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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.

James Bond Gets Fucked Roughly By Colonel Sanders

Don't take this seriously, lmao

Pairing - Asmodeus x Arthur Ketch

Triggers - Terrible food jokes

It was a long day after Arthur had finished his hunt, which entailed a few rowdy, troublesome vampires. It wasn't anything too difficult, though only one thing was on his mind. He needed a good dick down. Walking down the halls of Hell, the James Bond wannabe was eager to see the King of Hell, knowing he would get exactly what he wanted.

Opening the doors of the throne room, he had found Asmodeus, in his suit of white, spread out on the throne. Staring the demon down, he couldn't help but see how much Asmodeus looked like Colonel Sanders, making Ketch bite his bottom lip, resisting a moan at the thought of the man making him a human five-dollar fill-up.

Asmodeus couldn't help but smirk at the man before him, his pearly whites showing as he smelled Arthur's arousal, making the Demon of Lust twitch in his seat. "Hello, Arthur." Asmodeus hummed, getting up from the stone throne, quickly meeting the lips of the hunter. They were both needy, needing some good ol' dicking, like your mother.

"Please, Colonel, fuck me like your little cum slut." Arthur moaned, tugging at Asmodeus's hair, making the demon moan in return from the pain. "You know I can't resist you, Arthur. I crave that bussy of yours." Asmodeus replied, quickly going to work on Arthur's neck, making the B-Rated Bond moan in pleasure.

Snapping away their clothing, Asmodeus becoming too eager for the taste of Arthur's bussy once more. So wet, so tight. He could never resist such a thing unless it was his famous KFC Bowl, which is in restaurants near you for only $3:99. Grabbing Arthur by his ass, he slammed him onto the nearest table, having him laying on his back, giving the demon a clear view of Arthur's flushed face and body.

Though, Asmodeus couldn't help but notice Arthur's dick that twitched with any movement or friction that came its way. Grabbing ahold of his dick, Asmodeus gave it a few pumps, earning begging and pleading whines from the hunter, who started to act like a mother who won the casserole competition. "You like that don't you?" Asmodeus said, more of a statement than a question.

The demon didn't wait for an answer, instead aligned himself at Arthur's entrance, not bothering with lube, liking the pain and suffering he gave his lover, as well as his customers after a bad batch of chicken. Thrusting himself into Arthur, Asmodeus like out a guttural, nearly feral moan as he started to thrust, making Arthur cry out in pain and pleasure from his ass being ripped open without warming. Arthur felt as if it were better than any cactus he had used.

With each thrust, Asmodeus went deeper into Arthur's bussy, soon finding the bottom's prostate, hitting Arthur's sweet spot that made him see stars every time it was beaten like a defense woman. "Fuck yes. Almost as good as my coleslaw, Arthur." Asmodeus moaned out, feeling himself close to his orgasm. Arthur was already nearly on the edge, the constant stimulation of his prostate making him shake and whimper for more.

After a few more thrusts, Arthur arched his back, coming hard as he reached his orgasm. "Yes, Colonel!" He moaned out, hitting the table once again as his back straightened back up. With his hole tight and clenched, it only took a few more thrusts before Asmodeus filled Arthur with his five-dollar fill-up, pulling out not long after. His secret KFC sauce spilling out of Arthur's hole, dripping down his cheeks.

Watching as Arthur helplessly laid on the table, Asmodeus admired the work he had done to Arthur, seeing him a panting mess. Getting a sudden idea, Asmodeus leaned down to come right in front of Arthur's dick, licking from Arthur's shaft, feeling the rhythm of the male's heart from the orgasmic pulses.

It only further aroused the demon as his hands gripped the Rip-Offs hips, making Arthur whine from the overstimulation of his dick, his head hitting the table as Asmodeus's tongue met his slit. With fresh, hot cum coating his tongue, Asmodeus let it lather in his mouth, whispering softly into Arthur's ear as he swallowed. "It's finger lickin' good."

Sam was being goofy and never expected Cass to stick out his tongue too. (but truth be told…Sam liked it!) Yum! Pure P@r%!!

I’m just going to start to reblog every ship I find and not care

(But I will post my own stuff)