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deanwinchesterscherrypie · 7 months

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Inescapable

Kinktober Day 1: Dom/sub

Summary:

(Inspired by Dress by Taylor Swift) Dean, Cas, and Sam go on a small local ghost hunt while you stay at home. While you get the bunker prepared for them to come home, you can't stop thinking about your dom. Dean specifically ordered you to not be thinking of him while he's gone, but you can't help it. You miss him, and when he gets home, you think you'll show him just how much.

Words: 3,919

Kinks: Dom/sub, Rope play, light degradation, teasing, spanking, punishment

Relationship: Dom Dean/Sub Fem Reader

Content/Trigger Warnings: mentions of sexual assault (only in the first paragraph), mentions of a knife, smut, cunnilingus, p in v sex, fingering, dominant dean winchester

Notes: Read here on ao3! Full Kinktober Masterlist. I hope you enjoy :)

Dean. Cas, and Sam left Friday evening for a ghost hunt. Apparently, Old Man Milton only comes back once every 7 years on his daughter’s birthday to kill young men that sexually assault or harass young women. His daughter died by a violent sexual assault and was found in the basement of a fraternity house. He searched for the boy that did it to her, but the college covered it up. Now, he’s coming back for justice. You told Dean that they shouldn’t do anything. If it were your hunt, you would have left it alone. Those guys deserved to die, in your opinion. And maybe that makes you a bad person, but honestly, you’ve literally been to hell and back. You don’t really care if wishing a painful death on rapists is a bad thing.

The only reason you didn’t attend this hunt with the boys is because the whole topic was just a little too triggering for you. Dean suggested you stay home, and Cas agreed that the emotional trauma it brought up wouldn’t be worth getting rid of the ghost. Sam offered to stay home with you, but Cas isn’t the best hunting partner when it comes to these small hunts. So, Dean asked if you’d be alright and insisted that Sam come with him. Cas is always one call away if you need anything, and you know that.

On Sunday morning, you get ready to start your day with brushing your hair, doing your makeup, and picking out an outfit. You don’t have much to choose from, because it’s laundry day you’re washing all of the boys clothes along with yours. It’s kind of annoying that they expect you to do their laundry, and you pointed out once that you thought it was misogynistic to expect the only woman in the home to do laundry. But Dean came back with the argument that you were only doing laundry when they were out on a hunt without you. If they were the one staying home, they would do the laundry and you wouldn’t mind. Sam offered to do his own, but it didn’t actually bother you too much. You think that Dean’s just saying it to get you to do it, but you let them have it because he said it with a really cute face and puppy dog eyes. And they do so much for you that doing some laundry or cooking a meal isn’t going to kill you. You don’t exactly like falling into gender roles, but something about them being so appreciative every Sunday night when you make dinner and have them change into clean clothes is so sweet.

So, you pick out your outfit: a pair of jeans and one of Dean’s flannels because it’s the only thing that smells like him, but doesn’t have blood on it. You take his load to the wash first, because you know when he gets home, you’ll make him change into clean clothes. You put on some music first. You listen to a lot of Led Zeppelin while he’s gone because it reminds you of him. Before he left, as always, he told you not to think of him too much. In a normal relationship, that would be sweet. A request. But in yours and Dean‘s relationship, it was a demand. Every hunt he went on scared you, every time he left the bunker, a chill ran down your spine. You wondered if you would ever see him again. You try not to think like that, and he demands you don’t think of him at all. You don’t listen. You never do. He knows this, and he’ll punish you when he gets home. That’s sometimes why you think of him. You enjoy the punishment. It’s nice when he takes control when he gets home.

You finish putting his clothes in the laundry and go to the kitchen to prepare dinner for when they get home. It’s your week to prepare dinner on Sunday night. Every Sunday, you make everyone have a family meal at a table. Hunters don’t get to have a normal life, so this is as normal as it gets for you. You don’t have long before they get back, so you pull out all of the necessary ingredients and set them on the counter. Normally, you’d also be doing some research while they were gone. But this hunt specifically was one that lacked research and needed more gumption than Dean could ever gather. As you’re swaying to the music in the kitchen, the song “Dress” by Taylor Swift plays through your phone speaker. This song reminds you of Dean, but in a way that’s more playful than sexy. He likes Taylor Swift, your favorite artist, but he won’t admit it. Sometimes, you catch him listening to her in the shower, but he thinks you don’t know. Sometimes, you see him adding a song of hers to his playlist. As the lyrics ring through your head this time around, you can’t help but think about how teasing it would be for Dean to come home to tear your clothes off. He always requests that when he gets home, you are in bed with no clothes. You enjoy this usually, but tonight you’re feeling a little extra.

You prepare the food, so all you have to do is cook them. You make homemade burger patties that need to chill, sourdough bread that needs to chill to make buns, and a pastry crust for the pie. You clean up and grab your keys. Before Bobby passed, he built up a car for you out of some old parts. It was a crap car, but it barely cost you. Bobby had a soft spot for you, so he would fix the car up for you anytime it broke down or something happened. Unfortunately, when he died, you had nobody to fix up your car. It was just your luck that you remembered meeting Dean Winchester, a friend of Bobby’s, a few years back. He and his brother were well known hunters, so you didn’t think he would have the time to help. But any shop would tell you that the car was more to fix than it was actually worth. They said it was unsafe and shouldn’t be driven. They didn’t have the memories you had with that car though. So you gave him a call, and you were lucky that he was in the next town over just finishing up a case. You two haven’t left each other alone since.

You head toward a town close by to find exactly what you are looking for. You stop into a few stores before you find exactly what you wanted. A short, white sundress, complete with a cherry print scattered across the fabric. You check the price tag because unlike other hunters, you try to earn honest money when you can. You save as much as you can and invest some of it. The dress is on sale, which just lets you know it’s meant to be.

You check out and head back to the bunker to get ready and prepare dinner. When you walk inside, you hear a ding on your phone. You pull it from your pocket to see a text from Dean.

We’re on our way home, Sweetheart. About an hour out. Be ready. - DW

It’s funny that he signs his initials with every text, but it’s his thing. It’s how you know it’s really him. He told you to be ready, but you should really be the one telling him to be ready….

Yes, sir.

You go to the kitchen and begin cooking the burgers. Cas doesn’t have an appetite, but he still sits at the table with us. He always compliments the food, even though he doesn’t actually eat it. His description of food is that it “all tastes like molecules” to him. But nevertheless, Sam and Dean still enjoy it when you cook. After the burgers are cooked, you put them on a pan to keep warm and take out the dough. You make some rolls and put them on a pan to bake. The pie will cook while you’re eating, so you go ahead and head toward your bedroom to change.

You put on your new dress and put your hair up with some loose curls falling down. You touch up your makeup a little bit and add some red lipstick. It’s Dean’s favorite and it matches your dress perfectly. You spray on some Tom Ford’s “Lost Cherry” and make your way back to the kitchen. You check your watch and see that it will be about half an hour until they get home, which is perfect timing to go ahead and put in the rolls and start preparing the pie.

Soon, the whole bunker smells like fresh bread and sweet, cherry pie. You put all of the clean laundry in the rooms. You set the table with a whiskey glass in front of both Dean and Sam’s seats and a courtesy glass of water in Castiel’s spot. You put a wine glass in front of your seat, and pull out the rolls to replace them with the cherry pie. You take out all the extra condiments for the burgers and put the sides on the table. The locks of the bunker do a familiar click, and you know it’s game on. You hear the low chatter of the boys discussing the familiar scent wafting from the kitchen.

Sam walks in and sees the set table. He waves the other guys into the kitchen.

“Is it Sunday already? Man, I’m hungry!” Sam goes to pull out a chair before your hand catches his.

“You boys go wash up first. I don’t want blood and sulfur at my dinner table. Your clothes are in your rooms. Dinner in 5.” You smile and pat his hand. He laughs a little before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and squeezing a little bit. You smack his chest gently, and he laughs and saunters off to change. Dean’s heated gaze is focused on your legs, or more importantly, how much of them he can see. Your apron falls below your dress, and when you’re turned to the side, he can see that your dress barely covers your ass. He groans low to himself and raises his eyes to meet yours. Cas speaks up.

“Thank you for putting together dinner. I appreciate it.” He smiles awkwardly before the dirt and blood disappears from his outfit. He hangs his overcoat on the rack in the corner and then settles into his spot. Dean’s gaze hasn’t left you, and you know exactly why.

“All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation.”

“Something wrong, love?” You ask with your most precious voice. You know he won’t say anything in front of Cas. He treats him like a toddler, his child that he must watch over. It’s adorable, but at the same time, he watches himself around Cas. He doesn't want him repeating things. Dean doesn’t reply, but his face looks pained. You smile and wave him off to his room to get changed. He obliges, but you can see the tension in his back as he walks away.

“Dean seems stressed. We got rid of the ghost. Why is he upset?” Cas asks you as you make Sam’s plate.

“Because his wife is his wildest dream, and he’s mad he has to eat dinner first.” Sam laughs as he walks out in fresh clothes. He sits at the table and smiles up at you. “I mean seriously, come on, he came home to his wife dressed up with his favorite dinner made and pie in the oven.”

“But why would that stress him out? Shouldn’t he be happy that he has the terribly domestic life he wished for?” Cas asks as you plate the food in front of him. He won’t eat it, but he likes to have a plate to feel involved.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean walks to the table, “can you three stop talking about me like I ain’t here? I am not stressed. I am exhausted from a three day long hunt. Now, let’s eat. I’m starving.” Dean’s gaze shoots up at you as he sits down. You plate his food next, and then, your own. You sit down and everyone eats in silence.

The conversation starts flowing once everyone starts getting full, and then, it’s time to take out the pie. You head over to the oven, which is right next to Dean’s seat, and bend down to get the pie out. Your dress rides up right next to him, so he can see your cunt soaking your white lace underwear. He groans and attempts to cover it up with a cough. You chuckle a little to yourself and set the pie down on the table. You take the boys plates and put them in the sink.

“Sam, don’t forget. It’s your day to do dishes.” You nudge his shoulder. You set out more plates and serve up the cherry pie to Dean and onto your own plate. You are on one side of Dean, so you scoop up Sam’s piece and lean over Dean to place the pie on Sam’s plate. Sam shakes his head and chuckles to himself before digging in. Cas wanders off to the library. You sit back in your seat and take a bite of your pie. Some of the cherry juice drips off of your lip and onto your chest, where Dean’s gaze falls. You swipe your finger across the juice and stick it into your mouth. Your eyes close in ecstasy, and you make a small noise of happiness. Dean has yet another cough, and you open your eyes to watch him. He hasn’t even touched his pie.

“Dean, you haven’t touched your pie?” You ask him sweetly.

“Dude, it’s delicious. You picked the right woman.” Sam says as he goes back for seconds.

Dean nods his head and picks up his fork with shaking hands.

“My hands are shaking from holding back from you.”

You all continue to eat before you both hand your plates to Sam to wash. You bid goodnight to Sam and Cas before heading to your room with Dean hot on your heels. You barely make it through the door before he catches your wrist in his hand and closes the door behind him with his foot.

“You disobeyed me.” He states. His eyes pierce yours with pure lust and determination.

“I made dinner.” You counter, reminding him that it was your week to make dinner.

“You know the rules, sweetheart. You know what happens when you break the rules.” A glint appears in his eyes, and suddenly, he begins walking toward you slowly. The backs of your knees hit the bed, and you fall backward onto the soft cushioning. “Tell me what happens when you break the rules, love.” His voice commands.

“I get punished, sir.” You let out with a bit of excitement.

“Oh, were you looking forward to this?” He chuckles deeply, “Of course you were. My pretty little slut loves it when I show her who she belongs to and where her place is.”

“Yes, sir.” You nod your head and raise your hips toward him as he climbs in between your legs.

“Oh, do you want me to touch you?”

“Please touch me.” You ask, waiting for his touch.

He chuckles deeply again before pulling his knife from his pocket. You back up a little before his hand comes to the back of your neck to keep you in place.

“Don’t run away from me, sweetheart. You just asked me to touch you.” His smirk says it all. “Do you remember your safeword?” He asks in your ear.

“Yes. Cherries.” You giggle a little at the word and how significant it’s made itself today.

“That’s my good girl.” He says as he places the knife down on the nightstand next to your head. “Sit up.”

You sit up quickly and wait for your next instruction. You don’t always have such an intense dynamic, but you both need intense when you’ve been apart for a while.

“Over my knee.” You shiver at his words, but do as you are told. He lifts the skirt of your dress and rubs over the smooth skin of your ass.

“How many do you think you deserve, darling?” He says to you as he runs his finger over the lacy fabric of your underwear.

“I don’t know, sir.” You say to him while you try to grind your hips into his legs. He lays a smack on your ass, leaving a stinging feeling.

“I think ten is fair. Two for thinking of me while I was gone, four for wearing this slutty little dress, two for teasing me at dinner, and two for grinding yourself against my leg.” You shiver again and nod your head in response. He lifts your chin and gets down in front of your face.

“Words.” He whispers and bites your lip.

“Yes, sir.” You bow your head as he lets go. His fingers travel downward until he reaches the soaking spot in the center of your underwear and presses in.

“Oh, your pretty hole is so wet for me. I can’t wait to use you.” You whine as he retracts his hand.

“Don’t make a sound or I start over. Got it?” He grabs a fistful of your hair as he speaks to you.

“Yes, sir.”

He lays the first smack and your body jumps in response. You feel your hole squeeze the nothingness. You know you’re in for it, and you just hope that he’ll have mercy on you and touch you soon.

“Nine more.” You breathe in slowly, preparing yourself for nine more.

Smack. You just want him to touch you.

Smack. You’re getting desperate.

Smack. Soon, you’re going to start begging.

Smack. You don’t know if you can handle more.

Smack. It feels so good, but it hurts.

Smack. Almost there.

Smack. You’re going to come.

“I know I don’t feel you grinding on my leg, do I sweetheart?” He chuckles before laying two smacks back to back. You let out a sound that is a cross between a moan and a cry.

“Tsk tsk, what did I tell you about making sounds?” He asks you gently.

“We- would have to start over.” You whine. “Please Dean, don’t make me.” You beg.

“What did you just call me?” His hand wraps itself around the back of your neck and pulls you toward him.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You look up at him with pleading eyes. He looks back at you with pure satisfaction. You can feel his cock that's been growing beneath you this whole time twitch at the sight of you.

“Two more.” He says, and he means it. You groan lightly, and you hear his light laugh at you.

One. It stings, but he was more gentle than before.

Two. That one is going to leave a mark.

“Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo.”

“Good girl. Sit up.” He helps you forward and reaches beneath the bed. He grabs two pieces of rope that you don’t remember putting there. He smiles mischievously when he sees your confusion and scoots you up the bed. “Arms.”

You put your arms up and he ties each arm to the holes in the headboard. That is not what you were expecting, but you aren’t complaining. That is, until he rips your dress off of your body straight down the middle.

“I only bought this dress so you could take it off.”

“Dean! That dress was new.” You look at him with shock.

“Well, I hope it wasn’t expensive.” He smirks a bit before dragging your underwear down your legs.

“Please.” You push your hips up to him.

“Please what?” He asks, his breath grazing over your slick cunt.

“Please touch me.” You ask.

“My pathetic little slut wants me to touch her pretty cunt? You want me to lick your pretty clit?” He spreads you apart until you’re completely exposed to him and glistening in the dim bunker light.

“Yes, sir.”

And that’s when he takes his change to shove his tongue deep inside your hole. He fucks you with his tongue, occasionally slipping his tongue out of your hole and circling around your clit. You can feel yourself squeezing around his tongue. His scruff scratches the inside of your thighs, and you just want to tangle your fingers in his hair. He flicks your clit quickly and shoves a finger inside of you.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” He asks as he continues to hit that sweet spot inside of you. His tongue feels so good as he continues his gentle assault on your clit. He moves in quick circles. Every now and then, he sucks your clit into his mouth. He slows his fingers and fucks you slow and hard. You like it like this, feeling every bit of him. His fingers curl up inside you to rub on that spot.

“Fuck.” You can’t help the sounds that come from your chest.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby. See, this is what good girls get when they behave.” He taunts you, moving his thumb to your clit and his mouth to your sensitive nipples.

You start riding his fingers harder, chasing the orgasm that his fingers are promising you. You close your eyes in pleasure.

“Look at me, sweetheart. I want you to see me when you come.” He says, watching your every emotion. He switches out his fingers for his thick cock. He rubs the tip against your sensitive clit and has you whining for it. He pushes into you slowly, but that’s the only time he’s slow about it. He rams into you and fucks you hard. He is relentless and merciless.

“That’s it, pretty girl, only I can make you make those sounds.” He whispers in your ear. Your arms pull against the ropes, but you’re unsuccessful at breaking them. You buck your hips toward him as you chase your orgasm. He starts rubbing your clit, and you feel it coming on.

“Come for me.” He whispers in your ear as you let loose the orgasm that's been building inside of you. Your legs shake a bit and your back arches off of the bed.

“Good girl.” He says as he slips his cock out and pumps it a few more times before rolling his head back and letting out a groan as he comes on your stomach. You love watching him come at the sight of you.

He reaches forward to the nightstand next to you and grabs the knife. You look at him with confusion until he leans forward to your wrist. You realize he’s going to cut you out of the rope. You hear a scratching noise and attempt to look above you, but you can’t see. Suddenly, he cuts both of the ropes and lets your arms free. You rub your wrists and turn to see what he was doing. On your headboard, there is freshly engraved statement:

Property of D.W.

“Carve your name into my bedpost.”

You put on a shirt of his and snuggle into your bed with him. He cuts the lights out, and as you’re drifting off to sleep, you swear you hear him singing Dress by Taylor Swift.

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couldyouimagine-that · 3 months

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Cuddles With Satan

Genre; Hurt/Comfort, Flufffff

Word Count; 1.2k

Warnings; None, just the reader being exhausted beyond belief and Lucifer convincing you to let him hold you while you go to sleep.

Pairings; Lucifer (Supernatural) x Reader

I know that soft!Lucifer isn't everyone's thing, but I haven't found enough fics like this so I am filling the gap myself! I guess he's inherently OOC for being soft, but I've written him as in character as possible if he decided to be affectionate towards the reader. (Also comment if you think I should do something similar with Casifer, I am very much considering it). Enjoy!

Here's part 2!

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“I know you don’t really believe it yourself, but you are right.”

You had told Dean, Sam and Castiel that it was okay to leave you alone with the Devil. That if he wanted you dead, you would be.

“Besides, why would I kill you? That little moral dilemma that you’ve got going on is far more interesting than your corpse would be.”

That little moral dilemma was that you liked Lucifer. And he knew it.

You were incredibly tired. You didn’t feel well, you hadn’t been sleeping or even eating properly and you had convinced the others to go so that they could get a break from Lucifer’s antics. You knew that if someone hadn’t left, you would have ended up with a full-blown fight on your hands, and you didn’t want to have to deal with the fallout of one of your friends conveniently forgetting that they were nothing more than an insect to an archangel. You’d already had the job of patching up Sam and Dean when one of them got a little too self-righteous and a flick of Lucifer’s hand had sent them both flying. Castiel at least had slightly better control, but you’d had to hold him back from starting something in retaliation more than once. Not that pushing the angel back by his shoulders would actually do anything if he had a mind, but so far it had served as a good enough reminder to stop him from antagonising the Devil.

You turned around to face him, arms crossed over his chest and head resting in one hand, leaning against the edge of the table. Utterly relaxed and confident. He tilted his head just slightly as he watched you, a smile pulling at his lips.

“I need to go and get some rest before I pass out. Please, please don’t do anything while I’m gone.” He stayed quiet, enjoying the look you were giving him, pleading him to help you out. Until you dropped it, huffing a sigh and shaking your head. You were going to fall asleep regardless and you’d rather not be in the main room of the bunker when it happened. You made for the corridor at the back without another word, heading to what had become your room. Naturally, Lucifer followed.

“How about I come with you?” You said nothing, allowing yourself a silent sigh. “What? Two birds, one stone – that way you get to rest and you know where I am and what I’m doing.”

Not for the first time, you cursed yourself for having ever opened your mouth. A few weeks back, whilst sharing some beers with the boys and reminiscing on happier times, talk had turned briefly to partners. Sam and Dean had mentioned that in each of their longer-term relationships, their girlfriends had said they felt safer being held when they went to sleep. You had agreed, saying that you usually also slept better if someone was holding you. The conversation had moved on, that had been it. Apart from the fact that Lucifer had been hanging around somewhere and heard every word, and hadn’t left you alone about it since.

“Not today, Lucifer. Please.” You could hear the smile in his voice when he answered and you knew he’d heard the defeat in yours.

“Come on, Y/N, just this one time. What harm will it do?” He just kept walking behind you when you didn’t answer. “It’s not a one-way ticket downstairs, if that’s what you’re worried about. You’ve got far worse on your resume than ‘cuddled with Satan’.” You could feel your fight draining with every passing second.

“Why do you even care about this so much?” You asked at length, leaving the door to your room open out of habit since you were still having a conversation. By the time you considered that maybe slamming the door in his face would have ended the conversation, he had already walked inside.

“Curiosity. Angels don’t sleep, as you know, so I’ve never experienced holding someone until they drift off. I want to know what it feels like.”

You stared at him for a moment, uncomprehending. You knew your powers of reasoning weren’t operating at full capacity, but that sounded so… genuine. Gentle. Usually bad things when associated with Lucifer but you were running out of both reasons and time remaining before you collapsed where you stood.

“Come on.” His voice was so quiet, so soft, that you would never again wonder how he had convinced anyone to do anything. You just hoped you were right in thinking that there were worse things you could be agreeing to.

“I- alright. Fine.” You raised your hands briefly in surrender then collapsed onto one side of your bed, faced away from him.

You felt the mattress shift beneath his weight as he laid down behind you, felt his gaze on you as he lightly traced two fingers down your spine. You had to fight to hold back your sigh. His hand moved ever so gently along your side, up to your shoulder where he applied just a little bit of pressure to push you onto your back. His expression was soft, one arm beneath his head as his eyes tracked the path of his hand. He didn’t even have to lean to reach over you and your eyes shuttered when he slipped his hand beneath your back, pulling you over to him with no effort at all. You found yourself pressed against his side, head on his shoulder and with nowhere else for it to go, your arm resting on his chest.

His hand started a gentle passage up and down your back and you gave up on trying to hold back your contented sigh. Lucifer smiled genuinely at the sight. He rested his chin atop your head as he moved his flat palm to your lower back, again pushing gently to reposition you how he wanted. With sleep already winding its tendrils through your mind, you figured in for a penny, in for a pound. You received an appreciative squeeze when you crossed your leg over one of his, and another when you wrapped your arm around his torso, laying your hand against his ribs. You played with his soft shirt for a few moments, moving the material between your fingers, before tucking your face more firmly against his shoulder. Lucifer shifted slightly and you felt the scratch of the scruff on his chin against your forehead and a gentle pressure before he moved back again. Even mostly asleep, that woke you straight back up again.

A forehead kiss? That had nothing to do with wanting to know what it felt like to hold someone as they fell asleep. You looked up questioningly to find his expression caring – caring – and his gaze already trained on you. He would only offer a minute, one-shouldered shrug in response. Just felt like it, the movement said. I don’t really care. You simply chose to lay down again rather than start another conversation, and Lucifer’s chin returned to your head and his hand resumed its path across your back. You eventually let your train of thought go so that you could finally get some rest, but you couldn’t help but wonder what it was going to mean to have Lucifer’s affection.

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theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction · 9 months

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Supernatual Masterlist

One Shots

Permission To Go Out - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic)

‘Green Thumb’ Curse - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic)

Hunting High - Dean, Sam, Jack, Castiel, Reader (platonic)

Bitten - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Jack, Reader (all platonic)

Waiting - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Jack, Reader (all platonic)

Elf-On-The-Shelf Trouble - Dean, Sam, Jack, Castiel, Reader (platonic) (Holiday Special)

Calls, Cases and Slasher Week - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic), Castiel x Reader (slight)

Wholesome - Dean, Sam, Jack, Reader (platonic), Castiel x Reader (slight)

Discipline Struggles - Reader, Dean, Mary (platonic), Jack Kline (mentioned)

Y/n Knows - Dean, Sam, Castiel, Reader (platonic)

Tuesday #66 - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Easter Hunt - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Heat Of A Lie - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Act Your Age - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

Surprise - Dean, Sam, Reader (platonic)

The ‘Talk’ - Dean, Jack (platonic)

A Tense Conversation - Dean x Reader

Not Family - Dean x Reader

Trust Me - Castiel x Reader

Accidental Summons - Castiel x Reader

Can You Relax? - Castiel x Reader

Tipsy and Flirty - Castiel x Reader

Facing The Devil - Castiel x Reader

Bring Castiel Home - Castiel x Reader

Imagines + Mini Fic

Imagine trying to convince the angels to cast out Casifer

Imagine lusting for Castiel after being affected by Famine

Imagine Castiel needing to touch your soul to recharge and retrieve Sam and Dean

Imagine sharing a PB&J sandwich with Castiel

Imagine Dean and Sam walking in on you and Castiel during an argument

Imagine punching Castiel when he tags your ribs with Enochian protection

Imagine revealing the truth behind the 'second shelf corner'

Imagine being an angel and confessing to Castiel how you handled his death

Imagine Dean comforting you when Castiel has a crush on another human

Imagine refusing to pray to Castiel

Imagine preparing to attack Demon!Dean when Sam brings him into the bunker

Imagine trying to handle Dean while he's freaking out with ghost sickness

Imagine messing with Dean when he mind-melds with a dog

Imagine sitting on the hood of the Impala as Dean fixes the headlights

Imagine trying to convince Sam to take care of himself in his pursuit to save his brother

Imagine knocking Sam out when he refuses to take a break for himself

Imagine finding Jack at the foot of your bed eating breakfast

Imagine getting trapped in a Doctor Sexy episode with the Winchesters

Imagine Team Free Will's shock when you sprout wings after being cursed by a witch

Imagine being cursed 'to be normal' along with Dean and Sam

Imagine reminiscing about your strangest solo-hunt with the Winchesters and Castiel

Imagine the Winchesters explaining to Jack what it’s like to work a case with you

Imagine trying to help Gabriel but he gets spooked and attacks

(Return to the Easy Navigate Masterlist)

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revenge-of-the-assbutt · 1 month

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pick a destiel au for me to write based off of a random idea I found in my notes app

#i have no effing clue about that last one but it was in my ideas folder so *shrugs*#destiel #destiel fic #polls #supernatural #destiel fic ideas

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professuntothelord · 7 months

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☆ made this blog separate from my main so that i could post 24/7, uninterrupted supernatural! this isn't a side! you can find both more spn AND all my spn art over there 👉👉

☾ blog name from 6x22, "i'm your new god. a better one. so you will bow down and profess your love unto me, your lord. or i shall destroy you." <- godstiel

✮ all round cas girl (gn) with dean girl leanings!! trueform!cas enjoyer, autistic!cas enjoyer, likewise with jack enjoyer, destiel enjoyer, meg enjoyer, etc ! no terfs, w*nc, etc...

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ao3feed-deangabriel · 1 year

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Stranger in the Woods

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/R3XiLSh

by AviHuntress

When Dean Winchester, the Prince Man of Letters, and his younger brother, also a Prince Man of Letters, Sam Winchester, are alone together in the woods one day, they come across something quite interesting. A man, handcuffed to a stone wall the brothers had never seen before by iron cuffs with strange symbols on them. Wearing simple white pants, a loose black shirt that was completely unbuttoned and billowing loosely in the slight breeze, and no socks, the man was breathtakingly beautiful. And honestly, what else could one do besides bring such an odd beauty home?

CONTAINS BROTHER X BROTHER INCEST, BOTH ANGELIC AND BY BLOOD, SO DO NOT READ IF YOU AREN'T COMFORTABLE WITH THAT! Hate comments and/or disrespectful comments will be deleted.

Words: 1693, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Benny Lafitte, Crowley (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Balthazar (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Castiel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Mary Winchester, John Winchester, Bobby Singer

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Gabriel (Supernatural), Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Gabriel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Gabriel/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester, Castiel/Gabriel/Dean Winchester, Castiel/Gabriel/Sam Winchester, John Winchester/Mary Winchester

Additional Tags: Wincest - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Denny - Freeform, Drowley, Casifer, michean - Freeform, Gabifer - Freeform, Calthazar, Platonic Ships, Knights - Freeform, Royalty, Bottom Castiel (Supernatural), Bottom Dean Winchester, Bottom Gabriel (Supernatural), Top Sam Winchester, Top Dean Winchester, Top Gabriel (Supernatural), Men of Letters, Queen - Freeform, King - Freeform, prince - Freeform, Angels, War, Angel Wings, John Winchester is Fighting a War, Parental Bobby Singer, Protective Bobby Singer, Bobby Singer Deals With Idjits, Supportive Bobby Singer, Sick Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester is Protective of Sam Winchester

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according-to-the-laura · 2 years

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StackedNatural Day 176: 7x22, 11x21, 12x21

StackedNatural Masterpost: [x]

May 11, 2022

7x22: There Will Be Blood

Written by: Andrew Dabb & Daniel Loflin

Directed by: Guy Bee

Original air date: May 11, 2012

Plot Synopsis:

To officially kill the leviathans, Sam and Dean need the blood of an Alpha. But Dick knows what the Winchesters are up to and sends his men after them.

Features:

Kevin being kidnapped by Dick Roman, Bobby turning vengeful, Crowley’s blood, the dangers of high-fructose corn syrup, the Alpha vampire’s special girls, Dean being forced to eat vegetables, the blood of the Alpha Vampire, chopping Edgar’s head off, Bobby going AWOL.

My Thoughts:

To be honest, I had forgotten most of this episode. It’s pretty good, but in comparison to the episodes on either side of it I think it looks a little weaker. It suffers from the same no-Cas-disease that most of the rest of the season suffers from.

I like the slow-burn conflict of whether or not Bobby will be able to keep his humanity or if he’ll succumb to the urge for vengeance, and I like that possession is presented as a violation and more proof that he’s losing the battle.

The Alpha Vampire has powerful vibes, so those scenes are fun to watch. I like when the boys are forced to accept the help from people that they really fucking hate.

Mostly this episode works to set up the finale, and I remember enjoying the finale quite a bit, if only for the Destiel of it all.

Notable Lines:

“I'm in the Veil. My Brad Pitt days are over.”

“I knew Eve, and honestly... your mommy was a whore.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 7.1

IMdB Rating: 8.6

11x21: All in the Family

Written by: Buckleming

Directed by: Thomas J. Wright

Original air date: May 11, 2016

Plot Synopsis:

Concerned for Castiel, Dean and Sam devise a plan to rescue Lucifer from Amara's clutches.

Features:

Being presented with the Literal God, Kevin Tran getting sent to Heaven, Casifer’s crucifixion, Donatello’s intro, Dean’s visions of Amara, God’s suicide note, Sam and Dean as Chosen, the rescue of Casifer, Metatron’s sacrifice.

My Thoughts:

This is a mostly well-written episode for a Buckleming one. I’m SHOCKED that they were able to write the opening scene with Dean confronting Chuck with his abandonment of humanity. That scene is really well directed, too - it would have been easy to make that an angry argument, but the sadness was much more compelling. Watching it makes me understand why God being the villain of season 15 was a plot twist.

It’s crazy to learn that Buckleming were the ones that sent Kevin to Heaven in this episode, which they retconn for no reason in Raising Hell.

I would actually really love this episode if it weren’t for Donatello, who bar none is the character that I find the most annoying in the entire series. The character is bad, the writing is bad, the direction is atrocious. They could have written a prophet that we would have cared about, they could have explored his emotional state on his ENTIRE TOWN being dead, but they didn’t.

I love that Chuck has been watching the Winchesters sacrifice themselves so much that the habit has rubbed off on him and now it’s his big plan. I love that he tells Dean that he’ll step up for the world - so it was with John, so it is with God. Sam and Dean are molded into weapons by the trinity of John, God, and Azazel.

I love Casifer and I love getting to see an angel meet his father for the first time in millenia. Really well acted and directed.

Notable Lines:

“People pray to you. People build churches for you. They fight wars in your name, and you did nothing.”

“Well, from where I sit, it feels like you left us and you're trying to justify it.” “I know you had a complicated upbringing, Dean, but don't confuse me with your dad.”

“I’ve always had faith in you. Even if you didn’t return the favor.”

“”You started all of this, but does that give you the right to end it? You know, we're not just some toys you throw away. I think you owe us more than that.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 9.2

IMdB Rating: 8.8

12x21: There's Something About Mary

Written by: Buckleming

Directed by: P. J. Pesce

Original air date: May 11, 2017

Plot Synopsis:

Sam and Dean are alarmed when they learn hunters are being killed by suspicious "accidents" all over the country. They decide it is best to find Mary and make sure she's safe. Meanwhile, Toni is back in the states and she and Mary face off.

Features:

Eileen’s death by hellhound, American hunters being targeted, Mary’s realignment, slutshaming Ketch, setting a trap for the BMoL, Lucifer taking control of Hell, shootout in the Bunker.

My Thoughts:

This episode is extremely strong evidence for the fact that the two writers that make Buckleming just split the scenes in half and then write them individually without working together at all. This explains a lot of things, including why their pacing is so dogshit and why some episodes will have good or even great scenes followed by absolute garbage.

Eileen’s death bums me out in a major way, especially since this should be the last time we see her in Stacked. At least Sam’s reaction was given a bit of emphasis and screen time.

The scenes with Mary being “realigned” were great, mainly because they focused on her emotional experience of it rather than the logistical details. I like that the boys are smart enough to set a trap for Toni and to work out what’s happening to the other hunters.

If the British Men of Letters hadn’t been so cartoonishly evil the entire season, I would be really excited about this turn into brainwashing and wholesale slaughter. Unfortunately starting off the season with a bunch of foot torture that was then followed by forcing children to kill each other kind of ruins a potential arc for the organization. I wish the details had been more slowly revealed, and that the main forces (the older lady whose name I have to retained for example) had any amount of nuance that would start an interesting discussion.

The Lucifer scenes are boring and largely pointless. Crowley is written as overly (again, cartoonishly) confident and stupid. Lucifer’s escape and take over of Hell isn’t a result of his cunning or his ability to manipulate - it’s hand-waved away with his chains accidentally acting the opposite of the way that they should. The demons continue to be weak and boring.

I also couldn’t care less about the dynamic between Ketch and Toni, they haven’t given us any reason to care about either of them, so it doesn’t matter to me which of them ends up in charge of the American mission. And after all this, I can’t believe they brought him back and killed him as a martyr.

Notable Lines:

“The perfect life. Loving husband and kids. But it never really was perfect, was it? All those secrets you kept from your beloved John.”

“Your boys didn't tell you? The drunken rages? The weeks of abandonment? Child abuse, really. It's no wonder they're damaged.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 6.9

IMdB Rating: 7.0

In Conclusion: Both season 11 and season 12 had some CHOICE things to say about John Winchester today.

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#Stackednatural #supernatural #spn #7x22 #There Will Be Blood #11x21 #All in the Family #12x21 #There's Something About Mary

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Requests - Open but not actively working on them at the moment.

I write NSFW & SFW ☾

Warning - I typically write gender neutral x readers, so it’ll be rare if I use fem or masc pronouns. A lot of my fics are AFAB x readers so you can still read it as fem !!! I’m a trans writer so my fics are meant to be inclusive. Not against writing AFAB, AMAB, Fem or Masc Readers !!! (Please feel free to ask for trans x readers!)

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Depends - Non con (depends on comfort level), piss kink

No - Scat kink, foot fetish, Daddy/Mommy kink, incest, DDLG, No ship fics

Fandoms & Characters I write for ☾

Hayden Christensen - Anakin, Clay, Sam, Lorenzo, Hayden

Harry Potter - Harry, Cedric, Tom, Mattheo, Theodore, Enzo and Luna

Teen Wolf - Stiles, Scott, Derek, Isaac, Liam, Theo, Peter, Malia and Lydia

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ao3feed-destiel-02 · 1 year

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#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester'#Destiel #ao3feed #ao3feed Destiel #Destiel fanfic #Dean Winchester/Castiel #Castiel/Dean Winchester #Dean x Castiel #Castiel x Dean

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stemroses · 3 years

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I wanted to read a fic.

But I started crying Bc I thought no one else shipped Cas x Sam x Lucifer and that made me really fucking emotional and idk why

But then I realized in the ship text box I typed in “Sam Winchester / Cas Winchester / Lucifer”

Anyway let me dry my tears real quick-

#I’m about this fuming close to making Sam x Cas x Luci moodboards I don’t think you understand #sasifer #for tagging purposes #sastiel #samifer #casifer

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Love Strikes | Castiel

A/N: I haven’t seen season 15 yet, I’m on season 13, so no spoilers please.

Warnings: Lucifer/ Casifer, threats, mentions of death, illusions to sex

“Dearie me.” Rowena laughed, inclining (Y/N) to roll her hunter eyes at Crowley’s wicked mother. “Don’t tell me you’re smitten with the angel.”

Sighing, the huntress bowed her head, denying the witch that she was being forced to keep a watch over a simple glance. She knew that the redhead was trying to get under her skin, she was after all the related to the king of hell.

“That is absurd.” Pushing her hair to the side, (Y/N) continued to pace, unsettled by the company she had been roped into having. “Get back to finding Lucifer.”

“It is a shame that Castiel will probably die, he was quite cute. The devil is ruthless, and you’re a Winchester, what do you think he’ll do when he finds you?”

“Is that a threat?” Flaring her nostrils, (Y/N) stepped closer to Rowena, only to notice that her eyes were tainted red. Lucifer was here, oh chuck.

“It’s a promise.” Returning to his vessel of Castiel, Rowena vanished, leaving only Jimmy’s body and the youngest Winchester in the room. It was tense, every step that (Y/N) took back, Lucifer would take one forward.

It was a game of cat and mouse, no guess of whom was playing which role. “Cas, I know that you’re in there. Don’t let him control you, push him out.”

“He already said yes, and although he is not built for my power like your brother was, he will do.”

Sitting up, (Y/N) rubbed her eyes, groaning at the thought of the absurd dream that she had just experienced. It was no secret that she had visions, but it was impossible. They went to Lucifer to help, but they left him in that cage, alone and powerless.

Castiel was sat opposite her, looking at the pages within multiple books. He was doing extensive research.

“Found anything on stopping Amara?” (Y/N) asked hopefully, despite the doubt and sleep in her voice. Cas glanced up, humming as he skimmed over lines and lines of useless literature.

“Nothing.” He sighed, clicking his tongue. But that sound, she recognised it. The angel had never made such a noise, he was polite, and frustratingly quiet sometimes.

There was only one specimen that would attempt and had in the past, to irritate her. And it was the nightmare of many. Another angel that was cast from heaven, another angel that had fought wars and battled with demons.

Lucifer.

“Okay.” (Y/N) nodded, placing her hands on the table, pushing herself up from the chair of the war room. “I need a refill, be back in a moment.” Grabbing her mug, (Y/N) calmly headed for the kitchen, maintaining a steady breath so that the archangel would not notice the rise in it.

She put the ceramic on the counter, heading instantly for the knife draw. Pulling it out, she found the compartment to be empty of her goal. And then she heard footsteps, ones that sounded almost as light as a feather. How ironic.

“Looking for something?” ‘Cas’ leant up against the doorframe, crossed arms and an overly enthusiastic smile on his stolen face.

“No.” Shaking her head and subtly grabbing at her hair, (Y/N) bit her lip, glaring silently at the intruder.

“How was your nap? Dream of anything… specific?” He knew, he must have. Lucifer was prying, dragging his nails slowly and excruciatingly down the chalkboard, trying to claw away at (Y/N)’s naïve façade.

“Actually I did.” The steps that she made were risky, yet she made them anyways. If he were going to kill her, he would have done so already. “It was crazy and so unrealistic, but you were Lucifer, you said yes to him so that we could defeat the darkness. But as I said, that’s just insane, you would never do such a thing, would you Castiel?”

Now (Y/N) was face to face with Lucifer, who proceeded in letting his signature smirk slip right into the foreign place of Cas’ face.

“That is delusional.” He agreed, clearly still going along with the roleplay that he had convinced people to believe. Hs voice had twisted, sounded more… devilish as it may. “I’d never do such a thing, I’m a good angel. If you think otherwise, why don’t you punish me Winchester?”

And all was in the open, and Lucifer allowed his thieved eyes roam up and down (Y/N), checking her out as though she were his prey. It would be no surprise if she were, there had to be some intent in that fried brain of his. He wouldn’t be in the bunker, alone with her otherwise.

Slipping her hand onto his chest, (Y/N) guided him against the wall, her own body keeping him trapped there, if you could call it that. If Lucifer wanted to escape from the corner he had been backed into, he could do so with ease.

“Let my friend go.” At that, Lucifer released a loud bellow that echoed around the room and bounced off of the cupboards.

“Friend. Now that is hilarious.” His warm breath fanned over (Y/N)’s lips, causing her to frown, although she removed to move away from her stoic position. “I’ve found you (Y/N), and you’re not going to get what you want, but I am. So, think of the cloud of darkness, and tell me what you see.”

“Go to hell Lucifer.” The human spat, making the man behind the demons, the hounds, the death of many beloved friends chuckle again.

“Oh darling, I have. And if you don’t do as I ask, then I’ll take you down there with me.” His arm raised, his palm coming to a strike upon (Y/N)’s face, leaving her to fall upon the floor, looking up at him with hatred, yet the attraction remained, considering the vessel.

“It doesn’t work like that I’m afraid.” Sighing, (Y/N) stroked the side of her face that had taken the blow, trying to lessen the burn with her own touch. “And it wouldn’t be my first rodeo in that place, you can’t break me.”

“But I can break the man trapped up here.” Lucifer pointed to his head, indicating that Cas still had some consciousness. It was a threat to whom she cared about most, the angel that had saved her from so many dangerous circumstances. Without him, there would be no her or her brothers, they’d have all met their doom if he hadn’t come when they were in need of him most. And on some occasions, they had. “And that would break your poor little human heart, would it not? Because Castiel isn’t just a friend, I can see into his memories. They prove otherwise.”

He was strange, an angel. A while back she would have laughed if someone had told her that they existed, but (Y/N) couldn’t deny it. He had rescued Dean from hell, it was more than a miracle. Her brothers were her world, and for his good deed, she could not help but bizarrely care for the newcomer as well.

“Thankyou Castiel.” She spoke into the night, as she sat herself upon the hood of an old, ran down car, outside of Bobby’s place. Loss was a term that the hunter was not foreign to, both of her parents were gone. And it hurt, but losing Dean was too painful, he was not only a brother to her and Sam, but a mother and a father to the absent ones.

“He has a purpose.” Was the reply after the sound of landing wings. Turning, (Y/N) saw the angel’s vessel stood beside the vehicle, to which she smiled at the sight of him. “Dean could not fulfil it in hell.”

“I know.” She stood, getting a tad cold from the breeze. “But I mean it, truly. No matter the reason you saved him, I still got my brother back. There is nothing I can do to repay you for that, we don’t have much, just each other.”

Walking closer, (Y/N) pressed her lips upon the angel’s cheek, leaving them there for a moment before pulling back. “Goodnight Castiel.”

As the young woman departed, Castiel frowned, touching the part of Jimmy’s face of which she touched. It was the first time a human had had such contact with him, it felt different. He couldn’t place his finger on it, or how he was supposed to have felt.

“It’s our last night on earth, what do you want to do then?” Dean asked Cas when he refused to go to a strip club.

“Spend time with your sister.” The angel answered honestly, to which the eldest Winchester sibling frowned, growing not only suspicious but a tiny bit curious. “It will be her last night also.”

“Don’t tell me that you are planning on sleeping with her.” The human sighed to his angelic friend, dreading the answer that he would receive. Of course, Dean had noticed that (Y/N) and Cas had some sort of weird connection, but this was not what he wanted the conclusion to that to be.

“I don’t need to sleep, and if I did, why would I do that with someone else?” Sometimes Castiel was the epidemy of innocence, and that could easily frustrate Dean. However, he was relieved to know that was not where the angel’s mind was at.

“As in sex Cas, with my sister.” He simplified the term for the enochian being, who tilted his head in return.

“Why would I do that? I have no intent to do that with anyone, that is a human process to reproduce, and for pleasure. Neither are my goals.”

Everything was white. The walls, the floors, there was no darkness. (Y/N) turned, investigating the apparent office that she was contained in. It was too neat, to spotless to belong to someone on earth.

“You’re awake.” The voice belonged to Castiel. (Y/N) would recognise it anywhere, and so she ignored trying to figure out where in the world she was, and simply asked the juiced up angel.

“Where the hell are we Cas?”

“Heaven.” He answered, his blue eyes raking up her body, attempting to determine her next move. “And you can call me God.”

The hunter frowned at the way her friend was presenting himself. The angel that she knew had no intent for power, for anything other than to make the world a better place. “I was dead, in hell.” She spoke, reminding herself as though it would return her to the eternal nightmare.

“Exactly, you were.” Castiel responded, giving her a sad smile, remembering her death. “But as I said, I am now God, I brought you back. I can do and have whatever I please, and I didn’t want you to be suffering down there, my desire was to have you here beside me so that you can breathe again.”

Her (Y/E/C) eyes gazed up at the angel with wonder, but also suspicion. Once heaven had resented him, casted him out of their barracks, but now here he was, taking over the role of his father.

“Where are Sam and Dean?” She asked her friend, but he shook his head, thinking of how they could not see the same vision that he had been blessed with. He was trying to do good, yet they had an intent to stop him, deny him of this role.

“Alive and safe, with Bobby I believe.” He answered her, before walking closer to her body that was in need of rest. “And you’re here with me, and I won’t let you die again. If I let you go back to that planet, I have a bad feeling that you will.”

“What am I supposed to do up here? You may be God or whatever you claim, but I’m a Winchester, I need to save people, hunt things. That’s all I’ve got as my legacy, and if I die again, it will remain the same. There is nothing more for me than this life.”

“I’m here, and I want you.” Castiel felt invincible, like he could do anything. And surely he could, he was above all, no one could stop him or divert his choices with claimed orders or pitiful, human speeches.

Lightly, he pressed his lips to (Y/N)’s, making her shut her eyes in return. And he yearned for more, his hands slid down to her hips, picking her up and placing her elegantly on the white table. He couldn’t get enough of finally understanding how he felt the first time they had touched.

(Y/N) ran, trying to attract no attention as she hurdled through the never ending forest. This place was inhabited of monsters of all sorts, vampires, werewolves, wendigos. And they all wanted to kill her, even more so, the ones that she had slaughtered.

Her legs refused to slow, even as she came to a clearing that showed a river. That was until she saw a man, sat by it, to which she stumbled at. The chances were, he was another creature that wished to hunt her, but her foot slid, creating a sound of scraping rocks.

The figure stood and turned, revealing a beard, and blue eyes. His blue eyes. Castiel.

“Cas.” She whispered, shocked by the sight of him. Instantly, she took off towards him, running faster than she had for her life. (Y/N) thought she was all alone in this place, but god was she glad to see the angel, even if he wasn’t at his best. “You’re here.” She sighed, throwing her tired arms around his dishevelled form.

After a second, he reciprocated her action, slowly enclosing her shoulders in his gentle and weak grasp. “Where are we?” She asked worriedly, hardly thinking about their past exchanges back when the angel claimed to be his holy father.

“Purgatory.”

Humans were strange to observe, but it was even more peculiar to be one. Walking through the bunker, Castiel turned a corner, only to have his body collide with another. A familiar one, (Y/N).

“You’re back.” She spoke as she steadied herself and looked up at his face. However his appearance had changed, quite a bit. There was no trench coat, or button up, or tie. In their place, there were joggers and an old tee.

“Not for long.” He quipped back, feeling relieved for finally having a shower. “I can’t stay.” He put it simply.

“How come?” (Y/N) asked worriedly. Something was different, not only his appearance. He, himself was different, the hunter could sense it.

“Dean said I can’t.” He bowed his head, choosing to respect his friend’s choice. “I should get going.” He replied, going to one of the spare rooms, to grab his stuff.

“Let me come with you.”

“Those nights in those motel rooms don’t support your story.” Lucifer remarked, the thought of him knowing, seeing everything made (Y/N) feel sick. It was an absolute invasion of privacy. “It is quite sad though.” The archangel pouted, drawing a tear down Castiel’s face with his finger. “You almost got a happy ending with my little average bro, if he had stayed human, maybe, just maybe you would have escaped this life.”

“That’s not true.” Just the possibility caused pain in her chest, mostly due to the fact that Lucifer was not lying. He was reeling off a chance that she had gotten and missed.

“Don’t lie to yourself.” He cackled. “So, are you going to help me, or am I gonna have to make you?”

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