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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 months

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Destined For Greatness

Pairing: Destiel x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: minor angst, michael posessing dean, destiel fluff at the end

Request by anon: Hey can i request a imagine about being a Tribrid (Half angel, half demon, half witch) who Team Free Will takes under their wing and being like a daughter to Dean and Castiel (they can be married) and defend them when Michael, Lucifer, or Raphael attacks them?

Summary: Michael took your dad away from you and it's up to you and Jack to ger him back in one piece.

Square Filled: michael!dean (2023) for @heavenandhellbingo

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

You, your dad, Sam, and Jack are gathered around the war room trying to come up with a plan of attack on Michael. You’re nervous to say the least because you’ve never faced someone as powerful as Michael, but he has someone you love dearly. He trapped Dean inside his own mind while taking over his body and doing God only knows what with it. Taking down humanity is one thing but going after someone you love is a whole different ballpark.

“I still think we need a plan B,” Castiel sighs.

“Plan A is going to work. I’ve been practicing all month,” you state.

“Dean can get hurt.”

“Dad, I promise no harm is going to come to Dad. Do you really think I’d put him in danger?”

Castiel stares into your bright teal eyes, a mixture of Dean’s forest green and Castiel’s electric blue. He reaches out and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“No.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about.”

“Okay, I trust you.” Castiel turns to the other two men and sighs. “What’s the plan?”

“We know where he’s hiding, right? Y/N will use her magic to make sure he’s alone. She will pretend to be the scared daughter who just wants her dad back.” Sam turns to you with determination. He’s hellbent on getting his brother back one way or another, and that’s through you. “As soon as his guard is down, you’ll pull Michael from Dean. Once he’s out, Cas and I will get Dean to safety, and that’s when Jack comes in. His power combined with yours should be enough to take him down. He’ll only be a white light since he won’t have enough time to find another vessel.”

“Are you sure she’s gonna be safe?” Castiel asks.

“Dad, I can do this. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t think I could handle it.”

It’s true. You’re the first of your species, a demon/angel/witch tribrid. You’re always discovering new abilities, always showing a new side to yourself, and you’re doing it all alone. Since you’re the first and only of your species, you have no one to turn to if you have any questions. This journey of self-discovery has been done through trial and error, and there have been a lot of errors.

Not this time. This time, you will not fail. Your dad’s life depends on it.

You gather what you need and head out with the three men to the warehouse you know Michael is in. He’s been capturing monsters to make them hybrids of his own creation, but none of them have survived his experiements. He wants to create an army that will rule over humanity, but it’s time you put an end to it.

You walk into the warehouse alone and into the back room where Michael is. His back is turned to you when you enter but you know he knows you’re here because he stiffens up. He wipes the blood from a large blade and you see someone lying dead on the ground by his feet. You change your demeanor to that of a scared child rather than someone who is all powerful.

“I’m assuming you didn’t come alone,” he says and turns to face you.

“They don’t know I’m here. They wouldn’t have let me come otherwise.” Michael nods once in agreement. “I just want to speak to my dad, please.”

“Sorry, kid, no can do.”

“You have to understand where I’m coming from. He’s my dad. You took him away from me without letting me say goodbye,” you cry.

“I’m only going to tell you this once because I’m feeling a little generous. Your daddy is gone. He’s not coming back. Now, I’ve kept him alive for this long but I can easly kill him and keep the body. If you don’t want that to happen, I suggest you leave.”

This scared act isn’t going to work. You have to do something else or you’re going to put your dad in more harm than not.

“Fine, I’ll leave. Just please tell him I love him.”

“Sure,” Michael rolls his eyes.

You turn to leave but Michael’s eyes don’t leave you. He’s not going to relax until he knows you’re gone. Instead of doing that, you gather every bit of strength inside of you to take down Michael. You turn to Michael with magic in your eyes and at your fingertips.

“I changed my mind. I’m not leaving here without my dad.”

You blast him back with your magic but it doesn’t really effect Michael in the way he thinks. Instead of dissipating, your magic gets sucked back into you like a vaccum. With it is Michael’s true form. He tries to fight it but the combined powers of demon, angel, and witch is enough to pull Michael completely from your dad. Dean falls to the ground, completely weak physically and mentally.

“No, stop!” Dean cries out but doesn’t have the strength to stop his daughter.

Sam and Castiel enter the back room from the side and rush over to Dean to get him to safety. Castiel can try and fight Michael, but you and Jack are more powerful than he can ever dream of being. This has to be done by the both of you. Michael’s true form spikes angrily as it tries to find another vessel to use, but you keep him suspended into the air with your powers. Jack walks in behind you and blasts Michael with his own power, rendering Michael useless.

Michael tries to fight back against both your powers but is having a hard time doing so. He becomes so frustrated and angry that he sends a sharp screech right at you. You release your hold on him and cover your ears as you scream out in pain. Even covering your ears isn’t enough to escape the shrill of his voice.

With you out of the way, Michael blasts you and Jack back into the wall behind you, and he quickly makes his escape to find another vessel for the time being. He’s going to be back once he’s more prepared to fight you and Jack. Dean, Sam, and Cas come back into the room and run over to you and Jack with concern written across their faces. Sam checks Jack over while both your dads comfort you.

“Are you okay?” Castiel asks worriedly.

“Yeah, I just have a headache. Whatever he did messed with my mind,” you whimper in pain. “I’m okay, though. It worked. I got Dad back.”

“This was completely reckless. You shouldn’t have gone in there like that,” Dean scowls.

“Hey, we can pick this up when we get back home. Right now, we need to get the hell out of here,” Sam says.

“He’s right. We need to go,” Castiel says.

Dean scoops you into his arms and carries you back out to the car. The ride home was spent relaxing and gaining your strength back. Michael is very powerful and if you have any shot at beating him, you’re going to need to hone your powers and become stronger mentally. Still, by the time you got home, you’re almost asleep from how tired it made you. Dean takes you to your room to tuck you in despite you being almost eighteen.

“Stay with me?” you mumble when he goes to leave.

“Sure,” he chuckles. The hard talk can come tomorrow once you’ve fully rested. The only thing that matters now is that you’re safe and back in his arms. He won’t ever let anything happen to you, not after your mom died on his watch. Dean watches your eyes flit back and forth under the lid and he wonders what you could be dreaming about. Someone knocks on the door once and Dean looks up to see his husband at the doorway. “There’s room for one more.”

Castiel walks in and gets into bed, careful not to wake you.

“I was really scared,” Castiel confesses.

“I wasn’t,” Dean whispers back. “I knew I was gonna be okay because I have you and Y/N to watch over me.”

Castiel knows how hard it is for Dean to talk about his feelings, so this is a big step. It’s only because Sam isn’t in the room, and you’re asleep so you won’t hear it either. Castiel meets Dean halfway and kisses him slowly but lovingly. It’s moments like this that makes what they do worth it. Dean pulls away from his husband and looks down at his daughter once more.

“She’s going to be very powerful one day.”

“She got it from her mother.” Your mom had been possessed by a demon and an angel while being a powerful witch which is why you’re a tribrid. “She’s destined for greatness, and we’re both going to be here to witness it.”

Castiel and Dean decide to stay in bed with you to comfort you until the morning.

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rowanspn · 2 months

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Chapter 7 of The Covert Identity, now on AO3......

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certain-blue-eyes · 5 months

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I'll Be Home For Christmas

Originally written for the Holiday Card Exchange (from one of our Facebook groups), this story is now up for everyone.

Story AND art are both created by myself this time. 🙈

May your holiday season be peaceful, filled with laughter and joy, and may you receive lots of presents. Material or non-material. 😊

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!! 🎅🏼🎄🎁🎆

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jessybarnes · 9 months

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Take Away My Heartache

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean x Castiel

Rating: 18+ Only!

Tags: SEASON 15 EPISODE 3 SPOILERS, Destiel, Arguments, Angst, Language, Drinking, M/M sex, Anal Fingering, Prostate stimulation, Anal Sex, Begging, Finger sucking, Unprotected sex, Implied self-blame, Dean is slightly OOC in this, and I think that's it.

Word Count: Over 3k

Beta: T. Thompson

A/N: This is a repost from my old Tumblr account. I hope you all enjoy it. :)

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Yeah, why does that something always seem to be you?

The sting of Dean’s words cut through Castiel’s heart like a knife as the sound of the Bunker door shutting behind him echoed in the distance. Truth be told, he’d give anything to run right back into his hunter’s arms and forget the argument ever happened.

His hunter.

Those two little words used to bring him nothing but joy, something an Angel of the Lord rarely felt. Now…Now, it only brought tears to his eyes because clearly, Dean wasn’t his. Not anymore.

The dry leaves crunched beneath Cas’ shoes as he walked. The cool autumn air nipping at the skin exposed at his neck made him shiver. Not only were he and Dean over, but he’d lost Jack too. Never in his entire existence had he felt so alone.

Jack, his son, for all intents and purposes, was dead. Even though there wasn’t anything he could have done to stop it at the time, he still blamed himself. He’d made a promise to Kelly. He swore to her he’d keep her son safe and he couldn’t even do that.

Hell, maybe Dean was right. Maybe he should have just stuck to the plan. They would have found a way to stop Belphegor. They’d saved the world before. This wasn’t their first go-around. Instead, he let his emotions get the better of him and killed the lying sack of shit while he had the chance. He’d figured Dean would have been proud of him, cheer at his braveness. Not once did he think Dean would dismiss him like their ten-year-long relationship meant nothing.

Cas found himself in an all too familiar place. The barn where it all began. The very place he first stood face to face with Dean. It still looked the same. The various black warding sigils and chipped white paint were still there and immediately brought back every memory he shared with the elder Winchester. Finally, he let himself feel the emotions he’d been holding back. A choked sob left his lips as he sank down onto the cold, hard ground.

The sound of glass shattering made Sam’s ears perk up. He hurried into the Library armed and ready only to find Dean hunched over the table. His hands splayed out on the dark wooden surface, the remnants of broken glass joined his beer in a wet puddle on the floor. Slowly, he lowered his gun and walked cautiously toward him.

“Dean? Hey, what’s going on? Where’s Cas?”

Dean didn’t look at him, his breathing heavy as his shoulders started to shake. Now, this was a sight. Sam couldn’t remember the last time he saw his brother cry this hard.

“Hey, whoa… Dean? C’mon man, talk to me.”

Dean shook his head, his tears falling against the table’s veneer. “He’s gone, Sammy…”

Sam didn’t miss how broken his brother sounded. He wasn’t naive to the fact that Cas was intimate with Dean. You’d have to be blind not to know how they felt for one another. Sighing, he set his gun on the table and moved so he could see his brother’s face.

“Dean, you have to calm down. I’m sure he’s coming ba-”

The sound of the chair being kicked over made Sam jump, his brother’s tear-filled eyes boring into his own.

“WHAT DON’T YOU GET, SAM?! CAS. IS. GONE. NEVER COMING BACK! END OF STORY!”

Dean’s chest heaved as he fished the keys to the Impala out of his pocket. It wasn’t until his footfalls echoed down the hallway that Sam reacted. His long legs walked quickly after him.

“Dean! Wait, Dean, you can’t just leave while you’re upset like this!”

Dean didn’t react to his little brother’s plea, but that didn’t stop Sam from trying. He was hot on his heels as they crossed the threshold of the Bunker’s garage. The familiar creak of the Impala’s door broke the silence between them as Sam waited for a response. Dean fired up the engine and gripped the steering wheel, the tips of his knuckles turning white as he let out a long shaky sigh.

“Don’t you get it, Sammy? I break everything I touch. I’m poison. Happiness wasn’t meant for me. This life ... there’s no chance at love when you’re a part of it. I push everyone away and I’ll be damned if I do something to ruin the last relationship I have. Let me go, Sammy … before I force you to leave me too.”

Reluctantly Sam stepped back and watched Dean drive away. His brother’s words tore at his heartstrings as the sleek black car disappeared out of sight. Part of what Dean said was true in a sense. Rarely did someone with their job description find happiness. He’d tried … time and time again he had tried.

First with Jessica, the love of his life from his Stanford days. Then there was Amelia, the sweet veterinarian with a heart of gold. Eileen was another one that ultimately ended in tragedy.

Of course, there were others that Sam had been romantically involved with, but more often than not his love interests shared something in common with one another. They weren’t hunters. They didn’t spend every day knowing what went bump in the night or lurked just beyond the shadows. That’s one thing that was different between him and Dean. Before they’d met Cas, his brother didn’t care much about settling down. One-night stands were his specialty, something that Sam often envied.

The moment Castiel made himself known to them, Dean’s whole demeanor changed. It was subtle at first. He started cutting back on the number of women he’d spend the night with. Then came the not-so-discreet glances. Cas was oblivious to them of course, but Sam wasn’t. He’d known his brother all his life so he was quite familiar with that look. Dean was attracted to the Angel. Once his stubborn brother got enough alcohol in his system he finally made his move. The rest was history.

The silence in the garage became almost deafening as Sam’s thoughts continued to race through his head. They’d lost so much recently. Their Dad, their Mom, Jack, and Rowena. So many people they loved were gone. He’d be damned if Dean lost Cas too.

He half jogged back into the library and picked up the broken pieces of his brother’s beer bottle. After cleaning up the wetness with a towel from the kitchen, he headed back to his room to get his phone. Hopefully, Cas still had the one they’d given him. He held his breath as the shrill ringing filled his ears.

“C’mon … C’mon”

His persistent voice was the only sound in the room other than his boots pacing the floor.

After the third ring, he finally heard the gruff sound of Cas’ voice.

“H-Hello?”

A wave of relief washed over Sam.

“Cas? Hey, don’t hang up okay? Just… hear me out…”

He waited, listening for any sort of acknowledgment from the Angel. When he didn’t get any, he took the opportunity and kept going.

“First things first, where are you? Are you safe?”

A cough and a low groan made his chest heavy with worry.

“Cas?”

“Sam, you don’t need to worry about me. I’m an Angel. I can take care of myself.”

Sam frowned and stopped pacing, his hand finding purchase on his hip. “That’s not what I …” He sighed, not wanting to be the second person that argued with him today. “Look, Cas, I realize it’s not my place, but I know what you have with Dean is worth fighting for. I’ve never seen him as happy as he is with you. He’s just… he’s a little lost right now. In no way am I defending his actions because I don’t know what was said, but I will stand here and say that my brother loves you. He’s madly in love with you, Cas…”

A shaky breath on the other end of the phone told Sam that he was still there.

"I...I love him too, Sam. Like I've never loved anyone or anything before."

Another ragged cough told Sam that Cas wasn’t being forthcoming with how bad his health really was and it worried him. Hell, shouldering pain and wounds was one of their specialties after all.

“Cas, listen to me, okay? Everything that’s happened recently has taken its toll on all of us. I can’t speak for you or Dean, but having to … to” A shaky sigh left his lips as tears threatened to slip down his cheeks. Eventually, a few betrayed him and his vision became blurry as he forced the words out. “... kill Rowena wasn’t exactly a walk in the park.”

He cleared the lump in his throat and swallowed thickly.

“What I’m trying to say is we can get through this. We’ve saved the world so many times, and I’ll be damned if we let God’s little temper tantrum do us in.”

Cas wasn’t saying anything, but his occasional exhale told Sam he was still there.

“Please, Cas. Just tell me where you are so I can come and get you.”

Neither of them said anything for what felt like an eternity. Finally, relief washed over Sam when he heard the Angel respond.

“The barn … I’m at the barn where it all began.”

“I’ll be there as fast as I can, Cas! Just … stay there.” Sam hung up and began packing his duffel bag.

Dean welcomed the smooth burn of the whiskey in his glass as he knocked it back. Maybe if he drank enough he’d be able to forget those sad blue eyes and how he was the cause of said emotion. The bartender eyed him curiously but filled his glass again nevertheless.

“Relationship problems?”

Dean downed the golden brown liquid in two gulps before sliding the cup back.

“With all due respect, it’s really none of your business. Now, if you’d be so kind, I’d like to drink until I’m numb. In fact, just go ahead and leave the bottle.”

After tossing a few twenties and sporting a stern look, the man seemed to get the message. Even if Dean didn’t want to be alone with his thoughts, it was better than sharing them with some stranger just to be judged. He took another sip and groaned happily. Yep, being alone was much better.

The vibration of his phone startled him out of his thoughts once again.

“Now, what?” He grumbled.

Seeing his brother’s name lit up on the screen made him roll his eyes, but he swiped to answer anyway.

“Dammit, Sammy. I’ve been gone for a few hours what could you possibly…” He was cut off by the frantic edge in Sam’s voice.

“Dean! It’s… It’s Cas… he… he told me he was at the barn where you met. I went to get him a-and now he… he won’t wake up.”

Dean felt his blood run cold.

He pushed the stool away from the counter and all but ran back to the Impala.

“What do you mean he won’t wake up?!”

Baby’s tires spun as Dean pulled back onto the main road toward the Bunker.

“I-I-I don’t know, Dean… He’s breathing, but he seems to be in some sort of celestial coma? When I talked to him on the phone, he kept coughing and wheezing. I don’t know what to do. Normally, I’d call Rowena, but… she’s…”

Dean cut his brother off before he could finish, his knuckles white on the steering wheel for the second time that day.

“Sammy, listen to me. Just get back to the Bunker as fast as you can. I’ll meet you there, and we will figure this out … the Winchester way.”

He ended the call and tossed his phone on the seat next to him, his boot pushing the gas pedal all the way to the floor.

The moment Sam arrived with Cas, Dean was there to help. They carried him to the hospital wing in the Bunker and carefully laid him on the cot. Dean couldn’t help but notice how sickly his angel looked. He’d lost weight, his skin was pale and hot to the touch, and his lips were chapped more than they normally were.

Tears threatened to fall from his eyes as he looked at his brother in defeat. “Sammy… I.. I can’t lose him. I was so stupid… so fucking stupid…” His shoulders shook violently the moment he let his emotions take over.

Sam was determined to make things better again. Not just for his brother, but for the sole fact that he refused to let anyone else they cared for die.

“Keep an eye on him, Dean. I’ll hit the books and make some phone calls. You should stay here just in case he wakes up.”

All Dean could do was nod and watch as Sam walked away. He turned his gaze back to Cas, his fingertips reaching up to gently caress his cheek. He was afraid to do much else.

Eventually, Dean’s eyes grew heavy as the adrenaline wore off from earlier. Leaving Cas was out of the question, so he did the only thing he could think of and gently curled up on the mattress beside him. He slung his arm protectively over the angel’s torso and carefully laid his head against his chest.

He couldn’t help the memories of their first night together flooding his mind. How they listened to music in Baby and drove out in the country to look at the stars. A tear slid down his cheek as he began to softly sing their song, the one that Cas insisted they listen to on repeat the whole trip home.

I can hear her heartbeat for a thousand miles And the heaven's open every time she smiles And when I come to her that's where I belong Yet I'm running to her like a river's song She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love She's got a fine sense of humor when I'm feeling low down Yeah when I come to her when the sun goes down Take away my trouble, take away my grief Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love Yes I need her in the daytime Yes I need her in the night Yes I want to throw my arms around her Kiss and hug her, kiss and hug her tight Yeah when I'm returning from so far away She gives me some sweet lovin' brighten up my day Yes it makes me righteous, yes it makes me whole Yes it makes me mellow down in to my soul She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

The last thing Castiel remembered was seeing Sam’s concerned face. Then there was only darkness. He wasn’t dead, no, this was something different. A coma maybe? He couldn’t open his eyes or move, but he was able to hear everything going on around him.

Angels normally don’t go through things like this, but if their bodies get too worn down then they go into somewhat of a protective mode. He figured this is what happened to him when he used the last of his strength to teleport himself to the barn. His celestial powers needed to replenish.

He hated hearing how worried Sam and Dean were. He especially hated how much Dean blamed himself. He’d spent so much time showing his boyfriend how much good he brought to the world, and now he felt like Dean was closing himself off again.

He’d only wanted to take some of the stress from Dean. That’s why he chose to kill Belphegor instead of letting him do more damage. Cas knew Dean didn’t mean to hurt him and he longed to tell him how sorry he was.

It became a waiting game, letting his vessel reenergize itself. There was no telling how long it would take, but Castiel took comfort in knowing that the man he loved was snuggled into his side. If only he could have comforted Dean and wiped his tears.

The sound of the elder Winchester’s voice filled the small room, and it was then that he realized Dean was singing to him. Cas’ heart both soared and broke at the same time by the emotion in his voice as the lyrics flowed freely from memory. The last thing he heard before Dean fell asleep was him saying how sorry he was and how much he loved him.

Dean groaned and tightened his grip around Castiel. What time was it? Had Sam found anything? Several questions ran through his mind as he prepared to open his eyes. Before he could, he felt a hand smooth down his back. His heart skipped a beat as he sat up.

Beautiful blue eyes gazed into his own, and Dean looked at him like it was the first time he saw him all over again.

“Cas?! Cas! Oh, I’m so happy you’re okay. I’m sorry for the things I said to you before. I was so stupid and I know you were just trying t-”

His rambling was cut off as Cas smashed his lips against his. Their tongues danced together and when Cas finally pulled away he was panting as hard as Dean was.

“Dean, you have nothing to be sorry for. I forgave you the moment it happened, and there’s nothing you could do to make me love you any less. You will always be perfect in my eyes. Forever the Righteous Man I saved and rebuilt all those years ago. I love you.”

Dean placed another emotional kiss on Cas’ lips, pouring all his love and need into it. Never in his life did he think he’d be able to settle down with anyone. Being a hunter of the supernatural meant a short life span more often than not. He was conditioned to not get too attached to anyone, but with Cas, he couldn’t help himself. This was different. Cas was different, and without the Angel, in his life, he’d be incomplete.

The need to feel Castiel’s touch nearly took his breath away. No words were spoken as they rid each other of their clothes. Cas flipped them over so he was hovering above Dean, his blue eyes glowing with power. Dean felt his cock swell in anticipation, his breathing becoming more ragged by the second.

“Cas, please…”

Castiel began to trail kisses along his jaw, nipping at the skin now and again. The moment he began sucking at Dean’s pulse point he could feel just how much he needed him. His cock was pinned between Cas’, the tip weeping beads of precum.

“I love seeing you like this, Dean. I love when you let go for me and let yourself be vulnerable."

Dean whined shamelessly at his words, his hand reaching between their bodies to slowly stroke Cas’ cock.

“Mmmm, Dean… Gonna make you feel so good.” Cas brought two of his fingers up to Dean’s lips, pushing them into his mouth. “Suck.”

Dean obliged, swirling his tongue skillfully around his digits. Cas nearly came undone at the sight below him. The way the elder Winchester fluttered his eyes shut the moment his perfect lips closed around them, his soft moans as his slick tongue flicked over his fingertips and the constellation of freckles littered over his skin. Reluctantly, Cas pulled them free and pressed one against Dean’s entrance.

“Relax for me.”

It wasn’t a command, but Dean knew it would do him well to obey. The first few moments were always painful, but the pleasure Cas promised was better than anything he’d ever felt.

“C-Cas… I… I need you. Please… don’t make me wait… F-Fuck!”

Cas knew he’d found Dean’s prostate just from the sound of Dean’s plea. His fingers grazed the bundle of nerves making the man beneath him shiver.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you into this mattress, Dean, I very much like hearing you beg.”

Dean whimpered as Cas continued to slowly fuck him open with his fingers, his hands fisting the thin sheet under him.

“Unngh! P-Please fuck me… need you inside me so bad.”

Cas smirked and peppered kisses along Dean’s chest. “I know you can do better than that, Dean. I’ve seen you do it.”

Dean arched his back and cried out, his mouth opening in a perfect “o” shape.

“I need it! Oh, fuck I n-need it, Cas! Need you to fuck me until I can’t think anymore… Please…. Oh, fuck! Please. Please. Please…”

Finally, Cas gave in. His cock replaces his fingers as he slowly thrust inside Dean to the hilt. Both cried out in unison, their bodies thrumming with arousal.

Cas leaned down to kiss Dean softly before starting a steady pace. It was a wonder the poorly built cot didn’t break beneath them. Dean’s cries filled the small room as Cas fucked into him relentlessly.

“Oh, fu-... C-Cas! Oh, Cas! R-Right there!”

They’d done this enough that Cas knew Dean was close. The way his body shook, how desperate he sounded when he moaned, and how he clenched around him. He’d normally draw this out, and take his time with his hunter, but this was something they both needed.

Cas began to stroke Dean’s thick cock in time with his thrusts, his angelic grace causing the lightbulbs above them to burst with all the energy in the room. Both of them fell over the edge together, Dean’s cries swallowed by Cas’ kiss. Once they came down from their high, Cas carefully pulled out of Dean and pulled him close.

“Dean, you complete me. From the moment my father told me to rescue you from Hell, I knew my life would change forever.”

Dean kissed Cas sweetly and nuzzled into his neck. “I love you, Cas. M’heart s’yours.”

Sometime later, Sam came home from the library and noticed how quiet the Bunker was. He made his way to the hospital room and snorted to himself at the broken glass on the floor. Glancing at the cot, he smiled widely at the sight of his brother and Cas asleep in each other’s arms.

“Thank God.” He breathed.

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highfunctioningflailgirl · 6 months

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Suptober 2023 Master List

Here’s the list with all my Suptober fics for this year.

Many thanks to @winchester-reload for organizing this wonderful event!

Liminal - Close Call

Pumpkin Patch - Pumpkins, Mist and Zombrits

Inspired - Piece of Art

Nimbus - In Good Hands

Portrait - ID

Full Spread - A Study in Wings

Black Cat - Beast Of A Different Kind

Satanic Panic - The One Who Still Grips Him Tight

Starlight - The Stars Above, The Ground Below

Close Shave - Someone (Not) To Lose

Epic - Epic

Swap-Meat - Maintenance

Flirt - 10mg of Truth

Fever - Catching On

Abstract - Empty

Bonus 31. Trick or Treat - Just A Trick

It’s been my first year of writing for Supernatural, and my first time participating in Suptober, and I’ve enjoyed it a lot! So many wonderful artists that I’ve discovered! I wish I could draw or paint like they can. But I can only write.

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sittingbesideyoulikeasilhouette · 6 months

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Desolate

There is no heterosexual explanation for the many stolen glances between Dean and Cas over the course of 11 seasons, so this piece is me dipping my toes into Destiel territory. This is a season 15 fix-it. This is angsty with mentions of death and mourning. I'm thinking of having this be the set-up for an actual story but I want to see if people are interested!

Pairing: Dean x Cas

TW: death, loss, violence (Dean punches Sammy), grief

If you would like me to continue this please let me know in the comments!!

It happened 7 days after they’d defeated Chuck and Jack was assimilating into his new role. God. Capital G-O-D. His surrogate son was God and even though Dean knew that Jack would make a better god than Chuck ever had, he’d miss him. It seemed like that’s all he was going to be doing for the rest of his life, missing Jack.

Missing Cas.

He fucking hates himself for not saying it back. It would have been so easy; it’s been weighing heavy on his heart for years. I love you too. But what he’d said instead was “Don’t do this, Cas” and he will never be able to forgive himself. The first time he’d almost told Cas he loved him had been years ago, at the crypt, when Naomi was controlling Cas and he’d nearly killed Dean. Beaten, bloodied and on his knees, he’d almost said it. I love you, Cas. But instead, he said “I need you, Cas.” Both were true but Cas didn’t truly understand just how much Dean needed him. He can’t blame anyone but himself, honestly, because how in the hell would Cas know he loved him? He buried his feeling under cheap booze and women, and he always made it clear that he wasn’t gay. Which, truly, Dean didn’t think of himself as gay; sure, he thought some men were attractive, but he’d never had the desire to be with a man the way he did with Cas, he didn’t gravitate around them and let himself be consumed by their orbit. Cas had been it; he was the one that made Dean feel like maybe love didn’t have a gender or an expiration date, but he was too fucking stubborn to let himself have it. He was too scared to love and to be loved. And now it’s too late. He’s alone. Cas is dead.

Sam knew but he didn’t, tried to help you he couldn’t. Sam saw the bags under his eyes and the number of empty, scattered bottles in Dean’s room was excessive, even for him. Sam knew Cas was his best friend and he knew he was mourning him in a way he never had when he died before. His death seemed so final this team that Dean didn’t dare hope that he might be able to come back. Sam tried cheering him up, he really did, hey you want to go for a drive? We can listen to Metallica’s entire discography or hey Meat Man, how about some burgers? had been the last two attempts made by Sammy, one this morning and the other at lunch. Sounds like fun, maybe some other time okay, Sammy? and I’m not hungry, maybe tomorrow? Had been his replies and Sam smiled, nodded, and let him be. So, there he was, wallowing in his bed, when Sam walked in a couple of hours later.

“Hey man, I’m heading out to get some groceries. We’re making burgers tonight.”

Dean was tired, so bone-achingly tired, so he didn’t argue.

“Sounds good, Sammy.”

As Sam was turning to leave Dean called out.

“Don’t forget the beer. Grab 2 packs.”

“No, I’m not grabbing any beer,” Sam said, turning back to look at him.

“Sam, stop, we always drink beer. This is no different.” Dean said sitting up in bed and looking his brother in the eyes.

“This is entirely different, Dean. This situation could not be further from anything we have ever experienced before. You are drinking yourself to death, man. You need to stop.”

“You don’t know what I need, Sam. Go and get the damn groceries and some fucking beer!” Dean yelled and Sam looked hurt, but he wouldn’t budge. Dean got up and walked slowly over to him until he was standing right in front of him.

“Do it or I’ll go myself, Sam.”

“Dean, stop,” Sam pleaded, looking down at him with tears in his eyes, “I know you miss him bu-“ the rest of Sam’s sentence went unfinished as Dean’s right fist connected with Sam’s jaw and he fell backwards out into the hallway.

Dean looks down at his brother and knows he should apologize. Help him get up and apologize, he told himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything except tower over him. The rage felt warranted, and it made him feel alive for a second. Sam got to his feet and stared at his brother; there was no anger in his eyes and that made Dean want to punch him again.

“If punching me makes you feel better, then keep taking swings, Dean,” Sam’s voice didn’t waver, and it held no trace of resentment. Dean was sure Sam would let him beat him bloody if it meant he’d stop drinking and feel anything other than sadness over Cas. Dean considered it, he fucking considered continuing to beat the crap out his brother for no other reason other than he could, Sam told him he could, but there was a deafeningly loud boom and a subsequent clatter coming from the foyer than made them both immediately look down the hallway. Other than the noise, the red lights hadn’t come on and the alarm hadn’t gone off. What the hell was strong enough to break into the bunker without setting any of the warding off? Dean ran into his room, grabbed two guns and knives, and handed a pair to his brother. They walked side by side, eerily quiet, down to the foyer. Sam put a hand on Dean’s chest to stop him just before they turned the corner. Sam pointed to himself then signaled to the foyer in two quick motions. I’ll go first. Dean nodded and mouthed, I’ll cover you. As soon as Sam turned the corner, Dean saw a look of fear written all over his face, but he lowered his weapons anyway. What the hell was Sam looking at? Dean turned the corner behind Sam, gun pointed and knife ready, but the second he laid eyes on him, he felt like all the air had been punched out of his lungs.

“Cas?” Sam whispered and Dean dropped his weapons in a clatter at his feet.

There he was, just as Dean remembered him from a week ago. The only differences were that this Cas wasn’t scared, he wasn’t crying, or making deathbed love declarations. He was standing in front of him and Sam, wearing his trademark trench coat and a slight ever-confused look in his eyes. Dean knew that they should check, throw salt, holy water, silver, and a battery of other tests but what he did instead was shove Sam out of the way and head straight to Cas. Dean threw his arms around Cas’ neck and buried his hands in his hair. He felt Cas hug him back, almost instinctively, but instead of the usual arms around the torso, he placed his hands at Dean’s waist and pulled him closer. They stayed like that for what felt like hours, he could hear Sam sniffling from behind them and it suddenly made him realize he was crying.

“Shh I’m here, Dean, it’s okay. I’m here” he heard Cas whisper in his ear and felt his hands rubbing circles into the small of his back and he wanted nothing more than to stay like this forever.

After a few seconds Dean pulled back slightly, finally looking into Cas’ blues and for a second he thought of all the things hidden in the color – sapphires, the ocean after tempest, the sky after a rainy day, Dean’s favorite toy car that his mom and dad had gifted him on his third birthday and that he still had hidden away in his nightstand – he kept his arms around Cas’ neck but asked the question he knew was also on Sam’s mind.

“How?” he breathed, and Cas smiled. He removed his left hand from Dean’s waist and plunged it into one of the many pockets of his trench coat. He pulled out a small, neatly folded piece of paper. Fighting against the part of his brain urging him to keep holding onto Cas because the universe was cruel and he might disappear if he let go, Dean dropped his arms from Cas’ neck, took the piece of paper, and walked back over to Sam who was looking at him expectantly. Once he was next to him, he held the note in front of them and opened it:

I’m hands off starting now.

- Love, Jack.

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louielle · 2 years

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fluff in fics: *literally exists*

me:

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munsons-melody · 5 months

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no bc cas would find out it’s your bday and immediately do something like this for a surprise

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nayeliq1 · 11 months

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What if Dean had tried to confess after his prayer in Purgatory? What if Cas had stopped him, knowing what Dean wanted to say, knowing he couldn’t let him say it? What if Cas had told Dean then and there about his deal with the Empty? What then?

(I integrated this drabble in the last chapter of this fic, so this is the context, don’t read of you’re still reading “Bound”, it’s a spoiler)

June 11th, prompt: Tied-Up

"Cas?"

"Yes, beloved?"

"Are you happy?"

Such a small question. Such a heavy weight resting on it.

He could feel his shoulders tensing instinctively, his fingers feeling numb for a second. Old habits died hard, and he had spent a very long time not allowing himself to be happy, not even allowing himself to think of the word, as if the mere thought could manifest it into existence.

But it only took one look at Dean to remind him that he didn't need to do that anymore.

It was the look in Dean's eyes, the warmth there. It was the softness to his jaw when he smiled. It was the fact that for the first time since that fateful day in Purgatory, it seemed that it didn't hurt Dean to look at him.

Their hands had been tied up behind their backs from the moment Cas made his deal with the Empty, but those bounds could never compete with the bond that had tied their souls together ever since Cas had laid a hand on Dean in Hell.

He reached out and traced his fingers down the side of Dean's face, smiling.

"Yes, beloved", he said. "I'm incandescently happy."

For @starcrosseddeancas Dreamy Drabbles

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youchangedmedestiel · 3 months

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Warm and soft skin

(You can also find this ficlet below on AO3)

Every once and a while, when Dean comes back from a bad hunt or when Cas is struggling with his brothers and sisters, they do it. Sometimes it’s just because they want to – need to – because they seek for warm, comforting and tender touches. Some other times it’s just about being, being together, being happy and being there for each other.

Today, Dean asks for it. Not for any particular reason, he just wanted to, because it’s been too long since last time in his opinion. So, he approaches Cas in the kitchen. The angel is drying the clean dishes when Dean presses himself against his back, his arms wrapped around him and his face buried into the crook of his neck.

“I need you, Cas.” Dean whispers, his lips brushing at Cas’s soft skin just below his ear. And Cas understands instantly what Dean means. This has been their way to ask for it since the first day it happened. And it occurred so naturally.

Cas puts the plate and the cloth he had in his hands down on the kitchen counter and turns around. Dean lets him, barely moving away and slightly opening his arms, he closes them back around Cas’s waist as soon as he faces him.

The angel kisses his lips softly as he reaches for Dean’s arms surrounding him. He disentangles them and takes Dean’s hand in his. He pulls him out of the kitchen towards Dean’s room. He opens the door and makes sure they both entered fully before closing it behind them.

Cas lets Dean’s hand fall from his, he knows they’ll touch again soon. Plus they need it to fully undress. Dean is naked first since Cas has a lot more layers to get rid of. He slides in the bed under the covers, waiting for Cas. The angel takes off his boxer briefs and drops them on the floor with the rest of their clothes as he walks towards the bed.

He settles next to Dean under the covers. He doesn’t have the time to lie back properly that Dean is already shifting closer. Cas smiles and faces the man beside him. He gets closer too, taking Dean into his arms, feeling the warm of his soft skin against his own.

He also perceives his heartbeat against his chest. He slides one arm under Dean’s head and lets his fingers tangling with his soft little hairs at the back of his neck. He knows Dean love when his nails scrap his scalp so he starts doing it while his other arm goes for Dean’s back. He flexes it to press Dean’s body closer to his. Then his hand travels up and down the strong muscles of Dean’s back. It’s soothing, warm and soft and this is all Dean wanted. His left arm is folded between them with his hand resting flat against Cas’s bare chest, his face buried under his chin, and his right hand on Cas’s hip while his thumb is stroking the soft skin there.

From time to time, Cas kisses his forehead, his hand grabs Dean’s shoulder, and presses him closer tightly, or his other hand strokes Dean's butt cheeks. There is no sexual undertone to their naked cuddles. There never was. Because this is not about that. This is about touch, skin-to-skin contact.

For Dean, it’s especially about feeling Cas there with him after losing him so many times. And for Cas, it’s about being asked and being able to do this, to see Dean this vulnerable. He is even more vulnerable that way than when they have sex. This is pure intimacy, this is one of their ways to show their love to the other. And those tender touches happen whenever one of them needs it. It can last two minutes like it can two hours. The one asking for this is the one who chooses how long he needs to feel the other’s warm and soft skin against his own.

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youhaveaguineapigwhere · 11 months

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Can we meet here?

Dean gazed out of a clean storefront window as the morning fog slowly receded, white fluffy clouds making headway for what looked like the start of a bright day. They had been on the road for what seemed like the last seven hours. Upwards of six, at least - and Dean was still struggling to wipe the lingering traces of sleepiness from his eyelids.

He focused on the street lamps and power lines strung across his view of wide avenues. Tiny birds fluttered across his line of vision as they scoped out the next best place to perch. He shifted from his toes to his heels, let out a breath between his nostrils, and stole a few glances at Cas.

The angel stood half propped up against a counter, patiently waiting for their names to be called with his hands stuffed somewhere in the folds of his coat pockets, a slack expression softening the sharp features of his face.

Dean grappled with the wayward thoughts bouncing off the walls of his skull as they tumbled into his nervous system, pulling at him from the inside out, and making his fingertips twitch. He stepped forward, trying- attempting, to will himself out of his own head.

He’d really rather just.. forget. Everything else.

"Can we just meet here?"

The thought sounded dumb almost as soon as it left his lips. His boots clicked awkwardly against the tiled floors, tracking his movements as he shuffled. He cautiously goaded his chin up to meet Cas’ eyes.

"What?" Cas questioned, turning a stubbled jaw towards Dean in a delicately posed tilt. He looked like a Michelangelo painting in morning light and it was distracting.

A confused frown formed on the corner of the angel’s lips as they were suddenly interrupted, their orders being called enough to startle them both out of whatever look they had been sharing. Castiel reached forward and gingerly grabbed the coffee cups as they slid across the counter, briefly schooling his expression, offering a timid smile to a barista who couldn’t even pronounce the syllables of his name.

‘Cas-tee-el not Cas-teal,’ Dean felt an urge to say, but didn't, his throat ticking as his best friend turned his full attention back towards him. Cas closed the few feet between them and handed a cup over to the Winchester, eyes expectant while idle conversations buzzed and dissipated in the space around them.

There, standing in the little shop, trench coat bunching around his shoulders and tie endearingly askew, Cas almost looked like he could be just any other man. Just any name to mess up. Dean’s smile was sad as he stared down at his cup. He fit his thumb over the lip of the to-go lid and let the condensation and heat nip at his skin, soothing over whatever feeling this was.

"There’s so much that I’ve messed up, Cas. With us- with... everything. There’s so-" He cleared his throat and looked up, resolution slowly cementing. He fixed his gaze on the junction between Cas’ neck and shoulder, the only place he could currently bear to look. "Can we just... meet here?" He extended a shaking hand in explanation, "Hi, I’m Dean."

Cas’ eyes crinkled around the edges and he stared at Dean with softness and intensity that couldn’t be described. Was it... pity? He saw there? A look that said, ‘Dean, you don’t have to’ and the one returned that settled, ‘No, Cas. I want to.’ A way to try and start over, something that felt kinda like setting up a tent on a windy beach and kinda like jumping off a bridge, something important.

"I’m... Castiel." Cas extended his own hand and they met in the middle.

A handshake. A simple handshake.

Cas' palm was warm and slightly calloused along the pads of his fingers and Dean found himself wondering how he never noticed the size of Cas’ hands. How big they were, how strong his grip was compared to his own. That, or he got too busily wrapped up in shit to notice. Always a distraction, always an apocalypse on the horizon, always enough alcohol in his system to make excuses when he got too close or stumbled over his words. In another timeline, where he hadn’t sung Sammy to sleep every night their mother couldn’t, Dean would have been mute, or a stutterer, ..‘nearly was.

That’s why, in a way, he’s always preferred to let his touch do the talking, though looking at Castiel, he’s not sure if he’s ever been any good at that either.

How much hadn’t he said?

They only seemed to take the time to touch when the world was ending. They only seemed to take the time to spill their guts when everything they knew was falling apart. A bad habit that had formed somewhere over the years. ‘Guess you don’t pay much attention to those things when you’re on the brink of death and such. Or you try and will yourself not to. Such an idiot Winchester.’

But last time had been too much; it had been way too much, and not enough. Castiel couldn’t just say that and leave, he couldn’t. Dean had spent so long convincing himself Cas was doing what he thought would save Dean, what he always did. But it didn't save him, just, bits of him. The hole that formed when the empty took Cas, that hole sucked everything in. He couldn't feel, he couldn't sleep. He spent nights shouting in fevered dreams thinking he’d wake up to a hand on his left shoulder and a voice telling him that it was alright.

Even though he was truly back, Dean was still patching up that well, trying to figure out what it meant. Why it tore him apart when Cas told him-

Dean had never been the sharpest tool in the shed, but he wasn’t a blunt instrument, and he knew he needed time- time to work through all this.

"Nice to meet you, Castiel.” The words tasted slow and sweet on his lips, important. He had no idea how long he had been holding the angel’s hand when he returned his own to his side, hoping they didn’t look like freaks just starin’ at each other in a coffee shop, not that they hadn’t done this before, the staring part. “Do you wanna.. sit down?" He gestured towards the closest table and gave his easiest lopsided grin, probably looking like an overeager teenager on a first date. Well if he was gonna do this, he was gonna do this right. This was Castiel, and they had just met.

"Of course." Cas replied, a questioning look ever so briefly dusting his features as he tracked Dean’s motions to an empty table. The angel was now holding the other cup of coffee like it was his own, interlocking his thumbs (It was for Sam, truthfully.) but he seemed to forget that as he sat down and slowly sipped on it like it tasted of much other than molecules to him.

"So, Dean." Cas squared his shoulders and folded his big hands in his lap. He was as serious as ever, but there was the slightest smile that kept threatening to overtake his lips. It made Dean's chest feel like melted ice cream when kids drop their scoops on the sidewalk. "-What do you do for a living?"

"I tend a bar," Dean answered after some hesitation. He reclined back. Pretending to be someone else? Now this was a game he could play. "It ain't much, but it's honest work." He was only half joking, "It's nice little spot, real vintage vibe and bands sometimes gig there. Plus, it's my way to uh, keep up with the wayward souls." He smoothed over the wrinkles in his jeans half heartedly and shrugged, watching the way Cas’ eyelashes fluttered against his cheek when he smiled. "I own the joint actually."

Cas' smile was fond "It sounds like you put a lot of care into your work," Cas stated, taking another sip of his stolen coffee and looking at Dean with an unnamable intrigue.

"What about you?" Dean asked, leaning forward and grabbing his own drink. He lifted the cup to his mouth and felt the steam against his lips, the inviting smell of what would hopefully give his old ass the jump he needed to make it home.

Cas looked almost startled, caught off guard by the reciprocated question. His face fell, brows drooping down in consideration, like this was a game show and he'd lose points for the wrong answer. "I..." he looked around slowly, and then fixed his eyes on something outside. "I am a beekeeper." He blurted with confidence, and Dean had to move his hand to stifle a laugh.

"Oh really?" Dean said, shooting his eyebrows up and displaying an amused smile. "I figured with the threads you were some kinda accountant or something." He drawled out.

"Oh, this?" Cas looked down and played with his tie, and there was something so goddamn attractive about the way he tugged his trench coat open just to let it fall back into place. Mind out of the gutter Dean.

"This is what I wear when I deliver honey to the local shops," he explained, pointing over to the counter deftly, and man, was he pretty good at this game. "It’s purely sentimental at this point though," he said with a soft huff.

Dean didn’t think he’d ever seen Cas smile like this, not since he was human and working his first case, at least. Man he’d been so happy then, and Dean had just shut it all down. He couldn’t protect him, so he pushed him away instead.

Their eyes met, clear blue meeting speckled green, and a moment, happened. What exactly that meant, Dean couldn’t explain, but so many words were exchanged in just a few seconds. Memories, of all that they had been through together, of a tattered trench coat kept in the trunk of the impala, folded neat, for when he came back, if he came back, he had to come back.. of bloody hands gripping around it's stitches as the words "just do it" were sputtered through a broken jaw, of the dirt and grime purgatory coated it with. Of everything that stupid jacket meant, to the both of them.

"That’s nice..." was all he could think to say as he took another drink, glancing at the angel. His mind flashed to the canvas jacket he had kept in the back of his closet for almost a year. The bloody handprint caked into it's shoulder like the burden of grief was tangible, unable to touch, unable to let go. Dean wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he slept with that jacket tucked under his chin on more than a few nights.

Cas looked down at the little table, a million thoughts Dean would never know flickering through the cerulean of his eyes. He studied the texture of it's surface slowly, running his fingers over the tile, like there were secrets hidden there somewhere, encoded like a spell to stop the next big bad thing, like it was some kind’a lore that would explain why all these bad things keep happening and never seem to stop, never seem to stop long enough to say the things that linger between their every touch and fight and hunt and make-up and pat on the shoulder.

Cas shifted to grip his drink, hard enough to crinkle the flimsy brown cardboard, and downed it quickly with a far off look that bordered on painful for Dean to watch.

"I’m going to go throw this away." He announced as he got up, and all too soon the space between them deepened.

"Cas wait," Dean managed to call softly after him, but the angel was already halfway across the room.

Shit.

Don’t lose it Dean, don’t you dare lose him, not in this coffee shop, not with your stupid game, not today, not again, not ever.

He stood up.

Those steps from the table to the lids and sugar station across the room were the longest steps of Dean’s life. Gravity fought against him, fear like a dead weight tugging at his ankles. It’s amazing how so many thoughts can go through your head at once it almost feels like there’s none at all. The adrenaline was greater than that of a hunt.

Well, now or never. What the fuck does that mean? ‘Now or never’? Are you a fucking hallmark card Dean? No. I didn’t think so. You’re a goddamned moron is what you are. Christ this is stupid. What are you even gonna do when you get over there? What’s your big plan? You gonna do one of your apocalypse speeches? Well guess what buddy, the world isn’t ending at the moment, yeah, big shocker, I know. Goddamnit. He’s..right there. He’s throwing his cup in the bin. Just do something, just-

He grabbed him, actually grabbed Castiel, by the collar of his stupid little coat, and shoved him into the hallway where the restrooms and the employees only door stood as the only witness to what he was about to do.

Grow a pair.

Kiss him.

Kiss Castiel.

He loves you, he loves you goddammit.

The thoughts tumbled one on top of the other until he was falling through space and time, falling headfirst towards his best friend. A man, an angel. a rebel, a hunter.

Fuck, did Cas like it? Was this the right move? He- was he even doing anything? What was? What-

Hands. That's the first coherent thought Dean registered, besides the soft press of Cas’ lips against his own. Hands coming up around his waist, finding their way to the back of his neck, tugging at his hair, aligning their mouths together, so perfectly together, cupping his jaw as Cas huffed out a soft spund. He remembers the exact moment Cas’ lips parted for him, breaking the wall like a floodgate that had stood between them for so long, teeth met tongue, breath became a scarce necessity, an occasional hobby that rich people take up like golf or water polo, and all Dean could think was that it was Cas, his Cas. Cas was softly sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, Cas was tugging Dean's thigh towards his waist, Cas was... fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

"Ahem.."

Fuck.

Shit.

They broke apart fast and Dean turned to see a lady standing a few feet away, empty cup in hand, obviously on her way to throw it in the trash can and probably use the bathrooms they were currently blocking, before she was interrupted by the sight of two dudes kissing.

Heavily.

In a coffee shop.

At 9 am.

She covered her mouth in a mix of shock and embarrassment. ‘You don’t just cough when you see a gay couple kissing Veronica' Dean could practically hear the poor girl telling herself.

Dean almost laughed. Okay, he kinda did laugh.

Cas lightly hit his shoulder. "I apologize," he

said, swiftly turning to the girl, "that was... that was inappropriate of us." He nodded his head, seeming to decide on something. "We’ll be going now." Grabbing the arm of Dean’s jacket, he hauled him all the way out the front door.

"That was inappropriate of us?" Dean mocked incredulously as the bells of the shop jingled closed behind them. He doubled over with laughter as the still chill morning air filled his lungs, "that was inappropriate of us? Ha!" He slapped his thigh, "that one’s goin’ in the books Cas, I mean it. Ah...."

"I was trying to be polite, Dean." the angel interjected. His eyes crinkled soft around the edges, deepening his crows feet. He folded his arms around his chest with flippant impatience but looked nonetheless amused at the sight of Dean bent over himself, chuckling profusely.

Dean started cracking up again as a very confused Sam rolled down the passenger window.

Shit, they forgot all about Sammy.

"Hey! "What took you guys so long?!" He called out over a spectacularly nerdy looking book.

They slipped back into the impala, Dean wiping tears from his eyes as Sam raised his eyebrows higher than the heavens, not so patiently awaiting an explanation. His gaze darted back and forth between the two of them.

"Nothing..." Dean exhaled lightly, shrugging his shoulders, still flushed from being kissed breathless, (possibly the best kiss of his life) and having a full on, middle school quality laughing fit.

"Nothing huh?" Sam questioned with a smirk as he watched Dean start up the engine.

"Let’s just say that-" Cas deepened his voice and leaned up from the backseat, "...that was inappropriate of us."

Dean reached back and shoved the angel’s shoulder, grinning and chuckling to himself as he put the car in reverse, letting his knuckles linger against the angel’s jaw for more than a moment. The three of them laughed, even though Sam was clueless. He was just happy to see them together.

It was perfect, in that moment, everything was just perfect.

"Wait, where's my coffee??"

Dean winced. His own cup long forgotten, he bit his tongue. Sammy would live.

"Guys..?"

Dean glanced at Cas.

"Guys, seriously where’s my coffee?"

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