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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.”

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.

Dean x OC | The Ultimate Gift.

Imagine: Dean comes back for late from a hunt around your birthday with a gift he's for certain, will be one you never forget. TW: death, angst.

OR - the first time you say the words "I love you" to a Winchester brother.

// Men of Letters Bunker //

Two sharp raps at the door followed by Dean's secret jingle has you smiling faintly when you look up at the door of your little private space in the huge bunker.

"Come in!" You call out and he opens the door, left hand behind his back.

"Hey there, lonely girl." He sang as he danced his shoulders toward you and you couldn't have the faint giggle that escaped you.

"How was the hunt? Must've been a rager for you if you've been gone all this time.. and is that." She sniffed the air. "Victory beer?"

"Well you know, I wouldn't have missed your birthday." He scratched his neck with his free hand. "Sammy said you went back home? How was that?"

"Oh you know... the usual." She chuckled. "Got together with a few old hunting buddies and had an existential crisis."

"Dean!" Sam raced in. "OH. I thought I was gonna miss it."

"Miss what?" You asked.

"Hey." Dean said sharply, eyes darting over his shoulder but not really turning to look at his younger brother. "So, anyway. What'd Sam get you? Just curious."

"He bought me an AirTag. Well bought all of us one."

"Sure did. And taught her how to set it up on her phone. She's got eyes on both of us at all times and vice versa."

"Both... Did you put a tracker on me?" Dean turned his head and Sam scoffed.

"Would you rather me or she put a tracking spell on you...?" Sam gestured you with a pointed eyebrow.

"Anyway." you sighed before the boys got into a signature argument over just the dullest things. "It was nice."

"Well. My gift is arguably the best one of all time."

"Why?" Sam was nearly belligerent and beside himself. "A better gift than a way to completely kill off the anxiety of 'when/where/why?"

Dean pulled a sloppily wrapped gift out from his back and held it to you with genuine thrill in his eyes as he sat on the edge of your bed. You frowned at the peculiar shape of it. Slowly but surely you began to peel the wrapping paper off and was genuinely surprised to find a bloody blade sitting in a ziplock bag in your hands.

"Dean..." You frowned. "I don't..."

"That's the sword I used to kill the demon that..." He grabbed your hand. "That killed him." The statement was so definitive. The blade that killed the man you loved... The reason hunting became your vice...

You tried to speak, but no words came out of you as you looked at the visceral remains practically caramelized between the weapon and the plastic.

"That's where I've been. Killing the evil son of a bitch that--" His big eyes were red rimmed so fast it nearly broke your heart. He blinked away tears and bit his lip. "Went down there and summoned the bastard myself."

"Dean, you've been gone for days..." Sam shook his head.

"Well, yeah. What was I just supposed to kill it? No... I made it bleed... I made it suffer...." You let the bag turn over in your hands. "And now Princess has got her very own trophy."

"Dean.." You fought to find words. "I love you."

His face faltered for a second. You'd never said those three words out loud. Not even when you were the most grief stricken talking about your late partner..

"Love you too. We both do. Happy late birthday. Now let's make with the belated birthday cake and pie before Sammy starts crying like a bitch."

"Hey, fuck you! Jerk." The boys began poking jabs at each other as you took the weapon in which slain the beast that slain your heart into the drawer of your bedside table.

You jumped up and didn't for a second miss the gesture Dean made behind his back, opening and closing his fingers in the palm of his hand... signaling you to come take his hand behind his back.

You grabbed it and he squeezed twice before practically tugging you into the hall, all the while still making jokes at Sam as if his warm hand wasn't all the affirmation that the love of the Winchesters was always the ultimate gift.

Vitality // the codex /

(I’ll “tag” this properly when I’m not building a blanket fort in the backseat.)

You stared at the frame of your baby. Sitting next to the infamous Winchester impala, you were a scrub in comparison. Your baby has gone through literal hell and back and though it very much looked it, you were proud.

“A beauty.” You heard his voice as he walked around the car. You forced yourself to reject the flashback of the day he’d gone with you, in complete stealth mode to get your tires fixed.. how envious it was that an ex lover had access to your tire size. You shook your head and started back into the foyer of the bunker.

“Dean. I’m just saying.”

“I can stand to read a book or two. Look Sam, I didn’t even want Castiel flapping his fucking feathers in my face.. the last thing I wanna do is be swept up in your..” he waved his hand indicating he wouldn’t say more.

“But. If it helps, is it not.. worth it?”

Dean sighed. Sam was right. You’d been completely off the rails lately. Each hunt becoming much more physically taxing on you than the last. Sure, seeing you hunt at all was an honor and an art form.. but as selfish as it was, he was sick of the mourning. He wanted what he knew best.. his favorite choice hunting partner with the lethal draw. Still.. even he was exhausted of watching you battle with all of it.

“What?” He glared at his brother.

“So—“ Sam slid into the closest chair, his fingers gently holding the leather bound book underneath him. “They don’t need validation. They don’t.. when I said praise. I was thinking, compliments.. good job.. you know?” Sam’s perplexed face almost made you roll your eyes from your hiding place.

“Yeah, you pissed her off real good with that one.” Dean smirked over the lip of his beer.

“I know.. but it’s because I had it wrong. She recharges when others preen.” Sam paused for a moment, waiting for Dean to show a level of interest but was instead pinned with a glare.

“So the.. foundation of it, is her energy force, is when a human is.. happy. Unintentionally.”

“So we fake happy to knock her health bar back up?”

“I don’t know.” Sam shook his head. “No one has ever documented like.. the details.”

“So it could be made up.”

“Or no hunter has lived long enough.”

You stepped away from that, catching raven hair disappearing down the hall in your peripheral. After careful decision making, you simply retired to bed.

//

Waking up, you could smell the unholy smell of aftershave. You hear a soft hum and roll over to look at the clock. 2am. Why are your senses heightened. You can feel the flesh torn into your back underneath your skin.. something had reached your grace.

With shy bare feet, you’re floating into the hallway with curious eyes. Maybe you’re hungry. It’s been months and you haven’t quite gotten down what’s your hunger and his greed. Most mornings. You feel Dean checking in before he’s physically even awake yet. Today, you’re unusually, empty of the extra feelings.

But you feel something. A buzz. Happiness threatening to burst. You feel like a thousand puppies dancing at once. It’s the highest you’ve ever felt.

The sight materializes through the wall before you approach the source of your thoughts. Sam is in the bathroom shaving. One whiff tells you it’s a familiar scent to him.. a happy memory. Hopelessly, you sigh. Happy memories were hard to come by. Uncontrollably, your body is in contact with the wall, feelings screaming inside of you.

Suddenly, the door opens and Sam pokes his head out, beard trimmed and the toothbrush hanging from his lips.

“Y/N?” He asks as he steps toward you and the lights around you flicker. “What are you doing up this late?”

You can’t speak. It’s unusual he could even summon a sentence, when you’re in this life form. You even wonder if you’re talking when you feel a hand on your shoulder and your entire body practically shrink into itself.

“You okay?” Dean asks. You look at him, and you can feel your own smile.

“I’m fine. Sam that aftershave smells divine.”

“Yeah?” Sam smiles harder than you’ve seen ever. “Smells like..?”

You took another whiff and it’s as if someone has opened a window and let the fresh air in. You try and fail not to bask in it. The smell of your dad’s old car after John got out when your eyes were too tired open. The smell of a goodbye hug and a promise you’d see your two favorite brothers again if you just held on to the next hunt.

Immediately, pain seers into your eyelids and you collapse, Dean immediately rushing to catch your fall.

Flashes of danger flip through your mind like a comic. Street signs. Blood. Black eyes.

“Demon.” You blurt out and Dean cast a frantic look on Sam. “Forty miles. West. One. Two civilians. You’ve got about five hours.”

With those words, your body collapses. Sam slowly crouches down, can hear your breathing and looks over at Dean. “You think she’s okay?”

“No. I think preening is like a freaking Bat symbol to these.. to her.” He pulled back a strand of your hair, not vocally expressing to Sam that he’s checking for any single evidence of the pain that came with what he couldn’t see.

“So I shouldn’t be happy around her?”

“You pick your battles.” Dean’s response is Ahard. “The same thing that charges her could be the same thing that strips her vitality. Not everything in the lure should be an automatic experiment. She’s human Sammy! Not a test dummy for your Nordic fantasies.”

“Thank you.” Came the faint whisper from the shaking frame between them.

“Come on.” Dean hoists you up with little to no effort. “Hell are you doing wondering around with no blanket?” Too weak and still trying to take the smell of the aftershave with you, you simply cuddle his chest tighter and let him carry you back to your room.

Maybe Sam was right. Maybe you just had to learn to live with the powers you were given. Even if preening was a word you had to remember to look up in the dictionary in the morning.

writing practice:3 (criticism is welcome)

For the first time in months—maybe years— everything feels quiet. The sounds of crickets and the swish of the water from the nearby lake fills the silence. They've just finished a hunt, the adrenaline wearing off as they sip their beers. There's no stress, no tense muscles and no fear. It's quiet, for the first time in a long time.

The brothers relish in it, knees bumping into the others on the hood of the impala. (They'll use the excuse that there isn't much room for the two of them, but they both know it isn't true.)

They don't talk. They listen to the sound of rushing water and Dean listens to his brother breathe, slow and measured. Calm. There is no threat, there is nothing for them to worry about. At least not in the moment.

Dean has never been good at that, forgetting his stresses and being able to relax. But his brother, his Sammy, makes it easier. Just being by his side and knowing he's okay, that he's alive, makes him calmer.