#i always tried to find a guy like castiel

[lunajay33]

Secrets🕊️

Summary: You’re Sam and Deans sister and have been seeing Castiel behind their back, but what happens when you need to come clean when you find out yours and Castiels time together creates a little surprise

Pairing: Castiel x f!reader Winchester

•Masterlist•

Holding the pregnancy test in my hand felt surreal, if someone told me a few years ago that I’d be back to hunting monsters with my family and pregnant with an angels child I’d think they were crazy, but here I am in another motel bathroom, my brothers in the other room working on a case as I’m having a whirl wind of thoughts over take me

After some time I take a deep breath and put the test in my back pocket coming to terms that this secret Cas and I have kept under wraps needs to come to light, sneaking around always made things between us more fun but we also wanted to be able to just be together without the stress of Dean trying to kill Cas or their disapproval, plus with how many enemies were after Castiel it just felt safer to keep it a secret, a year long secret

I walk out of the bathroom fiddling with my hands sitting on one of the two beds

“Hey you okay kiddo?” Dean always called me that, he always sees me as that little sister who looked up to him when dad was away, which makes me feel even more guilty

“Can I talk to you guys for a moment” they instantly got up from the small motel table in the corner and sat on the bed across from me giving me their full attention

I never thought I’d be scared to tell my brothers something, Sammy was always the sweetest little brother and Dean always tried to protect me like it was his only mission in life

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Sam asked, worry written all over his face

“I’ve been keeping a secret from you guys just please promise me you won’t be disappointed in me” my chest was heavy and my stomach is bubbles of anxiety

“What did you do” Dean groaned but I know he’s just worried

I pulled out the pregnancy test and handed it over they immediately went wide eyed

“Is this real?”

“How the hell did this happen I don’t even ever see you flirt with anyone at bars, you don’t even look to the side of anyone” Dean sighed

“I don’t just go around hooking up”

“Then what? Is this the new Jesus?”

“Yeah about that…….”

“You can’t be serious” Sam said shocked

“What no it’s not immaculate conception, we wanted to wait and ease you both into this, we wanted it to just be the two of us for a bit but now with the pregnancy I can’t not tell you both any longer”

“We? You’ve been seeing someone?” Dean asked confused

“It’s C….” Before I could confess Castiel himself popped into the room making a bee line right to me, not even acknowledging Sam and deans questions as to why he was there, and kneeled infront of me holding my hands that were in my lap

“Y/n you haven’t answer my calls for almost 2 days do you know how worried I’ve been” he stated with those puppy eyes I feel in love with

“I’m sorry I’ve had a lot on my mind, there’s something I need to tell you too” whenever I was with cas it felt like we were in our own little bubble of love, completely forgetting why I was sitting on this bed in the first place

“You can’t be serious, you and Castiel? How long has this been a thing?” Dean said standing up now

“It’s been a year Dean, she is the love of my life, it was meant to be” Cas said matter o factly as he stood

“A year? You’ve been sneaking around for a year? How the hell did we not notice this Sam?” Sam just shrugged his shoulders

“And now you’re pregnant with an angel how is this going to end?”

Of course Dean had to be the one to blurt it out, Castiel turned to me wide eyed looking at my still flat belly no sign of a bump

“You’re with child? With my child?” He asked bewildered as he held my hips

“Are you mad?”

“Of course not, I love you and I’ll love this baby, you’re all my family now” I laid my head against his chest letting his warmth calm me down as he held me

“It’s going to be crazy to get use to but congrats guys” Sam said patting my back

“You better watch over them Cas or I swear to god” Dean groaned as he took a sip of his beer

After 8 and a half months it was time to pop, laying in a hospital bed with Sam and Dean sitting on the couch by my bed anxiously, of all the monsters we’ve fought this seemed to trump them all

“DEAN WHERES CAS?” I scream as another painful contraction courses through me

“I don’t know honey, I’ve been calling and praying” he says panicked as he gets up and dabs a cool cloth against my face

“I’m scared, what if the baby is an angel and it rips me apart, what if Cas can’t save me and I don’t get to say goodbye”

“Hey don’t talk like that you’re going to get through this, you’re a Winchester” Sam said trying to be supportive

A wosh of wings sounds through the room and Castiel is there by my side

“I’m sorry some demons had me I got here as fast as I could”

“It hurts so much, make it stop” I whimper as he presses two of his fingers to my forehead immediately easing my pain

“The child is already stronger than I had hoped”

“What does that mean? Will she be okay?” Dean asked his eye brows pinching together

“I will have to dull its powers until she has given birth” he worked his magic and the pressure lessened before I felt the urge to push

Everything happened so fast, the doctor came rushing in helping guide me as cas kept dulling my senses to get rid of the pain when a cry brought me back to reality

“Congratulations on a beautiful baby girl” the doctor said laying her in my chest before giving us space

Sam Dean and Castiel surrounded my bed all looking at this little bundle of bright life, she opened her eyes and all that emitted was bright white and blue light, like when cas would go supernova

“She’s beautiful, she looks just like you”

“Except for the glowing orbs” Dean stated

“Yes well that will fade over time as she grows but she will still have powers”

“What’s should we name her cas?”

“She looks like a Pam” I couldn’t help but laugh at such a name for a baby

“How about Samantha, and maybe the next one could be after Dean” I smile up at my two brothers who had tears in their eyes

“I think it’s perfect, you’re perfect”

“You did good sis, we’re proud of you”

#castiel x reader #castiel x y/n #castiel x you #castiel imagine #castiel fluff #castiel fanfiction #castiel fic #castiel #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x you #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #dean winchester fluff #supernatural imagine #supernatural one shot #supernatural

[mrs-veilmont]

LOOK. AT. HIM.... He is my childhood crush... I guess I have a thing for long hair for a looong time, I didn't even realize it. I fell in love with Castiel immediately tho ☻

he is so cute💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

#just my nonsenses #rambling #prince #snow white #i always tried to find a guy like castiel #AND HE WAS THERE #like... look at your dvds gurl

[trenchcoatimpala]

Don't Fade

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Dean wasn’t going to admit that it was awkward. Cas had been back for three days and he hadn’t been able to say anything. He didn’t know what to say, or how to say it, or if he could even find the words to make sense of what was going on in his head. Cas was patient, he didn’t ask for anything, didn’t bring up that day and Dean didn’t know if he was disappointed about it or relieved. 

He’d hugged Cas within an inch of his newfound life when the ritual had worked and the angel had appeared before him and Sam in the library. He may have cried but Sam wouldn’t know that and Cas knew well enough not to mention it, and why shouldn’t he cry? When a guy confesses his love to you and then dies you’re allowed to cry when he comes back. 

The problem with it all was that Dean didn’t actually know how he felt about Cas. He knew he cared about him, deeply, more than he’d ever cared about anyone except for Sam, but he also knew that he didn’t love Cas like he loved Sam. He said he did. Always calling Cas brother and friend, but there was something scratching at the surface of those words, something unspoken that Dean tried to suck the air from so it withered and died and he could leave it buried. 

But it was like that feeling thrived on being smothered,it was even more desperate the longer he let it simmer, suffocating under dirt and grit as worms tried to eat it, but it only grew stronger. A pull in his heart that yanked him by a chain, dragging him up and down a proverbial road, and he couldn’t shake it, couldn’t drown it, couldn’t burn it to the ground, it clung to him like a parasite, and he should admit it was a welcome one, but he couldn’t. Admitting it made it real and if it was real he could lose it. He’d already lost Cas, too many times, and each time was as unbearable as the last, as if he was the one suffocating, buried in his own grave with panic brawling in his chest as he tried to dig himself out. 

And he knew what that was like. The first time Cas had touched him had been to put him back in his grave and since then Dean had been gravitating towards him, wanting that touch to consume him. He’d often found himself staring at the handprint on his shoulder in the days following Cas’ sacrifice. It was a faint outline now, weathered by time. And terror had crashed into him as he realized this time Cas being gone might be for real, and this would be the first place Castiel, Angel of the Lord had touched him, as well as the last, and the remnants of that first time were all but a few bumps on pink flesh, and the shadow of the last time was fading fast in crusted blood on a jacket he couldn’t bear to throw away. 

Tears had poured hot and unsteady down his cheeks as he looked at the handprint he’d bore for the past twelve years. He didn’t have anyone left to pray to or believe in, but in that moment, staring at the reflection of what he had left of his best friend, the words came out of him, a wretched sob curled up in a plea; the sister of a prayer: “Don’t fade.” 

“Please don’t fade, don’t go, you can’t leave me,” Dean begged. “Not all of you, please, this is all I have left.” 

Don’t fade.

Don’t fade.

Don’t fade.

He had chanted over and over again, and yeah, okay, maybe Dean did know how he felt about Cas, and maybe that was why it was so awkward to be around him. What if Cas had changed his mind in the empty? What if he didn’t love him anymore? What if he didn’t know how? What if Dean didn’t know how to let someone in like that? What if an angel and human couldn’t even be together? Was there some kind of law against it? There probably should be. But Dean also didn’t want to care about all that because for once in his life he had a shot at something that would make him happy and shouldn’t he take it? Didn’t he deserve it? After everything he’d been through, everywhere his body had been dragged across the Earth by an Archangel, all the times his psyche had been toyed with, didn’t he deserve to let himself love? 

“Dean?” 

Dean looked up to see Cas in his doorway and he realized he was sitting with his hand cradling his shoulder, the shoulder that was home to Cas’ burning touch. “Oh, uh, hey,” he said awkwardly, shifting on the bed. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, ‘course,” Dean replied, forcing a smile. 

Cas sighed, long suffering and sad. “Please don’t lie to me.” 

“Cas-” 

“No, Dean, if this is about what I said to you before I-” 

“Before you died?” Dean finished for him, standing up so he could confront the angel. “Yeah, you know what, Cas, it is about what you said. How could you say that to me?” 

“I didn’t think I would see you again,” Cas said quietly, barely managing to look at Dean. 

Dean turned away from him, anger burning suddenly in his veins. “Is that supposed to make it better? What, you don’t think I can handle you being in love with me, so you leave it to a deathbed confession so you don’t have to find out!?” 

“I knew you didn’t feel the same way,” Cas replied defensively. “I didn’t see any point in bringing it up to you sooner.” 

Dean couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Wait, so you just decided for me how I felt?” The confusion on Cas’ face only spurred Dean on. “You’re an idiot,” he snapped. “You don’t even know- God, Cas, you drive me fucking insane!” 

“I don’t understand,” Cas said, tilting his head to survey Dean. 

“How I feel about you,” Dean began, trying to reign himself in, “Cas, man, there aren’t words.” He shrugged off his flannel and pushed up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal the handprint, “You gave me this, before we even properly met, and it’s all I had of you, every single time I lost you, it was the only thing I had left, and every day it gets harder and harder to see and you have no idea how much that hurts me. Because it’s like watching you fade away as if you never existed, as if we never had anything between us. And when you were gone I tried to remember what you sounded like, what it felt like when you healed me, how my name sounded when you said it, and I prayed for you back. I wanted it so badly I was dizzy with it. And now you’re here, and you dare to tell me you don’t think I love you back?”

Cas was staring at him, shock emanating from his very being. “I never thought- Dean, I don’t know what to say.” 

“I have a lot of issues, which you know,” Dean said as he drew closer to Cas, “and one of those issues is not being very good at saying how I feel, or letting myself want things, but I want you, Cas. I don’t know when it started but I do, and I don’t know who I am without that want.” Cas was close now, his eyes blown wide in surprise and lust. “Touch me,” Dean begged, his lips mere inches from Cas’, “touch me like it’s the first time.” 

Cas surged forward, one hand coming up to cup Dean’s cheek and the other to land on his shoulder. Fire surged through the contact and Dean felt the burn of Cas’ hand imprinting on his skin, refreshing a mark that had come to be Dean’s greatest companion, and the kiss that followed was a promise shaped in the hot brand of tongues sliding against tongues and prayers finally being answered.

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#how many times can I write the same thing over and over again? #destiel fic #destiel #spn #supernatural #deancas #dean winchester #castiel #my writing #trenchcoatimpala writes

[dykeydean]

read on ao3

"Look at us. Just a couple’a guys with daddy issues hangin’ out on the floor.” Dean leans his back against the edge of the bed. An empty bottle lays next to him, and he’s working his way through another.

“Look at us,” Castiel repeats. He’s sitting rigidly across from Dean, his back against the couch, his legs crossed neatly. He’s holding a beer that Dean has to remind him to drink from. It feels like blasphemy, it feels like religion.

“Y’know,” Dean starts, looking up at the ceiling, because he can only look at those eyes for so long, “I always knew I was disappointing one father. Never knew I was disappointing two.”

Castiel doesn’t respond. He’s always been kinda bad at this- conversation, that is. Talking, instead of just listening. Dean doesn’t tease him about it, this time. He’s grateful to have someone to talk to.

“You ever feel like that?” Dean asks, tipping his head back down to catch Castiel’s gaze. “Like you’re screwing everything up?”

Castiel is silent for a moment, and at first Dean thinks he isn’t going to say anything. Typical of Dean to overstep like that. But, finally, the angel speaks. “Yes,” he says hesitantly. “It is… difficult. When your father is God. To feel as if… you’re doing it all wrong. Not to receive back any fraction of the devotion you have given Him.” He pauses. “That was blasphemous.”

“Yeah,” Dean agrees, lifting his beer and motioning for them both to drink. A toast, to disappointing your father. “Think my whole life has been blasphemous.”

“Mine is only just beginning to be. It is terrifying.”

“Does it scare you? To… to think stuff?”

“So much,” Castiel confesses.

“Yeah.” Dean looks up at the ceiling again. Same popcorn ceiling as always, just different shaped stains. Motels don't differ much. If he tries, he can imagine he's twelve again, gripping a shotgun and staring up at the ceiling in bed, waiting for his dad to come home. “My dad- he might as well have been God, for all I cared. He created my whole world, and left over and over again. Hell, at least I got some sorta closure for mine.” He fixes Castiel with an apologetic look. “You don't really have that.”

“Fathers are often Gods,” Castiel says, turning his face away. Dean nods and sets his empty glass to the side, reaching out to pluck Castiel’s out of his hand. Castiel doesn't seem to mind. Fathers are often Gods. Dean turns it over in his head as he drinks. Maybe God is on Earth, the Holy Spirit spread between all the deadbeat dads of the world.

Dean gazes at Castiel and thinks it is so easy to look at the angel this way. When he's not looking, not fixing him with that intense stare, like he can see through into his very soul. Hell, he probably can. Sure has before.

“Can I ask you something?” Castiel says, turning back to Dean, who drops his gaze.

“Shoot.”

“Do you ever pray?”

Dean snorts and shakes his head. “Nope. Not once. Not even when my ma died.”

“But you pray to me.”

Dean scratches the back of his neck, looking embarrassed, looking anywhere but the too-raw angel across from him. “Yeah.” He doesn't elaborate. How could he?

Castiel doesn't press. Dean is grateful. They're silent for a few minutes, both staring up at the ceiling together. It might as well be the starry night sky, for the way they look at it. “I try so hard to be like him. To do the things I was meant to do,” Castiel says. “And yet, I find myself asking questions. Having doubts. Making choices and doing things that I was not ordered to do.”

“Rebellious phase,” Dean jokes, but he nods like he understands. He does. “Hell, Cas, I’m no angel, but I was raised like a soldier, same as you. I’ve been there.”

“How do you move past it?” Castiel whispers, and he looks so afraid, so honest that it rocks Dean to his core.

“Honestly?” Dean asks, and Castiel nods. Dean sighs and offers the beer back, and Castiel drinks it gratefully. Dean knows the feeling. “You don't. You ask the questions. You have the doubts. You do more than you were made for or you’re gonna spend your whole life following your dead dad’s footsteps. I won't exactly call myself a great role model for that, but it's all true.”

Castiel looks so pale. Dean wonders why angels even need blood in the first place, why he's not always pale. How this cosmic being can sit across from him and share a beer. He wonders what his dad would think. He decides he doesn't care- or at least, he prefers Cas’s company to his dad’s opinion.

“I think I am going to fall,” Castiel says quietly.

Dean nods. “Yeah,” he says. “Think you already are, buddy.”

#supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #destiel #ezra posts #writing #supernatural fic #fic #ficlet #drabble #my writing

[gabriels-wings-of-freedom]

sorry to bother but..

just imagining gabriel calming down an angry and pissed off s/o at the Winchesters in particular

bonus if they dont get angry easily

also you're one of my favorite gabe/spn blogs who still post ^^♥

Awwww, thank you!! Enjoy!💖

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Mad

The Winchester boys really piss you off one day. Luckily, Gabriel is there to stop any homicides from happening.

The boys have finally done it. They hit a new low that's so low that you actually managed to get angry at them. In fact, it wasn't just one thing. It was a multitude of things that built up until you finally snapped at them.

And it was scary.

Dean always was one to irritate a little, but Sam was too nice for that. It was only when he was influenced by his older brother that things can get bad. Normally, you chalk it up to boys being boys and try not to mind so much. However, recently, they did something that caused you to go over the edge.

You couldn't even remember all the things that led up to this. All you did know was that you had gone out of your way to buy groceries for them, your car had then been stolen. You called Dean to come and get you, but he didn't answer his phone. Later, Sam called and apologized (Dean had been "busy"), and said they would come get you in a minute. They never did, and you ended up hitching a ride with a stranger that you hoped wasn't a demon all the way back to the bunker where you met a frazzled Sam and a drunk Dean.

That's when you unleashed hell.

"I have gone so damn long without getting mad here! But now you start this shit by FORGETTING about me! Leaving me to find my own way back here!" You shouted at them, Dean (drunk as he is) still looking scared while Sam tried to talk you down.

"Y/N, listen, I know-"

"Do I sound like I'm done yelling at you? I'm pissed!" You shouted, and Sam's mouth shut as he took in your rage like a child. In the midst of your yelling, you couldn't hear the small fluttering of wings as two angels arrived in the room.

"See Castiel, I told you-woah...What did we miss?" Gabriel asked the younger angel as he took in the scene. Castiel looked at your angered form, a scared look then formed in his eyes, and he noped out of there.

Leaving Gabriel alone.

Normally, Gabriel wished you would get angry more often. The boys take advantage of you sometimes because they know you'll forgive them. Well, Gabriel isn't so forgiving. If anything, they deserved a good yelling at by you. However, he knew it wasn't good for you to be so riled up.

"Y/N, Y/N, listen me. I need you to listen." Gabriel suddenly appeared before you, blocking your view from the boys like intervening a fight between two feral dogs.

You just stared at him, still pissed, maybe even more so now that he stood in your way.

"As hot as it is, you don't need to get so worked up cupcake. It isn't good for you." Gabriel then placed his hands on your shoulders, which calmed you slightly. But only slightly.

"But you heard what they did to me. And by the way, thanks for the angelic assistance." You then snapped at him for not sensing that you were in need of help. However, Gabriel took your petty anger with grace, gently rubbing your shoulders.

"I'm sorry about that. I was caught up in things. But they aren't worth your anger, Y/N. Nothing is worse than you losing that sweet smile you have." Gabriel flirted a little, which caused a slight grin to grow on your face.

"See? There it is! The smile I missed so much!" The archangel teased you before moving to kiss you quickly, which caused you to giggle. Him soon joining your now giddy demeanor.

"Thanks Gabe. I needed some calming down." You said to him, and he just nuzzled his head against yours, his cheek touching yours.

"Anytime cupcake." He whispered, and you guys were just kind of in your own little world.

Meanwhile, Sam and Dean were frozen in both fear and amazement. Fear because they didn't know if your wrath was over, and if they dared move you would strike. And amazement because they didn't know that Gabriel had such calming powers despite his impish personality.

Suddenly, the fluttering of wings sounded.

"Is it safe?" Castiel's voice whispered behind the boys.

"We...don't know." Dean responded, still watching you guys. However, that seemed like code to Castiel.

"Understood." The angel then said before placing a hand on both Dean and Sam's shoulder. With a fluttering of wings, the three of them were gone and to safety, leaving you and Gabriel alone.

And your rage may be gone, but Gabriel was just getting started.

Those boys were in a rude awakening for angering you.

#supernatural #supernatural imagines #supernatural gabriel #gabriel x reader #gabriel imagine

[fallingrealms16]

Destiel Fic Recs Part 2

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heheh part 2 <33333 I couldn't fit these in part 1 (*<3*)

Sounds of Someday by AlucardsBiddies

36K Words // Chapters: 13/16 // 6K Hits // UNCOMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

"His relationship with Cas is complicated. Dean doesn't know if he can fix what’s broken between them. But he sure as hell can fix the roof of the cabin so it doesn't cave when the first snowfalls.” ------------------------------------------- Dean’s world has crumbled around him. Learning God's responsible for every awful thing in his life is hitting him hard and worst of all he pushed the person he loves most away. Determined to fix them, Dean tracks Cas down to Rufus's old cabin hoping to repair it and their relationship along the way.

2. Living Broken Adjacent by LittleAngelCassie

135K Words // Chapters: 41/41 // 27K Hits // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Hunt/Capture/Celebrate/Repeat. Dean Winchester’s world in four words: simple with no fuss. He’s not had a single, life-altering moment in the 13 years since he joined his dad as a professional bounty hunter. Why fix what’s not broken? That is, until everything around Dean comes to a screeching halt, leaving him alone in new surroundings. Suddenly, Dean’s forced to live in his own version of the Cuckoo’s Nest with the biter, the licker, and the joker. Where angels abound, and his roommate’s haunting blue eyes make him wonder about all his past choices. He’s got this no problem, right? WRONG! Who knew laughter and love could be found within the dull, institutional walls of a psychiatric hospital, teaching Dean that no one is ever truly broken, but sometimes you simply find yourself lost and stumbling through a life where you are living …broken adjacent.

3. Empty Spaces by thisisapaige

48K Words // Chapters: 20/20 // 5K Hits // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

[Castiel] found the colour. It was a green, one of the few gentle colours at the edges of his dreams and the one he tried to capture in his paintings, never quite finding the right hue. He spent so long chasing the colours, trying to find it though pills and needles, but they always evaded his grasp. Yet he found one, right here, hiding in the eyes of a stranger. He studied the colour, the subtle differences between dark and light, the little flecks of gold nearly hidden in the sea of green, the ring around the outside. He studied it, trying to commit the colour to memory. The other man cleared his throat. “Uh, dude?” Oh. Castiel forgot the colour was attached to a person. ~~~ What if Castiel had fallen before the start of the series and met Dean on a routine hunt? Set in the spring before Dean goes to find Sam in Stanford. Intended as a three part series.

4. Breathe In | Breathe Out by Elizabeth1985

222K Words // Chapters: 38/38 // 17K Hits // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Guilt-stricken, Dean finds himself wasted on the asphalt behind a club with Gadreel’s trail gone cold. In what he believed was his lowest moment, Castiel came and picked him up, giving him hope for a future. But it’s all taken from him; everything he was gets twisted. The very soul of him being corrupted. Castiel has seen the ages of the world, the tragedies that would cripple the strongest men. But this? It changes everything. Mending Dean’s mind and soul should be his only priority and yet, that too, is stolen from him.

5. Starstruck by peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim)

203K Words // Chapters: 50/50 // 223K hits // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

From the outside Castiel Novak looks like a regular guy: a good job, two teenage kids, a nice house and a crappy car he’s way too attached to. But there’s one thing no one knows about him: that, over twenty years ago, he used to live next to none other than Dean Winchester – back then a brash and loud-mouthed boy and nowadays a huge movie star and Hollywood’s sweetheart. Castiel never bothered to tell anyone about his childhood friend because frankly, who would believe him? Probably even Dean himself already forgot about his former awkward and weird neighbor, so Castiel seriously doesn’t see any point in mentioning the whole thing ever. But then an interview on national TV happens where Dean reveals way more about his past than ever before … and Castiel - as well as the rest of the world - suddenly realizes that he left a much bigger impact on Dean’s life than he originally thought.

6. Fools Rush In by sysrae

132K Words // Chapters: 35/35 // 40K Hits // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

''I'm sorry,' he said. The words came out in a gulp. He stumbled backwards, knocking over a pile of books and for once not caring, stopping only when he hit his desk. 'I shouldn't – I shouldn't have done that.' 'The hell you shouldn't,' Dean panted, touching two fingers against his mouth. It wasn't until he stared at their tips, his expression almost wondering, that Cas realised he was looking for blood – that he must have actually bitten him. Lust, and embarrassment, burned in him like fire. He gripped the edge of the desk and levered himself behind it, falling into his chair before his legs could give out. Had he ever kissed anyone like that? Had anyone ever kissed him like that? And why, of all people, did Dean Winchester have to be the one to make him wonder?'

Fools Rush In is a Destiel AU, complete with loan shark Crowley, cults, FBI politicking, and All The Angst Forever. Plus and also: smut.

#destiel fanfic recs #destiel fanfiction #destiel #dean and cas #dean x castiel #dean is bi #dean winchester #deancas #castiel #castiel winchester #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #alternate universe #spn #books and literature

[shelbgrey]

Heyy!

my ask is

can i get something like the reader is gabriel's girlfriend but She is also sam and dean's little sister?

first time i ask someone🥲

greetings from hungary!🇭🇺

Thanks for the request buddie, hope it's okay this is in Headcanon form and greetings from the US🇺🇸

The Winchester and the Trickster: Gabe Headcanons

Paring: Gabriel x Winchester!Reader

Summary: headcanons on what it's like to be the youngest winchester and dating Gabe

MasterList

Your guys story starts before you even knew it did.

Gabe is your guardian angel and knew who you were for a long time. His job as your Garudian Angel is the only thing he took seriously.

If you and choose to be together you might keep it a secret at first.

Not only are you a hunter your the youngest winchester, which means the brothers are extremely over protective of you.

It took a while for you to except gabes love but you don't regret it what so ever.

He may seem like a villan to everyone else but he treats you like a queen.

After a while you and him do get cought by Sam. Gabe decided to stay over at the bunker one night after the boys went on a hunt. You both were in the middle of a heated make out sessions when Sam walked in.

Dean didn't like it one bit. He didn't trust Gabe and he sure as hell didn't want gabe around you.

Sam on the other had was questionable about it but tried to see it your way.

After a while the boys got over it and even started getting along with him.

I think him and Dean would intentionally get on each other's nerves and constantly teas each other.

Sam and him get along okay but Sam gets tired of the sarcasm.

Gabe will help out on hunts as much as possible but he's mainly there to protect you. You'll come out of a hunt without a scratch with him, that's a promise.

He never fails to make you laugh and always has you smiling.

His kisses are rough and passionate. They're usually unexpected and he isn't afraid to kiss you in front of your brothers.

You love his wings. With the gaurdian angel connection your the only one who can see his golden wings.

Be prepared for candy wrappers and angel feathers every where. Mainly in your shared room in the bunker.

He'll watch whatever show you love at the time and will always try to enjoy the music you love.

You'll qoute movies and make movie reference together all the time.

He'll go under cover with you for a hunt all the time. His favorite FBI names to use is Agent Scully and Mulder.

He's the best cuddler. You never slept well with a the anxiety that comes with being a hunter but if he's there with his arms around you, you have enough peace and comfter to sleep well.

You'll help him prank your brothers all the time. No matter the consequence it's worth the laugh.

Castiel is your best friend so be prepared for some jealousy. That's gabes down fall.

He trusts and loves you but he's afraid you'll find someone better and leave him. There's always been a part of him that thinks he's too bad for you.

That's not true. You love every part of him but he had to stop hurting your brothers before you could continue to date him.

Speaking of which. During all his torture and pranks he's pulled you were never harmed. He knew how close you a Dean were so he made sure you didn't see or remember him dying at the mystery spot.

He'd ask you to marry him but since the world always seemes to be ending you'd nevr have a big fancy wedding but your brothers and Castile help make a tine wedding special.

When Jack comes around the both of you take him and become his aunt and uncle or parent figures.

I think after everything calms down in the world you'd end up adopting Jack.

Even though it started off Rocky but everything is okay now. As long as he's around no harm will come.

That's all for now buds

#Gabriel x reader #Gabriel #Supernatural gabriel #Gabriel imagines #Supernatural imagines #sam winchester x reader #Dean winchester x reader #Winchester #Winchester x sister reader #Carry on my wayward son #Castiel x reader #Castiel #Sam Winchester #Dean winchester #Richard speight Jr #Rob Benedict

[ardentpoop]

girl which one is unity 😭 the whole season is melted together to me

lmfao. I get it but also you should rewatch that one bc there’s so much you can do with it I unironically love it

the one where jack is like turning into a bomb bc dean wants to throw him at chuck lmao. cas telling sam “you’re not crazy, your instincts are right” - something he always wants to hear but is never told bc opposing dean IS crazy in this universe. dean pulling a gun on sam when he tries to protect jack. dean being like “ok quickly you guys keep it moving” to cas and jack while sam is on the ground but cas looking around dean to ask sam “why should we stop? is there another way out of this” - direct disobedience of dean from Castiel Angel Of The Lord. bc sam was telling them to stop and it’s their son’s life on the line. dean having such a violently negative reaction to finding out that he’s expected to be puppeteered by someone else (chuck) for the rest of his life bc he Cannot lose control like that, whereas sam’s been painfully aware of his own lack of control for most of the past 15 years so he’s like it’ll be okay dean we’ve dealt with worse we’ll get through it together. deans “I would sacrifice everyone in the world to be able to kill chuck right now I don’t care!!!!” and sam knowing perfectly well what he’s doing when he asks him “even me? you’d sacrifice me?” chuck bursting in when sam gets dean to put the gun down (bc dean’s destructive tendencies are always aimed at Other People - most often sam - and they are always framed as self-destructive/suicidal, which is Fascinating and horrible) fed up with these stupid defective brothers for never giving him the poetic fratricide ending he wants - they’re not like the other pairs of protagonists he built, they’re “too sad, too broken,” too willing to give up pieces of themselves and everything else to be able to stay together. he’s been watching them do this infuriating dance for years and he’s sick of them. to say nothing of chuck and amara at the beginning and how their ending contrasts with samndean’s. the title of the episode is unity and in it dean points a gun at sam and knocks him to the ground bc he’s trying to stop him from sending their kid off to violently die . in the halls of the family home which is a bunker isolated from the rest of the world bristling with metaphorical ghosts .

lowkey this is the true finale to me every episode post 15.17 is mostly meaningless fluff in my mind

#I Could Go On!!!!!! but this is just unstructured babbling so I’ll stop #asks #anon #spn

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Slouching Towards Bethlehem

Author: norahastuff

Artist: Logan

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Length: 27000

Warnings: undefined

Tags: Canon compliant (more or less) Takes place during season 4 and 5 Grace Healing Dreamwalking Late night conversations A whole lot of beach talk

Posting Date: October 6, 2023

Summary: It's the end of the world, and neither Dean nor Castiel is feeling particularly fine. But while the world is still spinning, they have to find a way to keep living in it. The Apocalypse may not seem like the best time to forge a bond, but if some small measure of happiness can be found amidst all the pain and uncertainty that surrounds them, that can only be a good thing. And maybe sometimes good things do happen.

Excerpt: Dean seemed remarkably at ease, the relaxed lines of his body oddly distracting sprawled across the chair. “You sound like you disagree.” Castiel shrugged. “Sam knows you better than I do.” “In some ways. Come on, Cas, let’s not pretend. You get me.” His tone was light, but Castiel knew he was serious. He was aware he connected with Dean on a level that he couldn’t quite make sense of. Yes, Dean understood him, but he understood Dean too. While he’d been hesitant before to contradict Sam on his brother’s deepest desires, Dean had asked. Castiel met his gaze. “That life… It’s what you think you should want.” “Yeah,” Dean said, leaning back in his seat and folding his hands behind his head. “That’s where I landed with that whole thing too. Sam’s not wrong, if things were different, Lisa and I… maybe we could make it work. But they’re not. Even if we save the world, I’ll still be me. And I mean, I don’t actually know her all that well, anyway. We might end up hating each other if we try to give it a go for real.” Dean shrugged. “White picket fences sound good in theory, but really, I don’t think I’m the Mr. Suburbia type. Hawaii and Springsteen, though? That sounds like my kinda thing.” “I thought you didn’t like to fly?”  Dean waved a hand dismissively. “I’ll take a bucket of Valium. Or we can charter a yacht. I’ve always wanted to go on a yacht.” “Well, my most recent experience on a boat wasn’t particularly enjoyable.” Since he was exiled from Heaven, he hadn’t known where he was going to wind up when he’d activated the banishing sigil he’d carved into his chest. A shrimping boat off the coast of Delacroix wouldn’t have been his first guess. “Big difference between fishing trawlers and luxury yachts, buddy. Come on, me, you... maybe Sam. He’s not much of a beach guy, but we’ll give it a shot. Might have to max out a few credit cards to make it work, but fuck it, right?” Dean’s eyes sparkled from something more than the alcohol. There was a vibrancy, something unquantifiable Castiel couldn’t put a name to. He was so emphatically alive, and Castiel didn’t care anymore whether they won or lost. Everything he had done had been worth it. Every additional second that Dean’s light burned in this godforsaken universe made it worth it.  Dean had balked when Castiel had compared him to Helen of Troy. Had claimed no one would ever go to war over him. Castiel had almost laughed at the absurdity. Helen may have summoned a nation to arms, but Dean could bring this universe to his knees if he tried. Castiel was suddenly glad he’d never had any real power to speak of. He wasn’t sure how far he’d go in service of protecting Dean, of preserving his happiness if he had the ability. He’d burn it all down if he had to.

DCBB 2023 Posting Schedule

#dcbb 2023 #fic preview #2023 promo #deancas #destiel

[valachi]

Alexy HCs that make sense to me

Obs¹: Those may not make sense to everyone but in my heart they do.

Obs²: english isn't my first language.

Alexy has an attachment-avoidant way, even though he's deeply scared of being abandoned;

Listens to Arca, Bjork, Dorian Electra, Kim Petras, etc;

Alexy and Castiel follow each other in lastfm and discuss about music;

Alexy had and ed atsp;

Would love to keep a bird as a pet;

Loves some tea, the boy's a professional gossiper;

Was once pretty active on stantwt;

Alexy was diagnosed with adhd as a kid;

He has an ethical aquiline nose, he's ethnically Ashkenazi;

SNAKE BITES PIERCING !

He was an indie kid in 2020;

He has an surprising amount of guys in his dms;

Always gets lots of chocolate and letters at Valentines Day;

Makes kanji stuff;

Some of their traits are completely opposite;

Alexy is kind of popular on tiktok, twitter and instagram, a niche celebrity I'd say;

Has loooots of sanrio stuff, his fav is cinnamon roll;

Smokes socially;

Alexy doesn't decline a blunt and is pretty chill when high;

Loves gin drinks;

Even though he had some experience, Kentin was the first time Alexy truly fell in love;

Stans kpop girl groups, absolutely loves twice and Momo is his utt;

Eats everyone out while playing just dance;

Likes horror movies like every queer, even though he's easily scared;

Halloween enthusiast;

Collects cds and vinyls;

Low-key attracted to vampires;

Besides them canonically painting their toenails due to fear of society's reaction, I believe that they don't gaf and loves to paint their nails;

His notebook is full of doodles, he finds it hard to not move and pay attention at class;

Loves thrifting!

Big ego, low self-esteem, belives no one will ever fall in love with him;

Easily feels like a burden;

Suffered bullying due to being adopted, neurodivergent and gay;

Low-key into astrology;

He sucks at math, physics, chemistry, etc but is a literature, history and sociology enthusiast;

Finds himself kind of dumb due to his lack of concentration;

Easily mistaken as a girl due to their androgynous look;

Is always laughing alone at the jokes their inside voice tells them;

Can be melancholic and depressive sometimes;

Plays Mario Cart with Armin;

As a teenager, he often was his male friend's first gay experience;

Has self-destructive acts related to sex, self-harm, ed and social isolation;

Besides being a cis man, Alexy goes by he/they and sometimes she/her as a joke;

Lets his hair grow ever since he was a kid and would throw a tantrum whenever his parents tried to cut it;

Lana stan;

Sh scars in his tighs;

Was kind of a teenage dirtbag;

Spicy headcanons (they're 18 in hsl and an adult in ul and ll)

Switch but mostly bottoms;

Lost their V card at 17;

Def a sub and a brat even though he finds boring to follow roles;

Always up to experimenting;

Done it outside, gave a handjob under the table, gave head while the guy was driving, etc;

Helped a friend who owns an onlyfans acc letting the friend film him while doing the deed;

Likes a little pain;

Rope bunny;

Low-key into older men or "daddies";

Sometimes, he uses sex as a coping mechanism;

Have been the "little secret" of some straight guys;

That's it, thanks for reading!

#mcl #cdm #amordoce #amoursucre #amor doce #alexy #headcanon #cdm Alexy #mcl alexy #hcs #hsl #my candy love #corazon de melon #beemoov #amor doce armin #amor doce castiel #mcl high school life #mcl hsl #amor doce Alexy #amour sucre kentin

[alexsoenomel]

That Summer Dress (Dean Winchester x Reader smut)

Summary: You have to wear a dress for a case and Dean really likes it *wink*

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: psychotic ghost and sexy times (BJ’s and big O’s) 

Word count: 3104

Note: I wrote this in 2019. Enjoy! Like/Reblog or both if you like it! :)

“Do you really have to use me as bait?“ I asked while my will to live was slowly leaving my body and soul.

“Hey the ghost likes to kill girls and since both of us have dicks...” Dean said but I cut him off.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Case in a nutshell: Not so long ago a serial killer named Ted Bundy existed and he liked to kill women, saying hardcore pornography made him do it (Dean to that: “Yeah right.”). Well, turns out the world is even more fucked up than I thought; he had a fan. A fan so dedicated to keep his notorious legacy alive, he made sure not to cross over when he dies; and he died 10 years ago. He liked to kill pretty girls in fucked up ways, the similarities between his MO and Ted’s were uncanny. His main preference, were girls who wore pretty dresses. After he would kill them, he would keep the dresses, sick bastard. Some say he would put on the dress of his first victim, his wife, every time he would kill. We burnt the body but he was still in his house. So, naturally we decided to go there and see what’s keeping him here, in Tacoma, Washington.

It was 6pm and time for us to get to work. This shitty motel room was slowly driving me mad; I was ready to kick something.

“Are you guys ready?” I asked putting on my backpack.

“(Y/N) are you forgetting something?” Dean then asked me. 

“What?”

“You said it yourself he likes girls in dresses.” Sam said.

Oh shit.

“You really want me to wear a dress? REALLY?”

Dean jokingly told me I would have to wear a dress and also added how hot I would look before we came here; turns out he wasn’t joking. Dean and I were kind of more than just friends. We weren’t together either. Ever since I’ve first met him one night in a bar back home (Lebanon, Kansas) we were drawn to each other. He, of course typical Dean, tried to flirt with me and get in my pants but I wasn’t in the mood. I lost my friend to a vampire that day and I was grieving, with whiskey. He started with small talk which I hate more than anything, but because I was attracted to him I gave him a pass and soon after we found common ground. We were in the same business, liked the same music and overall been through a lot of similar crap. Plus he was SO lucky in the gene department; those green eyes and full pink lips were enough to make me want him under/on top of me. That night we talked for what it seemed like forever, about hunting, life, everything...that night I saw his true colors and he saw mine, which was strange for both of us, considering the fact we don’t open up easily and to just anybody. We didn’t fuck that night though. Oh no, after that I haven’t seen him in 3 long months. He was busy trying to find his angel friend Castiel and nephilim named Jack; and I was busy hunting werewolves in Los Angeles. We would text each other every once in a while but that was it, before, he one day called me asking if I want to join him and his little brother. Of course I said yes. That was and still is one of the greatest discussions I have ever made. Ever since my friend died I’ve been hunting alone and the loneliness was killing me. I still miss her terribly. It was nice having company like Sam and Dean. Sam soon became that friend everyone wishes to have; the one who takes care of you and is always there if you have a problem and Dean, well Dean was your friend’s hot brother you desperately wanted to bang. And I did...one drunken night when we were left alone. Sam was the one who needed to clear his head so he went for a long walk and Dean and I were left to do research for our next case. We were a little hard on that bottle of whiskey Dean had bought that day so we did anything but that. When Sam got back he found us both collapsed in Dean’s bed naked (thank god we were covered with a sheet). The next day was pretty awkward for him. Poor Sammy...

I don’t even remember what we did; I just know he gave me the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had. It was mind-blowing. We haven’t really gotten a chance to talk about it since we have been working 24/7, so this brings us to now... I get jealous every time a girl even looks at Dean in a way I don’t like, and Dean is the same. One time when a guy bought me a drink, Dean just drank it instead of me. So we were friends but there was something more to it...

Back to reality...

“If you want us to get rid of that son of a bitch yeah.” Dean said with an obvious smug on his face.

“But I don’t have one.” I said giving him a bitch face. “I don’t wear dresses.”

“We will go and buy one then.” Sam said.

“Great.” A sarcastic comment was a necessity for me.

Because I was going to wear a dress I decided to put my hair in a pony tail and do my makeup. Well, mascara was the only thing I carried, so put mascara on. We went to a nearest shop where I found the most beautiful summer dress. A little above the knees, white with flowers all over it, covering all the right places, it suited me perfectly. Dean approved as well. When he saw me leaving the shop his jaw hit the floor. He was waiting with Sam outside drinking coffee and almost choked on it. My ego was rising faster than the bulge in his pants.

“What do you think?” I asked them.

“It suits you.” Sam said.

“Nice.” Dean added swallowing nervously. “Okay let’s get to work.”

While Dean was driving I could feel him eyeballing me in the rear-view mirror as much as he could. That man was slowly going mad and I loved it. I hoped this dress lands me a naked Dean Winchester after this case.

When we finally arrived to his house I got chills down my spine. I felt his presence and I was still in the car. When we went inside on the other hand, I felt like I couldn’t breathe, he was there waiting for me. Maybe that’s how he killed all those girls over the years, he was calling for me to go to his bedroom.

“He’s in the bedroom.” I whispered.

“How do you know?” Sam asked tightening the grip around his shotgun. Both, him and Dean had shotguns with rock salt shot rounds while I was stuck with an iron crowbar.

“He’s telling me to come there. Sick bastard.”

“What a ladies’ man.” Dean  added.

Because I was the bait in this whole operation I was the first to enter the room. It was one of those typical bedrooms that you see in horror movies; all wooden, unreasonably tidy and clean with...so many dolls in dresses watching your every move. It was a room of nightmares. Just being in there made the Winchesters and me uncomfortable.

“Now, this guy had a lot of issues.” I heard Dean say, and he was right.

 In that moment I felt someone or something grab my throat which resulted in me dropping the crowbar. He was here. He was old probably in his sixties, gray hair, and psychotic written all over his face and in old dirty clothes. He was tightening the grip around my neck as I felt oxygen leave my brain. “Pretty dress.”- Was the last thing I heard followed by a gunshot before passing out.

****

“Hey (Y/N) are you okay?”

“(Y/N) wake up!”

Dean said a little bit louder as I opened my eyes completely oblivious of what went down.

“Where’s the ghost?”

“We took care of it.” Sam said.

“For real? Is he going to come back?”

“No, turns out the bastard was attached to the dress of the first girl he killed, his wife.” Dean stated. 

“Figures. But where did you find the dress?”

“Sam found it in a glass box in his living room.”

“Oh...wow...Okay, you’re never using me as bait ever again.” Still a little disoriented I gathered all the strength I had in that moment to get up. Dean helped me of course, being a gentleman, not taking his eyes off me.

“Gotcha!” He said.

*****

    When we finally got back to the motel Sam decided he was going to go grocery shopping for the trip back home and later go to a bar. I thought Dean was going to go as well so I can shower and hit the sack (the trip back home was going to last 24 hours and I wasn’t  not much of a sleeper while being on the road because I could never get comfortable) but he decided to stay with me. Maybe now we can finally talk about that night and establish what we are.

When Sam left I couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous. I have wanted to talk about this with Dean for so long, constantly thinking about what I will say and how I will approach the subject and now that moment was here and I was scared shitless. I didn’t do that kind of shit, at all. I would usually just sleep with a guy and leave. I don’t have time for relationships nor commitment and Dean was the only one pushing those barely touched buttons (last real relationship I had was back in high school and it didn’t end well; the asshole cheated).

“I thought you are going with Sam to get drunk?” I asked nervously wanting to start a conversation.

“Nah, I can do that here...” He said smirking. “With you.”

Oh...  

“Are you trying to tell me something, Dean?” I asked trying to act confident. God, he was driving me crazy.

“You know what exactly I’m trying to tell you babe.” He said after he took a sip from the beer bottle he opened seconds before. I on the other hand was standing inches away from him leaning against the wall because I was too afraid my knees would give up and I would hit the floor. His voice, his face....his everything....UGH. He was making me feel like I’m 15 and hormonal again. He then proceeded to get even closer to me, eyeballing every inch of me in that dress; practically stripping me naked with his eyes. He put the bottle on the table and went towards me, he was so close I could see every line, freckle and bump on his face. Plus those green eyes...not possible to describe the beauty of them. His right hand was above me while the other found a way to my thigh slowly but surely dragging his fingertip across my skin, slowly lifting my dress. He pinned me down against the wall while I was trying not to completely lose it and tear his clothes off.

“That dress looks perfect on you.” He said.

“You’re not subtle with your eyeballing at all, you know?” As I said that his hand went a little higher slowly brushing his fingers across my already wet panties making me gasp a little and spread my legs. He knew how to open “the gates of heaven” as he called them. Cheeky...

“I couldn’t help it; I was barely controlling myself back there.” He stated as he pressed his forehead against mine. “My dick was so hard when I saw you, it hurt like a bitch.” And then boom, his fingers went in my panties immediately finding my clit and slowly rubbing me with his thump. Holy shit...I forgot just how much I missed his touch. I let out a moan while my eyes never left his. The air was filled with lust and nothing but lust. I couldn’t wait for him to devour me whole.

“Glad you enjoyed the view.” I managed to say. I decided today was my day to play though. I wanted to be in charge so badly so I took his hand out of my panties, kissed his cheek, barely touching the skin, and went to my bed. He followed me like a puppy. I took off my dress reveling my white bra and white panties (and no there were not matching but who cares).

“Is it just me or did you get even hotter?” He asked eyes wide open. He was like a child after Christmas morning. I smiled as my confidence was sky high and pushed him onto the bed. Positioning myself on his lap I pulled on his shirt telling him to lift himself up so I could kiss him. As soon as he did I crashed my lips onto his, and my tongue entered in his mouth, exploring, biting and teasing the shit out of him. My hands were in his hair pulling slightly as his hands went onto my hips desperately trying to tell me to move. I started off with little trusts as my lips attacked his neck. Pretty sure I left many love bites.

“God, I want you.” He said pulling my pony tail to look at me. “You’re driving me crazy woman!”

“Just doing my job, sir.” I said playfully.

Suddenly I found myself in Dean’s arms in the air before he dropped me onto the bed. Wasting no time he took off his clothes, boxers included and boy oh boy how my lungs stopped working. I was in a trance looking at this perfect man who was about to sin with me.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yeah?” I asked while my eyes were on his hard dick scanning every vain and practically drooling.

“Why are you still dressed?”

“Oh...”

Taking off my underwear he took my face and kissed me as he his body was on top of mine. It looked like he thought he was gonna be in charge...oh honey. My hand went and grabbed his dick as I broke the kiss to look at him. He looked at me with confusion all over his face as I said: “My turn.”

He melted instantly. I knew he liked it when someone bosses him around in bed and gives him “sexy rules”-not so long ago we got drunk (like we usually do on a Sunday night) and talked about sex. Before I completely blacked out I remembered him saying something about him being a sub while his brother was laughing his butt off. Poor guy was too drunk to see his brother sitting sober as a bird in the library reading a book.

“Oh...” He managed to say as I pushed him back onto the bed. I kissed every inch of him; lips, neck, collarbones, biting here and there; stomach, going lower and lower. He was breathing heavily, before I reached his dick and licked the tip first; then he lost his mind. He grabbed my pony tail as I took him all in my mouth, moving slowly up and down. Because I didn’t have gag reflex I could take him whole with ease.  Every time I reached the tip I would vacuum slightly making him moan. Those moans were the hottest thing I have ever heard.

“God, that feels so good.” He said trying to stay sane but failing.

I did that a few times before going back up and kissing him again. He was in shock, it looks like he didn’t expect for me to stop. “I don’t want you to cum just yet.” I said.

“Ugh.”

“I love when you’re frustrated.” I giggled.

“I hope it amuses you because it’s killing me.”

I decided to stop playing around and positioned myself on top of his tip as I sat down with ease.  His facial expression changed immediately as I slowly started to move, riding him.

“ Fuck.” He cussed.

Deep breaths and moans filled the room, his hands were on my hips and mine were on my boobs cupping them; preventing them from jumping up and down (It hurts like a bitch after). He begged me to speed up soon after moaning my name over and over again. I could see he wasn’t going to last much longer which exited me because I was close too. Considering the fact I prefer when a man is on top of me this was AMAZING. He was hitting all the right places and I was in heaven.

“Dean I’m close!” I yelled.

“I’m too...oh god.”

Jumping up and down on him I could feel my orgasm approaching. I felt like million bucks as he came first after hitting my g-spot so hard I lost my shit and came after him. I was shaking and couldn’t feel my legs as I collapsed next to him.

“Holy shit.” I said panting.

“What was...” He was still trying to catch his breath.

“Mind-blowing?”

“Best sex I ever had.” He added.

“I think I came so hard my body is dead. I can’t feel my legs at all...nor arms.” I said smiling like an idiot.

“I was that good, huh?” Dean asked with a big ass grin on his face.

“Yes.” 

It finally hit me that we still haven’t had the talk. I really wanted to know where I was with him.

“Hey, um...what are we?” I finally spilled out.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, we are friends but we also fuck like animals and get jealous if someone flits with our fuck buddy but-“ I was cut off by his lips on mine. This kiss was different though. It was like he was trying to show me just how much he cared about me; it was much more loving and not driven by lust.

“You’re not just my fuck buddy.” He said breaking the kiss. “I really like you. I haven’t felt like this in a very long time, and I’m scared with the life we live what’s gonna happen but I’m willing to try if you’re too.”

“You know my answer.” I just said and kissed him.

Too bad we didn’t have time for round two because Sam came back early for some reason and found us both naked in my bed. Poor moose was traumatized for the next 2 weeks.    

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[bisaster-energy]

I have to know what nut allergy means 🤲🏻

god i had forgotten about this one til u tagged me💀i got the idea cos of some tiktok someone made about putting ghost pepper in their food to catch whichever coworker was stealing their food and ppl in the notes were freaking out cos "wHAt iF sOMeOnE iS ALlErGiC" me and my friend luke were like "god how funny would it be if you just went in someone's fridge drank all their milk and shit yourself cos ur lactose intolerant and then blame them for trying to poison u that logic is so crazy...what if it was a destiel au"

it's really just a silly hospital au i never got around to finishing it's cringy and basic but it's funny to me so i kept it

so cas is a doctor ofc i have to reward dean somehow.

he's neurosurgeon because i did watch grey's anatomy and dr. sexy being a parody of derek shepherd who's played by patrick dempsey who also played a guy named cass who was in a polyamory with jensen ackle's character and marilyn monroe. i had to put it in

i couldnt decide if i wanted dean to be a doctor too or a nurse but i know i wanted him in peds

basically it's one sided enemies to lovers with dean having beef with cas for no reason (he's hot and this frustrates dean to no end). meanwhile cas has a crush bigger than texas on that man

maybe a competitive aspect too like derek and burke had but less animosity. i try to lean into the soap opera aspect of it as if they're in a medical drama more than a REAL HOSPITAL because it's easier than doing extensive research <3

so maybe dean is a bit more of an asshole to cas than strictly necessary and no one else gets why. cas essentially gives up on trying to have a normal conversation w/dean and thinks he really hates him so he settles to only talk to him in a professional capacity so he wont encroach on his space more than he has to

dean takes this personally. i love misunderstandings

etc etc it comes to a head when maybe something happens that really sets dean off about cas (i haven't figured what yet) and so to get back at him he nabs a cookie from his lunch (cas already established that anyone can indulge in them but dean missed the memo ig)

anyways ruh roh! his dumbass is allergic to one of the ingredients cos it came into contact with walnuts or smth idk

dean's embarrassed as hell and cas finds him all swollen and fucked up and i haven't gotten past this part but yeah i just wanted cas to stab dean with an epi-pen really

overall very mid and silly and dumb but here's an excerpt anyway:

The neurosurgeon is, in Dean's humble (but also right) opinion, the only one worthy of the term Asshole around here, with a capital A.

Well, not the only one. But still.

And it's not like Dean didn't try to get to know him! New doctor shows up, windswept hair tousled to perfection, lab coat flaring behind him like some sort of superhero, gaze focused and intense, and eyes so so blue-

Ahem. Of course Dean is going to be intrigued he's a human being! It's not like Castiel was interested anyway. Barely said three words to Dean before rushing off somewhere else, probably to bless some other coworker with his angelic ass sculpted by god. Dean tried a few times after that and still ended up with nothing more than stilted small talk. Dude made talking to a brick wall seem like a cake walk. There was always something going on that had to cut their conversations short, and Dean thought Cas was just a shy guy at first, nothing wrong with that. But he's seen Dr. Novak easily chat with other staff for longer than two (painfully awkward) minutes. Especially Masters. God that snake just loves to hang off Novak, like that's her job instead of being a damn nurse. Even Balthazar, their own personal sleazeball of an anesthesiologist, allegedly manages to drag the uptight doctor out from time to time.

Not that Dean has been stalking them or anything. He just heard it through the grapevine like every other godforsaken rumor at this high school of a hospital. And if the grapevine happened to just be Balthazar himself bragging about their nights out in the breakroom, well that's Dean's business.

"I still say you need to give him a chance, Dean," his mammoth of a brother insisted, brushing his mane out of his face. Seriously, dude, just get a haircut. "I don't get what your problem with him is. Castiel is great! A little awkward maybe, but it really adds to his charm." Dean rolls his eyes.

"Sammy, you do realize you sound like you're trying to get me to adopt a dog that's about to be sent to the pound? It didn't work when you were eight and it won't work now. And, for your information, I've given Cas plenty of chances to talk to me. He's the one with the issue. You should be selling him all this kumbaya bullshit. And don't you have some lawsuits to prevent?"

It's Sam's turn to roll his eyes. "Whatever, Dean. If you gave up on talking to him then why the hell do you call him by a nickname?" With another flip of his mop, his brother left Dean spluttering for a reasonable answer. Which there is, of course. But Sam's long gone by the time he manages a weak "Castiel is a mouthful, okay?" "I'll say," came an annoyingly sultry voice from behind. Without turning Dean lets out a sigh. "Can I help you, Masters?" He asks flatly, already resigning himself to an unpleasant encounter. "Oh, don't be like that, Dean," God, he can practically hear the obnoxious pout he knows she's wearing right now. "I thought we could bond over what a mouthful Clarence is!" That has him spinning around.

meg is cas' bestie she can't understand why he's hung up on dean but she supports his terrible terrible taste. and if she can manage to convince dean they're fucking in the meantime well. god forbid women do anything

the reason sam seems so invested is cos the hospital has a betting pool over if these 2 get together and when. bros tryna make bank

#asks!! #wip #supernatural #destiel #it's soooooo dumb but sometimes a fic is junk food #dean deserves to have his doctor kink well and truly fulfilled #also the patrick dempsey lore actually kills me like every time i think about i cannot believe how it's all connected... #jensen ackles poly relationship with marilyn monroe and guy named cass in blonde. years pass #dempsey moves to grey's anatomy while ackles goes on to spn both airing in 2005. #dean is secretly into a show clearly parodying grey's anatomy. dr. sexy is definitely based off of dempsey's mcdreamy and is dean's fav #s4 of spn castiel is introduced. dean calls him cas. #14x12 has cas dressed as a doctor. 15x15 has cas talking to a pastor that played dr. sexy who tells him being gay is cool. what the fuck.

[welldonebeca]

The Boy (2)

Summary: During a witch hunt, Jack accidentally turns into a little kid. The problem is that it wasn’t a spell. Sometimes he just wants his body to reflect the age he sometimes feels like. The thing is… the guys don’t know about that. Yet. Characters: Jack, Dean. Sam, Castiel. WC: 1.6k words Warnings: Age regression. Fluff. Angst. Canon. Minor Samstiel;.

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Jack clapped his hands, sat over daddy's knee, excited as uncle Dean pressed the buttons of the microwave to make his pancakes.

He was still small when he woke up, a little freer than ever before, a little happier too.

He was a baby! Their baby!

Daddy was already eating, it was a salad, a green looking thing, and tried to feed it to him, but it was gross!

"Pancakes!" he shouted, slapping the table.

Uncle Dean laughed.

"Don't worry, Jack," papa explained it to him calmly. "The pancakes are almost done."

The microwave beeped, and uncle Dean took the pancakes from inside it and set it in front of him with a bottle of syrup aside.

"There ya go, boy," he told him. "Pancakes."

His eyes grew. They looked so tasty!

"You should cut them up, Dean," daddy tried to say.

Before anyone could take his pancakes away, Jack reached up and grabbed one small one, shoving it into his mouth.

"Let me take this," papa grabbed the syrup. "He doesn't need this much sugar."

Jack didn't care! It was easier to eat like this without syrup and with his hands.

They all waited for him to finish up, and uncle Dean took his plate away when he was done before they had to go.

"Time to get into your clean clothes, baby," daddy cooed, kissing his cheeks.

Jack giggled. He liked that! Kisses were so fun!

Once, when he was big, Sam kissed his forehead, but it was only when he was sick.

But now he was small, and he was kissing his cheeks and his forehead, and was petting his hair, and it was all so nice.

Sam kept kissing him while he dressed him up and looked so happy. He even blew raspberries into his belly!

"Wow, Sam. You are really acting like a dad, uh?" uncle Dean teased him.

Papa hummed along.

"You really do," he remarked.

Daddy flushed, flustered.

"He is probably scared, Dean," he mumbled, picking him up. "He needs affection."

Jack smiled, cuddling up with him. Daddy was always good, he made sure he wasn't scared. When Dean was being mean, daddy always made him feel safe.

No matter what, Sam wanted him to be happy. And Jack wanted to be like this forever.

Once they were out, papa took him and sat him on his lap for the car ride. They didn't have any car seats, but he didn't mind. Papa's grip was stronger than any car seat.

He held papa's hand as the car moved, soothed by the movement, but his worries started to grow when he realised where they were and how much closer to the bunker they were now.

And then, he wasn't feeling so small anymore.

What would they say when he got bigger again?

Jack wasn't a good liar, they would find out if he was hiding things.

But it was so good!

He huffed and kicked the air.

Why couldn't he be a baby all the time?!

"Jack, baby?" papa asked. "What is wrong?"

He just whined. Jack wanted to speak, but his throat was all clogged up! All he could do was whine and squirm.

"Maybe he needs a nap?" Uncle Dean suggested.

He kicked more. No nap! He wanted the car to stop! He didn't want to go back home!

Jack wanted to stay in his tiny room and get small pancakes, and be tiny, cause he was a tiny boy!

Still, Papa reached for him and got him in his arms, rocking him lovingly, and pressing his cheek against his chest, caressing his hair.

Suddenly, he felt his chest vibrating, and heard him humming a song.

Jack looked up at him with watery eyes as papa sang him a song, feeling calmer, but scared.

"I'm sorry, Papa," he said slowly, dozzy. "Don't be mad."

He fell asleep, hoping everyone else wasn't so confused as he slept.

When he woke up, he was still in his papa's arms, but he was walking now.

Jack wanted to be put down, but he was so sleepy, and being held was so nice.

"We should go lay him down in this bed, and then we can start researching," daddy instructed.

Papa squeezed him a little closer.

"I can watch him sleep," he affirmed. "I don't want him to fall over."

Uncle Dean scoffed.

"He is not an infant, Cas. Jack is... What? Five? Just put pillows around him and he'll be good."

They were back at the bunker? In his room?

Wait!

"The kid has a lot of stuffed animals, uh?" Dean wondered out loud. "Pretty soft, though."

He squeezed his eyes shut.

No, no!

" I haven't been in Jack's room for some time," papa said.

His ears suddenly picked up the rustling of paper, and he opened his eyes and turned to look, finding daddy holding in his hands was his drawing of their family.

His breathing grew fast, and he started to cry aloud, and in a blip, he was out of his papa's arm and on the floor, somewhere else, panicking.

He looked around. He was still in the bunker, in the Dean cave.

Jack crawled to hide.

They were gonna be mad at him! He wanted to be big right now - he had to leave properly - but he was still so little and being away from his daddies was so scary.

He stayed under the couch, trying to calm down but he couldn't stop crying!

But it didnt take long for them to find him

"Jack!" Dean called out, and he could see his feet before he knelt to try to grab him, but Jack cried and scooted farther back.

"Dean, please," he heard papa's voice, and saw his shoes from far away. "Jack, baby, please come out. We can talk."

No, no. They were mad! They were going to be mad at him!

There was quiet and silence for a bit, and he felt his worry growing.

Had they left?

Jack jumped when a big hand reached out and stopped a bit away from him.

"Jack?" daddy asked softly. "It's alright, no one is mad at you."

He sniffed. Yes, they were!

"Was that your drawing? The one I saw?"

He perked up.

"Yes," Jack mumbled.

He loved that drawing. He remembered wanting to show Sam, but not like this!

"It's a beautiful drawing," be praised. "You are such a good artist."

Jack stopped sniffling and flushed.

He was?

He saw daddy moving, and he sat down by the couch.

"You must have worked really hard," he remarked

He did! Jack had even tried to colour his family's aura, but some colours were just not easy to make with his twelve crayons.

"You know, I think I want to put it up in the fridge," he told him. "But I want you to see me doing it."

Jack slowly grabbed daddy's hand, too small to get more than two of his fingers and hold them tight.

"Not mad?" he asked softly.

"I promise you," he affirmed. "Not mad."

He crawled out, and his daddies were waiting, and uncle Dean tilted his head.

"I'm pretty sure nothing can fit under the couch," he mumbled to papa.

Papa didn't even look at him, quickly moving to Jack.

"Baby. You are all dusty," he picked him up, cleaning his head.

Jack looked over at Sam, all hopeful.

"Drawing?"

Daddy nodded and gestured for everyone to follow him.

They all went to the kitchen, and daddy proudly placed his drawing on the door with a magnet.

Jack's heart soared. He never thought he could see his drawing on the fridge! Now he would see it everyday and his daddies would know he loved them!

"Jack?" papa called softly, and he turned to look at him.

Papa gave him a look.

Oh. Yes. Love meant being honest, too.

"The lady witch didn't do this to me," he confessed. "I did it to me."

Dean cleared his throat.

"So you made yourself into a kid?" he asked.

He nodded, and Sam touched his hand gently.

"Do you... Do you want to be a kid?" daddy asked, worried.

Jack nodded but stopped.

"Not all the time," he told them. "I like being big sometimes. I like driving and doing big boy things."

He fumbled with his shirt.

"I wish I was a baby," he told them. "I remember when I was born and I had to be big really fast, and I didn't want that."

His stomach twisted and his nose went all sniffly again.

It was sad because it was true.

Jack heard sniffling and it wasn't his own, and when he looked, he saw papa was crying.

"I'm sorry, Jack," he squeezed him. "I should have protected you, and raised you!"

He reached for his face, caressing it.

"It's okay, papa," he told him. "You are here now and I'm not scared anymore, I promise!"

He held him close for a long time, squeezing and rocking him, and Jack felt his eyes heavy.

"I'm tired," he mumbled.

Daddy and uncle Dean chuckled.

Crying was really tiring.

"Let's get you to your bed," Sam cooed, and they walked back to his room.

Papa put him on his bed, and uncle Dean watched them from the door as daddy entered along.

"Do you want your teddy?" papa offered as he laid him down.

"Marvin," he cooed.

Daddy gave the bear to him, and Jack held it close.

Jack curled in this bed with his bear. He knew they would talk more later, but right now he was a little boy, and his big bad didn't feel lonely anymore, but comforting as papa rubbed his back and led him to sleep.

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"The Boy" is part of The Baby Jack Series and was posted on Patreon on April 2023. To read it and the two sequels, "The Girl" and "The Flu", consider subscribing to my page! It's just $2 a month and I promise you won't regret it.

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[mlobsters]

supernatural s14e1 stranger in a strange land (w. andrew dabb)

pre-ep recap being ac/dc shot down in flames much better fit than metallica's nothing else matters from 13x01 vibe-wise and matching the pace of the clips. good job, guys. and smooth segue to it being on in the car

s14e1 / the matrix

wtf jackles, what is this speaking voice/cadence. reminds me of keanu reeves?? usually when i make really out there sound associations, i'm a little high. but that is not the case today. he's acting more like an agent than neo, but getting the keanu vibes :p i can't think of what movie specifically i'm thinking of. the devil's advocate and constantine are the other two keanu movies i've seen a bunch, but i dunno

never good when i'm pulling a clip in the first few minutes 🥴 gonna be a 2-3 day watch i'm guessing.

also don't really understand the styling choices. i get that it helps make a big visual difference between michael and dean, but like. dude wasn't dressing like this old timey fancy man with a flat cap in the au world. is this 20s-ish? never seen peaky blinders but this seems kinda similar? reading about collar pins and bars now. lol

is this the grief beard i've heard about. well maintained, if so

MARY Sam, we’re gonna find him. Ketch is working that thing in London. Castiel is in Detroit. I know it’s been three weeks since Dean… Something will break. It has to. SAM Yeah. Yeah, you keep saying that.

so like why does sam need to be in charge and involved in this vampire thing with this bunker full of people? they were fully self organized and fighting before they came here. even if sam is de facto leader for whatever reason; delegate, my guy. no help to anyone if you're not sleeping. call jody in, i bet she could talk some sense into him. also vaguely funny that we're all Team Family Go! but the family i connect with the most for them is jody and her girls

CASTIEL Does any demon know where Dean Winchester is? KIPLING I’m sorry, did you just say you lost a Winchester? Because, one -- that’s… interesting. And, two, how is that you lost Dean? I thought the two of you were joined at the… [Kipling glances down in a suggestive way.] …you know, everything.

in a way i wish i could have watched this without any knowledge of fandom because my knee jerk response is, ew. because i just don't see anything between dean and cas, i have a hard time grasping they're even close, i've just tried to accept it because the show tells us all the time. but maybe i could have come around to it more if i didn't know about the screaming zeitgeist that is destiel. or maybe i'd have the same reaction, i don't know. but anyway perpetually disgruntled knowing that my reaction is always colored somewhat due to fandom. i try to watch objectively but i know my feelings on things outside the show color my feelings of stuff inside the show

oh, cas. what have you gotten yourself into this time.

mmmk

SISTER JO Why would he say “yes” to you? MICHAEL Love.

short and sweet

man i know jackles is trying to do something different but i do not enjoy the way he's speaking as michael. ok now i'm getting umm. brad pitt in interview with the vampire?? like when he's talking to what's his face. for the interview. lol. christian slater! kind of slow, flat fairly emotionless narration.

um. how in the world is nick's soul in his vessel? didn't crowley remake it or whatever? or did he not die at any point in the ... 7 years intervening between lucifer dumping him in s5 and getting popped back in during s12

from 12x13 CROWLEY I managed to pervert that spell. So your essence wasn't sent back to the cage, but instead, we found your discarded vessel a few years ago… repaired it, improved it, making it a fitting final home for the real you.

whatever, man. nothing makes sense to me anymore. also thinking about jimmy novak called being possessed by castiel like "being chained to a comet" - for all those years

NICK Ow. I don't get it. I don't understand how Lucifer could die and I could live. SAM Yeah, um… I think that maybe it's because the archangel blades were made to kill the archangel inside a-and not the person they, uh -- NICK Possesses and uses to almost end the world twice?

sure. SURE. that makes sense. not at all how anything else ever works on this show, but sure! i mean, i love mark pellegrino too but come on, guys.

SAM Stop saying that, please. MARY What? SAM “It's gonna be fine,” that everything's gonna be fine, we're gonna find Dean, and -- MARY We are. SAM You don't know that. Dean's gone, and we have no idea where he is or -- or if he's even still alive. You know, Michael could have… burned him out or… worse, and… MARY I know. I know he's out there, scared and alone. I know. I know he might never come back. Never think I don't know that. But -- I can't -- I have to think about the good, Sam, because, if I don't, I will drown in the bad. For Dean's sake, I can't do that. We can't do that.

that's fine and reasonable but it's also reasonable that sam doesn't want to hear a baseless placation.

jack getting a grandpa bobby now too apparently

completely zoning out on this demon monologuing. why did they bring the girl along who isn't a hunter. what happened to the devil's trap bullets? and couldn't they make the bullets made out of the angel blades they had on the au world? because with all the dead angels they surely must have a stockpile. wouldn't get this several minute action sequence with fake tension though so

SAM Enough! There will be no new King of Hell. Not today. Not ever. And if anybody wants the job, you can come through me. Understood? (breathing heavily) So, what's it gonna be?

lol okay

SAM It's the -- It's the magic egg that kicked Lucifer out of the President. I thought we could use it on Michael, but -- Ketch can't find it. So, that's another dead end, which is just awesome.

i'm glad the show remembered because i completely forgot about that thing. thanks for preemptively ruling it out

CASTIEL Sam, are you all right? SAM Yeah, I've been better. I've been worse. You? CASTIEL I'm -- I'm just sorry. I should never have gone to those demons. SAM Cass, I -- No, I-I-I don't blame you. I… Honestly, I-I wish I'd have thought of it first. If it meant finding Dean, I-I'd work with -- I'd do anything.

❤️ take what i can get. (still need to sleep, sammy)

MICHAEL Now, you -- you know exactly what you want. You don't pretend to want to help people or save the world. Your want is pure and simple and clean. And that's why you are worth saving. That's why we are going to work so well together. Because you -- you just want to eat.

LOL what. michael loves vampires!

!! omg lol i just reread my 13x23 with my whole "can't kill michael now that he's wearing dean" is that the whole reason we get pellegrino back as nick, so we can find out that archangel blades don't kill the vessel?? 😂

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 14x01 #spnwhinge #spn clip #andrew dabb

[crustydumpsterpossum]

I read that one quote/poem that was like.. “I’ve accepted that there will always be a thread of loneliness inside of me,” or something and I can’t help it but OUCH I immediately thought of Dean.

(I’m sorry in advance)

Like Dean never keeps people, he isn’t a persons keeper. He has one-night stands with people who know just as well as he does that it’ll be a one-time-thing. And yeah, he tried to make things works with Lisa. He liked her, liked Ben a lot too, but he just knew there would always be something that would manage to pull him away. In this case, it was Sam suddenly showing back up. And yeah, he knows that he’s got Sam, and Charlie, and Castiel, and everyone else that he’s chosen to let in, but he never thinks that he’ll have himself a person to really be his.

Whenever he thought about it too much, he could feel the subtle lick of loneliness creeping up his spine. And if he let himself continue to think about it, it would damn-near consume him. It would have the nerves in his nose tingling uncomfortably and his eyes slowly prickling with tears. Would take everything inside of him and make it empty, but everytime before he started to obsess over it, he’d find something else to think about.

And he can find things to distract himself, go on hunts or joke with Sam. And he would talk to Cas, or even just sit around with him in relative silence, and his company slowly became something of a salve for that feeling. And any time he would crack a joke that Cas would laugh at, all gummy-smile and crinkled eyes, that little lonely string inside of him would frey just a little. Even when Cas didn’t get a joke, with the way his head would tilt and his brows would pull together, it soothed that hurt in Dean.

And maybe he thought about having Cas as his person, and in a few ways he figures he is. Even so, despite that feeling and those ideals, he knows he could never really truly have Cas. He was a literal angel, for gods sake. And so what if he makes Dean feel less lonely; he won’t have him.

And with this revelation, Dean stuffs the feelings that erupt when he’s around Castiel, those feelings being something he tended to have feared for quite a while even, and settles for just being Castiel’s friend. And yeah, sometimes it hurts, but Dean is damn grateful for the guy. He neglects to think too much about the way he feels about Cas feeling a little too close about how he felt with Lisa, and keeps on keeping on.

‘Cause despite it, Dean can live with just being in Castiel’s shadow. He can enjoy how good he feels around Cas without holding him (not really, who are we kidding here). He can swallow how he feels because Cas makes him feel less alone by just being in his vicinity.

#supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #im sorry #this is so sad

[castieldelamancha]

The mocking laughter of the other kids still can still reach Dean's ears, no matter how fast he is walking them both away from them. He even turns around to check if they are following them. He doesn't want trouble, he can't get in trouble, fuck, dad told them to stay at the motel. He should have listened. 

He just wanted Sam to have some fun, to be a kid, he wanted to do something normal too, for once, he is old enough to protect them both, he was sure it was going to be fine. And it was, Sam was getting a bunch of candy, Dean had even found a costume for him at a thrift store, the thing is old, a tad too big for him, but he was having fun. 

Now he is gripping his hand tightly and asking quietly if they are close to the motel.

.

A hand in the small of his back brings Dean back to the present, he leans back into its touch and the laughter that reaches him now isn't mocking, but gleeful, there are kids running around them, playing tag and sharing the candy they have gotten earlier in the evening.

No one is paying them any mind really, except for the group of teenagers that walked past them a while ago and told them their costumes were cool. There wasn't much to choose from at the store they drove to this morning, but Dean was able to put together a cowboy costume for himself and one of a roman centurion for Cas.

Apparently, or so Castiel has informed Dean, they are a pretty popular movie reference, and he has already promised Cas they will eventually watch that movie together.

They aren't an ex hunter and ex angel here, they are just a normal couple that have joined the Halloween festivities for the night. 

Dean allows himself to relax even further into Castiel's hold.

They were heading back home when they decided to stop in this small town for a night, Dean smiling at Castiel's stubborn worry "I know you can keep driving, but you don't have to anymore, we can stop and rest."

The original plan wasn't staying for more than a night but then the guy behind the motel's counter pointed at a colorful poster on the wall behind him and way too merrily, considering it was two in the morning, informed them about the town's Halloween party the very next night.

Dean had tried to play it cool, "sounds great buddy, thanks." But Castiel, always close and always aware of Dean and every miniscule switch in his expression had seen through all that bullshit, asking him if he would like to stay for the party as soon as they were alone in their room.

"Do you want..." He says now, pausing for a moment and gesturing towards the people crowding the improvised dance floor in the square of the town hall, "maybe we could well...? Lol" and it's a bit awkward and utterly endearing.

Dean decides to have some mercy and smiles playfully, "are you asking me if I want to dance with you, Castiel?" He gets a roll of eyes for an answer and the hand that was on his back moves away to find his, he tangles their fingers together and gently tugs until Dean is following him to where everyone is dancing, they keep their distance of course, opting for an empty corner.

Dean looks around, huffing lightly, amused, at the decorations around them, a collective effort of this town, the plastic squeletons hanging from the lampost, withches and zombies too, an array of pumpkins smiling at him and he wishes it all could be just this, a fun way to spend a night, that none of these monsters were real and out to hurt people. 

Castiel, who Dean is pretty convinced has never danced before but that always fills any blank spaces left by his inexperience with a determined enthusiasm, rests a hand on his left shoulder, lifting the other, still holding Dean's, and steps closer to him, swaying them lightly to the music, too slowly for the rhythm of it, but Dean isn't about to complain or speed them up, he steps closer to Castiel too, and lets himself enjoy the moment, the soft glow of the Moon and of the lights around them, the warm radiating from Castiel, the bright, loving, eyes, staring at him. He wraps an arm around Cas' waist and pulls him even closer, their chests pressed together.

Castiel opens his mouth to speak, smiling brightly all of a sudden, "I have seen they held a pumpkin carving contest," and maybe that isn't the poetical declaration Dean was waiting from him, "there is one that has freckles, you have to see it too." 

Dean laughs, shaking his head, his laughter only spurred on by Castiel's clear confusion, "I love you, Cas." 

Castiel's expression softens, his smile coming back in full force, "I love you too."

#took me twenty minutes to write the thing and then i spent three hours trying to choose a damn costume for them #destiel #ficlet #vanessa writes ✨ #tuserpris #they are happy and retired because i say so #they could have also dress as uhh woody and buzz lightyear or wesley and iñigo montoya #it's super sillyyyyyyy and i love it 🥹❤️