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thegettingbyp2 · 2 years

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I have no idea if you do smuts! But dean Winchester and hunter! Readers have an intimate moment in the car before going their separate ways

Be Safe

‘So me and Dean are going to head over to Bobby’s and see if he knows anything else about Archangels and see if he has any holy oil and we’ll meet you and Cas at the house.’ Sam said, going over the plan for the umpteenth time.

‘I don’t like it,’ Dean said, looking over a me, a frown playing on his face. ‘It should be me and Sam going to the house and (Y/N) and Cas going to Bobby’s and you know it.’

‘Dean, I’ll be fine,’ I said gently, walking over to my boyfriend, feeling his arm wrap around my waist and pull me closer to him.

‘I’ll be with her the whole time, Dean. I won’t let anything happen to her,’ Cas said from by my side and I felt Deans grip on my waist tighten slightly. Over the past couple of weeks, Cas has been acting really weird, not at all like himself so we’ve used the excuse of an archangel in order to confront Cas. The hardest part was trying to act like everything is normal around him; Cas is my best friend and I hate thinking that something’s wrong with him.

‘Course buddy,’ Dean said to Cas, giving him a small smile. ‘Right, we’ve gone over the plan plenty of times, meet back here in an hour to get ready?’

Both Sam and Cas left the control room of the bunker and as soon as they were out of sight, Dean’s shoulders slumped and he let out a breath. ‘I really don’t like this,’ he muttered, looking at me so I raised my hand to cup his cheek.

‘I know, but it’ll be fine, we’ll get through it and we’ll find out what’s wrong with Cas.’

‘What if he flips and ends up hurting you? I’d kill him (Y/N).’

‘Nothing’s going to happen, we have it all planned out, have done for weeks. This will work Dean, trust me.’

When he didn’t reply, I lifted on my toes and gently brought our lips together in a soft kiss. I couldn’t help the smirk creep across my lips when I felt Dean hum happily into my mouth and I took hold of his hand. ‘Come on,’ I said, lightly tugging him along behind me until we arrived in the garage and I let go of his hand to hop up on the front of Baby.

‘Would you look at that, my girl and my Baby,’ Dean said, a grin working its way onto his face as he stepped in between my legs, a shiver running through me when I felt his hands slide up my thighs, gripping gently. ‘What made you want to come in here?’ he said, nosing at my jawline, making me tip my head back to give him more access.

‘I just thought you could do with a bit of quiet time, just the two of us, before we go,’ you said innocently, wrapping your legs around his waist. ‘Though we don’t have much time so we should probably get going.’

Dean chuckled lowly and slid his hand between our bodies until he found the button of my shorts and undid it with a quick flick of his finger; a trick of his I was never going to get used to. He lifted me up against him with one arm as his hand yanked my shorts and panties down around my ankles. As soon as he set me back down, his hand made its way back up my leg until he was slipping a finger into me and I frantically undid his belt buckle and pushed his jeans down, his cock springing up to hit his stomach as he groaned.

‘Fuck, babe, you don’t waste any time,’ Dean moaned as my hand wrapped around his cock and pumped a couple of times before itching closer to him and lining him up with your entrance. When he was in position, I looped both of my arms around his neck and buried my head into his neck, breathing in the scent of leather, whiskey and aftershave, committing it to memory like I do before every hunt.

‘We don’t have a lot of time, Dean, please,’ I whimpered, not caring what I sounded like at that point, too desperate to feel his cock inside me.

‘You’re alright, baby, I’ve got you,’ Dean said gently as he roughly pushed into me, completely contradicting his tone of voice. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips when he heard me cry out. ‘Oh sweetheart, you’re the one that said it, we don’t have much time,’ he said before starting a fast and rough pace.

The speed in which Deans hips were slapping against my own quickly took my breath away and the only sounds that were leaving my lips were my cries of pleasure as Dean held me even tighter against him. It wasn’t long before I felt myself getting closer to the edge and I fisted my fingers in Deans shirt. ‘Dean, close, please,’ I cried out, unable to form proper sentences.

‘Go on, (Y/N), cum for me, I’m right behind you,’ Dean moaned as his hips sped up and I felt my orgasm wash over me, my legs shaking around Dean’s waist and my head tipping back, trusting Dean to prop me up as my whole body went limp. Faintly, I heard Dean groan and felt him still inside me as his own orgasm hit, the both of us clinging to each other in silence as we both came down from our highs.

We both moaned quietly as Dean pulled himself out of me and we both adjusted our clothes. I jumped down from Baby and Dean picked me up and set me back down on top of the car straight away, moving his hands up to gently rest on either side of my neck and pressing his forehead to mine.

‘I was serious earlier, okay? I need you to be safe, I hate leaving you alone with Cas at the moment.’

‘Stop worrying,’ I replied, running my finger down the side of his face. ‘I know the plan, Dean. He’ll be in the ring of holy oil within ten minutes of us getting to the house and then all I have to do is wait for you, it’s simple.’

Dean hummed unhappily for a moment. ‘Doesn’t mean I have to like it,’ he said before leaning down to kiss me deeply and helping me jump down from the car. Hand in hand we headed back to the control room to meet Sam and Cas.

#dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester

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myaimistrue · 2 years

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2 and destiel 🫂

thank you ro my beloved. this one got a little weird and horny (of course) and also i posted it on ao3 here! enjoy <3

send me number and spn ship and i'll write you a drabble

Of all the things that have been difficult about Castiel’s newfound humanity, sensation is one of the most complicated. There are bad parts: scratchy tags in the back of shirts which Cas has since cut out, the awful smell when the old kitchen sink in the Bunker backs up, images of blood and Leviathans and fading grace in his nightmares. But there are wonderful parts, too. There are scents and feelings and sounds Castiel wants to experience as much as possible: sunshine on skin, Dean’s voice in his ear, the smell of cooking burgers. And then, there are things that fall somewhere decidedly more uncertain.

Sweat is one of those sensations he’s not sure if he likes or dislikes. The stickiness and moisture are strange, but the act isn’t entirely unwelcome. It’s a very human thing, really. Only a century ago, it would’ve been unimaginable that Cas would have had any firsthand experience with it. But like so many things, that’s different now.

“Jesus.” The motel door clicks shut behind them, and Dean starts shedding layers. “Ugh, I feel disgusting.”

Cas frowns down at his body as Dean’s jacket and flannel hit the floor with a thump. “I think this is the sweatiest I’ve ever been,” he tells him. “It’s… damp.”

Dean laughs, ragged with exhaustion as he pulls off his boots and socks. “Sprinting a mile and a half to the car with the cops on your trail will do that to you.”

It’s brilliant, the ease and lack of self-consciousness with which he moves his body. And now, with this new and fragile thing blossoming between them, Cas is allowed to look at it. Allowed to love it.

“You don’t think they followed us?”

“Nah. We definitely lost them.”

Dean unbuckles his belt and starts sliding it off. Cas can’t help himself—he stares openly, not bothering to temper his attention as Dean’s fingers move across the soft leather, as he flicks open the button and lowers the zipper.

“Like what you see?” Dean is smiling—a little smug, maybe, but mostly just fond. Barefoot and shirtless, with his jeans unzipped enough that Cas can see the blue-green plaid of his boxers peeking through, hair a mess and skin shining with sweat, Dean is a vision. He’s incredible.

“Yes,” Cas says. This thing between the two of them is very new and it still feels risky to be so open and earnest about how much he loves Dean. But looking at him, Castiel can’t help himself. He doesn’t waste time overthinking his actions. He takes a few quick steps across the room and grabs Dean’s face to kiss him.

Dean freezes for just a moment, hands hovering in the air beside them, and then he kisses Cas back. He slides a hand around Cas’s waist to pull him closer, his bare chest against Cas’s button-down, and the sensation is as overwhelming as it always is when they’re intimate. Dean’s skin moving against his, the taste of his mouth and tongue, the smell of his body—

And oh. Oh, this is different. Castiel knows that human scent changes all the time—it’s why he so quickly took up the use of deodorant after becoming human—but this is something he’s unfamiliar with. Dean doesn’t smell of body odor, or anything unpleasant at all, for that matter. He smells… like a man. Like a human man, one who has been working for long hours in the sun or fleeing the police in humid summertime. The smell of Dean now is musky and deep and raw, and Cas loves it, adores it.

He pulls back from the kiss, and wastes no time moving to Dean’s neck to mouth along the skin there. He tastes salty. Cas breathes it in as deep as he can.

“Woah, Cas.” Dean laughs a little, but Cas immediately steps back at the discomfort in his voice. “Listen, babe, I love the way this is heading, but we’re both a little nasty right now. Like, sweat-through-your-undershirt nasty. Why don’t we take a shower first?”

“Oh. Yes, okay.” Castiel looks away, feels heat burning in his cheeks. He knows this about human convention, knows the modern definition of cleanliness. He shouldn’t have been so presumptuous as to assume Dean would be okay with Castiel’s alien lust for him. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Dean looks at him like he’s not quite sure what Cas is thinking. “I just don’t want you to feel weird. I know I probably stink.”

“You don’t.” Cas frowns. And then a deeply embarrassing thought occurs to him. “Oh. I might, though.”

“You don’t either,” Dean says. “I mean, you smell sweaty. But you don’t stink.”

“I, um. I like how you smell. It’s…” Cas glances away, uncomfortable with his own honesty. “I like it.”

“Right now?”

“Yes.”

Dean moves to catch Cas’s eye, and as soon as he does, he breaks into a grin. “Well, well. Who woulda thought you’d be into this kind of thing?”

Cas blinks. “What do you mean?”

“You think it’s kind of hot, me being all sweaty and musky like this. Don’t you?”

Cas nods, and his face burns even hotter—another horrible sensation he’s discovered in humanity.

“Woah, hey, don’t be embarrassed!” Dean’s smile softens. He takes Cas’s hand and squeezes it. “Lots of people like that. I’m flattered.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Dean says. “And honestly, I’m starting to think I like it too.”

Castiel narrows his eyes. “Really?” he repeats.

“Uh, really.” Dean’s face goes red, too; his nose, though, is pink. “You’re pretty fucking hot covered in sweat. And you smell… I don’t know. But I like it.”

Castiel searches his face. He knows Dean sometimes says things he doesn’t mean just to make others feel better. But he can tell by the vague awkwardness about them both—Dean means it.

So he takes a step back. And then, slowly, a little self-consciously, he starts removing clothes. Dean doesn’t try to interrupt; he just watches Cas strip with blown-out pupils. And when there’s nothing left, Castiel smiles.

“Take your pants off,” he says.

Dean grins. “Bossy.”

Castiel rolls his eyes, excitement and lust and love bubbling under his skin. He pushes Dean back onto the bed, watches him bounce on the shitty mattress, then reattaches his mouth to his neck.

“Take. Off. Your. Pants,” Cas mouths against his skin.

It’s past midnight when they finally stumble into the shower, boneless and giggling against each other. And then, in the softest clothes they both own, laying together in the small motel bed, Cas tucks his face against Dean’s shoulder and breathes him in. He smells clean—motel soap and his own shampoo, the faintest remains of his deodorant. And something unnameable, something Castiel can always smell on him. Something that’s just Dean. Cas noses closer, breathes deeper.

“You smelling me again?” Dean says, his voice curling affectionately low in the darkness.

“You’re my favorite smell.”

Dean is quiet for a moment. Then he kisses the top of Castiel’s head. “Even when I’m soaked in sweat?” he jokes.

Cas smiles. “Especially then.”

#deancas #destiel #deancas fic #fic #spn #del's writing #i feel iffy about this one but i figured i'd put it out here anyway!

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blessyourhondahurley · 1 year

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Fighting Fair

Every couple fights sometimes. Dean and Cas are trying to learn how to do it right.

Suptober prompt: Animal Flufftober prompt: Picnic Fictober prompt: "We all have our reasons." Inktober prompt: Camping

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“Sometimes I wonder if you even love me, Dean Winchester!!”

Dean watches from below as Cas storms out of the Bunker, slamming the metal door behind him. Those words come with a hell of a sting, there's no denying it. But a year ago, if Cas had screamed that at him in the heat of anger? Dean's heart would have stopped in his chest. He would have laid down and died and turned to dust on the spot and nothing and no one would have been able to bring him back. He lets the uninterrupted beat behind his ribs comfort him as he trudges up the stairs after his husband.

Three cheers for getting yelled at in the context of a healthy, stable relationship, he tells himself with a rueful sigh as he reaches for the door.

Outside, he finds Cas standing a few feet away from the Bunker, his arms wrapped tightly around himself. He's crying, big fat tears running down both cheeks. As soon as he sees Dean, he starts talking.

“I'm so sorry, Dean. I shouldn't have said that. I don't know why I said that. I know you love me. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. Dean, I didn't–”

Dean shushes him and pulls him into a hug. “I know, sweetheart. That was a low blow, but I know you didn't mean it. I knew it right away.”

“Dr. Brenner says we're supposed to fight fair. That wasn't fair, what I said,” Cas murmurs wetly into his shoulder.

Dean rubs circles between his shoulder blades. “No, it was not. But, y'know, we're a work in progress, right? Nobody promised us marriage would be a picnic.”

“I just don't understand why I said that. It felt like someone else was talking, not me.”

“You're human now, babe. An emotional, erratic, irrational animal like the rest of us. You'll see: get someone angry enough, they'll lash out in all kinds of nasty ways they never would when they're in their right mind. Old resentments, bad baggage from other relationships, stupid stuff we learned growing up... We all have our reasons for acting out like that and none of them are good. But it's like the doc says, all we can do is try as hard as we can to do better next time.”

Cas sniffs. “And apologize,” he adds.

“And apologize,” Dean agrees.

Cas pulls back from the hug and looks at him. His lashes are in wet clumps, and the redness around the rim of his eyelids make the blue of his eyes seem to glow.

“I really am sorry,” he says.

“I know. It's okay. Forgiven.” Dean runs his thumbs along his husband's cheekbones, wiping away the last of his tears. “Can we try this again? Without the yelling this time?”

Cas seems puzzled for a minute, then asks, “About the camping trip, you mean?”

Dean huffs a laugh. “Shit, is that how all this started? I'd almost forgotten what we were actually fighting about.”

“Me too,” Cas replies with a contrite smile. He considers, then offers, “Maybe it would be better if we table that topic for now. Can we go back inside and watch a movie or something? Snuggle up on the couch?”

“Yeah, sunshine, that works for me. Let's go snuggle.”

#suptober22 #flufftober2022 #fictober22 #destiel #supernatural #day 28

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sarah-dipitous · 7 months

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 259

The Foundry

“The Foundry”

Plot Description: Mary and the boys explore an old house astir with the sounds of a crying baby. Cas is less than thrilled she he’s forced to partner up with Crowley

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I guess? I’m like half asleep, but I don’t think anyone died

No, I won’t be having emotions about two beings who feel so out of place even though they’re with the people they care about most (Cas and Mary)

Cas is goin to Cleveland now!!!

The haircut Mary gave herself in the middle of the night looks good!

Oh geez…guess they did die. I probably wouldn’t have gone into the house

They’re all so awkward about this family hunting trip. No one in this room is behaving normally

Oh Castiel…you gotta get better at undercover names. You can’t be Agent Beyoncé, I’m so sorry, babes

When the summary said Cas was less than thrilled, that was an understatement

Oh, I hate that old, not taken care of porcelain doll

I can’t imagine how this must be making Mary feel. This is not normal boomer doesn’t get technology stuff. She literally wasn’t around it, and she’s so miserable. SHE feels as obsolete as the way she was taught to conduct investigations

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Cas care about how his hair looks. The way he’s comparing himself (and to an extent Crowley) to Sam and Dean is cute but a little pathetic. He’s just been out of this particular game

What is this acting choice? What side of Cas that we haven’t seen before (or at least in a very long while to the point that I’ve forgotten) is this?? Is he trying to be Dean? Is that it?

I miss Ro Ro’s gowns, she looks so modern now. It’s not bad, but it lacks flavor. And I hate how often she’s literally in chains. Free my girl. She did all that shit, but she deserves freedom

I really wanted Mary’s more analog way of doing to work. I know the point is she doesn’t belong here anymore but UGGGHHHH

Rowena also spends too much time afraid for her life. With pretty much everyone else, they’ll probably come back because they’re an angel or a demon or god’s favorite special little guys…but her? No one but me likes her

Ah damn, Mary’s been possessed. Can’t believe the writers made the boys fight their mom

There’s no one in the wrong here and that’s why it hurts so much. Mary’s leaving for some amount of time because she’s mourning what she lost when she died and when she left heaven, but you can hardly blame Dean for feeling hurt at her leaving. After 33 years, he finally had his mom back and after a couple days she leaves, not tragically but of her own volition. He can’t even look at her or say anything as she leaves, and poor Sam is just so shaken.

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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badjoices · 3 years

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heaven sends the fruitiest angel with a history of disobedience and a weakness for green eyes to go and rescue dean from hell, then have the audacity to wonder how things went wrong. he’s gay and fucking unhinged, what’s not clicking?

#the touch of you corrupts?#babe don’t act like this is on dean OR cas this is on you #if they had sent literally anyone else they would not be having these problems #supernatural #spn #deancas #destiel #caelum.txt

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multific · 3 years

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They Tend to Your Wound - Preferences

Dean Winchester

Dean promised to himself and you that if you were to get hurt by anything and he did mean anything at all, he would kill it. Even the smallest cut on your perfect skin, he would flip out and with a gun in his hand, he would go after the very thing that dared to put a wound on his beloved.

And this occasion was no different.

As soon as the werewolf dared to attack you and it left a nasty wound behind, Dean's mind was clouded.

You have seen him angry and worried, but seeing it this close was a new experience.

You didn't even realize what was happening until you were in an abandoned house, on a couch, with Dean by your side.

He was too busy looking at your wound and tending to it, he didn't realize that you woke up. It was nice to see him taking care of you. Usually, it's the other way around, he gets hurt and you have to help him get back on his feet. But you kinda linked him being on the other side of the spectrum now. Although you could do without the pain that you felt.

You smiled at his worried expression, he took such good care of you. You loved him.

"Dean?"

"Babe? Oh, Baby, don't ever scare me like that." he hugged you so tight you thought your eyes would pop out. But when you were in his arms, you just knew, everything will be okay.

Sam Winchester

The vampire that decided to bite your arm was for sure in a lot of trouble.

You were walking back to the motel from the supermarket when someone grabbed you and dragged you into an alleyway. You couldn't really register what happened, all you knew was the pain in your arm before you heard a woman scream.

You could recall Sam and Dean being there and then you were in the motel room.

You looked to your left and saw Dean sleeping in his bed while Sam was doing something on his laptop, surrounded by books.

"Sammy?" you barely heard your own voice, but Sam did because his eyes shot up at you and he quickly made his way over to you, he slowly hugged you making sure he is not hurting your arm.

"I thought I lost you, Y/N!”

"I'm here, Sammy." you hugged him back just as close as he did.

You just knew that from that moment on, you'll never be allowed to leave the room alone, with that protective boyfriend of yours.

Castiel

He was still in shock. Why did you jump in front of him? Why did you feel the need to save him?

Because you loved him.

And when you saw the knife pointed at him, you acted out of instinct, you didn't think. You just jumped right into action.

You felt the knife pierce your skin. You felt it in your flesh as the woman stabbed you. But you didn't care, in your head, you saved the most important person in your life.

It wasn't only later when you woke up in the hospital you realized just what a mess you made. Castiel was an angel, he couldn't possibly get hurt by a simple knife! How silly could you be?

"Y/N?" you didn't even realize that he was in the room.

"Cas." you offered him a smile as he looked even more worried. "Why did you do that? You know I can't get hurt."

"I know but... I acted on instinct. I didn't think. I'm sorry I made you worry." you said as he placed a hand over your wound. You saw a white light, and just like that, you felt a lot better.

Your wound was healed.

You were about to say something when he kissed you, silencing you in the process.

"Don't do that again." he said when he pulled away. But you pulled him right back for another kiss.

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rowyn-writes · 3 years

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A Mother's Love (Dean x Wife!Reader)

Warnings: Language, fluff, major angst, implications of divorce, arguing, Dean being mean to Jack

Pairings: Dean x Wife!Reader

Characters: Dean, Jack, Sam, Reader, Cas (mentioned only)

Word count: 2.7k

You threw your bag down as you entered the bunker, exhausted from your last hunt. This was one of the rare cases where you worked alone.

Sometimes you needed the time to yourself, away from all the men. Sometimes you would go hunting with Jody and Claire, but even then, those two argued like cats and dogs.

"Y/N," Jack smiled as you entered the kitchen. "How was the hunt?"

"It was pretty good, actually." You grinned as you sat across from him. "I was chasing down this werewolf in Tennessee, and it was really strange. He'd kill one person, turn the next, and repeat that cycle."

"That's. . . Weird." He furrowed his eyebrows.

"That's what I said. Well," You continued on with the story of your hunt, watching as Jack's eyes widened in amazement and awe.

"Y/N?" Dean called your name, entering the kitchen. "Hey, sweetheart. I didn't know you were home?"

You stood up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Sorry, babe. I got sidetracked. I was just telling Jack about my trip." You smiled, looking over at the boy. You were concerned, as the smile fell from his face and he looked away from you and Dean. "You okay, kid?"

"Yeah," He nodded, not meeting your eye. "I'll give you two some space." He mumbled as he walked out of the kitchen.

"Does he seem off to you?" You asked Dean.

"Nah, he acts like he usually does. Squirrelly and weird."

"Says the squirrel himself." You rolled your eyes. "Did something happen while I was gone?"

Dean said nothing as he looked down, an obvious indicator that he was guilty of something. "Dean," You growled lowly. "Did you say something to Jack? Something that would upset him somehow?"

When Dean didn't give you an answer, you shook your head as you follow Jack to his room.

"Jack." You called out. He seemed to be lost in thought, as he didn't react to your words. "Jack!" You said louder, causing him to turn around. There was a tiny amount of fear in his eyes. If you didn't know him, it wouldn't have affected you.

"What's wrong?" You asked softly, resting your hand on his shoulder.

"Nothing." He spoke. "Why would anything be wrong?"

"Jack, I saw how you reacted when Dean came in. You looked like a kicked puppy. Don't tell me it's nothing, kiddo."

In the time you had known Jack, you had grown to care for him deeply. You had always wanted kids, but in this life, it wasn't possible. Well, it was, but you knew you didn't want your children to do what you do. So when Jack was born, you felt extremely happy because it felt like you finally had a child. Albeit, he did look twenty.

"Dean doesn't like me very much." He admitted.

"I'm sure that's not true. . ." You argued weakly. In all honesty, you didn't think Dean liked Jack either. It's not like he was abusive, but he did treat him differently than everyone else.

"But it is, Y/N."

"How do you know, Jack? With Dean, it takes him time to warm up to people. It took him months to actually trust me. He's a cautious person."

"Did he threaten you too?" Jack asked, genuinely curious. His head was tilted to the side, his honey blonde hair falling into his eyes. He had gotten that head tilt from Cas.

"Dean. . . Threatened you?" You whispered hoarsely.

"Yes," He nodded. "He told me if I hurt you or Sam, or anyone, that he would be the one to hunt me down and kill me."

Your mouth popped open in horror. You could never imagine your sweet, loveable, goofy Dean threatening Jack. "What else did he say, Jack? Did he say anything prior to this?"

"He said that he doesn't think that I can be saved. He said that even though you and Sam think that I can, that he doesn't."

"Jack, you don't need to be saved. There is no saving to do. You are a good kid. You would never do anything to intentionally hurt anyone. I'm so sorry. I should have been there." You sigh.

"He's not wrong, Y/N. I can't be saved. What if I turn out like my father, my real father."

You frowned as you cupped his face in your hands. "Jack, you are nothing, and I mean nothing, like Lucifer. You are just like your mother. You are sweet, caring, and you are empathetic. Just like Kelly."

"You really believe that?" He whispered, tears forming in his eyes.

"No, I don't believe it, Jack. I know it. You are nothing like Lucifer. If anything, you are much more like Castiel."

"Really?" He smiled.

"Yeah," You nodded. "You see, I don't know if you know this, but Cas does this little thing where he tilts his head to the side if he doesn't understand something or if he's perplexed. And I noticed that you do the same thing." Jack's smile widened as you removed your hands from his face. "And neither of you have any knowledge of pop culture. Even though Cas was here for a lot longer than you, he never understood a single reference any of us made. Even if it was something like Scooby Doo." You giggled, feeling your throat tightening at the thought of your dead friend. "And you two state the obvious a lot. Not in a bad way, more in a comedic way. It lightens the mood nearly every time. Cas would rarely smile. When I asked him why, he would say that the world was going to hell and he didn't have anything to smile about. But when he did smile, it would make everyone else smile with him. The same goes for you. Just seeing that little toothy grin of yours makes me smile. I mean hell, you two even look a lot alike."

"Could you tell me more about him?" Jack asked.

"Of course, but I have something to take care of first. Then you and I will cuddle up and watch a movie and I'll tell you everything you want to know about Cas, okay?"

"Yeah, I'd like that." He spoke. "Before you go, could I ask you something?" You nodded. "If I were to have a mother figure, and I called her mom, do you think my mother would be upset?"

"No, sweetheart, I don't think she would be upset. I think that she would be happy that there's someone down here taking care of you and you feel comfortable enough to call them mom." You said, completely oblivious as to what Jack was suggesting.

"Then. . . Could I call you mom?"

You felt the air leave your lungs as his words hit you like a truck. Jack watched as tears welled up in your eyes. Jack was horrified; he had never meant to make you cry. "Yo-you want to call me m-mom?" You stammer.

"If you're not comfortable with it I understand. I'm sorry, Y/N, I-"

You cut him off with a tight embrace. "Of course you can call me mom." You whisper, squeezing the boy tightly.

"Why are you crying?" He questioned.

"These are happy tears, Jack. I'm not upset. It's just. . . I never thought that I would have children, but then you came along, and you gave me what I wanted. You gave me a chance to be a mother."

"Thank you for being here for me, mom."

You gave Jack a huge smile as you pulled away. "Okay," You said, putting a hand on his arm. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to deal with my ass of a husband."

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"Dean Winchester," You boomed, roaming around the bunker in search for your husband.

"Ooooh, you're in trouble." You hear Sam snicker.

"But I didn't do anything. Wait, what day is it?" Dean asked frantically.

"April ninth." Sam quipped.

"Okay, no birthday, no anniversary, so there's that."

You entered The Dean Cave, as Dean called it, seeing red. "What the hell, Winchester." You growled. "Sam, out. Now."

"You don't have to tell me twice." Sam said, grabbing his bowl of popcorn and walking out of the room.

"Yes, darling, sweetheart, love of my life. What can I do for you?" Dean spoke sweetly, giving you those stupid, green doe eyes.

"Jack told me." You said simply. "He told me what you said to him. That if it comes down to killing him, that you would be the one to do it. That there was no saving him."

"Y/N, you have to understand where I'm coming from." He tried to reason with you. "You should have seen him. He was stabbing himself with a knife! And it closed up like it was nothing! It's not normal. He's not normal."

"And?! None of us are normal, Dean. We've all died and came back to life. Sam didn't have a soul, he was hooked on demon blood, yet you were still there for him. You still believed in him. You died and became a demon, you bore the Mark of Cain and had a thing for God's friggin sister! And I still loved you through it. I have been brainwashed and manipulated into hurting all of you, and you still forgave me! Cas betrayed us, and we were still there for him. None of us are fucking normal! So what the hell, Dean? You're holding a grudge against Jack just because of who his dad is?"

"His father is Lucifer, Y/N!"

"Well that's stating the goddamn obvious!" You yelled.

"He could turn on us at any moment! We don't know this kid. We don't know what he can do."

"So we learn, Dean! We should help him figure out his way. Guide him in the right direction. Show him what a true, loving family looks like!"

"We are not his family, Y/N! And he's not our family. He never will be." Dean argued.

You flinched back, glaring at Dean. "How dare you! You son of a bitch! Whether you believe it or not, Jack is family. To me and to Sam. We care about him and love him!"

"He doesn't even know what love means!"

"Yes, he does! Because he feels things, Dean. He cares. He cares about all of us, including you. You know, he asked me if he could call me mom today. Did you know that? He trusts me and cares for me so much that he sees me as a mother figure."

"He's got you brainwashed, Y/N! Can't you see that?!"

"If he looked like his actual age, would you be acting like this?"

"What kind of question is that." He scoffed.

"If Jack looked four months old instead of twenty, would you still be treating him like this?" You asked steadily. Dean remained silent. "See! He is four months old, no matter how old he looks, he's still a baby."

"So, what, you want me to change his diaper or some shit?"

"No! I want you to treat him like a human being!" You yelled.

"But he's not human!"

You and Dean stood your ground, neither of you letting up. "Fine. I'm leaving then. And I'm taking Jack with me."

"No, you're not."

"Fucking watch me, Dean. I can't even look at you right now. Because you are not the man I married. That man was compassionate and caring. This one isn't. And until he comes back, I'm staying away." You cried.

Before Dean could get another word out, you left the den. You noticed that Sam was standing in the hallway, giving you a saddened look. "You're really leaving?"

"I'm sorry, Sam." You sobbed. "But I can't be around him right now. And I don't think Jack should be either. We're going to my parents house for a while. And until he gets his shit together, I'm not coming back.

"I know. I don't understand why Dean is acting like this." He mumbled.

"I don't either. It's so unlike him." You agreed.

"So what are you going to tell Jack?"

"Just that we're going to take a little road trip and visit my parents. I don't know, Sam, this whole thing is so strange to me. But I know have to go."

Sam frowned as he pulled you into a hug. "I'm really going to miss you. But you do what you need to do. And if you ever need anything, you call me, okay? I don't care what time of day it is, call me."

"I will." You squeeze Sam tightly. "Thank you for being an amazing brother and best friend." You pulled away, teary eyed as you parted from your brother in law. "I hope to be back soon."

You softly knocked on Jack's door before entering. "Hey, Jack." You smiled.

"Mom!" He said excitedly. "Are we going to watch movies now?"

"Actually, there's been a change of plans. Me and you are going on a road trip to visit my parents."

"Really? Are Sam and Dean coming with us?"

You swallowed hard, a lump forming in your throat. "No, actually. This is a trip just for us. Sam and Dean wanted to stay here just in case they find a case or something that can get Mary back from apocalypse world. So I'm going to help you pack and then we can get on the road."

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You had sent Jack to your car, having him put everything in the trunk while you finished up things in the bunker. The last thing you grabbed was a machete that belonged to your father before he gave it to you.

"Don't go." A voice whispered. You turned to see Dean, who looked like he had been crying. "Please don't leave."

You swallowed hard, feeling tears rush to your eyes once more. "Will you accept Jack as family?"

"Y/N-" Dean said, exasperated. "He can stayed here but he's not family."

"That's not good enough, Dean. Because I know how you act around people you don't trust."

"You can't force me to trust him." Dean scoffed.

"That's not what I want. I want you to get to know him. I want you to try."

"Y/N. . . I just. . . I can't."

"I think. . . I think we need time apart." You mumbled.

"Y/N, please –"

"Only for a little bit." You assured him. "They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, after all." You gave him a sad smile, trying to control your tears.

You turned to leave before Dean's voice stopped you. "If you leave, then we're over. That's it. Don't bother coming home."

You sighed as you looked back at Dean. You cupped his face in your hands and gave him a slow, sensual kiss. You could feel salty tears on your lips as you memorized how Dean's mouth felt against yours. It was warm and soft. You could taste the remnants whiskey on his breath.

You pulled away slightly, resting your forehead on Dean's. You felt tears streaming down your face as you looked the man you had grown to love over the past ten years. You had been through hell and back, literally. You had lost each other, fell out of love and back in love.

"This isn't goodbye, Dean." You whimpered. "I swear it isn't. I love you with every part of my soul. I'm not choosing Jack over you, okay? I just need time. I need you to wait for me."

"That's all I've ever done, Y/N." Dean shook his head. "I waited on you when you were in relationships, when you were heartbroken, when your sister died, I waited on you to love me back. I'm tired of waiting. I will always love you, and you'll always be with me. You've changed me, and I'm so thankful for it. You've made me a better man. But I can't. . . I can't keep doing this, Y/N." He whispered as he slipped off his wedding band. "This is goodbye." He set the ring in your hand, curling your fingers around it. "Goodbye, sweetheart." He gave you one final kiss. But this one was rough and full of passion. It really was goodbye.

"Dean, please." You cried. He pressed a swift kiss to the crown of your head before leaving you standing alone in the library. Sobs racked through your body as you clutched Dean's ring to your chest. "Please come back." You whispered.

You wiped your face of tears and stuck Dean's ring in your pocket. There would be time for tears later. Right now you just needed to get out of the bunker. As you looked around the library, you realized you had never felt this alone.

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wormstacheangel · 3 years

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For The Girl Who Has Everything

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wc: 2.4k Summary: Claire is too mad to even look at Cas let alone talk to him. Dean knew he had to step up because two people with messed up childhoods and anger issues really need to spend more time together talking about their feelings.

When Chuck was defeated, a lot of people came to the bunker to celebrate. Those times were a big blur to Dean, his focus was on finding a way to save Cas, and it wasn’t until he saw Claire run down those steps that the world focused again. She smiled at him, a rare big grin, before her arms wrapped around his neck to bring him down for a hug with an intoxicating giggle.

‘She didn’t know,’ Dean thought as his arms hung loosely at his sides.

He hid his face in her curls, not knowing how to face another kid Cas left behind because of him. He was holding his breath when she pulled away to look at him. Her eyebrows were raised in a question that Dean didn’t hear. Didn’t want to hear.

She repeated it, “Dude, where’s Cas? Is the old man sleeping or something?”

‘Yes.’ Dean swallowed the hard lump in his throat.

He didn’t look at the audience around them when he finally opened his mouth to say, “Claire, Ca—” He couldn’t say his name. He felt like it would tear the fragile wall that was keeping him on his feet if he did. “I’m sorry.”

Dean watched as her face twisted into confusion, understanding, and then settling into anger.

She was trying to fight the tears, but they fell as she yelled, “No! No, you were—Where were you? Why didn’t you protect him?”

“He protected me. He—he saved me.”

She looked at him with round eyes, shaking her head as if not wanting to believe it.

“Then it should’ve been you! You should’ve died! Not him!” Dean flinched at the words that have been echoing in his head since that night. “It’s not fair!”

Claire’s angry fist collided with his chest. He flinched at every hit but didn’t back away as her punches became sporadic but still filled with grief. Maybe even guilt.

“I’m sorry.” Dean knew those words did nothing to comfort, but he couldn’t help but say them. “I’m so sorry, Claire.”

She screamed in frustration until her punches weakened, and he was holding her. Then, finally, she fell against him, her face hidden in his chest as her grip tightened on his shirt.

She didn’t stay after that.

She walked back up the stairs with Jody and Kaia following behind her. Jack tried to talk to her, but she couldn’t even look at him. Dean couldn’t blame her.

It’s hard to look at the kid when he reminded them of the person they lost.

Of course, Dean never told Cas any of this.

Since coming back, Cas had been dealing with the silent treatment from the killer Barbie. She only replied with the thumbs-up emoji, and when Cas was too much, she responded with the middle finger emoji. A little warning advising Cas to back off.

She only visited him once, but that was when Cas was in the hospital. She freaked out, yelled at him for being stupid, and then passed out by his bed only to leave the next morning like nothing ever happened. Still, it made Cas feel a little better knowing she still cared, but she was dealing with it her way. Or, as Cas liked to say, she was dealing with feelings the Dean Winchester way. Of course, he’ll argue it wasn’t true, but he knows he won’t win that one.

Now he was sitting awkwardly in Jody’s living room watching Kaia and Patience play with Jack on the floor while Claire and Cas had a yelling match in the privacy of the backyard. Well, Claire was yelling while Cas was trying very hard to keep his tone even, which only made Claire angrier.

“I’m done talking to you!” Claire slid the glass door open and stormed through the living room.

“Then try listening to me!” Cas followed behind her, watching as she walked straight past the living room and towards the front door. “Claire. Claire, where are you going?”

She whipped around to glare daggers at Cas, eyes wide filled with tears, but she still looked at him with a pained grimace. “Did you even think of me? When you were out there being a damn hero. Did you-Did you think of me?” Her voice breaking on the last word made Dean flinch.

“Claire, of course-”

“No. No, of course, you didn’t. Cause if you did, then you wouldn’t have-” She bit her cheek as tears started to fall. She stood tall, presenting as strong, as her expression hardened. “You left me, Castiel. And now I-I don’t,” She looked around the room. It was quiet as everyone watched the interaction before her eyes landed on a little Jack in Kaia’s arms. She clicked her tongue before turning back to the door. “I’m leaving.”

“Claire.” Cas tried following her, but Dean quickly rushed up to stop him. “Dean. I may not have my strength, but I will-”

“Calm down, Rocky,” Dean had a hand on Cas’s shoulder to stop him. “I just wanted to stop you from making it worse.”

“I don’t think I can. She hates me.”

“She doesn’t.” He assures his boyfriend with a little smile, but Cas simply rolled his eyes at him. “Okay, you stay here. Talk to your son, and I’ll go talk to the other kid.”

“Oh yeah? What are you going to say to her?”

“I don’t know, but like you said before. Two fuck up’s just understand each other.”

“I didn’t say-”

“Yeah. Yeah. Just let me handle this. You trust me, right?”

Cas made a face at that, not answering quickly enough before he said, “Just bring her home.”

“Gee. Thanks for the confidence, babe.”

Dean ran after Claire, forcing his way to her passenger side as she started to back up on the driveway.

“Thanks for waiting, kid. Where we going?” Dean buckled up just in time for Claire to slam the breaks. Unfortunately, he hit his head on the front dash because the damn seat was scooted forward, his knees were practically pressed against his chest, which made sense knowing a tiny Kaia would usually occupy the seat. “Ow.”

“You aren’t going anywhere. Get out.”

Dean ignored her scary and oddly familiar glare as he pushed the seat back so his legs could fit. “Oh, come on. My treat.”

She didn’t have time to argue because Cas walked out of the front door—his trust in him really was lacking—and Claire decided that dealing with Dean was much easier than having to talk to Cas again. But, of course, he would take that as a compliment.

Claire drove with loud rocker girl music vibrating the windows and didn’t stop until she finally parked outside some ice cream shop.

“I want a shake.” She sniffled, and Dean did his best to ignore her red blotchy eyes for her sake.

“Sure, kid.”

They drank their shakes and shared some fries while sitting on top of Claire’s ugly little red. Well, she sat, and he leaned, but either way, silence remained.

He didn’t want to pressure her to talk—she would probably lie if he did—but still, he wanted to ease the tension between Cas and her, salvage a relationship he knew was important to both of them, but he didn’t know where to start.

Maybe he could start with his own guilt.

“I’m sorry.” He cleared his throat as he felt the smooth ice cream start to turn to gum down his throat. He looked down at his shake, lifting the straw up and down to hear the gloppy sound while trying to figure out what to say to her.

She hummed, “‘bout what?”

“Not telling you. About Cas. What happened to him.” He sighed and looked back at her. “Sorry. I should have called, but I wasn’t—I was a mess. I couldn’t be there for you. I couldn’t even be there for Jack. I should have-”

“It’s okay.” She waved her hand up to stop him. “I-I get it. I mean, it’s not, but whatever.”

“So, are you gonna tell me why you’re mad?”

She rolled her eyes, once again the gesture was familiar, before slamming the shake on the hood and sliding off the car. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking so small as she kicked a pebble on the floor.

“He replaced me.”

Her voice was quiet. Almost like she didn’t want to admit it out loud.

“I know it’s stupid and-and I’m acting like a child, but…” She quickly sniffled again before running her hand through her hair nervously. Looking up to stare into the darkening sky, acting like everything was okay. “He’s not my Dad, but he’s the closest thing I have, and I just thought—I just thought that maybe he felt the same way.”

She shrugged, her lips pinching together as if trying to hold something back, before retaking control of her expression. A glare directed towards Dean replaced the lost child stare into the stars, but the lost child was still there.

“Kid…” Dean sighed, head scrambling for words.

“I’m not a kid.”

“You’ll always be a kid to me.”

Claire teased with a little smirk. She definitely learned this from Dean or Jody. “Whatever you say, old man.”

“Old—Claire.” She let out a breath of a laugh before rolling her eyes away from Dean. “I’m trying to be serious. Cas… he loves you. He-he loves you like you were his own.” She didn’t look at him, but he could see her face scrunch up, ready to argue. “He worries about you constantly, and Jack knows all about you because he won’t shut up about how awesome you are.”

“He says that? He says I’m awesome?”

“Well, awesome is my word, but you get the gist.” He turns to face her even though she doesn’t meet his gaze. “Cas may not be your Dad, but he loves you like a daughter. Sometimes—yeah, a lot of the time actually—he makes stupid decisions, but it’s cause he is trying his best. And he cares. That dumbass cares way too much about the damn world, but he’s also someone who would give up the whole world if it meant keeping you safe.”

“Stop making excuses for him!”

“Claire, you gotta believe me. He didn’t mean to hurt you.”

She finally turned to look at him. “But he did. He hurt me! He left me!”

“He left me too!” Dean raised his voice; it sounded broken to admit such a thing out loud. And to Claire of all people. He slumped down against the car again and looked at the ground to ignore her big blue eyes throwing sympathy glares his way. “He left me—more times than you know. And—and don’t tell anyone I told you this—but I…I was scared. Each goddamn time I’m scared that this may be it! That this time…this time he won’t come back to me.”

“But he did.” Her voice sounded so far away.

“Yeah. Had to work a little bit harder on my end, but I got him.” He reached over and patted her shoulder. “We got him back.”

Something in the way her eyes went cold and far away made his fight drain out. He didn’t know what else he could do or say, but he opened his arms just in time to have her fall against him. His face mushed into her curls while he hugged her tight into his chest.

“Were you mad at Cas?”

Dean thought about it for a second. “No. I mean, I was at first. That asshole got himself killed over and over again. Leaving me alone.”

“But you had Sam. Jack.”

“Yeah,” Dean pulled back and looked down at her. “Well, you had Jody. Kaia. Alex. Patience and even Donna. Made it any easier for you?”

“No.”

“No.” He chuckled while she hid her face from him, asking him to continue. “But I was mad at him. Real fucking pissed, actually. At him. At…at everyone. Sam and Jack didn’t even wanna be near me.” He tries to shake off those dark memories of screaming and feeling nothing but agonizing loneliness. “I just shut down and gave up on…a lot of things because he was gone. Couldn’t really see a point, you know?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“I get why you’re mad, Claire. Trust me, I do, but he’s back now.”

“And I’m just supposed to forgive him? Did you just forgive him?”

Dean shrugged, looking back down at her sad baby blues. Hoping she would understand and that she won��t tease him about it later on. “I didn’t want to waste any time being mad at him. I love him too much.”

“Gross.” She pushed him away this time, tucking her hair behind her ear before smiling at him. It reminded him of Jack’s little shy smile. “But I-I think you’re right. Maybe I’m done wasting time.”

They drove back with the music luckily a little lower but Dean just watched Claire drive with a growing smile on his face. He’s gonna have to admit that Cas was right, two messed up people can really relate and help each other out.

When they walked into the house, Dean took Jody from marching over to Claire to lecture her. “Just wait,” he whispered to her, and luckily she listened to him. They both held their breath as Claire walked over to Cas—who looked like he had been sitting in that seat freaking out since they left—and asked if they could try talking outside again. He blinked up at her a few times before nodding, following her to the backyard again.

Everyone let out a sigh of relief when the glass door closed behind them.

“Dean.” He looked up towards his kid, who reached for him from Kaia’s arms on the couch. Dean quickly walked over to pick him up, pressing a kiss to his head while trying not to let guilt eat at him. “Is Dad okay?”

“Don’t worry, bud.” Dean watched Jack’s eyes that showed how much he has experienced, how much he understood. “He’ll be fine.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

On the drive back, Cas had a smile plastered across his face. They hadn’t had a chance to talk about what happened, considering Cas walked in, ready to introduce Jack to Claire. Then Cas spent the rest of the night watching his kids getting along, looking the happiest Dean had seen him in a really long time.

“So, what did you and Claire talk about?”

Cas hummed before looking up at Dean as if just remembering that he was there. “Oh. Um, she just made me promise her something.”

“And what’s that?”

“Same thing I promised you. Don’t get dead anymore.”

“Oh. Good. Keep that promise.”

“I’ll do my best.” Cas looked back at Jack before he leaned over and pressed a kiss on Dean’s cheek. “I have a lot to live for now. A family.”

A family. Yeah.

Dean took a peek at Jack with the mirror and then watched as Cas changed his phone background pic to one of Claire spinning Jack around in the living room.

They were a real family.

#shhhh we are gonna pretend it hasn't been months since i updated lol #4 months geez okay well have this #wormstachewrites #dadstiel #destiel #claire #baby!jack #dean #cas #jack #destiel fanfic

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beeradgirlfriend-archived · 2 years

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Cas was Cas most of the time. Cassie to annoy him. Angel to get under his skin. Sunshine in a half-attempt at a joke. And baby in quiet moments between.

Dean was always Dean. Sometimes with the additional, “my husband”. But always Dean.

Cas enjoyed the flavor of the word. He liked to savor the single syllable. Something satisfying in the two vowels held by the sturdy consonants.

Once Dean asked him. He was resting against Cas’ chest on the couch, late, long after the credits of the movie had rolled.

“You aren’t one for endearments, are you?”

Cas blinked at him. He pressed a heavy kiss atop Dean’s head. “I love you very much, you know that.”

“No, I mean yes.” Dean turned to face him, “I mean, like nicknames and shit.”

“Oh, like baby you mean?”

Dean’s face started to feel a little warm.

“Uh, yeah, I guess.” Dean shifted a bit.

Cas moved to rap Dean, holding him firmly.

“Well, I guess I just don’t think about it.” He could see Dean’s expression shift, “It’s probably just being an angel, we weren’t meant to think like that.”

Dean lays back against him again, “Huh, I guess I didn’t think about it like that.”

“Besides,” Cas follows up, “Your name is one of the most beautiful feeling words I’ve learned in my time among humans. I can’t think of something else I’d rather say.”

Dean was very aware of the weight of his breathing, he couldn’t quite process what he felt. But Cas moved on.

“Unless, of course, it’s important to you.”

Dean shrugged into Cas. He looked up at him,

“Mean, the way you put it. I can’t really complain about that, can I?”

He sat up and placed a gentle kiss on Cas’s lips.

“We should head to bed, don’t want to fall asleep out here,” Cas spoke after.

Dean grumbled at that.

Over the next few weeks, it was “sweetie” as Cas begged Dean to come back to bed in the morning. It was “honey” when Cas called out to find Dean in the depths of the bunker. Dean was “babe” as Cas pushed him aside so he could find Sam’s favorite type of vegetarian sausage at the grocery story. The was "dear" when Dean nagged Cas for acting recklessly on a hunt.

Cas cycled through a myriad of affections, sticking to one for a few days, only to abandon it again. Dean teased him about the habit and Cas gave one of his full-body eye rolls. Dean liked it, Cas knew that, and Cas was set on finding just the right words.

Checking into a motel Dean was “darling” and for a while, that was Cas’s word of choice.

“Good morning, darling”

“Darling, hand me the keys”

“I’ll go with you, darling”

He liked the way it made Dean reach for him, pull him in for a kiss on the cheek, intertwine fingers, put his arm around Cas. And so he stuck to that longest, but he still returned to “Dean”, darling simply didn’t have the same feeling in his mouth.

Walked into the kitchen to the smell of pasta sauce and the suspicious aroma of burned garlic. Dean stood at the stove, focused on stirring. Cas padded up behind gently, and wrapped his arms tight around Dean’s waist, pulling him close.

“How’re you, my love?”

Dean’s head fell back against Cas. Cas could feel his breathing tighten.

“My love” he kissed Dean cheek chastely. He could feel Dean’s body give into his.

“My love” he kisses Dean’s jaw.

“My love” he trailed down Dean’s neck, kissing deeply now. He teased the skin just below the collar of his shirt.

“Cas”

“What better way to describe the man who taught me what it is to love, what it is to feel,” Dean could feel Cas’s breath against his skin.

“Cas, you taught yourself that all you’re own,” Dean said, but he sounded wrecked.

“Mmm” Cas hummed, “Perhaps”

He pressed kiss softly, almost curiously into Dean’s lip. Dean returned with more urgency, leading them into a deep long kiss.

The moment snapped as Dean pulled away reluctantly.

“We shouldn’t have started this now” he complained, “I gotta keep an eye on this,” he motioned to the food before them.

Cas let out a heavy sigh, “Well there is always after dinner, I suppose” he paused, and the softer “my love”.

He pressed a final kiss onto Dean’s temple, and then retired a chair.

“Oh yeah, baby. Always later.” Dean smiled.

#deancas #destiel #supernatural fic #spn ficlet #deancas ficlet #destiel ficlet #deancas anniversary #destiel anniversary #dean winchester #castiel #fluff #supernatural #spn #my writing

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theyarebothgunshot · 2 years

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okay i will continue. misha talking about the hair on fire story again. jensen quoting the gripped you tight line in his cas voice. danneel calling misha cute when he comes in because he’s so young. jenmish mentioning how filming cas and dean’s first meeting was also when they first met. jensen’s story about how odd he found misha’s choices, but then complimenting him. jensen making a joke about “this is also where your creepy staring started” while misha’s like “i was trying to count your freckles” or “this is what spawned so much fan fiction.” danneel laughing at that because she’s right to. she also asks if the personal space stuff was a character choice or a direction. misha talking about how he used to pretend he was staring into dean’s soul when he acted with jensen. misha talking about the deep voice and jensen competing with his own voice, then jensen mentioning misha’s vocal damage. commentary about the handprint and misha joking about it being on dean’s chest and dee going “or on his ass” or whatever. misha and danneel laughing about it as jensen just grumbles. better yet, jensen escalates to a “gripped you tight” joke. they might talk about including the handprint in 15x18 and how spur of the moment it was. some kind of comment on the “some demon dragged me out. or ride me out” line. or like any of the innuendo-heavy lines in 4x01. anyone bringing up lube water in jensen’s face. it’s unlikely, but i’d love it lmao. penetration joke about stabbing his heart. this is getting very sexual i’m sorry. the epic wings shot that starts a series of epic wings shots. misha’s bound to talk about how cool and immense and scary cas started out as and how much that became not true. already mentioned it but, again, the stare down. danneel brings up misha’s eyes and what a pretty shot it is. (can you tell i’m fully projecting my casgirlism onto her.) discussion about “you don’t think you deserve to be saved” and how it parallels cas’ goodbye which again, unlikely, but i’d love it. wait, hold on. does this count as rpf. i need to be stopped.

okay this was a lot to take in and i was grinning like a fool (you're right, a lot of it is wishful thinking but hey it's your party and you can wish if you want to) i just had one thing i couldn't stop thinking about...... misha and dee both teasing jensen at the same time for getting flustered by misha in the beginning of shooting and one upping each other in the way they tease jensen like shfsdhfh i can just picture it now. dee: 'awww babe, it's cute though. i can tell you were stumped.' misha 'while jensen is usually so composed. huh.' dee: 'very true. what gives, huh?' anyways i also need to be stopped. god bles <3

#they just bring it out in me what can i say!!!!!!!#anonymous

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for the prompt: Dean calling Cas his friend even when they’re dating and Cas being confused

[read on ao3]

In a surprising turn of events that may or may not have been prompted by Sam telling them with a cheeky smile that he’s off to see Eileen, Dean and Cas end up having the bunker for themselves for the first time in weeks.

So when Dean wanders into the room he and Cas have been sharing since… Well, since whenever they finally got their shit together, he’s actually surprised to find Cas lying in bed wearing Dean’s sweats and one of his old ratty tee-shirts, so concentrated on the book he’s reading that his brows are furrowed.

It’s infuriating how good he looks. If Dean’s being honest, Castiel always looked like a goddamn model to him even with his ratty trenchcoat and bulky suit on, but ever since he’s started wearing clothes that actually fit him? Clothes that are almost exclusively Dean’s?

Count Dean in as perpetually blown away by his very own boyfriend’s appearance.

(Which in turn gives Sam a reason to run away every once in a while, to Dean’s greatest pleasure.)

“Really? We’ve got the house to ourselves and this is what you choose to do with our free time?” Dean chuckles as he drops on their bed.

Cas doesn’t make a single movement but Dean immediately goes for his warmth as he plasters himself against his side, finding “his” spot in the v-shape of his neck and breathing in. He drops a soft kiss where Castiel’s shoulder meets his neck, smiling when Cas lets out a silent little huff.

“Hey, sexy,” Cas finally says, eyes still on his book but one of his hand carding through the mess of Dean’s hair.

Dean lets out a hilarious huff, because everything about Cas using that phrase is hilarious at best, but Cas actually using this without even batting an eye is peak comedy.

“Hey, grumpy.”

That, at least, has the merit of pulling Cas off his book. He looks down at his boyfriend with the world’s most puzzled gaze Dean has seen in the past three decades, and it does nothing to stop another laugh from getting past the hunter’s lips.

“Why am I “grumpy” in this analogy?” Cas asks, sounding so dramatic that it sends Dean through another wave of laughter. “I’m actually in a very good mood.”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you show how good of a mood you’re in, my friend?” Dean asks wiggling his eyebrows, already closing his eyes waiting for the kiss to come.

Which doesn’t come, and when Dean opens his eyes again he’s met with another one of Cas’ bewildered look. He pushes himself up on his elbow then, catching Cas’ gaze and losing himself in the baby blues he loves so much for a little while.

“What’s up with you?” he asks, this time with mild concern because Cas is acting strange now. “I’m just messing with you.”

“I just —,” Cas starts before he stops and looks away, and Dean can’t help but feel a surge of anxiety immediately rising up from his guts.

It’s still new, this thing between them, despite having been there for more than a decade. It’s still new because they’ve only allowed themselves to have it for a few months, and every day Dean has to pinch himself to assure that it’s real.

It’s not always easy.

It’s love and laughs, but it’s also fights and dirty laundry and bed unmade and pizza being shared at 3 am because your former angel of a boyfriend woke up wanting that half-eaten pepperoni special that you didn’t manage to finish earlier in front of yet another cowboy movie.

Dean has never felt this full. But it’s also anxiously waiting for your boyfriend to explain what’s wrong after you’ve made a stupid joke, and Dean kind of hates it right now.

He lets one of his hands wander under Cas’ shirt, fingertips tracing patterns on the skin of his chest.

“You can tell me, Cas.”

“You keep doing that,” Castiel finally says, meeting his eyes again, “Calling me your “friend”, but we have… sexual intercourse every day, sometimes several times a day, I don’t see how that still qualifies me as a “friend”. Do you have sex with all your friends?”

This time Dean can’t resist and literally burst out laughing. When he manages to get his composure back, Cas is still looking at him expectantly waiting for an explanation.

Dean kisses him instead.

It still feels a little bit unreal, being able to lie in bed doing nothing but share shallow kisses with a former angel of the lord. It also feels like riding an actual rainbow, and when Castiel’s arms finally wrap around him and pull him on top of him, Dean smiles wider into the kiss.

They’re allowed that, now. They’re allowed love and sex and all the in-betweens, and Dean loves the in-betweens.

“I only have sex with one of my friend, Cas,” Dean whispers against his boyfriend’s lips. “And it’s you, dumbass.”

“But I thought I was more than a friend?”

Dean sighs, trading another shallow and tender kiss before answering. “Well, here’s the thing, babe. If you aren’t friends with the person you’re in love with, there’s a potential issue here.”

Cas’ brows furrow again, and Dean smiles.

Good lord, he loves him so much that sometimes there’s an ache in his chest when he realizes.

“You’re my best friend. Which means I’m the luckiest guy alive because you’re also my boyfriend.”

Dean fits his lip on Castiel’s again, kissing him gently. Cas huffs into the kiss, still holding on to Dean but apparently still not convinced.

“I still don’t get it, Dean.”

“One doesn’t cancel the other. Actually, it strengthens it.

“But —,”

“Sweetheart, you’re my boyfriend and my best friend and my friend. You’re all of it. And I feel blessed for it.”

Cas finally smiles and there’s something twinkling in the warmth of his eyes as he finally leans in and kisses Dean, all tongue and teeth this time.

When they part, Dean is panting and there’s a cheeky smile spreading on Castiel’s lips.

“What was that for?” Dean asks.

Cas smiles as he drops back on his pillow, his hand behind his head. “Being your lover, your best friend, and your friend.”

“I’ll take that,” Dean smiles into another kiss.

For a little while that’s all there is, kisses and cuddles and sweet words whispered into each other’s mouth.

Until Cas, who apparently cannot let go of anything, chimes in again.

“Do I still need to be Grumpy in your analogy?”

Dean laughs against his lips, dragging his lips over the light stubble on the line of his jaw.

“Would you like it better if I called you Dopey?”

And if there’s anything the past decade taught Dean, it’s that being pressed into the mattress by a very sexy Cas not even 2 minutes after that usually means he did his job well enough.

So maybe switching from Grumpy to Dopey was the trick all along.

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roundtableknight · 3 years

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Suptober Prompt 8: Leather & Lace

Hope you all enjoy my *checks time* five minute late fic for today, but I still got it done! This one is more for a mature audience but nothing graphic (sorry...or not sorry depending on your enjoyment of that kind of stuff). Anyway I hope you all enjoy 1.5k of football player!Dean and EMT!Cas, both college students.

Dean was fucked. Or, more aptly, he wasn’t going to be fucked. Metaphorically and physically different and all that yada yada.

The point was that Dean Winchester, star quarterback for his college’s football team, had a concussion now and wasn’t going to get fucked by his roommate/best friend/friends with benefits.

‘Fuckin’ hell’ Dean thought, trying to sit up from the bench situated behind his teammates, ‘Could that dick Roman hit any harder.’ He snorted at his joke, disgusted by his mind and pleased to see it was in working condition after the hit he took half an hour ago. The EMT on scene had checked for any signs of internal bleeding but signed him off fresh as a daisy with the note not to do anything strenuous for the next week or so. Dean wouldn’t have been so worried about his boyfriend sliding past that note from the medic if it wasn’t for the fact that Cas was a trained EMT as well and knew the precautions, and treated Dean like a boyfriend should: attentive, caring, and everything Dean didn’t deserve.

Okay, Dean may have some underlying trauma to parse out, but he was getting there. Hey, just last month he had finally confessed to himself and Cas that he had been in love with him since their freshman year when they had met; Cas having a studious air to him but blushing way too easily for Dean’s own good (though that blush turned out to be decidedly not innocent in the bedroom), and Dean acting like a full blown jock, hiding his love of fixing cars and other mechanical items.

Cas had been pissed when he found out that Dean had been hiding that from him for the better part of two years, and then had proceeded to say that he wanted to fuck Dean in his 1967 Chevy Impala while he completely and utterly caused Dean’s brain to fucking elevate beyond this dimension into the ether or some shit by giving him a blow job.

So yes, Dean had needs to attend to and a law-abiding fucking boyfriend who needed to get off his high horse and realize that Dean had put way too much effort into this Homecoming game for Cas not to ravish him.

He shifted on the bench, his jersey scrunching up behind his head acting as a pillow, so his lace underwear wouldn’t twist into an uncomfortable position; he had ordered them two weeks ago after he had first seen a pair on sale at Target and bought them, clearly seeming like a misogynistic asshole of a boyfriend for buying his supposed girlfriend a pair of underwear to wear in his liking, when in reality they were for his eyes only. Well, until Cas had seen him. After that he needed another pair since the first could barely make it through the wash until they needed to be washed again.

Moral of the story: he was wearing lace underwear because they felt nice and because Cas seemed to really enjoy them (a lot), but it wouldn’t happen anytime soon ‘because of this fucking concussion.’

Dean groaned, moving his head to the side. He heard footsteps approaching and smiled: “If you're going for payback against Dick, I suggest outside the locker room, I saw him doing some shady dealing with someone or the other, possibly with sugar. I don’t know what the fuck that guy is doing but he sure as hell ain’t worrying about me.”

“I’ll definitely look into it,” a voice replied, smooth and low, causing shivers to cascade up Dean’s spine. He opened his eyes to see his lover dressed in a leather jacket and skinny jeans; glasses were perched on his nose and he had a look between concern for Dean and annoyance that he just had to get in a tumble with Dick.

“Hey, it’s not my fault, babe. You should see the other guy.” Dean reached his hand out, realizing sometime between his internal monologues and past memories his teammates had moved him into a smaller area, complete with actual walls for privacy and quiet.

Cas quirked his lips. “I think I’ll pass for now. I have something more pressing at hand.” He bent down and gave Dean a kiss on his forehead, letting his lips linger and make sure that Dean wasn’t burning up on his forehead or anything (and, Dean found out not that long ago, to ground himself as Cas was an anxious and worrying person sometimes most of the time).

“So doc,” Dean started, leaning into the feel of Cas’ lips on his forehead, “what’s the diagnosis?”

“Hmm, well, considering it’s a concussion, you have to leave off the more strenuous activities on your body and mind.” Cas took back his lips from Dean’s forehead, and Dean whined at the loss of contact. Cas’ mouth softened and he gave Dean a small but brilliant smile. “It will be okay, Dean. I’m right here and I’m not leaving you for the rest of the game.”

Dean routinely questioned how he got so lucky with snatching Cas up before literally anyone with two competent eyes could see how good he was, both inside and out. Hell, the man took training for becoming an EMT just because he knew Dean was in football and wanted to be prepared if anything happened.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t help but drive Cas a little wild.

“But it’s all going to go to waste now,” Dean said with a sigh, both faking it and finding out his statement was true.

“What will?” Cas sat on the edge of Dean’s makeshift bed he was laying on now, his fingers intertwined with Deans.

“The lace panties I put on for later.” Dean could feel the moment Cas stopped breathing; his thumb, which had been rubbing the top of Dean’s hand in circles, had stopped its movement.

“What?” Cas swallowed, Dean could hear that much, and shifted how he was sitting. Dean smiled a knowing little secret on his lips and could almost hear the cogs of Cas’ inner morales stutter to a stop with what he knew Dean wanted and would continue to hark on him about as long as this concussion continued.

“And beyond that,” Dean continued, skipping past Cas’ question, “how will I occupy myself since I have no football practice now?” He laid his thumb on Cas’ pulse point on his wrist and felt his heartbeat, a fast-paced rhythm courtesy of one Dean Winchester.

“Dean,” Cas said, knowingly and darkly. He narrowed his eyes at Dean and his tactics, to which Dean smiled his charming little innocent smile and started to move his thumb back and forth across Cas’ pulse point.

“What?” Dean repeated Cas’ question from earlier, not knowing what exactly was going to happen but couldn’t help the excitement thrumming through him. Dean wasn’t exactly expecting Cas to ravish him right them and there, they were still near the football field of course, but maybe a talk that left Dean worse for wear or Cas doing his own, ahem, check on Dean, even if he star—

Instead Cas slipped his hand free from Dean’s own and walked out the door, leaving Dean high and dry.

That bastard.

Dean couldn’t believe Cas would just leave him, but then again he didn’t exactly give Cas any other option (well, except all the excellent ones he had just been thinking about) besides that. He huffed, vowing to make Cas’ next few weeks a living hell, when he reappeared in the doorway.

“Couldn’t stay away could you, babe?” Dean said, wanting to rile Cas up, but he stayed unaffected by Dean this time, instead going around to pick up Dean’s various clothes thrown about.

“You’re lucky you’re a mechanic and I don’t just walk out the door again for that remark,” Cas replied, and Dean gave a burst of laughter. Cas helped him upright from the bed. “Come on, we are leaving.”

“What? Where are we going?” Dean questioned, “Coach said I have to stay after to have a quick follow-up.”

“Well,” Cas said, putting on Dean’s socks for him one at a time, “I just talked to your lovely coach and he approved of me taking you back to my place for proper evaluation.”

“A proper—you sly dog!” Dean exclaimed, causing Cas to give him a pointed stare. “Have I told you how much I adore you? ‘And love you’” Dean thought the last part. Cas just shook his head.

“Come on, lumberjack, before I leave you here.”

Dean was about to make another remark on that (he wore an acceptable amount of flannel, thank you very much) but shut up for his own good.

His teammates were just making their way toward him when Cas helped him out of the small area he was in, wishing him good luck with his concussion. They didn’t need to worry though, Dean got a thorough examination back at Cas’ place, and another load of laundry to add to his to-do list.

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clairenatural · 4 years

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destiel, 2k. mafia!Cas/Kingergarten teacher!Dean from an anon prompt for mafia!dean or Cas protecting the other at all costs. I’m not entirely sure what this turned into but it was fun to write so I hope it’s also fun to read :) it references stuff that happens in 12x10, Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets.

“Sir, we have a problem.”

Castiel sighs. His five least favorite words. He glances up, frowning at Inias. “What kind of problem?” He doesn’t add that it had better be important to justify the younger man barging into his office like this, but it’s implied.

Inias takes a deep breath before stepping fully into the room, letting Castiel’s glass office door shut behind him. “The DA’s office is refusing to back down on the Ishim case.”

“And you paid them the standard amount?”

“Yes, sir. But one of the DDAs refused it.”

“Refused it.”

“He’s new. He doesn’t understand our arrangement.”

“Hm.” Castiel closes his laptop and leans back in his chair, considering both the situation and the man in front of him. They hadn’t had a problem with the DA in years—at least, not since Castiel had taken over. Their messes were less messy and they paid more generously for silence. “How much does he need to understand?”

“That’s the problem, sir. I don’t think he will.”

Castiel scoffs. “Anyone in power can be bought off,” he replies, because in all his years he’d never met someone who couldn’t be. Power corrupts, after all.

Inias shifts uneasily, and Castiel can tell he isn’t going to like how this ends.

“We’ve received word that he’s begun investigating independently.”

Castiel groans at this, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

“But don’t worry!” Inias continues quickly, hurridly. “We can put our best men on the assignment, have him taken care of by tonight—”

“Wait,” Castiel cuts him off with a sigh. He forces his eyes back open. “I’m not mad,” he says before anything else, because Inias looks like a deer in the headlights and even after all this time his employees still need occasional reminding that he is not his brothers.

When he’d taken over for Michael he’d promised himself—he’d promised everyone—less bloodshed. He swore to defend his family, business, and territory from Crowley and his cronies, but he’d been determined to stop ending innocent lives. For some reason, though, innocents just love getting in the way. He sighs again. “What’s his name?”

“Sam Winchester.”

And, well. That certainly complicates things. He’d known when Sam announced he was going into criminal law that this was a possibility—in some ways, he thinks he should have expected this.

“Sir?” Inias asks, and Castiel realizes he doesn’t know how long he’s been staring at him. “Are you…do you know him?”

Castiel blinks back to reality and glares at him. “Call them off,” he orders, and cuts Inias off when he tries to protest. “Call them all off, Inias. Now.”

“But, sir, what about—”

“I’ll deal with Sam Winchester myself. Nobody else is to touch him.” Then, just for emphasis, “Until I say otherwise, consider him under my protection.”

Inias is still staring at him, baffled, but after a moment he nods, and Castiel is thankful that he’s decided not to argue. “Alright, I—yes. Understood.” He nods again before leaving the office and Castiel sinks deep into his chair, pressing the heels of his hands into both eyes.

His phone buzzes and Castiel watches as a text message lights up the screen, revealing the photo from his wedding he has set as his background. It’s a message from Dean, because of course it is, asking him what he wants for dinner and if he wants wine with it.

Castiel looks around his office, awarded to him based on his surname but paid for in blood, and he’s never hated it more.

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They get half an hour into the low-budget western Dean had insisted in watching before his husband sighs, pauses the movie, and sets his wine glass down on the coffee table. “What’s going on with you?”

Castiel frowns up at him from where he’s lying on the couch, cheek against Dean’s thigh, his own wine glass barely touched. All things considered, Castiel thinks he’s been doing a great job acting like everything is fine. He forgets, sometimes, how easily Dean can read him.

“Work was…long,” he answers, and it isn’t a lie. Then, because Dean is looking at him like he doesn’t believe him, he follows up with “How’s Sam?”

It’s both a deflection and an answer to Dean’s question, but Dean doesn’t know that. Dean thinks he manages a hedge fund. Which he does. Technically. Legally, at least.

Dean knows he’s changing the subject but he doesn’t press it, and his face lights up the way it always does when someone asks about his brother. Castiel loves him for it. Dean starts on about Sam, how he’s doing with Eileen, how they just moved into a bigger house because they want to start a family. Castiel isn’t paying attention, not really, because Dean’s fingers are playing with his hair and he doesn’t really want to think about anything else.

“—I said I’d help him out, though.”

That catches his attention. “What? Why?” he asks, a bit too quickly, because even though he’s missed most of the context he can’t help the sinking feeling in his stomach.

Dean raises an eyebrow. “Come on, babe. I never get to use my degree anymore.” He shrugs. “And it sounds fun, you know? Helping my baby brother take down a corrupt criminal justice system. I feel like Serpico.”

“No.” It comes out more forcefully than he had intended and he sits up, turning fully to face Dean. “No, Dean, you need to stay out of it.”

Dean blinks at his husband, and Castiel immediately backtracks. “I mean, um. You don’t—you don’t have any evidence.”

“That’s the point of me helping,” Dean rolls his eyes. “I know I chose teaching five-year-olds over working in cybersecurity, but I still know my way around.”

“You’re going to hack into the DA’s office?”

“It sounds bad when you put it like that.”

“It is bad.” Castiel knows he’s being too insistent, is pushing too hard, but Dean can’t get involved, too. He can’t. “It’s dangerous. You don’t know who else could be involved.”

“I don’t care about that.”

“You should. You just don’t understand—”

“Understand what, Cas?” Dean snaps, and now it’s the fight Castiel didn’t want to have. “What could I possibly not understand that you do? A kid is dead and the DA is trying to cover it up and just maybe I can help figure out why.”

“There are things you don’t—” Castiel is already halfway through his next argument when the second half of Dean’s sentence catches up with him, and he stops. “Did you say a kid?”

Dean scoffs. “You weren’t even listening, right? Great. Yeah, some asshole killed his ex-girlfriend’s new boyfriend and her kid and the DA is refusing to press charges. Says there isn’t enough evidence. Sam thinks they were paid off.”

“No,” he says, quietly, because no. The daughter was never supposed to—that’s not what happened. He had been told that’s not what happened.

“What do you mean, no?” There’s less heat in Dean’s words, and Castiel thinks it’s because he himself has completely deflated.

He stares at his husband—the love of his life, the beautiful, generous, selfless man he doesn’t deserve—and realizes he’s never going to be able to talk Dean down from this. If he could, he wouldn’t be Dean.

He thinks about all he’s done to keep this part of his life safely tucked away. He cultivated a reclusive public image to keep Dean safe from being the husband of Castiel Novak, manager of the Novak Group. He expanded their territory to encompass the school Dean works at, something his family still holds against him as a waste of resources, to protect him from being the husband of Castiel Novak, leader of the crime syndacate. He’s hidden his marriage from nearly the entire family, labeling anything to do with Dean as the most privileged of information.

The only reason he’s still doing this at all, really, is Dean. He could have jumped ship when Michael died, when Gabriel left, when Lucifer took the fall and was sentenced to life, but that meant giving everything to Raphael, who promised to hunt both him and Dean down if he left. So he took the reins instead and he’s tried his best to keep his family safe while managing the business—both the above and underground aspects.

And now, despite all that, both Dean and his brother have somehow gotten themselves involved.

Dean is still staring at him, brows furrowed, and he doesn’t move away when Castiel reaches out to take both of his hands into his own. “I’m sorry,” he starts, and Dean looks taken aback but he doesn’t break the eye contact. “I love you. I don’t want you to end up in trouble.”

Something in Dean’s eyes softens. “Hey,” He squeezes Castiel’s hands lightly. “Come on. Have a little faith in me.”

And all Castiel can do, just like any time Dean looks at him like that, is smile back. And nod. And lean forward to kiss him, just once, softly.

“I do, Dean. I always do.”

Dean leans their foreheads together and Castiel can tell he’s still concerned, but he doesn’t want there to be any more yelling tonight, so instead he pulls back to lie down in Dean’s lap again. He hears Dean sigh before picking up the remote with the hand not still intertwined with Castiel’s, and then he restarts the movie, and Castiel tries not to think for the rest of the night.

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The next morning, though, he’s storming into his office, ready to lay into anyone involved with lying to him. He doesn’t get far—Naomi is sitting in his chair. At his desk. For a brief moment, he sees red.

“That’s my chair.”

His aunt regards him, cool as ever. “Is it?” she asks, and she stands, but only to walk around the desk and into his space. “And who gave it to you?” In her heels she’s taller than him but he glares anyway, refusing to be intimidated. He doesn’t respond.

“Why are you protecting Sam Winchester?” she asks after a moment of silence, still standing just as close.

“Why did you lie to me about the incident with Ishim?”

Naomi’s expression doesn’t change, but something close to surprise flickers across her eyes and she backs off to lean against his desk. “I suspect the answer to both of those questions is the same.”

“May Sunder was never supposed to die,” he presses, not backing down, and Naomi looks at him as if he’s being an unruly child.

“Yes, but her mother threatened to go to the police. Come now, Castiel, you’re old enough to understand these things.”

“I never authorized that.”

Naomi stands again. “You think you have to?”

This, of all things, catches him off-guard. “I—yes?”

His aunt steps forward, crowding him again, and he hates himself for taking a step back. “You’re a figurehead, Castiel. You’re in power because you’re Michael’s brother, people like you, and we thought you’d at least be loyal.”

“I am loyal,” he retorts, and she sighs.

“I’m not the only one who’s begun to question your sympathies, Castiel. Who are you loyal to?”

“My family.”

“Does that mean us? Or Dean Winchester?”

Castiel freezes, stunned. “How—”

Naomi cuts him off with a smile. “You think we don’t know? We’ve been letting you play house because it kept you distracted. Now, it seems, it’s making you weak. If you don’t fix this, I’ll have no choice but to cure you of that weakness.”

At last she steps away and turns towards the door. “You have an army here, Castiel. Don’t lose it for one man.”

And then she leaves.

And then, Castiel makes a decision.

In the next few hours, he makes several more—and then he’s driving home with all his family’s secrets copied onto a hard drive, the few items from his office that he actually cares about, and a plan forming on how to take the whole system down.

It’s almost funny, he thinks, the decision Naomi expected him to make—that she’d expected him to choose the family over Dean. That she’d expected him to choose anything over Dean.

She has no idea what’s coming.

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 4 years

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dedicated to the very talented @xojo. love you, and your blog!!

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“Guys.” Sam says, passively frowning at his beer. “We need to get back.” He pauses, contemplating, and then as if he reached a decision, promptly finishes off his mug. “While I can still drive.”

Dean squints and looks around himself.

The club is insanely crowded.

And Cas is blurry and drunk, with his arm hooked around Dean’s waist - and it doesn’t feel like he’s looking to let go soon, so it’s perfect. Dean can feel his warmth through all the layers in between; Cas runs hot, leans heavy, and is currently pressed up against Dean bodily, and Dean far from minds it.

(They’re celebrating, and it sure feels like it.)

“Well, you’re drivin’, Sammy.” Dean throws the keys at him, terribly - so out of it, that Sam actually has to put in an effort to catch them. “Let’s get outta here.” He adds, to the trenchcoated man wrapped around him - who doesn’t really take notice.

“I literally just said that.” Sam returns, the soberest of the three, and leads the way to the exit.

Dean follows, keeping track of only his tall, hairy head above the crowd, because anything else, and they’d have gotten lost - while Cas hitches a ride, holding on like he absolutely must.

Dean loves it.

Drunk Cas is pretty much everything Dean had no idea he wants Cas to be - well, sometimes, anyways.

It’s not easy to get him floored, but Jesus, is it worth it. In goes an unbelievable amount of alcohol, and out comes a wonder. Flirty, grumpy, clingy. It’s glorious.

“Get in the back with him.” Sam tells him when they get to the car, and well, Dean was going to do that anyways - because there’s like six to one odds that Cas falls asleep within five minutes, and Dean kinda (really) likes it when he does it on his shoulder.

“And you take care of Baby.”

He yells at Sam, force of habit, as he piles Cas in the backseat, nudging at him to scoot - and the trenchcoat getting in the way, as always.

“I’m your -” Cas starts, jolting awake, and wriggling about two inches further on the seat disgruntledly. It’s ridiculous, but Dean squeezes fit - mostly on the bulky coat than leather - immediately greeted by Cas leaning into his space. One hand goes around his shoulder, the other turns his chin. “I’m your baby.” He growls, in a monotone.

It’s fucking adorable.

“Cas, she’s always been Baby.” Dean points out, face flushing with color. “You’re my babe.”

“Babe.” Cas repeats, and holy shit, that’s not even just cute. That’s the turning-Dean-on-way-too-much-to-be-in-the-same-car-as-his-brother territory.

“Sounds good?” Dean mutters, shifting. Their faces are way too close to not be kissing right now, and really, Dean won’t mind - but his husband has other plans.

“What else am I?” Cas asks, gravel and cigarettes and a completely wrong octave.

“Uh.” Dean pauses. “Sweetheart. Honey - Huckleberry?” Cas nods, as if he agrees - as if he’s not satisfied yet. Dean looks up at the root, thinking. “Sunshine, I guess. Angel, sometimes. Sugar, that too. In the mornings.”

Cas hums appreciatively.

“And then there’s the times you’re being adorable on purpose, pretending you don't get references? Bang, baby in a trenchcoat. And how you act like you’re basically capable of getting high on hugs, so huggybear? There’s that. There’s Happy Meal, and you know, hot wings. Darling.”

He keeps going, easily drunk enough to not notice he’s rambling. All the way to the end.

“ - so that’s all, I guess.” Dean grins, eyes downcast, shy. “Oh, and you’re hubby sometimes, when I know you’re not listening.”

“He’s not listening.” Sam quips, and Dean scrambles to his senses, about to flip him a bird before he realizes he’s actually got Cas slumped over his side.

Face in his neck, nose in his flannel, hair tickling Dean’s chin.

“But hey, I was.” Sam adds, smirking pointedly at the rearview mirror,and Dean reddens furiously.

“Shut your face.”

“Sure.”

“And keep your eyes on the road.”

“I’ve been driving twenty years now, jerk.” Sam rolls his eyes, and Dean catches the bitchface in even his voice. “But this is the first time I’ve heard the words ‘huggy bear’ come out of your mouth.”

“I -” Dean huffs, too drunk to think of comebacks. “Bitch.”

Sam laughs. “Whatever, Cas’s hubby.”

And Dean has absolutely nothing to say to that, because Cas’s dorky little ‘what else am I’ cameo had pretty much given Sam the edge in all their future fights ever.

But as long as he’s got his ridiculously dressed husband snoring quietly in his arms, he lets himself believe he’ll make it through.

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 196

Road Trip/Cold War

“Road Trip”

Plot Description: Gadreel is still in control of Sam’s body while on a murder spree for Metatron, but Dean, Castiel, and Crowley have plans for an angel eviction

Before I even start…THAT’S how they decided to spell that angel’s name?? After all the -iel names they throw in there -eel??? Really??? ANYWAY

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: IM BARELY SURVIVING WATCHING DEAN GIVE KEVIN A HUNTER’S BURIAL AND WRESTLE WITH THE GUILT OF BEING AT LEAST PARTIALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR HIS LIFE GOING TO SHIT AND EVENTUAL DEATH AT NO MORE THAN 18 YEARS OLD

Is…is this angel turned rockstar for real when he calls another angel Gadreel’s boyfriend (who presumably died) or is this just normal supernatural?

God…he’s carrying so much guilt over all of this and Cas is like the only person who can really understand how being “stupid for the right reason” feels now

Crowley does seem genuinely sad about Kevin’s death. Not OVERLY sad, he’s not going to actually show the emotion, but still

Omg you’re hitting so many of Dean’s pain points right now, babes, and you don’t even know it

You know, I was thinking earlier today about Cas’s humanity, how good he’s gotten at being human. How last time we saw him, he was so happy and proud of getting to do the hunting job and grabbing a round of beers for them all…and then he tells Dean and Crowley he has a car that stopped inexplicably…because it ran out of gas

Omg the way they’re acting both like exes and siblings…there’s a glee for both of them that the other has to sit in the back seat but then the bickering over space

Why would there be no more prophets?? Crowley had a whole room of next-in-line-prophets when he couldn’t find Kevin

Metatron, I know you’ve been away from heaven for a long time, but angels are order followers, not really ones for taking initiative. Forgive him if he didn’t kill Dean just yet

OH, the woman with the dog was a demon?? Do we get to see Abaddon again??

Cas is so determined to hate Crowley and voice that hate at every given opportunity. We stan a petty bitch

I’m terrified for this angel, Abner. He just wants to live a normal life, make this family’s life better…aaaaaaand he’s dead. He shouldn’t have talked about never letting go of something you want no matter the price because there’s always a price

Cecily, girl, that talk works with Crowley because he’s in handcuffs and understands conniving…Abaddon’s not like that. You’re loyal to her or you’re dead

Ah yes, JPad’s acting skills………they’re not great.

“So you’re saying we’re both a couple of dumbasses?” “I prefer the word trusting. Less dumb, less ass” 💖

HOW POWERFUL IS THIS ANGEL??

Man, when you say trusting…………you’re about to let Crowley possess him?? Oooooo Crowley has a fun red demon soul! Did I know that already? I feel like I didn’t

I will say that JPad CAN play wounded puppy pretty well. But that comes with the practice of playing a character who’s body has done a lot that his normal mind wouldn’t allow

Nah, Gadreel, you’re still a chump working for Metatron

Is this the turning point for the Winchesters and Crowley? Maybe not fully “I see you again—“ “yes, I’m dead. I love you, too. Now go”

Yes, we’re going to appreciate her again 💖💖💖

Sammy’s back!

The boys are fighting over who gets blame over Kevin’s death…omg Dean, I knew this would happen because you’ve had everything crumble around you so many times but I promise it’s not that you’re poison

Jesus, Sam…..stop him. Stop him NOW. Don’t let him LEAVE. FUCK.

“Cold War”

Plot Description: On a Russian submarine in 1983, a frozen alien warrior is waking up

I can stand by the explanation that the TARDIS will translate alien speech into English, and even with some sort of accent from that group of islands…but the TARDIS ISN’T ON THIS RUSSIAN SUBMARINE WHY ARE THEY SPEAKING ENGLISH IN SOME SORT OF BRITISH ACCENT?? (I know the answer, but…come on)

This guys being a complete idiot in the pursuit of science. Maybe DON’T WAKE UP AND THAW OUT THE ALIEN YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT WHILE IN A SUBMERGED SUBMARINE!!! Like…???

Like you are SO LUCKY the TARDIS has decided this is where the Doctor needs to be now

Yeah, middle of a crisis like this IS the best time to not have to go through the pretense of who you pretend to be upon arriving somewhere

He is MARVELING at this ice warrior. Til they told the Doctor their name.

Oh good. He got electrocuted because a human got scared. SURELY there will be no repercussions for that

Is that Stannis Baratheon?? No…more insufferable, Edmure Tully

I took a break to look up the actors imdb pages…the number of them that have been in GoT or The Crown or BOTH?! It’s basically everyone but Jenna…who somehow doesn’t have this show in her “known for” section but DOES have the first captain america movie…just, if you were wondering

OH! I remembered! The professor on this vessel was in Titanic!! He played Cal’s manservant

How…long are these aliens’ lifespans? Does he think the ice warriors he knew are still alive? Are we gonna have to take him to whatever the Mars equivalent of the southern air temple is? Though, I fear what would happen if he found out what may or may not have happened to his people, he’s not as peaceful as aang

Poor Doc has to explain everything to everyone and there’s apparently not time to do that but he still has to and IS doing it

Ok…maybe we don’t completely blame Davos Seaworth for what the junior science guy did. That wasn’t an order he gave

Oof. You took the words right out of my mouth, Skaldak has nothing to lose now that he thinks he’s been abandoned

Stop saying how bad can it be! I barely even saw the onceler fandom but I’m getting flashbacks anyway

Ok but don’t say it couldn’t get any worse either…you’re just INVITING worse

Byyyyyyyye Edmure. I didn’t bother learning your name because you were marked for death from the beginning by being incredulous.

He’s so much nicer on this sinking/sunken ship than he was in Titanic. He’s singing Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran to keep spirits up

We’re in a sequence where Skaldak is picking off the crew one by one……but I’m getting suspicious of the professor. I don’t know that I should be, but that doesn’t change that I am. Omg…he just wants to know if his favorite bands split up. He just wants to know the most mundane stuff 🥺

I’m not condoning him wanting to kill off humanity before I’m even born, but “there will be a second red planet, red with the blood of humanity” is a BANGER line

It’s the way humans are perpetually children to all these alien beings…I dunno how I feel about it

What in the deus ex machina?? The ice warrior were still alive and rescued Skaldak….and then the world was saved by Clara singing Hungry Like the Wolf. Sure. Why not?

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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