With Death Comes Love

With Death Comes Love

Pairing- Dean x Castiel

               Triggers- Character Death

   Summary- With Chuck defeated, Dean can finally be with his angel.

God, The Father, one humans looked up to for guidance and safety. Well that was all a lie; a lie Sam and Dean Winchester had to find out the hard way.

Through losing their loved ones, watching humanity and everything in it disappear right in front of their eyes. They watched as God, known as Chuck, destroyed everything they tried to fix and loved dearly.

But in the end, the Winchesters got the upper hand, they won.

As Chuck begged for Sam and Dean to kill him, to finish the untold story, they left with smiles across their faces, Dean wrapping an arm around his brother, but inside he was still hurting. Hurting because of a certain Seraph, Castiel.

The brothers had known Castiel for years, becoming family through all the fights, bruises, and multiple deaths. But to Dean, Castiel was much more than a friend. He wished with his whole being he could see Castiel one last time, but life wasn't too kind to him, so it was an unanswered prayer in the end.

Getting back into the infamous 67' Chevy Impala, Dean drove off with his brother, and Jack, Chuck's cries fading behind them. Giving a light, hearty laugh, Dean looked at Sam and Jack.

"We did it. We're free."

Sam smiled at his brother and patted his shoulder, nodding at his brothers words, Jack giving a shy smile as he sat in the backseat.

"Let's go home guys. We deserve a break; it's not everyday you defeat God." Sam spoke, his voice light, yet broad.

Dean didn't say anything, only putting the petal to the metal as he drove back to the bunker, safely putting away Baby as they went home, jogging down the stairs and taking off his cloth jacket, throwing it onto the map covered table, earning a huff from Sam.

"Can't you put that in your room or something? I just clean this place a few days ago."

"Come on Sammy, it's time to celebrate. Worry about the damned jacket later." Rolling his eyes, Dean started to walk away, the heavy steps of his books echoing, but he was stopped in his tracks as jack spoke up.

"Sam, Dean," He started, his baby blue eyes looking between the men he called his fathers. "I can't stay."

Sam and Dean looked at Jack, curiosity and confusion in their eyes.

"Why not? You're, well, you're him now, you don't have to leave." Dean retorted, furrowing his brows lightly.

Jack just gave a soft smile, shaking his head. "That's the thing. I am now God and I have work to do. There are many things Chuck broke that I need to fix."

Exhaling, Dean stood still as he looked down, knowing Jack was right. It wasn't like he could stay forever, he was his own person. "Okay kid. But if you ever need us, you know where we are."

Jack nodded, raising his hand, "Goodbye Sam, Dean. I love you both."

With that, Jack walked away, fading into the air as he took a step up the stairs.

Dean gave a sad smile, looking at his brother before continuing to walk to the kitchen. "Come on Sam we need a beer." Sam chuckled as he followed his brother, catching a beer his brother tossed. Untwisting the cap, Sam took a sip of the cool liquid, sitting down with his brother at the kitchen table.

"Who knew one day we would stop God. Remember when demons were our biggest enemy? Dad would be proud Dean, Cas would have too."

Putting down his beer, Dean gave an uncertain smile as he looked at Sam. "I know they would've Sammy. I just wish Cas was here." Sam nodded, watching as Dean got up from the wooden chair.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked, Dean just looking at his brother for a moment before speaking. "To my room. Think imma catch some z's."

Before Sam could say anything, Dean left the kitchen, walking through the bunker until he got to room 11, his room. Closing the door behind himself, Dean sat at the foot of his bed, taking a sip of his beer as he let the tears fall. Tears that hid behind his eyes, but were now free.

With his body shaking, Dean put his beer on the ground as he held his face in his hands, thinking of only one person.

"Cas....Cas I'm so sorry. I wish I could tell you I loved you. But, but I waited too long." He sobbed, fighting the air in frustration as he collapsed on the ground, letting his emotions wrap around him like  a blanket. "You stupid angel! Why couldn't you just stay! I need you Cas!"

It continued like that for days, Dean wrapped in sadness while Sam tried to help him. The younger Winchester knew Dean was taking his death hard, so he drove into research, hoping hunting could help his brother like it had many times before.

"Dean, so get this," Sam started, getting Dean's attention as Sam told him the details of the hunt, and Dean agreed to go. That would be his down fall.

Now with a large nail rod through his chest, Dean looked into Sam's tearful eyes, trying to comfort his brother. "It will be okay Sammy. I will be okay. I love you so much baby brother." Those would be his last words as he took his last breath, Sam holding Dean's body as he cried.

Looking around, Dean took a breath, dusting his jacket. "At least I made it to heaven."

"We all did Dean." a familiar voice said, causing Dean to look over and find Bobby. He walked over to Bobby, confused, asking how he was in free in heaven, believing he was still in heaven's cell.

"Your boy Jack got me out and fixed this place up, and not only this place, he also brought someone out of the Empty." Adjusting in his chair, Bobby nodded to the direction next to him. "Speaking of which, that someone is over there."

Looking over, time seemed to stop as Dean saw was him, his angel.

"Cas." He whispered, running over to the angel, enveloping him into a hug, which Castiel reciprocated, earning a large smile from the cosmic being.

"I thought I lost ya man. I thought....I thought you were gone." Dean spoke, searching Castiel's eyes as if he were just a hallucination. Castiel shook his head, laying a hand on Dean's shoulder, which fit right onto the same handprint he gave Dean many years ago.

"I'm here now Dean. Jack has a way of annoying The Empty."

Giving a breathless chuckle, Dean grabbed Castiel's face into his palm, his heart beating quickly, even though he was dead. "Cas, what you said before you were taken, they have stuck with me, and I just want you to know, I love you too."

Smashing his lips onto Castiel's, he held the angel tight, with Castiel kissing him right back as if it would be the first and the last time.

Even if it took Dean to die to see Castiel again, Dean would've died a million more to see his lover again just for this moment to last and thankfully, it would.

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Honey Bees

Pairing - Castiel x Reader

Triggers - N/a

Summary - Sam and Dean cheer up their little sister, seeing she isn’t herself after Castiel claimed himself ‘God’, leaving his true family behind.

The Winchester brothers could feel the sadness radiating off of their little sister, anyone could. The look in her eyes, the fake smile, the strain in her voice. It was always there; it never left.

People may have asked what was troubling her, well I’ll tell you. This all started because of one man, an angel really named Castiel. They were lovers. It may sound strange, but their love was surreal.

That all changed when Castiel grew power hungry, changed for the worst. He wasn’t the confused, timid angel Y/n knew anymore. He was now ruthless and vile. Something she never knew he could be. Though it showed when the Winchester siblings had found him, he was no longer an angel of the lord, pleading their lives for Castiel to leave them be.

They were lucky he did. He wasn’t so kind to others. Murders happened all over the globe, each one with Castiel claiming he was now ‘God’. This wasn’t the real Castiel and it pained the female hunter.

This led her to sit on the couch, staring at what was to be playing on the television, but she wasn’t truly paying attention. She was wrapped in her mind, like she was in a jail cell, locked.

Sam, however, was sitting at the study table, having a clear view of his sister, a frown on his face as he shut his laptop, looking over at his older brother. “Dean, look at her. She’s been like this for months. We need to do something man.”

Dean sighed as he glanced over at Y/n, then to Sam, giving a slow nod. It killed him to see his little sister like that. She used to be so full of life, happy. Now she was just a broken soul in a meat suit, ready to be dragged to hell.

“We’ve tried Sam. Nothing will help, you know that. The only time she does anything is on hunts, and that’s only to get emotions out!” Dean spoke, making sure he wasn’t loud enough for their sister to hear.

He got up from his seat, Sam watching his movement, opening his mouth to say something, but closed it, not able to come up with anything except excuses.

The tallest hunter then got up as well, dusting his layers of flannel before walking along side his brother, seeing he may have had a plan. If he did, he just hoped it was a good one.

The air felt thick, almost as if you could cut it with a butter knife as they approached the girl, Sam clearing his throat, making the female Winchester look up, a faint expression of a smile on her face.

“Look, you’ve been in the bunker too long Y/n. Come outside with us, I wanna take you somewhere.” Dean said, his voice soft, fearing he may break her.

Y/n sighed, unraveling from the blanket she had wrapped around herself, standing up as she nodded, looking at her brothers. “Fine; lets go.”

Sam and Dean gave their sister a smile, walking along side her as they left the bunker, allowing the sun rays to hit what exposed skin they had, the rest hidden by the classic layers of flannel each of them wore.

They all spoke very little as they walked, Y/n keeping quiet, but enjoyed the time with her family, well, her only family.

Dean soon stopped at a small clearing not far from the bunker. It was quite nice. An area with flowers of all colors, not a single other person in sight. “We’re here.” Dean spoke, patting his sisters shoulder.

This made Y/n smile, walking over to the bed of flowers, sitting down as she watched the honey bees do their job of collecting pollen.

Y/n and Castiel used to always do this, mostly on their little dates they used to have. It brought Y/n back to a memory as she watched the bees, seeing one had landed on her finger before it flew off.

“Cas you have your own!” called, the female hunter, giggling as Castiel looked over at his lover, giving back her ice cream cone, chocolate covering his stubble. “What? You’re ice cream looked better.” He spoke, giving the female a small smile as he looked down at his own ice cream, eating the last bit of it.

She rolled her eyes as she took a bite of her now half eaten ice cream, smiling at the sugary flavor. She studied the flowers around them, seeing bees fly past Castiel and herself.

She giggled once again as a bee landed on Castiels nose, making him freeze for a moment before it flew off to a flower.

“Hey you got a little-“ she started to speak before she shook her head, grabbing a bit of her sleeve in his fingers, leaning over to wipe the chocolate that was on the angels face, making him smile softly. “There. Now you don’t look ridiculous.”

He chuckled lightly, pulling the woman close with his arms, kissing her forehead lightly as he admired her every feature. “I love you Y/n.” He said, voice soft and confident.

The female looked up, giving him a toothy smile that sparkled in the light, making them look brighter than they were. “I love you too Cas.” She replied, pulling him by his trench coat, giving him a proper kiss, the ice cream long forgotten.

She gave a small, genuine smile, her brothers now sitting on either side of her. “Thank you guys.” She said, pulling them in for a hug. They happily hugged her back, Dean ruffling her hair some, causing her to laugh.

“Of course kid. We’re your big bro’s , we’ll always be here for you.” Dean said, making Sam smile as he laid an arm on Y/n’s shoulder, looking at his siblings. “Deans right. You’re stuck with us.”

In the first time in a long time, Y/n gave her brothers her iconic toothy smile, glancing between them as she looked back at the bees, smiling at the fond memories of Castiel. Praying he would come back like the angel he was before; to come home.

“I would have it any other way.” She said, pulling a flower from the ground, twirling it in her palm. “I wouldn’t know what to do without you dumbasses.”

Sam and Dean chuckled as they looked at the flowers with their little sister, watching as the sun stayed bright and the air cool. “We know.”

The strong smell of cigarette smoke and sweat hit me as I walked in the door of the strip club. Club "Free Will" as they called it.

I glanced over the topless women and sat down at the bar, signaling the bartender to come around.

"What will it be tonight Y/n?" spoke the barkeep.

"The usual. Just double the tonight. Thanks Mitch." I replied, giving a soft smile.

"No problem chick." He replied. Pulling out the short glass, and made my drink.

Taking a sip of the liquid, I turned my back to Mitch and ogled my eyes at the strippers until I was interrupted.

"What is a girl like you doing here?" Asked a rather short, yet oddly attractive man.

Smirking, I turned to look at him. "I'm looking at the goodies. And I think I just found a winner."

He chuckled, pulling out his hand. "The names Gabriel. And you are?"

I shake his hand firmly and reply, "Y/n."

"Strong grip ya got there sugar. You wrestle?"

"No. I do workout though. Gotta stay in shape even when your work doesn't require it." I replied, taking a quick swig of my drunk and putting it down.

"Well I dare say you look great. What do you do anyways?" He replied back, taking a sip of his beer.

"Oh I'm a minister. Yeah, I know the irony." I said, rolling my eyes and chuckling.

"Quite a place for a minister to be. I like your style. How about you and I ditch this place and go somewhere." He said, a kind smile written in his face.

"Sure. I have nothing better to do. You know what, I'll take ya somewhere." I replied, getting up from my seat and Gabriel following me.

After about half an hour of walking we finally arrived at the place. A large, empty building.

"A church huh? A little ironic is it not?" Gabriel said laughing lightly as he stood next to me.

"Maybe but hey, this is where I work. This is kinda my home." I replied, unlocking the church doors and walking inside.

As Gabriel followed me, I spoke. "You know? I believe people get one thing wrong in the Bible. And that's angels. People see them as regular people in heaven. But they are not."

I turned to face Gabriel, a light smile on my face as he listened closely, as though he knew something I did not.

"I believe they are warriors of God and not to be fucked with."

Gabriel laughed loudly, shaking his head. "Oh I know." He said, sitting down.

I did the same, taking a seat next to him.

"I do have a favorite angel though, but not just any angel. Gabriel, the Archangel. He seems different from the rest."

Seeming a little shocked, Gabriel looked at Y/n, but put on a regular face as she looked at him.

"What a coincidence huh?" Gabriel spoke, almost flirtatiously.

Rolling my eyes, I got up and pulled out a marker. Grabbing his hand, I wrote down my number and started to walk away from him.

"Call me! I would love to get to know you better!" I called out, going up the stairs into my office, leaving a very flustered angel behind. 

With another sip of the stinging liquid, I looked up at the tv, seeing a random movie playing. I didn't care anyways.

I slouched a bit, leaning the palm of my hand on my cheek as I stared into oblivion. A hangover was going to greet me in the morning for sure.

I groaned as I got up from the leather couch, chugging the rest of the evil liquid and putting the empty bottle of addiction on the kitchen table, getting another from the fridge.

I wasn't always like this, but hey, that's what happens when you start drinking at the age of 16 and never stopping.

Only one good thing came out of this, Gabriel. We meet at a bar in Oregon. As soon as I saw his Whiskey colored orbs, I was hooked. Now we're here, two years later and now we're closer than anything.

I was pushed out of my thoughts as I heard the ruffle of the doorknob opening, seeing Gabriel walk in, back from a trip with Sam and Dean. I would have gone, but, I didn't feel like it.

His smile slipped from his face as he saw the bottle in my hands and the multiple empty ones all over the table.

He shook his head lightly, walking over to me and snatching the bottle out of my hand and pouring it in the sink.

I turned to drunken rage from the previous liquid being wasted away.

"Hey! What the hell Gabriel! That was the last bottle!!"

He turned to me, an angry frown almost matching my own.

"Can't you see yourself! Bottles everywhere! You, drunk again! You said-no promised you'd stop! You were sober for months an look at you! A drunk mess!" He seethed, anger written in his eyes.

My rage turned to sadness as I put my head down, disappointed in myself, but mostly because I disappointed Gabe again.

Tears lined my vision as I broke down, letting my emotions take control.

"Gabe I'm sorry. I-I saw a pack on sale and I couldn't fight it! I was trying so hard, but I got it anyways. I can't stop drowning in this alcohol."

Gabriel took a quick breath, scooping me into his arms as he wiped my tears with his thumb.

"Then let me help you. You refuse every time, but you need help. Let me help you." He spoke, his vessels voice cracking slightly.

With glossy vision I looked up at my angelic lover and nodded. "Okay. I promise this is the last time."

Gabriel gave a small smile, leaning his forehead upon mine. "I love you Y/n."

A soft smile made its way to my tear stricken face, lightly kissing Gabriel's lips, which tasted sweet as ever. "I love you too Gabe. I always will."

"I know." He spoke, walking to the bedroom with me still in his arms. "Come on, you need some sleep." I nodded, agreeing with him as I rested my head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth he emitted, allowing sleep to over take me even before Gabriel reaches the bedroom door. 

I'll fight this Gabriel. I'll do it for you.

Yeah this post went a lot of places. Tumblr was fucking up so oof. I forgot who requested this so rip

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