watching over the man whimpering in his sleep, a reverence in his hands with every wound he heals, a sick fascination with the audible pump of his heart. Of course, his heart pumped before, but now he’s heard it sped up in anxiety. He can almost feel the difference, now that it’s fighting to keep him alive. Alive. Alive and breathing.

That breath is coming out particularly shaky, now, as the former angel huddles under the scratchy motel room blankets. Castiel hesitates at the side of his bed, unused to whatever it is that’s afflicting him. His skin is almost dewy in its pale glow, the moonlight slipping through the curtains making him look even more frail. Cas isn’t big on touch, necessarily, and yet he’s driven by some hidden impulse to reach out, hand fitting over his forehead. Slick under his palm, the slide a serious indication that something’s wrong. And he’s hot. Cas will never quite get over the change, from winter frost to soft warmth, and now a burning star. Lucifer’s cheeks are muddied and flushed, and his eyes are sea glass when they flutter open to look up at him.

“Brother,” he murmurs, lips hardly moving. “Am I dying?”

It’s a fair question, and he’ll let his pondering be the implied reason he can’t seem to move or speak. Rooted to the spot. Would a human death feel so different from an angelic one? Would you be able to feel all of those precious organs shutting down? He swallows, nonsensically.

“No… I think you’re just sick.” His eyes scan over his brother’s face, heart absently pounding in his own chest. The detachment from his own body is a necessity as an angel, a vessel rendered to perform as just that. A vessel. An empty, unattached ship. He doesn’t feel this body the way that Lucifer now feels his own. Sam and Dean don’t really get sick, so this is hardly his area of expertise, but he knows in this instant that nothing could remove him from Lucifer’s side.

The weakened man’s head nods slowly, lips twisting. “Do I need… medicine?”

“I can leave and find you some,” Castiel offers immediately, hand pushing into the messy, spiked blond hair. Also damp. A shudder runs through the entirety of Lucifer’s body, and it makes something within Castiel buckle.

“No!” Lucifer’s eyes shoot wide, and he half sits-up before collapsing back pitifully. “Stay. I don’t…” There’s the look of panicked dog in his eyes, all panic and desperation. “I can’t defend myself right now.” His tone is off, but his eyes are pleading.

Lucifer is afraid.

He has gotten a lot more comfortable with the limitations of humanity, after all. Not happy with it, certainly, but every day is no longer a fight. No longer the pitiful, helpless creature. Sure, he still needs Cas, to keep him safe and hidden and alive, but it’s not the same. He has a day to day life, he can tentatively go out in the world. Castiel can’t be here all the time, so Lucifer has gained some self-sufficiency. And now, for the first time since he’s gained it, that foundation is shaken again.

“Alright. I’ll stay. Let me take care of you.” The relief is clear in his brother’s unfocused gaze, fever bright. Cas’s hand circles his face, thumb tracing the skin of his lips. Paler than usual. Dry, cracked. “I’ll get water.” Castiel reluctantly removes his hand, turning to the “kitchenette.”

A cup is filled, and a sandwich is made. One which Lucifer only ends up being able to make it halfway through, but it’s necessary. An armchair is dragged over to the side of the bed, television turned on, and the shuddering man on the bed finally edges toward relaxing again. Actually, Castiel rather thought he’d fallen asleep by the time Lucifer pipes up again.

“Will you come sit on the bed?” His voice is tentative, sleepy, like he’s hanging on by his fingernails to consciousness. It catches on Castiel, and his every thought stutters to a halt. “With me. I just…” Cas looks at him, finally, lips parted. Bated breath. “I need you close.” The words come out whispered, and it’s clear that Lucifer hadn’t been sure he’d even say them.

It’s more than Castiel had asked for. And, oddly, he rapidly comes to the realization that it’s exactly what he wanted. It only takes a second to get him to his feet, sliding into the space Lucifer makes for him. He doesn’t bother getting under the covers, but the invited closeness is something that stirs in his gut, making him ache for something he’s not even sure he has words for. And when Lucifer hesitates, then leans softly into him, he feels… important. And more at home than he has in any memories of Heaven that haven’t been stripped from him. It doesn’t even take long before the slump of sleep leaves Lucifer’s body heavy against him.

He never thought there’d be side effects, like Lucifer clinging to him, hand tangled in his shirt and gripping tighter at any discomfort. The urge to duck down and press his lips to that warm, clammy forehead. His own protectiveness over his brother. So weak. So fragile. An injured baby bird in his strong hands, who wholly believes in him.

It’s better than he could have possibly hoped.

The glass vial had done its trick, a simple remedy that any witch - or angel - could cobble together. And now, with Lucifer snuggled into his side, shaking every once in a while in his sleep, the result is even better than he ever intended. He just wanted Lucifer to not distrust Cas, to stay dependent on him, to… to look up at him and see his savior. Holding him at the brink of death, and pulling him back.

In him.

Castiel, a lowly angel of the Lord, a mere foot soldier in the battle of Heaven and Hell. An angel whose story was meant to end at the hands of one of his own. Insignificant. And now… now, the Morningstar himself needs him.

#my writing #casifer #spn #ailesswhumptober2023

[rythyme]

i'm rereading some of the destiel fic i wrote when i was a teenager and damn. i went fucking OFF. i mean i was definitely insane, but some of this prose still hits hard as hell. like damn!!! i know spn is cringe now but this shit slaps!!!

#''guilt is the progeny of choice'' #''Nothing is more terrifying than the sin you /wanted/ to commit.'' #like ok teenage me!!! ok!!! #*slaps this fic* you can fit so many biblical references in this bad boy #i was raised by atheists an ex catholic and a jew. like. the only time i ever touched a bible was junior year english #but that didn't stop me #ok i'm gonna be really full of myself in the tags for a minute #and add some baller lines from this fic #Prayer is a sign of faith but prayer is also a sign of fear. No church sees prayers as ardent as those sent from hospitals and warzones #He regards the blade briefly - as the vast ineffable gaseous mass of the sun might regard the flicker of candlelight. #''What happened to you in Illinois?'' (You happened. We met in a barn and you tried to put a knife in my chest and I was lost.) #Dean Winchester is asking for help because he is desperate. Castiel is going to help him because he too is desperate. He never had a choice. #He wants to help - God forgive him. Castiel *wants* - which is perhaps his greatest sin #''You made an exception for me'' Dean said. Angels do not make exceptions of course. What scares Castiel is that Dean is right. #Why. It’s a human word not an angelic one. Angels ask “How?” and “When?” and “Where?” but never “Why?”. #''Castiel's hand finds Dean's forehead. Dean’s hair is soft and his skin is hot and his soul is burning beneath Castiel’s fingertips and #if he’s allowed to remember anything this would be it. This is the memory he wants to keep.'' #anyway #gonna go back to writing mediocre pwp now

[birdiefw]

LET ME SHOW YOU | SAM WINCHESTER [SMUT 18+]

Summary: Having been turned on all day, you decide you can’t wait any longer and lead somewhere more private.

Warnings: swearing, teasing, oral (female receiving), impala sex (unprotected but y’all can pretend otherwise)

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written an imagine, and technically this one is meant for my Sam Winchester fic on Wattpad so it wasn’t intended to be an imagine, but I figured it could work as one so here it is lmao. Also, destiel is pretty much implied in this, but you’re free to see Dean and Cas however you want. I also edited this, but I apologize for any errors or if it says her/she/birdie (who is my spn oc) instead of you/your/etc!

You felt like your entire body had been set on fire without warning. Your skin was incredibly warm as you tried to remain still, feeling like your body was getting hotter and hotter despite how cold it actually was inside the bunker. Your hair was pushed back so it would stop clinging to your neck/sides of your face, your mind unable to focus on your laptop that was placed in front of you as something else was taking over all of your senses.

You were very aware of the fact that you weren’t alone in the library, twisting and pursing your lips together as you tried to ignore the rampant thoughts that kept popping into your mind every time your gaze flickered over to Sam. But, every time your eyes fell on your husband, you couldn’t help but admire his stunning features, picturing all of the sides you’d seen of him in your many years of being a couple—some of which only made the ache between your legs increase.

You bit her lip when you looked away from him again, trying to force the thoughts aside; you desperately hoped you’d be alone soon.

“Y/N?”

Your head shot up from your laptop that had started dim from your lack of actually doing anything on it in the last few minutes, eyes slightly widened as you looked across at Castiel who was sat in front of you, his bright blue eyes pinned to your features.

“What?” you asked, glancing aside at Sam and Dean who were both staring at you with confusion much like Castiel.

“We were askin’ if you found anything,” Dean said, noticing how your laptop had dimmed.

“Oh, uh, I—no. Not yet, anyways,” you answered with a heavy sigh, briefly glancing towards Sam before your eyes swiveled to Dean and then Castiel.

“Are you feeling okay?” Castiel wondered, curiously tilting his head at you. “You don’t look like you’re feeling well.”

“Thanks, Cas,” you sarcastically said, giving him a fake smile as you folded your arms over your chest and crossed your legs. “I can always count on you for a pick me up, can’t I?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, a faint frown appearing on his lips.

Sam’s lips turned into a frown, noting that you did look rather pale compared to usual. You looked slightly sweaty, eyes looking more dark than normal. You easily noticed the change in Sam’s expression, quickly shaking your head as you closed your laptop; there was no point in keeping it open, anyways. “I’m fine,” you firmly told him, giving him a look when you saw him shoot you a similar look.

“You sure?” Dean asked, curiously eyeing you from the seat next to you.

“Yes, I’m sure, Dean,” you said, flashing a perky smile on your lips as if it would assure the three men.

Dean shook his head with a small smile appearing on his lips, closing his own laptop. He could tell something was off with you, but knowing Sam wouldn’t let it go, he decided against pushing the subject. “Alright, whatever you say, Y/N,” he said. Then his eyes flickered over to Castiel, nudging his head to the side as he started to stand up from the table. “Come on, you still gotta finish watchin’ Seven.”

Castiel warmly smiled, looking at Sam and you as he stood up from the chair. “Night, guys.”

“Night, Cas,” you and Sam said in unison, smiling back at the angel.

Dean tucked his laptop under his arm, silently nodding towards his brother and you as he waited for Castiel. You and Sam quietly watched them walk away, a grin lingering on your lips until they were gone.

You let out a heavily sigh and leaned your head back, puffing out your cheeks. Sam stood up from his own chair and headed over to you, placing the back of his hand against your forehead. You jumped at the sudden touch, looking at him with wide eyes. “Fuck,” you whispered, letting out a breath of relief as you realized it was only Sam, “You almost sent me into cardiac arrest.”

Sam softly laughed, innocently raising his hands as he sat on the table, peering down at you. You shook her head as you stood up, adjusting Sam’s flannel that you wore over a pair of leggings, pushing the sleeves up to your elbows. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay, babe?” he asked, genuine concern etched on his features as you stood in front of him. “You’re pretty warm.”

You let out a sigh, glancing around to make sure Dean nor Castiel were around at the moment. “I-I’m not sick, I promise,” you said, looking at your husband. “I’m just. . .”

Sam softly gazed at you when she lowered you head, warmly smiling as he lifted his hand to you chin to make you look at him again. “Just what?”

You coyly smiled, a thought suddenly occurring to you. “Let me show you.”

The corners of Sam’s lips tweaked up into a smirk, finally noticing the look that was swirling around in your eyes. ‘I should’ve known,’ he thought to himself, already feeling himself start to grow hot with anticipation. You eagerly took his larger hand in yours, tugging him in the opposite direction of their shared bedroom.

You giddily giggled as you hurried down the narrow halls of the bunker, tugging Sam towards the garage with a devilish smirk appearing on your lips, stealing a glance behind you to make sure that Dean nor Castiel hadn’t left the room for some reason. “You don’t think they have plans to actually go anywhere tonight after their movie, do you?” You asked Sam, carefully walking with your back facing the spacious garage while your intense gaze was pinned to Sam as your warm hand still clutched his in your own.

“God I fuckin’ hope not,” Sam breathlessly replied, eyes lighting up with a rush of excitement as you guided him over to the Impala.

You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as the two of you came up to the side of the Impala, standing beside one of the back doors as you fully faced Sam, body even warmer than before.

“Well, even if they do. . .” You softly said, trailing one of your hands up one of Sam’s buff arms, fingertips trailing up until they reached his stubbly jaw. Your eyes flickered to his, seeing his usually bright eyes had darkened a few shades as they took in your features. Your smirk instantly widened, peering up at Sam. “They’ll just have to wait.”

“Is that so?” Sam asked in a low tone, taking a few steps closer so you were pressed up against the Impala, your chests almost pressed together as he stood in front of you with his hands softly caressing your hips. “Well, how much longer are you gonna make me wait?”

“I don’t know yet,” you teased, running a few of your fingers along his bottom lip. “You were teasing me all day pretty much with your soft hair, your kissable lips. . .”

Sam darkly chuckled, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes as your words made his excitement increase. “Then let me make it up to you.”

You leaned forward in response, Sam quickly bending his head down to connect you lips when she moved towards him. One of your hands automatically went to his shaggy hair, gently tugging on it to elicit a low groan from Sam. You smiled with approval, feeling one of his hands go to your lower back and press your body up against his while the other went to the back of your head, fingers combing through your hair. Your soft lips parted as the kiss became more needy, giving Sam access to explore your mouth like his life depended on it.

Sam’s hand moved from your back and to the handle off to the side, quickly finding it and pulling it open with a grunt. “After you,” Sam panted.

You excitedly grinned and crawled into the backseat, seeing Sam steal a glance around the garage to make sure no one was around before climbing inside as well and closing the door behind him. You eagerly leaned forward, connecting your lips once more as your fingers started to undo the buttons of the flannel Sam wore. Sam grinned into the kiss, assisting you with removing the shirt before carelessly tossing it to the side. Then he broke apart from the kiss, discarding the plain gray shirt he’d been wearing underneath as you started to undo the buttons of the flannel you had on.

Sam reconnected your lips just as she finished unbuttoning it. You giggled, going to shrug it off until one of Sam’s hands stopped you. “Seeing you in my clothes drives me absolutely crazy. . .I wanna see you come undone with it on.”

You let out a shaky breath at his words, lowering your hands. You bit her lip and cupped his cheeks in your clammy hands, firmly kissing him. “I love you,” you told him.

Sam grinned, giving you a quick peck in return. “I love you too,” he murmured, one hand trailing down your sides, stopping along the side of your thigh as his other hand guided you to scoot back more and lay against the back of the leather seat. “And, I wanna show you. . .just how. . .much,” he gruffly said, pecking your cheek, nose, and chin as he spoke.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you sucked in a deep breath, feeling Sam kiss along your neck. “God. . .” You whispered, involuntarily bucking your hips up as one hand gripped his hair again.

“Someone’s eager,” Sam murmured against your hot skin, his hand still caressing her thigh, setting her entire body on fire even more with just a simple touch.

“Please, Sam,” you whimpered, catching his gaze.

Sam slowly moved down your body, reaching for the hem of your leggings. “Wearing a skirt today woulda made this a lot easier,” he said, causing a laugh to erupt from you as he started to tug down your skin tight leggings. You lifted your hips, helping him to discard both your leggings and panties as quick as possible. “But, they don’t show off your ass as well as these do.”

You bit her lip at his words, your heart starting to beat even faster as Sam settled himself between your legs. The corner of his lips were pulled up into a smirk, easing your legs apart with one leg settling over his shoulder and the other over the seat with your foot planted on the ground. Sam’s gaze remained locked on yours as he scooted closer, blowing on you gently. Your head instantly fell back, a gasp escaping your lips.

“I really was turnin’ you on without even touching you, huh,” Sam said, one hand caressing your inner thigh. You merely whimpered in response, lifting your head just in time to see him dive in to your center.

A loud moan escaped your lips as he expertly dragged his tongue through her heat, feeling Sam slip one arm under your leg, keeping her close. “Shit, Sam!” You gasped in pure pleasure, lips parted and brows furrowed as you sat up on her elbows, breathlessly watching him move against you core; he knew just what to do to get you even more turned on and screaming his name. He looked up at you, groaning against you when you bit her lip and leaned your head back again. “Oh, fuck!”

He swirled his tongue through your center, circling around your clit as he fastened his pace. “You’re being more quiet than usual,” Sam said in between licks, causing you to groan at the uneven pace. “Don’t want Dean or Cas to hear how gorgeous you sound?”

“I—please, Sam,” you gasped.

“What was that?” Sam asked, lightly licking at you heat.

You panted, looking at him with desperation. “Please, Sam! Fuck!”

Sam flattened his tongue against your center to give you exactly what you wanted, seeing you close your eyes in pleasure. He got a steady movement, going faster when you started to moan louder. One of your hands reached down, tightly gripping his hair as you moved against his mouth. Sam moaned against you, nearly getting off just by watching you fall apart with only the use of his skillful tongue.

“Holy fuck,” you moaned, eyes screwed shut as you felt herself getting closer and closer. Sam could tell too, fastening his pace as you tightened your grip on his hair, a loud moan erupting from your parted lips as you arched your back. “Sam! Shit, I-I—”

“I got you, baby,” Sam said, knowing you were incredibly close. “I got you.”

With those words, you came against his mouth, your loud moans filling the Impala as Sam continued to suck and lick you through your orgasm. Your grip on his hair loosened while your hips stilled against his mouth, chest rising and falling quickly as your eyes remained closed with complete bliss.

“Holy fuck,” you said after a few moments, opening your eyes when you felt Sam crawl on top of you. You wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing him in for a sloppy kiss without a second thought. He eagerly kissed you back, lowering his body so you were closer together while one of his hands traveled down between your legs.

You gasped against his mouth when his fingers slipped through you, opening your eyes to look at him. “I think it’s your turn now,” you told him, going to reach down to his pants until he shifted to sit up.

“Later,” he breathed out, starting to undo the buttons of his pants. “I just need you.”

You sat up as well, Sam’s flannel sticking to her skin even more than before, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. Your hands quickly moved to help Sam, giggling with joy as he removed his pants and boxers, kicking them off into the floor. Your eyes flickered up to his again, biting your lip. “Can I be on top?”

“Fuck yes,” Sam eagerly said, wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you to his lap without a moment to waist.

You giggled again, looking down at his hard member as you straddled his waist. “Someone sure is excited.”

“Hard not to be when I just watched you get off on my tongue,” Sam replied in a gruff voice, his eyes sparkling as he looked up at you, not just with lust, but also pure love.

You whimpered at that, reaching down and giving him a few strokes. You watched Sam’s eyes flutter close at your gentle touch, lips parting with a breathy moan; you got turned on by his reactions just as much as Sam did with you. You shifted slightly, lining yourself up with him before slowly sinking down.

Your and Sam’s moans filled the Impala at the feeling, Sam’s hands automatically going to grip your waist as he filled you up. Sam bit his lip with anticipation, waiting for you to make sure it was okay to move before he did anything. You leaned forward slightly, planting your hands on Sam’s chiseled chest, starting to move against him as you locked eyes with him.

“Fuuuuck,” Sam groaned, his nails digging into your hips as you slid up and down. “Just like that, baby.”

“I’ve wanted to do this since this morning,” you breathlessly admitted, fastening your pace. You and Sam moaned again, your nails scratching at his chest as you moved your hands up and down his body. Sam loudly groaned at the sensation, thrusting up to meet your movements, making you cry out with pleasure.

“God, I love you so fucking much,” Sam panted, his eyes rolling back as you leaned down and gave attention to his neck. “So fucking perfect.”

You moaned as well, connecting your lips in a messy kiss while Sam’s thrusts got faster. “Fuck. . .” You whispered, “I love you too. . .so so fucking much.”

“Shit, Y/N,” Sam moaned as you nipped at his dampened neck, hands running up and down his abs.

“Faster, baby,” you whispered into his ear, heart beating faster as you and Sam got closer.

Sam grunted, tightening his grip on you as he picked up the pace. You started to lose her own rhythm, your hips shaking as you rode him, your orgasm growing closer and closer. “Sam, I’m. . .”

Sam lurched forward, pulling you further into his lap with your bare chest pressed against his own, the flannel pushed back and exposing your entire chest to him. His hips moved up into you as he hungrily kissed you again, his tongue dominating yours while his hands moved to cradle the back of your head.

Sam grunted, his forehead resting against yours as the Impala rocked back and forth, no doubt making it obvious what was going on inside if anyone were to enter the garage.

You meekly whimpered, feeling the knot in your stomach getting closer to finally snapping. “Sam!” You loudly moaned, many swear words and the repeat of his name getting drowned out as Sam pressed his mouth to yours again. Your hands went to his cheeks, holding him closer while Sam’s orgasm got closer and his fingers gently tugged on your hair. His hips smacked against yours faster, the sound filling the steamy Impala alongside your loud moans. You clenched around him as you came, making Sam groan into your mouth as he came seconds after you.

You pulled apart after a few moments, resting your clammy foreheads together as you finally started to catch your breaths, you still sat in Sam’s lap and his hands in your hair.

You warmly smiled as you locked eyes with Sam, his lips curling into a grin as his dimples poked out as well. “Maybe I should tease you more often, huh?” Sam asked.

You softly laughed, playfully rolling your eyes as you moved your hands to rest them on his damp shoulders. “You could, but two can play at that game, babe.”

“Is that a challenge?” Sam taunted.

You playfully narrowed your eyes, running a hand up and down one of his arms like you were in deep thought. “No, because you and I both know you would lose the first day.”

Sam breathed out a laugh, tilting his head. “Says the one who almost couldn’t wait till we were alone.”

You simply shrugged, a small smirk starting to appear on your lips. “Today I couldn’t,” you said, gently pushing him back down on the seat. Sam’s eyes slightly widened, brows raising. “But you just looked extra sexy and handsome today. You, on the other hand, can hardly keep your hands to yourself when you’re horny.”

“That’s not true,” Sam protested, going to speak again until you moved your hips, causing his head to fall back with pleasure.

You proudly smirked at his reaction, peering down at him. “Tell you what—let’s go again, and if you manage not to touch me, we can do that challenge.”

Sam breathed out a faint laugh, smirking back at you. “As long as you’re okay with not touching me. But, you and I both know that’ll be even harder for you than me.”

“We’ll see about that,” you said, moving your hips again.

Sam let out a shaky breath, gazing up at you as his hands returned to your hips. “Yeah, we will.”

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[sibsteria]

hallelujah [jack kline]

prompts: ''please, don't stop'', ''I love it when you kiss my neck'', ''you want to have sex with me?''

summary: first time with jack

characters: Jack Kline, (mentioned) Dean Winchester, (mentioned) Sam Winchester, (mentioned) Castiel

warning: smut, fluff, first time awkwardness, tooth rotting reassurance fluff, literal filth

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The atmosphere was light and solacing, the subtle tenderness of his fingers soothed my restless arms, as they danced across my skin with such delicacy. His hands left tingles, igniting a fire that spread across me, shivers took their toll up and down my body.

I looked up to his angelic face, to be greeted with a toothy grin, as his eyes settled on my relaxed frame. If my heart did stutter as much as it did metaphorically, I'd be six feet under from the day I met him. I lay cradled between his legs, my head against his chest, as my body was positioned on it's side. Feeling the soft inhales and exhales coming from the soft boy below me had lulled me into such a confined sense of security, his warmth enveloping me as I revelled.

The remainder of TFW had business elsewhere, so this left me and my chosen soulmate in the confines of the Men of Letters abode. If soulmates were a thing, Jack and I could be labelled as a prime example. I mindlessly fiddled with the folds of his jacket as we found comfort on the sofa, his hand that was currently grazing my arm had moved up to repeat a stroking movement in my hair. I hummed as the sensation of him running his fingers through my hair was a well-found favourite feeling of mine.

Each time he accidentally tangled his fingers within strands of my hair, creating a soft tug, would create a fiery pit in my stomach.

''Y/n...I need to-'' He paused for a moment, ''-ask you something?'' he had ended his sentence as if it were a question to himself as well, unsure of his words. His words were communicated in a shaky manner and he was biting his lip, he only did that when he was nervous.

I sat myself up and he followed suit, I sensed the seriousness of the situation and reached forward to clasp his hands in mine.

''Are you okay? Is something wrong?'' I let my tone remain calm yet my head was spinning with questions.

''N-No, nothing's wrong, I just-'' He swallows hard, his eyes can't seem to reach mine, so I cup his cheek which is red and warm.

''Whatever it is, you know you can say anything to me, I'm the last person to ever hurt you.'' I turned his jaw, carefully and lightly, so his eyes were looking into mine.

''I was, uh...speaking to Dean last week and he was teaching me about...pornography?'' I almost choked on my own spit, my eyes widened a small amount.

''What did he say? I swear to Chuck if he said anything ba-''

''He said that, everything that went in in those...videos, were fake and that you should only repeat what they were doing with someone you love.'' My heart softened for the elder Winchester, who knew under that tough exterior that he knew the right things after all.

''Did he tell you what it was they were doing?'' I tilted my head as he continued to recite his conversation.

''I had read and learned about intercourse before but, saw no need for the knowledge. Until now.'' I dropped my jaw, no way, he doesn't mean- ''I would like to try it with you.'' He smiles wide and it makes my heart drum like a Metallica canticle.

''You want to have sex with me?'' I couldn't hide the awe and blush of the features of my face that betrayed me. ''Are you sure? No one is pushing you to do this, are they?'' I search his eyes for any uncertainty but find no evidence.

''I'm sure, because I love you, no one has told me to do anything. I really love you.'' The sincerity and sureness in his voice- I could pass out, if people's hearts can shrink from hate then my heart was exploding from love and affection.

''I love you too, Jack, when do you want to-'' I couldn't find the words I was searching for, but he took the hint.

''I-I would like to try now? If that's okay, I don't want to make you do something you don't want to.'' His eyebrows pursed in genuine concern, how could anyone ever say no to him?

''Of course, I would do anything for you- with you, Jack. I'd give my life for you, if the situation desired it.'' I could see the tears glaze over his cerulean stars that guarded his gaze.

''I could never ask you for that, I'd never let you do that.'' He pulled me into his strong cherish, his arms embracing me in a lax yet wistful capture. My heart was crying out to him, craving his everything, beseeching him as a whole. But not in a sexual way, in an amorous pining way.

''I love you more than I have anything, more than I will love anything.'' I voiced, looking into his azure allure as he beamed down at me.

''I love you.'' That was all he needed to declare before I pushed forward, seizing his ductile lips with mine, moving with a fervour that could shake the building. His delighted trill that vibrated against my mouth was a sound worth the world, every nerve in my chassis felt electric, with the passionate epicentre in the deep of my stomach. What were once innocent butterflies, felt like raging hawks in the depths of this tension.

His docile nature is an adverse contrast to the cruelty of most men I have met, the sensation of his padded fingers drifting across my skin as if they belonged there, was dynamizing.

I decided that I would take direction, seeing as I have prior experience. As our lips remained deep into a passionate lock, which could taunt the most enlightened of couples.

I lightly shifted him on to his back, moving his to lie onto the sofa, as I sat in the space in front of himself. I broke our connection to press small and sighted kisses the the outline of his jaw, he breathes out what I guess he was holding, with a small profound noise. I moved my kisses across his jaw until I reach the corner.

''Are we going to?- Y'know-'' I could pin-point his struggle so I decided to answer for him.

''Yeah, are you sure you want this? None of this matters to me as long as I have you.'' I felt his reaction before I heard it.

''Oh-I'm sure, if this is any part of it, I can't wait.'' What did I do to deserve this jewel of a soul.

I lifted my leg to straddle over his lap, almost as if instinct, his hands found the safety of my hips. I felt my eyes becoming heavy with lustful dilation as I inclined my head down to re-animate my lips with his in another searing kiss. We had kissed before, a lot, but nothing could compare to right now.

I seated myself down more, pressing myself against his lap, lighter than air. I didn't want to push him right of the bat.

His careful touch trailed up the side of my back, whilst one hand remained where it lay. His lips moved so fast, it was hard to keep up, I changed my approach. I continued down the road of gentle jaw pecks and moved down towards his neck, which was high in temperature. I added the aspect of pulling his skin through my lips and teeth with pleasurable suction, creating a small purple mark on neck which disappeared a few moments after. This was the first time he let out a fully fledged moan and his hips involuntarily bucked up to press against me. My breath hitched and through impulse I ground down on him harder.

''I love it when you kiss my neck, gah-'' He let out another strangled moan as I returned my focus to his neck, his crotch pushed up once again and connected against mine.

''Oh- can you do that again?'' His voice was hardly there as I felt him getting hard.

I listened to his plea and grinded myself down onto him, this time, I didn't stop. His hand gripped my hip, but he had trouble holding on.

''Here- this might be easier to hold on to.'' I guided his hands down towards the skin below my ass, which connected to my thigh. He grappled onto it and I sucked in air between my teeth, biting on my tongue, although it wasn't pain.

''Sorry! Did I hurt you?'' His frantic apology reminded my that I was the first person teaching him how to copulate.

''N-No, felt good, you can do that as much as you like.'' I edged him on, he nodded and gripped me again, this time moving onto my ass and I lurched my front forward. Burying my head into his neck, I whimpered.

''How did you know to-'' I couldn't answer as he spoke before I could finished,

''I guessed, was that right?'' He had a hopeful look in his eyes which almost made me cry out.

''So, so right. You're doing everything right.'' I moaned against his ear, taking in his ear lobe, nipping at it. His other hand which rested on my back had moved down to cup the other side of my ass, mirroring the other. He pushed my hips down to meet his, impatiently, he really couldn't wait. I can tell already he has an extreme praise kink. I slid my hips across, driving against his cock. He bucks again, fast and sure.

Today was a good day to wear a skirt.

His length was solid and craving release, his lips found my neck, as mine had once found his. He copied what I had done, nipping and sucking at the skin, but this time it would mark. I whined out in frustration.

His hips coiled up faster, stuttering as he came, unexpectedly. Holy motherfucking shit. He called out my name in shattered cries, clasping at any part of me he could. His eyes were screwed as he experienced sexual fulfilment. shut He stopped for a moment after he peaked, I kissed his forehead and his nose as he smiled up at me in awe.

''Was-Was that?'' He searched for the words but couldn't find them.

''You had an orgasm, and I'm guessing your first. I'm also guessing you liked it.'' I heaved an amused exhale, he had no idea how hot he was in this second, he sat up to take his jacket off as I rested on his lap still.

''Did it feel like that for you?'' I could see the wishing in his sky shaded eyes.

''Not yet, but this is about you, we don't need to carry on-'' I stopped my sentence as I felt him grow once again beneath me.

''No refractory interval, huh.'' I whispered to myself in shock.

''In-In the video, the people didn't have clothes on, is that normal. And I didn't put my-'' I stopped him before I could blush any further.

''Uh yeah it's normal don't worry! You just had an orgasm from grinding your- self against me. We haven't had sex yet.'' I brushed the hair from his forehead, which stuck to him because of the cold sweat lacing his skin.

''Can-Can we? Now?'' His hot, pink, cheeks blaring against the sunlight, beautiful as he begged. I couldn't refuse him. His breathing was normal and fluid now, seemingly recovered completely.

''If you really can't wait any longer.'' I cupped his face, kissing him once again, rolling my hips down onto his. He was impossibly hard. I moaned again, slipping my hands under his shirt brushing against his untouched body.

He still remained sat up as I pulled of his shirt, his chest had a small redness across it from the heat, fucking beautiful.

I reached down to grab the hems of my shirt when his hand stopped me.

''Can I?'' Jack's curious eyes bounced between mine and my shirt.

''Go ahead.'' I shuffle back from his lap, still straddling him. His fingers find the end of my shirt and slowly pull it up, revealing my good bra thank the lord- actually no, let's not thank him.

''If it's okay with you, I'll take care of this part, it can be tricky.'' I motion to my black, lacy garment and he mumbles an 'okay'.

I reach behind myself, taking a breath before I unclasp the back, pulling off the straps and letting it fall to the floor. I go to cover myself but Jack restricts me, his head moves in confusion.

''Don't do that, I want to see you.'' His declare makes my head reel.

''I'm sorry that I can't be more than this for you.'' I remove my arms from my chest as he holds my hands.

''Why would you want to be? This is you, and as I once head Dean say-'' I inwardly cringe at his name being used in this situation. ''I think the word breath-taking describes you.'' His still-sitting form moved forward so his head can near towards me, his eyes watch me closely before leaning down. He presses soft and sweet kisses to each bust of my chest, I groan out in pleasure, but not physically. The emotional heaviness of the moment is what makes me cry out, how could one person love another so immensely.

''I love you. And that means all of you.'' I shut my eyes in impassioned heaven.

''I love you too.'' I kissed him before I left the warmth of his lip, he whined before I could speak.

''We need to take the rest of our...clothes off.'' I bit my lip and looked off to the side in blushing attraction.

''O-Oh!'' He seems to excite at this and eagerly unbuttons his jeans, unzipping before ultimately dropping them completely. ''Should I take my underwear off also?'' He questions me. His briefs are soaked from his previous settlement and I long to wonder what it would feel like to have him in my mouth, that would have to wait.

''If you'd allow me-'' I step towards him, slowly reaching for his clothed crotch, he nods in affirmation. I hook my fingers around the sides of his briefs, kissing his shoulder and chest as I start to pull them off. He kicks them from himself once they reach a certain point and points towards my skirt.

''Can I take it off?'' I nod and smile at him.

''You can do anything you want, anything.'' I say, a sincere and truthful confession.

He kneels below me, looking up with an innocent yet ruined look in his eyes. Pressing small kisses to my stomach and thighs as he pulls down my skirt along with my underwear in one swift action. I didn't feel a need to be nervous with him anymore, letting my body do the talking instead of words I led him back towards the couch, which up until this point remained un-christened. That was about to change.

''In the video, the man puts his mouth on her...lower area.'' He whispers in thought as he sat on the couch.

''That's not important right now, we can explore that later. Right now, I just want you to feel the peak of physical affection.'' He gives me one of his toothy smiles again and I can't help but stare at him with adoration in my eyes before we resume the position we were previously in.

I straddled him with no effort and took his impressive length in my hand. He gripped the couch and moaned lowly as I worked him up and down a few times, spreading the leaking pre-cum.

''You ready?'' I lean down, kissing his nose, fondly.

''Yes, really ready.'' He breathes out, I prod my entrance with the tip of him, sliding it in slightly.

He let out fast paced breathy groans as I slid down onto his firm cock. I'm in no way a virgin, but it's been a while.

He moves his hands my my waist, his nails dig into me, I moan.

''I'm not hurti-'' I answer him before he could finish.

''Definitely not hurting me.'' I sigh in pleasure, down his ear as I hunch over.

''I'm gonna move now.'' I mumble, he doesn't know what's coming to him.

I lift up my hips until I reach the tip of his cock before lightly slamming back down, his hands slide down to clutch the skin on the side of my thighs.

''Do-Do that again.'' He groans.

''I'll do more than that.'' There was no need to hold back, I slid myself up again and repeated the motion, setting a steady momentum. His hips snapped up to meet mine as I bounced with no shame.

''Oh, please, don't stop.'' He rushed out, trying to set a faster pace as he snaps up with impatience.

''Jack, you wanna- try being in- control?'' I attempt to communicate through breathy laments.

''Yes, please.'' I stop sinking my hips for a moment whilst I slowly try to transfer my body weight to beneath him. He gets the gist and helps to flip us over, carefully.

''Don't hold back, you don't need to be gentle.'' I brush a hand through his hair so it's out of his face before an unexpected thrust knocks the air out of me. He doesn't waste time, pushing himself to the brink of speed, I struggle to find somewhere to anchor my hands and I settle for one against his shoulder blade and the other in his hair.

With the relentless pounding and merciless fucking of his hips, I felt blissful thrill that I had never felt before, I couldn't help the tug of his hair that pulls between my fingers. He wails out, I panic and try to apologise.

''Sorry, fuck! Did that hur-'' He snaps into me with more meaning than ever, it's ruthless and hot.

''Do it again.'' He begs into my ear, his voice wavering. I do as he says and pull against his hair, he whines, biting down into my neck.

''Fuck, Jack!'' I cry as his pelvic bone creates intoxicating friction against my swollen clit, he's balls deep and no where near stopping.

''Are you sure you haven't done this before?'' I grip at the skin on his shoulder blade and he grouses in pleasure.

''Never, you're the only person I'd ever do this with, I love you.'' He grunts our as his cock remains a punishing and brutal pace. The sound of his voice saying 'I love you' in such an intimate moment makes me orgasm on the spot, I came hard and with a recoil I stutter my hips to try and match his, failing at the objective. I moan out his name as I grip onto his hair, the hardest I have.

''Jack!'' He pounds impossibly faster as my walls clench around him, begging him to let go, and he does. With a chorus of strangled moans, and stammered whines, he came. He gives a few more ruts before collapsing his head against my chest, leaving kisses up my neck.

I feel my body give up, refusing to move, refusing to breathe.

''O-oh, wo-wow. Woah.'' Jack grins with astonishment.

''I know, Jack. That was- especially with you- and-'' I give up on words.

''I want to do that all the time.'' He let out a throaty laugh, but I knew he was completely serious.

''We can, maybe not all the time but- when it doesn't inconvenience the others.'' It rings in my head for a moment before I realise.

''Shit! The guys will be back soon, grab your clothes.'' I usher him to hurry up and I grab mine as well, stammering along to my room with whatever working muscles I had left. As soon as I shut my door, I felt the front one open. Close call.

I breathe out in relief.

''What the fuck?'' I hear from outside.

''Uh, Y/n?'' I looked towards a blushing Jack. ''I forgot to pick something up.'' He drops his clothing and I realise we are missing his briefs. Oh, fuck.

''What the fuck is this?'' Ah yes, that would be your adopted sons cum-stained underwear, Dean.

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[perfectlyelegantdelusion]

Hey, @atomicdetectivehideout I’m happy to be your  @destielsecretsanta2020

Merry Christmas! Please, accept my humble gift for the holiday. It’s a 3k of fluff and stuff (well, when I say fluff, I mean, I really tried!). I sincerely hope you enjoy it. 

Thank you to the most awesomest people to ever awesome @campchitaquamemories and @amyoatmeal for offering to beta this little thing. You guys rock!

Here it is on ao3 if you prefer

Those Things That Couples Do

Come to think of it, it wasn’t such a lame idea. Not lame at all, Dean thought, to the extent he might even have to thank Sam later. Well, maybe not outright thank him, but definitely bake a cherry pie for Eileen (her favorite; the woman sure knew how to enjoy life). It felt nice, lying on the bed with Cas in the semi-darkness, Christmas lights on the dresser and a couple of the apple cider and cinnamon scented candles Cas liked so much (and Dean grumbled about but secretly enjoyed too) being the only source of light. It felt cozy. Safe. They talked in hushed voices so as not to disturb the quiet magic of the bubble they had created in that moment, and dammit, but Dean was grateful to his brother and soon-to-be sister-in-law for this particular chick-flick.

“So, you sure you want this to go on your list as the first item?” Dean nudged Cas gently with an elbow. “Sick of my cooking already? I’m hurt, man,” he added, only half-jokingly.

The idea Eileen pitched to them was to write down three items each to reflect their hopes and plans for the upcoming year. At first, Dean laughed when Sam handed him a blue envelope with four blank craft paper cards to be written on. He had been about to suggest Sam find someone more age-appropriate to participate in that particular brand of cute (Dean could almost see the faces Claire and Kaia would make at the suggestion), but Cas’s quiet ‘It’s a lovely idea’ made him silently accept the package at the last second. This provided Sam with the pleasure of witnessing his older brother biting his tongue and smiling reassuringly at Cas who’d been busy searching Dean’s face for a reaction.

Per the rules Sam had explained to them, they were supposed to write down their plans (which they were encouraged to discuss, because that’s apparently what couples do) and complete a bonus task – individually, this time – describing where they see themselves next year at Christmas. Then, they were to seal their envelope and give it to Sam and Eileen for safekeeping, accepting theirs in exchange. That way next year there would be an additional reason to spend Christmas together and see which things have come to pass.

“Stop fishing for a compliment. You know your cooking is delicious.” Cas turned to look at Dean. “I want to be able to do nice things for you, Dean. Like you do for me. Cooking for people you care about is how you show affection and those small, but meaningful gestures go a long way. I’d love to be able to surprise you with a breakfast pie in bed, or make soup for when you catch a cold, or-“ Dean interrupted him with a chaste and gentle kiss on the lips. “You had me at the breakfast pie, Cas. Cooking and baking: 101 it is.” Cas smiled, reached for Dean’s hand, and pressed a kiss to his knuckles. Laying back on the pillow, he rested Dean’s hand on his belly, gently stroking the fingers. Dean closed his eyes and sighed contentedly.

“What will you put as your first item?” Cas asked a moment later.

“That’s easy,” Dean murmured into Cas’s shoulder. “Beach vacay. Never had the time for that before. What do you think about some sand between our toes? Maybe even skinny-dipping with enough margaritas?”

“You do look extremely hot in those aviators of yours,” Cas replied in a thoughtful voice, as if mulling it over. “And skinny-dipping does sound promising. A beach vacation certainly belongs on that list.”

“Cas, if you want me naked and in sunglasses, that can be arranged anytime, anywhere.”

“I want you in those cut-off shorts of yours, and then I want you out of them,” Cas continued in a low voice, and Dean felt the hairs on his arm stand up under Castiel’s fingertips. “I want to explore your sun-kissed skin and count the freckles on your back. I want you to enjoy yourself in all the ways that appeal to you, so yes. You’re writing that down. I’m taking you to the beach.”

“Just like that?” Dean asked, teasingly. “Pretty goal-oriented, aren’t you?”

Cas glared at him; Christmas lights caught in his dark blue eyes. “I was a Seraph, Dean. Goal-oriented was in the job description.”

“Bossy,” Dean suggestively wiggled his eyebrows.

“You like that.”

“Touché.”

Cas turned on his side, facing Dean. They were lying so close now they breathed the same air, noses just shy of touching. Dean took Cas’s hand and laced their fingers, nudging a knee between Cas’s thighs. “What else is on your list?” Dean asked.

Cas didn’t answer right away, and Dean closed his eyes to bask in the warmth of their bodies.

“There’s a small plot of land behind the bunker,” Cas began, “I was wondering whether it’s okay with you and Sam if I make a garden there?” He sounded uncertain, for some unknown reason, and Dean frowned at that. “It wouldn’t be anything fancy, just some flowerbeds with sunflowers or maybe lavender-“

“Cas,” Dean interjected, still frowning, “why would you even ask? You don’t need anyone’s permission to do what you want to do, come on. The bunker belongs to you just as much it does to me or Sammy or Eileen or the rest of our extended family.” He propped himself up on one elbow and gently freed his hand from Castiel’s hold to cup his cheek. “If you want a garden, I’ll help you make one. Or just as happily will mind my own business if it’s something you want to do on your own. Okay?”

“Thank you, Dean,” Cas whispered, earnestly. And it wasn’t about the garden, really. It was about being reassured he belonged, was wanted. Accepted.

“You should definitely add the garden to your list, Cas. And, while we’re on the topic, there was actually something I wanted to ask you about.” Dean cleared his throat, his heart rate quickened. He’d been thinking about this for quite a while, but never seemed to find the right moment to broach the topic. Frankly, he’d never felt brave enough to do so. Why mess up a good thing? But the idea lived in his head rent free, and there was no lying to himself, no tricking his mind out of it. “What would you say about a real garden, though?  With an apple tree, some benches, maybe even a gazebo? Where you can plant all kinds of flowers to appease those honeybees of yours?”

“That- That sounds lovely, Dean,” Cas replied, obviously a little bit at a loss. “What do you have in mind?”

Dean was grateful it was dark in the room because he could feel himself blushing, chest burning as if someone had put a hot iron on it. He took a deep breath that didn’t do much to lessen the anxiety.

“Remember, back in Sioux Falls, Bobby’s old property?” Dean paused, waiting for Castiel to nod in agreement. “So, it’s all still there. It’s a pretty big plot of land, and the house burned down, obviously, but I was thinking,” the words kept jumping one in front of the other, and Dean felt the blush deepen, desperately hoping Cas would understand what he was trying to say. “I ain’t that bad at rebuilding things, and, of course, it’s gonna be quite a lot of work, but who doesn’t like a fixer-upper, right? There’s the salvage yard, too, we can do something with that. I’m sure Bobby wouldn’t mind, and there shouldn’t be any problems with the documents, given who’s the sheriff in town. And that way you and I get to be closer to Claire, and Donna, the whole gang-“

“You and I?” Cas asked quietly, and Dean took a deep breath, grateful for the interjection.

“You and I. And some bees, apparently,” Dean gave Cas a weak smile, searching his eyes.

Green met blue, and for the better part of a minute (eternity, really) Cas just kept looking at him silently. Dean’s heart was hammering in his chest so loudly, he wondered if maybe he just couldn’t hear Cas’s answer because of the pounding in his ears. But Castiel’s lips didn’t move, and Dean felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he needed to get out before he went into a full-blown panic attack. It was too much. Why would Cas want to leave the bunker? It was way safer there. There were other people, hunters, coming and going, Sam and Eileen lived barely an hour away, why would he even consider moving in with Dean, let alone-

Suddenly, Cas was on Dean, left hand on Dean’s pillow for support, right hand cupping Dean’s face. Cas pressed kisses everywhere, holding on to Dean like it was the last thing on Earth worth doing. Cas moved his hand into Dean’s hair, gripping tight, and Dean moaned, capturing Cas’s mouth with his own, deepening the kiss. Dean’s anxiety turned into exhilaration, because that was very clearly a yes, and somewhere at the back of his mind he wondered if maybe he’d just suffered a mild heart attack. In mere seconds, though, his body went pliant under Cas’s weight, the kiss grew even more urgent and heated. Dean’s brain short-circuited, the only thing that registered was the press of Cas’s groin to his own, the sounds Cas was making, the texture of his tongue, the softness of his palms, his smell, his taste, the overwhelming need to be closer, to become one, to forget there ever was an outside world at all. But as Dean slipped his hands under Cas’s T-shirt, Cas groaned and broke the kiss, panting. He pressed his forehead to Dean’s, eyes closed and breathing heavy.

“I believe we’ve gotten carried away,” Cas said, hoarsely. “We still have to finish the lists before Sam leaves for Eileen’s.”

“Screw Sam,” Dean rasped, “I don’t care, just take off your clothes and keep kissing me senseless.”

Cas growled and bit his lip to keep himself from grinding.

“There will be no screwing Sam,” he said in a low voice. “We finish the lists, give Sam the envelope, bid him goodnight,” Cas took a deep breath, his body looming over Dean. “And then we pick up right where we left off.”

“Fuck, Cas,” Dean whined.

“Patience, Dean,” Cas pressed a kiss behind his ear, where he knew Dean was especially sensitive. “All in due time.”

With that, Castiel got up, went to click his bedside lamp on, fluffed his pillow, propped it against the headboard, and took the writing supplies from the nightstand. When he got back on the bed, he made sure to leave a few inches of space between them.

Dean groaned. “Fuck my life,” he muttered, but took a couple of deep breaths, willing his heart rate to friggin’ slow down already.  He sat up and reached to switch on the lamp on his side of the bed. He watched Cas for a moment before clarifying, “Yes to the house, though?”

Cas looked at him, pen pausing in the middle of a sentence. “I love you, Dean. Yes to the house.”

Dean grinned. “So, two down, one to go. Item number three for 2021?”

Castiel chewed on the cap, thoughtfully. “This one is less specific, but I’d like to try things I haven’t tried before. Unusual food, new experiences, all kinds of activities – with you.”

“Cas, I swear, if you hadn’t stopped just now, I’d have given you a thing or two to cross out from that bucket list,” Dean smiled, cockily.

Cas grinned. “I should think so.”

“Just say the word,” Dean winked, “and we can go baptize the library.”

“Noted. Let’s just not traumatize your brother any further.”

“He’ll live.”

Cas sighed, a mix of fondness and exasperation. “We’ll get back to this conversation as soon as we’re finished with the task at hand. What’s your item number three for the list?”

“Well,” Dean sat up straighter to get himself into business mode, “I’d love to spend more time with family. Get to know them better, maybe set up some family traditions? I don’t know if everyone will appreciate the idea, but it would be kinda awesome.” He glanced at the framed photos proudly sitting on his shelf.

“I think it’s a wonderful thing to put on your list,” Castiel reached for his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “and I don’t have a shadow of a doubt, everyone will be thrilled.”

“They’d better be. Otherwise, they’ll be missing out on the greatest feasts humanity’s ever known.”

“Yes,” Cas agreed easily, “among other things.”

Dean smiled and reached for his own supplies.

For the next five minutes the only sound that filled the room was rustling of paper. Having finished writing, Dean clicked his pen off. “So, what’s with the bonus task? The one where we describe where we see ourselves this time next year?”

Cas bent the card he was writing on in half and slid it into the envelope. “We’re not supposed to discuss it, but, seeing that we will be exchanging our predictions next year, I figure we just address it to each other?”

“Let’s do that,” Dean nodded. “So, no consulting, huh?”

Castiel hummed. “If we were to respect the rules. You know, though, my prediction doesn’t make much of a secret,” he shrugged, smiling. “This time next year, and all the years to come, I see myself watching a Christmas movie with you. I can’t keep up with the plot, really, because mostly I’m watching you watching the movie, watching you smile, listening to you laugh. And I am overwhelmed by how grateful I am for everything that has led me there, in that moment. I’m happy. I’m with you.”

Dean’s throat felt tight and his eyes started prickling with tears somewhere between ‘all the years to come’ and ‘watching you watching the movie’. Cas was looking at him with such adoration, reverence even, blue eyes glistening, pen and paper forgotten.

“Yeah,” Dean said, wrapping Cas in a bear hug. “Yeah.” He hid his face in the crook of Castiel’s neck and felt an awkward kiss being pressed to the side of his head. “You’re such a sap, man,” he breathed a somewhat wet laugh. “You’re such a sap, and I wouldn’t change a single thing about you. I hope you know that.”

“I know,” Cas mumbled, “I know.”

“You should still put all of that in writing. You know, for posterity.”

“I will. Will you write yours?”

Dean withdrew a little to give Cas a kiss on the cheek. “I will. But I’m gonna need you to bear with me, ‘cause for once in my life I would actually like to stick to the rules.” He caught Cas’s eyes, “Is that okay with you?” he asked, with a hint of a mischievous smile.

“Of course, Dean.”

“Good. Good.” Dean grinned. “And Cas? I love you, too.”

***

Eileen was supposed to pick him up in about an hour, so Sam sat at his desk browsing true crime documentaries on Netflix when Dean burst in his room without knocking.

“Would you appreciate it if I barged into your room like that?” Sam asked flatly, not looking up from the screen.

“We both know that’s an empty threat,” Dean replied without missing a beat. “Not with those delicate sensibilities of yours.”  He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Sam bristled, “You guys were doing it against the kitchen sink! A man should expect the kitchen to be a safe space!”

“Yes, yes,” Dean nodded vigorously, “he should. But it’s still ill-advised.”

Sam closed the lid of his laptop with a click . “Please, tell me you’ve got the envelope and I can go see my girl and bring home the victory of getting you and Cas to participate?”

“Sure thing, Sammy,” Dean dropped the envelope in question on the desk. “Take good care of that for us,” he winked at his brother mischievously. “Cas has already stashed yours in some dusty old book. And hey,” he added in a more serious voice, “tell Eileen thank you?”

“Wait, really?” Sam started, but Dean was already out in the hall.

“Can’t talk, gotta run, Cas says he wants to try new things, and believe me, Sammy, I am gonna deliver!”

“TMI, jerk!” Sam yelled after him, leaning his chair back on two legs to try and catch sight of his older brother.

“Drive safe, bitch!” Dean yelled back from down the hall.

Sam sighed and picked up the blue envelope titled Dean & Cas: 2021 Edition in Castiel’s neat handwriting. The envelope wasn’t sealed properly, and as soon as Sam turned it over in his hands the contents slipped out onto the desk.

“You’re so whipped, Dean,” Sam muttered under his breath picking up the papers. One of the cards fell onto the floor, and as Sam leaned to pick it up, he recognized Dean’s handwriting. Not his finest hour, he would figure later, but the eyes started skimming the text before the brain could actually approve the action.

Hey, Cas. So, we’re talking this time next year, huh? Let’s see. I’m most probably sitting on the couch with you, and we’re in the middle of binge-watching one of those shows you like or watching a documentary. I can’t really tell, because I’m having trouble focusing on what’s going on on the screen. The reason probably being that I have this ring in my pocket, and I keep thinking I should come up with more fitting words. I keep overanalyzing things, wondering if this is even something you might want. And then, we open the envelope, and I’m giving you this little piece of paper, and you start reading it. And I- I can see you frowning in concentration, and it’s been a year since I wrote this, and I still haven’t found the words, because really there are no words to even begin to describe what we have. So- So I take your hand, I kiss your knuckles, and I slip the ring on your finger, and I hope-

Man, I hope I get to spend the rest of my life with you.

With a dopey smile, Sam slipped the card back into the envelope, sealing it carefully. “So whipped,” he repeated quietly, but proudly. 2021 was going to be one for the books.

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[domesticdeanwinchester]

i know the rain like the clouds know the sky

read it on ao3 or below // 1.7k words

It must have rained last night, or maybe very early this morning.

Either way the sky is a cloudy kind of grey. Overcast with those darklight smudges of stratocumulus. It isn't ominous, though, the clouds. They're calm in the sky. Peaceful.

Peace. It isn't a feeling Dean's very used to, the last two decades of his life being the chaotic, apocalyptic, traumatic mess that they were.

But the last couple of months... they've been his first real taste of that. Of the calm after the storm. Of easy days, of settling down and moving slow, of being worry-free. Well, relatively worry-free. There may not be any big bads looming over them and the last of the apocalypses may be behind them, but he's still got a husband with a rebellious streak a mile wide, a brother and a sister-in-law who both encourage it far more than they should (and can get into a fair amount of trouble themselves too), and a once-capital-G-god-turned-four-year-old-toddler to take care of and keep entertained. So yeah, maybe not entirely worry-free.

It's good though. It's really good. For the first time in Dean's life, he's at peace with it. He's happy.

Dean stares out at the sky through the kitchen window as he waits for the coffee to brew, letting himself get lost in the matching clouds of his mind.

The staccatoed hiss of coffee dripping draws him back to the kitchen, and he watches as the drip turns steady and the pot starts to fill. When the stream comes to a stuttering stop, Dean waits for the last hesitating drop to fall from the nozzle. Once it does, he removes the pot and pours himself a cup — this chipped old thing that reads "I never dreamed I'd be a grumpy 70 year old man but here I am killin' it", with the "grumpy 70 year old man" bit in big red letters, that Claire got him as a joke, but that he secretly loves. There's still plenty of joe left, so he replaces the pot and leaves it for Castiel, knowing it won't be too long before he's up too to claim it for himself.

Dean cradles the mug in one hand and pulls his dead-guy robe tighter around his body with the other, ambling towards the back door. He slides it open and takes the mug out onto the porch.

The morning air is crisp, cool and a little bit biting, but he likes the slight sting. There's still a hint of a mist to it, too, that makes Dean think that more rain isn't too far off. It smells like the rain, like fresh earth and a hint of that residual lightning storm ozone smell that reminds him so much of Castiel.

He stands at the railing, wiggling his toes in his toasty slippers, holding the mug between both hands. It's warm against his palms, and he brings it to his lips to take a sip, letting that warmth trickle down his throat, settle in his belly, and bloom throughout the rest of him.

It's quiet outside, only the soft wisp of the breeze moving through the trees to keep him company. The rest of the world still slumbers on.

Eventually the back door creaks behind him, and the wood of the deck groans a little beneath footsteps. Dean doesn't have to turn around to know it's Castiel joining him.

A pair of strong arms slide around his waist, and Castiel hugs him from behind, pressing his warm cheek to Dean's shoulder. Castiel brings his lips to kiss the point of his shoulder blade, and even through the material of the robe Dean can feel it.

"Thought I'd find you out here," Castiel murmurs. "It's cold," he adds, burrowing closer.

Dean shifts back against Castiel, nuzzling into his hug as best he can. "I like it," he says.

"Mm, of course you do," Castiel says.

They fall into a companionable silence after that, just the quiet sounds of the world around them and their steady breathing filling the space between them.

"Come inside?" Castiel asks after a moment.

"I will," Dean answers. He doesn't move, though.

"Are you okay?" Castiel asks gently, shifting from pressing against Dean's back to burrowing into his side.

Dean doesn't answer right away this time. Instead lets the question settle, lets it bleed into his bones. He watches as a bird takes flight from a branch of one of the trees, sees the light breeze make the small patch of grass dance, admires the still surface of the lake in the distance. He thinks of Castiel, living and breathing right behind him, thinks of Jack, young for the first time in his life tucked away in the racecar bed he'd begged for with his worn in stuffed bee cuddled close, thinks of Sam and Eileen and brand new baby Maura probably starting their morning too all those miles away.

A faint smile pulls at the corner of Dean's mouth. "Yeah, I am," he tells Castiel, and he means it. He really really means it. He pulls his gaze from the lake and turns in Castiel's arms to look at him head on, to meet his eyes and hold his gaze. "I am."

A small smile graces Castiel's lips, and they just kind of stare at each other for a moment before he brings a hand up to Dean's cheek. His palm ghosts over it before settling against his jaw, cupping it softly. "Good," he says, then leans in to kiss Dean's cheek.

They stay like that for a few beats longer before Castiel runs his thumb over the arc of Dean's cheekbone. "I'm going to go back inside," Castiel says, trailing his fingertips over Dean's chip before letting his hand fall back to his side. "It's too cold out here," he adds, scrunching up his nose in a way that pulls a fond chuckle from Dean.

"Yeah yeah, go inside ya big ice cube," Dean says, rolling his eyes and turning back towards the porch railing.

"Don't be too long," Castiel tells him, moving towards the door.

"I won't," Dean assures, and takes another sip of coffee. "There's more in the pot for you, should still be warm," he adds, lifting his mug in reference.

Castiel smiles. "Thank you," he says, reaching for the handle. He opens the door halfway, then pauses. "When you come in we should make pancakes. Jack will like that."

It's Dean's turn to smile as a memory of the last time he'd made pancakes filters to the surface. Jack had been asleep that time too, but when he followed his nose into the kitchen to find Dean behind the stove, flipping a pancake the size of Jack's head he'd been so excited. And so amazed too, by how many different kinds of pancakes Dean had whipped up — chocolate chip, blueberry, cinnamon sugar. He'd even tried out a special new recipe, with fresh honey and vanilla. Jack insisted on assisting with the remaining batter, eager and insistent on helping Dean when it got time to flip the pancakes. All the flavors had been a hit, and Jack had been gleeful all morning — a sticky, syrupy, chocolatey mess, but a very happy one nonetheless.

Based on the look on Castiel's face, Dean figures he must be remembering that morning too.

"Yeah, okay," Dean agrees, giving a nod. "I'll be in soon," he promises.

Castiel nods and disappears back inside.

Dean will follow shortly, he will. He'll head back inside and he and Castiel will make stacks upon stacks of pancakes, and maybe one of them will go wake Jack, or maybe Jack will come find them laughing together over the half cooked, half gloopy pancake Castiel accidentally flipped out of the pan and onto the stove. They'll dig into their breakfast with Jack, sitting around their little table together. And later he'll call Sammy. Ask how Maura is. How Eileen is. Maybe they'll video call, and Jack will steal the phone and hold it way too close to his face, and he'll show Sam the new space in his mouth where he'd just lost his tooth. It might rain again, and if it does Jack will want to put on his ladybug rain boots and his new froggy rain hat and jump around in the puddles. They'll bundle up for it, and Dean might indulge his inner child too and jump around in the puddles with him. Castiel will watch from the porch with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and he'll disappear back into the house just before Dean and Jack decide to come inside to start up a batch of hot chocolate. All three of them will curl up on the couch and put a movie on. Jack will fall asleep halfway through, tired out from his day in the rain despite the sugary treat afterwards. There will be a chocolate mustache still on his lip, and Castiel will try to gently wipe it away without waking him. He'll curl into Dean's side after, right under his arm, pulling the thick knit blanket tighter around them, and Dean will kiss the top of Castiel's hair. They'll fall asleep like that, too, until Jack wakes them up rejuvenated from his nap and ready for something new. In the evening Dean will make butternut squash soup — one of Castiel's favorites, and they'll eat it with freshly baked crusty bread and some warm apple cider to boot. He and Castiel will tag team giving Jack a bath — he'll beg for bubbles and they'll indulge him, of course — and once he's wrapped up in his favorite pajamas they'll tuck him into his bed and Dean will read him two stories and then Castiel will read a third, and they'll both kiss him on the forehead and say goodnight. Dean and Castiel will take a hot shower together, no fooling around, just the warmth of the spray and their gentle hands on each other's skin, washing, cleaning, touching. They'll dry off and dress in their pajamas, then they too will climb into bed. That night, as another bout of rain pebbles soothingly against the window, they'll drift off beneath three blankets with Castiel curled around Dean. And in the morning, they'll do it all again.

But that will all come later.

For now Dean revels in the peace.

#destiel #deancas #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #jack kline #toddler!jack #destiel fic #spn fic #deancas fic

[onfreckledwings]

the taming of wild things.

the second of who knows how many for my “dean winchester deserved better” series. ♥️

In all his years on the road, Dean’s only seen the Milky Way twice. But it was never like this.

Stepping out onto the porch at Harvelle’s, he leans against one of the posts supporting the roof and crosses his arms.

Heaven’s night sky is nothing short of remarkable. Dean can see the entirety of the Milky Way with thousands of tiny diamonds studded across the ink-black canvas. The galaxy has a pinkish-purple hue, and Dean can every so often spot a shooting star.

He doesn’t need to wish on them anymore.

The wind blows gently around him, and it feels like a caress across his skin. He closes his eyes for a moment, and takes a deep, cleansing breath: the air is crisp, pungent with pine, woodsmoke, and a touch of rain in the winds.

Dean tilts his head back so that it’s resting against the post. It’s still buzzing from the wine and the laughter and tears from the ongoing party inside the roadhouse.

He feels a pang of something he can’t quite place in the space between his heart and gut.

He misses Sam.

Something resembling worry or guilt begins to creep into his belly; unfurling behind his ribs and spreading through his limbs, leaving a tremble in its wake.

He wishes his brother could be with him now, just for a moment. Or at least somehow assure him that Dean’s alright. And Dean wants to make sure that Sam is too.

“He is.”

Dean’s eyes snap open and glances over his shoulder towards the voice.

“Hey, Dad.”

John approaches Dean from the doorway and takes a spot next to him, grasping the back of his neck with a gentle squeeze of his hand. He nurses a bottle of beer with the other.

“Sammy’s alright.” John says as he brings the bottle to his lips.

Dean casts his eyes downward, fidgeting with the toe of his boot. He doesn’t question how John knows what’s on his mind. He figures it’s a spiritual plane thing. Or maybe a parental thing.

Dean sighs with a sad smile. “Yeah. I hope so.”

John’s hand slips down to rub soothing lines across the planes of Dean’s shoulders, and he can’t help but revel in it—just a little. It’s the affection he’s always craved from his father.

“You did good, son,” John offers gently. “Real good. Sammy’s in good hands with Eileen.”

Dean lifts his eyes to meet John’s. He purses his lips together with a slight nod. “Thanks.” He doesn’t smile, not really. But Dean can feel his eyes soften.

John places his beer bottle down on one of the patio tables before stepping in front of Dean. His eyes are sad, Dean finds, which causes him to furrow his brow.

“Dean, listen…” John begins, and drops his gaze to his feet before looking up again. Dean’s stomach churns. “I know what kind of father I was to you-”

“Dad, you don’t have t-”

“No, I do,” John urges, voice thick and gruff. “But more than that, you need to hear it.” He reaches to place a hand on the side of Dean’s face and strokes his hairline with his thumb.

“I am so sorry,” John whispers as tears well in his eyes. “I never should have put any of my crap on you after your mother died. You didn’t deserve any of it. All you ever did was put me and your brother first. Always. You raised him, and that wasn’t fair. You took care of us and I didn’t take care of you.”

John takes a shuddering breath. Dean just stares through flooded eyes.

“Dean, I put the entire world on your shoulders when that was my burden to bear.”

John pauses, and reaches up both hands now to frame Dean’s face.

“I am so sorry.”

Dean feels hot tears slipping unchecked down his cheeks. He licks his lips and tries to swallow past the lump in his throat —he can’t — and he lets out a shuddering breath as he stifles a sob.

“I am so proud of you,” John continues, tears of his own falling down his face. He reaches his right hand to place it over Dean’s heart with a pat.

“You are the best man I know,” John breathes, watery. “And I’m so proud to be able to call you my son.”

Something breaks inside of Dean then; waves of catharsis crash through him, like waves against the jagged shore. John pulls Dean into his arms as Dean falls into him, clinging to his back.

He cries. He cries for all the times he should have been allowed to as a child. He cries for all the cuts and scrapes and bruises that were never tended to; he cries for the trauma, the shame, and all the pain and guilt and anguish of inferiority. For the years of self-loathing and self-sacrifice.

He cries for himself and for his father. He can’t stop shaking as sobs wrack his body.

John holds Dean tightly, squeezes, and his next words are like a balm to Dean’s soul:

“I love you so much.”

*

It’s some time later when the proverbial dust has settled.

Dean and John sit on Baby’s hood, sipping fresh beers and watching the light show in the sky above. Dean’s eyes are puffy still, and he feels completely boneless and exhausted. He allows all of his weight to sink against the windshield where he lays, and he closes his eyes to breathe deeply.

He feels healed. Like everything that was ever twisted and broken inside of him has fallen away and been built anew.

“So, tell me about your angel,” John says, eyes unmoving from the stars above.

Dean chokes a little on his beer as his body straightens. He places his bottle down next to him on the Impala’s hood and wipes the dribble of beer off his chin with the back of his sleeve.

He coughs once before answering, cheeks flushed hot. “Whaddya wanna know?”

John chuckles as he meets Dean’s eyes and gently smacks him across his chest with the back of one hand. “Come on, Dean. You slow danced to Journey with the guy. I know he ain’t just some ‘friend’,” John teases with air quotes, wearing the most shit-eating-grin that Dean has ever seen.

Dean ducks his head with a smile, trying to hide the furious blush that creeps into his cheeks. He runs his hand through his hair, rucking it up every which way.

“Well uh, yeah...I mean. Y’know. He’s uh. He’s not just a friend,” Dean supplies eloquently while rubbing the back of his neck. He mentally smacks himself upside the head. Smooth, dude. Real smooth.

“No shit.”

They both toss their heads back in laughter, matching laugh lines appearing near their eyes before Dean clears his throat and tries again.

“Cas’n’ I met a long time ago,” Dean starts, reaching for his bottle to fidget with the label. “He uh, pulled me outta Hell after I made that deal for Sam. I stabbed him the first time I met him.”

I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

John snickers. “Well that’s one way to a guy’s heart, I guess.”

“Only way I know,” Dean chides with a shrug as he brings the bottle to his lips. The beer is soothingly cold down his throat.

There’s a beat of companionable silence between them before Dean feels John’s hand clap his shoulder.

“I’m happy for you, son.” he says earnestly.

Dean drops his gaze with a smile, picking at his beer label again. “Thanks, Dad.”

John drinks from his bottle before giving Dean a smirk.

“Kind of a weird dude,” he teases.

Dean snickers and purses his lips. “Ah, a little. He grows on ya.”

Weird...dorky little guy.

A beat. “Only took a lil’ over twelve years,” he chastises himself gently. He feels something sad briefly cross his face before staring into the night sky.

John pats the side of Dean’s arm. “Love’s funny that way sometimes.”

Love.

Dean freezes and swallows dryly. His heart beats a little faster, because they don’t do this. They’ve never had a conversation like this. Especially about another guy.

“That’s what this is, right?” John asks, voice gritty with a smile. There’s not a hint of judgement in his voice. He sounds happy. “You love him?”

Dean looks down into his father’s gaze before licking his lips and glancing away for a millisecond. Almost self-conscious.

“Yeah.” He meets John’s fixed stare. “I do.”

John gives a watery grin. “Good.” And then he looks back up to the stars and takes a swig of his beer.

A puff of laughter escapes Dean’s lips as he does the same.

*

Harvelle’s door creaks open, and Dean grins as he lays sprawled out over the hood of his car, arms stretching out over the now vacant space beside him. He sits up straight and shifts his chin to the right; not enough to fully look over his shoulder, but he doesn’t need to see who is approaching.

He already knows.

“Hey Sunshine.”

Dean hops down off the car and makes the short stride to stand in front of Cas. He leans his hip against the passenger door, elbow resting on the roof. He clasps his hands together.

He gets lost in a sea of blue. Cas eyes bore into his soul.

“Hi,” Castiel says simply, reaching to run a hand down Dean’s shoulder.

Dean thinks they probably look like a couple of lovestruck idiots. Maybe they are.

Cas squints, and his eyes darken as he furrows his brow. “Your eyes,” he comments, and he reaches his hand to cup Dean’s cheek, brushing his thumb over the orbital bone.

Dean leans into Cas’s touch as he closes his eyes briefly, the angel’s hand warm and soft and huge.

“Are you alright?” he asks, lifting his free hand to brush Dean’s disheveled hair away from his forehead.

Dean hums softly and tilts his head to press a kiss into Cas’s palm. He shifts away from the car and leans closer into Cas’s space, resting his hands on the swell of the angel’s hips.

Moss green and cerulean blue.

Dean smiles a content, languid thing. He is so tired. Tired and healed and free.

“Yeah,” he whispers, voice thick and a little raw from crying.

Cas raises one eyebrow questioningly. “Dean—”

“Cas,” Dean whispers, reaching one hand to cup the curve of the angel’s jawline. “I’m okay. Me ‘n’ my dad...we were just setting some things straight.”

Cas gives a small nod, and fills the space between them completely as he encircles Dean’s waist, nuzzling into the crook of the hunter’s neck. Dean hums contentedly as he reaches a hand around Cas’s back, the other coming to cup the back of his head. Dean threads his fingers through the thick mess of black hair. His lips trail precariously close to the shell of Castiel’s ear.

“Good,” Cas says, voice layered thick with gravel.

Suddenly, Cas’s lips are trailing down Dean’s neck and he sucks at the pulse point, a maddening combination of teeth and lips before Dean feels the velvet heat of Cas’s tongue soothing over the bite.

“Oh.” Dean’s head starts to roll back but Cas is there, his hand catching the side of Dean’s face to steady him.

Dean opens his eyes (not even realizing he had closed them), and Cas is looking at him hungrily.

Fuck yeah.

Dean frames Cas’s face and dives in, and they’re finally — finally kissing in earnest, hot and deep and wet. It’s the best he’s ever had. Their tongues dance masterfully, lips sucking greedily, and Dean suddenly feels like his knees are gonna give out.

So he gently shoves Castiel against the passenger side door and presses his weight against him, and Dean grins through lips and tongue as Cas anchors him here.

Dean reaches to untuck Cas’s white dress shirt from his slacks, runs his hands underneath the fabric, and he moans when he finally gets to run his hands over the skin of Cas’s abdomen, his hips and the planes of his back. He’s soft and firm in all the right places.

Cas reaches down Dean’s waist and snakes his hands underneath his black tee, caressing the soft pudge of Dean’s belly before the angel’s hands go higher and his thumbs brush over Dean’s nipples.

Jesus. He’s growing hard already, and he shifts to slot against Cas’s pelvis and — yep.

Dean pulls back with a pant and stares into Cas’s blown pupils. “Everything works up here, huh?”

Cas just grins a gummy wide smile as they touch foreheads, panting and squeezing and touching bare skin.

“Jack and I built a house for you,” Cas says breathily, and maybe a little rushed before Dean brushes their lips together again and rolls against Cas’s hips. The angel’s head luls back and Dean runs a hand up the column of his neck.

“Us — you mean for us, right?” and it comes out a little needier than Dean wants, but he can’t be bothered to care in this moment.

“If that’s...what you want,” Cas pants, eyes never leaving Dean’s.

Dean grips the collar of Cas’s shirt and pulls Cas closer, noses brushing. “Yes, dumbass. I want,” he chuckles. And then Dean’s opening his mouth and kissing Cas again.

This is Heaven.

#supernatural #destiel #deancas #dean winchester #dean and John #fix-it fic #spn coda #I did a thing

[spnwriter]

I care for you differently

Summary: The reader goes on a solo hunt and get’s hit with sex pollen. Cass is there to help. 

Warnings: Slightly angsty, Smut, Kind of fluffy? 

Fucking Witches, I grumble as I walk down the stairs. Dean did warn me against going on this hunt alone. I told him that I'd been hunting for a long as he has. I managed to kill the bitch  but, not before she threw some kind of powder at me. Since then, I had been ridiculously hot. I didn't miss the wetness between my thighs. It had been a while since I'd had the time to deal with that kind of issue. Cass is waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Dean must have asked him to be there when I got back. Forever the overprotective brother.

"Y/N," Cass says. I can by the tone of his voice that he's worried. "You got hit by sex pollen." There goes Cass being blunt as always. Well than explains why I'm so wet, I think. "Yes, that would explain your arousal." Cass answers. "Cass, what have I told you about reading my mind?" "My apologies." "I'm fine. I'll just go deal with this in my room." I start walking away. "I'm afraid that won't work." I turn around to face him. "What?" I ask. "You cannot take care of it yourself. It has to be with someone else." "Can't I just ignore it?" I whine. It's been a very long time since I had sex. There hasn't been anyone since my fiance died. I can't bring myself to go there with anyone else. "It will be extremely painful."

"Cass." I frown. "There hasn't been anyone since Noah has there?" He asks. I shake my head. Maybe I can deal with the pain? "I can help to ease it. But it will be a difficult pain to deal with."   I nod. He instructs me to put on as little clothing as I am comfortable with wearing. I decided that a pair of running shorts and a sports bra. I was hesitant to wear such little clothing. I knew that Castiel would never make me feel uncomfortable. A soft knock sounds through my room. Cass sticks his head in the room."How are you feeling?" He questions. "Like I'm on fire," I complain. Cass did warn me that my body would overheat like it is. He steps inside the room. "I am going to take your temperature," Cass warns. He allows me time to cover myself if I feel necessary. I'm too hot to worry about my modesty at the moment. He raises the thermometer to my lips. I open my mouth for him to put it under my tongue. "Your temperature is getting too high." I can see the worry in his eyes. Has Cass always been this attractive? His lips look so full. God, how amazing they'd feel agianst my skin. He frowns at me briefly before he sighs. Right, he can read my mind. Sorry Cass. He smiles at me slightly. "We have to get you cooled down Y/N." "Ice bath?" I whisper. "I'm afraid so." He zaps us into one of the many bathrooms in the bunker. Sam installed a tub for me in this bathroom. I had made a joke about wanting to soak for the rest of my life once. Dean distracted me while Sam put it in. Cass snaps and, fills the tub full of ice and, water. I force myself to get into the tub. My teeth chatter as I submerge myself in the freezing water. Cass zaps out of the room to give me some privacy. I don't know how long I had been in the tub. I didn't feel any less hot. Cass popped in with a thermometer. "You're temperature has not gone down." He looks me in the eyes. He's trying to let me know that I no longer have an option here. He doesn't want to say it. He's trying to be gentle with me. "Y/N," Cass says. "I'll try to ease it again." Cass presses two fingers on my forehead. Just him touching me this innocently sent a spark throughout my body. I can help the noise that slips out of my mouth at his touch. He looks down at me. His gaze drops from my face for the first time. I can see his eyes darken as he takes in my figure. "Cass," I moan. "Y/N." "Please," I reply in hopes that he understands what I want. In a whirl of dizziness, we were suddenly in my room. I felt a chill run up my spine. I'm not cold for long. Cass wraps his arms around me. He brushes the hair out of my face. "Are you sure that you want this?" "Please, Castiel." He groans as he drops his head into my neck. "I love it when you say my name." He starts kissing down my throat. He grabs at my ponytail. He yanks my head back to give him more access to my skin. He runs his tongue along the top of my sports bra. He works his way back up to my face.His hand cups the back of my head. His lips are on mine. God, I was right about his lips feeling amazing. His tongue slides agianst mine. I could spend forever kissing him. "Let's take these off." He reaches to pull off my sports bar. I lift my arms to allow him to pull it off. It falls to the ground with a wet slap. His lips find my breasts. He sucks on my nipple as his other hand reaches for my shorts. He slides his hand into my shorts. He cups my center. He hums as his fingers run through my lips. "So wet." He murmurs.

His finger rubs my clit. "Cass." He pulls his hand out of my shorts. He pulls them down quickly. He grabs under my thigh muttering a jump. He lays me down gently on the bed. I grasp the longer hair at the base of his neck. I pull him down to kiss me. "Too many clothes," I mumble agianst his skin. A snap sounds through the room. I feel his warm skin on mine. I reach down to grasp his cock. He's so hard. Pre-cum leaks out of the tip. "I need to be inside you." He moans. I remove my hand from him. I lick my fingers where I had caught some pre-cum. I hum at the taste of the angle. He buries his head in my neck as he slowly presses into me. I've never been so stretched out before. He's by far the biggest I've had. He finally bottoms out. He pants in my neck. "So tight. So fucking wet." He groans out. I'd never heard him talk like this. Fuck, it was hot. "Cass." "Say my full name. You'll get what you want honey bee." "Castiel." I whine. I buck my hips into his. He grips my hips before pulling almost all the way out. He pauses, he's taking a second to observe me. He thrust forward gently. He's going slow and deep. His tip is hitting my cervix. "Fuck Castiel feels so good." He picks up speed. He hooks my right leg on his arm. I didn't think he could get deeper. He uses his other hand to rub my clit. The band in my stomach starts to tighten. "Are you gonna cum for me? Gonna cum all over this cock? Yeah, I want to feel it." I whine at the dirty talk. The band in my stomach breaks. I call out his name as I let go. "Feels so good." Castiel groans. He's close. I can tell by the noises he's making. He grinds agianst me. He fills me with his warm release. He presses a light kiss to my cheek before he pulls out. The weight of what happened hits me. Cass doesn't give me much time to dwell on it. He pulls me into his side. He kisses the side of my head. It was almost as if he could tell what I was thinking. "You did not betray Noah. He wouldn't have wanted you to be alone. He would have wanted you to have someone who cared for you like he did." "What are you saying here, Cass?" I look up at him. "Dean did not ask me to be here when you got back. I knew you went hunting alone. I wanted to be here in case you weren't okay." "You waited for me to come home so that you could know that I was safe." "I care for you in a way that I have not cared for anyone else." "Even Dean?" I tease. "I do care for Sam and Dean. But, I care for you differently. I cannot explain it." "I feel the same," I admit. "Does that mean that you'll be my as Sam says, girlfriend?" I can't help the giggle that escapes my mouth. "Yes, Castiel. I will be your girlfriend. If you want me of course." "I've always wanted you."

#castiel smut #spnsmut #Supernatural smut

[67impalaandwhisky]

Destiny Is Heaven Sent

Summary: Knowing Dean Winchester since you were fifteen, you’ve always been pulled in his direction. Always wanting to open up the rattled and broken cage your heart lives in. But when the child you’ve been raising together dies, you find yourself closing up the cage of your heart again. And if destiny has one thing for you, it’s to break you down before bringing you back up.

Characters: Dean x You, Sam, Castiel, Bobby, OFC’s, OMC’s, (Ongoing)

This Series Is Set Through Seasons 1-6 With Knowledge That The Bunker Exists

Rating: 18+

Warnings (Ongoing and Will Be Updated): Grieving, Mentions of Rape and Defilement (As Per A Case), Show Level Violence, Swearing, Smut, Impreg Kink, Blood, Fighting, Drinking, Dean Being Dean, Fluff, Angst, Dom!Dean, Sub!Reader

Warnings For This Chapter: Sexual Thoughts, Sexual Tension (!), A Break In The Case 

Chapter 3.

The slam on the door jolts you awake first thing in the morning.

With a whine, you hold your head before looking at Dean who's curled around you like a snake as he continues to sleep.

"Hey!" Sam yells through the door.

You hear the small tinkering in the lock before the door comes opening up with him crouched down right before it. He gives a nervous chuckle as you raise an eyebrow at him.

"Lock picking so early in the morning, Samuel?"

"We got a new body. Prostitute just like our first victim." He says before looking down at Dean as he buries his face into your bare side.

"Me and Dean will go. Let me just get him up." You say before giving his younger brother a weak smile.

Sam shakes his head, a smile widening over his face as he closes the door shut.

You look down to your left as you blink, trying to clear your mind of all the alcohol sluggishness you feel. He looks so peaceful when he's sleeping. No hardened eyes or worry lines on his forehead.

His lips are gently parted, the famous Dean stubble gracing his sleeping face. 

You want to open up the cage that surrounds your heart and that's exactly why you can't. 

You shouldn't want to do anything. And, maybe that's the harsh negativity in your brain but you can't see any other way around it. 

Letting him in would mean you would be vulnerable. Would he be the one to protect you? He would be the one to comfort you? 

He shouldn't have to.

Fuck that destiny stuff. Fuck that soulmate stuff.

But, you're frightened that there will be a time when you need him over anything else.

And it's slowly coming to that time. The time to just let out your demons and accept that you're not safe and sound if it isn't with Dean. 

"Dean?" You whisper softly as you nudge him.

He groans at the call of his name, nudging his hips closer to yours and you can feel his morning erection digging into your thigh as he sniffles gently.

You've felt it before, you've felt his hips snap and jolt against you looking for the heat of your body to get him off in his sleep throughout the years.

You can feel the fresh wave of arousal washing over you like waves. Your vision tunnels as you look down at his briefs.

He must have taken his pants off after you fell asleep.

His thighs are toned and taut as they flex beneath the thin black fabric of his underwear.

Subconsciously, you lick your lips as the outline of his cock protrudes through the fabric. 

You've always heard praise and moans through thin motel walls from the women he's fucked. Always moaning about how big his cock is and how it fills them so full. You always thought it was a show until now. He was packing something serious in those denim jeans of his.

You haven't been fucked in a long time. Too long if you're being honest. 

You can only imagine how his perfect pink lips would feel as they drift down your body. His calloused hands rough and urgent against your warm, soft skin. How his stubble would tickle you and make your skin only that much more sensitive for him.

Your hand cards through his hair and you lose yourself for a second as you watch him.

"Like what you see?" You hear him murmur, his voice laden with sleep.

Your eyes widen, your heart begins to pick up speed at the embarrassment of getting caught. 

Your hands react first, shoving him hard and fast away from you. He rolls off the bed and groans loudly as his body collides with the floor.

"Jesus Christ!" He whines as he sits up.

His eyes snap open, evergreen irises finding yours before he's rubbing the bleariness away with his fists.

"Let me give you a little lesson-," he cringes standing up before walking over to the counter and grabbing water, "if you see a hard cock, you touch it. You don't fling the person into the void." He grumbles before sipping the water.

You narrow your eyes at him, pulling the sheets over your half naked body, "Eat a dick, hot shot." You counter and he just simply smiles at the motel room floor before walking towards the bathroom.

"Relax, Candy girl. I like waking up next to you. Starts my day off right." There was no flirtatious tone to his voice, no wink. Nothing that would signify him trying to get into your pants. It brings a blush to your cheeks and neck. 

You find yourself grimacing as he shuts the door.

Wearily, you get up and grab your clothes before staring at the bathroom door.

Maybe if you crack the cage of your heart open only a little bit, it might suffice. Maybe if you just let him in a little then it would take away your pain.

"We have a new body." You call to him through the bathroom door.

He swings the door wide open as he steps out and you shield your body with your clothes as he leans against the door jamb.

"Let's get ready to gank this bitch then." 

You roll your eyes before shooing him away but you don't miss as his eyes drift over your almost bare legs that your clothes can't seem to cover.

His eyes flicker with mischief before retreating back into the bathroom with a sly smirk on his face.

God, if there was one thing that Dean knew it was that he was way more into you then you were into him.

Opening the passenger door to the Impala, he waits for you to step out of the hotel room. 

It's very rare to see you in a pencil skirt but the times that you do have it on, it's an experience for Dean. 

Your legs look so soft, your toned thighs are hidden and teasing underneath the constraining fabric, nevermind how pert and perky the globes of your ass look. 

He can't help the laugh he gives as you pull down the skirt uncomfortably, trying to make it go past your knees.

Everything you do is so endearing to him.

It's almost incredible to him that you've been the person you are since he met you and growing up he tried to get into people that were so absolutely different from you.

You were sexy and confident, not overly sexual and not flirtatious at all. You were focused and did your job to the best of your ability.

He admired everything about you in your entirety so when we looked for women, he looked for everything opposite of you. No one could ever be you nor would he want them to be.

"I feel so fucking restricted, this is horrible." You complain as you climb into the car.

"You look good." He comments simply.

You watch him walk around the car, his fingers tapping rhythmically against Baby's hood. He fixes his tie and you can feel your palms become sweaty at the sight of him in the rented suit.

You decided that you would start to open your cage, just a bit. Healing starts with you, it wouldn't just get better on its own.

Dean climbs into the car before turning to you. Without a second thought, you fix his tie even better than he could have done minutes earlier.

His breath stutters as you wipe off the shoulders of his suit jacket. Eyes widening a fraction as he looks down at you.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He murmurs as he starts the engine.

"Nothing." You reply as his hand purchases behind your chair.

What is it about Dean Winchester reversing a car that's so hot? The way he angles his body towards yours, you can smell all of his scents plus the citrusy bar of soap the motel provides.

He hums to himself as he begins to back up the car. You begin to count the freckles on his face before his eyes snap to yours.

"You are really weird today." He mumbles before pushing your hair off of your shoulder and squeezing it lightly.

"Marsh wouldn't want us to fight. He loved us being together." You say certainly as you look out the window.

Dean stops the car before turning to look at you fully. His eyes were roaming over your face. Your voice seemed peaceful. Were you letting him in again? Were you making the time to open your heart up for him once more?

"Yeah...he did love us being together." He replies as he tilts his head.

You give a small smile towards the window, watching him stare at you through the glass.

"Marsh would be mad at us if he saw how we've been acting." You say as you lower the window.

The man beside you stares ahead as he clears his throat.

You were opening up. He can feel his mood lifting into something on the sweet side of happiness. 

Maybe dreary clouds and terrible fights were on their way out. Maybe, you could start to be his life partner once more.

He smirks to himself as he stops at the light. 

"I'm glad you see it that way. I agree." He whispers before turning up the music.

On the way to the morgue, the car ride is filled with singing and laughs. Something that's been so distant in both of your lives for quite some time.

"Can you not touch that?" Dean asks as you throw your legs up onto the dashboard.

"What's got your panties in a twist, De? I want to listen to Kansas." You whine holding up the cassette. 

His evergreen irises flicker to you as he drives down the highway. You give him a wide smile, showing him your pearly whites and he smirks before grabbing the cassette.

"Fine just don't tell Sam I'm letting you pick the music." He mumbles before blasting the music as he lowers all your windows.

"WOO!" You cheer, the Indiana breeze blowing through your hair as you start to play the air guitar.

You can hear his hearty chuckle beside you as he speeds up the car. 

"You're the only girl I know that is me in the female form!" Dean yells above the music as he turns the car along the highways curves.

"Maybe that's why we make such a great team!" You call back as the melody of voices carries through the air.

"We're the perfect team, Candy girl! All I need is you, me, Sammy and a six pack of El Sol!" He yells as the engine revs loudly.

Sitting in the motel room by his lonesome, Sam taps his cell phone against his temple as he scrolls through his laptop.

What kind of pissed off spirit has the mojo to do this? There's not a single haunting as far as the eye can s-

"Hello Sam." He jumps in his chair before turning to the voice of Cas as he stands before the small kitchenette of the room.

"Hi Cas. Jesus." He mumbles before carding his fingers through his long hair.

Castiel stands quietly as Sam shuts his laptop.

"Uhhh Cas? Did you come for a reason?" The taller man asks as he grabs his cup of coffee.

"Yes." The angel replies and Sam nods slowly before raising his eyebrows.

"Okay. So. Why're you here?" He asks aloud as Cas sits down at the small table.

"We have to make Dean and Y/N fall in love with each other." Sam groans loudly at his words before sipping his coffee.

"Cas, I told you. I've tried but Dean just doesn't want to hear it. He's been hearing it since he was sixteen from our dad." The taller man notifies as he rests his elbow on the table.

"We should tell Y/N." Sam narrows his eyes at the angel before laughing.

"Yeah? Do you think she would take it better than Dean?" 

Cas ponders on the thought for a second before humming uneasily, "No. In fact, I think she might try to hit me for suggesting it and break her own hand in the process." 

Sam gives him a thumbs up before rolling his eyes. 

"They already love each other. They just have to get over the whole initial terror of being actual people with one another." He mumbles as Cas stares at him.

"Yes. But they need to do the act of love for destiny. God sent everyone a direct message, and they are just not heeding it." Sam leans forward at his admission.

"God wants Y/N and Dean together?" Sam asks loudly.

"Oh yes. It's been aware to all angels for quite some time. Right after you went into the cage." 

"Well why didn't you say that before? That's kind of a big deal, Cas!" Narrowing his eyes at the vessel of Lucifer, he stands back up.

"It isn't as big of a deal as it should be, apparently. They aren't even taking this seriously." He deadpans, his voice getting dangerously low.

Sam scoffs before looking down at his phone.

"I don't know what to say. They just have to figure it out on their own." He mumbles.

"Useless." Cas says before vanishing from sight.

Sam lets out a groan before opening up his laptop once more.

"You're useless." He whispers under his breath before continuing his research.

Pulling at your skirt, you shove the doors open exiting the morgue with your best friend by your side.

"They both were pulled from the same corner, both were aspiring models that wanted to just make some extra cash to live." Dean says as he takes off his tie.

You frown before giving up at the uncomfortable fabric and groaning loudly. 

"Would you stop? You look like your diggin' up your ass to find gold." He whispers as people walk by you into the building.

"Yeah well, this skirt fucking sucks! I feel trapped in a cocoon!" You bark back as you walk towards Baby.

"Your butt looks good though." He compliments calmly as he walks around the car.

"Shut up!" You admonish as he opens the door for you.

"Look! I can't even move my legs!" You complain as you try to stretch your legs, the fabric only giving way about four inches before you find your legs trying to close from the tightness of the fabric.

Rolling his eyes he unbuttons the top button of his dress shirt.

"Yeah, alright. I hear you. Let's go back and change. God, you whiner." He says, leaving your door open as he rounds the car to open his own.

Throwing your body into the car, you unzip the back of your skirt before sighing happily.

Dean looks over before his eyes widen and he grips the steering wheel tightly.

He can see the revealing skin beneath the open zipper, the gentle parting of your asscheeks below the tight fabric.

"Are you kidding me?" He complains as he turns on the engine.

"I don't feel as suffocated, leave me alone." You mutter out as you unbutton a few buttons on your blouse.

You were used to tight tank tops, loose jeans and combat boots. 

His eyes falter to the soft looking skin in his peripheral again, his tongue tracing over his bottom lip before clearing his throat.

"Just wear suit pants next time. Jesus." He says as he pulls out of the parking lot.

"Let's go change and get a beer. I'm thirsty." You tell him as you lower your window.

His head turns to watch you while he stops at a stoplight as you angle yourself out the window. The globes of your ass press tightly together as you fix yourself comfortably in the seat.

Running his large hand over his face, his bottom lip tucks between his teeth. 

You don't even know how sexy you are. You don't even care. That's what gets him so hot and bothered when he's alone.

"Light's green." You comment as you look at the autumnal leaves on the trees. 

God, what if he could just wrap his big hand around your waist and tug you into his lap. Pull you over the middle console of Baby and grip those sexy cheeks between his fingers.

So fucking pert and per-

"The light's green, idiot." You tell him as a car honks behind him. 

Sticking up his middle finger, he abandons his wildly horny thoughts to drive down the road.

"So are we getting beers?" You ask as you sit properly in the passenger's seat.

"Oh yeah. I need a drink." He murmurs, turning up the music loud.

"Yeah well we need to be quick about this. Another victim seems to be coming up." You say as you sit down in the booth of the dive bar with your two best friends by your side.

Throwing your legs over Dean's lap, you watch as his hands immediately grip them tugging you closer to his body on instinct as he sips his beer.

"There's not a single haunting in this town of Missouri." Sam whispers as the waitress comes over.

"Hey guys! Can I get you another round?" She asks, her eyes immediately wavering to the older brother as she pushes some hair behind her ear.

It doesn't quite bother you as much as you would think. Dean's been getting pussy since you both met. 

"What do you want?" He asks you, his thumb drifting over the leather of your thigh high combat boots as he ignores the waitress.

"Whisky and coke." You say as you look through the documents Sam has printed from a nearby Staples.

Dean leans closer to you and you freeze, your eyes flitting to Sam. You can feel your heart begin to beat faster, can feel your breath stuttering in your throat.

"You have an eyelash." He mumbles as he picks the lash off of your cheek.

Pulling back he holds the eyelash on his index finger in front of your face before turning to the waitress.

"I'll have what she's having. Sammy?" 

"Same." He murmurs suppressing his smile as you narrow your eyes at the younger brothers.

The waitress smiles, "Three whisky and cokes coming up. You want your drink extra strong, handsome?" 

Dean clears his throat as he pushes his empty beer bottle farther away from himself.

"Whatever you're giving my girl is good enough for me." He says calmly.

You wish that things would just fall into place, for the pain to go away and for your heart to be soothed and open once more.

You blow the eyelash off of his finger before leaning back in the booth. 

"She's your girlfriend?" The waitress asks, pointing at you with her pen.

You don't dignify a response as you stare at the pages of information on the victims. You're used to Dean turning the flirting into his nightly pleasure within a few minutes. 

"My wife, actually." Dean says before he finishes off your beer and grabs some papers on the case you're working.

Sam smiles widely before finishing his beer and you roll your eyes, suppressing the smirk your face just naturally wants to give. 

Her smile falters as she grabs the empty beer bottles before nodding.

"Lucky girl." She says and you snort before looking up at her.

"You don't know the half of it." You deadpan, earning a loud laugh from the younger best friend on your right.

Dean doesn't even watch her walk away, he plays with the laces of your boots as you continue to rifle through the papers.

"She was pretty." You comment as you turn your attention to him.

He looks up from your boots just to shrug, "Not in the mood." 

His brother lets off a low whistle as he leans his shoulder against yours, "Dean Winchester isn't in the mood? Has the world ended?" 

You giggle at his joke while his older brother grimaces. 

"Shut up." He mutters.

"Here you go. Three whisky and cokes." The waitress says as she begins to take them off the tray.

"Thank you swee-" He stops himself short before looking at Sam, who gives him a teasing smile as you put down the two photos of the victims on the table.

"Oh my Gosh. Those are the victims, aren't they?" The waitress whispers quietly as she leans against the booth.

"You know them?" Sam asks as he pushes his hair back.

"Of course. We haven't had murders or prostitutes for a long time around here." You sit up straighter, pulling your legs from Dean's lap.

"A long time? Online it says you never had any." You ask, tilting your head.

Dean sips his drink, staring at you instead of the waitress.

It's cute when you become interested in information, the way your shoulders straighten and your neck sticks out just a tad.

"Well yeah. The mayor probably doesn't want people to know that his grandmother was actually a prostitute. Or so they say." You hum intrigued as you pick up your drink.

She notices how keen you are and continues to speak, angling her body towards you.

"Apparently back in the early nineteen hundreds, there were prostitutes on that very corner. The mayor's grandmother being one of them. There was a guy named Morley Rosmund that had sex with one of the women from the corner behind his wife's back and she got pregnant. When he told her to get rid of it, she ended up killing him. She had sex with him first and then put his body through a woodchipper. Only up to his pelvis though and then she left him. Since then, all prostitutes have been disappearing on that corner for years." You nod at the story, your eyes flickering to Dean as he shakes his head with a wry chuckle.

"And no one talks about this?" Sam asks as she stands back up.

"You just need to talk to people that do know the tale, I guess." She says with a shrug before nodding to a group of people that call her from the other side of the bar.

"Well I'll be damned." Dean lifting his glass.

"Cheers." You say before clinking glasses with the both of them.

"Guess I'm putting on a dress tomorrow." You mutter as you write down the dead man's name.

"Can't wait to see how uncomfortable you get with that." Dean jeers with a laugh as he picks your legs back up and puts them on his lap.

Raising an eyebrow, you watch as he strokes the leather of your boots.

"It's comforting." He mumbles before finishing his drink with one large gulp.

Yeah, it is comforting.

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@all-about-turquoise part two of this is finally here!!! smut and angst and tags under the cut

Nobody is keeping watch. Somebody probably should be, definitely should be, since Dean already can't keep quiet. Benny's attached himself to the sensitive skin of Dean's neck just below his ear, just above a pulse point, and he’s got one arm thrown across Dean’s stomach, two fingers tucked into the belt loop on Cas’s coat. Cas has one hand cradled under Dean's head to keep it from knocking back against the stone floor of the cave, and the other twisted around Benny's suspender, tugging him closer, while he presses feather-light kisses to Dean’s forehead, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, the dip in his chin.

They've never done this before, not all three of them. Well, not exactly. Dean saw Benny once, watching him move against Cas in the dappled gray-green light of a clearing, made eye contact with him over Cas's shoulder and fell over the edge when Benny reached down to palm himself through his trousers, shaking and biting his cheek so hard he drew blood.

But this is different. Dean could lose himself with, between, under Benny and Cas, but he finds that isn't what he wants. Not this time. Not right now, at least. There will be time for that later, after, somewhere with a big standing shower and a soft mattress, where they can take their time and there’s clean clothes they can strip off and leave in a pile on the floor. And there’s something better than spit. He swallows, thinking of Benny moving inside him and Cas against him. Or Cas inside him while Benny nudges against his mouth. Or -

He wriggles free and hauls himself up to sit against the rough stone wall of the cave.

"Dean?" Cas says, voice rough, pupils already blown wide.

"Will you -" Dean starts, then finds he doesn't know what to say.  "Please -” His gaze flicks between the two of them propping themselves up on their elbows to look at him. Cas’s hair is a wreck already, mussed from where Dean curled his fingers into it to pull him closer and stop teasing, damn it. Benny’s coat is hanging off one shoulder, his suspender twisted into the collar of his shirt. Dean licks his lips.

"Lookin' for a show, chief?" Benny says, raising one eyebrow at him.

Yes. He wants Benny and Cas together, two forces of nature meeting in the middle. He wants to see, even if they can only move against each other in too many layers. Dean grabs a fistful of his jeans to keep his hands from shaking.

Benny looks Cas up and down, a slow grin spreading across his face. "What do you say, angel?"

"Yes," Cas says simply, like he had been waiting for them to ask.

They reach for each other and Dean forgets how to breathe.

Where Cas and Benny are gentle with Dean, together they fight. It’s teeth and rough hands pulling at clothes and thighs shoved between knees. It’s heavy breathing in the stillness of the cave, the stillness of the dawn or the twilight or the noon before a storm, and it’s bitten-off noises Dean realizes are coming from him just at the sight of it all.

Before long, Cas has a hand between them, working at Benny’s belt, the buttons on his trousers. Benny rucks up Cas’s coat to palm at the swell of his ass, hooking his fingers in the waistband of those grimy scrub pants and easing them down. There’s a hiss from Cas at the contact, hot flesh against hot flesh, and Benny extricates one hand to spit in it.

Dean swallows, watching the rolling push-pull of their thrusts into Benny’s hand. He can’t see it all, not with their clothes in the way, but there’s the smooth motion of Benny’s hips, the intense concentration on Cas’s face before he tips his forehead against Benny’s to look between them.

And Dean can’t take it anymore. He unclenches his hands from where they’re fisted in the rough fabric of his jeans so hard he has to wiggle his fingers to get the blood flowing again.

Benny looks up at the sound of Dean's zipper, loud in the quiet hush of their heavy breathing. He grins at the sight of Dean taking himself in hand, then lets out a hiss when Cas bites at his exposed neck and takes the opportunity to throw his leg over Benny's and flip them so he's astride Benny, one knee planted on either side of his hips. And oh, now Dean can see.

Cas bats Benny's hand out of the way so he can rut against him unimpeded for a moment, fully on display for Dean, who bites off a groan at the sight, at the feeling of his own grip involuntarily tightening. He drops to his elbows over Benny, smoothing the hair at Benny’s temple in an unexpectedly gentle move that has Dean aching for when this is all over, for after so suddenly that he nearly misses Cas’s quiet “prends soin de lui” to Benny, who nods once and squeezes Cas’s hips. “Si on le trouve, promets-moi,” Cas says in a rush.

“Je promets.”

“Et - et prends soin de toi. S'il vous plaît, je -”

“Castiel, je comprends. Je promets.”

“Didn’t know I’d need to understand French to keep up during sex,” Dean says, breathless at the way Castiel rolls off Benny’s tongue. He’s moving urgently now, fire coiling low in his belly. They are too. The smooth motion of Cas’s hips stutters against Benny, who cranes his neck to look up at Dean and wink, but there’s something off, something guarded in his expression, except Dean doesn’t have time to figure it out because Cas is reaching a hand out for him, grasping the bare skin of Dean’s ankle.

Cas tugs at Dean’s leg. “Viens - Dean. Come here.”

There’s a wild look in Cas’s eyes as he grabs at Dean to pull him closer with one hand, reaches down to take hold of himself and Benny with the other. Dean hauls himself up to kneeling and shuffles over not very gracefully, unable to keep his hands off. But Cas rolls off Benny, pulling Dean back down between them, and suddenly it’s all hands and hot flesh against the bare skin of Dean’s stomach where his shirt got rucked up in the shuffle and Benny’s mouth at his ear again, breathing huffs of hot air there, and Cas’s forehead against his, blue eyes boring into his until it’s too much and Cas leans in to capture Dean’s mouth, swallowing his cry as he falls over the edge.

Benny follows with a sigh, then Cas, who pulls away and drops his forehead to Dean’s neck, right against his racing pulse.

They lie there tangled together for a moment, a minute, an hour, Dean isn’t sure. Long enough for him to think about after again: lazy mornings under fresh sheets and clean washcloths by the bed to wipe themselves with and a shower big enough round two for the three of them. And then he thinks about breakfast and mowing the lawn and taking a drive just for the hell of it, and everything he had with Lisa, but with Cas and with Benny, and he remembers why he shouldn’t think what if.

After they clean up and resume the trail, there’s a leaf, a wind, and then a spell and a strange cold-warm fullness in Dean’s arm. Leviathan. Cas slipping away, grabbing desperately for his arm, the sleeve of his coat, anything. A blink.

Fresh air and the sound of a forest at night. Sights, sounds, smells all ramped up to eleven after the muted gray of Purgatory.

And no Castiel.

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Banned Together Bingo 2020 | Almost Porny, But Not

Title: Begone, Shadows of the Heart Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Pairing: Destiel Word Count: 1339 Summary: It has been many a month since Dean last laid eyes upon his angel love, Castiel. They find themselves together in a dream, and the strength of comfort of their touches drives away the shadows.

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The depths of sleep had dragged Dean into a dream. Castiel, the angel he loved so dearly was leagues away, yet his lips were pressed against Dean’s when he came to.

Smiling, Dean reached up and caressed his face, fingers traveling over his lips with a gentle touch. The effervescent blue of Castiel’s eyes shone like stars, the ages and wisdom of his being held within them. Yet on the surface itself was love, yearning, and Dean knew the same emotion would be reflected upon his own face; green eyes meeting blue.

“This is a dream,” Dean murmured softly, all the while letting Castiel lead him to a bed as red as the first fingers of dawn, or a fallen rose petal.

“It is,” Castiel confirmed. He lowered Dean upon the mattress, Dean aiding him in his endeavor. As Castiel joined him on the bed, holding himself over him, he carried on, “Yet it is real. I am here with you.”

“And I with you.”

Dean took hold of Castiel, plunging his hands into his dark hair. The angel straddled him, leaving him filled with lust. Their lips met, yet it was not the gentle caress of before. This was a wild thing of teeth and tongues. Their touches bespoke of their desire for connection, and for the comfort they found in it, the cost of their love paling beneath that saturating comfort.

They kissed in earnest, a moan leaving Castiel’s mouth that would end up in Dean’s. Dean pulled back, Castiel deciding to keep ahold of his lower lip, worrying it between his teeth. A groan of need left Dean, and his hips reached up for Castiel’s.

Castiel moved against him, the both of them alight with want and need. There was not a thing that could still that most beautiful of flames. The fire flickered within them both, making soul and Grace glow.

“I want you,” Dean admitted in a voice as quiet as the waters of a small stream whispering over rocks.

Castiel did not seek to answer, only to beget what he held in Dean so dearly. His soft lips sought Dean’s neck, lavishing him with fervent attention. A growl left Dean, and a groan soon followed, falling from lips swollen from their passions. Pleasure alit in Dean at the touch of Castiel’s warm mouth against his neck. All the while, his love was undoing the fine silver ties at the front of his tunic, baring skin that had not been touched for some time. Skin that awoke and came to life under the large, strong hands of the angel.

Castiel had wielded swords, blades, and now he did so with the need within Dean that had sparked to the surface. Light burst through the whole of their bodies.

Tunic lying open, Castiel lay kisses upon the planes of his chest. When he sucked on a nipple, Dean took ahold of his silk tunic, and attempted to make away with the pesky thing. His own calloused hands traveled beneath the wake of Castiel’s clothes, touching bare flesh that was warm with life.

Dean dug his fingers in, hard enough to bruise the skin of a man, as Castiel gave attentions to his nipple with his tongue. He describe a circle about his hardened, rosy skin. Dean’s breath hitched in his throat, and his head tilted back of its own accord, his body making a bow and giving itself to Castiel.

His other nipple was shown the same care before Dean was aware of him kissing his way down his torso. He took care to suck and lick, to enliven his excitements. Yearning in his very blood, Dean wrestled with him and wrapped his legs about his thick body, hands admiring the lines of his face now.

“Is this what you wish?” Castiel asked, pausing in his ministrations and gazing upon Dean.

“I have wished for this every night since our parting.”

“Then we shall fulfill that wish.”

Castiel palmed at Dean’s thighs, dangerously close to his aching and lively yearning.

“Please,” Dean pleaded.

A wicked grin was set upon Castiel’s face, and he climbed up his body. After a playful bite to his nose that sparked a grin upon Dean’s face, he said, “Not just yet.”

Dean growled, and he set upon Castiel. His body moved in strong undulations, trying to arouse the very pleasure in him he wished to become victim to. He grabbed hold of him and threw him down upon the bed. In seconds he was clambering atop, legs wide for him.

Castiel opened his mouth to speak, but Dean leaned in, and pressed a finger to his kiss-swollen lips. “Yes, this is most unlike me, Castiel, but I will have what I want. No games from you.”

“But you like games,” he reminded him.

The recognition of his wants had a groan build up in Dean’s chest. He grabbed Castiel’s wrists, holding them by his head. Castiel’s legs were wrapped tight about Dean, and his lips worked in fervent tandem with his own.

He released his quarry for a few mere seconds to divest himself of his tunic. Castiel’s eyes widened at the beauty he surely saw. Dean wished for Castiel’s skin to be bared as well.

He began working his tunic off of him, and Castiel aided in his task, lifting himself up just long enough for the material to be taken from him.

Hard bodies and soft skin met, heat living and breathing between them. Dean restrained his angel once more, eliciting a growl from his throat.

“Do you want me?” Dean questioned against his lips.

Castiel answered, tone a breathy, tremulous thing, “Release me, and discover that for yourself.”

“Perhaps I like having you where you are.”

“Not a chance.”

Castiel fought Dean, and his superior strength had him being the one to hold his lover’s wrists. Using his legs, and his fierce hold, he rolled Dean onto his back once more. He took to him with a fury Dean had not felt for many a month. It breathed life into him in dark, shadowy places he had not known he’d had. Their lips met again and again; they caressed; they held—the desire within them building to a blinding light.

Dean’s bottom lip bled from Castiel’s fierce attentions, and his skin was marked with red in the shape of his hands and fingers. Castiel’s body was much the same.

Their actions became something near-brutal, both wanting the other an inordinate amount. It had been so long. So long...

As was their usual, they fought; not with words, but with the touch of flesh, the moving of limbs, the hard press of weight.

Castiel’s hands traveled beneath Dean, grasping at him, pulling his hips upwards. Dean used this as an opportunity to show Castiel his want, to press it against him.

Their voices became one as they released the knowledge of their pleasures into the warm air. Their bodies grew hot, movement beginning to have sweat bead upon Dean’s forehead.

Castiel took to Dean with relish—biting his jaw, working the sensitive skin of his ear between his teeth, licking, licking, licking… Dean returned the favor, making this a giving of himself. He gladly offered, and Castiel hastily and greedily took.

Mouth open, head leaning back, Dean ground against Castiel.

“I know not when I’ll wake,” he managed to speak. “Perhaps we should get on with it.”

As a response, Castiel began to slide off the leather clothing Dean’s lower half. The beaming of their radiant smiles banished the grief of parting in Dean’s heart, and he willed that they would see each other again, yet the time between moments would stretch far too long. The agony pierced Dean.

Sensing his toils, Castiel assured, voice soft as down, “It will be all right. We shall see each other again.”

Dean nodded at the words, and pressed into him, mouth nearly against his. He responded in strong, enduring tones of stipulation, “We shall see each other again, my love.”

#bannedtogether2020 #destiel #spn #fanfiction #supernatural #fantasy!au #high fantasy!au #destiel fanfiction #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #writing #my writing

[bijoharvelle]

It happens right after they get Jack back.

Or, it happens right after they get their luck back.

Or, it happens right after they get back from Purgatory for the second time.

Or --  no, sorry. Look, it’s been happening for over a decade, since Castiel laid a hand to Dean to raise him from Hell, and since Dean warned Castiel not to make him open a door and Castiel told him he would give anything not to. It’s been happening through Heaven and Hell and Purgatory and the Empty and fucking Maine.

But it finally happens, really, in the Bunker, after they get Jack back. 

Sam and Dean are thrilled and Castiel is too but he keeps flinching. Dean catches it in the corners of his eyes, like Castiel is looking over his shoulder for something, waiting for some attack. At first, Dean just chalks it up to the second guess of a thing too good to be true. They got Jack -- it’s enough to wonder at what price, what will come next.

It turns out to be much worse.

Sam and Jack put their heads together over the books, which leaves Castiel and Dean to beers. 

“You gotta relax, man,” Dean says as he slides a bottle to Castiel. “Just take the W -- we got Jack. Enjoy it for a minute.”

Castiel doesn’t look up, doesn’t respond, just rolls the beer bottle between his hands. And then, finally, in a broken voice, “Dean.”

It doesn’t happen until after Castiel spills the whole of the story out to Dean -- Heaven and Dumah and the Empty and the deal. The stupid fucking deal. Dread seeps cold and heavy into Dean’s stomach and, well, like he said: at what price? It’s worse than staring down the barrel of his three-hundred and sixty-five days till Hell because this has no ticker. A shoe hovering except the shoe was eternal nothingness.

There are loopholes and semantics abound that could be exploited based on what the thing said but Dean has a feeling they won’t be that lucky. He doesn’t think insisting that Castiel just never forget about the Empty, or never let himself be happy, will work.

“What if you weren’t an angel?” he tries anyway. His throat clicks and he hasn’t taken a drink from his beer in almost an hour.

Castiel doesn’t answer, just settles a look to Dean. His eyes are weathered, weary, and Dean can tell that he doesn’t want to fight this one. He doesn’t want to spend hours and days on end trying for a way out of his bargain. His shoulders hunch and his head tips forward and he never even opened his own beer so Dean pushes both bottles aside.

“What about Jack?” Dean asks in a rush. His hands clatter across the metal table, reaching for Cas’s, holding both of them between his. “He woke you up before, yeah? So when the big ugly takes you, he just… He just does it again.”

“Dean,” Castiel says again. He shifts his hands so that the fingers are hooked around Dean’s. Cas opens his mouth to say more but Dean looks away and there’s a horrible noise coming from his throat.

It’s a chewed-back sob and Dean tucks his face against his shoulder because this isn’t fair, this isn’t fair, nothing about their lives is ever fair but this-- “I’m the one supposed to make stupid, sacrifice deals here,” he says finally, voice raw. It’s a joke, a poor excuse for one, but Castiel does due diligence toward a smile.

“I’m very sorry for stepping on your toes.”

Dean laughs, something loud and wet and then he’s not laughing, he’s crying. “This fucking sucks, man.”, 

Castiel nods. And then, cradles one of Dean’s hands in both of his. “There’s time, though. I -- With Jack, with you and Sam, with…you.”

Dean looks back at that, finds Castiel’s blue, blue eyes and he’s been this strange constant for the better half of this fight. He had lost him, sure, to fights and Crowley and Naomi and Gadreel and then to Lucifer, to the Empty. That last time was the only time Dean really felt the loss, didn’t feel anything when he prayed to Cas (begged, pleaded, wept at the foot of his bed and asked for him to come back, come back, come back, please, God, Cas, please), was the only time Dean really believed that Cas was gone. And he was gone to the Empty and now that very place, thing, was holding both ends of Cas’s thread.

He wouldn’t be coming back again.

And so it happens, has been happening, finally happens.

Dean twists and rises from his seat and pitches toward Castiel. Their faces are an inch apart, less, Dean stops and just drops his forehead to Castiel’s. They close their eyes -- Castiel breathes out, Dean breathes in. “Cas?” he asks and his mouth is practically on his now so when Cas nods it both answers his question and does the job for him.

They kiss, noses nudging clumsily and Dean has one hand planted on the table and the other still tangled in both of Cas’s. They kiss and Castiel inhales like he’s drawing oxygen from their touch itself and Dean can feel the linger of tear tracks on his cheeks. Their lips part, just barely and Dean opens his eyes to find Castiel smiling, eyes still shut. “I could have sold my soul a little sooner,” he offers.

“That’s not funny,” Dean protests.

“Fine, then, you could have gotten your act together a little sooner,” Castiel says and it’s a tease but it still scoops something raw and throbbing from Dean’s chest.

“Cas,” he says, voice breaking and Cas saves him the embarrassment, kisses him again, firm and hot. Dean gives as good as he gets so this kiss is as rough and pleading as the first was soft and searching. The table between them becomes a real hindrance so Dean shoves back from it, notes the condensation print of his palm that marks the metal, and pulls Castiel to him, full-body.

Dean holds tight across the tops of Castiel’s shoulders and Cas reaches back, locking up around Dean’s back except where one hand just brushes through his hair and Dean might be crying again or he might be laughing again but he is for certain kissing Castiel again, and again, again.

Somehow, they find their way to Dean’s room, passing through the quiet murmur of Sam and Jack talking that drifts from further out in the bunker. It’s not a mad dash or a stumbling fit of pressing backs to walls and searing kisses. They just walk, steady and sure, shoulders brushing and when they turn one corner, Dean takes the cuff of Castiel’s trench coat to hold on to.

When the door is closed behind them, Dean fidgets and then blurts out, “Will this do it? Do you think…?” He trails, gesturing vaguely to the bed and then wincing at the implication.

“I don’t know,” Castiel answers without much hesitation -- like he’s parsed the question before Dean even thought to ask it. And maybe he has, maybe he’s played out all the possibilities: getting Jack back, Dean getting his shit together. Cas says he doesn’t know, but Dean is pretty sure this will be okay -- after all, there’s still that whole thing with Chuck to worry about, right?

But they are on borrowed time now so Dean steps forward and Cas does too and they meet in the middle. Carefully, Dean pushes off Castiel’s jacket, undoes his tie, slips the buttons of his shirt free. He creates a puddle of Castiel’s clothing and when he’s finished they’re both panting, with swollen lips and obvious erections and Dean has far too many clothes on, which is something Castiel begins to rectify with a low, throaty hum.

When they tumble onto Dean’s bed, it’s like the universe sighs. Like something deep within destiny finally can stop holding its breath.

The next morning, Dean takes a minute to get his bearings, to remember it all. Jack, Cas’s bargain, mouths and tongues. He reasoned with himself the night before that this wouldn’t be the thing to take Cas but now he can’t be sure and he holds his breath.

He opens his eyes and finds Castiel sprawled in the space next to him in bed. Castiel’s hair is reminiscent of when they first met, when Cas always smelled faintly of melting metal and looked just sideways of human, and his eyes are closed with faint lines of veins showing in the delicate skin there. Dean reaches out, puts a hand to the expanse of Cas’s back -- between the spaces where wings might rest -- and Castiel stirs.

His head lifts up and then he turns to Dean, eyes quizzical. “I really thought that might be it,” he says.

“I’m good but I’m not that good,” Dean teases. And then he shifts his weight, leans toward the angel and slides their mouths together. He ends up with one of Cas’s hands palming his cheek and interest stirring below the belt.

“You’re better,” Castiel says into his mouth and it only half-makes sense but then they’re kissing again and maybe they’ll find a way to kill a pre-primordial cosmic entity or maybe they won’t or maybe Cas will annoy the thing into submission again or maybe Jack’s love for his father will overcome any banal evil or maybe none of it matters, maybe tomorrows will come and memories will last and Dean will, at the very very least, have this and so will Cas.

#destiel fanfic #destiel #deancas #deancas fanfic #i'm not v happy with this but i needed to be soft for my boys so #THIS ISN'T AN 'EMPTY-TAKES-CAS' FIC JUST TO CLARIFY!!! #my stuff

[440mxs-wife]

Test Results, Part 3

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

You awoke to find a pair of ocean blue eyes gazing in your direction. You smiled in return at the handsome face of Castiel, your boyfriend of five years. It had been almost a year since his grace was stolen from him, turning him into a human. Even though he lost his grace, it did nothing to diminish your feelings for Castiel. You were more than happy to share your heart and your bed with the one you love, whether he was an angel or a human.

"Good morning, Honeybee," he said in his husky morning voice.

"Good morning, my angel," you returned. You reached up with your left hand to caress his cheek. Castiel closed his eyes as he leaned into your touch then he kissed your palm. He rose up on his left elbow, while the back of his right hand gently grazed your face.

"So beautiful...." he whispered, just before he swiftly captured your lips with his in a fiery, passionate kiss. You felt the depth of his love behind it, along with a hunger you had not known before from Cas. Your fingers threaded their way through his raven black hair, massaging with your fingertips, earning a groan of appreciation from Cas.

You tilted your head back to expose your graceful neck to him. Cas dropped a trail of soft kisses across your neck, while he took nips at the skin here and there. One of those nibbles turned into more of a love bite at that sweet spot where your neck meets your collarbone. You gasped at the sensation, knowing he'd left a mark for all to see.

"Marking your territory, my love?" you teased.

"I merely want the world to know that you are mine, sweetheart," he grinned. "I love you."

"And I am yours, Castiel. Now and forever, yours and only yours," you replied. "I love you, too. Shall we wander into the kitchen to make some breakfast?" you asked.

"Hmm. I think I'd rather stay right here," Cas said huskily. "I can't wait for breakfast to be made, I'm too hungry now," he growled playfully and pulled the covers over both of you. Then he took you down the path of sweet discovery, giving and taking pleasure in each other.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A couple of months later, you were in the laundry room and had just finished moving clothes from the washing machine to the dryer. Suddenly, you felt the urge to run to the bathroom, where you proceeded to lose your breakfast. Castiel heard you getting sick, and once he found you, he rubbed your back and held your hair out of the way.

"Are you all right, Honeybee? Can I get you anything?" he asked in a worried tone.

"I'm fine, Cas. I think it was just something I ate. Let me get cleaned up, wash my face and brush my teeth. Then we can maybe watch a movie?" you suggested.

Cas drew you into his arms and kissed your forehead. "As you wish, sweetheart. I'll get you a washcloth to clean up, then I'll meet you in the living room," he promised. You nodded and gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek, which brought out his megawatt smile.

As you were patting your face dry, you started to wonder what could have caused you to get sick like that. It wasn't flu season, and you didn't think it was food poisoning. Wait a minute...., you thought as you did the math in your head. Oh no. You gripped the edges of the sink and checked your reflection in the mirror. What am I going to do? you wondered.

You slowly walked out to the living room area to where Castiel was sitting on the couch. He watched as you carefully sat next to him and leaned your head on his shoulder. He put an arm around you, drawing you close and kissed your forehead. "Is everything okay? You seem like you are still not feeling well," Cas remarked.

"Just a little tired I guess," you replied. As the movie played on, you found yourself less and less interested. Your thoughts kept drifting back to earlier when you were washing your face.

Cas noticed that your full attention wasn't on the movie. He paused it, which caused you to look up at his intense blue eyes. "I may not be able to read your mind anymore, but I have a feeling that there is something occupying your thoughts," he remarked.

You hesitated before answering. "Do you ever think about children? Having them, I mean?" you asked timidly.

This time it was Castiel's turn to hesitate. "Not really. I mean, I love children, they're a gift from my Father. But as an angel, if I were to have a child with a human, for example, it wouldn't be well-received. A nephilim has great power, and there are those who would not treat it kindly or want to kill it. I couldn't take that chance with the child or its mother. Why do you ask?" he finished.

"Only curious, Cas. Don't get me wrong, I love being together with you, just the two of us. But, I also have thoughts about being a mother as well," you added.

"Honeybee, you would make a wonderful mother, if and when that time comes," Cas assured you. He pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him. Your arms went around his neck, to pull him closer to you. Your lips crashed together in a series of hot, fervent kisses, trying to leave no territory untouched.

Cas rested his head on the back of the couch, granting you access to his neck. You worked your way across to his collarbone, taking playful nibbles at his skin along the way. When you reached his sweet spot, you turned the nibble into a love bite, leaving your mark. You pulled back a little to see his lust-blown pupils, which fueled your desire.

Suddenly, Cas flipped you around so you were on your back on the couch. He inched up on the hem of your T-shirt, little by little, dropping sweet kisses on your lower torso. Your hands tangled in his hair, lost in the feel of his lips on your exposed skin. "Sweetheart," he murmured against your stomach. "Come fly with me," he whispered. You nodded and followed him to your room, where you continued what had begun in the living room. Good thing you remembered to lock the door.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A week had passed, and your bouts of nausea had not improved. You quietly made a doctor's appointment so that you would know once and for all if you were pregnant or not. You slipped out of bed early in the morning without waking Cas. You left a love note for him to see when he first woke up.

At the doctor's office, they drew a sample of your blood and sent it to the lab for testing. About an hour later, the results were confirmed. Pregnant. You thanked the doctor, then sort of stumbled your way out of his office and out to your car. As you sat behind the wheel, contemplating your next move, your phone rang. Caller ID said it was Sam, so you picked up.

Sam asked where you were, and he told you that you needed to get back to the bunker right away. He said that it had to do with Cas, so you said you'd be there as soon as you could. You hung up your phone and quickly headed for the highway to home. When you got there, you demanded to know where Cas was.

"He's gone," Dean replied.

"Gone?!? What do you mean gone??" you cried.

"His grace was found and an angel returned it to him, so he's back to being an angel now," Sam explained.

"The 'courier' angel said that Cas was urgently needed in Heaven to help settle the civil war going on up there. They didn't know how long he'd be gone, either. Cas tried desperately to get the angel to wait until he could say goodbye to you, but they wouldn't," Dean said. "Where were you, anyway?" he asked.

"I-I was at the doctor's office. My nausea wasn't getting any better, so I made an appointment. At least I know what's causing it, though," you answered.

"Well, what is it?" Sam asked.

"I'm pregnant," you whispered. "And Castiel is the father." You looked from Sam to Dean and back again, then burst into tears. Both men rushed to your side and engulfed you in a hug. They each whispered soothing words in your ear, telling you everything would be fine. They promised to be with you every step of the way.

Although you appreciated their kindness, the one you wanted by your side through all of this was currently unavailable. You didn't get to say goodbye to him before he went back to Heaven. He didn't even know that he was going to be a father.

You broke out of their hug a bit to face them. "You guys can't tell Cas. He's got too much going on up there, and he needs to focus. I don't want to give him anything more to worry about or have as a distraction. Please?"

Sam and Dean looked at each other in silent communication. "You have to tell him. At some point anyway," Sam gently pleaded.

"Yeah, pretty soon, you're not going to be able to hide that, no matter how big of a hoodie you wear," Dean chimed in. You shot him a dirty look, which effectively silenced any further comment from him about your body.

"Well, I won't be hunting anymore, that's for sure. I'll hang back here and do the research for you guys, which should keep me out of trouble," you reasoned.

"What should we do if we need to call Cas for help, and he asks where you are?" Sam wondered.

"You'll just have to tell him....I don't know, something. Say that I'm not feeling well, or I went to visit a sick friend, something like that. Unless you think I should go to Donna's or Jody's until the baby is born?" you asked.

"We'll just have to play it by ear for now. In the meantime, can we get you anything? Pickles and ice cream?" Dean teased.

"How about some egg rolls from my favorite place in town?" you asked hopefully.

"You got it, sweetheart. I'll go and get that, then some more beer too. For me and Sam, though. Be back in a little while," Dean said as he kissed your forehead.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A month or so later, you had your first sonogram. Sam went with you, and thus he got to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time. You both had tears in your eyes at hearing the heartbeat from this miracle of life, growing and developing inside you. When the lab tech left the room so you could get changed back into your regular clothes, Sam turned to you.

"Thank you so much. It was a privilege to be here for that. Even though I know you'd rather have had Cas here, I'm honored that you chose to share that with me," Sam declared.

"You're welcome, Sam. You're right, I do wish he was here, but I had one of my best friends by my side. Thank you for agreeing to do this with me," you replied.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The next month wasn't quite so easy. Sam and Dean were on multiple hunts, sometimes back-to-back, so you had to go to your next doctor's appointment alone. You were kept busy with the research the boys needed, so that made time pass quickly.

Dean said that they had to call Cas in on a couple of cases, both for the extra manpower and for his healing capabilities. He said that Cas asked about you, and was genuinely disappointed that you hadn't come with them.

The civil war in Heaven was still going on, but Cas felt confident that it would be wrapped up soon. Cas asked the boys to tell you that he still loves you and can't wait to be with you again. Sam and Dean passed along the message and reminded you that you were going to have to tell Cas soon that he is going to be a father.

A couple of weeks later, you were in your chair, reading a book you had chosen from the library. Suddenly, you heard a whoosh of wings, and your beloved Castiel appeared. He wandered through the bunker, scanning for you. When his eyes locked onto yours, he ran towards you, reaching your position in three long strides. He cupped your face in both hands and drew you in for a long passion-filled kiss.

"Oh, Honeybee, how I have missed you. I couldn't stand to be away from you for one more minute. I love you so much," he gushed. "Is someone else here with you? I am detecting two heartbeats," he questioned. He looked down and saw that something about you had changed while he was gone. "Are you....is that....a baby?" he managed to ask.

You nodded, unable to speak at the moment. "I'm almost five months along now, Castiel. I'm so sorry that I wasn't here to say goodbye when you went back--" he cut you off.

"Whose baby is that?" he demanded.

"What?? Whose do you think it is?? Do you seriously not trust me to stay faithful to you, after everything we've been through?" you exclaimed.

He took a step closer to you, anger showing in his face. "Who is the father? Sam? Dean? Someone else?" he growled.

You looked him straight in the eye and said, "YOU are. This is your child. I got pregnant before you got your grace back, so this is a human baby not a nephilim. I can't believe this," you sobbed as you ran to your room.

Sam and Dean came down the spiral staircase in time to see you run off to your room in tears. They saw Cas sitting on the couch, his head in his hands. "Why didn't she tell me?" he wondered.

"Cas, buddy, she didn't find out for sure until the day you left to go back to Heaven," Dean explained. "She was at the doctor's office that day, getting a blood test for confirmation," he said.

"So, you and Sam have known? All this time? And didn't think to tell me?" Cas asked.

"I asked them not to," you replied. You walked over to the couch and sat down, but decided to keep your distance for the time being. "Cas, you were involved in a civil war up in Heaven. I knew you had a duty to fulfill. If I had told you that I was expecting your child, you wouldn't have been able to concentrate. You would have been too worried about me, which could have caused you to be distracted, then you could have been killed! I couldn't live with myself if that happened."

"You still should have found a way to tell me," Cas muttered. He swiftly rose from the couch. "I-I need to go somewhere and figure out what I'm going to do about all of this," he remarked.

"Cas, please don't go, you just got here! We can work this out together, just like we always have! I love you," you pleaded.

"I'm sorry," he replied and with a fluttering of wings, he was gone.

You sank onto the couch, too stunned to speak at first. Tears silently streamed down your cheeks as you realized that you may have just lost the love of your life, forever. In that moment, your heart broke a little more with the knowledge that your child may not get a chance to know its father. "Oh, Cas. I'm so sorry that I didn't tell you. I don't want to raise our child alone. I love you so much. Please come home," you whispered.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Another month went by, and still no word from Castiel. You prayed to him every night, begging him to come home, but he never appeared. Finally, one night, you made one of the hardest decisions of your life. You stopped praying to Cas, because you had decided to let him go. You would raise your child without him, and hope that wherever he is, he's happy.

Castiel was wandering around the hallways in Heaven. To the other angels, he looked like a shadow of his former self. He had a near-full beard, his clothes needed washing and he could benefit from a long, hot shower. The other angels steered clear of Cas, rather than risk his wrath at the slightest mistake.

Gabriel knew that Cas wasn't himself, and it was because he was heartbroken over you. The light was gone from Cas' eyes, and Gabriel knew only you could put it back. He asked Cas what had happened with the two of you. Cas explained about your last meeting and finding out about the baby. He assured Gabriel that it was conceived during the time he was human, so no nephilim to worry about.

"So, why aren't you down there with her right now, taking care of her?" Gabe asked.

"She withheld important information from me! She knew about the baby on the day I got back here to Heaven, and by the time I found out, she was almost five months along. Sam and Dean knew the whole time but didn't tell me, because she told them not to," he retorted.

"And why do you think she did that?" Gabriel wondered.

"She said....it was because I was up here, trying to stop the civil war. She thought that knowing about the baby would be a distraction, that I would worry too much," Cas replied.

"Would she have been right? If so, then she made her decision to withhold the information out of her love for you. She couldn't bear to have something happen to you if you were too worried about her and the baby on Earth," Gabriel explained. "Question is, do you still love her?" he asked.

A dawn of understanding came over Castiel and a smile crept across his face. "Of course I do! I love her with all of my heart. She's carrying my child, and I want to be there for the both of them," Cas declared.

"Good answer! I hereby discharge you from your heavenly duties to be with your true love and your child," Gabriel replied. Just then, they both felt a rumbling, and lights flickered for a few moments.

"What happened?" Cas asked.

"Uh oh. You'd better get cleaned up fast, my brother. That rumbling you felt? That's what happens when your soulmate lets you go," he explained sadly.

Cas hung his head. "She's been praying to me ever since I left, but I was too busy being hurt, that I didn't go to her," he remarked. "Time for that is over now. I have things to do," Cas said with a determined look on his face.

"Go get her, Castiel. Go get your soulmate back," Gabriel said softly.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Okay, I think I've got everything. I'll only be gone at Ruthie's for a few days, for the baby shower and hanging out with her. If you guys need anything, though, just call me and I'll come back," you said.

"Will you get going?" Dean chuckled. "This is your first real vacation since who knows when. You deserve this, so go have fun. Hope you get lots of cool baby stuff at the shower. Don't worry, Sam and I will be fine, we can do our own research," Dean assured you.

Sam put your bags in the trunk of your 1968 Chevy Nova. You climbed into the driver's seat as best you could, given your current condition. "I'll call you when I get there. See you in a few days," you promised. Sam and Dean each leaned in through the window and kissed your forehead, then waved as you drove away.

When Sam and Dean returned from the garage, they saw Castiel standing by the map table. They exchanged glances between them and kept walking to the kitchen, not saying a word to Cas.

"Where is she? I need to see her," Cas pleaded.

Sam and Dean both ignored Cas for the moment, too focused on fixing themselves a snack and getting something to drink. "I know you both can hear me. Please, I need to know where she is. We have unfinished business between us," Cas remarked.

Dean was the first to speak. "You should've taken care of that a month ago," he seethed. "Do you know what it's been like for her ever since you left? She prayed to you every night, Cas, crying and begging you to come back. Every night. But you never came."

Dean continued. "Sam and I nearly had to force her to eat, so that she kept her strength up for herself and the baby. We went to her doctor's appointments with her. All stuff you should have been doing, had you been here. So, excuse us if we don't feel like telling you right now where she is. You've hurt her enough," Dean retorted.

"I realize that I didn't handle the situation very well when I first found out. And you're right, I should have worked this out with her long ago. I'm here now, though, and I need your help. One thing I have to know, though," he gulped. "Does she still love me?" Cas asked in a small voice.

Sam and Dean looked at each other in silent communication. "Of course she does, Cas. You know she's not one to hold a grudge. But, you have to know, she's been hurt pretty deep. It's going to take something huge on your part to win back her heart," Sam explained.

Cas reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, black velvet box. "I found this at a place that sells vintage jewelry. Do you think she will like it?" Cas asked.

The boys examined the contents. They both gave a low whistle in appreciation. "Cas, that's beautiful. Does this mean what I think it means?" Dean asked.

Cas grinned and nodded his head. "Will you help me? Please. I need her back in my life. I'm lost without her, and I want my child to know who his father is," he pleaded.

After a few agonizing seconds of exchanged glances, Sam and Dean nodded to signal that they were on board. "Okay, here's what we do," Dean grinned and rubbed his hands together conspiratorially.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Boys? I'm home! Can someone give me a hand with my bags?" you shouted but were greeted with silence. "You know, they can help me take them out to the car, but bringing them back in? Must be too much to ask," you grumbled aloud. "Guys? Where are you and why aren't the lights on?" you asked.

At that moment, the main part of the bunker was awash in twinkling fairy lights. Rose petals were strewn about on every flat surface. You heard soft music playing in the background as you slowly descended the stairs, leaving your bags for later.

You picked up a few rose petals and brought them to your nose to inhale their scent. As you put them down, the voice that you had been longing to hear for the past month broke the silence.

"Hello, Honeybee," Castiel said softly.

"Cas?" you whispered. "Is it really you? Where have you been?" you asked, your voice thick with emotion.

"It really is me, and I've been....hiding up in Heaven, I guess you'd say. I had some things to sort out in my head, things about us, and the baby. But by the time I finished doing that, I thought I'd been gone too long to come back. That maybe you wouldn't want me anymore."

Cas continued. "Sweetheart, I am so sorry for all the hurt I caused you by not coming home to you sooner. I hope you can find it in your heart to someday forgive me. I want us to be together, a family with you, me and the baby. I am lost without you, and I want our son to know his father. I love you with all of my heart," Cas finished.

As Castiel was giving his speech, he was slowly walking towards you, until he was standing directly in front of you. He could see the tracks of your tears, which he wiped away with his thumb. You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, having missed it for so long.

"Cas....I've missed you so much. I prayed to you every night, but you never came. I thought that you didn't love me anymore, so I thought my only option was to let you go. I did that so that you would have a chance at happiness, even if it was with someone else," you explained.

"Honeybee, the only woman who has and will ever make me happy is you. In fact," he knelt down on one knee and withdrew the velvet box from his trench coat. "I have loved you from the moment I met you. You are kind, generous, funny and smart. Your outer beauty is only surpassed by your inner beauty. I can only hope to make you as happy as you have made me by being in my life. Will you marry me?" Cas asked.

He opened the box to reveal a simple yet gorgeous vintage engagement ring. Overcome by emotion and unable to speak for a few moments, you nodded your acceptance. "Yes! Yes, of course I will marry you! I love you, Castiel," you replied.

Cas took you in his arms and embraced you as carefully as he could, given the stage of your pregnancy. "Oh!" you felt a flutter in your belly that can only be described as your baby kicking. You placed Cas' hand on your stomach, just in time for the baby to kick again. A soft look of wonder crossed his face as a tear slipped down. "He knows who his daddy is, Cas," you explained.

He leaned down and kissed your belly. "Hello, little one. I'm your daddy. And even though we haven't met yet, I already know that I love you and would do anything for you." He turned to you with love shining in his eyes. "Thank you. You are my everything and I love you so much," he finished.

"I love you too, Castiel. Welcome home, my angel," you replied softly.

#castiel #castiel x reader #spn imagines #spn fluff

[fandomnerdespressourself]

If you think it’s love

Category: Fluff, Angsty asf, GN.Reader

Warnings: (っ∩_∩)っsoft , bad words, deep?, feelings, death, and blood

Gender neutral - I'm trying to keep my fix for all. If you see any mistakes pls tell me thank chu and enjoy. ^_^

Castiel x Reader

I can't stop loving you, my feelings somehow grow more. Each second, minute, hour, day, whether you're close or far, my love for you will never burn out. Love is to be said as ethereal, both heavenly and beautiful, but also destructive.

 Castiel ran behind y/n throughout the bunker, the boys were out for an errand. Once he reached them he wrapped his arms around them and lifted them up slightly spinning them both. At that moment y/n squealed feeling Castiel’s arms around them, a soft giggle left their lips. Once he set them down on their feet and turned them around they stared into each other's eyes. Ocean blue eyes on warm hot chocolate ones. Y/N put a hand on his cheek softly caressing it before moving their hand behind his ear to play with his soft hair. Cas stared down at y/n lovingly, he closed his eyes feeling comfort and warmth. He opened his eyes for a brief moment just to lean down and capture their lips with his own.

All of you that’s is you, keeps luring me in a way I can’t stay away no matter what. If I was able to find a way to stay away... My heart and soul will find a way to make it back to you. It'll always go back to you.

Castiel and y/n laid in bed cuddling, Cas drew small nothings on y/n’s exposed skin from their lower back. Soft music played in the background as the two couples enjoyed the calm, relaxing, and peaceful atmosphere. Castiel opened his eyes when a specific song came, he got up to put the volume up just a tad bit. Y/N stared at him confusingly thinking why did he move from their comfortable position. Cas then turned around and looked into their eyes holding his hand out for them,”d-do you..would you wan-.. doyouwannadancewitheme?” he asked, fumbling with his words at first before saying the question he wanted to ask quickly. A small but deep blush dusted on Cas’s cheeks. Y/n looked at him surprised and nodded. Y/N sat up gently taking his hand. Cas pulled them up carefully as if they’d break and pulled them close to him. Y/N chuckled softly as they noticed Cas struggling with where he should put his hands. Y/N moved them to their waist as the other held their hand. Y/N stepped closer and soon began to move, Cas quickly followed, both moved at a slow pace. In the middle of the song, y/n let go of Cas’s hand and laid their head against his chest. Cas looked down at them and moved his hand to their waist, pulling them closer. Their bodies were so close to each other, hardly any gap around. The pace didn’t speed up nor slowed more than it already was, it was the same pace. They both danced in peace and relaxed in y/n’s room while “It’s you by Henry playing in the background.”

I can't keep my gaze away from your beautiful eyes. How they bore deep into my eyes touching my soul every second within a minute. My gaze into your eyes turns into a soft admiring stare, I see my stars and Galaxies... My world in your soul. A whole perspective that is all you, so damn mesmerizing.

Castiel sat on the edge of the bed staring at the ground as he heard y/n walking back and forth. Soon he heard nothing he looked up and saw their hurt eyes staring at him as if he had kicked a puppy in front of them. “No explanation on why you’re leaving me?” they asked. Cas chewed the inside of his bottom lip before standing up, “I can’t tell you, as much as I'd like to I can’t I’m sorry I just want to pro-”

 “No don’t give me that! you know full well I can protect myself Castiel, whatever it is I can handle it-’

 “I never said you couldn't I just don’t want to put you in danger-”

 “My life is always in constant danger! I hunt monsters for g-”

“ I LOVE YOU OKAY... i- I can’t lose you,” he said, y/n stared at him in shock that was the first time they've heard I love you for him and the last. After a few seconds of quietness Castiel had to go, he went up to them and tried to kiss their forehead but y/n moved away and didn’t look at him. Castiel was hurt at their actions, but he understood, he looked at them for a small moment before walking out. Y/n stared at the wall closing their eyes as they heard the door close. After two minutes of just standing there in silence, their walls crashed down. Their emotions hit them like a tsunami, they grabbed a framed picture of Castiel and them before hurling it to the door. They sat down on the bed and slide down onto the ground crying.

I can't keep my touch away from yours

It brings me warmth, comfort, and protection.

I can't help but stare at you and I realize we aren't that different from each other as I see your soul from the outside.

Y/n poked their food with their fork, listening to Sam and Dean discuss a case up in Michigan. They played around with their food before looking up to see the brothers staring at them, worried and concern etched on their faces. “Sorry, what happened?”, y/n asked. Sam gave them a small smile, "we were just discussing the case over at Michigan. You up for it?" Y/n thought for a moment and nodded, "yeah, I'm down for it." After a few minutes, Sam's and Dean’s conversation resumed and y/n again was lost in thought, poking at their food. Dean looked over his eyebrows furrowed a bit, "okay, what's up?" Y/n looked up shaking their heads before mumbling that nothing was wrong, that they were just not hungry. Dean gave them a weird look once he heard their response, Sam's expression deepened in concern. Just as they were about to question them, y/n gave them a look to not ask, Sam and Dean understood tried their best to carry on their conversation occasionally looking over at y/n. After 5 minutes y/n mumbled a quick excuse me, they got up and put away their plate knowing that later one they would probably want it later.

Everything that is you shines so brightly as the stars do in the galaxy. As crazy it may sound, they lead me out into the light where you stand.

You're my candle. You’re the key out of this disaster my mind has created to prison me. We live in different worlds, with not much to say, every day is a storm that can make us stronger, but as we are apart and time passes it makes us weaker. Weaker in a way that our connection is fading, but will still faintly remain there. There's no way of knowing if it's the start of sunrise or if the midnight moon is up in the sky, for It's always dark. In an endless sea that drifts lost souls further apart, until they sink and disappear.

Sam, Dean, and y/n walked into an abandoned warehouse. Many in the town have reported sulfur smells and strange occurrences happening along with many going missing. Dean gave some signals motioning for Sam to go straight while y/n went to the right and Dean to the left. They all separated and searched the building. Gun in hand ready to shot, y/n’s eyes scanned the building before they were hit hard in the back of their heads making them fall unconscious. A soft groan escaped their lips as they regained consciousness. They heard their names being called and looked up with a slightly blurry vision of Sam and Dean asking them if they were okay. All three were tied up to a chair, y/n nodded slowly, their chin was then grabbed roughly pulling it upwards. A blurry figure came to view, they knew it was a demon. "Tsk you are my key to get your pathetic boyfriend down here." Y/n pulled their head back before thrusting their head forward headbutting the demon, "You bitch. Maybe I should speed up the process, gag them up we're about to have some fun with y/n." Screams began to echo throughout the warehouse as Sam and Dean moved in their chairs trying desperately to break free from that chains that were holding them down.

Warm hands, bodies together

Sleepless, restless nights

It's like it's a parallel universe, but it's not. It's not because we live in the same world, just different life and doings without you.

Although I love you, I fight battles within.

We all do, but I struggle to stay up

Sam and Dean looked down at Castiel with Y/n in his arms not knowing what to do. Castiel held them in his arms, the sight of his loved one was breaking him in so many unimaginable ways the pain so intense. He didn't know what to do, he couldn't even heal them. His grace had been through so much it had weakened. He tried his best to press down on their bleeding injury it was the best and only option he could do for now. Y/n had looked into his watery ocean blue eyes before looking down to see their injury, more tears streamed down their faces now realizing what it meant. Their condition was critical, there was no way they'd be getting out of here with them alive. Even now when the angel had killed all the demons in the warehouse. Y/n looked over at the two brothers, “take care of each other for me okay. It was fun hunting with you guys. Everything will be okay.” Sam and Dean knew best then to say something, Sam had tears streaming down his face, Dean was holding them in with a solemn expression. Y/n attention then moved over to the angel, their left hand reached up Castiel's face as their hand shook, "hey...l-look at me. I- it's okay." Their voice was shaky and getting weaker by the seconds. They slightly shifted and moaned in pain, they had to hurry, it was getting harder to breathe. "Castiel... take care of yourself for me okay, take care of Dean and Sam too. Don't feel guilty about this, it isn't your fault I know how you think. So much guilt on your shoulders I- ... You're strong and enough." A painful dry cough broke the silence afterward. Y/n looked into Castiel's eyes one last time before their hand fell as she whispered, 'I love-', ..but they never got to finish. Their warm hot chocolate eyes were now dull and lifeless. He pressed down on their injuries trying to stop the bleeding, but it was no use.. they were gone. His tears fell before shutting his eyes tightly wishing it was all a dream that he'd wake up and they'd still be here.. but as soon as he opened his now blue stormy eyes it had truly dawned to him that it was real and it wasn't a dream. His shoulders shook as harsh sobs echoed off the walls of the warehouse. The brothers flinched as they heard their best friend’s painful sobs.

They break me as I go into the shallow, only to be pulled in more and walk deeper in. Surrounded by the darkness, under a faint faint light far away you, you will see me, in my misery bringing myself down

Laughter echoed off the walls of the bunker’s kitchen, Dean was telling a story about a bar incident that happened back three weeks ago. Cas and Sam were laughing their asses off while Dean chuckled taking a sip of his beer. The night was wearing thin, Sam had gone to bed hours ago, Dean held his beer bottle upside down for a second to see if he had finished it. He glanced over at Castiel before standing up and picking up the mess mostly made by him. He walked over to Castiel and patted his shoulder making sure if he was okay. Castiel looked up giving Dean a small smile, “I’m heading to bed man, don’t stay up too late.” He patted his shoulder before walking out of the kitchen and to the hallways that take him to his room. Cas glanced around after half an hour and stood up. he cleaned the remaining of the mess, turned off the lights, and walked down the same hallways dean had to go to his room. Right as he was about to open his door he looked over to the side. Soon he found himself standing in front of y/n’s door, a room that hasn’t been touched for over two years. Cas reached for the doorknob and twisted it, right as he was about to push it open he stopped himself. He shook his head a somber expression took over his features. He released the doorknob and walked back to his room, taking a deep breath he closed the door releasing the air, and headed to bed.

You will see me, in my misery...

#castiel x reader #castiel x you #castiel x y/n #castiel imagine #supernatural x reader #supernatural x you #supernatural imagine

[sams-sass]

You Found Me Pt. 4

Hi! Here is part 4 to You Found Me. Thank you for all the love. 

Read Parts One, Two, Three, and Five here:

Part One 

Part Two 

Part Three 

Part Five

Epilogue

Summary: You and Sam finally get steamy. The four of you investigate a case.

Characters: You, Sam, Dean, Castiel 

Pairings: Sam x Reader 

Warnings: Smut, discussion of past mistakes, talk of bad choices.  

You were sitting cross legged on the large counter in the kitchen, the metal cool against your skin. Tears hit the metal as you let out all your sadness and sorrow. Your hands were in your hair, holding up your head as your shoulders shook. The light in the kitchen suddenly came on making you look up.

“Y/N?” Sam walked into the kitchen, a concerned look on his face. “What’s the matter?” He asked as he placed his hands on your shoulders trying to catch your eyes.

“I just miss her so much.” You said, covering your face with your hands and letting your forehead fall against his broad chest.

“Who?” he asked stroking your back.

“My best friend. She was the only person I had left from childhood. We had already gone through so much together and now I feel as though I may never see her again. It makes my heart ache, she was my family. She saved my life.” You said looking up at him, connecting your eyes to his.

“What do you mean?” He asked you, one hand coming to rest on your face, wiping the tears away with his thumb.

“When my parents died I was alone. I had no family, no one to turn to, they were going to put me into foster care. I went down a pretty destructive path, I got pretty risky. I started skipping school so the social worker couldn’t find me there, I hardly ate and rarely slept. I snuck into bars and got attention from men who in no way should have been giving a 16 year old attention. I just wanted the pain to stop. Then she came to me one day and took me to her home, gave me a homecooked meal, a bed, someone to talk to. I remember the first night I cried in front of her, it was the first time I let myself actually feel sad about my parents death. She just listened with big sad eyes and no judgement about how I tried to kill my sadness. She made me hot chocolate and put on a movie. When I told her about these chocolate scones my mom used to make when we watched movies, she had me walk her through the steps and made them for me. From then on, we were inseparable. Her parents took me in and treated me like one of their own. She saved me.” You said as fresh tears fell down your face and you looked into Sam’s hazel eyes, looking for comfort. He was so sad for you, he felt so torn. Part of him never wanted to let you go, but the other part of him wanted to take you home and let you continue to live your happy life. You reached one hand up and let Sam’s hair twist between your fingers. You closed your eyes and let the sadness slip away from you as you breathed in Sam’s scent. Felt his skin on yours. Your eyes fluttered open to stare into his dilated pupils, lips parted, nostrils flared. Your breathing quickened as both your hands wrapped around his neck and you felt his hands slide down your body to your waist. He pulled you closer so you were now sitting on the edge of the counter and he was standing in between your legs.

“I want you Sam.” You said as your back arched, pressing your chest into his.

“I want you too, Y/N. I want you so bad it scares me.” His face was so close now, you could feel his breath across your skin. His lips lowered to yours and everything else slipped away until there was nothing else but Sam. He groaned as your lips opened for his tongue to explore your mouth. Your hands pulled on his neck slightly so he was bending over you. His hands slid further down and grabbed your thighs, fingers digging into the soft skin. In one motion he pulled you off the counter and into his body, your legs wrapped around his waist. His head was tilted up slightly kissing you with all of his pent up feelings. His feet quickly took you into his bedroom and he kicked the door closed with one foot. He laid you down on the bed and kissed his way from your lips to your jaw then down your neck, he bumped your cheek slightly with his nose as he nuzzled into the swell of your shoulder. Your hands dragged down his back to the hem of his T-shirt, pulling up. He sat up and grabbed the back of his shirt, ripping it off him. You stared at his expansive chest and toned muscles. He placed his hands on your knees and ran his hands up your thighs to your pajama shorts. He slowly took your shirt off as his hands caressed every part of your body. You were panting under him as his head lowered again to your chest. He kissed your sternum and bit the tops of your breasts with small playful bites. You were moaning and running your fingers through his hair. His lips finally grazed over one nipple as his hand came to pinch and roll the other between his large fingers. He licked and bit until you were seeing stars.

“Y/N, your sending me what you are feeling.” He said coming to rest between your legs, looking you in the eye once again.

“Would you like me to stop?” You asked him with a small smirk even though you could feel he didn’t.

“No, please don’t.” He said with a smile, once again lowering himself down your body. He sat up between your legs and lifted your left leg by your ankle. He kissed all the way up your leg until he got to your inner thigh where he once again left small and playful bites on your skin. His hands came to rest on your hips as he placed your legs over his shoulders. You could feel his desire and need rolling off of him, he wanted to make you feel so good. He wanted to show you what you do to him. His tongue licked you, circled your clit, and tasted you until you were yanking on his hair and your hips were bucking. He pulled away before you reached your climax and you looked at him, confused.

“Sorry, I feel what you feel remember. I was about to come as well.” He said through heavy breaths. Sweat was sticking to his skin as he pulled his pants off and laid in between your legs once again. He lined himself up and kissed you deeply as he pushed himself inside you. A deep moan left both of your lips as his body stilled over you for a moment. His head lowered into the crook of your neck as his hips started to rock slowly. You knew if you came, Sam would too so you tried your best to hold if off as long as possible, but he felt so good. He was hitting the right spot inside you as his pubic bone rubbed your clit with every thrust. You placed your hands on his shoulders and felt the walls that you had put up trying to keep his thoughts out come tumbling down. His mind was swirling with images of you, your hair falling around, your head tilted back as you laughed. Your back arched as the light was shining from your chest and hands the night Roweena removed the mark of a witch. You in the kitchen making the scones while telling him about your mom. Your eyes looking into his. Your hands on his face, pulling him towards you.

Sam was moving faster now, getting caught in the feeling of you. You realized that you could also feel him, his pleasure. This was more than anything you ever experienced, the connection between you two was getting stronger. You leaned up and placed your face into his shoulder, kissing and moaning into his skin. His hand slid down your body to rub your clit, sparks shot throughout both of you. Your head flung back against the pillow, your back arched and your toes curled as you all but screamed.

“Y/N.” He said as he was completely consumed by your orgasm and his. You both laid there, panting as you came down from your highs.

“That was…”

“Incredible.” He finished for you with a small laugh. “That was absolutely incredible.” He said turning his head to look at you.

“Yeah, it was.” You agreed curling into him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and traced patterns across your skin with his fingertips. Your hand came to rest on his chest as you played lightly with his chest hair. He kissed the top of your head as his other hand found yours to hold. You could feel that he had never felt this good, this content. To be honest, you never did either. You both satiated each other, fulfilled one another, made each other whole. Realizing this was almost overwhelming. For the past couple of days it had been a crush, an understanding between the two of you. Now it felt like so much more than that. You never wanted to leave him, and you knew he was never going to give you up. You both eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms.

You woke still tangled in Sam. His hot skin pressed against yours as his scent invaded you. You smiled at him and wiggled slightly, pushing yourself deeper. He responded immediately, his arms wrapping around you tighter. You heard his breathing change as his body rolled on top of yours causing you both to laugh. He kissed you and ran his large hands down your entire torso and letting them rest on your hips. Your stomach growled and his head shot up and looked at you with amusement in his eyes. You laughed again and got up to get dressed. Walking into the kitchen you toasted bagels and fried some eggs. Dean walked into the kitchen, one look at his brother and you could feel he knew. He looked at you and then back to Sam and smiled with an awkward nod.

“We have another case.” He said to his brother, trying not to make a joke on your behalf.

“What is it?” Sam asked, taking a big bite of his bagel.

“Not sure yet, I’m thinking ghost.”

“How far?” Sam asked trying to sound as normal as possible despite the obvious feeling in the room.

“Not far, about 6 hours.” Dean said. “Hey Y/N, why don’t you come with us this time?” Dean said and Sam’s head shot up so fast you thought he may have whiplash.

“Really!” You asked excited, smiling at Dean.

“Yeah, you seem to have control over your powers. Plus, I’m sure Sammy here couldn’t bare to be a night away from you.” He said giving you a wink before leaving the kitchen as Sam choked on his coffee. The two of you finished eating and cleaned up. You heard the heavy door open and the two of you walked into the war room to see Cas walking down the stairs.

“Hey, Cas.” You and Sam said at the same time.

“Hello.” He answered formally.

“We got a case, you want to come with?” Sam asked him.

“I suppose, I’ll talk with Dean.” He nodded at the two of you, he was concerned he could see the bond between you and Sam was getting stronger. He was worried about how powerful you were and what that meant for the Winchester’s. You walked into your room and threw some clothes in a bag, then you showered and dressed in leggings, a thermal shirt and a jacket over it. You found your hiking shoes that you thankfully brought and put those on as well. The four of you headed out. Along the way you stopped for something to eat and to further look into the case. You pulled into a motel that looked like the whole building had some infectious disease. They only had one room left so you all piled in and gave each other awkward looks, “who the hell is using all these rooms?” you thought to yourself as you looked at all the unidentifiable stains.

You all sat down and began looking into the case: four deaths, all were last seen going into an abandoned asylum next to the local college, all found with puncture marks in their eyes and chest. Dean and Cas left to go ask some questions at the college while you and Sam stayed behind to read more about the asylum. Like most asylums it had a tragic past, a place that was supposed to be a safe haven was used as an excuse for torture and experimentation on the innocent. After ordering some pizza and waiting until eleven p.m. the four of you left for the asylum. Dean parked the car and you all got out as Dean opened the trunk. He got his rifle and a few other things made of iron and handed Sam a rifle as well. He looked at you and handed you a crowbar.

“Sorry sweetheart, we will work on you shooting and then you can have a gun.” You rolled your eyes and nodded, somewhat pissed but understanding. You then walked into the asylum. Your heart was racing, talking about ghost hunting was one thing, but to do to do it was something totally different. You gripped the crowbar tightly as you walked through the hallways with them. Sam’s calm demeanor was helping keep you from shaking as you breathed steady breaths, in your nose and out your mouth.

A ghost appeared in front of you, its face mangled and twisted in constant agony. Startled, you gasped and jumped back slightly, a gun shot went off and the ghost disappeared, you looked at Dean with wide eyes.

“You alright?” Sam asked.

“Yes, just startled me.” You said nodding. All three men nodded at you as you kept walking. You looked around the massive building, Sam and Dean in front, you and Cas in the back.

“This way.” Dean said with a flick of his head. Rounding the corner you were almost knocked off your feet by the feeling of hatred, anger, and distress that hit you suddenly. You grabbed Castiel’s shoulder and looked him in the eye.

“Y/N? What is it? What do you feel?” Cas said taking your hands in his, looking deeply into your face.

“Something here, someone I guess I should say, I feel it. I feel its hatred and anger. Its so angry.” You said grasping your chest.

“Anger? Is it a patient?” Dean asked you.

“I don’t think so, its anger but there is something else with it, disgust. It’s disgusted by us…because it thinks were patients. It’s a doctor.” Everything fell into place as you looked around for the ghost. The boys all staring at you. You closed your eyes and let the walls down, completely letting the ghost in. You felt him seething down the hallway. You turned on your heels and took off towards the emotion, as you got closer you felt another emotion cloud your mind slightly, you stopped walking and touched your head. “Paranoia. I feel paranoia and…protective. It’s protecting something, something really important.” You said opening your eyes and looking at them.

“Where?” Dean asked you.

“That room right there, I can feel him waiting.” You said pointing as Dean tapped Sam and they entered the room together. When you started to follow, Cas grabbed your shoulder and gently eased you back.

“They will call us if they need us.” He said. Sam and Dean held off the ghost for as long as they could, but it was strong and it was pissed. Dean called for Cas and the two of you entered the room. Sam came and stood in front of you, protecting you. You closed your eyes again and searched for the ghost and what it was hiding. You felt it by the back wall, it was blood hungry. You looked at Dean and slowly pointed to where the ghost was, Dean got off a clean shot leaving a hole in the wall. Sam grabbed you and took you into the hallway as Dean and Cas began pounding through the wall. Cas was hacking away as Dean continued to shoot at the ghost, keeping him at bay. Dean found a corpse, salted it, and lit it on fire. The ghost let out a brutal scream and vanished into flames.

“Hey!” A voice boomed as a bright light hit your face. Sam froze next to you as the cop pulled out his gun. “Drop your weapon!” He was screaming at Sam. Sam knelt down and put his gun on the floor then raised his hands in surrender, you dropped the crow bar and also put your hands up. Dean and Cas stayed hidden in the room. “Alright, hands behind your head, your under arrest.” He said slowly walking over to the two of you, gun still raised.

“No.” You said and Sam looked at you out of the corner of his eye. “You made a mistake, you don’t want to arrest us. You made a mistake, you can’t arrest us.” The cop and Sam were both staring at you now, your eyes were shining a bright violet and your hands and chest were emitting a glow. “You made a mistake, you don’t want to arrest us.” You said again as you mentally pushed the feeling towards the cop. “Leave. You made a mistake, you don’t want to arrest us.” You said taking a step towards him, when nothing happened you slowly walked over to him and touched him on the shoulder. “Leave, you made a mistake.” You said again.

“Mistakes happen all the time.” He said giving you a nod.

“Yes they do.” You said nodding back.

“I’ll just be going now.” He said placing his gun in its holster and leaving. You all watched him leave, get in his car and radio in that he made a mistake and no arrest was made. You turned to face them as the light receded into you and your eyes changed from violet to their natural color.

“That was the coolest thing I have ever seen. You’re awesome.” Dean said placing a hand on your shoulder and sending you a smile. Castiel didn’t say anything but you could feel that he was impressed by how quick you were to risk everything to save them. Sam was staring at you, gratitude and astonishment were rolling off him. You all piled into the impala and headed back for the motel. When you pulled in Sam and Dean offered you the shower. You gladly let the water run over you, relaxing you. You walked out of the bathroom and got into one of the beds. Sam showered next and then looked at you, asking you if it was ok. You pulled the comforter down next to you and smiled. He crawled into bed next to you as Dean showered. Cas just kind of sat there and then left when the three of you fell asleep. You woke tangled in Sam again, breathing in his warm scent and feeling his hands on you was something you don’t ever think you could get used to. It felt too good.

You went out for breakfast and then headed back to the bunker. When you walked in you felt like you were coming home after a long day at work. The feeling of acceptance and affirmation filled you. You hadn't felt this clear in a long time. You had a safe place to stay. A place to be yourself. Sam came up behind you and wrapped his long arms around you, kissing your head. You were home.

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[captcas]

Screwed (Destiel AU)

Screwed by capthamm (Part 3 of 3) Dean inherits the old family inn and has to move home to fix it up for selling. When the work proves to be too much, he enlists in the town’s only contractor’s help– his neighbor, Castiel. Dean is short on time, stuck in a hometown riddled with old flames, and falling for the man who lives next door. He’s screwed. notes: My first ever attempt in the Supernatural/Destiel fanfiction world… and into smut. please be kind. Thank to my lovely beta, Luke <3 (@bawley_bug) and to Meg on her help with the smutty portion read on ao3

In the weeks following going public , not much changes— the little touches and flirtatious glances were apparently always part of their routine no matter how blind Dean may have been to their significance— but the line between what’s his and what’s Cas’s is slowly but surely beginning to blur.

And Dean can kiss Cas whenever he wants.

Besides that, they move on with their days a lot like they always did. Saying goodnight lasts a bit longer and sometimes Cas spends the night. They wake up and make coffee and toast and talk about their renovations for the day and get to work.

It’s domestic, it’s nice, and Dean is pretty sure he’s never been more in love.

Dean is also dying for something more than PG-13.

Cas’s confession the night they kissed rings in Dean’s head every time things get a little more hot and heavy. He’s a bit more… experienced… and wants Cas to be ready.

But fuck if he hasn’t needed to carve out time for his own release each day. He’s positive Cas has noticed so he tries to keep his distance when riled up.

It’s nearly impossible and today in particular is proving to be excruciating. Cas is weeding the garden while Dean puts in new edging. Everytime he looks over he can’t help but notice the way the sweat trails down Cas’s features before disappearing below the hem of his shirt. Every once and awhile he uses his toned forearm to wipe the sweat away and Dean feels his resolve weakening.

Then Cas stretches– the bottom of his shirt rising enough to reveal his perfectly toned skin and a line of hair that disappears beneath the button of his jeans.

Fuck.

Frustrated beyond belief with his dick’s inability to keep to itself, Dean tells Cas he’s going to grab something from the garage. Cas hums in acknowledgement and gives him a small, naive smile as he walks away.

Dean can’t help but melt at the smile Cas reserves for him.

But then again he’s hot and bothered and needs some time away from his infuriatingly attractive boyfriend who won’t seem to let him in his pants.

Dean knows it’s not anything personal, Cas and him have talked about labels in the dark of the evening and Cas explained that while he’s definitely gay, he actually feels more at home on the ace spectrum. He’ll be honest and say he stayed up long past Cas that night researching demisexuality.

It just made him fall even harder for the man asleep beside him.

Dean busies himself with some unimportant organization in the garage in order to calm down before walking into the house to grab some water for the two of them. He closes the fridge and looks out the sliding glass door, dropping the water bottle at what he sees.

Apparently , the heat was too much for Cas who is now very shirtless while continuing to pull the weeds. Dean can’t help but watch him work. The way his muscles move with each pull and the sweat dripping down his back and off his brow is just too much.

Dean remembers what he learned about demisexuality and while they haven’t said the “L word”, he knows his feelings for Cas are anything but one-sided.

Fuck it.

Dean opens the sliding glass door and Cas turns around at the sound. He smiles brightly before he realizes just how determined Dean is to cross the lawn. At first he looks concerned, but then his gaze flickers down and Dean watches his boyfriend’s eyes go dark.

Cas meets him halfway.

This kiss is unlike any that they’ve shared before. The heat of the day mixed with the pent up sexual tension is surging through every inch of their touch. Cas’s hands explore Dean in ways Dean only dreamed about before. Not wanting to break apart, Dean feels the tightness in his chest from the lack of airflow. Cas pulls away first, breathing in the small amount of air between their lips. Dean gasps.

“Inside.” Cas whispers, but with his deep voice it sounds like a command and if Dean isn’t careful he’ll come right here in the backyard. He’s positive he looks totally wrecked when he nods in response before allowing Cas to grab his hand and lead him into the downstairs bedroom.

As soon as they’re indoors, clothing flies off. Dean isn’t sure who is removing what but it’s only a matter of seconds before they’re both down to their boxers and he’s pushing Cas backwards towards the bed.

The look in Cas’s eyes is one he hopes never to forget.

Then he’s on top of him and their lips are connecting before Cas trails down his neck and bites hard . Dean ruts his hips in response and Cas gasps.

It’s the most beautiful sound Dean has ever heard.

He searches blindly for Cas’s lips in the tangle of their bodies and when they connect again Dean is positive it creates a bolt of lightning down his spine.

Lost in his thoughts the kissing slows. Cas rests his forehead on Dean’s and they each open their eyes. Dean pauses to lose himself in the blown out blue of Cas’s eyes and only catches the end of Cas’s question, “...you?”

He can’t speak, not really, so he grunts in response and Cas chuckles against his lips, “I’d like to blow you.” It wasn’t a question this time. Dean can’t believe this is about to happen but he’s torn between wanting to feel Cas’s lips around him and wanting to do the same for Cas.

His brain only allows him to articulate one word of that, “You?”

Cas smiles softly before leaning in for another kiss. “Later, Dean.” Dean can’t begin to argue with the sound of his name mixed with Cas’s intense want so he nods.

Cas trails kisses down Dean’s chest before tracing a finger underneath the band of his boxers. He’s careful to help Dean remove them completely and his eyes light up when Dean’s hard-on springs from beneath the fabric.

This must be heaven.

“Are you…?” Dean knows what Cas is asking before he gets the words out. “All clean… I– uh– got tested... after our first date.” Dean diverts his gaze, but still sees the smile and blush that creep along Cas’s features.

Dean is surprised when Cas descends immediately once given the all clear. His tongue rakes the length of Dean’s cock before the warmth of his mouth envelopes the whole of it. Cas starts slow, moving up and down in a steady motion and Dean knows he won’t last long.

What Cas lacks in experience he is certainly making up for with enthusiasm.

As he glances down towards Cas, he is struck with how stunning he looks in this position. Every time he’s gotten head it’s been dirty and quick and secretive…but with Cas, he wants to take his time but knows the beauty and anticipation of it all won’t let him.

Someday he’ll draw this out so he can watch Cas work for as long as he wants.

Once he finds his rhythm, Cas speeds up and at the same time takes Dean’s balls in hand and begins massaging. Dean reaches for the top of Cas’s head, combing his hand through the dark locks and tugging gently. Cas gags a bit before coming up for air– Dean was quick to forget Cas’s inexperience. Cas rests his head against Dean’s thigh wordlessly and Dean wishes he could take a picture. Instead, he reaches forward, massaging the length of Cas’s jaw gently to help ease the soft pain he’s sure Cas is feeling. After a minute or so, Cas kisses the palm of Dean’s hand and looks up at him readily.

It doesn’t take long before Cas finds himself again and is moaning into Dean’s cock. Dean just about loses it when Cas’s cheeks hollow out. He whispers, “That’s it, Cas. Right– there–”

Dean thrusts hard. One– two– three times before he feels himself about to explode. “Cas, I’m close… I–” He feels his partner shift and suddenly Cas’s calloused hand is wrapped along the full length of Dean and he knows it’ll be any second now.

“Cas…” His moan comes out like a plea and a promise all wrapped into one and he feels himself come.

He swears he sees the cosmos as Cas brings him over the finish line and into the cooldown, the whole time whispering to Dean. “You’re perfect. You’re beautiful. I’ve wanted this for so long. Thank you.”

Dean opens his eyes and the world feels like it’s in hyper-saturation. Every nerve is on end and his soul feels like it’s on fire. He turns to Cas and immediately goes in for a kiss. Cas smiles into the movement and Dean grasps the back of his neck in an attempt to never let go of this moment.

Suddenly something feral courses through him and his hand moves quickly down to Cas’s boxers, he palms the length of his boyfriend and looks deep into his eyes, “Your turn.”

Cas’s dick twitches at the sound of Dean’s voice and if he hadn’t just been put on empty he could’ve come just from that movement. He starts to move down, ready to give Cas the same treatment he just got but Cas grabs his shoulder to stop him. Dean panics for a moment, worried they’ve gone too far and Cas is regretting the moment they connected in the garden but then he speaks.

“I want to kiss you when I come.”

Dean gulps, sex never being something intimate for him. A simple scratch of an itch, not something that means much of anything. But with Cas it does. He nods and begins adjusting their positions so they are laying side by side and facing one another. Cas shimmies out of his boxers before grabbing Dean’s hand and bringing it to his cock.

Dean stops him, pulling his hand back up to his mouth and licking his palm, all while keeping close eye contact with Cas– it makes them both shudder.

Cas hisses when Dean’s hand finally wraps itself around him and Dean wishes he could record that sound to listen to over and over again. Slowly, Dean starts to pump his fist. Cas’s eyes close, pleasure washing over his features in a look Dean could never have created in his mind. Soon they’re leaning in for a kiss. Cas urges it deepers, tongues moving in unison and teeth clacking together. It’s messy and perfect all in one. They smile into the kiss and share the same breath and all the while Cas is thrusting into Dean’s hand like it was always meant to be there.

And with that thought Dean hears the final gasp and feels the undeniable drip of come down his hands. He eases Cas through the aftershocks, reiterating everything Cas said to Dean during his come down. Dean almost doesn’t realize when he says it, but it comes out all the same. “I love you, Castiel.”

It settles in and Dean’s eyes shoot open. He searches to see any sort of acknowledgement in Cas but his eyes are closed in pleasure. Dean sighs in relief, assuming he’s dodged the bullet of scaring a man off by saying “I love you” the first time they sleep together.

He’s not a teenager.

But then Cas is speaking and Dean, once again absorbed in his own thoughts, catches the end, “... and I love you, too, Dean.”

He waits for the fear but it never comes. He doesn’t want to run or leave town and he certainly doesn’t think about just how mortified his homophobic father would be. He’s just is. Happiness and satisfaction coursing through him in a way he didn’t realize was real.

His past is filled with a lot of sex with a lot of people, but this… this must be what people mean by making love.

. . .

“Just ask him, Dean.” Sam sounds frustrated on their third phone call today. Dean has been pacing back and forth in the kitchen all day. They finished the inn a week ago and have essentially been playing house, neither of them making the move to either sell it or live there permanently. He knows Cas would live here if he asked, but he wasn’t sure how the financials all worked out. So he called Sam who assured him that if he kept the inn an actual operating inn he would be more than ok.

So why is he so damn nervous?

Up until now every “big decision” in the relationship he’s been able to pawn off on Cas– inadvertently or otherwise. Cas called himself Dean’s boyfriend, Cas met him halfway on the lawn, Cas was the first one to bring up lube…

It’s Dean’s turn to take a step.

And he wants to so it shouldn’t be this damn hard. He knows Cas is waiting for the conversation, but he also feels zero pressure from his partner. Cas has always been good at letting Dean do things on his terms, even if he’s seven steps behind and wasting their time (Cas was right about the dark blue siding from the start and won’t let it go).

He doesn’t want to waste another minute.

Dean realizes he’s been silent for too long. It’s the sound of Sam unloading the dishwasher on the other end of the phone which reminds him to speak, “You’re sure?” Dean hesitates and he knows he’s shucking the decision making off on someone else yet again, but this time it’s genuine. This inn is all they’ve got left of their dad. As shitty as he was at times, he was still family.

“I’m sure. Dad’s probably rolling in his grave knowing he practically set you two up, but he’d want you to be happy Dean. Whoever that’s with.”

Dean fights back tears. Sam may be the younger brother but he’s always been better when it comes to this emotional crap. That’s why they always made a good team.

“Thanks, Sammy.” His voice cracks at the nickname. He misses his brother, but fuck if he ain’t proud of him.

“Of course. And now Jess, the kids, and I have somewhere to stay when we visit.” Dean smiles widely at the thought of the inn full of excitement and family and kids around the holidays or during the summer. He pictures it so clearly... and in every moment Cas is there, too.

That’s all the encouragement he needs.

Hanging up the phone, he heads downstairs to the living room where Cas is curled up on the couch watching some documentary on the History channel. His blue eyes find Dean’s at the sound of the steps creaking and he smiles that smile again.

Dean’s never been more sure of anything in his life.

He crosses the living room and sits down next to Cas who has turned his attention back to the tv. Dean instinctively reaches for the back of Cas’s neck, playing with the small tuft of hair at the nape. Pondering the show for a moment, Dean waits for a commercial to speak. He likes when they do this, the comfort of the silence is new to him. There are a million ways to ask what he’s about to and he’s running through them all in his head when a commercial for some medication blasts on the screen and Cas closes his eyes to lean into Dean’s touch.

He wants this. Forever.

“Move in with me. Here.”

Cas’s eyes open and Dean can tell he’s trying to hide a smile. Dean feigns interest in the commercial while the knowledge of Cas studying the side of his face burns blush into his cheeks.

“Did I forget to do that?”

Dean laughs and all the nerves he felt disappear. He never thought something like this was in the cards for him– secretly always wanting for the comfort and ease that comes so naturally with Cas.

It’s better than he could’ve wished for.

Cas turns his head to kiss Dean’s wrist (now resting on the couch) and Dean smiles. They’ve got a lot to work out– Dean doesn’t know the first thing about running an inn– but the nervous fear that would usually accompany Dean on a step like this is nowhere to be found.

All there is is Cas and Dean couldn’t ask for more.

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