#dean x angel!reader

[delulu4dean]

“A Game Of Angels & Devils”

Warnings: Smut, it’s smut, pure smut. Swearing and maybe some violence but mainly smut

Pairings: Demon!Dean x female angel!reader

Summary: Dean is a demon, and he’s loose in the bunker with Castiel’s angels sister.

Word Count: 1,781

Castiel always had a rough relationship with the other angels, you were the only one he really saw as a sibling. You always stood by him no matter what, so when he asked you to help with Dean, his best friend, you jumped at the chance. But Dean was also a legend, to heaven and hell. And now that he’s a demon, you couldn’t wait. You couldn’t wait to meet him, you couldn’t wait to see what he was capable of.

Castiel and Sam were out of the bunker while Dean was trapped in a chair, the same one previously used to hold Crowley. You were left alone with Dean. Castiel had other things to deal, and Sam went off to get groceries. Nobody anticipated that the attempt to cure Dean would turn out this way.

The cure of course, is human blood. But unfortunately Dean had just enough human in him to escape, and enough demon in him to come for your ass. And when you saw he’d escape, you were terrified. After everything that happened with the angels and heaven, you knew you couldn’t stand a chance against Dean Winchester.

So here you are now, walking down the halls, as Dean’s voice booms through the bunker, “Y/N! I’m coming for you!” Your steps are quiet as to not draw any attention while you look for a place to hide. The only place you can think of is under a bed, and the bed happens to be in Dean’s room. You try to quiet your breathing down, covering your mouth. You know you’d have to keep Dean from escaping but right now he’s after one thing: you. Dean didn’t like angels much before, except for Cas. All other angels were dicks. Dean being a demon means all that hatred is on another level.

“Come on Y/N, I just want to have some fun. Let’s play a game!” his voice sends shivers down your spine. You know he’s going to hunt you down and he’s not quitting any time soon. Of course you wanted to see what he was capable of but not with him roaming

The clicking of his boots on the bunker floor get louder as he gets closer. You see him entering the room, walking closer to his bed. You hold your breath, scared to what he would do. And then he crouches, and you see him looking right into your eyes.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, as he grabs your shoulders and pulls you out from under the bed.

“There you are, princess. I was beginning to think you were hiding from me,” he taunts you. His smirk is playful but his eyes are determined.

“You got me, what now, Dean?” you look up at your brother’s best friend. You keep your voice steady and refuse to let Dean see the fear in your eyes.

“I can torture you, use you to get what I want out of Sammy and Cas,” he explains. But what did he want, other than to kill all three of you?

“Yeah except you’ve got more human blood in you now. You’re not as strong,” you spit. You can’t tell if you’re being brave or stupid, talking to Dean like this.

He glares at you, grabbing you by the shirt. He may not be so strong for a demon, but he’s Dean Winchester, so he’s strong enough. And so you are scared, of course you are scared. But a small part of you is excited too.

“I’d be careful if I were you, princess. Watch your mouth.”

You don’t wait for him to do anything, as your knee goes straight for between his legs. He lets go of you and hunches over in pain.

“You’re going to regret that,” he growls.

You attempt to run off but he grabs your arm and pulls you back, before throwing you on his bed. You lay on your back, looking at him, as he walks closer to you. His eyes burn with anger, but there’s another feeling mixed in there that you can’t quite place.

“You know, we never got along,” Dean starts, as he gets on top of you. “It’s a shame, your Cas’ sister, I’m his best friend, we should get along.”

“Yeah I’m going to get along with the guy who toys around with my brother, he ruined his reputation with heaven, he was a good soldier of heaven, and then you happened,” you lecture Dean. You’ve always felt like Dean ruined Cas.

“And yet here you are, helping him,” Dean smirks. Dean climbs onto his bed, crawling on top of you.

“He was my mentor, I’ve been by his side for years and years. He’s my family.”

“And he’s my best friend. Or was, before all this happened.”

You sigh, looking up at the demon on top of you. Your breathing is heavy, as you stare into his eyes. He smirks at you, leaning down. You don’t know what to say or do, as he gets closer to your ear.

“I think I have another idea on what I want to do with you,” he whispers in your ear, causing you to tense up.

You look down at his hand, unzipping your jeans. You gently gasp as his hand goes in your panties and his middle finger finds your clit. You bite your lip, feeling your body relax under his touch. His lips brush against the skin of your neck, before he starts kissing it.

“We may not get along but you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this with you, Y/N. Way before all this happened actually. And now, as a demon, ruining your angelic innocence,” you feel his breath on your neck.

“Oh, honey, I may be an angel but I’m not innocent,” you look back up into his eyes.

His eyes are dark with lust, as he sits up, pulling your pants off, and then your panties. As he does, you throw off your shirt and quickly undo your bra and toss it to the side. Dean’s hands roam up and down your body, before he takes off his own clothes, and positioning himself to enter you.

“I’m going to make you my bitch,” he tells you.

“I’d like to see you try.”

And with that, he pushes himself inside you, and you let out a moan. He pounds into you, holding your hands above your head, pinning them to his bed. With his other hand, he grabs your thigh, wrapping your leg around his waist, allowing him to go in deeper. He’s hitting your sweet spot, over and over, but you can’t let him just win like this.

You break free from his grasp, and roll over, using both of your hands to pin his to the bed, while you take control. Up and down you bounce, causing him to grunt, as he glares at you. You continue to work your magic, and Dean let’s you. No way were you going to let Dean make you his bitch.

“Yeah you like this?” you tease Dean. “I bet you do. You have this tough boy act but really you’re just a little bitch.” Wrong move.

In a second, he’s back on top of you, thrusting fast and hard, hand around your throat. You gasp, moaning. But you still refuse to lose. If this is the game Dean wants to play, you’re playing too.

“Look at you,” Dean says, putting his thumb on your lips. “Be a good little angel and open.”

You comply, and he puts his thumb in your mouth for you to suck, so you do.

“Good angel, taking orders like you should.”

You smirk, his finger still in your mouth, as you get an idea. You bite his thumb, and he pulls it out, growling. He grabs your face, and makes you look into his eyes.

“Did you just fucking bite me?”

“Yes,” you simply answer.

Instead of saying anything, he decides two can play that game. He leans down and bites your neck, gently. Instead of pain you feel bliss, with the mix of the love bites and his length in you sliding in and out.

You’re not going to lie, there always been a sort of attraction to Dean, but in your mind he was always off limits. You didn’t know how your brother felt about Dean, you just knew he was his best friend. But you definitely are not complaining about having sex with Dean.

You wrap your legs around Dean, wanting some sense of control. You want a chance of winning but as you and Dean look into each others eyes, you realize this might end in a draw. And neither of you are complaining.

As your walls tighten around him, he grunts, his lips crashing into yours. You kiss back, holding his face in your hands. He continues fucking you with passion, as you both come closer to your orgasms. His skin hits your clit over and over as he fucks you, pushing you closer to the edge. His finger goes to your clit, rubbing it, bringing you to your orgasm.

He follows shortly after, pulling out and finishing off on your chest, his eyes going black. He knew better than to finish in you. If a half demon/half human kid is dangerous, and a half angel/half human kid is dangerous, you couldn’t only imagine what would happen if there was an offspring of a human and a demon. Dean was smarter than risking releasing something like that upon the world, even as a demon.

You’re both panting, as he lays down next to you. His arm wraps around you, pulling you close. It’s a warm feeling that you didn’t expect from a demon. Maybe enough of Dean was in there, especially with the human blood Sam has been injecting in him. You really don’t know, and you don’t need to know. You just really enjoy being in his arms like this.

“Guess we both lost,” Dean breaks the silence.

“Yeah, and I’m glad we did,” you tell him, turning your body to face him. “Cas is so going to kill you if he finds out.”

“Like he can,” Dean rolls his eyes.

You smile, enjoying the moment. Right now, it doesn’t matter if Cas wouldn’t approve, if Dean is a demon or if you didn’t like him before you met him. It doesn’t matter that you are an angel and all angels were dicks in Dean’s eyes, because you aren’t. In Dean’s eyes, you’re this angel, and as a demon he can see you for what you are. And he is mesmerized.

#supernatural #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x female!reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x you #dean Winchester x angel!reader #demon dean #demon!dean x reader #demon!dean

[vanteguccir]

new addition | dean winchester

Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Where Y/N discovers she is pregnant and worries about how her boyfriend, Dean, will react.

Warning: None.

Requested?: Yes, on Wattpad.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Y/N closed her eyes tightly, leaning forward over the closed toilet seat as she clenched her hands into fists around the pregnancy test, pulling a puff of air through her nose as if trying to keep herself in reality.

The woman had noticed changes in her body through last weeks, especially in her breasts that seemed larger and more sensitive than normal, which made her wonder if she was close to her period, as this is one of the symptoms of it, but her calendar showed that her period would only come 2 weeks later.

But then the week of her menstrual cycle arrived but there was no drop of blood, the pack of pads Dean had bought the week before was untouched on the counter, and then she began to worry, several possibilities swirling around her mind, but none of them were that one.

Until the day before, during a conversation between herself and Castiel, where the angel blatantly blurted out something he shouldn't have.

"...But that's all I've been able to find so far, Cass. With all the evidence and research, I think we're dealing with a different species of werewolf, but I'd rather read up a little more just to be sure." Y/N informed Castiel, pointing to the open book in front of her on the central wooden table in the bunker room.

"Uhm... Just don't overwork yourself, it won't be good for the baby." The angel responded, getting up from the chair he was sitting next to Y/N and straightening his coat.

The sound of choking echoed through the room, Y/N having choked on air at the older man's response.

"Who?" She asked, looking at him intently.

"The baby." Castiel replied as if it were obvious, his blue eyes widening seconds later. "You didn't know?" He asked slowly, swallowing hard.

"Castiel, what are you not telling me?" Y/N asked, standing up from her chair.

"Wow look at that, Dean is calling me, I have to go." And then the angel disappeared, leaving Y/N alone.

"Hey baby, how are... Y/N? What happened?" Dean entered the room seconds later, interrupting his speech halfway when he saw his girlfriend's frightened and pale face.

"Nothing." She responded quickly, leaving the room with everything behind.

Y/N spent that whole day thinking about what Castiel said, putting the pieces of the puzzle together, and the worst of all, it made sense; her body changed, her mood changed, her desires were strange and her period was late.

The woman managed, later that afternoon, to escape the bunker for a few hours and go to the nearest pharmacy, where she bought four pregnancy tests in the absence of one.

The next day, today, she took advantage of Dean and Sam's departure to investigate more about the current case to take the tests, spending long minutes staring at the closed boxes and wondering if she was ready to know the results.

Finally, working up the courage, she took two of the four tests, leaving the other two closed just in case.

Tension took over her body and she wondered how she would tell Dean if the result was positive, what direction her life would take, her life as a hunter...

Finally, 5 minutes later, she opened her tightly closed eyes, lowering her head and looking at the small screen where the result would be shown.

Pregnant.

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That night, Y/N found herself sitting on the bed in her shared room with Dean, the two tests inside a small box that she had found among the Men of Letters' mess which she held in her hands, her eyes attentive to the closed door, seeming to hold her breath.

The sound of the bunker's entrance door opening and closing seemed to wake her up, Y/N blinked her eyes quickly, shaking her head and sighing, briefly looking at the box, but her attention was taken by the door again as she heard it open.

"Hey honey." Dean smiled big when he saw his girlfriend waiting for him, placing his suitcase on the floor and closing the door, starting to take off the tie that was part of his "costume" during the interviews he did regarding the current case.

"Hi Dean." Y/N replied quietly, a tight smile settling on her features, tilting her face slightly upwards as she saw Dean move closer to kiss her.

"Um, is this for me?" The hunter asked when he saw the box in his girlfriend's hands, bringing his hand closer to take it, stopping in his action when he saw Y/N move the box out of his reach.

"Um." She cleared her throat, taking a deep breath. "Sorry... Dean, yes it's for you, and I want you to understand the seriousness of this... gift. It's very important to us." Y/N informed, finally extending the box towards the taller man, who was looking at her in confusion.

"Wow, are you asking me to marry you?" Dean joked, taking the box gently and sitting next to his girlfriend, pulling on the makeshift navy blue bow and carefully removing the lid.

His hand that was holding the lid stopped in the air, his body tensing in seconds as his mind seemed to stumble on thoughts, green eyes almost popping out.

"Dean?" Y/N called nervously, her hands were shaking and her heart was beating like crazy, fear was settling in her body and questions were running through her head, the last thing she wanted was to lose Dean, but she wouldn't know how to act if he didn't want the baby.

"A-are you... There's a..." Dean stumbled over his words, never before feeling as nervous as he did in that moment. "Are we going to be parents?" He finally asked, putting the lid and box aside and taking the two tests in his hand, alternating his gaze between them and Y/N.

"Yes Dean, I'm pregnant." Y/N responded, smiling in relief when Dean laughed loudly with joy, pulling her into a long kiss full of smiles.

Y/N laughed as Dean laid her on the bed, lowering himself a little over his girlfriend's body and lifting his own shirt that covered half of her smaller body, looking enchanted at his girl's belly, still not completely believing it.

Dean never exactly imagined himself having his own family, having grown up in a completely unstructured one, his biggest fear was that he wouldn't be a good partner, much less a good father. But after he met Y/N and his heart was completely encircled by the woman, all he wanted most was to be with her forever, only seeing her with him when he thought about the future.

He knew that he wanted a family with her.

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Dean took a deep breath, turning his head to the side, his eyes carefully analyzing Y/N's face, her eyes practically closed and directed towards the ceiling, feeling extremely relaxed with her head lying on the man's shoulder, listening to his heartbeat, and that's how she realized something was wrong, the sound of the heartbeat becoming louder and faster than seconds before.

"Baby? Is everything okay? Your heart..." Y/N raised her head, now more attentive and awake than before, her eyes focusing on his, feeling her own heart heavy with the confusion of emotions installed in the green pool's.

"What if I can't protect him? What if... What if all our enemies-" He swallowed hard, shaking his head. "You will be vulnerable in these 9 months, what if you can't protect yourself like before? What if I'm not with you at all times and something catches you? The demons, Lucifer, even God... We have so many enemies spread across the world, I can't even imagine the danger he would be in just by breathing." Dean spoke as his eyes darted around the room, trying to find something that would make him think rationally.

"Hey, breathe baby." Y/N sat up straight on the bed, bringing her hands to Dean's cheeks and pulling his face so he was looking back at her. "Are you with me?" She asked, following his eyes until he looked back, nodding. "Dean, we won't always be there for him, we will raise our baby for the world and not for ourselves, the last thing I want is to keep him with us, that would be selfish of us. We will protect him throughout his life, and I guarantee you that we will do a great job at that, you know why? Because you are an incredible man and you care, the way you take care of Sam and practically raised him alone says that in itself. Yes, we have many enemies, more than I will ever be able to count, but we will learn together how to deal with this having this new addition in our lives, and I'm sure you'll get it right."

Dean sucked in air through his nose, his eyes filling with tears as a smile spread across his face, approaching and planting a lingering kiss on the lips that he already knew by heart and would never get tired of tasting.

"What would I do without you?" He whispered against Y/N's mouth, feeling her lips move into a smile.

"I don't know, but you would definitely be lost."

And at that moment Dean knew that the two of them would make it work, and in the near future they would have their complete family.

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[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Michael: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Gabriel, whispering: Why are there little handprints all over the walls?

Y/N, whispering: Because I have little hands.

Gabriel: Because they have little hands.

#archangel!reader #michael x sister!reader #gabriel x sister!reader #angel!reader #michael #gabriel #spn michael #spn gabriel #spn incorrect quotes #spn crack #winchester bros #dean winchester #incorrect spn quotes #sam winchester #castiel novak #castiel x reader #supernatural x reader #spn imagine #source: incorrect quotes generator #reader insert #female reader #male reader #gn reader

[castiwls]

Omggg hii ok so I've always wanted a fic about what the readers and Castiel's conversation or just interaction in general would be. If the two were already in an established relationship and when Lucifer was possessing Castiel had gotten intimate or something with the reader, not knowing it was Lucifer and thinking it was Castiel of course. What would his reaction be and how would he feel. Especially since he probably had to watch the whole thing go down but could do absolutely nothing about it. How would the two make up and such. <3

this is me trying - c.n

Paring; Castiel x fem!reader

Synopsis; You and Castiel struggle with the aftermath of Lucifer

Warnings; Maybe occ

Notes; Hiii tysm for the request! I've truthfully not wrote for Castiel in soo long so I apologise if this is kinda occ.

Masterlist

“and maybe i don’t quite know what to say but I’m here in your doorway”

Taking a deep breath you leaned back against the headboard of your bed. The book in your lap no longer held your attention as you stared blankly down at it. You didn’t know how to feel about the events which have transpired over the last few days, at first you were angry and then that anger seemed to dissipate into an emptiness mixed with guilt. 

Guilt that you’d not paid enough attention to notice that for the past few weeks, Lucifer had been running around in your boyfriend's body. Playing it back in your head now you noticed the strange behaviour but at the moment you’d paid no mind. 

“Y/n. We need to talk.” Castiel’s voice brought you out of your head. He stood in the doorway a slight frown on his face. You knew exactly what he wanted to talk about but the whole situation still brought a bad taste to your mouth. He watched you for a moment before letting out a sigh and moving into the room. 

Sitting on the edge of the bed he turned to you. “I’m not sure what else to say other than sorry.” The angel looked down at his hands as he spoke. You’d never seen him look as regretful as he did now. 

“Why didn’t you say anything to me? We could’ve spoken about it Cas.” You placed your book to the side before crossing your legs. “I basically cheated on you, do you know how that feels.” You let out a sigh before reaching over to grab his hand. “I’m not angry at you, I just…I let him into our space, and I told him things thinking I was talking to you. I let him kiss me Cas, and it’s all I can think about.” 

In truth, the guilt had been pretty much eating you alive. The emptiness you felt now came from the fact that the guilt had seemingly taken everything else. He was quiet for a moment before squeezing your hand and looking back up.

His eyes met yours for a moment before he shifted slightly closer. “It’s not your fault what happened. It’s my fault I know that,” He frowned again going quiet. You knew from the look on his face that he was struggling to find the words to express how he felt. 

He had his own guilt over the whole situation. Having to sit back and watch someone else pretend to be him and interact with you in that way had left him feeling angry and helpless in a way he’d never experienced before. Seeing how it had affected you though was worse than any guilt he could ever feel. 

“I’m willing to work with you.” He finished after a moment. He smiled at you before squeezing your hand again. “Thank you.” You squeezed his hand back. You were both quiet for a moment before you patted the space next to you. The tension from his shoulders seemed to drop at your invite and he happily moved next to you.

This was the first time since Lucifer that you’d both been alone together. A sigh of contentment left you as you settled into his side. You knew things weren’t gonna go straight back to how they were. Castiel had still broken your trust by doing what he’d done but you also knew that he would do anything to regain your trust.

You smiled up at him before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. A smile graced his lips as your lips met his and for that moment you allowed yourself to forget about the past few weeks.

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[autistic-inmate]

SUPERNATURAL LUCIFER X FEM!READER

(Reader is referred to as sister)

- You joke around with Lucifer and your brother, Dean, doesn’t like it :)

fluff 😇

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I walked into the room that my brothers were in, "Where's Clarence?"

"Not sure, said he had some angel business to deal with." Dean muttered as he continued to stare at his laptop screen. I sighed and fell down onto one of the chairs "I'm booorreedd." I whined and nobody said anything, "Ok I guess I'll go annnd.." I paused while I thought about what to do, "Find a case." Normally they would 'advise' not to because it could be dangerous on my own, but they didn't even look up. Maybe I should elaborate, "Actually you know what? I'm gonna go find a vamps nest." Ok they definitely wouldn't let me go alone. But I still got no answer.

"Ignore everything I just said, I can't be bothered. I think, I'm just gonna go talk to one of the angels." I hoped that would get their attention considering they dislike most of them. "Hey, I should go talk to the devil, I mean he's probably pretty lonely." Ok that must have gotten there attention. Nope, still nothing.

Alright well, "Lucifer. You know? Satan?" That caught their attention and Dean glared at me but I smiled innocently. Sam looked at me over his laptop, "What? Sorry, I'm just trying to figure this out and I feel like I haven't slept in years, did you say something about Lucifer? Has something happened?" I could tell I hit a bit of a nerve by mentioning his name but how else was I supposed to get their attention. "No, well yes I said I should go talk to him 'cause he's probably lonely." I smiled innocently at them again but they didn't look very happy.

"Don't even joke about that. I don't want you anywhere near him." I could tell Dean was serious but I didn't understand why. Well, I did, I knew why. He's killed people, he wanted Sam as a vessel, he tried to start the apocalypse and he is Satan. But I know a side to Lucifer that they don't, a side to him that's not all death and destruction.

I was about to speak but I felt the temperature drop. I saw the panic in Sams face and Dean reached for his gun by instinct. "You called, darling?" Oh joy, Lucifer is here.

"What a pleasant surprise." I turned to face him with the fakest, most cheesiest grin I could manage. "You were thinking off me so damn much that it basically came to me like a prayer, why were you thinking about me, Y/N?" He smirked as he walked closer to us and I rolled my eyes. "I was thinking about how much of an ass you are, my brothers here were agreeing." I smirked right back at him and he scoffed "I know you like me really and you enjoy my company more than anyone else's, you're not fooling anyone." He shrugged slightly like what he had just said was painfully obvious.

"Ok that's enough, I can't take it anymore. Lucifer what the hell are you doing here, really?" Dean looked pretty mad that I was joking around with the devil but who can blame me, he's quite funny when he's not trying to start world war three.

"You act like I'm about to try and start the apocalypse Deany, I mean c'mon, I'm totally over all that now." He smiled like he just told Dean he'd bought him some flowers and baked him a cake. "Right of course, I'm sorry for assuming the worst from the literal devil, you must've just popped in to give me chocolate and watch a movie with us." Dean spoke sarcastically and Lucifer pretended to be offended and shook his head. "Wow. I know you don't like me, but that was harsh. I mean, I really did come here to watch a movie. Not with you exactly, but that is the reason. I can't believe you think so lowly of me Deano." Lucifer matched Deans sarcastic tone and it just pissed my brothers off even more, meanwhile I found it to be good entertainment.

"First of all, stop adding letters onto my name. Secondly, if you mean that you came to watch a movie with my sister? You can forget it. I won't let you get anywhere near her." Aaaaaand protective brother mode is officially on. "I'm already near her." Lucifer scoffed as he walked closer to me and threw his arm around my shoulders. "Dude get your big ass arm off of me." I tried to shrug his arm off but he added another arm so he was giving me a really weird side hug, successfully trapping me in his arms.

However before I could complain anymore, a sudden gunshot echoes throughout the room and it makes me flinch. Lucifer let go of me with a grunt. "Ouch." He pouted like a child that didn't get his own way.

I turned to look at him and realised that Dean had shot him. "Was that really necessary, Dean? I can handle myself against big ole pouty satan over here." I felt him poke me at the insult so I looked back at him to see him still pouting and I giggled. "Yes. It was completely necessary. I told him that I wasn't gonna let him near you, Y/N. I don't like how close you two seem, all buddy-buddy and shit, it's not right. Has he got you under some sorta spell? Do you need help, Y/N? 'Cause I definitely do not have a problem with killing the devil himself." Dean looked between the two of us practically giggling like a pair of school girls.

"Yes Dean, he has me under a very powerful spell." He didn't look impressed with my sarcasm. "Whatever, but you hurt her and I swear I will find a way to end you." And with that promise he left the room. We both looked at Sam and it was pretty awkward for a second before he cleared his throat "Yeah, Well I- erm- I need to carry on with this, so.." He got up and walked out with his laptop.

"Wow. You know, you could be here to kill me and both of my brothers just left me to be murdered." I joked and turned around to face him.

"You know I'd never hurt you though, right? You are one of the very very few humans I can tolerate." His smirk was replaced with a genuine smile as he looked down at me. "I know." I nodded and it was quite for a moment as I looked at him, taking in his features. Damn, his eyes are so pretty and his hair looks so fluffy, I want to just run my hands through it so fucking bad.

"So," I cleared my throat like I was trying to get rid of the tension in the room. "What movie do you wanna watch, Luci?" My eyes widened slightly as I realised what I had called him, but it was too late, he had already heard it. "'Luci' huh?" I was about to start apologetically rambling before I noticed a grin spread across his face. "I like it, but only from you. I don't want some demon walking around calling me 'Luci ', it'll ruin my reputation." He chuckled, "Oh and I'm 99.9% sure that you forgot I can read your thoughts, your eyes are pretty too." His smirk was back as he cockily walked out of the room, leaving me stood on my own in embarrassment.

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[daughterofcain-67]

Personally I’d love to see more posts about Jensen’s character Alec from Dark Angel. Is it just me or is Alec sort of an underrated role Jensen played? To me when I watched the show he was just a younger version of Dean! Still sad that the show only had two seasons 😢

Anyway, if anybody has some recommendations for some Alec one shots or fanfics to read please let me know! I’d love to see what people have come up with! 🖤🖤🖤

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[vendettasfanfictioning]

I genuinely cannot tell anymore if I'm reading this much fics because I've just been attached to destiel and supernatural for that long/that intensely or because the fanfiction pool is so deep here that it's technically an ocean at this point with multiple self-sustaining ecosystems.

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[princessmisery666]

Part-time Soulmate

Summary: The lure is stronger than the certainty of heartbreak.

Warnings/Genres etc.: Angst.  

W/C:500

Pairing: Dean Winchester x unnamed female.

Prompt: @justagirlinafandomworld 's Unclaimed Love Songs - Cowboys & Angels by Dustin Lynch 

A/N: Lots of other songs helped the muses with this one but mainly Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch

Master Lists: Main // Dean Winchester

The world was spinning faster and faster, and Dean couldn’t keep up. He painted on an ear-to-ear smile and tried not to blink. He felt nothing and everything. He didn’t want to think, not tonight. Instead, he drove, pedal to the metal, reveling in Baby’s growling engine and waiting for the night to turn off his mind. Passing cars and crowded bars, but not stopping until he pulled up at her door.

Dean had vices, hard liquor, easy women, and a loud throaty engine. But he’d never been an addict. Not until he met her. She made going back to her as easy as breathing. But that was the thing, he needed to breathe, and she was his own brand of oxygen. He’d had a taste, let her in, and she’d consumed him. He struggled to find the high with anyone else. Like the nicotine in a cigarette, she ran through his veins, and he wanted to overdose.

It was late. Too late to be showing up without calling first, but she answered his knock with sleepy eyes and messy hair. She didn’t say his name or ask if he were okay, only widened the door, inviting him in.

He crossed the threshold, slipping his arms around her waist, burying his head in her neck, drowning in her warmth. Her hand stroked the back of his head, nails gently scraping through the coarse hairs at the base of his neck. Each sweep a silent vow; ‘I’m here. It’s okay. I’ll help you breathe. I’ll make you believe it’s all a dream.’

Tender kisses placed on his throat from sweet lips dissolved the ache of sore, stiff muscles from the long, breakless drive like sugar in water.

He felt like he’d been on the run his whole life, never wanting commitment, but she caught him by surprise, and before he knew it, he’d lost himself to her. Assuming he’d be alone forever, but damn if she hadn’t made him think he was wrong. It was that kind of adrenaline he couldn’t leave behind.

Her touch always said more than words ever could. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, under his jacket, and pushed it down his arms. ‘Stay a while.’  

Pulling back to look into her eyes, he answered with a pleading request, “Turn down the noise.” But what he meant was ‘make me forget’. 

“I got you, baby,” she promised. 

It was more than her body that turned him on, and to be in her arms was enough. But like any high, it was more than wanting her for a night. He wanted her forever. She was a light, and he wanted to be her shadow.

Unfortunately, he knew better. She was sweet, he was wild, and together they were dangerous, so for that reason, he wouldn’t let the secret out - wouldn’t surrender his heart. Tonight he’d exist in the luminous serenity she enveloped him in and pretend he could live there.

Pretend she wasn’t a part-time soulmate and a full-time problem.

Part 2 - Love-Blind Haze

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[happy74827]

Heaven’s Creation

[Castiel x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: You’ve had abnormal dreams before and it wasn’t uncommon for you to stumble about odd situations in them. But, this time, it was different. He was different.

WC: 1,149

Category: Would you call this hurt/comfort? 

This was more of a random plot that I created during my daily “stare at the ceiling at 3am” moments but uh… I finished it and it’s Castiel so… enjoy :)

You’ve always loved the rain at night. The way soft droplets tapped your windowsill, drifting into the infinite amount of puddles that lay about the grass. The bright flash that would gloss over your dark abyss of a room, following rumbles from above.

During your younger days, you’d pretend that it was God sending an Angel to watch over you. To help you sleep through the sleepless nights and through the heavy storms with thunder that would shake the house.

At times, you were scared of it, scared of what would follow in the dark, but you overcame it with the belief that a higher power — one with wings — was watching over you. Protecting you from danger.

Even when you grew older, wiser with age, you still believed it, despite others. You believed it because you wanted it to be true.

And so, it began. The night that changed everything.

It was a similar night as this one. The rain that poured out of the sky wasn’t heavy but it wasn’t silent either. It was prominent enough to bring drowsiness to your eyes. To take you to your haven, away from the stress of the real world.

Usually, you had dreamt of the beach. The bright blue sky matches the color of the water. The sun reflects itself into the sand, mimicking the same happiness as a child. The fish swam peacefully as people gathered around to play beach volleyball.

This time, however, was inconsistent. You woke up in a strange place. A dark place. The flooring and the walls were all wood, with mold within the cracks. Spider webs were in every corner with dust on every shelf. The place brought you unease as you silently explored with your eyes, not daring to move an inch.

Just as you turned your glance toward a fogged-out window, you heard a name. Your name. It was soft, like a whisper, but the urgency in its tone made goosebumps crawl over your skin.

When you sought out the whisper, turning in confusion, you were met with eyes that were as blue as the southern sea. Eyes that sparkled like sapphires in the sunlight, despite being in such a dull environment.

They belonged to a man, a man you’d never seen in your dreams before. He was tall, taller than you at least, with dark fluffy hair that complimented his eyes. He was well-dressed, sporting a suit and tie with a trench coat that stopped just below the knees. The looseness of the coat on his shoulders gave him a more scrawny appearance, but something told you he was stronger than he appeared.

Your name fell from his lips again, as he stopped a few paces in front of you. His eyes were fixated on yours, causing an awkward smile to etch on your lips as you run your brain for a response.

However, the man didn’t give any opportunity for you to speak. “I apologize for the invasion of privacy.” He whispered, “I didn’t have many options given the amount of time I have.“

You looked at him blankly, only blinking at his words. Invasion of privacy? You were dreaming about someone invading your mind? What in the Inception is this?!

“So, you’re an invader of minds?” You finally replied, not sure what else there was to say.

He stared at you blankly, giving a little head tilt in response as if he were comprehending what you just said.

“I… uh, n-no.” He fumbled his words, “I’m an angel, Castiel, and I came to warn you.”

“Oh, okay… now I see why I’m—“

“You’re in danger.” He interrupted, causing you to halt in response. Your confused look made him sigh in response.

The man — Castiel as he named himself — looked over his shoulder in worry, glancing towards the bolted-up wooden doors, before turning back to you. “We don’t have much time.”

His eyes kept glancing at the doors like they were bound to swing open at any moment. The man made you nervous no doubt.

Could you die in dreams? It was a question he made you ponder. Still, you decided to entertain him with his claims. “Time for what?”

Then, as the apparent ‘angel’ suspected, the doors did open. They opened but nothing was there. You heard noises and conversations, but none of which were clear enough to comprehend.

When you turned back to Castiel, he promptly took you by your shoulders. Worry and panic were evident on his face as he hovered two fingers over your forehead. His eyes were staring into yours as he spoke to you. Well, more like ordered.

“Find Dean and Sam! Tell them I sent you, they’ll protect you.”

You were enchanted by the piercing blue in his eyes. For a dream, they seemed so surreal and inhuman. Yet, so natural. It felt… almost real.

You hadn’t realized he mentioned your name again. His fingers had lowered from you while his other hand was still firm on your shoulder, adding pressure that forced you to blink back into the present.

“We’ll meet again, most likely in a similar way.”

Finally, after what seemed like ages of staring into this man with nothing but confusion, you asked him a question. A simple, yet elaborate question.

“Is this actually real?”

He slowly nods, glancing behind him once more. “Very.”

“Why are you telling me all this?”

“You’re a future prophet of the lord and I’d like to keep it that way.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his words. “Prophet of the Lord? You mean, God?”

“I’ll answer all your questions soon, but you have to go, now!” Castiel rose his fingers once more, hovering them over you. “Once you’re awake, leave your apartment. And remember, find the Winchesters. They’ll protect you while I’m away.”

You were going to respond to him, to ask how he knew about the apartment, but the dream was over in a snap. His fingers touched your forehead, making you feel tingly and lightheaded. Then you were home.

You were laying down, eyes facing the popcorn ceiling of your room. The rain was still active, lighter and calmer now but it was still there.

A part of you still believed it to be a dream, a wacky one at that, but the sincerity in the man’s tone… It made you get up in your pajamas, search for your car keys, and drive off.

And fortunately for your sake, you made the right call. You found your apartment in the news when you arrived at some diner for food. The building had crumbled beneath the seams, leaving nothing but debris and dust.

The shock and the terror that flowed through your body only turned into the repetition of what the man from your dream had told you.

“Find the Winchesters…” your mind replayed, “they’ll protect you while I’m away.”

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[shelbgrey]

Can you do one where the reader is Gabe's soulmate and they have a breakdown cause they were hiding all feelings, good and bad. They break down in Gabe's arms and whilst venting say “I gotta say, I'm not doing so great. I keep trying to start over, but I can't get anywhere because I'm lost.” Then Gabe comforts them?

Love this request. Glad I got to write for my favorite angel again.

Love of a lifetime (Gabriel)

Paring: gabriel x Soulmate!Reader

Prompt: 1.1) “I gotta say, I'm not doing so great. I keep trying to start over, but I can't get anywhere because I'm lost”

MasterList

Call Gabriel what you want. He can be manipulative or harmful to humans if he really wanted to. But one thing is for sure he'd never lay a hand on her or even put her in danger. He'll play all the practical jokes he wants on her brothers or send them to any univers, but when It comes to her no harm will come.

Gabe didn't know how to discribe it. When he first met her and her brothers were after him. Of course he was pissed but when he first saw you all anger seemed to dissolve. He didn't know why... Actually he did but he didn't want to admit it.

Arc-Angels are supposed to have Soulmates or they'll be assigned a person to watch over. Unfortunately God didn't trust Gabe to be a Garudian Angel so he was surprised when he felt the love sick feeling his whole body was feeling when he saw her kind eyes.

That day he voved to always protect her even if she never found out about his unconditional love he felt for the the hunter. He's all jokes and partying but when he promises something he keeps it. When the mystery spot becomes known to her and her brothers, Gabe made sure she didn't get sucked into the time loop Sam and Dean were in.

He knew how much y/n loved her brothers so while Dean was dying and sam was losing his mind y/n was completely clues. But she wasn't too clueless, she started slowly putting the pieces together and soon she had a dozen questions for the so called Trickster.

The third time she was sucked into TV land, but like he promised there was no harm to her. He would put y/n in the same reality as her favorite shows to impress her. But after the Winchesters Cracked the case once again she finally asked her unanswered questions while he stood in the holy fire.

“call I ask you something?” she asked after brothers left. His brooding face soften and he simply shrugged.

“Sure Sweetheart”

“Why us? Specifically why do you target my brothers but not me?” he stifled a laughed and put his hands in his pockets.

He weighed out his options. He could either tell her the truth and get rejected or he could lie and not only protect him but her. He also knew he was bad news and even dangerous. And even if he promised to always protect her its not safe for an Angel to be with a human.

“... Just wanted to see how it would play out” he lied right through his teeth. She slightly nodded with disappointment. She couldn't explain why she had a soft spot for the Trickster or she started to notice how handsome he was.

“see ya around Gabriel” she nodded putting outt the holy fire and walking to the impala. She never breathed a word to her brothers about the conversation she had with the Angel.

--------(1st pov)--------

“GOOOOOD MOOORNING!” my alarm clocked shouted. I sat up suddenly and heard Gabriel's voice shouting through the speaker of my alarm. I sighed and tried to shut it off but his voice continued in a broadcasting voice.

“it's a beautiful day in Kansas with 80% chance of a vengeful spirit flying around, but don't worry the Winchesters are on the case... I'm your host T Rickster”

I sighed and ripped the corde out and tossed the alarm clock to the side. I sighed finally getting some quiet.

“that's not very nice Sweetheart” I jumped at the suddenness of his voice. I looked and he was leaning against the was of my room. I rolled my eyes and got out of bed. I opened the door of my room.

“if you don't mind” he rolled his eyes with a smirk and with a snap of his fingers he was gone.

This happened for months. I woke up to the sound of his voice everyday. And everyday turned into him coming to the bunker to heal whatever scratches or bumps I got from a hunt.

As the months went on we got closer. He always knew how to make me laugh or smile. I also noticed how pretty his wisky colored eyes were and how adorable his smile was. But the harder I fell for him the scared I got.

Then one drunk night I got something I never knew how badly I really needed it. Once his lips met mine it felt too good to be true... I guess it was. He started to distance himself for me. Is voice wasn't heard every morning and it slowly turned to maybe three days a week.

It hurt... I guess it wasn't all his fault do to the fact I was scared to tell him how I felt. Scared of what my brothers would do if they ever found out. After about a week of mopping(as Dean would put it) I admit it to Sam. I knew I could trust him and he didn't get angry like I knew Dean would.

“we can't help who we fall in love with” he told me.

After a particularly hard hunt I ignored my brother's worries and went to my room. As soon as my door closed I let out a sob. Everything seemed to be hitting me all at once. Every possible negative outcome happened tonight. I felt broken and tired, I felt even more pain when I realized Gabe didn't show up like he usually dose.

Dispite the pain I fell backwards on my bed and chocked down a sob. Feeling the acke in my back a rolled over to my side. As I moved I was face to face with Gabe's leather jacket that was just carelessly crumbled on a chair near my bed. It was right where he left it... Right before he started distaning himself from me.

I winced as I got up and wrapped myself in the jacket. The smell of his colone and what ever candy he ate invaded the my sences the closer I pulled the piece of clothing closer. I crawled back into bed trying to get some rest.

“you look like shit” a all too familiar voice said destroying the quiet. I quickly set up and saw gabe leaning against the wall with his head down.

“thanks” I grumbled and slowly set up. He sighed and walked up to me. He raised his hand getting ready to heal me. I slapped his hand away before he could.

Gabe gave me a sorrowful look and pulled his hand away. I looked down not wanting to meet his sad look. “I'm sorry” he said just above a whisper.

I scoffed then looked up at him. “What did I do wrong?” I asked him as tears pricked my eyes. He tilted his head like he didn't know what I was talking about. “you were my friend... Then you just disappeared... Was that kiss so awful?”

“What? No! No... T-that's...” he scoffed and shook his head as he became lost for words. “it's just... I'm not right for you... You need to start over and find someone who will treat you the way you deserve” he said quietly.

I gulped thinking of all the pros and cons of what I was about to say. I thought of the negative out come of it, but it's now or never I guess. “I gotta say, I'm not doing so great. I keep trying to start over, but I can't get anywhere because I'm lost”

He looked up at me and gave me a soft look as I continued. “I'm lost without you... Everyday I woke up to your voice and everyday I fell deeper and deeper for you” I said feeling my chest tighten.

Gabe gently pulled me into his arms. I was engulfed into the smell and touch I missed so much. I finally let the tears fall as hid my face in his chest. “I'm so sorry” he mumbled and kissed the top of my head as he held me closer.

“I love you... And it scares me” he confessed. I looked up at him with watery doe eyes. He softly smiled and placed his warm hand on my cheek. “but I don't plan on giving you up again”

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my lips. It wasn't like our first drunken one. It was softer and longer. It felt like it was supposed to be our first. It felt like forever was in our favor.

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[dragjunkie23]

Earth Angel

Request: Sam Winchester Fluff where an angel falls in love with him

Humans and angels have a complicated history. Some instances we were allies, while others, they turned their backs on us. Never in my centuries of living, though, have I witnessed an angel truly fall in love with a human, and never in my time did I think I would be one of them.

My brother Castiel fell for Dean Winchester, though he cannot bring himself to admit it. As for me, well, I was in love with the younger Winchester.

Sam.

I don’t know how it happened, but his soul and good heart is what drew me to him. Sure, he’s made some rather…interesting errors, but he did all of that in the name of love, whether it be for his brother or for humanity.

Our love wasn’t exactly forbidden, but it wasn’t encouraged either. We were at a weird point in time, though, so I don’t think the rules apply as much anymore.

_______________________

I healed up Sam’s right arm. His latest hunt caused him to get a giant cut thanks to a sword. He was lucky that it didn’t break off.

“You need to stop tempting fate,” I scolded, “You are a strong hunter…but you are still human.”

“I wasn’t expecting the sword when confronting the vengeful spirit,” he said, “So…not like I had much of a choice.”

“You’re lucky I got you and your brother out of there before it got worse.”

When the cut was finally healed, I laid down in bed with him, laying on his chest as he took me into his arms. “I worry about you, Sam. I wish you and your dear brother would take a step back and ask for help.”

“Help? Y/N…so many people want us dead…I don’t know who to trust anymore…”

“You trust me though, right?”

Sam took a pause for a second, almost like he was trying to figure out what to say next. “I do…it’s just…lately, I feel like you’ve given up so much and…you’re still an angel and I’m a human. I just…I’m worried about what they may do to you if you keep helping us.”

I gave a little smile, cupping his cheek with one hand. “If you think you’re a burden, I can tell you right now that is so far from the truth. You are not a burden. Neither is Dean, and I’m not just saying that because I love you. I’m saying it because this was bound to happen, with or without you and Dean. This fight among my brothers and sisters…it’s been cooking up for centuries. It was only a matter of time before it would explode.”

I shifted myself so I could lay my head on his chest, tracing his stomach with my fingers. “If anything, I would think myself and Castiel would’ve been the burden…this is our fight with our family, yet you and your brother get caught up in this nonsense.”

“That’s on your brother, Lucifer,” he said, “He dragged us through this and keeps pulling us back.”

I nodded. “So…don’t feel like you’re a burden. I love you, and I do not like seeing you beat yourself up over things that are not within any human’s control.”

Sam shifted a bit, kissing me on the head while getting himself comfortable. “I love you, too, my angel.”

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[nikkisheep]

A Christmas Surprise

Dean Winchester x Angel!reader

Warnings: FLUFF, reader has a crush on Dean, Christmas fluff, too many pies for a single man, READER IS AN ANGEL, Castiel and the reader does not know how to bake, a kiss, all angels are siblings

Summary: While the boys are out on a hunt, you decide with the help of your favorite angel to make Christmas happen in the Bunker.

*Merry Christmas readers*

The bunker was quiet without the two hunters roaming the halls. Instead, it was just you and your favorite angel. The two of you wanted to give the boys something to look forward to when they got home. It was also a way for you to finally tell Dean how you felt. You could not do that unless you had a few pies to hide behind.

With the help of a fellow angel, it shouldn't be that hard. Boy were you wrong.

---

"So I believe we add the flour to the bowl," You say as you do so.

"Pour 1/2 cup of water and stir for three minutes without letting sitting," Cas said.

You looked at him funny but did as he said.

"Wait, how do we know if it's been three minutes?"

"I will count," Castiel said as he began counting out loud.

You stood from your seat and stirred the batter for three minutes without sitting.

Flour was everywhere somehow. You don't know how it got in your hair and all over Cas but it did. But then you remembered Cas messing up on his counting and you threw a handful of flour at him which resulted in a flour war.

The two of you laughed and started to be serious again.

Once the flour had been rolled into the crusts, you begin placing everything together.

"Wait, Dean likes his apples fresh," You said. You snapped your fingers and disappeared. You then reappeared with a basket of apples from the local orchard.

"Dean will like the fresh apples I got," You said hopefully.

"Why must you be so perfect with everything?"

"Because, dear brother, I am an angel and you need to stop being a butthead."

"I'm being a butthead? How about you with your fresh apples?" He said before throwing one at you. This resulted in another war of food throwing.

The two of you started to mix everything together once you guys called truce and you placed the pies in the oven. You looked at the pretty dessert and smiled at your handiwork.

"Now to make the Christmas tree."

---

You and the angel appeared in the tree farm with a lot of Christmas trees. The two of you looked around for the perfect tree, which the two of you did find. It was 6 feet and was covered with snow. You brought it back to the bunker, where you started to decorate it with some decorations you had bought.

The pies were done so they were placed on the counter to cool as you argued with Castiel over which decoration goes at the top.

"I want the star," You yell at the tall angel.

"Well I want the angel at the top."

"I don't care what you want, I want the star."

"No, it will be the angel."

"Brother, let me have the star or I will stab you with an angel blade," You threaten. You were younger than him but he still looked at you with a bit of fear.

He gave you the star and you smiled with content. You placed it gently on top of the tree and you let out a cheer.

"We need presents."

---

You set off to the store to get presents. For Sam, you found a very nice amount of books that you knew he would love. You also got him some fruit because you knew he liked to be healthy.

For Dean, you looked in 15 different stores before you found what you wanted. You got him a brand new gun case, which you carved the proper symbols to keep monsters out of it, and you got him more cassette tapes for Baby. Which you even got him some stuff for Baby so that he can keep taking care of her nicely.

Cas got Dean a bunch of horror movies and he got Sam a set of hair products because he liked how Sam's hair was always nice.

"Hair stuff?" You asked.

"What? I like his hair."

"No you like the smell it brings after he is done in the shower."

"Well it's not my fault that all Dean eats is bacon and eggs."

The two of you wrapped everything up in some pretty red wrapping paper and set it under the tree. You weren't sure when the boys were going to be home but you were happy with everything until you realized that you needed Christmas lights everywhere in the bunker.

You and Cas ran around with hoards of Christmas lights to light up every part. You even put some on the bathroom walls. You placed them everywhere. In Dean's room, in Sam's room, in your room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the railing of the stairs, and even the war room.

After all of the running around and getting everything ready, you got dressed in a silly little elf costume because you heard that people do that.

---

Since you had only been with the brothers for a little over five years, you were trying to get used to everything here on Earth. Heaven was very much different. See you were supposed to bring Castiel back to Heaven to be with the angels because they thought he was going soft but then you met Dean Winchester. You saw how much Castiel cared for the boys and you started to realize that your place was with your brother.

You had grown feelings over time for Dean but you knew that he would never take an interest in you because you were an angel and Castiel's sister of all things. But you knew that you had to do something about these human emotions so you were going to tell Dean how you felt about him.

---

The boys came home and were confused by all of the lights. Dean though, he smelt pie so he ran to the kitchen where he found you in an apron cutting the pies into pieces. To his surprise, there were more than thirty pies in that kitchen.

"Hey sweetheart, what's with the pies huh?" He asked.

"I made these for you. Cas helped out a bit."

"Why are there so many?"

"Because we were baking and Cas messed up his counting so we made too much so we just made all of these. Also a lot of these were trial runs." You shrugged as if it was normal to have thirty pies around you.

He smiled and Sam hollered for him to come to the library for a moment. You smiled because you knew he found the tree.

"What the?" Sam said.

"I made us a tree. Do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it so much I could kiss you," Dean exclaimed.

Your heart started to beat faster and you knew that Castiel could tell.

---

After all of the gift sharing and unwrapping, you all headed to the kitchen but Dean stopped you.

"Thank you for all of this." He said.

"Your welcome, Dean."

"I know that you don't understand all of this because you are an angel and you guys don't understand this kind of stuff but I really am glad you did this," Dean said softly, looking at you with great fondness.

"I know that it is special to you humans to celebrate Christmas."

"Hey, guys look above you!" Sam called out.

Above the two of you was a mistletoe that you hadn't placed there. You glanced at Cas but all he did was shrug.

"I guess we have to kiss," Dean said, looking down at your lips.

"I guess we do. But first I have to tell you that I like yo-" Dean cut you off with the most breathtaking kiss you ever had. In fact, it was your first kiss ever. His lips moved against yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Guys, I want to eat!" Cas yelled.

The two of you parted and walked to the kitchen after a brief moment of looking at each other.

"Alright, who wants pie?" You asked as Dean wrapped his arms around your waist.

"I do!" And everyone knew whose mouth that came from.

"Merry Christmas everyone!" We all said at the same time before digging into the pies.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #supernatural fluff #supernatural x reader #dean winchester x female reader #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester x angel reader #christmas in the bunker #supernatural x angel reader #castiel #team free will #mistletoe kiss

[povcastiel]

The Devil in The Details

[ I truly never thought I’d find the time or brain power to get this finished, but here we are. I cannot express this enough—THANK YOU! To all the people who adored my first Castiel fic, this is dedicated to you! ]

Part Two of I’m No Angel

Synopsis | Castiel has found his purpose, or so he’s found the motivation to redeem himself. You spend some time apart, making amends of your own. The Winchester’s ultimately fling you back into chaos and it’s up to your Angel to prove his devotion.

Tags | Supernatural, Castiel, F!Reader, Human!Reader/Angel, Romance, Castiel rescues reader in the midst of her demise, Sweet ending!

Warnings | Angst, Angst, Angst, Violence, Guilt, Abandonment, Sexual Content, Dean’s kind of an ass to the reader, etc.

Word Count | 4.8k

Rating | R, Mature Audiences MDNI

“Can’t you just…” He searches for the right word, “Heal her?” Dean finally questions, as if that answer is already obvious. The halls of the hospital are bare this time of night. Leaving Castiel alone with his thoughts, full of concern for you and guilt over not having done more. His brows are knitted together in such deep concentration, that when he turns to his friend, he almost appears angry. “I am limited, what I have isn’t enough to heal the extent of her injuries.” He explains, voice grave and deep within his throat. Dean is unsatisfied, turning away in silent frustration.

The hunter eventually spins back around, ready to unload a lecture on the Angel, but instead Castiel has vanished and Sam has rounded the corner with two small cups of coffee. His brother’s face softens. Though Sam remains confused. Slowly, he hands the styrofoam cup full of hot liquid to him. Something to keep them awake and alert. Dean mumbles a quick ‘thanks,’ before crossing the short distance to the chairs along the wall.

“Where is Cas?” Sam speaks first. “I don’t know.” Dean’s response being the usual. By his tone, he clearly is not in the mood to discuss it. Sam’s eyebrows raise momentarily, feeling as if he’d missed something, but he decides not to push his sibling any further.

The blinds that are drawn and closed to your room conceal the scene of Castiel at the side of your bed. He listened to the incessant beeping of the monitor, keeping track of your heartbeat and vitals. He stood there for quite some time, taking the time to commit every detail to memory. You looked so peaceful in your state of unconsciousness and despite your harrowing appearance, he is relieved to see you without any pain. He takes another step closer and reaches for your limp hand. Fingers laying so delicately against the white blanket that covers your legs and torso. His fingertips ghost the back of your hand as your eyelashes are fluttering against your cheeks. Quickly, his hand falls back to his side and just as you manage to lift your heavy lids. Your vision blurred and swimming of colors and light. Though you can make out his figure once he is within view. Your sight slowly returns. His raven hair is disheveled, features so distinctly pensive, and wearing the same coat which he had wrapped you in.

He slowly leans over you, examining you so carefully and closely. You’re wondering why your heartbeat stays so steady on the monitor when it seems it may burst in its cage. He is so close you can’t help but look at him. Your head tilts back into your pillow, lips parting, as if you could be offering yourself to him. His hand grips onto the bed railing, and to your disappointment, he corrects his posture. “You need rest.” He finally decides after his intense observation.

“Will you stay?” You manage with a hoarse voice.

His expression softens, blue eyes full of adornment. This you knew all too well, it was reserved for you. Were you blushing? He tilts his head in consideration, but the door suddenly pushes open and shatters your dreams. Castiel is startled and steps back, as if you’d both been caught smacking lips. The intruder clearly had interrupted an intimate moment. The display slides back on its wheels. It is evident he wasn’t anywhere near the rolling medical equipment. Only you could know his wings were to blame. This makes you suppress a giggle, which was easier than normal considering the pain you were in.

The Winchester’s stand beyond your bed. Dean and Cas share tense glares. “Already fighting I see…” You utter from your sore throat, eyes squeezing closed with a sudden cough.

Their bitterness is set aside for the time being. Everyone’s attention shifts to you. “How you feelin’?” Sam asks first, with the kindest intentions. Always the one to check on you - aside from Cas of course. You don’t have a moment to answer. “We are going to find that son of a bitch and gank him.” Dean promises and Sam glances at him questionably, but ultimately seems to feed into that plan. “We’ll find him. As soon as you’re strong enough-”

“No.” Castiel interjects. Dean is bemused. “What do you mean ‘no’?” You suddenly feel the suffocation of the dominance in the room. Your eyes looking between the two of them.

“She was nearly killed tonight. She can help in some other way.” This surprises you to hear. Cas had never spoken on your behalf, nor had displayed such concern, at least not to Sam and Dean. Especially when it came to the bigger picture, he always believed in making those sacrifices. He scoffs at the Angel. “Apparently you’ve been missing the whole point of this. We need her!” His finger pointing toward you. “So we can end this mess.” He gestures out with his hands before they slap down against his jeans. He comes face to face with the Angel. They are so close you swear their noses will touch at any moment. Castiel’s nostrils flare, lips pressed into a hard line.

Silence ensues and you feel as if you don’t exist, they didn’t even know… you’d already made up your mind.

Your body wakes naturally from the peaceful sleep that subdued you. The best sleep you’ve had in months. Much to your disappointment, Castiel has disappeared. A sinking feeling settles in your chest, as your eyes begin to search the room for any sign of him. Slowly you push yourself up, memories slowly flooding back of the night you spent in his arms. Your fingertips ghost over the areas his lips had been, recalling the bliss. How you wished it to never end.

Eventually, you pull yourself from your daydreaming and stand from the bed. You wrap yourself in a robe and decide to wander downstairs. You’re still hopeful to find Cas. You’re still floating on dreams and clouds, clinging onto every last bit of him. Which is why it crushes you when your house is solemnly empty. You glance over the table, at the mess from the previous night, before sinking down onto the couch. You clutch the fabric of your robe higher around your neck, hugging yourself in the process. Quietly you sit a while with your eyes closed. Of course you expected this, but you weren’t prepared for his departure to be so soon. You sulk in the aftermath of his absence, letting the reality of it sink it. Allowing yourself to believe that the problem still resided with you. That you weren’t capable of good, of nurturing. You were only good at running people away, ruining everything you touched.

Just as you continue to feel sorry for yourself, you notice a sheet of paper tucked beneath the cup of tea you made for him. Slowly you inch forward and lift the mug, pulling the note from under it. It was from Castiel.

‘By the time you find this, I will be gone. Forever I am indebted to you. You’ve changed me. You’ve allowed me to see this world differently. Because of that, I have to figure out where I belong. I have to set things right. Please set things right with Dean.

I’m always with you.

Castiel’

You wanted nothing more than to avoid the situation, much like you had the last few months. Which, all things considered, had been going swimmingly for you. That was until Castiel stumbled back into your life. You couldn’t even bother to stay angry with him, knowing well enough that making amends was your only way to heal and move on from the past. Reluctantly, you removed yourself from the couch and proceeded back to your bedroom to freshen up. You showered, pulled your hair up, and kept your attire casual.

The air nipped at your skin, the callings of fall beckoning in the wind. You noticed, more than ever, the way the leaves had begun to change their color. Their new shades, before dying off their branches, felt all that more significant in that moment.

Silently you slipped behind the wheel and started the engine. You pulled your seat belt snug across your lap, clicking it into place. With a hand on the steering and the other on the shift, you laid your head back against the headrest. A quiet breath escaped you, before ultimately making the decision to move forward. Thankfully, the scenic drive through Lebanon’s back roads was a nice bit of therapy for your hectic mind. What would you say to Dean? Would they be mad at you? You turned over endless possibilities, your anxiety ever increasing within the confines of the vehicle. Somewhere, in the midst of all your overthinking, you couldn’t help but recall simpler times. When your love for Castiel was merely a crush and the Winchester’s had been the brothers you never had.

You could visibly see the room you claimed. A ridiculous amount of books piled beside your bed. Occasionally stealing Dean’s set of music to blast through any lonely night. But you also could vividly see Cas in the darkness of your room. In all his heavenly glory, just as you prayed for him. He answered every time. Dean nor Sam knew of how it became a habit for him to lull you back to sleep from a nightmare. How he promised to destroy wretched demons in your honor and protect you with his life. It was his bravery, his tender heart that kept you sane. It was him, centered in the chaos, that grounded you and offered you your last shred of hope.

The bunker had finally come within view. Fear seized you once again, as your foot pressed slowly against the brake pedal. The car rolled to a stop before the door, the Impala aligned with you. You turned and removed the key, promptly stepping out onto the damp dirt. Your eyes looked over the building you never thought you’d see again, a sense of dread filled your lungs with your next breath. Even still, you forced yourself forward to the door.

You hadn’t expected the surprised look on Dean’s face, not even the strong hug that he suffocated you with. Like the sister he never wanted. His musk was familiar and, to your relief, comforting in your wake of abandonment. You soaked in the silent apologies, the warmth of his presence, and the easiness of acceptance from him. You’d known him to be stubborn, to lash out, but his promises always remained kept.

When you did finally pull away, you managed another hug for Sam. He smiled weakly at you, eyes wrinkling at the edges. It is only then that you notice how you all have come to age. How easily time slipped by. They failed to mention that the world passes quickly whether you’re having fun or not.

“I saw Cas…” You confess, this time you are facing Dean.

His eyes flicker to the floor, swallowing thickly in response. Slowly, he lifts his gaze to meet your own. Green eyes boring into yours, he isn’t ready to forgive and certainly isn’t willing to explain either. And it is this that you are unwilling to accept, to allow even.

“Dean, he needs help.” You sigh, “Our help.” You clarify with more firmness in your statement.

“Is that why you came here?”

“Dean…” Sam tries, but his brother is quick to shut him down. In fact, he doesn’t even acknowledge him, as he steps closer to you. His frame towers your own, but you aren’t one to back down, especially not from him.

“We’ve all made mistakes, but he is still your friend, your family!” You exclaim, as if something about your tone and blurred vision would bring him to his senses. Would make him think rationally about a suffering friend.

“You know what…” Dean breathes, head hanging briefly. “First it was you.” That part stings. “And I could accept that, I understood why you walked away. Hell, I hoped you’d find some peace out there. But Cas… He was our last shot and he left.” The words are bitter on his tongue, and even more foul from a man who had been betrayed. “Someone has to do the work.”

You stand between the two men, torn between guilt and loyalty. If last night was any constellation, your bond to Castiel had become stronger. More than ever you were desperate to heal this divide, to close the chapter and begin again. And yet, endlessly you seemed to go in circles with the Winchester’s and your beloved Angel. The silence is enough to break you. It is enough to push you toward impulsive decisions and ones that Castiel would disapprove of, but you were doing this for him. For the sake of humanity, which is where you stood - at the very center of it all.

“I know that I hurt you, Dean.” You admit, shakily at best. “But don’t punish him for something I caused.” Your voice barely above a whisper. The tension seems to evaporate with your truth, instead it was replaced by pain. He doesn’t dare to face that, not yet, which is why he doesn’t utter a word to you. “Let’s end this.”

You’re reminded of those dreadful four walls. The screams you emitted still haunted you at night, echoing endlessly in the chamber that was your mind. It terrifies you—the prospect of facing him again. You find yourself even more frightened by the possibility of failing and dooming those you loved the most, once and for all. While Dean failed to make any sort of reassurances in the moment, Sam was a gentle touch on your shoulder. Another kind smile. He too wanted things to resume as before, but even you were aware that would never be possible. Regardless, sparing them from seemingly written fate was the least you could do after walking away at such a dire time.

“You ready?” Dean asks the two of you.

He’s created his own variation of a ritual, old as time, to summon Alastair. Lit candles, scattered books, and a sigil.

Sam answers for the both of you, “Yeah.” He exhales, what you could only assume was nervousness.

The words are quiet at first, Dean’s Latin is practiced and more annunciated over the years. His gruff voice grows louder when the room begins to rumble beneath your feet. The empty warehouse may have met its match and you’re sure of it, the longer the earth shakes. You take a step back, the burning flames growing higher on each candle. Their wax burns faster and spills over the sides. When the demon does appear, it paralyzes you. Frozen in time, as his blackened eyes land upon you first. He smiles like a serpent, and death feels imminent under his gaze.

“Sam now!” Dean yells at the first opportunity.

You’d come to the revelation that this plan, however calculated, was not going to pan out. In fact, you saw it even before Sam lunged toward Alastair. Though he was a facade, a means to distract. It isn’t enough for an entity so powerful and you would know. Having felt his wrath one too many times.

Your presence alone was all they needed. The perfect bait. But it’s obvious now you should have isolated the encounter to you and the demon. The clock is ticking and your friend’s demise is too close for comfort. You’re not prepared to lose either of them. Alastair had condemned you once for such emotions. Your biggest weakness. The main reason you couldn’t fulfill your purpose in this world, whether that was good or evil.

Throwing all caution to the wind, you find yourself face to face with the enemy. He gives a toothy grin in response to your hardened eyes and planted feet.

“Sweet little thing…” He purrs and it’s vile.

“I’ve missed you.”

He moves forward, having left Dean and Sam indisposed for the moment. Your only means for protection was a small glass bottle of Holy water, only tucked away when Dean had handed it off to you for safe keeping. You twist the cap by the pad of your thumb, stuffed into the pocket of your jacket. Your feet keep steady, moving backwards. Your boot knocks a loose chain back against the floor. It scrapes loudly, while you’re ripping the bottle out.

You fling its contents, aiming for his face when he’s close enough. An inhuman growl rattles in his throat. You don’t waste time, eyes searching for the knife Dean had in his disposal.

The blade shines, calling to you. It rests beyond you, centered from the three of you. The handle lay across one line of the sigil that was drawn. You scramble for the weapon, but Alastair has caught you at the last second. Fingers hooking over the collar of your jacket. You kick the blade toward Dean just as he’s dragging you back.

“You little bitch.” He hisses in disapproval of your retaliation to him. Your head spins when he whips you around to face him. You stumble at every step, which he forces until you’re bent back toward a stack of broken and rotten pallets. His hand closes around the expanse of your throat. By his strength, you’re pinned in your place and struggling with prying fingers and scratching nails.

The demon rips the front of your shirt. Your chest is exposed, the beating of your heart doesn’t go unnoticed. He’s intent on devouring it first, as soon as he finishes carving it from you.

Through your thin line of vision you catch the sight of Dean. The blade wrapped in his fist. It’s your turn to smile, wickedly so.

“Don’t fuck with my friends.”

The blade stabbed clean into his back. A flicker falters in his vision, his hold on you loosening in the process. You’re standing still, awaiting him to collapse altogether.

You and the hunter are both left bewildered when Alastair seems to recover. An impossibility, or so you thought.

He doesn’t fool with the blade lodged in his back. Promptly throwing you to the ground, he turns his attention onto Dean.

“No!” You scream openly with tired lungs.

Without the energy to stand, to help your friend—you’re left to your only device.

A simple prayer. A calling to anyone who would listen.

Separated and left in peril, you and Sam tensely watch Dean take another beating. Tears prick your eyes, lips trembling. You’re fighting against every weak bone to stand, to get him. Even if it meant your life.

With your head hung and defeated, Castiel appears in the midst of anguish. The wind of angelic wings brushes your hair back, leaving your eyes shooting up to discover him. He crouches to reach your level, propped on one elbow. Gently he brushes his warm hand against your swollen cheek. He doesn’t speak, he doesn’t need to. His eyes speak a million promises.

His trench coat sways effortlessly in his movements. With the power of Heaven and his restored Grace, Alastair has met his match.

You should have known better than to think his touch was solely out of affection. It must be why you couldn’t hold your eyes open, why the world was fading away, the violence ceasing.

Perhaps the large pile of blankets were partly to blame, but the bunker had been so unbearably cold the last few days. Yet another pair of pajamas were soiled. Torn from your sleep and sitting up into the cool air of your bedroom, the figure at the edge of the bed is all the more reason to send your heart pounding in your ears again. “Damn it, Cas…” You breathe a sigh of relief and he’s amused to hear you sound so much like Dean in that instance. He’s grown used to the response, which is why he doesn’t hesitate to move forward.

“Another nightmare?” Castiel assumes with worrisome certainty.

“Yeah… I suppose I don’t realize I’m calling for you.” You blush, embarrassed to say the least, but he isn’t too adept to take notice. “I’m sorry.” You mutter.

“What for?” He’s genuinely confused. “I told you I would answer.” He says gently, though in his tone it’s almost condescending. You forgive him for that.

“Can you make it stop?” You ask, hesitant to pose such a request.

The Angel’s hardened expression smoothens. He moves to sit at the edge of your bed. You’re taken back, leaning away instinctively. You know it’s silly, but you’re worried about how sweaty your forehead may be, but he doesn’t touch you there. The warmth of his fingers, delicate and calming, slid across your cheek. They glide to your neck, over your pulse.

“I won’t leave.” He promises. “I’ll watch over you.” He insists and you have no choice but to accept it. Though you wouldn’t have thought to reject him.

Not ever.

Somewhere between conscious and a state of blissful dreams is when you awaken. Between the time Castiel has finished scolding Sam and Dean, and has closed the door to a bedroom that has since collected dust in your absence. You groggily open heavy lids to see his unpleasant expression, like a father with a troubled child. “Cas?” You manage from within your exhaustion and the hazed effect he placed over you. He approaches the bed without pause and touches you with urgency. “How are you feeling?” He asks deeply in his throat, almost as if he’s forcing his voice to reach that low of an octave.

“I’ve been better.” You grumble, while trying to move yourself away from the propped pile of pillows behind you. Castiel forces you back.

“What were you thinking?” He asks, demanding an answer with raging blue orbs. His frame hovers over you, pinned against the sheets. You’re stunned at his chosen manner to handle the situation and you were far away from wanting to argue.

“You could’ve been killed!” He growls, still holding you firmly into place.

Briefly, your eyes widen and in seconds you’re scowling at him. The man you desperately, pathetically even, had loved.

“You were the one who told me to fix things!” You counter.

“Well..” He pauses, with careful consideration. He backtracks, “That’s not what I meant.” He returns bluntly.

You are glaring up at him now and twisting to break free, but this version of Castiel is one you are unable to overpower. You despise him this way. How he still manages to conjure up those same desires, the ones you felt while being tangled in your sheets with him. The feelings you harbored back in that god forsaken hospital bed, hoping he would find the courage to kiss you. It is all the same now, burning and raging between the two of you.

“I was afraid I lost you.” He relents, breathing out heavily through his nostrils.You accept this form of apology, it was all he had.

You cup his face with one hand. “I’m right here.”

You watch the tension drain from him, fall from his shoulders even and it takes all he has not to melt into you. You help him with that part, pulling him closer and wantonly. The hand that isn’t against his cheek, rests just at the top of his back. Eagerly you welcome his lips to yours.

It’s so long overdue that it’s leaving you dizzy before you’ve even begun. Castiel obliges and it’s bruising in return. You gasp and it’s swallowed by his kiss.

He’s still the one to pull away and with concern.

“What about Dean and Sam?” He questions. Only he would be worried of being caught in the act. You, on the other hand, were entirely enticed by the idea.

“Oh, shut up and kiss me.”

You find purchase on the lapels of his trenchcoat, dragging him over you. Your patience is lacking and that’s evident in the way your fingers work at his tie. Once undone, your work on the buttons of his dress shirt. His recognizable coat is left on the floor beside you. You continue to help him, knowing you won’t have much time to spare. His belt is undone, pants unzipped. You free his cock with your hand, fisting him.

The newly restored Angel gives you a sinful groan. You snicker with pride before warning him, “Be quiet. They’ll hear you.” You whisper. His eyes widen and you’re worried he may be too timid to continue.

Your ministrations keep him right where he needs to be, just as you urge him to take your jeans off. His touch isn’t as gentle as you remember. You watch him yank the denim and your panties down your thighs first, over your knees, and then clean off. He pushes them aside on the bed and settles between your legs, that so easily fall open for him. Like a Holy invitation.

He takes it upon himself to align his head at your entrance. His blue eyes search yours for permission. Your legs hook around his clothed hips. “Go ahead, baby.” You speak airy and light. It leaves him shuddering in his place, and again when he sinks into you.

You whine uncontrollably. When he rocks forward, you do your best to stifle the noises that rise in your throat. The stretch of him is just as delicious as it had been the first time and you would assume he agrees by the look on his handsome face. You admire him, lovingly holding him to you. Both of you half clothed and ravenous for each other. You kiss him, heavily, in a bid to keep your noises down. He only moves faster, his hips meeting yours over and over.

“F-fuck…” You stammer.

“You feel even better. How is that possible?” He grunts against your ear. You know that question is expecting an answer. You don’t have one.

“Cas…” You pant. “Please don’t stop.” You beg him.

“Don’t worry.” He speaks your name and the way it leaves his tongue is what makes your walls clench around him. “I want to hear you make all the noises you made before.” He means that.

You weren’t sure if it was his Grace or the time that had passed, but his newfound confidence was driving you closer to your release. Which would have been reached sooner had it not been for the sudden rap at the door. There wasn’t any need for it, but Cas’s hand smashes against your mouth. You breathe in through your nose.

“Everything alright in there?” The older Winchester asks from the other side.

His movements pause and that is what ultimately makes you whimper. His hold tightens.

“Fine!” Cas states, laced with annoyance.

If it wasn’t for your current position, you would have giggled.

“We are… conversing…” Cas explains awkwardly and unnecessarily. You can only imagine the eye roll Dean’s given. “Yeah well, we are ordering take-out. So… snooze you lose!” With that, Dean retreats away from the door and back down the hall.

Once Castiel is certain you are in the clear, he removes his hand from your mouth. “No more stalling, please…” You complain, pushing your hips into his. He doesn’t leave you waiting and resumes, reaching his original pace. Your fingers press against his back, spreading across the fabric of his dress shirt.

“That’s it…” You encourage him. “That’s so good, my Angel.” You praise him, your eyes half way rolling back into your head. Your mouth falls open, while he perfectly moves how you need him most. Without much thought left, you’re whining and making all sorts of sounds. Just how he wanted. And as quickly as you fall, Castiel does the same.

He collapses against you and you hold him tightly against your warmed skin. Your legs fall loosely around him, one hand holding the back of his head. You’d never felt so serene. So safe.

“Cas.” Is finally what you utter after catching your breath.

He lifts his head to give you his fullest attention. He recovers faster than before. His hair is just as messy as you remember, only this time it is your fault. Nonetheless, he’s looking at you in that way that makes your knees like jelly. At least you were lying beneath him.

You're overcome with emotion. “When I prayed…” You start off weakly. “I didn’t know what had happened to you. If you were even-” You stop yourself from finishing that thought. “I suppose, a part of me knew to pray for you.”

His reserved expression makes its appearance, just for you. Once again, he doesn’t have to utter those words you would like to hear. But he does say something you knew had always been true.

“And now you know…”

You tilted your head, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking.

“I will always answer.”

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i was wondering if you could take my requets? castiel with an insecure plus size reader and cas wants to heal her after a hunt but she wont let him lift her shirt up to see her stomach wound cuz shes scared he will laugh or get disgusted by her stomach? please and thank you.

I love Castiel… he’s one of my personal favorites of SPN :) I love this idea. I’m a little plus size myself so ❤️❤️❤️❤️ beautiful. I hope you like this!

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“Fire of an unknown originnnnn!”

“Dean. Seriously. I can’t concentrate.” Sam huffed at his ecstatic brother who drummed his fingers to the beat of the music against the metal steering wheel. I looked over at Sam from the backseat of the Impala. He was in the front seat next to Dean, retracing the tiny writing in his dads journal with his abnormally large finger.

It was easy to see the concentrated look of focus on his bronze colored face. His eyebrows were furrowed and his face was almost in a scowl. As he would occasionally glare over at Dean. I too, would be a little annoyed if I was him. Focusing would be hard to do when music is being blasted and the cars going double the speed limit.

Dean on the other hand, didn’t bother to respond to him, instead he opted out for head banging and occasional lip syncing. Which it was not unusual for Dean to be so energized and hyper after a hunt, especially when it was a good hunt.

Well… good for them.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against the cool glass of the backseat window. Trying to ignore the dull and aching pain on my abdomen. I could practically feel the pulsing of my wound all the way up to my teeth. Instead, I tried imagining the coolness of the window spreading from my forehead down to my face, bringing me a little comfort.

Why did it have to be the stomach… out of all the possible limbs the human body has, of course it had to be my stomach that got injured. It couldn’t have been the arm, or the leg, hell… listening to Dean blast his rock music for two hours straight I wouldn’t even mind a head injury at this point. Anything but the stomach.

But of course with my luck, I had been two seconds too late with the werewolf that had just managed to swipe its claws against my stomach before Sam shot it. It all happened so fast, not even Sam noticed the blow when it happened. Which I happen to be grateful for, thanks to my incredible acting skills.

But now I was starting to panic. The pain from my wound was beginning to become too much to mask. My blood soaked shirt was being covered by my leather jacket which I am forced to wear now, despite the warm air in the car. I could feel beads of sweat roll off my forehead and down the foggy glass window.

Let’s just say Sam wasn’t the only one having a hard time concentrating. Every minute that passed has seemed to come by slower and slower, even though we should be at the bunker any minute now. Anyways, I sighed in distress, trying to block out the vibrations from Dean’s music and abusive actions to his steering wheel. I am for one, grateful Sam spoke up about his yelling. Last thing I need is a stomach wounds and a headache. However, with the lack of singing, his attention shifted from the music to the rear view mirror.

Crap.

“Hey, you doing alright back there Y/N?”

I heard a voice call from in front of me. I avoided eye contact, and simply nodded. “Just peachy. How long until we get home? I’m starving.” I responded, hoping I sounded convincing enough. I tried not to choke out in pain, but my voice sounded even enough. At least to me, I mean I was partly telling the truth. I was really hungry, maybe I wouldn’t feel so bad once I ate.

“ Me too.” Dean shouted, of course, ignoring my original question. The one I really wanted a response to. But I could notice he was growing skeptical of my condition. I could feel him glancing up at me a few more times through the rear view mirror, with knotted eyebrows, before silently turning the knob to the A/C on. Thank god I thought to myself. I couldn’t tell if the warm wet beads dripping down my stomach were sweat or blood. Although it was probably both.

That was the thing I always appreciated from Dean. He didn’t pry, or push. Just silently accepted your response and did whatever he felt like afterwards. It was Sam you had to worry about. He was typically more maintained, and wasn’t afraid to ask questions. No matter how uncomfortable they may be. It was annoying.

“You sure you feel okay? You look exhausted.”

As on cue, this time it was Sam who spoke. It was kind of hard to hear him over the music though. I looked up to meet his gaze. His dads journal was now closed, resting on his leg and his face was turnt towards me. He looked a bit concerned, his arm was resting against the back of Dean’s seat.

I smiled meekly, nodding once again. “I am exhausted… two hours of Dean’s screeching has that effect. Plus I haven’t eaten since this morning.” I sarcastically added, putting more personality in my response. Praying they would leave well enough alone.

“Well someone isn’t getting a Dean burger tonight.” Dean remarked, with a fake look of hurt on his face. If I wasn’t in so much pain, I would’ve laughed. Instead, I managed a weak smirk. If I didn’t smirk right now I would probably start crying. But it seemed to have worked, both boys took their attentions away from me and towards each other, bickering about what a Dean burger was.

When we finally got to the bunker, I felt as if I had magically conjured a rush of energy in me. The thought and excitement to get to my bathroom and finally be alone to myself had me practically rushing into the door, and flinging myself down the spiral steps. I fought the excruciating ache and sharp pains in my side, and wandered closer to my room.

I could see my bedroom door from down the hall and could practically cry at the sight. I was about to move forward when I felt a hand on me.

“Y/N. You seem to be in distress.”

I felt my head snap back, turning and coming face to face with a certain blue eyed angel.

“H-hi Cas. What are you doing here?”

I shocking choked out. Covering my jacket over my bloody ripped shirt. Cas stood as Cas usually did, still as a stone, with a twisted look of confusion and worry. He really did look like an angel, his hair perfect without a single strand out of place, his skin smooth and soft without a single wrinkle. He was breath taking to look at.

Unlike Sam and Dean who were always looking like they just got out of a bar fight or woke up straight out of bed. Their skin was also, was littered with scars and cuts if you got close enough to look. I mean Dean even has a concerning crooked finger on his right hand. Which I doubt he remembers how he got it. So many fights and hunts, all the injuries just blur together.

This one, however, I will undoubtedly not have an easy time forgetting. This once was painful enough to remember for quite awhile.

“I came to check in on you guys. You just came back from a hunt, I heard it was a werewolf.”

It sounded almost if he was asking, wanting me to tell him how it went. I felt guilty, he was so innocent and sweet I couldn’t just brush him off. But I was in a lot of pain right now and I knew he was not exactly as easy to fool as Sam and Dean. Every second I spent in his presence, the closer and closer he gets to noticing my dilemma.

“Yeah. It was, it was quite manageable. Dean was very unhappy he didn’t get to gank it. He is right behind me, they’ll tell you all about it.”

I quickly rushed, brushing by him and internally screaming from the friction of his arm against my wound. I heard him mumble something but I didn’t give him a chance to explain. A few more paces and I was in my room, shutting the door and locking it.

Finally…

Peace and quiet.

I slowly looked down at my clothes. Silently shrugging off my jacket onto my bed. Looking down, my eyes widen at the sight of my shirt. Sure enough, there was three impressive rips in my shirt. Each were almost perfectly horizontal from each other. However, it was hard to see since it was all soaked in my blood. I winced out in pain, letting a tiny scream escape my lips.

I slowly peeled off the bloody shirt, trying to make it as painless as possible. I stood for a moment, glancing around my room for a place to throw it without staining anything. I rolled my eyes and just threw it on the wood floor, make it another problem for another day.

Hobbling slowly, I went into the bathroom connected to my room. Staring into the mirror, it honestly looked pretty gruesome. Like someone had thrown a bucket of red paint straight onto me.

I opted for a shower, watching all the blood go down the drain and hoped it wouldn’t stain the tub. But once I was out and dry, the gash didn’t look too bad. It was only one big gash in the middle of my tummy, with two red marks, one above and one below the gash.

I focused less on the gash and more on the pudge surrounding it. I wasn’t exactly Barbie, or one of those stick thin girls Dean would flirt with at the bar. I was always a curvy girl as my mom would say. I hated it, wishing I could just cut the pudge right off me. I never asked for this body shape.

I always envied the girls who were tiny and cute, the ones you’d see on TV or in magazines. They were idolized, usually just born that way. With good genes and fast metabolism. I was not in fact, one of those girls. I was usually bigger then some guys, I had height. Which naturally made me tower over some.

I guess that’s why I always sought comfort hanging around Sam and Dean. They were both exceptionally big men who made me feel some sort of the girl I wish I was.

My mom always told me you always want what you don’t have. As annoying as that saying was, it always been proven to by true. A part of me wishes she was here right now to help fix my wound. But she wasn’t, and I was going to have to fix it myself. After all, dwelling about my insecurities wasn’t going to make my gash any better.

I sighed, once I was dried off and decent, I ended up throwing on a black tank top, it was flowy enough to not fully touch my stomach. And if it did, it was black so the blood wouldn’t show.

I just needed to wear something to sneak into the first aid kit in the library. It was the one closest to me and farthest away from everyone else, who are probably in the kitchen right now. No people no questions, I thought. Which would be best for me.

And I seemed to be right, once I got through the hallways and a staircase undetected, I was just mere inches from grabbing the white box. I practically felt victorious in my attempt, up until I heard a familiar voice behind me.

“Y/N. Are you hurt?”

I jumped, clumsily dropping the kit. Watching it crash onto the floor, springing wide open and ejecting all kinds of bandages and gauze onto the floor as well.

“Jesus Cas. What are you doing?” I gasped, alarmed by his accidental sneak attack. Trying not to show anger towards him.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

I stared at him, like deer in the headlights. He looked at me with caution. He tried to redeem himself, bending down and picking up the now, broken kit, and holding it in his arms in front of me.

“You are injured. I was in the kitchen with Sam and Dean when Dean was talking and I noticed there was blood on my cuff and well, me being a celestial being, knew it wasn’t from me. Then I remembered you brushing against me when we were talking an-“

“Yes Cas. I am injured, just a little cut. It’s fine.” I interrupted the Angel, reassuring him from his babbling. I guess there was no point in hiding it now that he caught me red handed.

He had stopped talking, listening to my explanation and then nodded.

“Here, let me help.”

Without thinking, I jerked away from him. Sudden pain jerking up my body from the instinctive movement. He flinched his hand back, unsure why I was reacting the way I did.

“No, no, it’s okay. It’s just a cut.”

I spoke very quietly, my eyes glued to the floor. I couldn’t believe I just did that. All that talk about me not being small, felt funny considering how quickly I started to feel small and intimidated by the quiet stare Castiel was giving me right now.

I could see it on his face, he was confused. Trying to figure out what he did wrong, or maybe what was wrong with me. It was hard to tell, maybe he was thinking both, but he did not move. Just looked sideways at me, trying to figure me out.

“I don’t understand, you…don’t want my help. You don’t trust me?”

He puzzled, asking me as if he was taking an educated guess to my actions. If only it were that simple as not trusting him. I did trust him, more then anything. He was so loyal and happy to help, it was one of the things I loved most about him.

“No. I do trust you, it’s just..”

I felt my voice trail off with no explanation. I couldn’t find words to piece together what I was feeling. I knew exactly how I was feeling. I just didn’t know how to explain it to the clueless blue eyed Angel in front of me. Like I previously said, he was innocent, and sweet.

Cas was also extremely beautiful. How would he even begin to understand the struggles I have with myself if he has never had to personally go through them himself. He would probably just think I am stupid.

Also, me saying it out loud was like confirming it to myself. I would have to admit I was insecure, and that I was chubby. As much as I tried to be confident as Dean, or open minded as Sam, I just never could gain enough of either, I wasn’t confident or open minded, not like them.

“Are you…sad?”

I looked up to Cas, who looked remorseful. Like he was genuinely just trying his best to understand me. He didn’t seem judge mental, just curious. But you never know how quick tables can turn in situations like this. I felt anxiety rise in my chest and my adrenaline pump through my veins.

“No, I just. I don’t like people seeing me.”

I hoped that was good enough for him to understand without going into too much depth. It took him a minute, he sat there comprehensively taking in the many ways I could’ve meant that. I felt myself shadow my stomach with my arms, feeling very uncomfortable with my exposure.

“Why not? You are hurt. Don’t you want to feel better?”

He had set the broken kit aside, and focusing on our current and rather embarrassing conversation. I could just throttle myself right now, suddenly wishing I’d just sat on my bathroom floor and bled out to death with at least some dignity.

“I just rather not have you see that. I’m not comfortable showing myself to other people. Okay?”

I managed, trying to swallow the embarrassment down. I could feel the heat on my cheeks and the tightening of my throat contract. Hopefully he would just by a miracle understand enough to leave me be.

But he said something that left me even more red.

“Well I don’t see why. You do not have anything that needs to be hidden. I do hope you see that Y/N. I was there when God created your kind, he saw beauty in humans and took great pride in his creation. It would be foolish to think lowly of yourself.”

He put a hand on my shoulder, and instantly I felt the pain in my body dissolve. It was as if I never had been hurt in the first place. He then, slowly lifted up my shirt then smiled before placing it back down.

“I trust that you will come to me for anything you need help with. I am here to help Y/N.”

He said sweetly, as I stood there, too stunned to move.

“Thank you Cas.”

I felt my heart swell up, taking in everything that just happened.

But then there was a burst through the library door, and Dean was standing there with a chefs hat on and a tray with freshly made burgers on it.

“Who wants to try a Dean burger?! Eh?!”

He looked around proudly.

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Hurting Angel - Chapter Three 💓🐞

Summary: Did Crowley kidnap her daughter? Does he have a good side, or is it all bad!.

A/N: Oh yay, I just love writing about this man, starting to become a Crowley girlie for sure, let me know what you bugsies think, and once again, thank you for every like, reblog and message. much love🐞❤️💕 🐞

Warnings: Angst, A Lot of Angst! 🤔 Sorry about that😱 Also, some comfort and funny moments

Word Count: 1691

Cover Art: Done by me 🐞 and the pic's from Pinterest and Canva 💕

Characters: Crowley, Bridget York, Lainey York, Doctor❤️

Tiny little hands tugging at her, lets her open her heavy eyelids, her eyes still a little puffy of the sleep, not recalling where she is, she looks over to the young voice, big brown eyes, glancing at her, her voice angelic ''Mommy! Mommy'' the little girl with her cute round face and short little legs makes her way up the bed, plunging down, to her side, her voice brittle, ''Lainey?'' 

The little girl squeals as she get lifted up in the air, his deep English accent, warning in a gentle way ''don't hurt your mom now'' her eyes widens as she realizes what's  going on, filled with anger ''let my daughter go''

Placing her down, throwing his hands in the air, ''Listen Bridget Love, I just don't want your little one to hurt you''

Holding her hand out to the five year old, ''come here sweetie'' trying not to reveal the fear and anger in her voice, the little girl runs towards her, a confused look on her little round face, ''it's okay sweetie'' glaring at him, her blue eyes piercing through his dark brown orbs, ''how, how do you know my name?''

A smirk forming on his lips, ''Love, I have many connections, it was easy to find out who you were, and you were so worried about your daughter that, I had to find a way to get her too you!''

''So what you kidnapped my daughter from her school?'' her lips pursed

''Not me so to say, I have men who does it for me'' a smug grin plastered on his face.

Holding Lainey close to her now, ''I hate you! Let us go'' she demanded

The man gaggles a bit, ''Pick a number and get in line, love, the queue is long''

Not amused by his answer, she shifts on the bed, feeling the pain pulsing on her side, her voice flat ''what do you want from us''

Inspecting the woman with her blue eyes, her blonde medium length hair, revealing the slight friction from the pillow, her face elegant but strong, her plum lips, pursed together, the little brown eyed girl, with the two brown pig tails safely tugged behind the woman's arms, his heart, flutters a little, but he shakes the feeling, without a single word he just leaves.

Sighing she checks Lainey out, trying to make sure she's okay. ''Are you okay sweetie'' 

The little one just nods her head, ''yes mommy'' she searches her mother's face, her brown orbs as big as they can get, ''mommy''

''Yes sweetie''

''Why don't you like the funny sounding man'' she questions 

''Well honey, it's grown-up stuff, okay'' she smiled

Folding her arms, her little face very serious, ''Well I like him'' she claims

Letting out a little laugh, ''honey, you like everyone''

She puffs her chest, ''not everyone, I don't like Jimmy, he's just mean''

She can't help but to laugh at her daughter's face, ''I know sweetie, how could I forget''

As he stands out side the room, waiting for the doctor to show, he hears the room that is now filled with laughter, ''it sounds like heaven'' he mumbles underneath his breath.

''Good morning, boss'' the doctor greeted

''What's so good about it'' he sneered, his usual comment not quite reaching his eyes, as they seem a little lighter than normal.

The old man laughs, as he knocks on the door, announcing his entrance, ''Good morning you two'' he greeted

The young woman's face went from smiling to immediate disgust. ''Hello'' she hissed

''Hey little one, why don't you go outside for a little while, okay, I just want to check on mommy'' he asked

Looking over at her mom, and after she nods, giving the go ahead, she jumps off the bed, announcing ''I'm going to play with Cowley''

Bridget lets out a giggle, ''it's Crowley sweetie''

Pointing her finger at her mom, ''I know, that's what I said'' then she runs off screaming ''Cowley, Cowley''

Taking a deep breath, focusing on the doctor's aged face, anxiously she asked ''doc, why is he holding us hostage.''

The old man, gives her a smile, ''Bridget, he's not keeping you hostage, he's keeping you safe''

Amused she lets out ''safe? safe from what exactly?'

Seriousness in his voice ''from the men who did this too you, by now they know who you are, a up and coming famous reporter, they would want to silence you and most probably your little girl too, just because they can, remember, they must've had your purse''

His words drenching into her mind, ''wait what! your actually serious, that's just great, that's just marvelous'' screaming now, ''I didn't ask for any of this''

''I know you didn't, and I'm truly sorry, you had to go through it, but we just want to help, I promise'' he assured.

''Urghhhhh! Can't life just give me a break'' the frustration building up inside her, trying to fight back the tears, enraged she shouts at the poor old man ''LEAVE! GET OUT DAMMIT''

Crowley comes running in, ''What the hell, is going on here?'' he questioned, glaring over at her, then the doctor he gestures to the old man, he should leave a little while.

She gets up to a standing position, still dressed in the button-up shirt. ''I want you all to leave me the hell alone'' she sneered

He walks closer towards her ''listen here now, you little ungrateful ...'' he bites his bottom lip in order to stop him, from saying something horrible, instead he looks into her ocean blue eyes, ''The doctor just wants to help you''

''I know'' she snaps at him

''Then let him, dammit'' he demanded

She squeezed her eyes shut, in order to fight the burning of the tears, threating to spill over the edges.  

His voice loud and deep ''Look at me dammit, you will listen to what he says'' 

Her eyes flung open, eyeballing the man, with his dark hair, and strong face , her voice brittle and shaky ''why'' is all she lets out

''Because....'' he couldn't even finish the sentence when she just chipped in.

''Why'' her voice breaking now ''why me, why did they have to do this to me''

He strides closer to her, feeling a little uneasy as she sways from side to side. Trying to think of a right answer, but then he sees the flood of tears running down her delicate cheeks.

Her voice barely audible ''I'm not a bad person, why do life keep testing me''

Her little body trembles with every sniffle and tear, he can't help it, he gently pulls her closer to his chest, his chin on the crown of her head, his hand caressing her hair, it seems like the embrace gave her the permission to break, perhaps the initial shock of the events that lead up to this point, needed an outlet. 

Hearing his heart beating, feeling his arms around hers, the gentle stroking of her hair, as she just stood there sobbing, who would've known, that she'd find comfort in the arms of 'the devil' the aroma of cloves and pine, hits her nostrils as he held her even closer, a low roar, escapes his lips ''I'll take care of you love, let me please''

She glared up at him through her thick lashes, a soft whisper, rolls over her lips ''Okay, I'll let you'' he looked at her surprised, she can hardly believe it herself, but for some reason, he made her feel safe.

Glancing down at her, he felt the urge to taste her lips, to hold her and never let her go, but how could that be, he's only known her for a few days, he can already tell this woman, isn't a human being, but rather an angel,  getting angry at himself, for feeling so out of control, he lets go of her, placing her down on the bed, his eyebrows furrowed together, his voice deep and flat again, ''You will listen understood'' he demanded. 

Shocked by the sudden coldness, she couldn't even form words, to reply. She just sat there the dampness still visible on her face. She knew despite the fact of his attitude towards her now, that'd he wouldn't hurt her or Lainey , and with knowing that , she can start the recovery process,  because she's going to nail these bastards, they can't just go around butchering people. 

The doctor comes in again, smiling, ''let's check you out, what do you say''

Just nodding she smiles ''Where's Lainey?'' 

Laughing ''She made new friends with the chef, and she's eating a cookie''

''Thank you, and sorry'' she mumbles

''Don't mention in, now come on, get yourself comfortable, you shouldn't strain yourself so much'' he advised

''I won't,'' smiling now, ''I never said thank you for saving my life''

''Thank you, but mostly it was that somber man, who did the saving, I just did the stitching'' he lets out a gaggle

''Well thanks anyway,'' fighting to keep her eyes open, ''why do I feel so tired''

The doctor explains away, but soon realizes she dozed off. He laughs when he sees the tough man he knows as the Boss, the Devil, whatever you want to call him, gets dragged in by a five-year old , a big smile on her face, her little cheerful voice, brightens the room ''Mommy needs a cookie too''

Crowley goes down too the little one's height, in a soft compassionate voice ''mommy is very tired, and she's sleeping now, why don't we put her biscuits down here, okay, she can eat them later'' he takes the crumbled biscuit and places it down on the bedside table, as he turns to face the little girl again, so that he can maybe find something to distract her, so that she doesn't bother Bridget, but what his faced with, lets a smile pull at his lips, Lainey, climbed up the bed, next to her mother, and in her embrace the little one's eyes were closed as well, both mother and daughter drifted off to sleep. Taking one of the blankets, he tugged them in snugly. He walks away into the hallway, realizing that those two is tugging at his heart-strings, and he doesn't like it one bit, he is alone for varies of reasons. And with those thoughts tumbling around in his mind he walks into his office, closing the door behind him.  

Chapter Four Here

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Heaven is a Place on Earth

Dean Winchester x (gn) Reader

Request: Would you mind write a dean x guardian angel!Reader fic, I don't have any specific prompt but make it angsty pls thank you

Summary: After Cas is killed by Lucifer, a strange new Angel turns up claiming to have been sent by him. Dean doesn't like the sound of it, but maybe a Guardian Angel is what he's needed all along.

Warnings: Spoilers for season 13, angst

Word count: 3,097

Castiel was dead, and Dean was distraught. Burning his body on that pyre was the worst thing he'd had to do in a long time, maybe even the worst. At least when something bad happened to Sammy, Cas was always there to save the day. But now, he was gone, and the brothers were feeling the weakness of their humanity more than ever.

In the days after, Sam urged Dean to get out of the bunker and search for the Nephilim. If anyone could bring the Angel back, it was bound to be him at the end of the day. But Dean could barely think about that being, let alone face him. So when they pulled up at that crappy little diner, he couldn't even fathom going in, letting his brother do the work while he pounded the back door.

"Okay, Chuck... or God, or whatever. I need your help. See, you– you left us. You left us. You went off. You said...you said the earth would be fine because it had me... and Sam, but it's not, and we're not.

We've lost everything... and now you're gonna bring him back. Okay? You're gonna bring back Cas, you're gonna bring back Mom, you're gonna bring 'em all back. All of 'em. Even Crowley.

Cause after everything that you've done, you owe us, you son of a bitch. So you get your ass down here and you make this right, right here and right now."

Nothing. Not that Dean was surprised. He'd come to set his expectations lower than low at this point.

"He's not listening, Dean. I'm sorry."

Whipping his gun out, Dean spun round to the source of the voice. It was soft, gentle and kind, but he was still wary.

"The hell are you?" He demanded, shaking slightly at the sight of you. Illuminated by the sun, your skin practically glowing and your hair blew gracefully in the breeze.

"My name is Y/N. Castiel sent me."

"Cas? He's alive?"

You gulped at your mistake in sparking hope.

"No, no I'm sorry. What I meant was, he sent me before. I was to come if something happened to him."

"So you're an Angel?" Dean lowered the gun hesitantly, gingerly taking a step towards you.

"Yes. And I swore to Castiel that I would care for you where I could."

The hunter snorted and you winced at his harshness. "I don't need caring for. That's ridiculous. Cas was my friend, not my guardian angel or whatever."

You took a tentative step forward. "Please, Dean. I can help you. I've been keeping tabs on you and your brother for a long time now, and I can help you with the Nephilim."

"Can you bring him back? And my Mom? Crowley?"

"No, I'm sorry-"

"Then you're no help to me. Now get out of here before I smite you off this planet."

You watched him walk away, back to the Impala with tears in your eyes. You knew the Winchester boy was damaged, and you'd seen how him and Castiel interacted. There was a special kind of love there which he was grieving. That was a human emotion you knew you'd never be able to feel yourself, but you could understand it. Castiel had understood it too, which was why he'd sent you here to watch over Dean. He needed you, but it was just a matter of time before he realised that.

“Dean!” You scrambled after him, fist clenched. He pivoted on his heels, groaning and raising his eyebrows with eyes squeezed closed.

“Just-just let me come with you. To find the Nephilim. I can talk to him.”

Dean huffed and placed his hands on his hips. “You know about that?”

“Of course. And I know he’s scared. He’s part Angel, I’m an Angel - maybe he’ll talk to me.”

You had no clue if that was true or not, but it was worth a try. You’d promised Castiel you’d look out for Dean, but you also knew he had a close connection with Kelly Klein and he’d want you to watch over the boy too.

“Fine,” Dean motioned for you to follow him and you scrambled along to catch up. He made you nervous but you couldn’t quite pinpoint why yet.

The drive was tense and speechless. Dean played his music loud, and it was a sound that took a while for you to adjust to. But by the time you pulled up at the sheriffs office, you had relaxed into it, finding yourself bobbling along and humming the tune.

Naturally, Dean was hesitant around the Nephilim. But the child was scared, thrown into a new world he knew little about. While you felt the younger Winchester was adjusting just fine, you saw it as your mission to help build the relationship between Jack and Dean. That said, Jack wasn't the only one facing a whole new world. Having just arrived on Earth yourself, hunting was something you had to learn rapidly, and you were unsure about. Your whole existence was based on love and caring, on making sure the human race thrived. Now, with a blade thrust in your hand, you were being instructed to fight.

"Dean...I don't know if I can do this." You stopped him one evening as he was packing up to follow a new lead surrounding Lucifer's whereabouts. Jack and Sam were packing the car, and Dean was chucking the last few bits into a bag when he felt your hand tug on his flannel lightly.

"What do you mean Y/N? C'mon, we've gotta get moving," he dismissed you, shrugging you off. You gripped tighter and squeezed, making Dean pause. Of course, he was always conscious you were an Angel, but you rarely exerted your true strength around him. In fact, more than often he could convince himself you were just another human being. But now, held steadily in his place, he took a deep breath. Turning back to you, his heart broke as you bit your lip, desperately trying not to let a tell-tale tear slip down your cheek.

"I'm not him, Dean." You whispered with a gulp. "I'm not Castiel. I'm not a fighter. I wish I was, I really do; I'm a Guardian Angel for goodness sake, I'm supposed to be a protector. These past few weeks, I've tried so hard but...I'm sorry. I've let you both down. Castiel expected better from me..."

"No. Stop." You tilted your head up as Dean's rough fingers cupped your chin, his other hand on your shoulder reassuringly. "You've not let anyone down, Y/N. Cas, he knew I could hold my own. He didn't send you to fight for me. He didn't want to you be someone you're not."

"But how am I meant to protect you if I can't fight?"

Dean gave you a lopsided smile. "You don't have to fight to protect someone, ya know. I don't think Cas sent you to physically protect me from monsters. He knew I could do that myself. I think he sent you to protect me up here-" he tapped his temple lightly - "to protect me from myself."

You sniffled and frowned, unsure what he meant. "Y/N, sometimes I can get in my head a lot. Hell, after Cas...after Cas died, I did. But you, you've pulled me out. I know I wasn't the nicest to you when we first met, but honestly, you've saved me. So you don't have to fight, Y/N, not physically. But I need you here still, to fight for me, against me. You think you can do that?"

You nodded, letting him brush away your tears and smiled. "C'mon, lets load up. You don't have to do anything, but we're gonna need you for moral support. Oh, and those amazing psychic Angel powers too."

Things changed after that. You became the Winchester's confidant, and you supported them on each and every hunt with intel only you could gather. You felt Dean start to thrive again, and you took pride in knowing you were actually making a difference. Even Sam had stopped you one night to thank you for being around, for being the ray of sunlight his brother needed. Dean laughed more now, he relaxed on days off. He enjoyed teaching you human things, and laughed when you and Jack attempted something he thought so mundane but the two of you found incredibly mortal. You were part of their small, dysfunctional family now, and you couldn't imagine it any other way.

Sure, you were having a positive impact on Dean, but what he didn't know was that he was having the same on you. As you spent more time together, you were starting to feel actual emotions. Happiness, anger, upset, frustration, hurt, hate. All these things you'd never even believed in when you were in Heaven, and now they were flooding you. It was amazing. Everyone in the little group had the same impact on you, but with Dean, it was markedly different. There was another emotion, one that felt like another you shared with Sam and Jack, but more emphasised. With them, you wanted to keep them safe, you wanted to keep them happy, you wanted to care for them. They were your family now. But with Dean, it was all that and more. You wanted to hold onto him and never let go. You wanted him to stare at you with those gorgeous green eyes until they burned through your skull. You wanted to nestle into his flannels, coat yourself in his scent. This new emotion, this thing you couldn't name for so long, gnawed at you. It scared you, too, which was why you never spoke about it, never asked Sam what it was. You just stayed quiet, and hoped to figure it out with time.

Because, at the end of the day, you supposed you had all the time in the world. You hadn't even considered that might not be the case. That was, until you were sitting in the back of the Impala, returning from a ghost hunt. You'd already scolded Dean for his little 'momentary death' stunt, trying not to let him know that it had scared the shit out of you. Seeing him dead was something you never wanted to witness again, especially by his own hand. But then the phone rang.

"Yeah?...What..." Dean froze in the front seat, his hand hovering by his ear. Sam frowned at him and you pulled yourself forward, peering between the seats. Without warning, you were flung backwards as Dean stepped on the gas, driving full pelt into the darkness. He wouldn't say a word, no matter how much you and Sam pressed him. He was in shock, and it was clear he didn't want to say anything incase whatever he had just been told was a lie. You resisted going into his head, knowing no good would ever come out of that.

The first light you saw was that of a phone box, positioned on the left down a dampened alleyway. A figure stood outside it, facing away, shrouded in a long coat. You blinked to try get a clearer view of the figure as you drew closer, but Sam and Dean had leapt from the car before it had even stopped. You climbed out slowly behind them, a feeling of dread filling your vessel's bones. It was him. The being that had sent you here. The dead being that had sent you here.

"Cas, is that really you?" Dean's voice hitched in his throat as his best friend turned round.

"No. You're-you're dead," Sam couldn't believe his eyes. Neither could you. How could you not have known Castiel was alive? Surely something on the Angel radar must have gone off?

"Yeah, I was. But then I… annoyed an ancient cosmic being so much that he sent me back." You studied the Angel's face closely, questioning the truth.

Sam shook his head with disbelief. "I don't even know what to say."

"I do." Dean stepped forward, arms out. "Welcome home, pal." He gripped onto the Angel tight, embracing him in a way that made you flinch. Dean had never hugged anyone like that before. Not Sam, not Jack, not you.

As the three of them hugged, you found yourself tiptoeing back. Your breath was all caught up, not that you even needed to breathe, but all of a sudden you felt incredibly human. Vulnerable; that was a feeling only a human could feel. Because at that moment, you could name it. You could name that feeling that plagued you when you were around Dean, the one you couldn't name for so long. Now you knew was it was. And it wasn't a good one.

"Y/N?" As Cas finished hugging Sam, he looked over the brother's shoulders, having seen your figure lingering. He frowned at the silence.

"The hell they'd go? They were here a second?" Dean scratched his head in confusion and Sam shrugged. They were too happy to have Cas back to worry about anything else. Wherever you had gone, they were sure you'd turn up at some point.

In the end, it was them who caught up with you. You'd teleported straight back to the bunker to pack your things. You weren't needed now Cas was back, and you only hoped you could be gone before they got home.

Of course, you underestimated the speed Dean could get up to in that Impala.

"Y/N, you here?" You heard Dean holler as you stuffed your bag full. You tried to hurry, but the door flung open before you even had a chance. With a gasp, you pulled it against your chest, staring beady-eyed at the figure before it. It wasn't Dean; it was Castiel.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" He approached you slowly, not turning the light on. "I haven't had a chance to thank you."

"Th-thank me?"

"Yes. For protecting Dean. I understand it can be, well, quite a challenging job at times. But you did good, as I knew you would. So I need to thank you."

"Oh, er, that won't be necessary, sir. You're back now, which is good, which is amazing! So, erm, I should be off." You mumbled as you tried to move past him.

"You're leaving?" Dean's broken words stopped you in your tracks. He emerged from behind the wall, turning the corner into your room. His eyes were wide with confusion, his mouth open slightly. "Why?"

Tears started running down your face. "You don't need me anymore. Castiel is back. My job is done."

Dean pushed pass Cas, blocking your exit. "Your job? Is that all this was to you? A job?"

"No, Dean, I just-"

"Cause from where I've been standing, I thought you wanted to be here. I thought you were part of the family, Y/N. I thought you were in this for the long haul. I didn't realise this - I didn't realise I - was just another job to you." Oh he was angry. This was anger.

"I'm sorry, Dean...I just figured you wouldn't need me anymore." You couldn't even look at him, although you could feel Castiel's disappointment as he glared at you.

"Castiel is back now. You don't need me."

"Of course I need you, Y/N. Don't get me wrong, I am over the moon that Cas is back, he's my best friend. But you were never a replacement for him. It hasn't gotta be one or the other, has it?"

"I..." you honestly didn't know what to say. You took a peak at Castiel, who only looked sad, before taking the risk and gazing up at Dean. To your horror, he was crying now too. But why? Had you upset him? How?

"Y/N, you are not the Angel I knew when I trusted you with this task. You've changed, like I have changed. Humanity teaches us many lessons, and I can see you've learned a lot." Castiel's wise words echoed into your vessel's brain. "I know its hard, but if there is one thing being on this Earth, and dying on this Earth, has taught me, its to be honest. Say how you feel, Y/N. Name it."

As you sobbed, you looked at him and he responded with a soft smile and nod, before sliding out the door back towards the kitchen. You whimpered as you caught Dean's eye, his face a contortion of confusion.

"Love," you breathed. "It's love I feel. I didn't know what it was, not for a long time. But now I know. I love you, Dean."

Dean's jawed dropped, and for a moment it felt like the universe froze. But then he took a step forward, and his hand took yours. "You do?"

You nodded, tears streaming. "I realised thats what it was when Castiel came back. But I figured you couldn't love me, not when I was just a placeholder for him. Thats why I had to leave."

With a sigh, Dean reached up and wrapped him arms round you, drawing you in close. He rested his chin on your head as you nestled your face into his flannel, just as you had dreamed.

"I love you too, Y/N." You wouldn't have believed your ears had you been human, but with your Angel hearing there was no mistaking it. He planted a kiss on your head before you pulled away, gazing up at him.

"You do? But...how?"

He chuckled. "All too easy. After Cas died, I could've gone down a very dark path. The only reason I didn't was because of you. Y/N, you pulled me back, you got me on the straight and narrow. You were never a replacement for him, you are something entirely different. You were exactly what I needed. Hell, I still need you. I've just got my best friend back. Don't make me lose the one I love now."

You nodded greedily, knowing now it all made sense. Castiel hadn't chosen you because you were a fighter, or because you were a peacemaker. There were plenty of other Angels he could have chosen if that was the case. No, he chose you because he knew the type of person Dean actually needed deep down, and he saw that in you.

"C'mon, Sammy's making enchiladas. I wanna eat some, and I wanna watch you and Cas watch us eating them. Lets go." He scooped an arm round your neck as he guided you down the hall, grins across both your faces.

Heaven could wait - this was your home now.

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