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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Your Next Meal: Part Two

Pairing: Castiel x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: ~700

Warnings: trying to eat your family, feeling guilty and sad for what you did, comforting!cas

Summary: You come clean to your father about what you did and the hunt you went on. He hates you didn't tell him but he's your dad and will always love you no matter what species you are.

read part one here: Your Next Meal (part two requested by @gabrielslittleangel)

Square Filled: body swap (in the sense that she swaps body with a wolf) for @castielspnbingo (deleted bingo)

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

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Sam, Dean, and Castiel turn to run out of the room but you’re already trying to pounce on them. Saliva drips from your mouth at the thought of ripping into their bodies, and you bark so loud the noise echoes off the walls. All three men run for their lives straight down to the control room where they have access to shut down the entire Bunker. If you can’t have them, you might be inclined to leave the Bunker and hurt someone innocent.

Castiel uses his powers to slam the doors closed just as you ram your entire body into the door. Sam scrambles to press the lockdown button that shuts down every door, locks them, and turns the blinking red lights on.

You bark loudly and slam your body against the door yet again causing it to shake and almost splinter.

“How the hell did this happen?” Dean gasps.

“I don’t know. Y/N! Stop!”

You bang against the door again. This time, it does splinter and the wood pierces your arm. You howl out in pain and back up to give yourself a break. The door is made of metal but the outer layer is wood which is why it was able to break off and pierce you. Suddenly, the urge to kill isn’t so bad now that you have a wound to take care of. You whimper in pain and run down the hallway to somewhere isolated.

Sam, Dean, and Castiel stare at the door in fear you’re taking a break to ram the door again. However, after an hour of sitting there, they figure you must have moved on to something else. Sam turns the alarm off, allowing people to enter and exit the Bunker freely. The red lights shut off and are replaced by the dim yellow ones.

Castiel opens the door and sees a pool of blood by the door. Wolf or not, you’re still his daughter. If he sees blood, he’s immediately going to get worried for your safety. The trail of blood leads them to the infirmary where you’re sitting on the bed in your human form. Tears are streaming down your face as you’re trying to heal yourself.

“I’m so sorry,” you sob and yank a piece of wood out of your arm.

“What happened?” Sam asks in a gentle tone that makes you cry harder.

“I went on a hunt without you guys. I just wanted to prove myself. Life’s been hard without my powers and I wanted to do something good for once instead of screw it up like I always do. I wanted to prove I could still help people even if I’m not an angel. I got bit by the werewolf. I was so scared to tell you. I messed up. I’m so sorry,” you sob.

Sam and Dean give you and Castiel a moment to yourselves as father and daughter. They will discuss it later but this moment is reserved for you two. Castiel walks over to you and places his hand on your arm. He uses his angelic powers to heal you of any wounds you might have.

“I’m upset you didn’t tell us what happened and the fact that you went on a hunt by yourself, but you’re my daughter. I’m gonna love you no matter what species you are. We can and will definitely talk about this later, but what matters right now is that you’re okay.”

“Don’t hate me, please,” you cry and look up at him. “I’m so sorry.”

“Come here,” he whispers. He pulls you into a hug and lets you cry into his chest. He rubs your back soothingly and smooths down your hair. “I could never hate you. I love you so much. We’ll figure this out together. Garth is a werewolf. We can talk to him and have him help you adjust.”

“Okay,” you nod and pull away from him.

“Without your mother, it’s just you and me.” He leans down and kisses your head. “Right now, that’s all you’re ever going to need. We’ll figure it out together.”

You messed up but there is a way to deal with it instead of panicking and hurting someone who doesn’t deserve it. It’s not going to be easy, but what is?

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[sweetness47]

Chocolate Almonds

Pairing AU Alpha! Cas x Omega! Reader

@castielspnbingo​ – amnesia

@spnabobingo​ – chocolate/coconut/almond

@spngenrebingo​ – Castiel

WARNINGS: MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY!!! Smut, abo themes, knotting, heat, rut, amnesia, angst, fluff

Word count: 1925

It was a horrible weakness, her one Achilles heel, and she always kicked herself for it. Especially when she did midnight runs to the local convenience store. She swore that one day, chocolate covered almonds would be the death of her.

She never heard anything behind her, walking to the beat of her play list, munching on the sweet crunchy chocolate delights. When the hand snaked around her face, cupping her mouth so she couldn’t scream, then another strong arm grabbed her around her waist, dragging her to the nearby alley, where the promise of something horrible awaited.

She managed to get one scream out when he threw her to the ground, but the assailant slammed her head hard against a dumpster, ceasing any more rescue thoughts.

But luck was on her side.

Castiel was walking home from the bar. He was just a regular guy, sort of. A self made millionaire. But he never fell into the rich snob category. Cas was a kind, gentle soul, one that was always willing to get his hands dirty for a good cause.

He heard the scream but only one. He listened, his hearing picking up movement by the dumpster in the alley. Quietly, he went toward the commotion, his gut instincts telling him to check the noise out.

The assailant was surprised as he was viciously pulled from his victim, and flung into a nearby puddle. He looked over at Cas, sizing him up for a takedown. Cas was faster, stronger, subduing his opponent in seconds, then calling the cops to pick him up.

The young woman was unconscious, half naked, but still covered. The bastard who attacked her hadn’t been able to finish what he started, which was good, but she needed care. The gash on the right side of her temple was bleeding and needed to be cleaned and bandaged. Gently, he picked her up and took her to his apartment not two blocks away. He was careful to cover her first, his jacket placed modestly over her ripped blouse. Within 15 minutes, he was crossing the threshold to his penthouse suite, guest in tow.

After she didn’t wake the first time, he phoned his friend Dean, a paramedic, to come and take a look at her. Dean would be able to assess if she needed to go to the hospital. Cas had cleaned the wound and bandaged it, but it had been over 12 hours. After examining the woman, checking her vitals, taking a look at the cut, Dean reassured Cas she was ok. Her body was resting, which was good for her. He told his friend that if she didn’t wake by day three, then he should bring her in, and have her assessed for brain injury.

Ever the gentleman, Cas grabbed a blanket and put it over his guest, and left her a note, and a change of clothes, in case she woke while he slept.

His sense of smell woke him around 7am, the tantalizing aroma of bacon and eggs too good to ignore. He frowned though, momentarily forgetting that he wasn’t alone in the suite. Then he remembered the night before last, the woman he’d saved, an Omega. Getting up, he donned jeans and a tee, ran his fingers through his charcoal black hair.

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YN woke up in momentary panic, wondering where she was. Her head was fuzzy, and it hurt like hell. Gingerly she put her fingers to the bandage, wincing as she came in contact with the still fresh cut. She studied her torn clothes, then the blanket and the living room. That’s when she saw the fresh clothes and the note.

Picking up the piece of paper, she read the words:

Hello,

I don’t want you to be scared. I rescued you from the alley two nights ago and brought you to my home. I cleaned and bandaged your wound, and left you some fresh clothes to change in to. They aren’t women’s clothes, but they should do for now.

Please feel free to use the shower located across from the couch where you woke. Also, please help yourself to the food in my kitchen. There’s also coffee in the cupboard and creamer in the fridge. If you need anything just knock on my door. My room is the one at the end of the hall behind where you slept.

Castiel James Novak

She smiled to herself. This man risked his safety to save her? Flashes of a man dragging her to the alley tore through her head. She rubbed her temples gently, mindful of the gash. She wondered if somewhere he kept Tylenol or Advil, cuz she had one massive migraine.

She did find Tylenol, took two, then looked at what the kitchen offered in the way of breakfast. She found bacon, eggs, bread. Perfect. She found a frying pan and spatula, and set to work.

About 20 minutes into her cooking, a rather dashing man walked into the living area, his dark hair freshly slept on, and she had to contain a giggle. It added to the handsome part though. In fact, this man could fall in a large puddle of mud, and still come out looking like an Adonis.

“Morning.” His voice was like honey.

“Hi.” She said, blushing. “I made enough food for two, if you want. I hope that’s ok.”

He nodded. “I did give you permission to eat. So yes, that’s fine. And thank you for the food. it smells delicious.”

She motioned to the dining table, where plates and cutlery had already been set out. She brought over the bacon and scooped some scrambled eggs on to his plate, then onto her own. A plate of toast sat beside the bacon, prompting Cas to grab two pieces, as well as three strips of bacon.

Coffee had also been brewed, and a steaming cup sat by his plate. He brought the hot mug to his lips and sipped. “The coffee’s perfect. Even I can’t get it that good. What’s your secret?”

YN frowned. “To be honest, I’m not sure. I can’t remember my name, the events of last night are hazy, and yet I can cook and make amazing coffee.”

He chuckled at the last part. “I second that. I might have to hire you to make me coffee, and food if this breakfast is any indication as to your kitchen skills.”

It was her turn to giggle. “I might have to take that offer if I can’t remember who I am.”

He got up and moved to the table by the couch. “Your purse remained untouched from what I could gather. It hadn’t been opened. Perhaps this will help.”

She shrugged. “Maybe.”

She took the black leather bag, and right away noticed the phone with the ear plugs in. She opened the zipper and found her wallet and ID. “Hmmmm, YFN YLN.”

He was intrigued. “YN. It’s suits you. Does it have an address?” she nodded. “Once we finish breakfast, I’ll drive you home if you want.”

They finished eating and cleaned the dishes. Cas grabbed some socks and a jacket, and grabbed a sweater for YN, who’s jacket was filthy from the attempted assault.

The drive wasn’t far, and they arrived at her home within a few minutes. He got out and opened the door for her. A decent sized two story bungalow greeted them, the outside clean and in good repair. The inside was just as stunning, rich dark wood floors, contrasted with a white sofa and loveseat, a very impressive kitchen, bigger than his, and three bedrooms. He had to admit to being somewhat jealous as he toured the home.

“Nice place.” He commented.

“I’m having a hard time believing it’s mine, or that I live alone. This is way too big.” YN walked around, looking at pictures of family she didn’t remember. On the dining table sat a bowl of chocolate covered almonds, and YN absently picked a handful up and began munching on them.

He watched her. “Chocolate Almonds? I remember seeing them scattered around the area where I found you.”

She looked down at the sweet treats, pursing her lips. “I think they are weakness of mine. They are my comfort go to food.”

His deep throaty chuckle had the Omega in her wet with need. And he was starting to smell like Chocolate covered almonds.

God, she was going into heat? With an Alpha nearby she’d only just met, who smelled divine? Shit.

It was at that moment Castiel noticed the stronger scent emanating from YN, and the Alpha in him stirred. She reminded him of a summer breeze, of a field of wild flowers and a hint of honey. She was starting a heat, and she smelled like heaven.

Fan fucking tastic.

Not that they found each other unattractive, but the having only just met made the next sentence somewhat awkward. YN spoke first. “My heat, I’ve never had this kind of reaction around an Alpha before. Your scent, it’s intoxicating. It’s exactly like my favorite candy.” She said, gesturing toward the chocolates.

Cas had the decency to blush. “I’ve never smelled anything so delicious, and especially not from an Omega.”

He growled, reaching for her, and YN didn’t resist, pulling him as he pulled her, their lips teasing, kissing, teeth biting, nibbling. She led him to her room, their bodies crashing together on the bed, hands tearing at each other’s clothing.

“Alpha!” she pleaded.

His response was to shed what remained of his clothes and hers, his hand exploring her body, caressing the soft flesh between her thighs. His fingers dipped inside her heat, moving slowly, and YN moaned, bucking her hips, silent pleading for more. Cas continued thrusting his digits into her, and she could feel the tightening in her abdomen, the build of one hell of an orgasm. It crashed into her like a tidal wave, hard and with enough force to stop a locomotive. She screamed his name, coating his fingers with her juices.

Cas lined up the tip of his hard cock with her hole, rubbing along the slit to gather some of those juices for lubrication. Then he pushed in, one hard thrust to break through the barrier, then stilled, allowing the shock to subside.

When he moved, YN climaxed once again, the pleasure increasing as he pressed forward. The pain had been minimal, and was now forgotten, drowned out by this Alpha. Another wave of erotic pleasure shot through her, two more times in fact, before Cas slowed his movements, feeling his knot swell, then crying out as he spilled ropes of cum inside her, filling her with his seed.

She shook with another orgasm as Cas nuzzled her scent gland, then sank his fangs deep, claiming her as his. She felt her head explode as the venom hit her bloodstream, forcing her memory to surface, remembering everything up to the moment the man had knocked her out.

Cas propped himself on his elbows. “Are you alright?”

She winced. “Yeah, fine now. I got my memory back. It must have been triggered by the amazing orgasms.”

He laughed. “Well, obviously they were healing orgasms. You should have at least 10 per day to keep in good health.”

Both Alpha and Omega broke out in hysterical laughter as they snuggled in the bed together.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Growing Family

Pairing: Castiel x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~500

Warnings: none!

Request by @gabrielasilva1510​: Hi can I request for Castiel x reader where after their daughter recover from a flu they bring her some candies.

Summary: You and Castiel take care of your daughter as she recovers from the flu.

Square Filled: accidental marriage for @castielspnbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

Never did you think you were ever going to be where you are. If someone told you years ago that you’d be married to Castiel and have a daughter of your own, then you would have called them crazy. You love Castiel with all of your heart, but you never expected to be married to him.

You are a human and he is an angel. There always has been an attraction between you two ever since he arrived in your life, but you didn’t want to act on it because you knew what would happen. You’d grow old while he would stay exactly how he is now. You wouldn’t be able to have his children or else you’d die like Kelly Kline did.

Everything changed when Castiel went to Purgatory. It made you realize that he could be gone in an instant, and if you’re going to hope to be with Castiel at some point, you’d have to act on it now. When he came back from Purgatory, you poured your heart out to him, and you’ve been with each other ever since.

One thing you’ve always wanted is kids, and since you didn’t want to die if you were to have Castiel’s children, you decided that it would be best if you adopted. As a result, you got a beautiful little girl who is recovering from the flu. You still want her to have soup, but you can see Castiel sneaking in some sweets for her to eat.

“Ready?” you ask, placing a small flower on the side of her bowl.

“When you are.”

You two walk to your daughter’s room where she is still in bed, coughing.

“Are you feeling, baby?” you ask and set her soup down on her nightstand.

“Okay. My throat still hurts.”

“The soup will help with that, okay? Try to eat as much as you can.”’

“Okay,” she coughs.

“Do you want to watch some TV? I can put a movie on,” Castiel offers.

“Can it be the spongebob movie?”

“Yes, it can be the spongebob movie,” you chuckle.

You turn her TV on and go to the DVR where you’ve recorded the spongebob movie for her. While your back is turned to your family, Castiel sits at the end of the bed and reveals the sweets he brought for her.

“Don’t tell your mom,” Castiel whispers with a grin.

“Okay,” she whispers back.

He hands over the treats, and she slides them underneath the covers to hide them from her. You play the movie and lay the remote by her side just in case she wants to watch something else.

“Okay, we’ll be back a little later to check on you. Eat your soup.”

“Can I feel Daddy’s wings?”

Casteil releases his wings from confinement and lets the shadows cast onto the wall. They always amaze you to see their shadow, and Darcy loves it when she can feel them. Castiel lets his wing down by her face, letting the feathers tickle her face. She giggles, feeling the feathers. He retracts his wings knowing Darcy is feeling a lot better.

You two leave her room together, and you lean against the door once you’ve closed it.

“I saw you give her the candy.”

“It won’t hurt her,” he smiles playfully.

He leans in and kisses you, and you’re glad that you have a family you can call home.

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Character Bingos

Dean Bingo ( @spndeanbingo​ ):

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Round One

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

The Best Part About Being Human

Characters: Castiel x Angel!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fluff, skinny dipping, brief oral fem recieving

Request by anon: Can you write a fluffy Cas x Reader where she is his best friend and they are both in love with each other. He is the careful and overthinking angel she is the girl who just wants to live in the moment. One night they go skinny dipping.

Summary: You’ve lived with humans for centuries, and you can’t ever think about going back to Heaven. When Castiel shows up, you have to show him how good it feels to be human.

Squares Filled: childhood friends @castielspnbingo​ // fools rush where angels fear to tread @as-the-saying-goes-bingo​ // castiel for my frist card of heavenandhellbingo // kissed to be quiet @spnfluffbingo​ // new years resolution @spngenrebingo​ // “whatever you lack in talent, you make up for in confidence.” @spnquotebingo​ // non-canonical relationship for @trope-bingo

Author’s Note: This is unbeta’d and all mistakes are mine. If you have any requests, please send them in!

Heaven has always been a “one-track mind” and a “black and white” kind of way. There is a set of rules every angel is supposed to follow, and if you don’t, then you’re cast out. Most habitable planets have and follow the same kind of rules, and they become so boring to live by. It’s fine for the first couple millennium, but then it gets kind of boring and predictable.

God entrusted his angels to serve Heaven and to follow those strict rules. Heaven always comes first, and it didn’t matter if you had other priorities in your life. You went where the archangels sent you, you did what they asked of you, and you did it without complain.

There has to be something more out there, something that challenged its people and didn’t tell them what to do and where to go. There had to be someplace in the entire universe that held creative imagination to a high standard. For a while, you never found it. You searched high and low for it, but you always came up empty. It made you question whether or not such a  thing existed until you found Earth.

Such a small planet in some tiny solar system lying in a galaxy that is barely out of its diapers. Such a tiny and insignificant planet, and they defy all the rules. Upon first discovering them, your heart soared at the thought of being able to creatively express yourself--to be who you are instead of being who someone else tells you to be. Heaven is exactly that--you don’t get to be who you are. They program you into being perfect soldiers, but that’s not who you want to be.

You want to be able to talk with your peers without the fear of being judged by them, you want to be able to do something without your four older brothers reigning hell down on you for disobeying your father, and you want to be able to find love and joy and humor and sadness and grief--something you can’t ever find in Heaven. Everyone’s Heavens are perfect little sanctuaries that protect them from the horrors of their own lives. You won’t find what you’re looking for in there--and you’ve gotten in trouble for popping into people’s Heavens before.

Humans have a silly way of doing things, but what makes them so unique is that they are imperfect. Everyone in Heaven is perfect--no scars to tell people where they’ve been and what they’ve been doing. Humans are flawed to the T, but that’s what makes them so special to be around. They cherish life because it ends. They find value in happiness because of sadness and fear. They crave thrills and adventure because their bodies are built to withstand so much, yet, they don’t know that. Human souls are so valuable and pure, it’s amazing what each person does with them.

Humans have come a long way since they were first created, but they still have such a long way to go. They won’t ever be perfect, but that’s why you love them so much. It’s also the main reason why you left Heaven to hide on Earth to be with the humans. You pretended for centuries to be like one of them--talk, act, love--just so you can feel like you belong to something.

There are bad ones that filter through every once in a while, but you’d rather be here than on Heaven a million times over. There is just something so powerful and heartwarming about being surrounded by imperfect beings. It really makes you question what God has been doing, and what kind of plan he has for the angels. Even now you can see angels are heavily flawed because the system is flawed.

There is a flawed system down on Earth regarding the demons and monsters that Eve unleashed onto the world. They are the diseased little insects that have been infecting the world from the very start, but you try and do your part to make it a better place without outing yourself to the rest of your friends and family. The only one you want to know you’re down here is Castiel.

He’s the only person you absolutely love out of your entire friends and family from up there.

He’s a good soldier, and you fought beside him in many battles, but he’s also the only one who gets and understands you. He’s seen the flaws up in Heaven, but you’re the only one who had the balls to leave and do something about it. He stayed, and you wish to your father he would come down here and find you.

You’ve prayed to him before in hopes he would change his mind and come down here, but you hadn’t heard anything from him in a while. He’s your best friend who you love with all your heart, and he’s not down here experiencing this with you. You’ve been everywhere on this Earth three times, and it would all be better if he were by your side. You’ve hunted with hunters from all over the world in fighting their monsters, and the ones you actually like are the Winchesters.

They know you exist and how you’re trying to hide from Heaven, so they kept your secret all these years. Then Dean died, and that’s when Castiel finally made his appearance. He’s the one who saved Dean from hell and learned you were here from Sam. Sam knew how much you missed him, so he spilled the beans just a little bit.

While the Winchesters traveled around the United States, you stayed in one place: New York City. While most people would say it’s a dump and has dirty people and things, you think of it as a place where creativity flies high. You don’t think you ever met a group of more independent people than in New York City. You used your angelic powers to get yourself a penthouse suite in the Big Apple just so you could watch the humans live their life all around you.

And now Castiel is here, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

“Castiel!” you rejoice and hug him tightly.

“Y/N, we’ve been looking everywhere for you. Michael wants you back.”

“Michael can sit on his ass and wait. I cloaked myself. I didn’t want to be found, that’s why I prayed to you al the time in hopes you’d join me down here.”

You’re sitting inside a cafe in one of the corners, just watching as humans ordered, talked, and laughed with themselves and other people.

“Why Earth?”

“That seems to be the question that everyone asks these days. Why Earth? Humans are so messy and imperfect and animals. We’re so much above them that they don’t even have any kind of value or worth.”

“Exactly,” he nods.

“But that’s exactly why they’re so special. How old are we, Castiel? Megaannum, that’s how old. We’re millions of years old, and we still have millions more to go. They see the value in life because it ends. For some, it lasts 70 years and others, 100. But it ends, and that’s why they cherish it. They’re reckless and rash and impulsive, but they’re the best judge of characters. I’ve learned that living down here for a few centuries. I’m not human, but it’s not such a bad thing to learn to be it.”

“You sound like God,” he sighs.

“Yes, I do. The only difference between me and Him is that I actually lived among them instead of creating them. He may have created their structure, but they evolved from it and made it better. This is a new year, and I want to try new things. I want you to stay with me here, Castiel. I want to be human with you.”

“We’re not human.”

“No, but we can act like them. How about I make you a deal. You come camping with me for a whole week, and if you decide to stay with me, then that’s great. However, if you decide to go back home, then I won’t blame you. All I ask is that if you do, don’t tell them where I am. They’ll make me come home, and I already found a new one. I’ll still aid and help if and when Heaven needs me, but it’s not right now.”

“What’s camping?” he asks in confusion.

“Oh, Castiel, you’re going to love it! It’s where humans go into the woods and bring camping gear and tents and sleeping bags and non-perishable food while being in touch with nature!” you gush.

“Like animals.”

“You can be so stoic sometimes. Let me take you camping. It’s, like, the most human thing I’ve seen. Well, apart from eating and sleeping and showering. It’ll be so much fun!”

“Can’t wait,” he sighs.

His words express excitement, yet his tone expresses the complete opposite. Just he wait because this is going to be the best camping trip ever.

“You’ve been hanging with the Winchesters, I can tell. It’s why I brought this fancy-ass tent. You don’t need sleeping bags for this because there are air mattresses inside of it. They’re pretty sturdy actually. Great for sleeping.”

“We don’t sleep.”

“Exactly,” you smirk.

You’ve always had a crush on your fellow angel, but you never did anything about it. There are a lot of angels in Heaven making relationships with one another. It’s the most human thing you’ve seen them do. You’ve always hoped you and Castiel would be together one day, but then you left and you hadn’t seen him since. Maybe you can start something with him down here, and he would want to stay.

“What are we supposed to do now?” he asks.

“Now we set up the fire. It’s going to get dark soon. It’s my fault for leaving so late. I try not to use my powers down here. I’ve figured out how to live without them.”

“I could never,” he mutters, but you choose not to comment on it.

Castiel stands there as still as can be while you try to get the fire going. You want to be human, but you haven’t figured out how to everything they can do. Like building a fire, for instance. It’s a lot harder than it looks. Castiel can see you struggling, and he just snickers at your attempts to get a flame going.

“Whatever you lack in talent, you make up for in confidence.”

“Shut the hell up,” you laugh and give in with your powers.

You start a fire instantly despite not needing the warmth. It’s mostly to sit around and watch the fire embers bounce off Castiel’s face. You’ve never seen him in this kind of light, and you can only imagine what color blue his eyes would be against the red of the flames.

“We can start doing things tomorrow, but you need different clothes. It’s hard to do anything with a trench coat and suit on. Let me help you,” you state and walk over to him.

Your hands slide up his coat so you can push it off his shoulders. He watches the emotion in your eyes as you do so, so you know he sees just how much you want him.

“I can manage on my own.”

“You’re still so stiff. Let me help you with that. There’s a reason why I picked this spot. You want to know why?” you ask and step back from him.

“Why?”

“Because there is a lake, and I really love swimming. Care to join me?”

“Isn’t is tradition to wear a swimsuit when doing things like this?” he asks as you lift your shirt over your head.

If it’s possible, he gets stiffer at the sight of you in just a bra and shorts. Not just his body, but his cock as well. Jimmy Novak’s cravings must be getting through somehow.

“It is, but there’s also your birthday suit,” you smirk and finish undressing before his very eyes. “Care to join me?”

“I’d like that,” he says in a much lower voice than normal.

You turn with your back to him as you walk into the lake by your campsite. Castiel doesn’t really know what he’s doing, but he knows he wants to do it with you. The crush you have on him is exactly the kind of crush he has on you. He’s had it ever since you two were children. He never thought relations between angels were allowed until most recently. If he’s going to do anything with anyone, then he’d rather do it with you.

As soon as he’s naked, he walks into the lake to be by your side. While you don’t have sexual cravings as your angel grace prevents it, your vessel’s cravings do shine through. Castiel is a lean and sexy man, and she definitely likes what she sees.

“Do you like the way the water feels on your skin?” you ask as you swim closer to him.

“It’s nice, yes.”

“You’re still tense. Would you like me to help you relax? I’ve picked up a few tricks along the way,” you chuckle.

“What would you do that could help me? Don’t you get nervous or anxious in situations like these? Like you don’t know what you’re--”

You cut him off with a kiss to the lips. He’s shocked, to say the least, but he doesn’t not like it. His vessel is popping up through the cracks in more ways than one, and he’s not sure if she should roll with this or end it.

“Don’t think, feel,” you whisper and wrap your legs around his waist.

His cock springs to attention the more your hands and lips are on his body, but he knows exactly what to do. He’s been to Earth before, and he’s observed this kind of activity before. He’s never participated it in personally, but he knows what to do and where to put it.

“This is new,” he mutters lowly.

“Do you like it?”

“I do.”

“Then let me do more of it,” you grin.

Your lips move from his down to his neck to find that one spot that would have made his vessel soar with pleasure. The water sloshes around you two, but you don’t pay any attention to it. Instead, you’re focused on the thing that’s poking at your center. You’ve come to learn a lot about your body and what it can do and handle. Right now, you can handle a lot more than this.

“I’m not sure what to do now,” he pants.

“You do, Castiel. Take me back to the tent and have your way with me. You’ll know what to do,” you encourage.

You attach your lips to his just as his hands grip your body tighter. He begins the trek back to the tent without ever letting you go. You two drip water everywhere, but you can’t seem to care right now. He lays you down on one of the sturdy air mattresses before detaching his lips from yours.

“I’ve seen many people do this,” he mutters as he kisses down your neck and chest.

“And now you’re doing it yourself,” you moan when he takes a nipple into his mouth.

The noises you make and the way your body arches fuels him to go down further. It’s like the more skin he exposes to himself, the more he knows what to do. He’s not listening to the angel side of him, but the human side of him. Every angel has one, and the longer an angel spends away from Heaven and other angels, the more it pops out.

“Your body is exquisite,” he praises as he descends down your body.

“I can say the same thing about your mouth,” you chuckle-moan.

By the time he reaches your pussy, he knows exactly what to do. He licks one broad stripe up your center, and his vessel goes crazy with the need to be inside you. Castiel’s tongue is warm and wet, but there is time for that later on. Right now, all you want is to feel him inside you. You’ve waited a long time for this moment, and you’re not going to waste another second of it.

He kisses up your body and locks his lips with yours as he grabs the base of his throbbing cock in his hand. He rubs the tip over your lips a few times just to spread your juices around. Humans say this part hurts, but he knows you’ll be able to take the pain. He slides himself in inch by inch until he bottoms out, holding your hands in his by your head.

“Shit, Castiel, you feel so good inside me,” you moan.

“Who knew you could be this tight,” he chuckles.

He gains a surge of confidence that allows him to pull out and slam right back in. Your back arches the moment of impact, and your mouth forms a perfect ‘o’. No noise comes out of it because your body is just in complete shock at what he’s done. He can see how much pleasure he’s giving you, so he does it again, making sure to hit that one spot guaranteed to make you scream.

“Fuck!” you cry.

He doesn’t waste any more time and pistons in and out of you. Out of all the humans you’ve been with, Castiel is the one to come out on top. Nothing is better than angel sex because it can withstand a whole lot more than human sex. Castiel’s hips snap to yours aggressively, and he grips your hips to hold you in place. If he’s going to do this, he may as well do it right knowing you can take a lot.

“Play with my clit, Castiel. I’ll come easier with that,” you guide one of his hands to the bundle of nerves at your center.

“Like this?” he asks and pinches the bundle.

“Yes!” you squeak and moan louder.

He pinches and rolls your clit a few times as he thrusts go harder and deeper in you. Both stimulations are enough to cause the coil inside of you to get tighter and tighter. It’s going to snap soon, and you express it through your words.

“Feel that tightness in me, Castiel? I’m going to come if you keep that up,” you moan.

“Then come,” he simply puts.

Your body comes on command, coating his cock with everything you got. He didn’t know it himself, but he was also close. Feeling your release all over him caused him to shoot his load into you. He never knew sex could be this fun, otherwise, he would have done it a long time ago.

“That’s the best sex I’ve had in a long time,” you laugh.

Castiel pulls out of you and watches as the mixture of yours and his releases drizzle down your thighs. He lays next to you and looks at you as if you are his world.

“You’ve had sex before?”

“Castiel, it’s the best part about being human.”

“I’d like to learn more,” he says seriously.

“You know, I am going to wipe all that tension out of your body until you’re just like me,” you grin and bounce back rather quickly.

“Y/N, no one can be like you.”

“I take that as a compliment because Castiel, there is so much more for you to learn,” you grin.

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[sweetness47]

BAKING TOGETHER

Pairings: Dean x reader, Sam x reader, Dean x Cas, Sam x reader x Dean x Cas

@spndeanbingo​ – Castiel

@spngenrebingo​ – friends to lovers

@spnkinkbingo​ – face fucking

@samwinchesterbingo​ – Bakery owner! Sam

@teamfreewillbingo​ – Bakery AU

@castielspnbingo​ – Room mates

@deanandsambingo​ - fluff

WARNINGS!!! 18+ READERS ONLY!! MATURE CONTENT!!!! Fluff, smut, anal penetration, vaginal penetration, fingering, oral, language

Final word count: 2708

Sam stood proudly as he surveyed the new sign going up. “Fresh Baked & Awesome” was going to be the best café/bakery this town had ever seen. And his would be the first bakery in the small settlement, so it was potentially going to be a huge deal. He’d already sent out coupons and flyers for opening day specials. People had already been coming by to see if it was open for business.

“Looks great Sammy.” Dean commented from behind. Sam turned to his older brother. Dean had a huge grin. “Nervous?”

“Ha, never. You?”

“Nope.”

While the two brothers and their friends had pooled together to get this bakery open, it was originally Sam’s idea, which made Sam manager by default. No one could deny the natural ability to lead and delegate chores and jobs. Sam just had a way with people in general.

YN was inside putting the finishing touches on the kitchen organization. She had labeled absolutely everything, and made sure the health inspectors found nothing but a clean, well maintained cooking area. All her ingredients and storage were pristine both in capability and in cleanliness. Fridge and freezer met the same criteria. Everyone had aprons and hair nets, including the guys. YN, being the head baker, would spend the majority of her time in the back, baking and decorating, but would also tend the front if needed.

Dean and Castiel would be the main front counter personnel. They were in charge of the tills, the coffee machines, soda fountain machines, and the display area. If something needed to be restocked, or if they were out completely, they were to notify YN, who would have frozen, ready to bake items standing ready to pull.

The menu board, a chalkboard style with colorful displays, was ready, listing prices for muffins, pastries, cakes, cookies, special order cakes, coffee (regular and specialty), cannoli, tarts, pies, soft drinks, cinnamon rolls, breads, and macarons.

The four friends had each pledged one menu item as their specialty, they were all fantastic cooks, and prided themselves on their work. Sam’s addition was the tarts, he loved all kinds, especially lemon. Castiel was a natural with macarons, no one knew how he did it really, but damn, they were amazing. Dean, of course, was the pie master, as he dubbed himself, having been a fanatic of the round dessert for what seemed like ever. YN, although good at everything on the menu, had a particular fondness for cookies, and had already begun baking batches for the morning.

The bakery would be open daily from 7am to 9pm. Tomorrow morning would be day 1. The four friends called it a night around 11pm, knowing they would have to be here early for baking. The boys would be helping bake the first day, so everyone was to show up at 5am.

The floor above the bakery served as the living quarters for the four friends. There were four separate bedrooms, and a shared living/dining space. The renovations for the entire building took 6 months to complete, the friends doing most of the work themselves, and with some quality equipment from Bobby’s Business Equipment, and some occasional volunteer help from Dean and Sam’s Dad. They worked hard, making sure the entire building was the very definition of perfection, every crevice, every nook, every cupboard.

Dean couldn’t sleep, wandering into YN’s room as he sometimes did, seeking the one thing that would help him sleep, mind-blowing sex. It was a friends with benefits thing. Sometimes Sam sought the same solace, but he wasn’t the restless one tonight. Dean removed his clothes, crawling in to join YN, who began removing her tank and shorts when she heard him enter. His mouth found hers as he moved his body to cover hers, kneeing her legs apart and sliding his cock into the warm, wet heat.

The alarm rang at 4:00am, and the four friends dragged their asses to the showers. There were two showers, so they took turns, sometimes Sam or Dean would join YN to save time. This morning, YN snuck in to join Sam, who had somehow managed to beat her to her favorite bathroom. He grinned as she stepped into the shower behind him, and he turned to her, pushing her against the wall in a heated exchange of need. She didn’t mind being their fuck buddy, and neither of the brothers minded that she was one to both of them.

Cas was the last to shower and dress, Dean having beaten him to the other shower. YN went down to start prep for the baking, turning on the ovens, making a list of all the goodies that would need to be out by opening, including the croissants, bagels and the cinnamon rolls. The coffee machines were turned on and warming up as well. Dean prepped the till before joining the others in the back, and set to work on the pies. Today’s opening day specials were cherry, apple and blueberry. All the ingredients were homemade, even the fillings. Sam worked on getting muffins ready, focussing on carrot, blueberry, chocolate chip and banana, and raisin bran. Castiel worked on cinnamon rolls, then moved to macarons. YN, being YN, baked cookies, then cakes to decorate later.

Half an hour before opening, the whole building smelled wonderful, the mixture of baked goods providing a tantalizing aroma for the 7 am opening. Crowds had already formed outside, lining up to check out the new bakery. When the door was officially unlocked at 7:00 am on the dot, the display counter sported all sorts of fresh goods, assorted bagel flavors, croissants, muffins, donuts, cinnamon buns, some still warm, and all mouth-watering. Coffee had been made, and the tills were busy right from the first moment.

Sam and YN both helped with front counter, getting orders ready while Cas and Dean took orders and payment. By the end of the first hour, YN had to go to the back to bake more goods. The dozens the four friends had made in the morning were almost depleted. The biggest surprises were the amounts of cookies that were being bought this early, and the cake orders.

By the end of the first day, after expenses, the bakery had pulled a huge profit, more than they’d originally estimated. Word spread like wildfire to neighbouring towns, and business was booming by the end of the first week.

Four exhausted friends sat at one of the tables after closing Saturday night, and toasted their success. Sam stood, beer in hand, “To the best opening week ever. None of us could have predicted the business succeeding our wildest expectations. To the three of you, without whom I would never have been able to pull this off.”

YN, Dean and Cas stood, each sporting beers as well. “We want to toast you Sam, without your vision and leadership, this would never have become reality.”

Sam blushed. “To us.”

“To us!” the four friends cheered together, clinking bottles and chugging back a swallow. They finished cleaning up and went upstairs.

Sam followed YN to her room, closing the door behind him. He had spent the night there since opening day, and while she didn’t mind, she was beginning to wonder why the sudden change.

“YN? Can we talk?” It was as if he’d read her mind. She turned to him, and gestured to the bed so they could sit. “I want to thank you for putting in all the extra hours in the kitchen, first of all. I know you’ve been getting up super early to put extra ready-to-bake goods in the freezer so we don’t run out.”

YN shook her head. “I’m the head baker, it’s kinda my job. You don’t have to thank me.”

Sam didn’t let her finish. “I love you.”

YN felt her jaw hit the floor. She wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly. “What?”

He moved closer to cup her face in his hands, then he pulled her close to place a soft kiss on her lips. “I love you YN.” He saw the hesitation and mild confusion in her eyes. “I don’t know when the feelings changed. But watching you this week, every time you smile, every time you greet me or Dean or Cas, every time you talk to a customer, every thing you do, you do it with a grace and gentleness I can only dream about. Your laugh is infectious and your eyes are like bright emeralds. I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else.”

Her heart leapt to her throat, and her stomach did flip flops. Fuck! And even more surprising was her response to his words. She realized she felt the same way. “I love you to Sammy.”

He brought their lips together once more, but it was different this time, it wasn’t a friends with benefits thing anymore. His touch, his entire demeanor, changed. He pulled back to dig into his back pocket. “I want you to marry me, be my wife, my partner, and my life.” He opened a small velvet box, revealing to her a stunning, vibrant, diamond ring with garnets accenting the center stone, and set on a 24 karat rose gold band.

Tears pooled in her eyes. “Yes.” She said as she extended her hand so he could place the ring on it. He lowered her to the bed, and they made love that night.

~~

Cas was super happy for the couple when they announced the news the next morning. Dean was happy too, although he sported a hint of jealousy. Cas watched his friend smile and congratulate his brother, but also saw the sadness behind the joy. His heart ached. Cas had a major crush on Dean, but had never told anyone. He knew Dean didn’t see him like that, or he assumed it, since Dean was known to seek the company of females, even YN.

Two days after Sam and YN had announced their engagement, Cas asked Dean to go for a drink with him. At the bar, they sat and talked, laughed, and it felt good to see Dean smiling again by the end of the evening. They walked home and hugged before going to their separate rooms.

After a week and a half of just drinks, Cas asked Dean to have dinner with him. Dean didn’t think much of it, but he was happy to spend more time with Cas. He loved the easy going nature Cas displayed, his ability to take any situation and turn it into joy and laughter. Dean also was in love with his beautiful blue eyes, the ones that shined like sapphires under the moonlight.

Dean was in love with Cas, and had no idea.

The restaurant had a special candle lit table prepared for the two men as they entered. A bottle of fruity red wine sat in a bucket of ice. Dinner was already ordered and was served shortly after arriving. Dean hummed in appreciation at the perfect rare steak with mashed potatoes, gravy, and mixed vegetables. The waiter poured the wine, which complimented the meal perfectly. Dean and Cas both stole glances at the other, neither sure if they wanted to make the first move at conversation.

Finally, it was Dean who spoke, although the dinner had been Cas’s idea. “This was a beautiful surprise Cas. I loved it.” He paused, biting the inside of his cheek. He’d never said this before to another man, so the whole experience was very new to him. “And I’m falling in love with you.”

Cas simply stared at Dean, speechless. It took all of two seconds for Cas to leap off the chair and pull Dean up so he could claim his lips. Dean responded, his arms wrapping around Cas, pulling him closer. Cas whispered in Dean’s ear. “Home, now!”

They threw money on the table for the waiter, who was smiling at the romantic scene before him, and couldn’t get home fast enough. The two stumbled on the stairs, kissing and fighting to get each other’s coats off. They went to the shower first, stripping down and getting under the steamy spray. Dean knelt down and stroked Cas’s length, already hard from their kissing, and took him in his mouth. Cas groaned at the sensations that washed over him, grabbing Dean’s hair and fucking his perfect mouth. “Dean!” he cried, shooting cum down his throat. Dean swallowed, licking off the excess and then coming to kiss Cas. They finished in the shower, drying off at super speed, eager to get to the bedroom.

Cas’s room was closest, so they stopped there, Cas pushing Dean to the bed. “Fuck me.” He ordered.

Dean made a noise that sounded like a whimper, scrambling to obey his lover. He pushed Cas to the mattress, found a jar of lube on the bedside table, and generously greased both his aching cock, and Cas’s tight sphincter. Then he was pushing in, both men growling at the pain and pleasure as it mixed, swirled in them, then Dean bottomed out and the lovers sighed. Bliss was the best word they could think of for the whirlwind of new sensations that was overwhelming them.

Dean pulled back and went in again, pushing the other man further into the soft bed. “Harder!” Cas exclaimed. Dean grabbed his hips then, and began to fuck him faster, pounding into the tight ass hole with lustful need. Dean’s cries echoed off the walls as he came inside Cas, semen pouring out from the hole as it pumped into him.

Cas went and grabbed a cloth, washing Dean off thoroughly, then drying him off. Then he pushed Dean down to his knees. “Open your mouth again Dean.”

Dean eagerly complied, his mouth opening wide, ready to take Cas once more. He ran his tongue along the impressive length that was Cas, musk and salt and sweat mixing together as he grabbed his hips to steady himself. Cas grabbed fistfuls of hair, making sure Dean didn’t go anywhere while he fucked his mouth. He pounded hard, thrusting in as far as he could, Dean struggling to take it without gagging.

Cas felt powerful as he made Dean his bitch, fucking his face and making him swallow every single drop. Dean had no complaints. He loved Cas’s assertive nature, his dominance of him, the way he ordered him around the bedroom. Cas cried Dean’s name once more as he shot cum down his throat again, Dean making sure he took every single damn drop.

~~

One month after opening day, Cas and Dean announced their official status as a couple. Sam and YN hugged them both, thrilled they’d found each other. The restaurant itself had gotten so much attention, customers, and good press, that they decided to open a second bakery in the neighbouring town, 20 minutes away. Cas and Dean would manage the new location once built, and Sam and YN would stay to manage the other.

The first month had brought in enough revenue to pay back any loans they’d taken out, pay their salaries, and put down money for the new building. Even then there was still some left over. YN planned to make some extra frozen goods to get the second bakery up and running once it was finished. The boys worked day and night to get the new place up and running, even hiring some staff at both locations to help with customers.

The opening day of the second bakery/café, the four friends were there together, celebrating, John, Bobby, Charlie, Ellen, Jo, Garth, all their friends came as well. Loud cheers erupted from the large group when YN took off her coat to reveal a new tee shirt, sporting the following: FRESH BAKING IN THE OVEN. The would-be parents received numerous congrats and hugs. Life just didn’t get any better.

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[sweetness47]

The Newcomer

Pairing Cas x Dean x Sam

@castielspnbingo​ – pirate AU

@spndeanbingo​ – Castiel

@samwinchesterbingo​ – dry humping

@deanandsambingo​ – bed sharing

WARNINGS: MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY!!!!! Smut, threesome, wincest, three men, sub! Cas, amnesia, near death experience

“This is gonna be one hell of a shitstorm Sammy!” Dean’s words carry through the walls of the cave. The waterfall gem was one of the best finds the brothers had discovered since landing on the island. It had proven a life saver many times, shielding the boys from the occasional tropical hurricane that passed through.

They had formed a routine for storms, the first was making sure the shelter was secure. Food was piled for the long haul, as the storms could last anywhere from a couple of days to a week. The boys made sure there was enough dry wood to last, then they spent their days and evenings huddled for warmth, fucking, making love.

Sam loved being the big spoon. He was taller than Dean, which made him a better cuddle buddy. He usually woke first, and he was always rock hard. Sam would grind his erection into Dean’s ass, the two pairs of thin boxers providing little shielding. He would start humping his older brother, holding his hips as he assaulted him. Dean loved how it felt, it was his favorite way to wake up, moaning as each push got more intense. When he couldn’t take it any longer, Dean would pull from Sam’s hold so he could turn and face his lover, their lips colliding in a heated exchange that left both needing. Sometimes Dean would go first, sometimes Sam, but neither one left unsatisfied. Their life was perfect.

~~

“Captain! Hurricane!!!” Gabriel shouted. Cas looked to the skies, his eyes taking in the dark threat, mentally preparing for the worst.

“Secure those barrels! Get the sails rolled up! Move! Anything not tied down needs to get below deck! It’s coming in fast!”

Michael and Luci grabbed the sails, while Gadreel and Gabe began moving lose items below. The brothers were the most feared pirates to ever grace the seven seas. Modern day thieves, the family of brothers turned to piracy as a way to survive after they were orphaned. Cas wasn’t the oldest, in fact, he was the youngest of the five. He was ten when their father had passed. As he grew, none could deny his natural ability to lead, to be calm and level-headed, even when things went south. Actually, his leadership and quick thinking had kept them from getting caught numerous times.

They had enough to retire 10 times over, but the urge to venture out, to feel the thrill of the adrenaline rush as they lifted precious cargo from various places without being caught, was too great to resist. The sheer power they felt after each successful heist was beyond addictive. They had encountered storms before, even hurricanes, but this one was darker, more menacing than any previous ones. Indeed, this one was far more dangerous, and Cas was pretty sure it was a category five.

FUCK!

High velocity winds and lightning set up them much quicker than they had predicted. Visibility dropped to near zero as the heavens opened, unleashing a torrential rainfall. Cas yelled for everyone to get below, to forget the kegs that remained loose. The lives of his brothers were worth far more than some cargo.

He watched the last brother reach the safety of the cabins just before waves crashed into the sides of the boat, catching Cas off guard. The last thing he remembered before his head slammed into the rails, was the lightning bolt hitting the deck, cracking the vessel wide open and flames erupting to engulf the entire ship.

~~

The brothers peeked out after the three-day event, eyes taking in the damage from the storm. Leaves and branches littered the swim hole, but thankfully the shelter remained mostly intact. That was the one thing they were grateful for, the shelter that the cliff provided them. Dean volunteered to check the main beach, mostly because Sam had done it last time. They usually came back empty handed, but occasionally were graced with various gifts, including clothing, well-packaged food, blankets, and even toiletries.

Today was different.

At first, Dean saw only the wreckage: broken wood, tattered sails. He began to pick through the rubble, finding a few surprises, including rare gold coins and jewels, hell, he even found a few kegs of beer and wine. Then he noticed the movement under a distant pile of rubble, followed by low moaning.

Fuck! There was a person under there!

Dean ran over, grabbing the wooden planks and tossing them aside. He uncovered the man’s dark hair first, then worked on the rest. Finely tuned muscle and well defined hips had Dean licking his lips. Jeez Dean, focus!

He found some rope and a made a makeshift sleigh to bring him back to camp.

“Sammy!” he yelled.

The younger Winchester came running. “Dean? What the…” he paused when he saw the unconscious man on the stretcher.

“Found him under a pile of rubble. I didn’t get a chance to go through the rest of the stuff. Thought this should be our first priority.”

Sam nodded and knelt down beside the stretcher. He checked his pulse and checked for any major signs of injury. Finding none, he checked for ID next. The family crest was the only thing Sam did find on his neck chain, but there was no name with it.

“Well, whoever he is, he’s going to have one nasty headache. He’s lucky he survived.” Sam noted. “I’ll go check through the rest of the stuff. You stay here. And, Dean?”

His brother looked up, meeting Sam’s lips in a gentle kiss. “Yeah?”

Sam smiled. “Be careful.”

“Don’t worry Sammy, I ain’t planning on dying today.” With that, he playfully swatted Sam’s ass while sending him to check the shore line.

Moaning from the makeshift bed had Dean focussing once again on the newcomer. His eyes fluttered open, trying to adjust to the sunlight. His eyes took in his surroundings, then they landed on Dean. The man tried to scramble away and gain a defensive stance. Dean put his hands up slowly, palms facing out to show peace.

“Whoa, easy. I’m not going to hurt you. I found you buried under some wreckage and brought you to our camp. You’re safe here.”

The man relaxed, then gingerly brought his hand up to the back of his head, wincing at the pain. “Thank you for helping me. Where are we?”

Dean shrugged. “No clue. My brother and I have been here a long time, over a year.” He held his hand out in greeting. “Name’s Dean.”

The man paused for a moment, then took the hand offered. “Cas.”

Both Cas and Dean stared a few moments longer, as sparks passed between them. It was almost magnetic. Both men pulled away quickly, embarrassed. Sam returned later to find Dean and the stranger talking while consuming some fruit. Behind Sam, a sled filled with men’s clothing, bottles of wine, a few kegs of beer, and a slew of well sealed rations, including granola bars, toiletries, dried fruit, jerky, and first-aid supplies.

Dean lets out a low whistle, then turns to Cas. “Sam here is my younger brother.” Then he turned to Sam. “This is Cas.” The two exchange handshakes, and again both feel a spark, a magnetic attraction that neither would admit to. However, this doesn’t go unnoticed by Dean. But instead of jealousy, he feels lust, noting the three-way connection possibilities. Dean feels himself getting hard at the idea, wondering if Cas would be interested in joining him and Sam.

The evening is filled with talk and laughter and food. Cas notes that the brothers are very easy going, and has also noticed that they haven’t pressed him for any information about himself, not that he can remember. He can’t even remember his own name. The only reason he was able to give a name at all was he had seen it tattooed on his forearm.

Among the notable details is the closeness the two brothers share, and the spark he’d experienced with both men. They were both devastatingly handsome, an instant attraction no one could deny.

Eventually, arrangements were made for sleeping. The brothers offered their guest the choice of cave or the lean-to cabin they’d built. Both had decent sleep areas and a fire could easily be built in the cave if need be. Cas chose the lean-to, giving the brothers the larger quarters. They bid each other good night and Cas watched as Sam and Dean wrapped their arms around each other and walked toward the waterfall.

Cas couldn’t fall asleep. He tossed and turned, feeling like something was missing. The boys had made quite the home here, the bed was more than comfortable, so whatever was bugging him, it wasn’t the comfort level.

Then he knew. It was the sleeping arrangements. Cas couldn’t explain it, but the desire to sleep with Sam and Dean was overwhelming his mindset. He wasn’t sure if he swung that way, but his mind didn’t care, and neither did his cock, now rigid with the idea of the brothers taking him. If this was going to be his first time, he wanted it to be with Sam and Dean.

Before Cas had even blinked, he found himself heading toward the cave. The closer he got, the more excited he became, as heavy breathing and lustful noises greeted him. He glanced inside to find the brothers entwined in each other’s arms, dry humping, grinding as they kissed. Cas began rubbing his own hard cock, moaning softly as he watched.

Dean looked over to the entrance, seeing Cas standing there. He whispers something to Sam, who nods eagerly.

“Cas, both Sam and I would love for you to join us.”

Cas had never moved so fast as he did then, driven by lust and desire, his need to fuck and be fucked by these two sex gods dissolved any rational thought. Clothes flew in all directions as he strode toward his goal, till only his boxers remained. Dean grabbed him first, devouring Cas’s mouth with his own. Sam reached inside both men’s shorts, stroking the hard shafts that meet his hands.

They moan as the kiss heats up. Sam moves to stand behind Cas, nibbling along his neck and shoulders. He bites and sucks, leaving a few marks along the way. Dean breaks the lip lock long enough to suck on the other side, also marking Cas.

The brothers look at each other, then at their new toy. “Ours.” They said in unison.

With in seconds, all three are void of their shorts, eager for what’s to follow. Dean and Sam make a plan, then tell Cas.

“Cas, Dean wants to take you first. Then you’re going to take me, and then you watch Dean suck me off. Got it?”

Cas nods. Sam gets down on hands and knees, moving so his ass is in the air. Cas spits on his hand, then rubs it on his tip, mixing it with the precum that is already leaking out. He spreads the cheeks of the younger Winchester and pushes in slowly, groaning as he bottoms out. The shear pleasure it brings is more than Cas ever imagined.

Sam grinds against Cas, and Cas begins to move, pulling out then slamming back in, thrusting hard and without mercy, causing Sam to curse as he’s hit with mounds of pleasure. Dean’s eyes are full blown with lust as he watches.

“Hold still Cas. Present that firm ass for me.”

The command makes Cas even harder. The dominance radiating from both men has him whimpering with even greater need. He discovered at that moment how much he enjoys being a sub, being ordered around by the brothers. Cas bends down, covering Sam’s lean body with his own, shivering with anticipation.

Dean lines up with Cas’s tight hole, and first inserts a large finger, then a second. Cas moans as the large digits stretch and fill him. Dean pulls out and Cas almost complains, until he feels something bigger pressing in. Burning sensations jolt through him, then he sighs when Dean begins placing soft kisses along his neck and whispers in his ear. “Relax, take a deep breath. The more relaxed you are, the easier this is.”

Cas closes his eyes, willing his muscles to release the tension. He wants this more than he’ll admit, so he succeeds and the tension leaves. Dean feels the instant shift, and pushes his way in slowly. He stops to let Cas adjust, then pushes a little more. Each time he kisses along Cas’s back and neck, knowing he needs the tenderness for relaxing.

He finally bottoms out, and silence fills the cave for a minute. Then the three men begin, first Cas pulls out, then Dean, only to have Dean slam into Cas, which causes Cas to slam into Sam. The rhythm is almost too much, jolts of electricity envelope the three lovers, and they shiver with delight. They thrust again and again, picking up speed as they go. The cave echoes with the sound of skin slapping against skin, grunting, moans of ecstasy. Cas is the first to find release, his cock spilling inside Sam, then Dean follows, crying out Cas’s name as he cums inside the dark haired man.

But Dean isn’t done, as there is still one man that needs to be satisfied. Cas watches as Dean kneels in front of Sam, licking his lips as he eyes Sam’s erect cock, already dripping with precum. Dean runs his tongue over the hard phallus, teasing the tip, then taking his brother’s cock into his mouth. Sam grabs Dean’s hair and thrusts his cock forth, fucking his older brother’s mouth with gusto. Dean grabs Sam’s hips for support as the assault continues, and Cas practically drools at the entire whole scenario. Fuck! These brothers were hot and damn sexy! Sam doesn’t take long, a guttural cry escaping as he deposits his load, and watching Dean as his brother swallows every single drop. Dean stands, and taking Cas’s hand, the three men head to the pool to wash up before going to sleep, together.

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(God Must Have Spent) A Little More Time On You

Characters: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1,847

Warnings: period talk, fluff, jealousy

Summary: Castiel doesn’t know why you’re so different... why he loses all of his control whenever he’s around you.

Squared Filled: (God Must Have Spent) A Little More Time On You by *NSYNC // Kindness from a stranger // Undercover in a gay bar // Shark week // SNuggling // Jealousy // Hellhound glasses // Decapitation

Fandom: Supernatural

Beta: she wants to remain anonymous

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In all my years of life, I never thought I would ever fall for a human. I don’t even know that much about them, but I do know her. Before I met her, I used to have control of every little thing. I wouldn’t let anyone else dictate how I should feel or what I should do. I am a warrior and a soldier, there was no room to give up control. I fought alongside my brothers and sisters, against battles that didn’t even compare to the ones held on Earth. Battles that took a lot of strength from me, but I managed to claim victory every single time, even if I lost.

However, humanity and emotions were just something I couldn't control, no matter how much I tried.

Can this be true? Tell me, can this be real? How can I put into words what I feel? My life was complete I thought I was whole Why do I feel like I'm losing control?

The only reason I’m doing this is that I didn’t want Charlie to go on this mission alone, and she gave me permission to take over her body just this once if it meant we caught the bad guy. Sam and Dean were waiting outside while I walked into the gay bar where our suspected monster worked. There was nothing but girls here, and the only guys that were here were gay. The shifter was somewhere in here since we saw her come in here not that long ago. As soon as I walked in, I got stares from women all around me, and I had to remind myself that I was occupying my female friend who just so happened to like women.

Ignoring their advances, I walked to the bar and asked the bartender for a drink. While she was busy making my drink, I took out the phone that Dean lent me so I could use the camera to see where the shifter might be. If anyone asked, I would just say that I don’t know how to use one and was trying to take a picture of myself with good lighting. The bartender set my drink down in front of me, but I was too occupied with my phone to pay attention to it. Scanning the room for the shifter, I looked at the screen to see if anyone’s eyes shined when they passed over the camera.

I reach for my drink to not look suspicious when I heard her voice.

“Excuse me?” I looked over at the person who the voice belonged to, and I could have sworn I felt my heart jump. “Hi, I wouldn't drink that if I were you.”

“Why?” I ask, setting it down.

“Someone put something in it. They ran off so fast, I couldn’t catch their face, but it’s drugged.”

“Not many people would tell me that.”

“I’m not many people,” she smiled. I knew she was human, but there was something so alluring about her that drew me in. I couldn’t stop staring at her.

“I’m sorry, I’m staring.”

“No, it’s okay. You here with anyone?”

“It’s just me. You?”

“Yeah, my friends dragged me here even though I don’t like women that way. I prefer men, but I wanted to hang with my girls, so I came,” she chuckled.

“That’s nice of you.”

“And that’s them calling me right now. I have to go but pay attention to your drinks. I’m Y/N.”

“Charlie.”

In all of creation, all things great and small You are the one that surpasses them all More precious than any diamond or pearl They broke the mold when you came in this world

I had to tell Y/N who I really was after we first met. Turns out, one of her friends was the shifter, and I had to kill her right in front of her. She was upset, of course, but once she understood what was going on, she wanted to know more about what Sam, Dean, and I do. When she figured out I wasn’t really a woman, we became closer. She wanted to be with me, and after talking about it with the brothers, they decided that she could stay with us.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to become adjusted to our world. In fact, some might say she was born for it. Her fighting skills were excellent, she knew how to handle firearms, and when she set her mind to something, she got it done no matter what.

All of this only confirmed my feelings for her. I was falling for a human, and I was losing control quickly.

“Get back here!” Y/N yelled, running after the vampire who tried to escape her. It was a messy night, and it took all four of us to take down two big nests of vampires that were terrorizing neighboring towns. Y/N was still pretty new to this, but she was turning out to do just fine. She was spunky, and I couldn’t even begin to understand how a human could represent an angel so much. Not my kind of angel, but the angel I’ve only read about in books.

She ran after the vampire and pounced on his back, tackling him to the ground. She brought down her machete on his neck, effectively decapitating him. Once she knew he was dead, she stood up and wiped the blood on her ripped jeans. Her whole outfit was completely ruined by the blood and mud, and her jeans were torn in multiple places, some bigger than others. It’s the only reason why I noticed the blood on the inside of her thighs.

“You’re bleeding,” I pointed out, walking over to her. Sam and Dean caught up with us just as I reached her. She looked down at her thighs but shrugged it off.

“It’s no big deal.”

“No, you could be hurt.”

“Cas, she’s not hurt,” Dean commented, knowing what it was.

“What are you talking about? She’s bleeding.”

“Yeah, because I haven’t had time to change my tampon. Don’t worry, Cas, I’m okay,” she smiled, patting me on the shoulder as she passed by me.

“I don’t understand,” I frowned, looking at the brothers for help.

“She’s on her period, Cas. Every woman goes through it.”

“She must be in pain.”

“Terrible pain, but we had to catch the bad guys, yeah? Now I really need a shower and some food,” she said as she walked away, giving me a look from over her shoulder.

“She’s an angel,” I whispered, but I knew Dean must have heard me by the way he smirked.

I never thought that love could feel like this And you've changed my world with just one kiss How can it be that right here with me There's an angel? It's a miracle

The more Y/N hunted with us, the more we got to know each other. The more she hunted, the more I realized just how much I was falling for her. It got so bad that I had to tell her how I felt, or else I would regret it for the rest of my life, and I don’t regret a lot of things. I was relieved when she told me that she felt the same way about me too.

However, we haven’t really talked about what we were or where we were going to go from that. If it were up to me, I would take her to the side, and talk it out, but we were meeting Meg to get some information on Crowley who seemed to be missing. Apparently, Meg was the only demon who knew where he was, but I had a feeling she said she would help just to see me.

“Hey there, Clarence,” Meg smirked once she saw me. I rolled my eyes, but I didn’t say anything about it.

“Where is Crowley?”

“What, no big hug or sweet kiss? Don’t I get anything in return for this?” she asked. I could see Y/N off to the side, and by the looks of it, her blood was boiling. Before I had a chance to answer, she came stomping over to the two of us with fire in her eyes. She grabbed my cheeks and planted her lips on mine. I could feel the jealousy radiate off her kiss, but I didn’t mind it.

It felt kind of nice to have someone care so much that they were jealous.

Y/N’s lips on mine felt so nice I didn’t even register what she said when she pulled away. She seemed angry at Meg, but all I could think about was that kiss. There was something so special about human kisses because I knew that it meant a lot more.

It only took one kiss to change my whole world, and I was fine with that.

Your love is like a river Peaceful and deep Your soul is like a secret That I never could keep When I look into your eyes I know that it's true God must have spent A little more time On you (A little more time, yes he did baby)

“What’s it like to be an angel?” Y/N asked me in bed. I held her in my arms, and I used my Grace to keep her warm in all places so that she didn’t feel the cold. The Bunker’s heater was slightly broken, so only the rooms closest to the boiler room got the heat, which meant her room was cold. I tried my best to keep her warm, and by the look of the blissful smile on her face, she was.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what’s it like to fly? To have wings? To never feel hunger or sickness or disease.”

“I’m not sure. I wouldn't have anything to compare it to.”

“You have wings, right?” she asked, looking up at me.

“I do.”

“Why can’t I see them?”

“You can see the shadow they cast, but wings are invisible to the human eye.”

“Oh,” she nodded. I could tell by the way she flitted her eyes back and forth that she had an idea brewing. “Like Hellhounds.”

“I guess, yeah.”

“I’ll be right back,” she grinned, untangling herself from my arms. She ran out of the room and returned a short time later with a pair of glasses in her hands.

“What’s that?”

“Hellhound glasses. Hellhounds are invisible to humans, as well. I figured they may work on your wings,” she grinned. I didn’t want to get her hopes up in case it didn’t work, but that smile was too big and bright for me to kill.

“Try it,” I nodded. I made sure my wings were extended when she placed them on her face, but she didn’t say anything when she did. “Do you see them?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, letting tears fall from her eyes.

“Why are you crying?”

“I didn’t think angel wings could be so beautiful,” she gasped happily, covering her mouth with her hands.

I was completely and utterly in love with her.

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Rogue Angel

Pairing Dark!Cas x Nephilim!Reader

@castielspnbingo​ – angst

@spndarkbingo​​ – Godstiel

WARNINGS: not much yet…but this is part one…FOR ALL CHAPTERS (just in case): violence, dark!Cas, pregnant reader, dark smut, Dom!Cas, sadism, major character conflicts, injuries to major characters, etc…

Summary: Cas has been infected with demonic venom, and his wife is the only one who might be able to bring him in, before he grows out of control and threatens everything, literally.

YN stood in front of the bunker, her eyes adjusting to the sunlight while she dusted off her jeans and tee. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and went over the details of her mission. Honestly, she had been shocked when Chuck said yes, she’d been so sure he’d refuse her request. It had nothing to do with her skill set, or her ability to get the job done, more to do with the personal conflict this job presented to her.

YN was the best ‘Celestial Bounty Hunter’ heaven had. She was the one who got the job done, every time, without fail. And when Heaven was out of options, she was the backup plan. And she always succeeded. Except, this time, her job was to contain and bring in her husband. She was to apprehend Castiel.

When Cas had first been infected with the demonic venom, heaven had tried everything to cure it. YN blamed herself, even as Cas swore otherwise. If she’d been paying more attention to her surroundings, Cas wouldn’t have had to push her out of the way. He’d taken the hit for her.

Chuck had tried to send others after Cas, six times to be exact, but none ever returned. They’d all been killed by her husband. YN came to Chuck then, and volunteered, stating that she had a higher chance of staying alive. She was Amara’s daughter after all, half Deity, half human. Chuck had finally relented, but suggested seeking help from the Winchesters, to which YN readily agreed.

YN had met and worked with Sam and Dean numerous times, and trusted them implicitly. They were great hunters, and better still, great friends. She knew they would want to help. Cas was like family to them, and besides, it would be rude not to involve them.

She told Chuck she couldn’t give an exact time for retrieval. YN would need to test the waters first, to see how far gone Cas was. She would need to see how much power he’d gained, and how he reacted to different scenarios, different people.

As she walked toward the bunker door, a tiny bit of doubt surfaced. What if one of both of the brothers got hurt or killed as a result of getting involved in this hunt? YN shook the idea away as quickly as it surfaced. That could never become a reality. It would be too painful, especially for as. Literally, that would break her husband.

She pulled out her phone and dialed Sam. “Hey YN! ‘Sup?” came his cheery voice.

She tried to smile as she spoke. “I’m outside. Would it be ok if I came in?”

“Yeah, always.”

YN hung up and unlocked the door. She was barely down the stairs when she was greeted with hugs and brotherly kisses on the cheek. “Where’s Cas? Haven’t seen him for a couple of days.”

YN looked at Dean, and tears pooled in her eyes. The brothers were horrified, instantly assuming the worst, but YN held up her hand. “He’s not dead. He was poisoned. The venom is playing with his mind, and he’s become dark, dangerous. He’s unstable, and I’ve come to stop him, take him back to Heaven so we can find a cure.”

Dean nodded. “We’re in. Say no more.”

Sam agreed, but YN needed to clarify the situation. “Just so we are all on the same page here, I need to tell you that the venom has also affected Cas’s powers, and continues to change what he can do. I was told that if I couldn’t stop him, I’d have to destroy him, and that isn’t an option for me. But neither is needless sacrifice or heroism. Until we know exactly what we are dealing with, we proceed with the utmost caution.”

Both men nodded their understanding. “We’ll follow your lead, YN.”

YN made the guys some food while they got their stuff together. Mary and Jack came in, greeting YN in a similar fashion as the guys had, giving hugs and warm greetings. YN wished Jack could help as well, it would be good to have another Nephilim as backup, but without his grace, that was not in the cards for this hunt.

YN and the boys backed up the following morning and headed out, but not before she told Jack and Mary to stay away from Cas. She didn’t want anything to happen to them. Mary promised to ward the bunker while they were gone, and Jack promised to help her and keep safe.

With that, the trio set out to find Castiel and stop him. YN leaned her head back against the soft leather seats and tried to find Cas. It didn’t take long. He wasn’t even trying to hide anymore, and that concerned her. He may believe himself too powerful to stop, more powerful than even Chuck or Amara. Maybe he had even developed a God-complex, and that could make him not only dangerous, but also reckless.

Her hand absently rubbed her stomach, flat and trim, but carrying a child, their child. Cas didn’t know yet, she’d never had the chance to tell him. She only hoped she could apprehend and cure Cas before she started to show.

“Feeling ok?” Dean asked, gesturing to her hand movements. “I thought you didn’t get sick.”

“I’m ok Dean. I’m pregnant.”

Both brothers’ mouths fell open. Dean did double-takes between watching the road, and glaring at his friend. “What the hell? And you gave us a pep talk about unnecessary risks?”

YN cut him off. “I’m fine for now, and more than capable of doing my job.”

“Yeah, maybe for now, but what happens when we are forced into months of chasing Cas? You won’t be able to fight.”

YN sighed as she turned to Sam. “I’m hoping to have this done in a week, two at the most.” She paused. “Cas doesn’t know yet, hell my mom and uncle don’t even know. The poison happened before I got the chance.”

“We love you YN, but we’re pretty sure you’ve gone insane.” YN snorted at Dean’s comment, but he glared at her. “If anything happens to the kid because you took risks, that’s gonna hit Cas hard, and you will never forgive yourself.”

“That’s why I don’t plan on getting into a situation where that happens. I need to talk to him. See where his head is at, where his power sits, and if my husband is still in there somewhere.”

YN caught a glimpse of Cas’s mind again. “Hurry Dean, he’s holding a bunch of civilians in the recreation center, including children. And he’s planning to kill all of them.”

Dean pressed the gas pedal to the floor, and Baby sped down the pavement. They were 10 minutes out, and YN prayed they would get there in time. Thankfully, she had connections in high places.

The Impala barely stopped when YN jumped out the door. Sam got out and sprinted after her, leaving Dean to park the car. YN burst into the arena just as Cas raised his hand.

“Castiel! Stop!”

Cas turned to the voice. “YN. What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to bring you home Cas. Your sick. The poison is affecting your mind.”

Cas frowned. “The poison hasn’t made me ill. It made me better, stronger. I see things more clearly now, it’s like my eyes have been opened.”

“No, husband, you’re not better. Look at what you were about to do! You were going to kill hundreds of innocent people.”

“No one is innocent.”

She came to stand in front of him, and the Winchesters began evacuating everyone. “Cas, this isn’t you. Please, let me help, let me take you home.”

“I don’t need your help YN, or anyone’s for that matter.” His eyes began to glow red. “Move aside wife, I do not want to hurt you.”

“I can’t stand aside Cas. I won’t let you do this.”

“Then you leave me no choice.”

Cas raised a hand, sending YN flying backwards. She caught herself mid-air and sent a burst of light back at her husband, momentarily blinding him.

“Cas stop! Please! Don’t do this!”

“If you aren’t with me, then you’re against me.” He raised his hand again to strike.

YN raised her hand to deter him. “Stop! I’m pregnant!”

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Still the Same Angel You Fell For

Characters: Human!Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1,053

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Castiel turns to you when he’s turned into a human and stripped of his grace. You’re there for him when Dean isn’t.

Squared Filled: Cared for when sick/injured // All human au // Friends to lovers // Definitely just a cold

Fandom: Supernatural

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“Castiel! I’m home!” you announced when you walked into your house with the medicine he needed. After the fall of all the angels, Castiel was stripped from his grace which turned him human. He didn't know what to do with himself, and Sam and Dean wasn’t much help in letting him stay with them. After hearing that Dean kicked out his best friend for unknown reasons, you let him stay with you since you were good friends with the brothers. Castiel was grateful to have you to look after him, but now he needed you more than ever.

As an angel, he didn't have to worry about sickness, disease, or any kind of illness since his Grace would regulate that kind of activity for him and cure it the minute his cells became unwell. Now that he was human, his body was much more vulnerable to any kind of disease, even the common cold. He had mucus coming out of his mouth every time he coughed, his nose was clogged, and his muscles ached even though he wasn’t using them.

“In here,” he coughed. “I haven’t moved.”

“You poor baby,” you sighed as you knelt down next to your friend. If you were being honest, you hated seeing him this way since you had a major crush on him. When the brothers introduced you to their angel, you were pregnant with your first child. He vowed to stay by your side and give you updates on your baby that doctors simply couldn’t make. He bonded with your child in more ways than one, and after you had your baby girl, she seemed to only want Castiel and no one else.

Due to having a child, you decided to retire from active hunting, only providing help if it meant reading in a book or getting simple ingredients for a spell. Not long after retiring, you got pregnant again and then a third time. Castiel was there for all three pregnancies, and he bonded with each of your children. He was there for you when no one else was, even after you kept crying telling him that you weren't going to get pregnant again.

He never judged you in what you did, and after you got pregnant for the third time, you swore off going to bars and taking men home. It’s why you had three children and no husband to help. It’s not like you needed a husband because Castiel was there in place of one. He helped you take care of your children, and when it became too much to do, you let Sam and Dean take them just to give you a break.

Castiel has always been there for you and now it was your turn to be there for him.

“How are you feeling?” you asked as you pressed the back of your hand to his sweaty forehead. Before you left, you took his temperature which was at 100.2, but his skin felt hotter than it was before. Hopefully, this medicine would make the fever go down and give him a little bit of an appetite so that he could eat something light.

“Am I dying?” he asked as he coughed.

“No, you’re not. This is definitely just a cold. Fever, stuffy nose, and sore throat is everything a common cold has. Not so much fun being human, is it?” you chuckled.

“It’s very, uh, cold in here, but I already have two blankets on me. What’s wrong with me?” he whimpered. Moving some of his hair back from his eyes, you pressed a kiss to his forehead before grabbing the temperature.

“Sometimes fevers make us think we’re really cold when we’re not. Your core temperature heats up which makes you sweat out all the water in your body, and since there isn’t enough water, you think you’re cold. It’s why drinking water when sick is very important. You may throw it up, but it’s better than not throwing anything up. Open,” you instructed before placing the thermometer under his tongue. When the machine beeped, it confirmed your suspicion about his temperature being higher than before.

“When is it going to go away?” he sniffled before coughing. There was mucus in the back of his throat, and you grabbed the big purple bowl which you named the “vomit bucket” before placing it near him. He turned over as he coughed before spitting you what he could.

“Good job, you’re learning. Spitting it up is so much better than swallowing all that gunk. I got the medicine from the doctor who claims that it’ll make the fever go down and clear up your nose. He suggested a lot of water and a lot of rest,” you said before giving him the correct dosage of medicine.

“It tastes horrible,” he coughed after he downed the sticky red liquid.

“I know, I hated this kind of medicine when I was a kid, but it’ll make you feel better,” you sighed. Castiel closed his eyes, and you thought he wanted some sleep, so you were about to get up when he grabbed your hand to stop you.

“Thank you for letting me stay here and for taking care of me.”

“You took care of me when I needed you, so let me do the same. Just go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Stay with me, please. I don’t want to be alone,” he said in a small voice. Sighing soundlessly, you lifted Castiel off the couch before sitting where his head used to be. Placing his head on your lap, you started to run your fingers through his hair comfortingly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“No, I like-love you. As in I really want to try being intimate with you. I know humans do that sort of thing when they love each other.”

“Castiel,” you laughed. Even in his sick and human state, he was still the Castiel you loved. “Focus on getting better and then we can have that conversation.” Looking down, you saw his eyes closed and heard light snores come from his open mouth. If he was being serious about that, then you were more than happy to go down that road with him. It’s not every day that someone like him comes into your life.

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Save It For a Rainy Day

Characters: Castiel x Reader, Crowley, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Meg

Word Count: 3,087

Warnings: fluff at the end, mostly angst, Crowley being a dick

Request: Um Could you do a Castiel and reader where she doesn't know he is an angel until he saves her from Crowley or Cain or both???

Summary: Castiel is keeping something from you, but you don’t know what it is until someone from his secret life gets a hold of you in exchange for something that Castiel has.

Squared Filled: Mutual pining // Stalking // Demon tablet // Mouth stitched shut

Fandom: Supernatural

Author’s Note: This is for @castielspnbingo and @spndarkbingo and @heavenandhellbingo and @badthingshappenbingo respectively and this is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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“Hey, I didn’t think you were going to come,” you smiled as you held the door open for your best friend and crush, Castiel. When you met him a year ago, you didn’t think your feelings for him would develop in the way that they did. He was just a stranger passing by on the street looking for some information on books about witches or something to which you directed him to the nearest bookstore that would carry that sort of thing. He didn’t say why he was looking for that information but thanked you and went on his way. A week later, you met up with him at your work where he wanted to talk to you about another book he was looking for.

He seemed so sweet and welcoming that you had no problem with helping him in whatever he was doing. He never explained, and to this day, you didn't have any explanation on why he wanted a book on witches. After meeting him for the second time, you saw something in him that you have never seen before in a man. He was more confident, sexier, and sure about what he wanted in life. He carried himself that no one has before, and he was sort of strange.

Strange in a way that meant he didn’t know how to act around humans as if he’s never seen one. His explanation was always because he was nervous around you, and you always bought it when he looked at you with those bright blue eyes. There hasn’t been a man in your life to make you feel the way you do when you’re with him. There have been many trials and errors in your days, and you had just given up hope when you met him. There was something about him that screamed he was different, but you could never figure it out.

He was always gone for weeks at a time, and when he did come to you, he would have bruises and cuts. When you went to get the first aid kit, the cuts and bruises would be gone as if they were never there in the first place. Strange things always happen whenever he was around like one time, you caught him talking on the phone with someone which wouldn’t have been weird if the conversation wasn’t about killing demons. Still, you never pressed the issue further unless absolutely necessary.

He made you feel calm and safe despite the weird shit he seems to be getting himself into. You wanted to tell him how you feel, but you were afraid of not only rejection but allowing yourself to feel happiness after your last break up. Pining after some guy you barely know isn’t healthy, but no matter how hard you tried, he wouldn’t open up about himself that often. He rarely talked about himself as he seemed more interested in you rather than him.

He was never sure about anything when around you since you did make him so nervous, but he was sure about one thing: his feelings for you. When he met you, it was only for a book he was looking for, but the second time was completely different. He didn’t need a book, he just wanted an excuse to talk to you. When he first laid eyes on you, he saw how pure and innocent your soul was. He’s never seen anything like it before, and he knew he wanted to know you more.

The one thing he kept secret from you was the fact that he was an angel. He didn’t want you getting caught in his world because he was afraid it would tamper with your soul and purity. He didn’t want demons, angels, and other monsters up your ass because they knew he cared for you. He never told you about Sam and Dean, what he really did when he was away, and how his cuts and bruises always went away whenever you left the room. You were starting to get suspicious, he could tell, but he wanted to make things right and at least try and come up with an explanation about it all.

“I needed to see you,” he said as he walked into your house. “I have something I want to talk to you about.”

“Is everything okay?” you frowned, following him into the living room and taking a seat on the couch.

“Yes… no… well, depends. I know I always disappear without any explanations, and if you’re going to be in my life for much longer, then you deserve to know why.”

“Okay,” you nodded, staring into his eyes. He took one look at the bright color in your eyes and froze. He was going to come over here and tell you about Sam and Dean, but he knew he couldn’t when your eyes were filled with such innocence and concern.

“I work for the government,” he blurted. He remembered the FBI badge in his trench coat that Dean made him carry everywhere, and his mind immediately went to that.

“You do?”

“FBI,” he nodded as he took out his badge and handed it to you.

“Wow, I didn't know,” you stuttered as you looked at the badge, “Agent Grant.”

“Yeah, I didn't want to get you involved because of how dangerous my job is, but I knew you deserve an explanation of why I was gone all the time without so much as a phone call,” he sighed.

“Thank you for telling me the truth,” you grinned as you handed back the badge. He could only half-ass his smile because he felt guilty for lying to you, someone he truly cares about.

“Of course.”

“Oh, I want to tell you who I met up with the other day. Well, I didn't really meet up with him so much as I ran into him,” you started to ramble about the guy you met on the train the other day. Castiel wanted to listen to what you were trying to say, but the guilt resting on his shoulders plus the uncomfortable position his wings were in distracted him. His phone rang which halted your story. He looked at it to see that Sam was calling.

“This is work,” he muttered as he got up.

“Yeah, of course,” you nodded as he stepped out of the room. Your eyes swiftly passed over the window overlooking your driveway, and you briefly saw the man you met on the train. Weird, you never gave him your address. Frowning, you stood up and walked to the window, the curtain getting in your eyes as you tried to move it. However, when you could see clearly, the man who called himself Crowley was gone.

“Hey, I have to go. This is urgent,” Castiel said as he walked back into the room.

“Okay, that’s fine. I was just about to start cleaning anyway. Um, be safe, yeah?” you asked as you walked him to the door.

“Yes, I will,” he nodded.

“Okay. Call me when you can?”

“I will try,” he nodded before taking off down the driveway and onto the road. As soon as you closed the door, Castiel teleported back to the Bunker. Crowley emerged from the shadows with a smirk as he stared at the house that belonged to the woman Castiel had feelings for. If Crowley was going to get his hands on the demon tablet which was currently with the angels, then he was going to have to step up his game.

After grabbing the broom and dustpan, you began sweeping the hardwood floors downstairs before you could start mopping. Then vacuum upstairs, do the laundry, dishes, and then take out the trash. Maybe some dusting along the way. Once the dust was all swept into a pile, you were about to sweep it into the dustpan when you saw a man standing in the corner of your eyes. Gasping, you turned around only to see no one standing there. Your heart started racing at the thought of someone in your house, and you grabbed a kitchen knife before going to investigate.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” you called out. Of course, there was going to be no answer coming from a killer in the house--if there was one. A quick sweep of the downstairs told you that there was no one here to begin with. Nothing was out of place, and you had to calm your racing heart.

“Get it together, Y/N,” you sighed as you returned to the kitchen. Once the sweeping was complete, you grabbed the mop bucket and mop before filling up the bucket with the right amount of soap and water. You’ve never had this feeling before, but you felt eyes on you. Chills raced down your spine at the thought of someone watching you as if they were stalking you. The windows were all closed with the curtains shut, but that didn't stop the feeling from being there.

“Seriously, is there someone here?” you called out. Your voice echoing off the walls was the only response you got. Sighing, you shook your head before starting to mop. If it was possible, the feeling only intensified as you moved throughout the downstairs, and you looked at the stairs before freezing. You had only checked the downstairs, but you never went up. Resting the mop handle on the wall, you slowly walked to the stairs before noticing the closet door wide open. You had this weird thing with the door being opened if the room wasn’t being used. Something about jump scares or some shit, but you always kept them closed so there was no way this door would be open.

Peeking around the door, there was nothing in there except for what should be in a closet. No man, no figure, no killer, just jackets and shoes. Closing the door, you paused as you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. There was someone behind you, you could feel it. Gulping silently, you turned slowly to see Crowley standing there with a wicked smile. Screaming, you punched him in the throat before running to your kitchen to grab the weapon you shouldn’t have put down. All he did was chuckle as you run, but he followed nonetheless.

“No use in running, darling, I will catch you,” he chuckled. As you turned the corner, you didn’t register that you had just mopped the floors so they were still wet. Your feet slipped, and you slid to the floor but not before you banged your head on the corner of the counter. Darkness immediately enveloped you, and Crowley stood over you with a confused look.

“I thought that was going to be harder,” he shrugged as he bent and picked you up.

“Wakey, wakey,” Crowley sang as he splashed water on your face. Your eyes fluttered open, and it took you a few moments to realize you were in a closed cage with Crowley standing outside of it. You moved your hand to press the throbbing sensation on your head to try and ease it, but it did no help. You went to open your mouth to speak, but then you came to your second realization: your mouth had been stitched shut by what felt like amateurs. Your eyes widened in fear as you began whimpering.

“No use in struggling, love. You might want to save your energy for later,” he chuckled. Grabbing two of the bars on the cage, you quickly let go as a searing sensation formed on your palms. It was as if the bars were a thousand degrees even though they looked to be room temperature.

“Now, now, don’t do anything stupid. We’re waiting on another person to show up. You know him. Dark hair, trench coat, beautiful blue eyes,” he grinned. Castiel was coming? Why was he coming? To save you? To join his side? Was this a criminal with a vendetta? Was this even FBI at all?

“Is that what he told you?” Crowley said once he read some of the racing thoughts in your mind. “He’s not FBI, darling. He’s an angel and I’m a demon. See, you live in a world where monsters are real.”

No, there was no way that was true.

“Oh, but it is,” he chuckled as he bent to your eyes level just as his eyes turned a deep red. Your muffled cries were the only thing that could be heard as you tried scooting away from him as best as you couldn’t without touching the bars of the cage. Crowley’s eyes turned back to normal as he laughed, but his laughter was cut short when one of the doors to the room busted wide open. Castiel came charging in with bright blue eyes as if they were glowing.

“Where is she?” he demanded to know. Crowley stepped aside to show the state you were in, and tears came rushing out at the sight of him. Castiel froze when he saw how much pain you were in, and despite it all, your soul still remained the same. “Let her go.”

“Now, now, giraffe, there are rules. I know you have the demon tablet. Hand it over, and she goes free,” the demon chuckled.

“I don’t have it.”

“Lying to me isn’t in your best interest,” he said as he snapped his fingers. Your femur bone snapped in half, and you arched your back in pain as you tried letting out a scream. Whatever he used as stitching tore through your skin painfully, opening the wounds and letting your blood run free.

“I don’t have it! Not on me!” Castiel yelled.

“Then go get it. Until I see it in front of me, she will belong to me. For every minute you are late, is another minute she spends in pain. You have thirty before the real fun starts. Your time starts now,” he smirked. Castiel gave one last look at you before teleporting out of here. However, right now, that wasn’t the most surprising thing.

“Looks like his time is up,” Crowley smirked when the angel didn’t return in time. He was really looking forward to torturing you in order to get what he wanted. However, before he could do anything, Castiel appeared with a murderous look in his eyes.

“Ah, you have what I asked for?”

“You’re not getting it. Let her go or face the consequences,” he threatened.

“You think you can beat me alone?” Crowley laughed.

“Who said I was alone?” he smirked as the demon’s laughter died down. The door opened to reveal two tall men with serious looks on their faces. The taller one was holding a strange-looking knife while the shorter one was with guns. Castiel came in with a blade of some sorts, but that wasn’t all. A blonde woman walked in behind them with a smirk.

“Of course, he brings you three,” Crowley scoffed.

“Let her go. Final warning,” Castiel growled.

“I don’t think so,” he said as he snapped his fingers once more. This time it wasn’t your bones that broke. This time, your insides felt like they were being scratched at from the inside. Blood started pouring out from the cracks of your stitching which caused you to flinch and shake. It got so bad that your head banged against one of the bars, but the burning sensation wasn’t the most pressing issue right now.

Castiel immediately leaped into action as he, the two tall men, and the woman began fighting the demon. All resources were used to try and get Crowley to calm down since he was acting like a child right now. The fight didn’t last very long, but that didn’t mean there weren't any battle wounds. Once Crowley knew he couldn’t beat all four of them, he took the easy way out and escaped by a big red smoke cloud. As soon as he left, the burning sensation on the bars went away, and your insides stopped shredding. Tears streamed down your eyes as Castiel ran to you. He flung the door of the cage open, and you whimpered in pain.

“It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you,” he said in a soothing voice. He reached in the cage and grabbed you pulling you out to safety. Your leg was still broken, and the more he moved you, the more your cries were muffled. Castiel’s eyes glowed a bright blue as his hand placed itself over your broken bone. Within an instant, it was healed as if it had never been broken.

“We need to get these off her,” Castiel motioned to your stitches. Dean walked to you before kneeling down with his pocket knife out.

“Hey, sweetheart, my name is Dean and that’s my brother Sam and she’s Meg. We’re not going to hurt you, I’m just going to remove your stitches, okay? This might sting, but they’ll be gone,” he soothed. Nodding, you let him cut your stitches until all of them were out. Castiel healed your mouth as well so that physically, there was nothing wrong with you. However, he couldn’t take the emotional pain away.

“Come on, let’s get out of here. We’re going to take you back to Sam and Dean’s home,” Castiel explained as he lifted you bridal style. Placing your head on his chest, you just couldn't seem to find the strength to stop the tears from leaking. In a split second, you weren't in the warehouse Crowley kept you in, but a Bunker of sorts. Castiel set you on a chair by a desk in a library. Sam, Dean, and Meg were there as well as they stared at you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered as your voice was sore from screaming.

“There is nothing to be sorry for. You did nothing wrong. You’re going to be okay.”

“What is going on?” you asked weakly.

“I’ll explain everything later, I promise. Right now, you need to get some rest. I may have healed your wounds, but your body has been through a lot.”

“Okay,” you nodded, barely audible. Castiel helped you to your feet as Sam led the two of you to a spare room that you could use. Even after all of this, your soul was still as pure and innocent as it was from the first time he saw it. He knew then and there that you were the one for him.

But that was for another day.

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Quick!

Summary: Desperate for baby number two, you and your husband, Cas, will take any moment alone to make the dream come true.

Pairing: Human!Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 956

Warnings: Non-ABO breeding kink, quickie sex, two idiots in love.

A/N: This fulfills my breeding kink square for @castielspnbingo!

As the worn out, overworked, stress-filled parents of two-year-old Aurelia, your little golden girl, the opportunities to try for your desperately wanted baby number two were few and far between.

Between your conflicting work schedules and the insanity of raising a child, it was a miracle you saw each other at all. Aurelia was the light of your lives and you wanted nothing more than to give her a little brother or sister, but two year olds were exhausting.

Yawning, you turned the corner and headed to her bedroom where you found her asleep on her new big girl bed with her Hulk plushie curled up in her arms. She was the sweetest, girliest little girl ever, but her favorite Avenger in the world was the big, green rage monster - definitely her daddy’s daughter.

“Hello, love,” he said, coming up behind you to press a kiss into the side of your neck. “Woah, she’s asleep? It’s a miracle.”

“I know,” you laughed quietly, turning toward your husband. When he wiggled his eyebrows, you snickered again before he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the bedroom. “Quick! While she’s still asleep!”

Behind closed doors, Cas backed you into the door, peppering kisses from you collarbone to your lips down the valley of your breasts and back again, desperation drenching every movement. “Two year olds don’t allow for sexy times,” he laughed into your skin. “But I don’t care. I need to put another one in there.” His hand slipped underneath your shirt, grazing your stomach as the material found its way to the floor.

You shivered at his touch, his unwavering desire for another baby – to grow the family you had. “Maybe with two seconds to breath, we can get us a little Finn or Delilah,” you whispered into the shell of his ear, biting down gently and sending your husband from simply desperate to a man on a mission.

“How about both?” He asked eagerly, his eyes alight with the possibility. Hands entangled, he walked you back toward the bed and hurriedly stripped the both of you of your clothes before crawling toward you. “You look so gorgeous when you’re pregnant.”

“What I don’t otherwise?” You teased.

“Shut up, you know what I mean.”

“I do,” you said, reaching around and grasping a handful of his ass. “But let’s cut the chit chat. Aurelia can wake up any minute now and we’ll lose our chance for you to get me preggo.”

His hearty laugh vibrated through your being. Though you both wanted a little extra time, some opportunity to enjoy each other and tease each other, the parent life didn’t really allow it. Cas dipped his head down to lick a hot stripe up your folds, creating a quick, gentle suction around your clit that made you gasp.

“I think I may need a little extra lube today,” you giggled.

Almost comically, he reached toward the nightstand and grabbed the lube out of the drawer, nearly falling off the bed in the process. “We don’t have time for that today, so to the lube we go!”

Both of you fell into a fit of stifled laughter as he lubed you up, the reality of your lives as parents so different from when you first started dating. But honestly, you wouldn’t change it for the world. To be laughing with him - right here, right now - was everything you could’ve ever imagined.

Crawling back up your body, he placed himself at your entrance and slid home, the giggles turning back to desperation. He found a steady pace and thrusted into your wet heat whispering how excited he was to see you pregnant again.

“Oh, God, Cas, please.” You wanted to cry and out and scream, but the sleeping toddler kept you from doing so. Instead, you buried your face into the crook of his neck to beg, plead for another baby. “Let’s give Aurelia a little brother or sister.” 

He grunted against you as his cock slid inside you to the hilt. With each stroke, your hips bucked upward, as if your body knew what your heart wanted and was helping it along. You sensed that Aurelia would wake up at any moment so you reached down between you and massaged his balls, lightly squeezing with each thrust. In turn, he did the same for you, applying just the right amount of pressure on your clit – the kind that always had you squirmy and sweaty and begging. “I’m gonna come,” you whispered.

“Me too.” His movements became more frenzied as you hurdled toward the inevitable conclusion. “Oh god, Y/N, I’m-“

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you pulled him close, reveling in the sounds that emanated from between his perfect, pink lips. You whimpered into his mouth, your own orgasm powerful yet quiet, as his seed flowed into you.

The heaviness of his spent body pinned you to the bed, his hands still roaming, coasting over your stomach in the hopes that your dream of a bigger family might soon become a reality.

As you peppered his chest with soft kisses, you heard Aurelia cry out after a loud thud, undoubtedly having bumped or scraped against a piece of furniture. “I’ll get this,” he laughed, drinking you in one last time before slipping on his robe. “You stay here and prop your hips up. I heard that’s a good way to get pregnant and I need to see that again.”

Aurelia’s cries grew in intensity and he slipped out of the bedroom without another word, leaving you to prop up your hips with a pillow or two and wonder if nine/ten months down the road you’d be able to give him another precious, perfect gift.

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Something Else Here

Summary: When a former classmate that won’t take the hint comes back to town, you beg your best friend Castiel to fake a marriage so that they’ll leave you alone.

Pairing: Human!Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1,791

Warnings: A dude that won’t take no for an answer. Otherwise pretty fluffy.

A/N: This fulfills my fake marriage square for @castielspnbingo! 

Raucous knocking downstairs made him pop out of bed, hair spiked up in the back and a tiny bit of drool dribbling down the corner of his mouth. “What the hell?” He mumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Cas! Cas! Open up! Emergency!”

He sped downstairs and opened the door to see Y/N in perfect health, no cuts of bruises, even a smile on her face. “What’s the emergency? Why did you wake me up at 7-fucking-30 on my day off when you’re not bleeding or on fire?”

Laughing, Y/N walked into the house and into the streaming sunlight that Cas was shielding his eyes from. Like a vampire, it was just too early for this shit. “Glad to know that bleeding and on fire are the only things that constitute an emergency in your book,” she said with a snort. “It’s not a physical emergency. But it’s a friend emergency and I need your help.”

Cas ambled into the kitchen and began brewing some coffee, taking two cups out of the cabinet without even asking whether she wanted some. She always wanted some. It was rumored that it was caffeine and not blood that ran through her veins. “What do you need help with? It’s a good thing I love you, you know that?”

She sat down at the table and gave him the cheesiest smile imaginable. If they hadn’t grown up together, he’d have killed her by now. “I do,” she laughed. “Remember that guy in college that couldn’t take the hint?”

“Bradley Something?”

“Yes, Bradley Something.”

“What about him?”

Taking the cup of coffee from Cas, she leaned back in her chair, stretching her back muscles against the strong wood and explained that she heard through the grapevine he was going to be back in town for a short time. 

Cas pinched the bridge of his nose willing the burgeoning headache to fuck off. “Okay and what does this mean in terms of emergency?”

“You remember him right?” Y/N exclaimed, sending a jolt of pain through her friend’s head. “He was uncomfortably close and could never take a hint, but he always seemed to leave the married women alone. It’s like that was his line in the sand.”

“So you want me to marry you?” He laughed.

“Well, no, not really, but could we fake it while he’s in town?”

Downing the rest of his coffee, he turned to pour another mug. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” He thought, it could be worse. She was his best friend and drop dead gorgeous, but the idea was so ridiculous he couldn’t believe she was entertaining it. “Fine,” he said, rolling his eyes. “We’ll go out a couple times. I have a ring I can wear and we’ll get all lovey-dovey. You’re gonna have to kiss me though.” 

“Have you seen your lips, Cas? Not a problem for me.” She popped up from the chair and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thank you so much. I know this is ridiculous but he won’t leave me alone and if marriage is his line in the sand then this might get him off my back.”

“I hope it does,” he laughed. “If it doesn’t we’ll just have to make out in front of him. Like, sloppy gross, public display of affection make out.”

Snickering, Y/N spoke, “You’d just hate that, wouldn’t you?”

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A week later, when the fucker that wouldn’t take a hint came back to town, Cas invited Y/N over so they could formulate a plan. Cas pulled out a fairly plain silver band that he’d inherited from his father to pass as a wedding ring and Y/N had something similar, an old family heirloom, to pose as her own. “Okay, so how are we going about this? Do we have any special plans? Mission Impossible-style?” Cas asked, raising his hands like finger guns.

“No, you dork, we can just do whatever we normally do. Go run errands, go out to eat, whatever. If we see him, which I’m sure we will because it’s like he seeks me out every time he’s in town, we have to act like newlyweds so he’ll know to back off.”

Cas smirked. “So that means I have to kiss you?”

“Yup.”

He closed the space between them and grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger, pressing the softest of kisses on her lips. He’d never kissed her before. Though they’d both thought about it one time or another. His lips were soft and inviting, comforting, familiar, and she nearly forgot that this was all a ploy.

                                                          -------

Both of them needed groceries, but for the week Y/N was planning to stay with Cas so they put together a joint list and headed out. She could still feel where his lips had touched hers and she wasn’t altogether unhappy about that. As a matter of fact, the image made her smile.  

They’d never been on a date before and both found themselves questioning why. Anyone walking through the grocery store that didn’t know them already would think they were together, the easy-going smiles and comfortable embraces a dead giveaway that there was some kind of a connection there. Add to that the way they playfully teased each other at every turn and it was the  perfect combination for a beautiful and healthy relationship. 

After going back to his place to put away the groceries they’d bought for the week, they went mini-golfing. A new place had just opened up and Cas was a giant child so he practically threw a temper tantrum until Y/N had agreed to go. In all honesty, it didn’t take much convincing. They had nothing better to do and she hadn’t been in ages. It looked like fun.

And it was. A few people they knew happened to see them and asked about the rings. One in particular was Y/N’s old roommate from college. “We’re just pretending,” she whispered to her friend. “You remember how Brad would ask me out at least twice a week? Well, I begged Cas to fake a marriage so if we run into him he’ll back off.”

“Oh yea,” she laughed. “Married women always seemed to be the turn off for him.”

Of course the entire time they were on the golf course, Cas kept score and he beat Y/N by one point, so he was insufferable on the way to dinner. If she could materialize a pie from nowhere that would be wonderful because she wanted to shove it in his face. “Where should we go to dinner?”

“Diner down the block?” Cas asked. “I know it’s normally insane on the weekends, but I could go for a burger.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Inside the restaurant, Cas craned his head to the corner of the restaurant where Brad was sitting with what was probably some childhood friends. “Here’s our moment,” he laughed softly.

The way Brad’s eyes honed in on her made her skin crawl, but she grasped Cas’s hand and sat down across from him. “I mean, I know I’m your fake husband but I could go kick his ass if you he’s making you uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s okay.” She felt icy cold when he looked at her, but hopefully he’d see their rings soon and back off. “Let’s just eat.”

Both of them got big greasy bacon cheeseburgers and a couple of root beers, barely saying a word to one another except to comment on the bacon. “Oh fuck, he’s coming over,” she whispered, wiping her mouth to give him a perfect fake smile. “Hi, Brad. What brings you back to town?”

As the restaurant became more and more crowded, Brad regaled them both the the boring tales of a work project that brought him back to town and on more than one occasion he tried to bring up their college days, his eyes always darting to her ring. Every time he brought it up, Cas reached over and squeezed her hand, an inward show of friendship and solidarity and an outward show of belonging. “So when did you two get married?” Brad asked with obvious disdain dripping in Cas’s direction, though he was looking at Y/N.

Cas answered quickly. “Just a few months ago. Eloped, just the two of us. Decided we couldn’t wait.” 

He answered so quickly and with such sincerity that Y/N had to wonder if there was more than just the surface answer. “It was the perfect day,” Y/N replied.

“I’d always been hoping to scoop you up for myself,” Bradley added as the two faux lovebirds gazed at each other. “Figuring one day you might come around.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” she responded. She was not sorry in the slightest. Not even a little bit. “Cas and I have been friends forever. It’s always been him.” That also came out with a little too much sincerity. 

“Well, I hope you two are happy,” he said. “I should get back to my friends. Nice seeing you, Y/N.”

Without a word, she waved him off and glanced at Cas. What they’d said to Bradley seemed more than just a cover up and both knew it, but Cas laughed it off. “He doesn’t like me.”

“No, he doesn’t. He’s staring you down.” 

Bradley’s eyes pierced her, an icy blue settling into her spine. “If you weren’t here, I’d honestly be afraid.”

“Well, I’m here.”

As if he could see the chills crawl up her spine, Cas signaled for the check and paid quickly, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they walked through the door and back out to the car. Unfortunately, Bradley and his crew were just a few steps behind them.”Hey Y/N,” he said, injecting some levity into his voice even though she could tell he was deadly serious, “if you guys don’t work out, give me a call.”

Shrugging it off, she mumbled ‘as if’ under her breath and slipped into the passenger’s seat. “Oh my god, I feel like I need a shower.”

“Seriously, he’s gross,” Cas said. “Take the hint, dude.”

“I think he did. He just wasn’t happy about it and he couldn’t hide his feelings.”

“Well, too bad for him. Ready to go home?”

Home. “Yea.”

“I know we saw him and he saw the rings, but I figured you’d probably stay with me until he left town, right?” 

“Absolutely. I wouldn’t feel safe going back to my place.”

“Then with me it is,” he said, smiling. 

On the drive back to Cas’s house, they stole glances, words hanging heavy but hopeful in the air. Maybe there was something else there. Something that neither had ever noticed or addressed, but something that could change them for the better nonetheless.

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You Have To At Least Try

Characters: Empty!Castiel (kind of), Jack Kline x Twin Sister!Full Angel!Reader

Word Count: 939

Warnings: angst? fluff?

Summary: There is a place where angels and demons go when they di, and you’ve somehow ended up there. Can you escape? Will he let you?

Squared Filled: Empty!Cas // Dark!Cas

Author’s Note: This is for @spndarkbingo and @castielspnbingo respectively and this is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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Where were you? Why is everything so dark? Where was your twin? What happened last? Was he okay? Everything around you was so confusing because you couldn’t see anything but darkness. You could have sworn you heard your brother call for you, but you couldn’t seem to locate him. Your powers weren't working, and you couldn’t feel his. No one was around to tell you what was going on. Sitting up, you took a look around before you heard your twin call out for you.

“Y/N!”

“Jack!” you yelled as you got up. “Jack, where are you?” As soon as you heard his voice, it faded into the distance, and you walked around the emptiness before seeing someone familiar.

“Castiel?” you called out as you walked to him. He seemed irritated by the mere presence of you which was confusing since he vowed to protect you and your brother once your mom died. “Castiel, what’s happening?”

“God, your voice is annoying,” he sneered, not sounding like the Uncle you knew and loved. “After I got rid of Castiel, I was finally able to rest, and then you show up and now I can’t seem to go back to sleep. Why are you up?”

“Y/N!” Jack called for you once more.

“Where is my brother!”

“So, he’s the one who woke you up. Figures. God, I can’t seem to get peace anymore,” he sighed in frustration.

“What happened to me and who are you?”

“I’m the Empty. I only look like Castiel because he was the first angel in existence to have ever woken up. I figured he would make a good role model to keep you all in check.”

“Where am I?”

“You’re in the Empty. It’s a place where angels and demons go when they die. To forever lie in an eternal sleep. If you sleep, I sleep. If you’re awake, then I’m awake. So, go back to sleep because I need sleep,” he stressed the last three words strongly.

“I want to go home. Let me out of here! If you want to sleep so bad, then let me go!” you exclaimed.

“I can’t simply do that. You’re dead.”

“What?” you whispered, realizing exactly what happened the moments before you woke up.

“Run. Please just go,” Jack whispered to you. Your grandfather was on his way over to kill you because you were so much more powerful that Jack was. Your mother was human and your father was an archangel. While Jack was only half-angel, you were a full one and a much more powerful threat to society.

“No, I can take him. It’s you who I’m worried for,” you said as you wouldn’t back down from this fight.

“That’s cute,” your grandfather said as he approached the two of you. Immediately putting your brother behind your back, your eyes turned a deep gold.

“Don’t come any closer,” you threatened.

“What are you going to do to me?” he laughed. Yelling out in frustration, you send wave after wave of your powers at God, and he was forced back by the impact. Jack watched with wide eyes as you fought for your place in the world. It sucked that everyone only saw you two as threats when really it was the opposite. You were the sweetest person he’s ever known, and he’s heard from Sam and Dean just how much they love you. God grew angry as he tried to fight off the attack. He sent one of his own attacks at you which threw you back into a tree.

“Y/N!” Jack yelled as he ran to you.

“Say goodbye to your sister, Jack,” God threatened before snapping his fingers. Tipping your head back, you screamed as God killed you from the inside. White light poured from your eyes and mouth, and your soul was ripped from your body. Your empty vessel fell to the ground with your eyes burned out as your wings were singed to the ground.

“Y/N!” Jack yelled as he grew angry. However, when he looked back, his grandfather was gone.

“My own grandfather killed me,” you whispered out in horror.

“Yeah, and so would many other people if given the chance,” The Empty said with a smirk.

“No, that’s where you’re wrong. Sam and Dean loved me. Castiel loved me. My own twin brother would lay down his life if it meant to protect me. You have no idea what you’re talking about,” you growled.

“Do you really think they want you back? They hate you, which is why you’re dead. Jack did nothing to save you. Sam and Dean weren't there for you. Even your own grandfather hated you enough to kill you which is what Sam and Dean should have done the moment you arrived on Earth.”

“I’m not listening to you,” you whispered.

“Think about it. You’re useless down there so there is no reason to go back. Just go back to sleep, and this can all be over.”

“No!” you yelled, your voice booming off invisible walls. “I will not stop trying to get back to them! I will keep fighting! I will fight you for eternity if that’s what I have to do because I know Castiel and Jack will be there when I finally get out. I am not going back to sleep because that is what you want! Eat shit and die!”

“You’re going to regret that decision,” The Empty said with a dark smirk. It was hard to speak to him like this because he looks exactly like Castiel, but you had to at least try. It’s what Jack would want you to do.

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