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ok but i need to know if marie actually sent dean those fic links

im watching supernatural rn and tell me why is dean more in love with a piece of metal than he is with cas

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Give Me A Kiss

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 777

Summary: Cas asks for a kiss. Just fluff without a basic plot, I guess~

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Enjoy!

“Kiss me,” a deep, throaty voice said suddenly, drawing you out of your thoughts.

Confused, you turned to face the source of the voice. Castiel was sitting on the couch next to you, his amazingly deep blue eyes staring at you, intimidating you in a weird kind of way that stirred good feelings deep in your stomach.

“Ex-excuse me?” you stammered, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“Kiss me,” he repeated in that same tone of voice as before; deep enough to send shivers running down your spine.

And you didn’t know if it was the way he said it, the way he was looking at you or something else entirely that actually made you do it.

You leaned closer and pressed your lips to his chapped-but-soft ones, and he pressed back.

And it wasn’t just an innocent peck; but a deep kiss that took you to Heaven and brought you back again. Cas’s touch was curious, experimental, but there was something in the way he kissed you -something imperceptible but undeniably there- that made you think there was more to this than just the curiosity of an angel.

Eventually, you pulled away, panting, and he rested his forehead against yours, staring deep into your soul with his piercing blue eyes.

“That was good,” he said matter-of-factly, and that reminded you of how sudden the kiss had been to begin with.

“Cas,” you started, fully intending to continue your sentence but unable to find the suitable words. Or, in fact, any words at all. You couldn’t think of anything other than the kiss and why he had kissed you.

Cas probably noticed the shift in your demeanour towards confusion, and he frowned slightly, but his lips spread out into a smile.

And he leaned closer to you, kissing you again, drawing you into a kiss reminiscent of the one before, only more passionate, more needy, that left you panting and moaning. His movements were hesitant as he placed his hands at your waist to pull you closer towards him. He was even more hesitant with the kiss, trying to find the correct angle and the best way to use his lips and tongue to respond to your more than eager kiss.

You pulled away before you could get too immersed into the kiss and forget about the question you wanted to ask him.

“Why?” you managed to utter, struggling to catch your breath and compose yourself.

“Why what? Why did I kiss you?” he asked, his voice surprisingly and impossibly calm, coming sharp in contrast with your breathy gasps. You could only nod in reply to his question.

“Well...” Cas started to speak, and he still remained as unruffled as ever. “I was curious. I just wanted to try it,” he said with a shrug.

You hadn’t expected his answer to be this, and it made a lump rise to your throat and an uncomfortable feeling to settle in the pit of your stomach. You pulled slightly away, feeling a tad bit used but willing to overlook it, and the displeasure must have shown in your eyes because Cas’s calm façade broke and a frown clouded his expression.

“Did I do something wrong? Was there a problem with what I did?” he asked, uncertain and naïve and very much insecure.

“No, Cas, there isn’t a problem. Really. I understand,” you muttered, even though a part of you had hoped for -wanted, needed- more. More than just two kisses that had come to exist only because, apparently, your angel friend was bored and curious.

“There is a problem,” he insisted, and you sighed in annoyance.

“Okay, Cas, yes, there is. You can’t just kiss me like that and expect to get out of it with a simple ‘I was curious’. That was more than just curiosity,” you said, and his eyes widened.

“Uh... Y/N... it’s... what if I told you it’s not just curiosity?” he asked hypothetically, uncertain of himself.

The churning feeling in your stomach calmed, and there was a pleasant fluttering of hope and... something more.

“What was it then?” you asked, and he swallowed hard before replying.

“It was like. I like you, and I wanted to kiss you,” he admitted shyly, cutely, hesitantly, and he appeared surprised when a smile appeared on your face.

“Don’t worry, Cas... I like you too,” you muttered, and leaned in closer to him, kissing him with everything you had. Soon, he was on his back on the couch and you were on top of him, kissing and sucking his lips.

“I’m glad you asked,” you muttered in-between kisses, and he groaned slightly before replying.

“I’m really glad I did.”  

Somehow Supernatural

Chapter 2: It's All Starting to Feel Real

Tags: poc!oc, gn!oc, teen!oc, panic attack, heavy cursing, Dean always needs his own warning, self-deprecating thoughts, mentions of anxiety, Cas not taking a hint, Deanstiel (or whatever the fuck Dean and Cas's ship name is), general chaos

Summary: The Winchesters and Cas have a meeting about Casey. It doesn't go too well, and Casey realizes what shit their stuck in.

Words: 2,675

I kinda felt like I was gonna vomit. Not because I needed to vomit, but because my tum-tum was doing flips and turns like a fucking rollercoaster due to my crippling anxiety. Usually, I would do little exercises that helped me regulate like my mom taught me, but that just reminded me that I was in a different universe where I might not be able to see my mom - or anyone I knew in real life - ever again. These consistent, little thoughts did not help my already upside-down stomach.

I was sitting in the bunker, in the room with the table that has the big map of the world. I liked to call this room the “meeting room” when I watched the show because… they met people in the meeting room. Come on, it was like the foyer of the bunker so everyone had to pass through it to fight and argue and shiz.

Anyway, I was sitting in the meeting room surrounded by men that I never thought I’d ever meet in person. Maybe the reason for my anxious tum was because of the “omg-smexy-men-are-staring-at-me” effect. If so… give me an anxiety stomach ache every day.

Dean sat straight across from me at the map table. Even though he wasn’t in pouncing position anymore, he was still on guard; which, I mean, valid. All that shit he’s gone through definitely made him a tough cookie. 

Castiel was standing right behind Dean’s chair like a guardian angel. I mean, literally right behind. He was basically breathing down the hunter's neck. Maybe he liked the smell.

And Sam.

Oh. Sammy. Boy!

He had his ass sat directly on the table and was staring at me in wonder. Sam’s hair was hanging in his face at an angle that was just… perfect. It was also the perfect length, not short enough to make him look like he was 15 and not long enough where he looked crusty. Did I mention that he looked fucking perfect? Honestly, if I didn’t know any better I would’ve thought Sam was the angel.

No offense, Cas.

All three attractive men were gathered around the meeting table to discuss me. Me! I was kinda feeling myself and basking in the attention that I was getting from multiple hot men before I realized something a bit alarming.

Dean, Castiel, and Sam… were deciding what to do with me. I wouldn’t put it past Dean if he decided to kill me or abandon me in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. He doesn’t seem like the type to have a father instinct for just some random teen.

…or maybe whoever’s body I’m occupying is important to him.

“Y’all gonna talk or just stare?” I asked. Yes, during my whole internal monologue full of ogling men and withering away from anxiety, not a single person talked. They gave each other looks, but they didn’t utter a word. 

Someone finally decided to speak up after realizing how weird they were being.

“So…” Sam started. He had his hand thoughtfully under his chin. I thought I might mention it because it almost took me out, “You just appeared out of nowhere?”

“I mean, I guess so. I’m just as confused as you guys are,” I spin in my chair, “Honestly, I thought I was just having one of my regularly scheduled psychedelic dreams but then, I woke up with Dean in my face.”

“A dream?” Castiel asked.

“Yeah, dude, a dream. I was basically floating in this void and then I started hearing someone telling me to wake up and then… Dean’s face.” I took another twirl in my chair. 

The guys looked like they were trying to solve a puzzle. They had their thinking caps on full blast, you should have seen their faces. 

“Did you try the usual holy water, sliver, cross stuff?” Sam turned to Dean in question.

“Yeah,” Dean replied.

I get trying to make sure I’m not a bad type of baddie, but he could have used his non-dominant hand so it wouldn’t be as hard cause damn. That shit really hurt.

“They didn’t try to attack you?” Sam continued.

“No.”

“Then, I think we should be good for now. We can let them stay here since they seem discombobulated,” Bless you, Sam. You’re the greatest of all these fuckers.

“But if they try anything, they're out,” Cas nodded along with Dean’s words. The angel barely even looked like he was listening to what Dean was actually saying, “And if we figure out you were lying about who you are, I will find a way to send you to hell. Trust me.” 

Go shit on a brick, Dean. And you too Cas, agreeing with Dean like a lost puppy. 

“Okay…” I muttered. I didn’t really like the idea of dying, especially if it was in someone else’s body, but what could I have done? Said no? Been kicked to the curb? I’m not really worth anything to them so-

…wait.

“You never told me, whose body is this?” 

All of a sudden, it got a little awkward. Sam’s cheeks were pink and Dean was avoiding my eyes. Even Cas looked a little weird.

“Well-” Dean started.

“We-” 

“Sam found the kid on a hunt and couldn’t help but save them. They almost died, but Sammy got Cas to heal them,” Dean blurted. Sam’s face turned a dark red now that the truth was out to the masses.

“W-well you cared about them enough to train them!” Sam retorted. Now it was Dean’s turn for a red face. 

“You brought them stacks of books!”

“You made them your big bacon breakfast…three times! I can barely get you to cook for me!”

“You eat salad. I’m not making a fucking salad for a meal!” 

“It’s good for your body! Your body will rot away from all the red meat you eat!”

“At least I’m not eating rabbits' food!”

“You know,” Cas finally piped up, “The kid was bound to die.”

Silence. Damn, dude. That was a bit harsh, wasn’t it? From what I heard just now, the Winchester brothers really liked this kid. It kind of makes me feel bad for pushing them from their own body, but… what was Cas saying?

“They were meant to die the night of the hunt. Right on the floor of their living room where you found them. It was their fate. It was a miracle I was able to heal them and it was almost impossible for them to survive a month like they did,” Sam and Dean were getting pissed. Castiel - bless his heart - didn’t seem to notice, “They were never supposed to have formed relations with you two because you weren’t supposed to meet them while they were still alive.”

Poor Cas and his sucky communication skills. Now due to his harsh words, the angel’s collar was being winkled by Dean’s man hands. Castiel didn’t look alarmed at all. I wasn’t sure if it was because Dean was a mere human or because the majority of the Supernatural fandom was right about these two.

“Shut up,” Dean seethed. Sam was hovering behind Dean either waiting his turn to get a lick in or making sure Dean didn’t take it too far. I was now feeling really bad because this was all making a bit of sense. I finally understood why Castiel didn’t seem fazed by my sudden appearance, why he’s been saying all this shit about how this person should be dead already.

Speaking of Castiel, he was just letting Dean choke him up against the table. I knew he didn’t really need my help in the situation, but I was starting to feel a little awkward just sitting there. It’s way different seeing these men fight when they’re on screen and I’m in a whole other world looking like a mole rat on my couch. 

With courage that I didn’t know I had, I muttered, “Guys… I need to take a shit. Real bad.”

Three pairs of eyes turned to look at me in… surprise? Disgust? Both? It didn’t really matter what they thought of my statement, all that mattered was Castiel’s insensitive words were forgotten. For now.

Fingers combing through his hair, Sam sighed, “Come on then,” he said, walking off. He expected me to follow him and I did. To the best of my ability. He’s got long fucking legs, so he’s got even longer fucking strides. I had to practically run and I’m of average height!

Sam finally stopped at the door to the bathroom. I didn’t actually have to shit, but I figured I could use this opportunity of aloneness to recoup, realign, and do all things zen. 

Closing the door to the bathroom, I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. Today was one of the weirdest days of my life. I wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad weird yet, but it was weird. I never thought I would travel to a different universe. I never thought I would ever meet the Winchesters. I never thought I would get to walk with my own two feet - mostly - through the bunker that I’ve adored for years. 

What the hell brought me here? I wasn’t really complaining, but I still have to wonder. Was this planned? Was this person’s body kept alive for me to go in it? Do I have to save this world somehow? Am I connected to something here? Was this fate like Castiel mentioned?

I sat on the toilet seat feeling pretty lost. I wasn’t sure why it was so bright in the fucking bathroom, but it was bothering me so I slammed my face onto my lap. It was dark and warm and what I really needed at the moment. 

I know, a really sharp change in my emotions, but that’s just how it be sometimes. Perhaps being alone right now wasn’t the best decision. Usually, being alone worked, but now it felt like there were 20-pound weights on my shoulders, and it was getting kind of hard to breathe. It was also really hot, so I started squirming on the toilet seat like that was gonna cool me off.  I don’t know what I thinking because that’s not how heat works.

Then, I thought I could sit on the floor and continue my deep ponder about how the fuck I got into this situation, but I finally realized I was having a panic attack and didn’t really want to move. I found that if I moved, I would black out or it would be 10 times worse, but who knows, maybe this body works differently.

So, I moved to the floor. The floor was nice and cool, but then I started thinking about spiders because I was on the floor in an underground bathroom and spiders here really made sense. I wanted to get back on the toilet, but my body didn’t wanna listen. So now, I was a lump of a human on the bathroom floor that was probably shivering, but I couldn’t really feel my body anymore.

I wonder why when my body’s panicking my thoughts are calmer than when my body’s not panicking. It doesn’t really make sense. Like, none of my thoughts were screaming at me or telling me to do stupid shit. They were just calmly saying stuff like ‘you should get up’ or ‘there might be spiders here’ or ‘your probably gonna die, but take your time’. 

Yeah, the calm thoughts were definitely worst.

Now I recognized the feeling of tears falling down my face and I felt pretty pathetic. I mean, what the fuck was I crying for? Nothing was wrong. They hadn’t killed me yet. I’d always wanted to travel to another world, but I guess my body couldn’t take it. Wait! This wasn’t even my fucking body!

“So goddamn pathetic,” I wheezed. My right cheek was pressed against the floor and when I talked I could feel the tears smearing all over the place and it gave me the ick, but I couldn’t stop myself from crying. 

I love to mention the fact that I have a superiority complex, but I never talk about the opposite of that. My dandy ‘you’re a fucking loser and will never do anything in your life’ complex. It always sneaks up on me at the worst times, like when I’m supposed to be enjoying myself in another universe for crying out loud, and makes me feel more worthless than - fucking - everything. It makes me wanna crawl into a hole and never come back out.

Feeling worthless and having a panic attack simultaneously isn’t the best. It means not only can you not breathe, but you also don’t feel like trying. So, I laid on the floor of the bathroom and didn’t do any of the breathing exercises that my therapist taught me. I just waited to black out.

“Hey, kid, you doing okay in there?” Sam’s voice sounded so far away. I could barely hear it. My lungs were starting to hurt from lack of air, so I curled my aching body into a pathetic little ball.

Pathetic.

“Did you hear me?” Sam sounded. I didn’t move a muscle. I wasn’t surprised when I heard his footsteps getting farther from the door. Of course, he would abandon me. Even I would abandon myself. I was so damn pathetic that I didn’t deserve to be cared for.

Bang!

“Kid! What the hell?” Sam’s voice was now closer. Was it odd that I could smell him? Was I really that desperate for someone that I was imagining things?

So fucking pathetic.

Strong arms lifted me off the floor. I was now pushed against a firm chest and not cold tiles. I don’t think I was imagining this, but I wasn’t gonna get my hopes up. I couldn’t see much because of the tears, so I just snuggled deeper into Sam’s flannel.

More footsteps approached. More voices.

“What the hell happened?”

“They were in the bathroom and I heard sobbing, but they wouldn’t answer the door.”

“Are they hurt?” 

“No, I think they’re having a panic attack.”

“A what?”

“A panic attack, Dean. I’m just gonna get them to lay down somewhere other than the floor.”

“The floor? Did they pass out?”

Sam brushed my hair back to see my face, “Maybe. They’re awake now.”

When we got to the couch, Sam put me down and crouched in front of me. He was looking into my eyes while I was trying to look at his. 

“Breathe with me,” Sam whispered gently. 

I tried to do what he said, but my lungs were burning. Every breath I tried to take would come out shaky or devolve into a sob. Sam slowly took my hands, giving me a chance to pull away, and continued breathing with me. It took a while, but soon I was breathing steadily and my crying had stopped.

“You okay?” Sam asked.

I nodded.

“You want some water?” 

I nodded again.

“Dean?” Sam turned to his brother that was standing behind him, “Mind getting them some water?”

Before Dean could move Castiel appeared with a glass of water in hand. I hadn’t even noticed he had left. The angel handed me the glass and while I gulped it down, he stayed hovered over me. He looked really worried, but I wasn’t sure why.

“Does this happen a lot?” Sam questioned. His hand was still holding one of mine. It was comforting.

“Yeah,” I croaked, “No big deal.”

“Is there something wrong with them?” The shorter brother asked.

“Nah, I’m just kinda sensitive,” I huffed, “Kind of hoped I wouldn’t have to deal with that in this body.”

“Sorry you have to,” said Sam, “I know how it feels.”

Well, well, well. One of my personal headcannons was true. 

I gave Sam a smile and finally let go of his hand. I didn’t really wanna talk about this anymore.

“So, you guys got anything to eat?”

I used my own experience with panic attacks to write the scene in this chapter, so if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.

AN: loved this chapter sm. I really like the tone of this fanfiction and I'm gonna try to keep it like this so when it gets dark... well- it doesn't get too depressing.

Hope you enjoyed!

Something about the fact that the Winchesters never really acknowledge the fact that this might be hard for Castiel. Not even in the physical all angels are continuously brainwashed to never question authority level but just on the level that the angels were his family. And hey it might have just been a little bit hard to have my whole world view upended and now I’ve killed my family in droves all for you but you don’t even care that it might have been just the tiniest bit hard for me. Just as long as you don’t gave to kill your little brother right?

What’s even worse is that the narrative bends over backwards to justify it. Like why should the Winchesters care that these are essentially Cas’ siblings when they are objectively evil? The angels used to be complicated with frustrating and contradictory motivations now if you’re not Cas or Lucifer or haven’t magically completely escaped centuries of brainwashing and devotion and family then fuck you I guess and even when you do fuck you still cause your name isn’t Sam or Dean Winchester

Even fucking Michael, objectively the most brainwashed of all, like I know Michael’s not squeaky clean but come on the Winchesters and Cas have done so much worse to earth and heaven, than Michael ever managed too. They literally have no higher ground. But yet their whoooooole plan revolves around Michael going back to his father and it’s this big gotcha moment and not two traumatized adults exploiting the very real traumatic devotion maintained by years of abuse in a moment where Michael literally had the only other source of stability he had for years snatched away from him and it was looking like his only options where to spend eternity in the company of those two clowns. You do this after he literally already helped you and just fought his brother for you? you don’t even try to come up with another plan? Honestly, It just feels malicious. As if Dean can’t understand running back to your father when every other sense of stability has been taken away from you.

Supernatural has shown over and over again that family is only important to Dean and Sam when it’s their family. Because fuck anyone else that tries to pull the same bullshit for their family you’re objectively wrong and Winchesters have the moral high ground and the right to stop/kill you. they are only ever called on this twice in 15 seasons. But come on not even fucking Cas? Cas?

I finally finished the first chapter of my first Supernatural/Destiel fic!!! I’ve been working on it for a few weeks now, and I decided to finally post it. I’m planning on making it several chapters long, and I’ll try to update once a week or so. I hope you enjoy! (This is a different ao3 from my One Piece one. Saturns_Zer0)

Rating: Mature Warnings:  No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Benny Lafitte/Dean Winchester (past), Eileen Leahy/Sam Winchester, Castiel & Jack Kline, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Castiel & Gabriel (Supernatural) Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jack Kline, Charlie Bradbury, Gabriel (Supernatural), Bobby Singer (Supernatural)

Summary:

“Hey, Sam?” Dean asked, avoiding his brother’s question.

“Yeah?”

“Say you haven't talked to someone in years, right. How would you go about maybe, you know, seeing if they'd want to talk to you again?”

2 years ago, Dean made a decision. He never wanted to hurt his boyfriend, Castiel, and thought he was doing the right thing for both of them, but he very quickly misses Cas after ending their relationship. He dates around for a bit, but nobody ever fills the void that Cas left inside of him. With some encouragement from his best friend Charlie, and a lot of reluctance from his brother, Dean reaches out to Cas again with hopes of rekindling their old friendship, with maybe a hope for something a little more than friendship.

Where I’m at in supernatural (I’m on like literally ep 6 help) I haven’t met Castiel yet, but based on tumblr and memes I’m assuming this is their relationship

dean: *talking abt his childhood* but yk shit happens

Castiel: *eye twitching*

dean: what

Castiel: that’s not normal

dean: and? I’m fine aren’t i

Castiel: *gay “no babe ur not” frustration*

Take A Break - Cas Imagine

Cas x Reader

Summary : You and the boys have a hard time finding a case so you decide to relax for the day.

You closed the laptop in front of you. It had been almost 5 months since the Winchesters had asked you to move in. It had been the first time you had ever had a home and frankly it was weird and a little disorientating. Having somewhere to come back to after a hunt, not constantly being on the road. It was weird to say the least. 

You looked at the two boys. They were both doing research too but you could tell by the looks on their face that mean they got squat too. Dean had a sandwich in his hand munching on it as Sam frantically typed on the keyboard. Dean groaned and slammed the laptop shut. Sam stopped typing the clicking sound disappearing. He looked over at his brother. ‘Jack Squat’ Dean grumbled. ‘Sam’ You told them and Dean ran a hand over his face. ‘Me too, but this place has needed cleaning’ Sam smiled.

Dean’s eyes widened and you scowled. He turned his head looking at you. Dean always tried to put off cleaning the bunker, except the kitchen. He had this thing about the kitchen always being clean. You nibbled your lip and furrowed your eyebrows thinking of anything that would stop you from cleaning this place ‘I suggest a movie day, take a break, chill out’ You beamed. Dean stood pointing at you. ‘I second that, I got the snacks’ He nodded and smiled widely at Sam before turning almost running out of the room before his brother could protest.

Sam turned to you giving you his classic bitch face. ‘You really have to encourage him?’ You shrugged standing. Sam threw up his arms with a groan. You watched him stand drawing himself up to his full height. ‘I’ll get netflix ready’ You squealed and threw your arms out. He watched you for a second before letting the smile spread across his face. You watched as his dimples began to appear and he stepped around the table. 

He wrapped his long arms around you and you snuggled into his warm chest for a second and he kissed your head. ‘I guess we do need a day off’ He nodded patting your head. ‘I’ll call Cas’ You shouted after him when he walked from the room. He waved his hand behind him not disagreeing with you.

You squealed and clapped your hands together. It had been so long since you had spent a day with Cas, even for a case. And even longer since it had been when neither of you were doing anything, just relaxing. ‘Cas’ You prayed. ‘It’s not an emergency but I’d really like you here, please’ You let the silence fill the room. Then the flutter of wings. ‘What is it?’ You felt hands graze your hips and tighten. You stumbled as he gave you a sharp tug but you fell right into Castiel's body.

You sighed closing your eyes melting back into him. All the tension left your body. It was crazy just what one touch from the Angel could do to you. You could feel the hard lines of his chest and torso pressing into your back. His warmth seeping through the thin layers you both had on. ‘We’re having a day off’ You leaned your head back looking up. You were met by those bright blue eyes that had captivated you since you had first been introduced to Castiel. ‘Do you want to stay with us?’ You have him your best puppy eyes. 

He stayed silent for a second and you could see him mulling it over. ‘If you have something to do it’s okay’ You whispered. Cas leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a slightly awkward kiss. He pulled back and smiled softly at you. Not enough to show any teeth but enough to stretch those full beautiful lips so that, if it was possible, he looked more attractive. ‘Of course I will stay, I have not spend time with you in a while. I will be back in a moment’ He kissed your forehead before stepping away from you and disappearing.

Dean held up popcorn when he walked into the room. You were sitting on the bed your legs stretched out in front of you. You had changed into a pair of joggers and one of Castiel’s shirts. Sam was sitting on the other side of the large bed searching through the movies. ‘How are you even comfortable in that’ He gave your shirt a mock glare his lips forming a pout. You shrugged. ‘It smells like Cas, plus it’s big’ He rolled his eyes settling down in the plush armchair beside the bed.

He threw his feet up on the edge of the bed as he rolled his shoulders shifting to find a comfortable position. He smiled slightly when he found a comfortable spot. You loved seeing the boys smile, it was a rare occurrence in this life and you took every chance you could to make it a possibility. They had been through so much it made you unremarkably happy to see them happy. Your chest tightened a little as your own spread across your lips. 

Dean held out the popcorn for you and you took a handful before making a mock bowl with the shirt and dropping them onto your lap. ‘May I join you?’ None of you had noticed Castiel appear in the doorway until his rough voice had interrupted the silence. ‘Of course Cas’ Sam nodded. He moved over slightly as you followed leaving space between you and Dean for Cas on the edge of the bed.

Cas stepped into the room. Dean furrowed his eyebrows when he seen Castiel take off his trench coat and then his suit jacket. ‘Eh Cas?’ He asked hesitantly. ‘What are you doing?’ Dean asked Castiel as he laid both over Sam’s chest of drawers. ‘Y/n prefers to cuddle when I have those off’ Castiel shrugged smiling at you.

Dean moved his feet as Cas walked to the bed. ‘Since when do you two cuddle?’ Dean chuckled giving Sam a amused look. ‘Whenever we can’ Castiel climbed onto the bed beside you. ‘It is what you do when you are in a relationship’ Castiel told the hunter matter-of-factly not catching Dean’s teasing tone.

Dean’s smirk fell a little when he watched Castiel wrap his arm around you and you turn your body into the Angel. You offered him some popcorn to which he nodded. Taking some in your fingers you reached up and put it between his full lips. He tilted his head back and let it fall into his mouth. He grimaced as he chewed it and you giggled a little. ‘I do not understand why you like it’ Castiel furrowed his eyebrows.

You let out a loud laugh as you looked up at him. He looked down at you and twisted his fingers in your hair. ‘It tastes like molecules’ Castiel informed you for the millionth time. Everything he ate tasted like molecules, yet he still ate the things you loved. He always tried them at least once, just for you. Because the face he made always brought a smile to your face and he loved seeing you smile, especially when he was the cause of it.

You poked him in the side. ‘Everything tastes like molecules to you’ You giggled. A smile graced Castiel's face.  You seen Dean smile out of the corner of your eye as he watched you interact with the angel. ‘Some compositions of molecules I like’ He dipped his head pressing his lips to your in a quick kiss. You smiled sighing happily. You buried your face into his neck fisting his shirt in your hand. ‘Still here’ Dean grunted.

You looked over at him and rolled your eyes. ‘I know that Dean, I would have kissed her for longer if you had not been’ He looked down at you. ‘She does not like kissing in front of you’ You felt your cheeks heat up. How you had ended up with someone like Castiel. You had been a simple college girl before everything had been turned upside down by a witch. She did not like your dorm for some strange reason. The boys had shown up and sorted things out. Two years later you were a hunter yourself.

You had chased down a case in Texas and ran into the boys again. Together you had worked it out and gone to a bar after, where the boys had introduced you to Castiel. You both had hit it off straight away. His weird humour and behaviour made you laugh more than it did the boys. You were more patient with his lack of knowledge with Earth. And Castiel was grateful for it. At the end of the night he had walked you back to your motel, something he had seen once in a movie.

You had given him your number incase he needed anything. He had called you a week later asking for your help again when the boys were in danger. You had prayed to him when you were hurt badly by a demon. He had healed you but insisted on staying by your side for the next few hunts as his grace was not up to full capacity and he wanted to make sure he had healed you properly. From then on you two had been in regular contact.

When the boys got the bunker they had offered you a room when you were passing through. You visited them often and Castiel always dropped by when you did, something you had later found out the Winchesters had orchestrated. They had picked up on Castiel’s strong feelings for you and decided to see where it lead. They had left you both in the bunker for a week alone claiming to be off on a case for that length and refusing help. When you had went to leave for your own case they had taken it.

So you and Castiel spent a week together. You didn’t know why he didn’t leave at the time but you knew now Dean had told him he’d murder him if you didn’t take a week off, so Castiel had stayed to make sure you stayed. You had thought him more about modern technology and he had told you about the history of the world. You had loved hearing about the way it was before humans.

And Castiel had only been happy to tell you. He loved the way you paid attention to him. How you would lean forwards towards him as he spoke. How your eyes would light up when he spoke of something that really sparked your interest. That week was the first time of many he had tried eating something you had loved. He had smiled when you had laughed after he told you it tasted of molecules.

He had listened to you when you had spoke, more than anyone you had met. And he remembered everything you told him. In that week you had fallen in love with him. And he had fallen in love with you.

When the brothers had arrived home Castiel had went straight to Sam. He knew Dean would give him the same useless advice he had given him before they left. Just go for it. But he didn’t exactly know how to do that, which was why he went to Sam.

You were putting your bags into the banged up truck you had the next morning. you were off to a small town further north. It seemed like a simple salt and burn. Castiel had appeared in the garage. He had walked right up to you and asked you straight out if he could kiss you. You had leaned forwards and pulled him down to you.

After that your relationship had progressed. He would try to pop in as much as he could when you were away but you would always come back to the bunker, Castiel insisted on it. He wanted you to have a home, wanted you to have something permanent and safe. So you had obliged. He had taken you to see the Northern lights when he had asked you to be his girlfriend. Something you had agreed to immediately and happily.

You smiled. ‘What about this?’ Sam asked breaking your train of thought. You looked away from Castiel and up at the TV. You nodded not really caring what was playing. Castiel lifted his hand a little as he stroked his knuckle across your cheek. ‘I do not have any objections’ Castiel nodded. Dean grunted beside him as he picked up his beer. ‘I’m just here to get away from research’ He shrugged placing the bottle back on the stand.

Sam hit play and the music filled the room. You turned your body more burying your face into Castiel's neck. He turned his head and nuzzled into your hair, his lips pressing firmly to your scalp. He wrapped his arms around you more firmly and slid down the bed so you were both lying down. You sighed contently turning your head to face the TV.

It had been four hours since you had all sat down. Dean had ordered take away and was gone to collect it. Sam was somewhere else in the bunker and you and Castiel were still tangled up on Sam’s bed. His finger were running through your hair. You had your eyes closed your finger had slipped between the buttons of his shirt and tracing small patterns on the soft skin of his chest.

You sighed the soft smile stuck on your face. ‘I love you Cas’ You breathed out. You knew it was a random thing to say, especially when neither of you had actually said it before. It was always implied but you wanted to say it to him, say it straight out. ‘You don’t have to say anything, I just wanted you to know’ You offered when you felt his fingers still in your hair.

It was silent for a moment before Cas broke it. ‘I love you also Y/n’ His voice sent a shiver down your spine, or maybe it was the words. You opened your eyes and tilted your head back. Castiel was already looking down at you. His eyes shining, the last time you had seen that look the Northern lights had been dancing over your heads.

His bright blue eyes searched your face and his lips pulled back into a smile. Not a small smile either, a smile that showed off his teeth and gums, one that lit up his face and made the sides of his eye crinkle. His fingers tangled in your hair as he leaned down towards you. His eyes drifted closed. You allowed yours to stay open for a moment.

You took in his long lashes that cast shadows on his slightly flushed cheeks. Your eyes closed as he pressed his lips firmly to yours. You hummed content gripping his shirt to pull yourself closer to him. Castiel shifted causing you to roll onto your back. He settled above you his body pressing yours into the soft mattress underneath you.

His lips left yours and trailed along your cheek towards your ear. ‘I love you, more than anything I have witnessed on this Earth’ He whispered in your ear as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Your fingers tangled in his dark locks. ‘I did not know if you felt the same’ You felt your heart tighten.

He pressed a kiss just below your ear. ‘Of course I do Cas’ You tugged on his hair and he leaned back. He laid his forehead against yours. ‘How could I not? All the things you do for me, the boys, the world. You’ve fought for us, killed for us, been there for us, healed us. How could I not love you?’ Your eyes searched his for any doubt.

But you found nothing, just pure love and adoration. ‘I thank fate everyday that I met you’ His hot breath fanning across your face as his hand left your hip. He brought it up t your face. His fingers tracing across your cheekbone. ‘You have the brightest soul I’ve ever seen in a human, it glows when I’m here. When I’m close to you, when you know I’m here’ He smiled. ‘And when I told you I loved you, it was the brightest I’ve ever seen it’ You eyes stared bore into his

It always intrigued you when he spoke about souls like that, how he could see them and how he could watch them react to the world around them. ‘Cas’ You breathed before leaning up and pressing your lips against his again. You felt him smile and he pressed his lips firmly against yours. 

His hand cupped your cheek holding you against him. ‘Really? Guys, really?’ Castiel pulled away from you and rolled off you. You sat up and looked towards the door. Sam stood with a smirk on his face. His arms crossed as he leaned against the doorway. 

Dean appeared behind him. He held a large brown bag in his arms. He looked between you and Cas, then his head snapped to his brother. Sam looked at him and you groaned. Dean turned to look into the room an amused expression on his face. ‘Really Cas? Never thought you’d be that adventurous’ He laughed stepping into the room. Sam looked at his brother with a glare before shaking his head. He began to chuckle.

Cas looked at them. ‘We were not about to do anything, I was kissing my girlfriend’ He grumbled as Dean sat down in his chair from earlier. ‘Yah, and we all know where kissing leads to’ You reached across Castiel to smack Deans shoulder. 

He laughed and laid the bag on the bedside table by his empty beer bottles. ‘It’s Sam’s room, nothing was going to happen’ You grumbled feeling yourself flush. Sam dropped onto the bed beside you. ‘Yeah, yeah, sure’ Dean chuckled as he winked down at Castiel.

Castiel sat up straight so quickly you jumped. ‘I am allowed to kiss the woman I love wherever I see fit’ Castiel growled at the hunter and he laid his hand on yours. Dean’s eyes widened slightly and he raised his hand up into the air in surrender. Castiel gave a sharp nod.

Dean handed you and Sam your dinner and took his own from the bag. You all settled back into your old positions. ‘So’ Sam shoved more of the salad into his mouth. ‘The woman you love?’ He raised his eyebrows at Castiel a grin on his face

You groaned and rolled your eyes shoving a frie into your mouth. ‘Yes, the woman I love’ Castiel nodded as if it was no big deal. Dean chuckled. ‘You told her this?’ He looked around his friend to you. You gave him a bitch face. ‘About five minutes before you two interrupted our moment’ You glared at him. Sam apologised while laughing. Dean just let out a booming laugh throwing his head back. ‘Well, if you want to continue, make sure you turn on some music or something’ He joked and Castiel furrowed his eyebrows tilting his head to the side.

You leaned back into Castiel after you had all finished. Sam had started another movie. Castiel leaned down his lips brushing your ear. ‘I love you, and we will continue this later’ He kissed your temple before straightening back up his eyes on the TV. I love you too, and I look forward to it. You prayed to the Angel.

You seen the smile spread across his lips and found yourself smiling as well as you snuggled back into your Angel’s side.

I’m back from my Festival !!!!!!! And was feeling the Cas vibe, hope you enjoy some Cas.

@hungryandbored222

I Liked It - Castiel Imagine

Castiel x Reader

Summary: You pop by for help at an old friend’s house and you meet someone who will mean a great deal to you in the future.

The gravel spit as you pulled up to the old house. You had just been here last week, only in a lot better shape. You had the door of your pick up open before it came to a complete stop. Your feet touched the ground seconds later and you were sprinting towards the house. The door left open behind you having no time to close it.

Pain flared through your shoulder as it hit the ground ripping the grey shirt you wore. You grunted twisting your arm coming up just in time to block the sharp points from ripping into your neck. You wrapped your leg around the man who had tackled you and pushed yourself up. 

You turned. Before your knees hit the ground you had your machete from your belt. The dull thunk to your bones as you straddled the vamp barely had an impact on you as you swung your arm down. The blade sliced clean through the flesh of his neck and his head lolled rolling from his body.

Wasting no time you pushed yourself up and began running again leaving the body and growing pool of blood behind you.

You didn’t even knock only pulling the door open. ‘Bobby’ You shouted as you stumbled into the house. ‘You Son Of A Bitch that nest was three times the size we thought’ You came to a halt when you seen three men spin around the corner into the hall. They were all holding guns up to you. ‘Calm down, you wombats, it’s me’ You began walking again. You shoved them out of the way before opening the chest Bobby had.

You began pulling out large knives. ‘And about 13 vamps behind me’ You grumbled straightening. It was then that you noticed the man sitting on Bobby’s couch. He wasn’t one you had ever seen before. ‘Little Y/n Y/l/n?’ Dean lowered his gun with a fond smile. ‘Been a while Winchester’ You nodded as you handed him the knives. ‘You too Sammy-o’ You patted his brother on the shoulder before going to Bobby.

He was giving you his ‘I am not amused’ face. You smiled slightly and shrugged. Sam smiled saying hello as he looked confused. ‘Listen, there was a nest a few miles out, more than we thought, I needed back up’ You told them before turning to the strange man in the trench coat. ‘Here, you should have one’ You took his wrist putting the sharp weapon into his hand.

Dean sighed. ‘This is Castiel, he’s an Angel’ You gaped as the man stood. He was tall, not as tall as the brothers, but tall none the less. ‘Oh, that doesn’t surprise me’ You winked at him with a coy smile. Instantly his eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head to the side.

Which you found utterly adorable.

Hard to believe this man was one of the most powerful beings in the universe. Bobby had told you all about Angels with the more you learned. It would not strike you that this man, no matter how tall and well built and strong he looked, with his bright blue eyes full pretty lips, that lost confused expression, his awkward still posture could literally snap his fingers and explode you into tiny pieces. 

He blinked. ‘Are you flirting with me?’ He asked his eyes flickering behind you for confirmation. You heard Dean chuckle. ‘Yes, yes I am Castiel. And I would like to do more if I don’t die in a few moments’ You reached out your hand. ‘I’m Y/n, and I would love to get to know you, a lot better’ You winked again and Castiel just continued to stare at you not shaking your hand.

He opened his mouth to talk but there was a loud crash from outside. ‘Oh, introductions can wait’ You smiled and turned away from the boys. ‘It’s showtime’ You strolled over to the chest taking out another two weapons. One you hooked in your belt the other you twirled between your fingers sending a smile over your shoulders at the boys.

You slid across the car your foot coming into contact the the shoulder of a tall woman. It threw her off balance but she recovered quickly turning. You were on her before she could reach you swinging the machete and her head lobbed to the ground. Turning you sprinted for Bobby who was on the ground wrestling with another.

You were intercepted by the blonde woman who you had seen earlier. You lurched to the left lashing out. Your balance faltering and you stayed on your feet by adjusting your swing. The blade got lodged in her shoulder after hacking through her neck. Unable to yank it out you left it there pressing on towards the older hunter. A foot from the two you threw yourself forwards. Your shoulder collided with his side catching him off guard.

The force pulled him from Bobby and the two of you flew through the air for a second. Then he hit the ground and you both started to roll. You stopped when your back hit the wheel of a battered up car. 

Black dots clouded your vision as pain flared in the back of your head. But you seen him coming. He dove forwards a snarl on his wrinkled face. You had enough time to shift slightly his fangs digging deep into your shoulder. You cried out as he clamped down and then snapped his head back.

Blood dripped from his lips as he spat the skin he had ripped from your shoulder onto the ground beside you two. Your other arm shot out your closed fist catching his jaw and his head jerked to the side as your vision began to clear up. His fingers wrapped around your neck immediately cutting off your air supply. 

He pulled you forwards and then pushed you back down slamming your head into the ground again. You grunted trying to pry his hands from your neck s you began to splutter and wheeze. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist and your other elbow came down both jerking them in the same direction.

He slammed your head harder into the ground before yanking his arm back. Then his head was gone and a bloody Bobby standing above you with wide eyes was the last thing you seen before you blacked out.

You jerked awake your eyes meeting an intense blue. ‘Cas’ You breathed out. ‘You were grasping at your throat, I had to wake you’ He explained pulling his fingers back from your forehead as he sat back on the bed. ‘I was remembering’ You whispered as you pushed yourself up. The blanket on your bed fell from your body the cold causing the hairs on your arms to stand up.

Castiel tilted his head to the side. ‘Remembering? What?’ He asked. You hand drifted to your shoulder running over the skin there. You looked up at him with a smile. ‘The first time I met you, at Bobby’s with the vampire case’ Castiel chuckled nodding.

 He sat in beside you his back leaning into the headboard of your bed. ‘Ah yes, I remember that very clearly’ He spoke with a fond smile on his face his eyes taking in the room for a moment before he turned back to you. ‘I found you odd, even for a human’ You rolled your eyes. ‘But I liked it’ You felt the corners of your lips twitch and you couldn’t contain the smile that graced your face at his words.

You leaned closer to him. ‘Well I would hope so’ You giggled and pressed a kiss to the very naked Angel’s lips. ‘Seeing as you are planning on marrying me in two weeks’ You mumbled and leaned back into him your skin pressing against his as he wrapped his arms around you pulling you on top of him.

He smiled up at you. ‘I love you’ He muttered pulling your face closer to his his breath mingling with yours ‘I love you too’ You obliged pressing your lips to the ones you loved so much, to your fiancees.

You sighed happily knowing that in just over two weeks you two would be standing at the altar, you in a white dress, Cas in that perfectly fitted black suit, surrounded by the people you both loved more than anything.

And then you’d be married, married to the love of your life, a real life Angel. Your Angel. Your Castiel.

I am SO sorry I haven’t posted anything in SO long, I’ve been so caught up with college and all my assignments and reports I’ve been having to do that any downtime I had was spent not even wanting to have to string a sentence together properly (or partying) So I am very sorry I haven’t posted. I’ve started to settle in properly now and am not as overwhelmed so I’ll be posting more

Thank you guys, I love you and thanks for reading my stuff :)

im going to rip the skin off of my face (i thought about a silly little tv show a bit too much)

they’re MY favorite characters, and i WILL be pretending they’re transgender

oh look its the guy™

bloody cas,,,,

closeups and alt under the cut!!!

bro is a cosmic horror in this one ^

castiel ❤️‼️

make sure to leave suppressed bisexuality and self-worth issues out for castiel tonight

had to reinstall firealpaca due to tech issues so here is my newest bit of art on it (there's a ??? fried chicken brush now??)