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gococogo · 1 year

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Playing Couple Pt. 3

「Synopsis 」 : Dean has had a bad day and it ruins his mood before the dinner. Cas leaves Dean to his own feeling but things go sidewards at the dinner.

「Word count」 : 3.24K

-> Genre: Supernatural angst/fluff

Paring: Dean Winchester / Castiel

[Warnings] : Adult themes/Gore

| M.List | Pt. 2 | Pt. 4

The week had gone by slowly for Dean. On Wednesday, it had gone to shit. Dean had woken up that morning to Cas gone. He wasn’t sitting in his usual spot on the bed looking out the window or staring at him. He hadn’t realize how normal it had become until the angel wasn’t there. Dean had jumped up from the bed, grabbing his gun and searched the house. No lights were turned on and nothing was out of place. The board games from the previous night were still tossed over from Dean’s anger and the beer bottles were still in their place.

It wasn’t until he got to the kitchen that he saw the note on the counter. He reads it over with his gun still pointed upwards, in case anything came out and jumped at him. But the simple note had made him lower his gun.

Gone out to help Gabriella with car. Be back soon.

Cas

A tension that Dean didn’t know he was holding is released from his body. Instead of letting Cas do his own thing, Dean got dressed with the letter on his mind. Does the angel even know how to fix a car? Does he even know anything about cars?

The answer to that question was a no. When Dean had arrived, Castiel didn’t know what he was doing. So, the hunter had to step in. Gabriella was pleased that Dean was helping out since her grandson didn’t know a lick about cars. Her grandson, Dante had come to visit and he was young and immature. Dante kept commenting on what Dean was doing. But Dean had manners and he kept his tongue.

The thing that had Dean over the edge though was running into town four times for car parts. He spent the entire day on Gabriella’s car. He didn’t have to, but he wanted to. The sun was beating down so he had to strip down to just his shirt and jeans. But still wearing jeans in this heat was a bad idea. After lunch, Dante went inside and Dean could work in piece. Which was a big relief.

It wasn’t until that the car started and everything sounded right that Dean called it a day. Cas had left Dean without him realizing awhile ago. That annoyed him for some reason. Gabriella gave him a peanut butter slice that she had been making all day and Dean had thanked her and said it was no problem.

All Dean wanted was a beer. But he quickly realized he had to run into town to get more. He didn’t want to, but he had to. After coming back home to Cas sitting in the kitchen looking over the newspaper. The entire day had put Dean in a bad mood even though he was rewarded for his labour. He took a beer into the shower and went straight to bed after that without a word to Cas. His mood had run into Thursday and Cas wasn’t having it.

“Dean, we need to be civil at this dinner,” Cas reminds the hunter.

“Civil? I am!” He exclaims.

Cas only gives him a look. While the angel is back in his suit with the trench coat for the dinner, Dean has just thrown on his ‘best’ jeans and a shirt with his leather jacket thrown over the top. The two stand out against each other being complete opposites.

“We’re only here to get to know people, that’s it,” Cas says.

“I know,” Dean seethes through his teeth.

The angel having to tell him to be a good boy for the dinner gets under his skin. Dean looks at himself in the mirror once more before leaving the house with Cas trailing behind. He locks the door once Cas is out and they head off. The place is only two houses down and it isn’t much of a walk. Dean can already see other people coming and walking to the same place. Cas takes Dean’s hand in his and holds tight so that the hunter can’t let go. Dean tries not to frown as they near the house. He puts on a smile as they reach the front yard. He can’t fuck this up.

“Hey, Dean! Hey, Castiel!” Dante shouts from the side gate. “Come this way!”

Instead of going through the house, they’re lead through the side gate to the back yard where everyone is waiting. Cas thanks Dante before they pass on. The back yard is set up so people can either sit or stand around. Food is being served off two big tables near the back door of the house. They’re filled with a variety of food but mostly Mexican. Gabriella stands in front of a small barbeque choring away cooking something that smells amazing.

There is at least ten other people here and everyone already knows each other. They’re talking and eating food already. Dean takes one look around and he already wants to go home.

“Cas what time did Gabriella say to come?” Dean asks, leaning into the angel’s ear.

“Seven, something?” The angel says without confidence.

“I think we’re late then,” the hunter mumbles.

Cas nods at that. Still holding onto the angel’s hand, Dean drags him along to where Gabriella is. As soon as she notices the two of them, her smiles gets bigger on her face.

“Hello! It’s good to finally see you here!” She says happily.

“We apologize if we’re late,” Castiel says.

Gabriella waves a tong at him. “No, it’s okay. Go grab some food and mingle with people. Dante can show you around if you want?”

“No,” Dean quickly says but lightly. “No, it’s fine.”

The hunter instantly goes over to the table of food, letting go of Castiel’s hand to pick up a plate. Dean fills a paper plate up with different foods, he doesn’t know what to start on. There’s chicken legs, chips and salsa, pickled red cabbage for the other stuff to put on tacos. Which look to be home made. There is a bunch of other meats and dips and salads that Dean has a hard time picking what and keeping everything on his plate.

Another man comes up to the table and looks at Dean’s plate with all his food. “Slow down there tiger, leave some food for the rest of us,” the man suddenly comments.

Dean looks to the man slowly, then looks down at his plate. He can feel the embarrassment tighten is chest as he tries his best to play cool. He doesn’t know how to react nor what to say to play this off. He smiles sheepishly, as if he just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“We’ve never been here before,” Cas takes the attention off of Dean. He comes around the hunter to face the other man. “We’re the new couple on the block.”

The man’s eyes widen. “Oh!” He exclaims. “That’ll make sense. I’m Noah,” he introduces himself as he extends a hand out to the angel.

Cas takes it with a little hesitation. “I’m Castiel and this is my partner, Dean,” he introduces them. It still sounds weird to Dean’s ears.

“Oh, that’s lovely. How long have you’s been together?” Noah asks as he rests his hand son his hip.

“A couple of years now.”

“That’s lovely,” Noah says again.

It’s starting to get on Dean’s nerve. The way this man talks is getting under his skin. He wants to snap but Cas places a hand on his shoulder. The touch grounds him and he holds his tongue a moment longer. The angel seems to have that effect on him. Castiel and Noah talk back and forth for a moment longer before the angel is dragging himself and Dean out of the conversation. Finally, Dean can sit down and eat his food that has become lukewarm.

“This is why I don’t come out to events like this,” Dean comments.

Cas brings his chair closer to Dean and places his hands in his lap. “I agree. My people skills are a little rusty,” he adds.

Dean scoffs past a mouthful of food. “What!? You did great back there,” he compliments.

While Dean sits and eats his first plate of food, Castiel watches everyone around. He draws upon his powers to sense anyone that isn’t human here at the party. His brows furrow as he checks over everyone. Smelling the air and seeing their auras. He checks twice, then thrice and then a fourth time to make sure.

The only human here is Dean.

Everyone here seems to be a different type of creature. Ranging from werewolf to nymph to even a couple of witches. He tries his best to not react because if he does, he knows it’s going to be a blood bath. He’ll have to tell Dean later otherwise he’ll want to leave now. They’re not dealing with one creature, they’re dealing with a whole community. A small community but more than the both of them can handle at once.

“Are you okay, Cas?” Dean asks, noticing the angel staring out.

The angel snaps out of his haze and nods. “Yeah. Yes, I’m okay,” he replies.

Dean stands up with a groan, patting is stomach. The food on his plate is already gone. “I’m going up for seconds.”

Cas hums as he nods. He watches everyone intensely as Dean goes back across the yard for more food. No one seems to have any motivation to attack him or harm him. But it still puts him on edge. He doesn’t like this. Not one bit.

A blonde woman suddenly comes up to the angel and drags a chair over to him. He instantly notices a protection charm around her neck and other crystals on her wrist. She’s a witch. But she doesn’t look to be here for negative intent.

“Hi, I’m Rosita! I heard from Noah you just moved here?” She asks, her eyes lighting up.

Cas nods. “Yes, me and my partner.” He feels like he’s a broken record repeating himself to every person.

“Oh, that’s sweet. What brought you here to this neighbourhood?” Rosita asks, leaning a little closer to the angel.

Cas leans back a bit. “We just wanted a change of scenery in our lives.”

Rosita laughs and pats Cas’s leg. The angel looks at the place her hand touched, before looking back up at her. Every witch Cas has encountered, he’s realized he doesn’t like witches.

His leg starts stinging. Where the witch touched him begins burning and Cas has to hold his composure. The intensity feels like his leg is being torn up and burnt. But he can’t hold it together for long as the pain travels up his thigh to his hip.

“Excuse me,” Cas groans out.

He gets up but his left leg almost gives way from the pain. Cas limps across the yard and meets Dean halfway across. He scowls in pain, trying not to make too much of a scene. But it’s very hard when the angel is breathing heavily and hunched over leaning heavily on Dean.

“Cas, what’s wrong?” Dean instantly asks.

“Get me home,” the angel barely gets out through gritted teeth.

Whatever the witch has done, it tightens and squeezes his leg and it burns. It begins travelling to his other leg and his knees give way. Dean drops his plate of food to catch him.

“Can you walk?” Dean asks.

People are staring now and asking if he’s alright. But the hunter is only concentrated on Cas. The angel holds onto Dean for support to stand. He can’t walk. That much is clear. He can’t even get his feet under him for a second cause a little pressure sends a wave of pain through him. So, Dean does the one thing that he’s never done. He places one arm behind Cas’s back and another under his legs and picks the angel up bridal style in one swift motion. Cas cries out in pain as the hunter does so.

“Thank you, Gabriella!” Dean calls out. “It was a lovely night!”

“Is Castiel okay!?” Gabriella calls back out.

“Yes, he’s fine!” He calls out as he disappears around the corner of the house.

Dean runs. He runs all the way back home, his mind is on autopilot right now and his only thought is to get Castiel safe. As soon as he gets back to their house, he kicks the door open and rushes inside. He places Cas down on the couch and turns the lights on.

“What’s happened?” Dean asks frantically.

Cas breathes in and out heavily, gripping onto the couch for some support. Dean doesn’t know what to do or what happened at the dinner and it’s stressing him out.

“A witch,” the angel finally gets out. “She touched my leg.”

Dean lifts up his right leg and pulls up his pants from his ankle up his knee. There’s nothing there.

“No,” Cas only manages out as he pats his other leg, on his upper thigh.

The hunter pauses, but acts as Cas shouts out in pain again. “Okay. I’m not trying to get into your pants or anything but I’m getting in your pants,” Dean tries to joke around the serious situation.

Cas sends him a glare and Dean acts quick but hesitantly. He unbuckles the angel’s pants and unzips them. He struggles to shuffle them down the angel’s legs to his knees. Dean tries not to look, but he has to stare at the pink glowing insignia on his thigh. It ebbs slowly and as if with each time it glows the pain courses through Cas’s body. He touched the insignia but pulls away when Cas gasps in pain.

“What do I do!?” Dean exclaims.

“Cut it off me,” the angel shouts, desperate to just have this thing off of him.

“What!?”

“Do it!” Cas shouts this time.

Dean quickly runs off and fetches one of his knives under the bed. He can’t lose Cas to a stupid witch. He comes back to Cas curled up into a fetal position. Dean kneels down next to him on the floor and pushes on Cas’s shoulder so he’s laying back down. He places the angels’ leg flat on the couch and hovers the knife over him.

“God, are you sure about this, Cas?” Dean asks.

There’re tears falling down the angel’s face and Dean feels his gut clench up. He never feels this way when anyone else gets hurt, it’s only Cas. Only him that brings out something that has been dormant for too long. And he hates it, he hates how desperate Cas makes him feel.

“I’m sure,” Cas replies gravelly.

Dean looks over the glowing insignia again before bringing the knife to skin. He has done a lot of shit in the past, but the feeling of peeling skin off of flesh makes Dean’s inside wriggle around a bit. Cas shouts out as soon as the knife slices through skin. He sits up and holds onto Dean tightly, his grip deadly tight. Blood pools from under the skin and starts sliding down his leg. But Dean keeps going until the palm sized witchcraft is off his skin. As soon as it’s off of Cas’s body, the angel falls limp against Dean. He breathes heavily against the hunter, trying to catch his breath.

The piece of skin on Dean’s knife suddenly burns to ashes. Whatever kind of spell that was, it’s broken and it isn’t harming Cas anymore, which is the good thing. With a shaky hand, Cas hovers his hand over his thigh and heals himself with a glowing bright light. There’s still blood all over his thigh and it’s gone onto the couch. They can buy a new couch for all Dean cares.

“You can tell me what that was after you wash yourself off,” Dean says.

Cas swallows thickly but gives a short nod into Dean’s shoulder. The angel collects himself before getting up with Dean’s help. He awkwardly shuffles his pants off his feet so that they don’t get stained with blood. Dean helps him to the master bedroom shower before letting the angel do his own thing.

Dean goes off to shut the now broken door before coming back and sitting on the bed. He stays in his own thoughts the entire time Cas is in the shower. He thinks everything over but all that comes to his head is Cas in pain. The angel comes out in one of Dean’s shirt and his pj shorts since there was nothing else to wear, half of his suit being out in the living room. When he notices Dean spaced out, Cas comes over and sits down next to him. The bed dipping snaps the hunter from his haze, and he glances at Cas before looking away. Hesitantly, Cas places a hand on Dean’s shoulder.

“What happened?” Dean asks.

“I’m guessing that a witch cast a spell on me of some kind that attacks the body,” Cas explains, thinking of what happened at the dinner. “Did anyone touch you?”

Dean furrows his brows at the angel. “No. Wait. I had a lady come up and touch my shoulder. All weird and feely,” he says as a shiver goes down his spine.

“Most likely another witch,” Cas comments as he takes his hand off of Dean.

“Alright, so we’re after witches. You reckon there’s a coven here?” Dean asks as he slaps his knees.

The angel shakes his head. “Dean. Amongst all the people we were around tonight. You were the only human there,” he explains.

Dean stares wide eyes at Cas for a moment before asking, “What!?”

The angel only nods, looking forward and keeping his hands in his lap. Dean finally notices what Cas is wearing and looks the angel up and down. He forgets how human Cas can look out of the suit and trench coat. How much humane this angel of the lord has become. He realizes he’s staring and looks away.

“So, we’re dealing with an entire neighbour hood of creatures and witches?” Dean asks.

Cas nods with thin lips. Dean runs his hands down his face with a groan. This job just got so much more complicated. The thought of it makes him tired. They have so much work to do.

“Are the wards still up around the house?” Dean asks. “Nothing’s getting in?”

“No,” Cas replies quickly. “Nothing that I sensed at the dinner can get in here.”

“Good. I’m getting some sleep and I’m dealing with this in the morning,” Dean replies as he stands up from the bed.

After Dean’s shower, Cas is sitting in his usual spot on the other side of the bed. Drying his hair, he sits down on his side of the bed. He throws the towel on the floor before laying down. He finds himself staring at the angel’s back. For a second before, he thought he was going to lose Cas. Slowly, Dean reaches out to Cas and brushes his fingertips against his back. The angel turns to Dean with a raised eyebrow.

“Lay down here,” Dean’s words are barely audible but they’re heard.

Cas’s dark eyes look down at the space next to Dean, before back at the hunter. The angel lays down softly as Dean rolls over, his back facing him. This isn’t what Cas had in mind, but it’s good enough.

Masterlist coming soon

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pattywinchester · 9 months

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Thank you, @marz-rm for creating this for my fic

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pluviaart · 6 months

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raz-writes-the-thing · 2 months

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Monthly Pity Party (Supernatural One-Shot)

Team Free Will x AFAB!GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Your cramps are kicking your ass this month, though you do wish the boys would quit throwing pity parties for you.

Fic type: period comfort

SPN: @wereallbrokenangels (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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"I think I might actually die, like, for real," you groaned, rubbing at your forehead irritably. "I mean- if we ever do find the bastard, I'd like to ask why he or she or they said 'fuck you in particular' to people with vaginas and uteri and all that bullshit."

"Yes, it's not something I was able to fully understand from his plans," Castiel replied, seeming to only be half listening. Your hand shot to your lower belly, breath sucking sharply between your teeth. "Though it does serve a purpose... if... that may provide some comfort to you."

"You know," you groaned, resisting the urge to curl yourself into a ball and pass away on the spot. "It really doesn't, Cas."

Sam stood from his favourite spot at the table, picked your socked feet off the end of the lounge and sat down again while pulling them into his lap. You gave the gentle giant a soft yet strained smile and he squeezed your left foot to show he was listening.

"Dean will be back soon," he said by way of comfort. You were also pretty sure it was a diversion to nip your conversation with Castiel in the bud before it got too heated or too existential. You had a habit of doing that during your time of the month.

Speaking of- the sound of the bunker door closing heralded the arrival of beers for the boys and treats for you. Special treats that you only really reserved for that horrendous week once a month where you weren't able to hunt half the things on your to-get list, or even sometimes able to stay awake for longer than three hours.

"All right," came Dean's voice from around the corner. "Party time. I've got the goods. Beer, pie, skittles, and... all the other crap you asked for." He placed the two bags of groceries and goodies onto the coffee table before gesturing for you to move so he could settle down on the couch with you.

You made space for him and then he patted his lap for you to lay back down again. You settled your head down in his lap as he used his arm to screw the lid of his beer off and chucked the metal disc onto the table.

"Oh Cas, I forgot to heat the thing up," Dean mumbled, giving you an apologetic squeeze on the shoulder before pointing to your homemade wheat bag. "Be a good Angel and do the thing?"

Castiel picked up the wheat bag and disappeared into the kitchen. Hopefully after his stint as a human, he'd know how to use the microwave to heat it up properly. Honestly though, if your skin was able to withstand it, you'd love the direct heat of the sun over your cramps.

Dean leaned forward, grabbed one more beer from the table and passed it to his brother who thanked him quietly. Then he passed you the bag of skittles and watched you rip the thing open and shove a handful into your mouth with a moan of relief that bordered on pornographic.

"I don't know how you eat those," Dean said sceptically. You chewed on the lollies a few more times before swallowing.

"They taste good," you replied as if that was a good enough answer to it all. "And shut up, I've seen some of the stuff you've shoved down your gullet."

"Shut up, Sam-" Dean quipped as Sam snorted out a laugh at your signature bantering. "But fair point."

You let out another hiss as your cramp amped it up once again. Your voice evened out into a rather pained and elongated word not fit for young ears and Dean's brows furrowed in concern.

"Dean, you get like this every month. It's just a few days of discomfort- and if Cas wasn't so wiped right now, he'd make it all go away for me. It's nothing I can't handle. Promise."

Dean took a moody sip of his beer and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, well, I don't have to like it, all right?"

You were saved from having to put too much thought into your response as Cas reappeared from the kitchen, wheat bag in hand. He handed it to you and you placed it over your abdomen. Instantly the heat began soaking through your skin to ease the ache beneath.

"I'm sorry I can't heal you in my current state," Castiel apologised before sitting down stiffly in the single-seater armchair. You sighed, chowing down on a couple more lollies.

"Look guys," you said, pulling your head and feet out of the Winchesters' laps and sitting up. You pressed the heat pack against your abdomen and leaned back against the couch. "I know you all mean well, but it's just a period. You don't have to pity me. I'll be all right after some Advil and some comfort food. A snuggle or two wouldn't hurt either. But I'm not going to have any more of these pitiful apologies and concerned looks."

The three of them looked at each other and then back at you again. Dean and Sam both took a swig and nodded respectfully.

"Sure thing," Sam replied with one of those blink-and-you-miss-it acknowledging smiles.

"Uh-huh," was Dean's answering reply. You knew what that meant. He'd humour you for a day or two and be right back at his usual schtick. But that was fine. You kinda liked it when he was just a little worried over you.

"Right then," you said decisively, giving Castiel a very pointed look. "I'm going to lay back down and we're all going to watch a movie. I am going to grumble about my cramps and we're all going to have a great time, yes? Good."

"Yes dear," Dean reached for the remote for the television. "Now- Cas, I know better than to ask our menstruating friend here what we're gonna watch so- your pick."

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Marry Me

Title: Marry Me

Song Inspiration: Marry Me by Thomas Rhett

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jody Mills, Original Characters

Word Count: 2, 258

Warnings: Angst

Author's Note: This story was originally posted by myself under the account Winchestersgirl92. It was published November, 2017.

Dean’s hands tremble as he fumbles to get his tie put on correctly. It was the third time he was attempting to tie it and he was beyond frustrated. It’s not like this was his first time tying the damned thing. He was in his fed suit, the same suit he’d worn dozens if not hundreds of times before, but suddenly it felt too tight. Almost like it was trying to strangle him.

A gentle rapping at his bedroom door pulls him from his claustrophobic thoughts. It opens and Jody’s head, her hand covering her eyes, pops in through the crack.

“Are you about ready? We’re gonna be late,” she tells him. He lets out a nervous laugh.

“I’m decent, Jody. Just can’t get this tie,” he says. Her hand drops from her eyes and she smiles at him as she walks over. Taking the two ends of the tie in her hands, she quickly starts to work on it.

“Can’t tie a tie?” She asks, quirking her eyebrow at him. He shakes his head quickly.

“Course I can. Just –,” he stops, unsure of what explanation to give her. She nods her head slightly as she looks back at her hands.

“Nervous?” She asks. He scoffs a laugh.

“Why would I be nervous?” He asks her. She smiles gently and pats his shoulders once she’s finished with the tie.

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s a big day after all,” she says. Dean nods slightly, a faraway look in his eyes. He blinks and refocuses on Jody’s face.

“Well, let’s go. Can’t be late,” he says.

They go down to the garage together and find Sam and Cas both waiting by the car. The four pile in, Dean driving, naturally, and head out on the road. It’s a short drive from the Bunker to the old farm Y/N’s family had rented for the afternoon. Dean parks amongst the other vehicles. The other three get out of the car as Dean stares at the white balloons and streamers marking the path to where the ceremony would be held.

“You want to get married on a farm?” Dean asks, staring at Y/N. The two are sitting on the trunk of Impala, passing a bottle of whiskey back and forth. Y/N takes the bottle and shrugs before taking a quick drink. She hands it back to Dean and wipes at her mouth.

“It’ll be cheaper. Family friend willing to rent theirs out to us when the time comes,” she says. Dean nods, taking a long drink from the bottle. He sets it down on the trunk behind them and shakes his head.

“I can’t believe you’ve actually planned out your wedding,” he says. Y/N rolls her eyes and Dean can’t help but smile. He loves teasing her, just to get a reaction. “You don’t even have a boyfriend.”

“So? I know I’m gonna get married one day. Might as well be prepared,” she tells him. He laughs now and shakes his head.

“Aren’t you a little girl scout,” he teases. She narrows her eyes at him.

“That’s the boy scouts actually,” she says, pushing off the trunk. Dean jumps down quickly, catching her elbow.

“Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. You know I’m just messing with you,” he says, turning her to face him. She crosses her arms over her chest as Dean’s hands come to rest on her waist. “I, personally, think it’s adorable that you’ve planned out a wedding with an imaginary groom.” She pushes away from him quickly and starts walking down the road. Dean laughs as he watches her. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asks.

“As far away from you as possible,” she calls back to him. He rolls his eyes and leans back against the car, crossing his arms. He glances up at the cloud darkened sky.

“Storm’s moving in,” he says. Her shoulders go up and down.

“I don’t care!!” She shouts to him. She’s several yards away at this point, still marching on.

“Y/N, come on. Don’t make me come get you,” he threatens. She stops dead in her tracks and turns slowly, looking back at him.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she challenges. He can’t help the smirk that spreads across his face. He does love a challenge, especially from her. He slides his leather jacket off and tosses it onto the trunk.

“Last chance,” he calls to her. She crosses her arms, feet planted firmly on the ground. He lets out one short laugh and shakes his head. “You asked for it.”

Thunder claps and lightning streaks across the sky as Dean breaks into a run. Y/N’s eyes widen and she turns on her heels, running away from him. She knows it’s futile. His legs are longer than hers so even if she was a little faster, he could catch her. His arms wrap around her waist just a moment later, knocking her off balance. The two tumble to the ground in a fit of laughter. Y/N lands on her back and lays her arms above her head, trying to catch her breath. Dean quickly moves to hover over her, pinning her hips to the ground.

“Told ya I’d get you,” he says, smiling down at her. She rolls her eyes and pushes at him.

“Get off me,” she says. He catches her hands and pins them to the ground above her head. The look on her face changes in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Y/N shifts from the little girl he’d always known to the woman he was rarely given the opportunity to see. He’d see her sometimes in a bar when she’d had a little too much and some undeserving guy was hitting on her. He’d see her when they were on a case and a suspect needed some special persuasion to give them the information they needed. He’d see her on the very rare occasion that he’d move in a little too close. Just like now.

Her long eyelashes flutter over her y/e/c eyes that had suddenly grown darker. Her beautiful, pink lips are slightly parted, still trying to catch her breath. Her tongue darts out quickly to wet them and Dean nearly groans. He leans in a little closer and watches her eyes close, waiting. The whiskey on her breath teases him, enticing him to close to distance. His nose bumps against hers and his own eyes close.

Dean jumps at the sharp tapping on the driver side window. He looks over and his brother is standing there, waiting for him. Dean lets out a sigh and gets out of the car now too. Jody and Cas are already making their way to seating area. Sam is watching his brother closely.

“You good?” He asks. Dean looks at him and rolls his eyes.

“Of course, I’m good. Go on. I’m right behind you,” he tells him. Sam nods and turns, following after the others. Dean runs a hand over his face then glances around. Quickly, he pulls a metal flask from his inside jacket pocket. He takes a long drawl from it before returning it its hiding place. “Showtime,” he mumbles to himself.

He makes his way up the balloon marked path and finds where everyone is gathered. There are about 50 chairs set up, divided by an aisle. A simply decorated arch waits at the front, Y/N’s grandfather standing beneath it with a Bible in his hands.

“Dean,” Sam’s voice calls. Dean blinks and looks around. Sam is waving to him from a row of seats about midway on the left. His heart sinks as he makes his way to the chair between Jody and Sam.

For a moment, he’d almost had himself convinced that he had actually kissed her on that stormy afternoon not long ago. He almost believes that he was the one who had taken her out every weekend for six months before finally giving her the ring she’d always wanted. He’d been lost in a fantasy of her in a white dress making her way down the aisle to him. But as he takes his seat, reality washes over him.

He hadn’t kissed her. The rain had come suddenly and drawn him away from her beckoning lips. He hadn’t taken her out. She’d met Derek two days later and Dean knew right away he was already too late. She’d be walking down the aisle in a matter of minutes to Derek, her future husband.

Music begins to play from somewhere nearby and Derek takes his place next to Y/N’s grandfather. Her sister, the maid of honor, comes down the aisle, followed shortly thereafter by the flower girl and ring bearer, Y/N’s niece and nephew. The music changes, the traditional wedding march starting, and everyone stands. Dean forces himself to his feet before looking over his shoulder. The sight he’s met with takes his breath away.

Y/N’s standing at the end of the aisle, her arm looped through her father’s, looking positively glorious, as if she wasn’t already the most beautiful woman Dean had ever seen. Her make-up was light and natural, accentuating her eyes and lips, her best features in Dean’s opinion. A halo of flowers sits a top her head making her look like an angel. Dean’s eyes roam over her body as she walks down the aisle. The dress was simple, a perfect mix of classy and sexy Dean didn’t even know was possible. He shakes his head, forcing away the thoughts of slowly taking it off of her.

Her grandfather tells everyone to be seated once they reach the other end of the aisle. Dean falls into his seat, earning a concerned glance from his brother. Dean stares at the back of the person in front of him as her grandfather begins to speak.

“Who gives this woman today?” He asks in the traditional manner.

“Her mother and I,” her father says before placing a kiss to her cheek. Dean squeezes his eyes closed. And me. He thinks to himself. A hand comes over his quickly. He opens his eyes and finds his hands balled into fists on his thighs. Jody has one of hers over his and squeezes it gently. The ceremony continues and Dean does his best to block it out until one phrase falls on his ears, his head shooting up quickly.

“If anyone has any reason these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace,” Y/N’s grandfather announces, eyes roaming the crowd.

It was a statement made out of tradition, no one ever really expected anyone to object. Dean can feel three sets of eyes on him; Sam, Jody, and Cas all expecting him to speak. Time seems to stop. The thought had surprisingly never crossed his mind. He could stand up right now and tell Y/N exactly how he feels. Tell her that he loves her and wants her to marry him instead of Derek.

Jody’s hand squeezes his again and time resumes. His fist she’s holding opens and clasps her hand tight instead. Vows and rings are exchanged. A kiss that makes Dean’s eyes sting with tears and it’s all over. Everyone stands again and claps as Y/N’s grandfather introduces Mr. and Mrs. Derek Cypress. Dean’s still clinging to Jody’s hand as they stand in line to congratulate the happy couple. As they move closer, she pulls her hand away. Y/N looks over and breaks into a wide smile.

“You made it!!” She exclaims before throwing her arms around Dean. He lets out a laugh and returns the embrace.

“Always underestimating me,” he tells her. They stay that way, neither breaking away from each other, until a hand presses against Dean’s back. “Congrats, Sweetheart,” he whispers, kissing her cheek quickly. She looks up at him as he pulls away from her slowly.

“Are you staying for the reception?” She asks, her eyes pleading. Dean balks at the thought of spending two or three hours watching her with Derek. Sam clears his throat quickly.

“Actually, I just got a text about a case. Seems pretty urgent,” he says. Y/N makes a face but nods as Dean sends a thankful look towards his brother.

“That’s too bad. But I get it. Family business and all,” she says with a wink. Dean nods, avoiding her eyes. “It means a lot that you were all here.”

“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” Jody says, her hand still resting against Dean’s back. She presses on him gently and he takes a step.

“Be careful!!” Y/N says. Dean steals one last look at her before continuing on to the car. Jody’s hand stays on his back as he pulls the flask from his pocket again. He finishes it off then tosses the keys to Sam.

“Where you wanna go?” Sam asks, catching the keys. Dean pulls open the passenger side door for Jody and looks at his brother.

“Anywhere with a lot of liquor,” he tells him. Sam smiles a little sadly and nods before getting into driver’s seat. Dean closes the door for Jody then gets into the back with Cas. He leans his head back against the seat and closes his eyes as his brother pulls away from the farm.

So I'm in my black suit, black tie, hiding out in the back, Doing a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask, I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees, Yeah, she wanna get married, Yeah, she gonna get married, But she ain't gonna marry me.

#supernatural #spn #dean x y/n #dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #jody mills #cas #castiel #song fic #fanfiction #fanfic

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theyonlyhadeachother · 3 months

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one of the funniest things about midam is the inherent fact that sam and dean are going to have an insane Reaction no matter the circumstances

there are so many reasons that they'd find michael and adam's relationship insane. like there is no way i can coherently explain them all. but im going to try my best

sam was in the cage with them. he intimately understands the experience of being in the darkest pit of hell. he knows what it does to a human soul. he was tortured by lucifer. he watched michael and lucifer fight. he knows the destruction that an archangel can bring. there is no way that he can look at michael and adam, look at the bond they forged in the cage, and not think that it was something like stockholm syndrome.

and dean. where do i even start with dean. dean knew michael, their world's michael, as a commanding, deadly presence. one who killed without a second thought and had no time for insignificant human feelings. and then he was possessed by apocalypse world michael. and described it as being underwater. as drowning. and being painfully conscious of every moment. theres no chance that he can look at adam and michael coexisting and think that its healthy

and i dont even know how much of sam and deans Reaction is based off the fact that Adam was their half brother – the one that John had in secret, who was an afterthought or just. not a thought at all until the apocalypse, the brother that they forgot in hell for a decade. that he's the one that The First Angel decided was his equal.

that the brother they'd deemed worthless enough to rot in hell has the full devotion of one of the most powerful beings in the dimension

#i just find sam and dean's reactions to midam so interesting #and this isnt even touchjng on deans whole fucked up romance with cas #which is a whole Other bag of worms #anyway if any of yall have fics where sam and dean Find Out hmu #adam milligan x michael #adam milligan #michael spn #midam #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural #hex posts

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dontlikeconflict · 1 month

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“I’m the one who will have to watch you murder the world”

It’s so quiet, it’s always quiet now. The town surrounding Castiel was filled with vacant buildings, abandoned homes, and so many items scattered showing the hasty way that the people had to flee (if they were lucky enough to get away). Cas missed when there was noise everywhere, when there were cars, and children playing, when he could walk in a crowd and not be seen as the angel of death. The one who tells them to flee, the one who stands in wait.

It had become like a sick game over the years. Dean moved, ravaging everything in sight, and Cas did all he could to stay one step ahead. To herd people away, to warn them that he was coming. And then he does what he’s doing now, he waits for Dean. Tries to plan what he could possibly say or do. There have been times when it felt like he was close, when he got through to him even for a moment, but those moments always passed. Most recently when they had fought, there was a moment when he held Dean firm, angled towards the body of a woman that he had effortlessly cut away from this world, and made him look. Forced his eyes to her blonde hair, and her pale skin, and spoke in his ear of those he loved who could have easily been this woman: Jo, Mary, Jessica. Cas spoke their names like a prayer, hoping they would embed themselves deep in Dean’s skin, deeper than the mark could reach. Hoping the blood seeping into this dead girl's hair wasn't for nothing.

But it was.

The number of dead only continued to rise, and the shining light of Dean Winchester's soul only continued to darken. And all Cas could do was try, do as he had always done and follow Dean, to the very end.

“Just you and me again Cas?” Dean didn't try to hide, or sneak as he approached, they both knew Cas couldn't kill him (he had tried before) “Where's the rest of the party?”

“Dean.” Despite himself, he felt warm. Every time he got to set eyes on his friend without fresh blood on his hands, felt like a blessing. With everyone they had loved long gone, all they had was each other, for better or for worse.

“Still doing this cat and mouse bit? I move and you scurry?” his face was blank, no smile, no frown; like he was a god - or devil - forced to speak to an ant.

Some part of Cas could never stop seeing his Dean, troubled since he was a child but still always the brightest light in any room, at least to Cas. His soul was so full of love, the prime motivator for all his actions, leading him to pain over and over again. Cas could still see that soul, twisted and deformed by the mark, like thick scars, covering almost every surface. But still, there was always the memory of fresh skin, of the very thing that willed the wounds to heal. That was what was left of Dean’s once bright soul, scar tissue, desperately trying to recreate what was there before.

“What if I said no?” it was said before he had a chance to pull it back. A thought that had lingered in his mind for so long, one so tempting. No matter what he did, The Mark continued to push, murdering everything it could, consuming infinitely. Nothing could stop it, Castiel could not stop it. Effort, hope, love, none of these things could defeat The Mark. None of these things could bring Dean back from the hell he had created. And Cas knew even if the mark disappeared, the selfless man he knew, the righteous man, would never be able to deal with what he had done, how many he had taken from this world, the cries and begs that he met with the horrible wet thud of the first blade as it sunk into flesh, not sharp enough to fully slice, but not blunt enough to just bruise.

Dean didn't respond to the vague statement, just stared at Cas, just as angry and hollow as that day all those years ago, when the angel had warned him of this very moment. The horror that Dean had forced him to watch. Looking into those eyes, Cas knew it was time.

“We’ve been through much together, you and I” It was hard not to tear up as he tried to think of all the things he wanted to say “It may be selfish of me but I do not regret saving you”

Dean still stared, his eyes still cold. Cas thought maybe that was for the best.

“Knowing you has changed me, I am the person I am, because of you”

Cas allowed his blade to fall from his sleeve into his hand, Dean’s eyes fall on it, before looking back to his face.

“And even though you are no longer the Dean Winchester I once knew, I still consider you my family. The only family I have left, as I know I am yours”

Cas stepped forward, slowly, blade in hand until the two were less than a meter apart.

“You saved the world many times over Dean, maybe it is fitting that you are the one to end it. Maybe since you saved me, it too is fitting…”

Cas flips the blade, holding the handle out to Dean

“That you end me too.”

They look at each other for an age, Cas’ eyes tearful, Deans hollow. A million lifetimes worth of connection between them, whether it is wanted or not.

It's slow as Dean’s hands reach up to take the blade, not a mad rush of bloodlust, but the natural conclusion to their story. An ending that was always there on the horizon, inevitable and all-encompassing. Castiel always knew he would die for Dean Winchester.

When the blade sinks into his heart, he knows it is final, God has abandoned them and there is no one to bring him back. Dean's hands come up to lower his dying body to the ground, but his eyes are still dark. All scar tissue, nothing left.

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#castiel #cas and dean #dean winchester #dean x castiel #deancas #deancas fic #mark of cain #mark of cain dean #spnfandom #spn fanfic #destiel fic #destiel

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morallygreyintrovert · 2 months

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Today I put on my big girl pants and decided to finally start writing my SPN fix-it fic which starts with Cas in the empty. I’ve been day dreaming about this forever now despite never having written a single thing. So screw you executive function and perfectionist tendencies. The first chapter draft title was ‘once we meet again’ and I wasn’t overly fond of it but I decided to not procrastinate over a chapter title and come back to it later.

Anyway as I was nearing the end of the first chapter, a perfectly fitting song came to mind for the overall vibe of the chapter and thus the final (or so I think) title was born. And I am very pleased with myself so I thought I’d share with the group. Plus a sneak peak of the first paragraph if anyone would like to read it and leave me their HONEST thoughts, it would be much appreciated.

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fatally-addicted-to-fiction · 1 month

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my favourite out of context planning for my fic so far

#current wip #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #dean supernatural #castiel #castiel supernatural #castiel novak #destiel #deancas #casdean #dean x cas #cas x dean #fanfic #fanfiction #work in progress #spn fanfic #planning a fic

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gococogo · 1 year

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Playing Couple Pt.2

「Synopsis 」 : Dean is getting restless but he finds out that Cas has made some friends that could further their investigation for the good.

「Word count」 : 1/49K

-> Genre: Supernatural Fluff

Paring: Dean Winchester / Castiel

[Warnings] : Cas wearing normal clothes

Note: Sorry this part is a little slow, setting up for the next part

| M.List | Pt. 1 | Pt. 3

The next day came by quickly and Dean found himself bored waiting around already. Castiel had somehow convinced him that he would go out and grocery shop for him. Dean tried to preoccupy himself inside on the TV or checking up on the protection around the house. But Cas had already checked everything over and nothing was on TV or anything on a binging sight that looked interesting. So, Dean decided an hour ago to clean Baby even though she wasn’t due for a clean.

He wears a singlet instead of all the layers he usually has on to wash the car. He’s noticed a few of neighbours come out to inspect their garden, stare at Dean for a while then head back inside. Or one of them brought out their bin out early to have a look at their new neighbour. Dean feels exposed out in the neighbourhood, not liking how everyone wants to get in on the new gossip.

Yes, there’s always gossip in the hunter circle. On whom killed what, how many one hunter has killed or who has betrayed who and the list goes on. But neighbourhood gossip is different. Dean can ditch a hunter and never see their face again if he didn’t like them. You’re stuck with your neighbours, and they’re stuck with you.

Castiel comes back just as Dean finishes up. He caught the public bus in to not raise suspicion since he wasn’t allowed to drive Baby. Dean made that very aware. Cas walks from up the street where the bus stop was with bags of groceries in hand that would normally stop a human in their tracks.

“How are things, honey?” Cas asks him casually.

It takes Dean a moment to remind himself it’s an act, and that they’re outside with watching eyes. He’ll have to get use to it, but it feels like he won’t.

“Just finished up here,” Dean answers back awkwardly. “You need help?” He asks, even though he knows that Cas doesn’t need the help.

But Cas says, “Yes, that would be lovely.”

He holds out one hand that holds at least four bags. Dean takes two bags in each hand so he doesn’t pop his shoulder out. He follows Cas inside with a grunt with how heavy one of the bags are. Once inside, he quickly plops them on the counter and looks inside the bags. The bag that was weighing Dean down as two cartons of milk in it with orange juice and-

“You got me beer?” Dean says a little too happily, grabbing the warm six pack out.

“Yes,” Cas says as he begins unpacking the bags. “I know you like a beer with your greasier foods.”

It touches Dean but he doesn’t let it show. He gives a rough, “Thank you,” instead.

Cas takes the six pack off of Dean and puts it in the fridge for later tonight. Dean sits at the counter and watches the angel put everything in their rightful place.

“Anything happen while you were out?” Dean asks once Cas finishes.

Cas hesitates before saying a not so confident, “No.”

Dean raises an eyebrow at that, “What happened? Did you run into what we’re hunting?”

Castiel leans on the counter. “I had a bit of trouble getting the last apple pie that was there,” he says.

“You didn’t beat anyone up did you?”

The angel is silent.

“Cas,” Dean says firmly.

“I may have snatched the last apple pie out of a man’s basket while he wasn’t looking,” he replies with a shrug.

That gets a short laugh out of Dean, a smile spreading across his face. “Cas, you can’t go stealing other people’s groceries,” he says seriously but light heartedly.

“It’s not stealing if he hasn’t bought it yet,” Cas argues.

Dean can’t say anything back. Because the angel has a fair point. But it still isn’t right to do, but he can’t stop the angel from doing some of the stuff he does. He’s a stubborn son of a bitch sometimes.

“Any updates on the creature?” Dean asks.

“Unfortunately, not,” Cas replies with a slight shake of his head.

The hunter groans and paces into the living room then back to the kitchen. “I can’t sit around like this, Cas,” he groans.

“It’s what we have to do,” Cas says. “You can try gardening. Anything to make us look like normal people on the neighbourhood.”

“Gardening!?” Dean snaps. “Do I look like I garden?”

“It was just a suggestion, Dean.”

Two days go by before a knock on their door has Dean jumping off the couch. Castiel took the gardening around the house since he has nothing else to do. Dean has just been mopping about this entire time. But the knock has Dean running to the door. He opens it a little too eagerly and is a little taken a back when a middle-aged woman stands there with a large smile on her chubby face. She’s short and stocky with a thick set of hair on her head. It’s short and frizzy, looking like it’s just been washed. She looks Hispanic but she might also have some Italian in her as well.

“Hello! I didn’t mean to bother you,” she says with a thick Hispanic accent. “Is Castiel in?”

Dean is a little taken a back. “Yeah, he’s out the back.”

“Oh, could you grab him please. I would like to ask him something,” she tells him, the smile never leaving her face.

“What is your name?” Dean asks.

“Gabriella.”

“Dean. I’ll grab him.” He introduces himself.

Dean closes the door and goes to fetch Cas. The angel is currently in the garden, trying to dig up all the weeds and replanting the flowers and other stuff that came with the house. The angel has changed from his suit and trench coat, and it is immensely weird to see him in normal clothes. He wears a white button up shirt with blue jeans. It reminds Dean of when he turned human for a while. He will never get use to seeing the angel in said, ‘human clothes’. Dean on the other hand just wears what he normally wears.

“Cas,” Dean says, grabbing his attention. “There’s a woman called Gabriella wanting you?”

The angel perks up at that. “Is she needing help with her cat again?”

“What? No?” Dean spits out a little too quickly.

Castiel takes his gardening gloves off and wipes his hands on his jeans. “She say anything else?” He asks.

“No, who is she?”

“She’s not the thing we’re hunting, Dean,” Cas has to tell him sternly. “I helped her with her cat down the street yesterday.”

“A cat?”

“Yes,” the angel says he walks back inside the house.

Dean follows him to the front door where Gabriella is still waiting. Her face lights up again at seeing the angel.

“Oh, Castiel! How are you!” Gabriella says cheerfully.

“I’m going good,” he responds.

Dean shuffles in beside Cas so he isn’t out of the conversation. An arm snaking around Dean’s waist makes him stiffen up and he has to not outwardly react to the foreign feeling. But Cas acts so natural, bringing Dean in closer because he knows that the hunter wants to listen in. They’re so close that Dean can smell the dirt and grass on the angel.

“I want to invite you to dinner on Thursday night. I have other friends on the neighbourhood that are coming,” Gabriella invites them. “I think it would be good for you two to meet other people that are here. Get settled in more,” she adds.

Getting to know everyone. That would benefit their job way more than sitting here doing nothing. Before Dean can agree, Cas is already.

“That sounds great. We’ll be there,” Castiel says, squeezing Dean’s side.

“Oh, that’s wonderful, you can come around seven. You don’t need to bring anything but yourselves,” Gabriella cheers lightly. “I’ll be seeing you Thursday if I don’t see you around before then.”

Then she’s off with a wave. She kinda waddles down the driveway and down the street. As soon as Cas closes the door, Dean is pushing himself out of the angel’s grip. Cas is a little offended but it’s to be expected. But Dean doesn’t snap at him for holding him.

“This is good! Right?” Dean celebrates this small win.

“We don’t know if the creature will be there,” Cas says, not wanting to have some hope and then they’re let down.

“Yes, I know I know,” Dean waves his hand. “But it’s a win.”

Thursday is three days away. Dean just has to put up with three more days of this shit before then. Oh, this job could finally be over and done with before the week ends. It’ll go smoothly and they’ll be back at the bunker to search for a more eventful job.

Oh, how Dean, is completely wrong on that.

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