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spncompostheap · 3 months

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These Days

(Inspired by Misha Collins’s poem of the same title)

Cas Novak meets Dean Winchester two weeks after his sixth birthday in first grade. Having never been terribly good at making friends, Seeing Dean on the first day of school inspires Cas to try getting it right that much harder this time. Although their friendship starts off a bit rocky due to Dean’s general unfriendliness, Cas quickly learns that Dean’s whole tough guy routine is mostly just a cover for his overwhelming shyness.

One day during lunchtime, when Cas tracks Dean down on the playground, he is unsurprised to find the other boy sitting alone. With a rehearsed monologue playing inside his head, Cas musters up the courage to approach Dean, hoping to convince him why they should be friends.

After reciting the words under his breath a few more times, he approaches Dean. He almost misses what the other boy is doing until they're suddenly face to face.

“Hello, Dean, I’m Cas Novak and-”

When Cas looks up to greet his potential new friend, his broad smile fades quickly upon realizing that Dean is elbow-deep in the trash can, trying to snag someone else's sandwich. Dean ducks his head, clearly embarrassed, until Cas offers his lunch box as an alternative.

“Here, have mine,” Cas says.

“Dad always packs me too much, anyway. Or at least that's why Mom says I’m getting so fat-”

“You're not fat, Cas,” Dean says, his voice unexpectedly gentle as he peeks inside Cas’s lunch box.

“But this is a lot of food… Could we maybe share it?”

“Certainly, Dean,” Cas says, scooting up close next to the other boy.

Together, they share peanut butter fluff sandwiches and Capri Suns and talk about comic books for the rest of recess. From that day on, Cas brings food for himself and Dean to share every day, and before long, the two have become inseparable.

***

Third grade is challenging for Cas when his parents’ marriage abruptly falls apart without warning. By mid-November, the yelling, screaming, and slamming of doors gets so intense that Cas is beside himself over how to cope. Sneaking around the kitchen at night, Cas steals as much food as he can carry. Eating becomes the only thing that helps him feel more in control, calming some of his inner chaos, if only temporarily.

For the next few months, whenever his parents' arguing becomes too loud, Cas goes on autopilot, and his stomach becomes a black hole until he’s so full that his worries evaporate. Soon, Cas’s mindless eating becomes a nightly occurrence. But even when whole loaves of bread, jugs of milk, and cereal boxes go missing overnight, no one seems the wiser.

By Springtime, everyone in Mr. MacLeod’s class notices how chubby Cas is getting and feels the need to point it out to him. Dean is the only one who focuses on the more subtle changes in his friend's behavior, like how uncharacteristically quiet, sad, and withdrawn he’s become.

As time passes, Dean becomes increasingly determined to help his friend and invites Cas over to his house after school. The two spend hours watching movies, playing video games, and enjoying each other's company. Dean is relieved that Cas doesn't comment about his small, dingy apartment or complain about his younger brother Sammy constantly being underfoot. Dean is relieved when he sees Cas starting to relax a little until John comes home early and ruins everything.

"Jesus, Dean, can’t you do any better than hanging out with this fat loser all the time?" John slurs, hovering in the doorway and reeking of alcohol.

Biting down hard on his lower lip, Dean feels caught in the middle. While he wants to defend Cas, he's also keenly aware that any kind of talking back will make matters worse. He knows firsthand what a mean drunk John can be.

Cas looks down and remains silent, but Dean can see the hurt in his eyes. Slowly standing up, Dean feels a surge of anger and wants to say something - anything that might make Cas feel safe again. Instead of lashing out, Dean turns to Cas and watches him closely. At the first sign of tears, Dean realizes there's nothing he can even do because the damage is already done.

After a tense moment, John grumbles something unintelligible and retreats to his room, leaving Dean and Cas alone once more. Dean sighs, feeling a mix of frustration and sadness. He hates seeing Cas treated this way, especially in his own home. Turning to Cas, he offers an apologetic look.

"I'm really sorry about that, Cas," Dean says softly.

"It's okay, Dean. I'm used to it. My mom says the same kind of things all the time."

They stop hanging out as much after the incident with John, but Dean remains fiercely protective of Cas at school. It becomes widely known all across the playground that anyone caught teasing Cas about anything will have to deal with Dean personally.

***

Although his parents officially separate at the end of fifth grade, Cas’s appetite only gains momentum over the summer. Snacking almost non-stop from June through August, Cas is officially the biggest kid in middle school by the time fall hits.

On the first day of sixth grade, Cas gets bullied in the cafeteria about his ever-expanding waistline.

"Hey, piggy-piggy, did you eat the entire lunch lady today?" Gordon Walker says, oinking and grunting in Cas’s direction.

Cas tries to brush it off, but Gordon physically blocks his path, so Cas can’t walk away.

"He’s almost too fat to function," Kubrick Jones says, grinning like an idiot while all the other kids giggle.

Feeling embarrassed, Cas retreats to the boy’s bathroom to be alone. Dean notices his absence almost immediately and goes looking for him. When Dean finds him, Cas has locked himself inside a bathroom stall and is already bordering on inconsolable.

"Please, tell me what's wrong?" Dean asks, leaning in close enough that their foreheads touch.

"Everyone’s making fun of me, Dean," Cas says softly, averting his eyes to tug down the hem of his t-shirt self-consciously.

"You can’t let them get to you like that, man. They're all just assholes who thrive on being as mean as possible," Dean says, wrapping an arm around his friend.

"And besides, I like your new look; you're kind of turning into a tank," Dean says, smiling.

"I mean it, seriously, Cas. You're so damn sturdy these days, I bet nothing can stop you."

Cas looks up, surprised by Dean’s words. He had always believed that his weight made him weak, but hearing Dean's reframing of things fills him with a newfound sense of empowerment.

"You really think so?" Cas asks, the hint of a smile flickering across his face.

"I know so," Dean says, pulling Cas into a quick hug.

"You're my best friend, and I wouldn't want you any other way."

Cas feels way more confident in his skin for the rest of that year. He doesn't let the bullies' words bring him down anymore, and he even occasionally starts standing up for himself.

***

Once his parent’s divorce is finalized in eighth grade, Cas's dad, Chuck, attempts to reconnect with him using fast food, baked goods, and candy to win his son's affection. Always encouraging Cas to overindulge whenever they spend time together, what begins as a novelty quickly loses its appeal.

One day after school, Chuck drives them both to an all-you-can-eat buffet. Cas hesitates, getting out of the car, remembering how much he’s already eaten, but doesn’t want to disappoint his dad. Looping around the restaurant, Cas loads up his tray with a mountain of french fries, chicken strips, and miniature desserts. But the moment he sits down beside his father, Chuck's mood changes as he looks over at his son and frowns.

"Don't tell your mother I let you pig out so much, okay? She won't let me hear the end of it about how fat you're getting," Chuck says.

Cas feels a pang of hurt inside his chest; he already knows he’s overweight without Dad reminding him. He just wants to enjoy this time together without being made to feel guilty about something beyond his control.

"Sure thing," Cas says while shoveling food into his mouth.

"Have you ever considered going out for any sports, Cas?" Chuck asks, his tone filled with misguided concern.

"Sports?" Cas asks, tilting his head to the side out of confusion.

"Yeah, you know, like football, basketball, soccer? You'd probably be pretty good at it once if you slimmed down a bit.” Chuck suggests.

"Umm, I guess so," Cas mumbles, looking down at his suddenly empty plate. Despite feeling uncomfortably full and the painful sensation of elastic biting into his waist, Cas forces himself to stand. Because maybe just one more serving, regardless of what will distract him from the unpleasantness of their conversation.

As they finish their meal and leave the restaurant, Chuck nods, pleased with himself for offering his son such valuable advice. Meanwhile, Cas can't shake off the feeling that he failed to meet expectations again. Longing for a simple way to make his dad proud that's not contingent on his physical appearance.

***

Cas becomes increasingly fixated on his size and appearance. He spends numerous afternoons at the library, immersing himself in research about nutrition, diet, and weight loss, desperately hoping to uncover some way to shrink himself just enough to impress his dad. Unfortunately, the more Cas learns, the more overwhelmed and discouraged he becomes. Finally, the information overload of conflicting advice leaves him spiraling into a destructive cycle of binge eating and shame.

Cas surrenders to his cravings without restraint, seeking the comfort only food can provide. Before long, he’s outgrown most of his wardrobe, and seeing his own reflection fills him with dread. The person staring back at him has become an unrecognizable stranger, constantly reminding him of his failures and everything he hates about himself. As his body continues to expand without consent, Cas’s self-esteem suffers a devastating blow. Consumed by a profound sadness and despair, he withdraws completely, unable to face his dad, let alone anyone else.

Despite all of this, Dean refuses to give up on their friendship. When Cas stops answering his calls, Dean knows something is wrong. So, armed with the spare house key given to him for emergencies, he takes matters into his own hands. Showing up uninvited, Dean forces his way into Cas’s personal space. Ignoring how much his friend has changed, Dean snuggles beside Cas under the covers of his bed. They lay together in the darkness, not saying a word, every day after school for a week.

Eventually, when Cas does find his voice enough to speak, Dean listens without judgment, trying to understand the depths of his friends' grief. After another week of hiding in bed, Dean gently suggests they go outside.

“Because it’s springtime out there, Cas and all the flowers and birds are doing their thing, and I know how much you used to enjoy it.”

"I don't know, Dean,” Cas says, unsure if he's ready to face the outside world again.

Dean looks at Cas reassuringly and says, "Hey man, I get it. Shit can be scary, but I'll be right there with you. Who knows, maybe trying something new will make you feel better."

After a moment of contemplation, Cas nods slowly. "Okay, but please understand if I need to return inside."

With Dean by his side, Cas finds the strength to leave his room and go for short walks outside. Cas notices a subtle change in his mood with each step they take. The fresh air and gentle movement help him feel a little better each day.

#supernatural fanfiction #destiel #deancas #wip #tw disordered eating #tw: implied/ referenced alcohol abuse/ alcoholism #dean winchester #cas novak #childhood friends

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calswildflcwer · 2 years

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Don’t Let Him See

Pairing : Castiel x fem!oc.

Warnings : Foul language, mentions of blood, Jadeyn is a vampire.

Plot : Cas and Jadeyn first meet and she accidentally vamps out, she is almost caught by hunters of the supernatural but manages to narrowly escape.

Pronouns used : he/him for Cas, she/her for Jadeyn.

Note : All oc’s belong to me, please do not copy or steal any of my oc’s details. Thanks.

Info : Info about Jadeyn here! Also, Cas will probably be ooc but it’s a fic so that much is obvious I guess.

Word count : 1.6k words.

OC taglist : @fairchildflag 💖

OC Masterlist here!

"Ugh!" Jadeyn groaned, her mild French accent coming out stronger than she expected.

"Bad day?" A deep voice asked.

"Bad life." She shrugged as she took a swig of whiskey before turning to the guy beside her. He was a beautiful man, he had bright blue eyes and dark messy hair; he wore a black suit and a long trench coat.

"Really that bad, huh?" He questioned.

"I'm... Searching and it hasn't been going so well."

"Searching for what?" He asked.

"Answers." She said as she scratched her eyebrow slightly.

"Anything I can help with?" He asked.

"I'm just looking for my aunt," she sighed, "it’s nothing." She shrugged before taking another gulp. "Wanna dance?" Jadeyn found herself asking.

"I'm not much of a dancer." He chuckled.

"Come on, I'll teach you." She smiled as she held her hand out to him. He hesitantly took it. As he rose to his feet and followed her to the dance floor, she couldn't help but see a man with emerald green eyes giving a thumbs up to the handsome stranger she was about to dance with. A grin spread over her face as she watched the blue eyed man dance... Or trying to. A small laugh escaped her mouth as she watched him, her hand covered her mouth. "Come here!" She chuckled as she grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist.

She placed her arms over his shoulders and laced her fingers in his hair at the back as they began swaying to the music, "so, where are you from?" The stranger asked.

"No personal questions." She shouted over the music.

"I can hear what sounds unmistakably like a French accent." He smiled.

"I don't have a French accent, it's not strong enough to be classed as an actual accent." She laughed. "You have a distinct accent though, where are you from?" She questioned.

"A little bit of everywhere." He grinned as they continued to sway.

Jadeyn sat back at the bar, glass in hand; sipping whiskey and talking to the handsome stranger. "So... I'm Jadeyn." She reached out her hand.

"Castiel." He shook her hand.

"Listen, I uh, I better get going." She said as she rose to her feet.

"Do you need a ride?" He asked her.

"What? In that little pimpmobile I saw you pull up in?" She scoffed.

"It's not... I'm not."

"Castiel, calm down. I'm joking." She laughed slightly, "I'd love a lift."

She climbed into the car with him, "where are you staying?" He asked.

"This old rundown motel, it's called Sunrise Motel."

"My friends and I are also staying there." He started the car up and began driving away from the bar. Jadeyn sat in the passenger seat, feeling a slight buzz coming on from all of the whiskey she drank.

Castiel soon pulled up at the motel and turned to her, she stumbled out of the car and closed the passenger door before turning to him and leaning through the window, "Thank you for the ride." Her words were slightly slurred. Castiel nodded and showed a small smile as she spun on her heel; almost falling over as she did. She headed towards her motel room and fiddled around with the keys for a while as Castiel watched her from the car. She finally found the right key and pushed the motel door open, hoping and praying that her hair hid her face enough so Castiel couldn't see her brown eyes turning red. She slammed the motel door shut and slyly glanced back out of the peephole. She could feel her vampire senses coming on strong, this always happened when she got tipsy. Castiel slowly pulled out of the parking lot as Jadeyn felt her fangs poking through. She couldn't fight it any longer, she needed blood and she needed it now. She grabbed her bag and began rummaging through it, searching for the key to the cooler she always carried with her. "No, no, no." She growled, she couldn't find the key. She snarled before throwing her bag to the floor, she needed the keys to the cooler; inside the cooler were blood bags.

She checked outside once more to make sure Castiel was gone before grabbing her bag and leaving the motel room. She sprinted as fast as her legs would carry her, she reached the hospital where she grabbed her phone and texted her friend: Blaire, I'm outside and I need blood. Please hurry! Xx

She hid behind the wall, in the dark as she waited for her friend to come out. Jadeyn could not believe this was happening, if it was any other night she would've invited the gorgeous stranger into her motel room. It wasn't long until Jadeyn saw her friend approaching. Her blonde hair fell in waves down her back. "I can't keep doing this, Jade. Abby is starting to notice." Blaire said. Abby was the head nurse and another friend of Jadeyn's, however Abby didn't yet know about Jadeyn's little secret. Blaire handed over the blood as Jadeyn nodded in understanding, she quickly opened the bag and immediately began drinking. "Better?" Blaire asked as she rubbed her arms in the cold.

"Yeah, thanks." Jadeyn nodded as she threw the empty blood bag into the nearest bin before wiping her mouth as the pair waited for her eyes to turn back to their normal brown colour.

As soon as Jadeyn was back to her normal self, Blaire headed back inside and got back to work as Jadeyn began leaving the dark corner she'd hidden in to hide her vampire self from people. However, that was when she noticed the 'pimpmobile' pulling up in the hospital parking lot; beside it parked a sleek black impala. Jadeyn quickly backed into the wall and was engulfed in the darkness, she'd recognise that black impala anywhere. They'd tried hunting her before, she suddenly recognised the green eyed boy; Dean Winchester. She gulped down the lump in her throat, "Dean, why are we here?" Sam asked. 'Of course he won't be travelling without his brother sidekick.' Jadeyn thought.

"This was the last place a vamp was spotted." The shorter brother said.

Jadeyn rolled her eyes slightly as Castiel approached the bin near her hiding spot, "Cas, what you got?" Dean asked.

Jadeyn closed her eyes tight and prayed to whoever could hear her that Castiel wouldn't spot her, "I found a blood bag." Cas said as he grabbed something from the bin and held it up to show Dean. Dean grabbed it and walked into the hospital, grabbing his FBI badge as he did. Jadeyn was heavily breathing by now, she was worried. Cas and Sam followed him inside as Jadeyn watched them. It wouldn't be long before they found out who she was. She quickly straightened herself out before heading into the hospital behind them.

She saw them at the desk chatting to Blaire, Jadeyn stood behind them and waved her hands to catch Blaire's attention before signing to her not to tell the men anything. Blaire stared over at her as the men asked her if she could run the blood bag through DNA to see if anybody came up. Sam slowly began turning around to see who Blaire was staring at, Jadeyn's eyes widened and she quickly grabbed a magazine from the rack and held it in front of her face. "Uh... Sure, I'll give it a quick run through DNA." She batted her eyes at Dean and stroked her hand across his as she took the blood bag.

She then walked away as Dean watched her, "Man, I sure do love a naughty nurse." He smirked at the taller boy who was still staring in Jadeyn's direction. She seemed vaguely familiar to him.

Jadeyn soon approached Blaire in one of the rooms and stood beside her, "Every time I run it through it's coming up with you." Blaire said worriedly to the younger girl.

"Is there any way you could print out someone else's information and act like it's theirs and just give them that information?" Jadeyn suggested.

"Like who?"

"I don't know, someone who died recently or something?" Jadeyn shrugged.

Blaire nodded, bringing up a young girl's information and printing it out. The girl was around Jadeyn's age and had died of a heart failure. She headed back out and handed the page over to the green eyed hunter, "Here you go, handsome." She said flirtatiously.

"Thank you, gorgeous." Dean smirked. Jadeyn watched from the doorway of the room and rolled her eyes.

The hunters soon left and Jadeyn headed towards the desk, "It won't be long before they figure out she's not who they're looking for." Blaire spoke.

"I know, but we'd have skipped town by then." Jadeyn sighed as she watched the black haired man in the trench coat leave. "He took me home." Jadeyn mumbled as Blaire followed her gaze.

"The handsome one in the back?" Blaire asked with a smirk.

Jadeyn nodded, "He was super sweet to me, he seemed different. I had no idea he was a hunter." She groaned.

"You'll find someone, hunny." Blaire spoke sympathetically.

Jadeyn sighed, "Yeah." She smiled. 'Not with this curse.' She thought. "I'm gonna head back to the motel, I'll see you there." She told her friend before leaving the hospital and sprinting as fast as she could back to the motel. Stopping when she saw the black impala parking up in the parking lot, she hid behind a parked car as she watched them climb out and head towards their motel room, the pimpmobile also parked up and Cas climbed out before following the two men inside.

Jadeyn let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding as their door closed and she jogged towards her motel room; walking in and slamming the door shut behind her.

Holaaaaa! Hi! Helloooo! Another oc fic but this time with my supernatural oc! 🤪 Please don’t expect Castiel to be written in character all the time, he will still often be his confused dorky self but a lot of the times he may be written ooc as it’s a fic and so I won’t be keeping it all in with the way C*w wrote him! Please do lemme know what y’all think tho angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe. Mwaaaah! 💖

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