#castiel fic

[octoberclidan]

You're Not Okay

Request: hiii can u do reader having a bad day and whenever sam and dean asks whats wrong shes just like "oh im fine" but cass notices everything and at the end of the day he just like comforts her and its just a lot of fluff? (reader x cass)

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Masterlist

Story:

It was late at night, and [Y/N] was alone in the motel room. She'd just finished up a hunt with Sam and Dean, and while they'd gone out to a bar to celebrate, [Y/N] had hurt her foot and had hit her head, so she just wanted to rest in peace and try to ignore the pain. She also wanted to forget the image of Dean shouting at her to stop being so clumsy. He had a habit of snapping at her whenever she got injured on a hunt. She knew it was because he cared and was scared to lose her or see her hurt, but his words still stung anyway. She'd been watching TV when she'd fallen asleep on one of the beds that hadn't originally been hers, but after getting hurt, Dean had insisted she take it instead of her usual spot on the couch. Despite being annoyed at her, he still didn't want her to be in any more pain that she already was. She was tossing and turning, and her breathing was erratic.

[Y/N] was thrown against a wall, landing on her hands and knees on the cool concrete of the warehouse. Her ears were ringing and her head hurt, and her vision was blurry as she tried to look around the room for the witch. Someone was shouting at her - Sam? No, it sounded more like Dean. She couldn't make out what they were saying to her, but it sounded important. A dark figure was getting closer to her, and for a moment she thought one of the boys were going to help her up, but the figure was too short to be either of them. The figure mumbled something, and she suddenly felt a searing pain in her foot. She tried to grab it but she was once again thrown back against the wall. She looked up, and the figure was getting closer. She couldn't do anything. She couldn't move, she couldn't scream, she couldn't...

She woke up, sitting straight up in bed trying to catch her breath. There was a 'click' sound to her left and her head shot towards the door, only to find Dean walking into the room, Sam following behind him. "Morning", Dean smiled sheepishly at her as he shrugged off his coat. "How's your foot?"

"Hope we didn't wake you", Sam said as he flicked on the light to see where he was going. It was still dark out, so she figured it must still be very early. "Hey, are you okay?" He squinted at her as his eyes became accustomed to the light.

"Why are you sweating? It's not exactly warm in here", Dean walked over to her and felt her forehead, but she pushed his hand off.

"I'm fine, just tired. What time is it?"

"It's uh, 4:30am", Sam said as he walked over to her bed. "You sure you're okay? I can take a look at your foot, make sure it's not showing signs of infection", he said as he began to lift her covers up. She groaned and grabbed them back from him.

"I said I'm fine, I'm just tired, and it's still early so if it's okay with both of you, I'd like to get back to sleep. Okay?"

"Okay". Sam held up his hands in defence and stepped away from the bed, sharing a look of concern with his brother. "We're sorry for waking you". They decided not to push it and just get some sleep themselves. She felt a little bit bad for snapping at them, but the ache in her foot and head were getting to her. She decided she'd apologise in the morning, and closed her eyes to try and sleep as she heard Sam and Dean settle down.

Sam was already asleep in his bed and Dean was getting close to falling asleep on the couch when the door opened again. [Y/N] turned her head and felt a little rush of joy as Cas walked into the room. His eyes glanced over Sam and Dean briefly, but he focused on [Y/N]. She always felt her mood lift whenever Cas was around, there was just something about him that she found calming. He hadn't been around much lately, being busy with other things, but that just made it even more special when he was there.

"Dean told me you got hurt", he said as he walked over to the bed, concern filling his eyes.

"Apparently she's fine", Dean mumbled from the couch, not bothering to open his eyes while [Y/N] rolled hers.

"I am fine, just have a sore foot. Normal hunting injury", she shrugged but Cas' concern didn't lift. She didn't protest as he raised his hand to press his fingers to her forehead, and she relaxed as she felt warmth flow through her.

"You had a fracture in your foot, and you also had a slight concussion. That is not fine", he said as he sat down on the edge of her bed, his eyes boring into hers.

"Oh", she said, feeling a bit nervous under his gaze. "Thank you".

"You're welcome. You should sleep, I'll wait for the three of you to wake up later".

"Are you going to stay here?" She asked, hopeful that he'd stay, since she always slept better when he was in the room, though she'd never admitted that to anyone. She could imagine the teasing if Dean found out, or even Sam.

"No, I have to..." He paused when he saw her face drop, recognising her disappointment, something that he didn't like seeing. He pretended to clear his throat, a time-filler he'd picked up from Sam over the years. "I mean, yes. I'll stay until you wake up, I can do what I need to from here".

"I'll see you in the morning then", she smiled at he gave her a small smile back.

"Sleep well, [Y/N]".

***

After a couple of hours of sleep, the morning sun started to break through the motel's thin and moth-eaten curtains, stirring her. [Y/N] blinked her eyes open to find Sam stretching in his bed, and Dean already sitting up on the couch with a mug of coffee in his hands. Cas was sitting at the table, an old book laid out in front of him, but he was watching [Y/N]. He quickly averted his gaze when she looked at him, so to her, it looked like he was engrossed in his book. "Morning", she said to the room.

"Hey", Sam said as he stood up from his bed, heading to the bathroom. "Guess we're heading out back to the bunker as soon as possible? Unless we need to stop anywhere on the way back".

"As soon as the two of you are up and ready", Dean nodded at him. Sam nodded back before closing the bathroom door behind him. [Y/N] stretched, glad that the pain in her foot and head was gone. She pushed her covers back and got out of the bed to walk over to the counter beside Dean and Cas, which had a small coffee machine on it. She poured herself a cup and was about to sit down beside Dean, but he readjusted his legs at just the wrong moment and she ended up tripping over them, spilling the coffee on him in the process and catching herself on the couch.

"That fucking burns!" Dean stood straight up off the couch and pulled his now wet t-shirt away from his body and shaking it up and down to fan himself. "

"I am so sorry, I tripped when you moved your legs", [Y/N] said as she stood up, grimacing at Dean's glare.

"Dean, I can heal that", Cas said as he stood up from his seat, walking over to Dean with his hand out and ready.

"Yeah? Can you clean my shirt too?" He asked sarcastically. "This was my last one, I'm gonna have to drive while soaked and smelling of coffee. I'm going to stink up Baby now", he sighed as Cas healed the very small burn on his chest, something that probably would've healed on its own within a day or two.

"Maybe you can borrow one of Sam's?" [Y/N] suggested, but she was only met with another of Dean's glares.

"Maybe you can watch where you're going?" Dean mimicked her voice, mocking her.

"Dean, it was just an accident", Cas spoke up for her, but Dean just waved him off and left the room. "Are you alright?" Cas asked, turning to [Y/N]. She swallowed back a lump in her throat, she hated when someone she cared about was mad at her, but she nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine".

"No, you're not, you-"

"Hey, Dean already out at the car?" Cas was cut off by Sam coming out of the bathroom. "What's wrong?" He frowned at Cas' concerned expression and [Y/N]'s attempt to sniff and clear her throat quietly.

"Nothing", [Y/N] spoke quickly before Cas did. "I uh, I spilled coffee on Dean's shirt, do you have any spare ones?" She asked and Sam went to his bag to rummage through it, pulling out a clean t-shirt and smiling at her, earning a relieved smile back from her. "Thanks", she breathed out, grabbing her bag and stepping into the bathroom to get ready quickly herself, not wanting the rest of them to be waiting too long for her. She took a deep breath and shook herself off, looking into the bathroom mirror. "Bad start doesn't mean you write it off as a bad day", she said to herself.

***

It was mid afternoon when they stopped at a gas station for Dean to fill up the car. "You want anything? I'm just gonna go in and find a snack or something", [Y/N] asked Sam and Cas while Dean was just about to turn off the engine. She was sitting in the back beside Cas, and the journey had been pretty quiet, all of them tired from the hunt and lack of sleep, well, except Cas. She didn't really want a snack, she just wanted a chance to be alone with Dean to apologise to him properly. When Sam and Cas both declined her offer, and Dean was closing his door behind him to head into the store, [Y/N] opened her door to follow behind him.

Dean pushed the door to the store open and stepped aside for her, ushering her in. She was in the middle of saying thank you, when she tripped over the small step in the doorway. She was about to brace herself for the fall when a strong arm hooked around her waist and pulled her back, steadying her. She turned around and looked up at Dean, finishing her 'thank you', but now meant for a different reason, and now with much more embarrassment. She mentally scolded herself for not watching where she was going, again, and especially in front of Dean. She expected another snarky comment from him, but looked up at him in confusion when he chuckled to himself as he let go of her. "You're okay. I'm uh, sorry for snapping at you during the hunt and also this morning. You know how I get when someone I care about gets hurt and I'm running on no sleep".

"It's fine, I deserved it. I do need to watch where I'm going. I wanted to say sorry for spilling my coffee on you earlier actually".

"Don't worry about it, forgiven and forgotton", he smiled down at her, and she smiled back, though it wasn't a smile that reached her eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah... yeah I'm fine", she nodded. "I'll meet you back out at the car, I'm just gonna grab a snack". She parted ways with Dean and found a packet of her favourite snack, hoping that it would brighten up her day a little bit. She was feeling a bit useless, or more like a hindrance than a help to the team at the moment. It was really getting her down. She planned to spend a solid chunk of each day training until the next hunt. Maybe she could improve her balance, or her spatial awareness.

***

"Are you serious?" [Y/N] groaned, throwing head back in the car.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked from his place in the front, and Cas turned to look at her too.

"Look!" She showed both of them the packet she'd opened, the one she'd bought at the gas station. "These are supposed to be dry, not a... wet, soggy... whatever this is!"

"Is that mould?" Sam asked, crinkling his nose as he looked into the bag.

"I dont want to know what it is", she shook her head as she closed the bag.

"Don't even think about putting that down anywhere in Baby, put it in your bag", Dean warned her, catching her eyes in the rearview mirror. "We'll be back in an hour or so".

"I don't want this is my bag", she complained.

"Well it's not touching my car", Dean replied.

"I'll take it", Cas reached over and took the packet from her, holding it in his lap. "Are you hungry?" He asked.

"Not after smelling that... you don't have to hold it for me, Cas".

"It doesn't bother me".

"Well... thank you", she smiled at him, and he smiled back. He knew she wasn't having the best day, so anything he could do to make it better, he would do.

***

[Y/N] unpacked her bag when she got back to the bunker, and took a moment to sit on her bed. It was the evening at this stage, and although the day hadn't been the worst she'd ever had, it hadn't exactly been the best either. She was trying not to let the little things get to her, but she was finding it difficult. Cas was out in the library, researching something to do with a long-lost tablet that could be helpful with supplying energy to heaven. She had told him that she'd help once she'd unpacked, so once she had pushed her negative thoughts to the back of her mind, she stood up and made her way to the library.

She found him sitting at the desk, a pile of books in front of him, and pieces of paper scattered around the table. He looked focused, eyebrows furrowed as he read from a very old, very dusty looking piece of parchment. She stood in the doorway for just a minute, enjoying his calming presence, until he looked up at her, his concentration breaking. "Hello [Y/N], do you still have time to help?" He asked, and she nodded, stepping into the room.

"Of course, I'm free for the rest of the evening", she said as she walked over to him. Unfortunately, she brushed against a loose piece of paper that was hanging over the edge of the table as she went to pull out a chair. It caught against her hip and was pulled out, along with about thirty other pieces of loose paper that were lying on top of it. They all scattered across the library's floor, flying in all directions and spreading their dust as they settled. She stood there, looking at them, and sighed. No matter what she did, something had to go wrong. "I don't even know why I try. I don't know why you wanted my help, I'm the definition of unhelpfullness. No, it's more than that. I make everything worse", she said, gesturing to the fall paper. At her words, Cas stood up and walked over to her, grabbing her arms and looking down at her.

"That's not true", he said, and she chuckled, blinking back tears as she did. "You're not okay, you need to talk. You can talk to me, [Y/N]". He hated seeing her upset, especially at herself. "Will you sit with me?" He asked, letting go of one of her arms so he could tilt her chin up to look at him. He wiped away a stray tear that escaped. "Please".

"You're too busy for this", she shook her head, but he grabbed her hand and led her to a chair at the table. He took another chair and pulled it in front of her, sitting down so his knees touched hers.

"I'm never too busy for you. You will tell me what's wrong, I'll listen, and then if you want I can offer my advice. If you don't want advice, then we can just sit together". She looked up at him and took a shaky breath, but smiled at his offer.

"There isn't really much to advise on. I'm clumsy, I don't look where I'm going, and that just makes everything harder for the people I'm just trying to help", she shrugged, and looked down at her lap, fiddling with her fingers.

"Hey", Cas took her hands in his. His hands were warm and secure, and she instantly found comfort in them. "Everyone messes up sometimes. You, me, Sam, Dean... we all have our strengths and our weaknesses. You are a little bit clumsy, but you're also one of the most intelligent hunters I've ever met. Your plans succeed more than anyone else's. I also... uh", he looked away in embarrassment, and she furrowed her eyebrows at him.

"You also what?"

"I like that you're a little bit clumsy. It... amuses me. Or maybe amuses isn't the right word", he shook his head. "I find it... endearing. It's you, and I like you".

"Endearing?" She asked, her confusion now falling away and a smile pulling at her lips.

"Yes. I don't like it when you get hurt, of course, but if you had absolutely no faults then you wouldn't be you". He looked a little bit bashful as he spoke to her, now avoiding eye contact.

"Thank you, Cas", she squeezed his hands. "I've had a bad day but I don't feel so bad now". She smiled and he smiled back at her, glad she didn't look sad anymore.

"Come here", he said as he stood up, pulling her up and into a hug. She quickly wrapped her arms around his waist, and leaned her head against his chest. His arms held her close, and he stroked her back comfortingly. After a couple of minutes, he leaned back and she looked up at him. "Why don't we pick the papers off the floor, and then you can help me with my research?" He asked and she nodded. She was thankful for the nice end to her bad day, and to Cas for making her feel better about herself.

The end

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[gilverrwrites]

Takeout Tuesday

Pairing: Human!Castiel/Fem!Reader (Season 9)

Reader has AFAB body parts, hair long enough for pulling, & feminine pronouns’ are used.

A follow-up/sequel too If you will have me, I am yours. But can 100% be read as a stand alone.

Plot: The reader fulfills Castiel's fantasy of reenacting a porno he once watched. (AKA Clarence the pizza-man & the babysitter)

Rating: M/18+

Words: 3138 (all smut)

Content: Porn without plot, roleplaying, Dominate Cas, cheesy porno dialogue, kitchen sex, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, rough sex, hair pulling, spanking, clothed man/naked woman, teasing, doggy-style, denial/edging, oral (female receiving), bodily fluids, size difference (slightly), begging, choking, vaginal fingering, p in v sex, swearing.

Excerpt: You force yourself not to cringe at the cheesy dialogue as you make your offer; “Maybe I could pay you with my body?” “That would be acceptable.” He responds curtly, taking a decisive step forward, into the doorframe of your shared apartment. 

You checked the time on your phone; 19:45. It was Takeout Tuesday, and Cas should be home any minute. Normally he’d be home by 2, and it was your job to pick up dinner after your own shift finished at 6. But someone had no call, no showed, and ever the Samaritan; Cas had stayed late to help out. He’d called you on his break to let you know he would be home late, and that he would grab food on the way back.  

The sound of knocking on your front door made you jump. Careful to remain quiet, you made your way over, stopping to grab your gun on the way. Carefully you pressed the firearm to the door and leaned up to look through your peephole. Hunter instincts never really die.

Relieved and confused, you lower the gun and unlock the door, finding Cas on the other side. Your confusion only increased as you realised he was not dressed in his normal button-up and blue vest. Instead, he was dressed in a red and black polo and cap, and holding two large pizza boxes, all bearing the logo of your local pizza shop. 

“Cas, I… I don’t know what to ask first.” You wondered aloud. “Where are your keys? Why are you dressed like that?”

“I do not understand.” Cas stated, tilting his head, and narrowing his eyes. You would almost believe him, were it not for the quiver in the corner of his lip. He was holding back a smile. “My name is Clarence. I am here to deliver your pizzas.” 

“Ooooh, right!” You nod hesitantly, a smile sneaking onto your face. You recall a conversation about sexual fantasies, in which Cas had expressed wanting to reenact a porno he’d once seen in which a babysitter had paid for pizza with sexual favours. You stepped back into your hall, simultaneously returning your gun to its designated spot, and pretending to search for your purse. Purposefully arching your back and sticking your out your ass as you acted out searching through drawers and countertops. 

“I’m really sorry, Clarence.” You say, trying to make your voice sound airy and sexy; rejecting the urge to laugh at yourself. You return to the door where you begin to trail your hand up your body slowly, directing Cas’s eyes over your curves as you move upward until you loop a finger in your hair and begin twirling it. “I don’t have any money to pay you.” 

“That is unfortunate.” Cas responds. His tone is serious and deliberate, but the pink in his cheeks, the way he sucked in his lips, and the growing bulge in his pants told you he was enjoying himself.

“Maybe I could pay you another way?” You ask, batting your lashes at him as you continue to play with your hair. You internally pray no neighbours are passing through to overhear you. 

“What would that be?” He asks, unable to prevent himself from nodding, urging you to continue in your little roleplay. 

You grin at him, leaning forward and fiddling with the top of your shirt, pulling it down to try and expose some of your cleavage. You force yourself not to cringe at the cheesy dialogue as you make your offer; “Maybe I could pay you with my body?”

“That would be acceptable.” He responds curtly, taking a decisive step forward, into the doorframe of your shared apartment. 

You briefly contemplate teasing him, telling him to leave the pizza and come back later, once you’d put the imaginary children you were supposed to be babysitting to bed. But the thought passed quickly, he might actually play along, and you were horny, and hungry, but mostly horny. You did not want to wait.  

“Please, come in.” You tell him, stepping back to allow him full access. He quickly passes you. The apartment is small, the front door leads directly into a joined kitchen and living room. The only other rooms are your bedroom and the bathroom. In a few strides, Cas is already standing in the kitchen area where he deposits the pizza boxes on the counter and turns to watch you. You stare right back, taking him in. His shirt is just slightly too tight, drawing attention to the shape of his chest. His arms look thick and strong protruding out of the too-small sleeves. Heat tingles through your body as you watch him cup himself over his jeans, readjusting his growing erection. 

“Do you like what you see?” He asks you, his lips stretching into a mischievous smirk. 

You nod, locking the door and following him into the kitchen. As you approach, he reaches for you, his hands firmly wrapping around your waist and pulling you close. A hand snakes under your shirt, and you enjoy his warm, gentle touch as he slides it up your spine, guiding your upper body in close so he can plant his lips on yours. 

It starts slow and tentative. The brim of his cap rubs against your head as he delicately ghosts his mouth against yours. The kiss quickly grows heated, his lips pressing ever harder against yours. Knees growing weak, you grab onto his shoulders as you open your mouth up for him to explore, and in return his other hand cups the back of your head, locking you in place as he delves his tongue into you. 

You trail one hand down his chest until you reach his belt and begin to unbuckle him. He groans into your mouth, savouring the moments before clamping a hand around yours and pulling you away. Pouting, you break away from the kiss to look up at him. He returns your questioning gaze with a stern one. He places one last kiss on your lips before locking his fist in your hair and pulling you away from him. 

“If you behave, I might give you what you want, but right now you have a job to do.” He taunts, and you can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips. You’re about to ask him what he wants, but he beats you to the punch, releasing your hair as he instructs you. “Take off your clothes.” 

“Yes sir!” You respond before correcting yourself. “Yes Clarence.” 

Castiel hums appreciatively as he watches you undress. Unable to keep his hands off you, he begins assisting. Making quick work of your bra and kicking your jeans across the floor once you get them off. Your face grows hot as he holds you in place, his eyes unabashedly raking across your body, taking in every inch of you. 

“How would you like to use my body?” You question. 

“I want to kiss every inch of it.” He answers matter-of-factly before doing just that. Pushing your back against the kitchen counter he starts pressing passionate, open-mouthed kisses against your jawline, his tongue traces over your skin as he works his way down your neckline, over your collar, your chest. He holts momentarily over your breasts, giving them extra attention. He catches a nipple between his lips and rolls his tongue against it. Your body jerks at the sensation, and his muffled laugh serves to fuel the sensation. Strong fingers replace his lips, both hands roaming your body before attaching to your breasts as he lowers his head further. 

“Hmmm, you like that?" He asks as he drops to his knees and you let out a breathy pant in response. You’re rapidly losing composure as he peppers more kisses over your stomach, and hips. The rough texture of his hat brushes your thighs as he situates himself between your legs. His breath is warm against your core, and you thrust yourself closer to him. He places one last chase kiss on your folds before leaning back to look up at your flushed face. 

His hands release your chest and gesture to the small dining table in the centre of the kitchen area. “Bend over.” 

You’re barely able to open your mouth to complain before he interrupts. “Don’t whine. Do as you’re told.” 

You remain silent as you follow his order. Unable to refrain from frowning at him while you cross the small space and angle your body against the table. Cas is on you before you’re able to finish adjusting yourself. He slips his feet between yours to nudge your legs apart. Firm hands settle in on the curve of your back, directing you to arch your rear out. 

“You have been a very naughty babysitter.” He growls. 

You wiggle your ass at him as you respond. “Are you going to punish me?”

You hear the slap of his hand coming down on your ass cheek before you feel the sting.

“Yes.” His voice is solemn, and you barely have time to think of a response before his hand comes down on you again. You moan out in pain and unconsciously clench your hands around the edge of the table as you brace yourself for the next hit. Cas hesitates slightly, taking a moment to caress your reddening skin before reeling back to deliver another smack. You moan out again and again with each blow. Your head growing fuzzy, unable to think of anything but the heat pooling between your legs, and the stinging of your butt.

When Cas pokes two fingers between your folds you flinch, not expecting the sensation. He runs his fingers up and down, collecting the wetness before retreating. Lazily you stretch your neck back to watch as he brings them close to his face for inspection. You expect him to taste it, he’s never been shy about his affinity for your wetness or cum before, so you’re surprised when he looks over at you with a devious glint. 

“I think you’re enjoying this too much.” He says as he leans over your slumped frame and presses his fingers to your lips. Following his lead, you open up, allowing him to push his fingers into your mouth, to rub your wetness against your tongue. It's sharp and bitter, but you close your mouth around him and suck until his fingers leave your mouth without wet pop. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

That felt like a trick question. Any semblance of an answer is immediately lost when you feel him grind his crotch against your backside. When you don’t respond, he continues. “Do you like this? Being bent over, and spanked like a filthy whore?”

The words sound so outlandish, coming out of Cas’s mouth. Castiel, (former) angel of the lord, calling you a whore. Outlandish, but so fucking hot. 

Unsure if he’s warning, or chastising you, he pulls his body back and lands another strike on your cheek. 

“Fuck. Yes!” You cry, jolting back, pushing your ass against his crotch again. 

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I like it!” You stare forward, unsure if you could look at him without breaking again. “I like being spanked like a filthy whore.” 

Castiel rewards you by placing a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades. His voice is hoarse as he leans up and whispers. “Then we shall have to find another way to discipline you.” 

You might regret asking, but that doesn’t stop you. “What did you have in mind?”  

Strong arms lift you; Cas turns you to face him and paces you back onto the table in a seated position before dropping to his knees and maneuvering your legs over his shoulders. 

“Keep your hands behind your back.” He instructs, and the moment your arms are locked behind you he delves in, dislodging his cap along the way. He presses his tongue flat against your clit and licks at it mercilessly. A finger inches up your thigh, and circles your entrance before plunging in. 

You want nothing more than to grip his hair, to use it for purchase as you rub your cunt against him, but you can’t. The added challenge of remaining positioned only adds to your growing frustration. The synchronised feel of his finger fucking into you, and his tongue lapping at your sweet-spot has you panting. 

“Holy fuck. Don’t stop, please.” You muster, trying and failing to buck in rhythm with him. “That feels so good Cas, Cas, Ca- Clarence.”

He murmurs something incomprehensible between your lips and the vibration has you coming undone. Your muscles seize, your legs shoot out, and your head rolls back as you approach your climax. No sooner has it started when Cas pulls back, releasing you completely. 

Your mouth falls open, ready to ask him why he stopped, ready to beg him to come back, to finish you off but all that escapes your lips is a frustrated groan. 

“Don’t worry.” Cas assures you, re-adjusting his hat as he stands up. His arousal is evident from his blown-out pupils and the playful smile on his lips. He cups your face between his hands and pulls you in to rest a kiss on your hairline. You don’t miss the chuckle he tries to suppress. “I’m nowhere near done with you.” 

“Are you going to fuck me, Mr Pizza-man?” Your voice is barely a whisper. “Please?”

“You would enjoy that, wouldn’t you?” It’s not really a question. “You’d like me to bend you over again and stretch you out like a needy slut. You’d liked like me to fuck you right here, wouldn’t you?”

You shiver at his words and reach up for him, wrapping your arms around his neck to draw him closer.

“Yes.” You speak between languid kisses to his jaw, and neck. “Please, please Clarence. I would do anything to feel your cock inside me.” 

“I thought you might. You naughty girl.” He states, grasping your wrists and pulling you away from him. “Turn around.”

It’s an order, but you needn’t act. Using your arms and hips for purchase Cas flips you back over. Fresh waves of excitement shoot through your body as you hear his belt and zipper opening. Your breath hitches when you feel the head of his cock at your entrance. He doesn’t make you wait for it, pushing through your lips and bottoming out in seconds. A low moan escapes him as he does so. 

“You don’t cum until I say so.” He commands as you both adjust. The feel of his dick stretching your walls out makes you feel lightheaded. You whimper your response and begin rocking your hips, urging him to start fucking you. Your motion is halted when you feel his hand in your hair. With little warning, your head is whipped back. “Your body is mine. I will decide when and how to use it. You’ll be fortunate if I let you cum at all. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” You answer hastily, you suspect you look like a deer in the headlights. 

“Since you seem to want this so badly, beg for it.” You’re not sure which is more telling to your enjoyment of his dominance. The way your pussy twitches around him, or the involuntary cry you let out. 

“Please… Please Mr Pizza-man, use my pussy.” You begin, through shaky breaths. The excruciatingly slow pump of his body pushing against yours encourages you to keep going. “Use me however you please, I want you, I want to make you cum.” 

“Since you asked so nicely.” Cas pulls back and slams back into you harshly, hand still firmly latched in your hair, keeping you in place as he begins pounding into you, riding you from behind. 

Still on edge from his previous assault, it isn’t long before you felt an orgasm approaching again.

Knowing you won’t be able to fend it off for long you speak up. The jolt of Castiel’s thrusts causes your words to be punctuated by involuntary moans. “Cas, I’m. so. close. Please, I’m. gonna- “ 

“Not yet.” He barks. A moment later he tightens his grip on your hair, forcing you further back until you're close enough for him to lock a hand around your neck. 

Fingers squeeze either side of your throat and you fear you’ll lose your resolve any second. 

For stability, and to try to distract yourself from the growing tension in your cunt, you hold onto his arm. As if determined to make you suffer, Cas slows his speed, focusing on deliberate, torturous thrusts that fill you up and hit all the right places. 

Gurgled cries fall from your lips, attempts to beg for your release, but nothing is intelligible. Unable to move, to breathe, or to think straight, all you can think of is the orgasm you’re barely holding at bay. The pressure of your fingers around the arm holding you by your neck is sure to leave bruises. And then it happens. 

“Now.” He releases his grip on your hair and slides his hand to your folds, erratically pawing until he finds your clit. 

You didn’t really need the extra assistance. You fall apart in an instant, your walls convulsing around his cock, as your body rides the high. Your already tingling, pulsing cunt tightens when you feel the warmth of Castiel’s cum spilling inside you. Low, lethargic hums leave his chest as his thrusts grow sluggish and strained. 

Spent and panting, Cas lets his hands relax, electing to rest them on your waist as he pulls you in, back to his chest for an embrace. His softening cock dislodges as you move together, and you feel his cum trickle out. You elect to ignore it for now, enjoying the hug, and the delicate kisses he places to the back of your head. 

“Do you understand why the pizza-man spanked the babysitter now?” You asked.

The rumble in Cas’s chest as he laughs tickles your skin. “Yes. That was exceedingly enjoyable. How was it for you?”

“That was, amazing.” You concede, turning in his arms until you’re able to rest your face against his chest. He’s smiling down at you, blue eyes filled with admiration. “I should order pizza from Clarence more often.” 

“If that is what you want.” Now that he has a clear view of it, you can see him examining your neck. You’ve no doubt it’s still red, but you doubt it’ll be bruised, at least, not half as much as your ass. “We should get you cleaned up.” 

“Good idea.” You reach up onto your toes and kiss him on the lips. On impulse, you also decide to steal the godforsaken cap from his head and place it on your own before backing towards the bathroom. “Put those pizzas in the oven to reheat, then meet me in the bedroom?”

Cas nods, seemingly unbothered by your thievery as he watches you go. You’ll have to ask him where he got the costume from later. You ask him one last question as you reach the bathroom door. “So, was there ever a sequel to this porno?” 

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[perseephoneee]

adventures in catsitting (castiel x reader)

a/n: basically i just had this thought of castiel catsitting my cat (her name is Butters, and yes, she's featured in this fic) and it made my brain go all mushy bc i just love him so much. anyway.

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Watching a cat shouldn’t be too hard, for all intents and purposes. Watching your cat, earning your favor, well that would just be a bonus. Unfortunately, Castiel doesn’t understand cats that much.

“Okay, that should be about it,” you said, hands on your hips as you looked at the angel next to you. He was carefully analyzing all the different things you laid out on the counter: toys, food, meds, etc. “Any questions?”

“She eats baby food? Not cat food?” Castiel clarified, pointing to the turkey Gerbers still in its twelve-pack on the counter.

“Well, she’s a baby, and it’s better for her stomach,” you chuckled.

“I thought she was a grown cat,” Castiel says, confused. He looks over at said cat, a stocky cream-colored Persian you referred to as Butters. To him, she seemed to be full-grown.

“Every cat is just a little baby, even when they’re grown,” you give Butters a scratch behind her ears, and she lets out a meep sound reminiscent of what you dub ‘a sad trumpet.’ Castiel still looks confused. “Never mind….will you be okay? It’s just for two days while I finish this case.”

“I will be sufficient,” Castiel almost puffs out his chest at this.

"Great! You're the best, Cas," you pat his arm, grabbing your duffel bag and leaving out the front door. Castiel stands still briefly before looking at the fluffy creature beside him. Wide yellow eyes peer up at him, blinking. He looks back at the detailed paper you wrote, ensuring he got everything. He wanted to make sure he did his best.

It was around night that Castiel started to worry. He had entertained Butters for a sufficient time, then sat with her on the couch while she watched a movie. (You said that she liked Finding Nemo, so Castiel put it on. He found the movie to be strangely sad). It was her dinner time, and Castiel had put out a scoop of baby food as required, except that it had been hours, and she wasn't eating it. She was sitting on the couch, letting out gentle purrs and seeming fine. Still, Castiel was concerned. He decided to call Dean for answers.

"I think something is wrong with the cat," Cas said into the phone. "It won't eat its dinner. It's just sleeping."

"I'm sure it's fine," Dean sighed, obviously not wanting to be a part of this conversation.

"If there's something wrong with the cat--"

"Cats are weird. They don't always follow set schedules," Dean groaned, feeling agitated. He took a second before responding. "Is it fine otherwise?"

"...Yes."

"Then the cat is fine," Dean replied. "Call me when something actually useful pops up."

Dean hung up, and Castiel looked back towards the cat. It had woken up, blinking its eyes at the angel. It let out another meep, tucking its paws underneath it. Castiel gave it a pat on the head.

"Your food is over there," Cas pointed towards the food bowl. Butters just meeped again. "I just told you where your food was." Another meep. "I don't understand."

Butters, eventually exasperated, got up and jumped off the couch, walking over to Cas. She rubbed against his pant legs, walking back and forth and making more noises. Castiel gave her a few pets, showing a small smile when she responded happily to his ministrations. She rolled over, showing her belly, and Castiel gave it a few hesitant strokes. Eventually, Butters grew tired and walked over to her food bowl. The angel let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

You came home after two days, finding your cat and your angel sitting on the couch watching Luca on the TV. Both of them looked equally enraptured. 

“You survived,” you smiled, earning Castiel's attention. He turned towards you with soft blue eyes, and your heart skipped a beat. 

“It meows a lot,” Castiel stated, looking toward the feline companion beside him. She let out a meep in response. 

“She has lots of opinions,” you chuckle, walking over and giving a big squish to your cat. She purrs happily, even letting you boop her nose. Cas looks at you both fondly. Without really sparing a second thought, you leaned over, kissing Castiel’s cheek and enjoying when a red flush coated his face. “You’re the best, Castiel.”

Cas sat there for a minute, even after you’d gone to the kitchen for some water, even after he couldn’t feel your lips on his cheek anymore. All he could think was that if catsitting meant getting a kiss, he’d have to catsit for you more often.

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[gococogo]

Destiel | Desperation

「Synopsis 」 : While on a hunt, Dean gets hit with an unknown pollen that stings the throat. But after awhile of thinking everything is fine, Dean realizes he is not fine and very horny...

「Word count」 : 3.97K

-> Genre: Destiel Smut

Paring: Dean Winchester / Castiel

[Warnings] : Sex pollen/Dub-Con/Overstimulation/Multiple Orgasms/Top Castiel/Bottom Dean/Car sex/Hand Job/Praise/P without P/Smut/Soft Castiel/Adult themes

Whatever it was, it sprayed Dean straight in the face with a hot, sticky pollen like substance. It smells sweet, but so sweet that it instantly makes Dean sick in the gut. It gets in his eyes, and he doesn’t know where things are anymore. It almost burns his skin, and he shouts out in frustration towards himself. He holds onto his knife tightly in case anything else happens while he’s trying to wipe the shit from his eyes with his other hand. But with how much he wipes, it doesn’t want to come off.

“Cas!? You there?” Dean calls out.

He hears footsteps coming closer then they stop right in front of him. “What happened?”

“Something sprayed me in the face and I can’t get it out of my eyes,” Dean explains his situation, pointing to his face.

Cas is silent for a moment as he assesses the problem. He quickly runs over to the Impala and comes back with one of Sam’s half empty bottles of water. Cas pushes Dean’s head to the side and gently so that he can splash the water into his eyes. Dean scrunches up his face and holds his breath as the angel cleans the pollen from his eyes. Finally, Dean is able to open his eyes. But he can still feel it in his lungs and taste it in his mouth. It’s horrid. He has to hold his stomach down, swallowing bile that rises to the back of his throat.

Dean looks around at what attacked him and sees a big purple flower wrapped around a tree. The two of them are currently in the middle of the woods tracking an unknown creature. This woods is it’s home and is layered with traps and other shit that they’ve had to disarm or cut down.  

“What is this?” Dean asks, poking the flower with the knife.

It poofs another smaller yellow cloud, but it looks like it’s all out of juice. Cas looks it over but doesn’t get too close. He steps away from it, as if realizing what it is.

“So?” Dean asks again.

“It’s nothing,” Cas says a little too quickly before walking off further into the woods.

They haven’t even gotten ten minutes into the trees and Dean is already being attacked by flowers and Cas is lying. This job is going to be great. Dean follows the angel a few feet back, not wanting to walk into another trap. But he soon finds it hard to concentrate when his lower gut begins to feels hot. Almost a contraction that has him folding over slightly. His breathing becomes heavy and oh god, why is his dick hardening in his jeans.

He stops and leans up against a tree for a second. Castiel disappears behind some other foliage and Dean curses to himself. He pushes himself off the tree and nearly collapses, his knees feeling weak. God, what did that flower do to him. Whatever it was, he has to push on. He treks through where the angel went and spies him further up.

“Cas, wait!” Dean tries to call out loudly, but his voice comes out hoarse.

His jeans hold his hard on painfully and he tries to shift his cock around so it’s less uncomfortable. But it doesn’t work well since he decided to wear a tighter pair than his others. Cas comes over and keeps his eyes up even though he blatantly saw what Dean was doing.

“You’re shit at lying, what was that flower?” Dean grumbles out.

The hunter is starting to form a layer of sweat over his forehead now and Cas quickly realizes that he got the full brunt of the flower’s pollen. He thought he would have some time to get back to the bunker after the job. But’s it’s less than a minute and Dean is already feeling the effects greatly.  

“It’s a flower only one type of creature puts around their den to protect themselves,” Cas explains as Dean leans up against another tree. “If it’s not treated it can lead to fatality.”

Dean’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “What!? You said it was nothing. You lied!?” He snaps.

“I lied, okay? I thought we would have some time before…” the angel trails off, trying to figure out how to say it without being so blunt. But’s he’s going to have to be.  

“Before what, Cas!?” Dean snaps.

Castiel thinks for another second before saying very bluntly, “It’s a sex flower. The pollen creates an effect to the body that if you doesn’t have any form of release, the person effected will die.”

Dean stares at Cas for what feels like forever until he groans, nearly folding in half. The heat in his gut has turned into a desperation that has the hunter feeling so ungodly horny. He inhaled a lot of that pollen. God, Cas isn’t kidding.  

“Just my luck,” Dean mumbles through grinded teeth. “So what? I gotta jerk off and this will go away?”

“Kind of, Dean. That’s if you can out last the pollen before you pass out and die,” Cas says very bluntly.

Green eyes stare wide at the angel. “Dude,” Dean snaps.

“What?” Cas snaps back.

Another wave of heat and rawness takes a hold of Dean that has him holding his gut. He grinds his teeth and holds still until it eases up slightly. The hunter inhales deeply not realizing he was holding his breath.

“Are you going to lend a hand?” Dean grunts out.

Cas feels himself freeze up and go red in the ears. “Uh, how would you-“ he stumbles over himself.

“I don’t know!” Dean suddenly snaps. “I’m starting to freak out man! My hands are shaking so much I can barely hold shit at the moment!”

The hunter slides down the tree and drops his knife, pushing it away slightly. Cas kneels down in front of him and Dean suddenly grabs him by the tie and pulls him in close. It’s so bad. His body feels like it’s on fire. He can barely think straight.

“Cas, I need you to do something!” Dean shouts, making the angel flinch.

Cas hesitates for a second before beginning to unbuckle the hunter’s belt. “Tell me if you want me to stop at anytime or-“

“Cas, I swear to God! Just hurry up!” Dean snaps.

At this point, if the angel touches him he knows he’s not going to last long. He tries to help Cas pull his pants down but his fingers feel numb. His dick though is already painfully hard but it’s better than it being stuck in his pants. His dick is already leaking a little and he hasn’t even touched himself yet. Cas spits into his hand and Dean wishes he could appreciate the sight but he just needs the angel to hurry the fuck up at this point.

He regrets it instantly at the shock that zaps through his body as Cas wraps a hand around his cock. Dean grunts loudly and holds onto Cas tightly, digging into his shoulders. Cas doesn’t move, waiting for Dean. The hunter is hunches over, his head buried into Castiel’s chest and his shoulders shudder with every breath.

“Keep going,” Dean finally pants out. “Just, ah-“

Cas moves his hand and it feels like they’ve already gone five rounds, his dick sensitive as all hell. Cas strokes his cock slowly, not wanting to hurt Dean any more than he seems to be doing. He shifts Dean and himself so that he can hold the hunter closer and keep both of them on their knees. He keeps Dean upright with a hand on his back and having him lean into him. He can feel the hunter shaking under him, with every heavy exhale he grunts through his teeth. Cas becomes worried about Dean’s safety. He knows he can outlast the pollen, but can Dean. He’ll just have to push the hunter through it.

Despite the pain, Dean begins to find the pleasure in it. The heat that rolls in his gut doesn’t let up, it only gets stronger with each stroke. Dean begins bucking into each stroke, trying to get to his high. To get this over and done with. Cas speeds up, pulling his dick and smearing the precum with his thumb over the head.. With another thrust and another stroke, Dean is coming in Cas’s hand. It’s a quick and lazy hand job, but it’s one step closer to riding out this pollen. Dean holds onto the angel as it feels like his orgasm rips through him. It leaves him panting and feeling dizzy. Cas wipes his hand in the leaves on the ground but he ends up just cleaning his hand on his trench coat.

But Dean’s cock doesn’t soften and the heat in his gut doesn’t disappear. The consequences of the pollen are still in full effect and he doesn’t want to go through another one. Dean thought the symptoms would start to disappear, but they only heighten. He groans in protest as his whole body becomes sensitive and his vision begins to go blurry with how badly the pollen is effecting him. He needs another release even though Cas just finished pulling him off two seconds ago.

“Cas, that didn’t work,” Dean pants out.

“The flower acts like a drug. You’re going to have to out last the pollen until its effects wear off,” Cas explains in his ear.

His eyes widen. “And how long can this last?” Dean asks.

“The amount you got hit with? An hour or more?” The angel answers.

Dean is silent and with shaky hands, he tries to stuff himself back into his jeans. But it’s difficult when he’s still rock hard and has shaky hands. The effects of the pollen are hitting like a charging bull and it’s getting very hard to think about anything else but getting fucked.

“I need you to help me back to Baby,” Dean seethes out through his teeth.

He’s not angry, he’s trying to hold himself together until they get back to the car. Cas helps him to his feet but his legs feel like jelly. They get two steps before Dean’s world becomes lopsided and he nearly falls over himself. Without hesitation, Cas picks him up bridal style and jogs all the way back to the car. The entire way there, Dean is panting and he’s sweating. He still can’t think straight and his body feels like it’s on fire.

They both struggle to open the car and Dean falls into the back seats. “Cas get in here!” He shouts, gripping onto the front seat with one hand.

His legs are parted and he’s breathing so heavy it almost looks like he’s about to give birth in the back seat. Cas pokes his head into the car and when he sees the sight of the hunter he can’t help but looked shocked and horrified. Dear god, he got them into this shit. Now he has to fuck his way out of it.

“There’s lube and other shit in the glove box. Jerking me off isn’t going to help me at this point,” Dean confesses.

He watches the angel’s face go wider and redder than it already is and he would make a snarky comment, but he’s too dazed himself to think of something. Cas quickly moves to the passenger seat and digs through the glove box to grab the small bottle of lube that he finds and chucks it back. He also chucks condoms at Dean before he heads around to the back door. Dean doesn’t even notice the condoms as his hands are slipping on the bottle of lube. He just brushes the condoms off him onto the floor as he tries not to black out.

Struggling to open the lube he chucks it at Cas with a “Fuck it,” and begins to try and undo his belt and pants. The bottle smacks Cas right in the face and he retreats back outside of the car holding his face. Dean doesn’t even notice what he’s done as his fingers shake over the belt buckle. Panic starts to set in as the pollen’s hold on his becomes constricting at this point. He feels like he can hardly breathe.

“Help me get these things off!” Dean finally shouts at the angel.

Cas comes back into the car and quickly unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans. He then pulls Dean’s shoes off aggressively and then tugs with all his might to get Dean’s jeans off. He throws Dean’s legs around as if he’s whipping a horse. It’s an awkward struggle that has both of them swearing their heads off, but Cas pulls Dean’s jeans off and chucks them outside with a little bit of anger to the action.

 Dean is just lucky that this woods is out in the middle of nowhere. No one comes out here, there’s no houses and the entire way along here they didn’t pass anyone. So, they don’t have a problem about someone coming up behind them and seeing the ungodly actions that are about to go on in the back seat of the Impala. Only the creature in this woods would see this if it’s curious enough. But if Dean had to be honest, he could give two shits right now.

Cas pushes Dean back until his head is hitting the car door. The angel comes into the car so he’s leaning over Dean, one knee on the seat and other off it. It’s an awkward fit that has the angel asking himself how the hell did Dean do this in the back here. But Cas gets to and he lathers his fingers with lube generously and pushes Dean’s legs up, so that his ass is on display. Dean wraps his arms around his thighs so that Cas doesn’t have to hold on them for him.  

“Are you-“

Dean cuts the angel short, “Cas I swear to god if you ask me if I’m alright one more time, I’m going to die out of spite. I’m going to start fucking myself if you don’t!”

“Okay,” is all Cas can say.

He presses one finger into the hunter’s ass and Dean groans out from deep in his throat. Cas fingers him at a slow pace but it isn’t enough. It’s doing nothing to satisfy that need that is consuming Dean’s body. Is dick is hard against his stomach and already leaking precum again. He doesn’t want to touch his own dick because of the shock that just ran through him with a finger up his ass.

“Come on,” Dean snaps. “If you’re going to finger me, finger me properly and not like some virgin!”

Cas glares at the hunter but he adds in two more fingers straight, making Dean’s back arch up like some high school virgin. Dean might but desperate, but Cas still doesn’t want to hurt him. But Dean dying is something the angel does not want happening. Cas takes his fingers out and steps back out of the car to take off his coat, jacket and pants. He comes back into the car with on his shirt and tie on and for a split second Dean can appreciate the look. Cas closes the door behind him and gets in position again at the hunter’s ass. He feels kinda exposed having the car door open, his white ass on display for the woods behind him.

Dean watches Cas, needing this angel to hurry the fuck up. The angel pushes Dean’s legs up further with one hand as he strokes himself to a full erection, coating his own cock with lube. Condoms are long forgotten by both of them as the need to get Dean through this becomes first priority. Cas presses his the head of his cock to Dean’s ass and just the thought of it has the hunter panting. He’s about to snap at the angel again when Cas pushes in. Dean’s words get turned into a groan and a moan and another noise that he can’t name. He holds onto his own legs as Cas pulls out and pushes in further again.

It's almost as if Dean can feel everything ten times more than usual. It burns, but like before with each thrust and with each movement it begins to feel good. Soon enough, Cas sinks all the way in and he’s panting himself. Dean clenches down on the angel’s dick and he hears Cas’s breathing hitch slightly. He must be enjoying himself too a little bit as he stays still for a passing minute, letting Dean adjust and catch his breath.   

Cas suddenly moves and sets a quick pace with his hips. It’s a little awkward how he’s positioned in the back seat with one leg off the back seat, but it’ll have to do for now. And it’s working, the tension and the coiling, painful heat in Dean’s gut slowly disappears and turns to pure pleasure. It’s still very overwhelming and has Dean moaning like some virgin with each movement. Dean moves from gripping his legs to grabbing onto Cas’s tie and bring him down close. Cas has to push Dean’s legs open more, moving the left one to his side and off the chair while the other one is hooked over the angel’s shoulder. The new angle sends a new thrill through Dean that has him moaning for more.

“Ca-Cas. Ah, ah,” Dean pants out in the other’s face, not being able to catch his breath.

The angel begins getting caught up in his own little world but the brutal pace is what Dean needs. It’s what this pollen wants. Cas breathes heavily in Dean’s face and it begins to get annoying. He grips the angel’s black hair and brings him down for a sloppy kiss. None of them care for romantics at the moment, it’s pure desperation. The kiss turns to just kissing each other’s faces lazily. Cas travels down to Dean’s neck where he breathes heavily but kisses his hot skin every now and again.

Cas brings a hand down between them and grabs Dean’s cock. The hunter arches his back again and tries to move away from the touch but the angel holds him tightly. Dean holds onto Cas’s shoulder with a deadly grip as he stares upwards at the roof of the car. He’s so close that with only a few strokes of his dick he’s coming again. He clenches down around Cas and the angel stutters in his movements. This time the orgasm is more intense than the first one. His vision goes black for a moment and he thinks he passes out for a couple of seconds. Cause when Dean comes to, Cas is watching him intensely, his body very still against him.

“How are you feeling?” Cas whispers down.

Dean wishes he could say they were done, but the need is still there and his dick isn’t softening. Even though he’s made a mess all over his stomach, he needs more. But his body feels worn and he’s tired. He shakes his head, he doesn’t want to go on. He meets Cas’s blue eyes and holds onto his shoulders tightly.

“It’s- It’s not over, Cas,” Dean pants out.

The angel pulls out and the coil of pain and heat tightens in Dean’s body. The second orgasm did something for the pollen, the effects have lessened but it’s still got a hold of him.  

“I’m tired, Cas. No more,” the hunter begs.

Cas shakes his head. “We have to keep going,” he says bluntly.

Dean shakes his head but he complies and goes along with Cas as he pulls him up into a sitting position. Cas sits down in the middle of the back seat and brings Dean onto his lap. He holds onto Dean tightly, hugging him as the hunter moves along with him. Cas guides his dick back into Dean easily and he sinks down on the angel with a wince and a hiss. He keeps Dean still, letting him readjust.

“You have to come again, Dean,” Cas says in his ear.

Dean swallows thickly. “I think I’m dry,” he says hoarsely.

“You just need to go through the motion of release, we don’t need your seed,” the angel comments bluntly.

“Don’t call it seed,” Dean grimaces. “That just ruins the mood.”

“Sorry.”

“Move. Before I change my mind and have you jerk me off again,” the hunter quickly says as he places both of his hands on Cas’s shoulders.

Cas begins moving, rolling his hips rather than thrusting in and out. It doesn’t satisfy the shivering and hotness inside of Dean so he begins moving his ass up and down. He works through the pain that it brings him. Everything is sensitive and with this new angle Cas is hitting his prostate with each grind. Dean pants and groans as he works through it. Tears prick to his eyes and he has to wipe them away quickly. It’s not as bad as the first couple of times but it’s his third round and his body can’t handle it even though the pollen needs it.

Cas holds Dean’s hips and helps him move when the hunter begins to get tired. The only sound is the steady slap of sweaty skin against skin and Dean panting and groaning. They’re so close together that Dean’s dick grinds against their shirts. It’s enough friction for Dean to feel another painful orgasm building. He buries himself into Cas, his body feeling limp and numb.

‘Stay with me, love,” Cas pants into Dean’s neck.

The hunter opens his eyes, not realizing they were closed. Cas doesn’t stop but he pushes Dean slightly back so he can wrap around his cock again. A burning sear has Dean grabbing his wrist to stop before the hunter even knows what he’s doing. He doesn’t want anything near his dick.

“Dean,” Cas says in a hush. “It’s okay. It’ll be over soon.”

Hesitantly, he let’s go of Castiel’s wrist and grips onto the angel’s shoulders tightly to get through the burning. He can feel the effects of the pollen dying off, but it’s still there making him unwantedly horny.

But fortunately or either unfortunately Cas is able to get a third orgasm out of Dean. It painfully rips through him, and he comes dryly. His dick twitches in Cas’s hand as nothing comes out of it but a small dribble. He clenches down on Cas and that’s enough to tip the angel over the edge after going for so long. Dean’s insides are painted hotly and he would normally find pleasure in it, but right now he feels gross and tired. Cas takes his hand of Dean’s cock and it’s like a relief the hunter didn’t know he could find happiness in. Someone taking their hand off his dick.

“How are you feeling now?” Cas asks while keeping the hunter close to him.

Dean can finally feel his dick softening. The coil and the pain slowly ebbs away and the horniness that pollen was forcing is gone. He brings his hips up until Cas’s softening cock falls out of his ass. He sits down back with a grunt, not caring for the mess in the angel’s lap. He feels like he could sleep for ever.

“I’m fine,” Dean grumbles out. “I just want to sleep for the rest of the day with oily pizza in my hand.”

Cas moves but stops when the hunter shakes his head. The angel stills and waits for a response. Dean leans heavily onto Cas, resting his forehead on the angel’s shoulder.

“Give me a moment, Cas,” the hunter mumbles.

“Okay,” Cas agrees as he begins to draw random shapes and patterns on Dean’s back.

-

Do not steal, plagiarize, translate, repost, or use my work in any way, shape or form.

Masterlist coming soon

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[ya9amicide]

♡ supernatural masterlist ♡

pov: your camera roll if you were dating castiel.

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[kazuiislazy]

MY SILLY MASTERLIST!! 🥳

Basically a masterlist of stuff i write except i haven't really written much (haha, i'm crying, i'm so busy rn)

Supernatural "Don't Leave." [Dean Winchester x reader]

"You're Perfect To Me." [Jack Kline x reader]

"Oblivious or Obvious?" [Castiel x reader]

some spn characters as college/highschool students [no pairing, just headcanons in general]

"Entranced." [Castiel x reader]

"Stop Pulling Away." [Sam Winchester x reader]

"No One Deserves That." [Dean Winchester x reader]

"Don't Stop." [Sam Winchester x reader]

"Take My Hand." [Dean Winchester x reader]

"All For You." [Michael x reader]

"Kill For You." [Michael x reader]

"You Drew Stars Around My Scars.." [Dean Winchester x reader]

LOTR/Lord of the Rings

"There's No Need To Apologise." [Aragorn x reader]

"The Plan." [Aragorn x reader]

"What's There To Like?" [Aragorn x reader]

Shadow & Bone

"You Should Be Scared Of Me." [The Darkling x reader]

"Did You Just-" [Kaz Brekker x reader] "Promise Me?" [Kaz Brekker x reader]

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[deanswhiskey]

𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 - 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐥

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summary; you and castiel build a gingerbread house together

wc; 825

warnings; none :)

authors note; short little fiction for my first cas fic 🫶

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“i do not understand the purpose of this.” castiel said holding two walls of the gingerbread house you two were building.

your concentration broke from castiels monotonous voice. “cas, baby, there’s no purpose it’s just for fun.” you resumed icing the corners together.

earlier today, you were out running errands for the bunker, which included grocery shopping.

you stopped by the small little christmas section just to browse. you had already decorated with what little you had. what caught your eye was the display of various gingerbread houses. you hadn’t done one of those since you were little. grabbing the standard house, you thought it’d be a fun idea to build with cas.

when you arrived home, you called cas from the kitchen.

no matter how long you know cas, him flying in anywhere always gave a scare of some kind. “what is it, dear?” he said.

“look what i bought us!” you sang out, holding up the gingerbread house box. castiel only furrowed his bored and tilted his head, not understanding what that is. “it’s a gingerbread house! you get all these pieces of a house made out of gingerbread and you stick them together with icing and decorate with candy!”

cas took the box from your hands and inspected it. he opened the box and dumped out its contents onto the kitchen table and picked up the small tube of icing it came with. “don’t worry, i bought more icing; these things never come with enough.”

there were also gingerbread dough packaged up near the house kits. you hoped to make a little tiny version of you and cas; maybe sam and dream too if you had enough.

“c’mon, let’s get working!” you said, which led you to right now.

“why use stale cookies to make a house? why not cardboard? or wood?”

you sighed, removing yourself from the house. you set the icing down and took a heavy glass and propped it on the inside of the walls so it could rest and cas could take his hands off.

you gently took his hands in your, “honey, it’s just a silly little tradition around the holidays,” you giggled, “it’s supposed to be fun. it stays up just like any decoration.” cas starts to understand, he smiles. “okay?” cas just nods. you reach up and give him a kiss on the cheek. he loved how gentle your kisses were, wether it be on the cheek or on the lips.

the two of you finished the house. it was beautifully messy. castiel took the liberty of decorating the side of the house.

he didn’t necessarily understand how to use a piping bag at first but he got the hang of it. he also loved the gumdrops, even stealing a few.

you giggled when he had accidentally wiped some icing on his cheek. you reached up and licked the little bit off; castiels cheeks flushed pink, not expecting that, at all.

“i have an idea!”

“what is it, pretty,” cas said

you blushed at the nickname before continuing. “we should make each other out of gingerbread people, i’ll make you and you make me!”

castiel nodded and smiled at the idea. you grabbed the dough and you and castiel began the roll out separate pieces. you took the cookie cutter and you each cut out like gingerbread people. there was enough left so you decided to make wing for castiel, sam, and dean.

the cookies went into the oven for a bit before you took them out. they had to cool off so you and castiel sat down and finish what little candy was left. you introduced the idea of tossing something his way and catching it in his mouth; castiel had gotten really good at it.

the cookies cool and you began frosting. you separated the icing so you can use it different colors. the both of you worked very hard on creating little gingerbread versions of you; and sam and dean.

when you finished, you presented them to each other. castiel smiled at his frosted wings. castiel had made little gingerbread you wear your favorite shirt.

after presenting them, you had put it on display, making your gingerbread people hold hands. sam and dean were set up too, on the opposite side of you two.

you took a step back and admired your messy little gingerbread house, it was perfect. castiel took his hand in your and smiled at the house too. you glanced up at him, “shall we go set it up?” castiel nodded, kissing the top of you head before grabbed the tray it was on.

the two of you headed to the living room and the two of you decided to set it on top of mantle.

“can we do this every year? can it be our tradition?” castiel looked down at you.

“of course, cas.” you smiled.

the two of you stood and admired your little family of gingerbread.

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[bunnybunbun0]

Boyfriend Cass headcanos!

Pairing: Castiel X reader

Warnings: based when little feathered lovie fell and became human

A/N: I wanna really get back on my feet when it comes to writing this year (happy new year's by the way!!) And what better way to start than headcanos? Not proofread and typed on my phone so probably much typos!

• I wanna start ou saying how adorable it would be helping him out to understand humanity!

• Just imagine in the morning he asking you for help to start the toaster cause he have no idea how but he knows he likes his bread toasted!

• once he got the hang of it better tho he would spoil you as best as he could with his limited skills and his clumsiness

• he'd make you a pbj every single time he makes one for himself,cause if he feels hungry he bet you does too

• becoming human would also make him so much more empathetic than he already is when it comes to you being hurt

•the tiniest scratch on you and he's fumbling with the first aid kit

•would be the CEO of taking care of you when you're on your period! Makes sure you drink plenty of water,gives you medicine for your cramps and eagerly massages every teensy part of your body

•confused anytime you make and obscure pop culture reference, giving you a more than glad excuse to introduce him to some of your favourite films

•i know this man loves gossip,so fill him in on every little drama happening everywhere,would listen to you babble about celebrity drama for hours

•when everything was set and he came back to the bunker he was sharing a room with you,and it was just an angelical drop on your girly room

• so you took him to a target to let him get a piece of decoration to make it sure it's his room too! He chose a bee plushie cause he's still fascinated by them<3

• honey would be his pet name for you,he thinks it's classic and still sustains his love for bees and for you

• your kisses are the only thing to make him relax when he's nervous or overthinking,he loves forehead kisses more than anything!

• he doesn't have much things but loves sharing what he has with you

• he's a true gentleman and always let you use his trenchcoat when it's windy

•loves loves loves holding hands!

• he loves being in contact with nature so expect a lot of outdoor dates like picnics or hikes

•is ridiculously gentlemanly, opens car doors for you,grabs your hands when you're coming down the stairs, and things like that

• his biggest role models to be a good boyfriend are things like really old black and white romances and radio novels

• as much as he doesn't say so he misses his angel days dearly,so the way to compensate it is telling you every single story of his celestial days

• he gives you a feather of his wings like a prized possession,as a reminder he'll always be with you with powers or not

•OMG WHEN HE DISCOVERS WHAT A CUDDLE IS!!! you're obligated to sleep flushed to his chest every night or else he wont have a good night sleep

•if you get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom or have a glass of water he will just follow you and wait for you staring at you like a cat with his sleepy eyes

• I feel like one day out of the blue he'll just randomly ask you to marry him

• when got confused and startled by his question he just said he thought that's what he did when humans loved each other

•long story short as soon as there's not an impending apocalypse you plan on tying the knot!

•the time of most happiness in his millenniums of life having a domestic life with you was his favourite thing

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[pinkiebieberpie]

castiel's instagram account

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Different Kind Of Test

Pairing: Castiel x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: none

Request by anon: Hi i have this crazy idea but you are the perfect to write is something like the reader is a normal girl (22 years) not a hunter just normal that is like a daughter two both angels and demons and The Winchester find about her because the follow Castiel to her apartment and meet her and Castiel said her backstory to them like she was found as a baby thanks to angels and demons that was fighting next to her or something like that and she always said that they are her parents? Fluff and confused Sam and Dean 

Summary: After you were found by the angels, Castiel took care of you as if you were his own daughter. He wants you to be prepared for anything that might come your way, and he has a funny way of teaching you how to.

Square Filled: silver/salt/holy water test (2020) for @heavenandhellbingo

Author’s Note: i changed the age of the reader to just a big older!

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The words on the pages are starting to blend together, but you promised yourself to get through this chapter. You’re almost done studying so you can eat and relax afterwards. College is a lot harder than you thought it was going to be, but you’re going to prove to yourself that you can do it. You started your Freshman year a little later than everyone else, and now you’re twenty-nine years old and about to end it.

If only you can retain this information and pass your fucking final.

You turn the page to read the last page of the chapter when your phone lights up. Your dad, Castiel, is calling. He’s not biologically your dad but he counts for one in every other sense of the word. He put his blood, sweat, and tears into raising you to be the best version of yourself as you can be. You owe everything you have to him.

“What’s up, Dad?” you answer the phone.

“I need your help. This is urgent.”

“Are you okay?”

You cap your highlighter and close your textbook in concern.

“I really need your help, Y/N. Code Black.” Your entire body goes rigid and fear creeps down your spine. “I need you to hurry.”

“Where are you?”

“Twenty minutes from you. The bar that got shut down on the edge of the city?”

“I’m on my way.”

You hang up and immediately prepare yourself for the fight you know is coming. The thing you know you’ll need is your holy water, angel blade, silver knives, and iron bullets. Code Black means demons and if your dad is asking you for help, then you know he’s in big trouble. You change out of your loungewear and into something more suitable for fighting. Something you wouldn’t mind getting blood on.

Once you’re done, you leave your apartment and get into your car. He says he’s twenty minutes away, but with your speeding, it’s twelve minutes. The parking lot is empty but you have no doubt there are a bunch of demons inside. You check the bullets in your gun once more before heading to the front door that’s suspiciously open. You kick the door open and train your gun in front of you, making sure to scan the entire area before advancing.

The place is eerily quiet and empty. Where is your dad? Where are the demons? The place looks as if it still runs but you know it’s been abandoned for a while now. The booths are covered with dust as well as the tabletops and bar counter. Still, you don’t lower your guard. Just because you don’t see anything doesn’t mean there isn’t anyone here.

Something moves to the right of you and you turn swiftly hoping to see someone standing there. However, there isn’t anyone there. You could have sworn you saw a flash of clothes run by you. There are no curtains on this side of the bar, so the only explanation would have to be if it’s a person. You walk closer to the area to inspect it when you see someone step forward. Your iron bullets won’t do as much damage to a demon than an angel blade, so you unsheathe it and throw it at the person.

The person ducks so the blade goes into the wall behind them. The man (you can see him clearly once he steps into the light) runs at you and tackles you to the ground. You kick him away as fast as you can and scramble to your feet. You jump on his back before he has a chance to get up, and you grab his right leg tightly. You pull it toward you and grab the opposite arm to pull to you so that he’s trapped in your grip. You’re not sure why this demon isn’t fighting back like how you’re used to, but you don’t question how easy it is.

Another but taller man comes running from the shadows at you, and you let go of the man below you to focus on him. You step on the first man’s back to get over him and he groans in pain from the pressure. You’re much smaller than both of these men so you use your height against them. The taller man goes to grab you but you ram your whole body into hs lower half, sending him crashing to the bar counter. You grab his legs and lift him over, watching as he crumbles to the ground behind it.

You grab the holy water attached to your hip and toss some at the man behind the counter to the first man who is just now getting up. You expect them to scream out in pain but they stand there looking wet and annoyed. The man behind the bar jumps over the counter and both of the advance toward you. You take out one of your sharp daggers and hold it out to them a s precautionary. 

Before any more damage can be done, your dad comes rushing into the light.

“Wait, stop!”

“Dad!”

“Dad?” both men ask with confused faces.

“Y/N, they’re not demons. I just made that up. I’m not in any actual danger.”

“God, is this just another one of your tests? I thought we were done with this,” you groan and put away your knife.

“I have to make sure you’re prepared.”

“Yeah, and the seven years you spent training me was all for nothing?”

You walk over to the angel blade still stuck in the wall and yank it out. There is no way you’re giving up one of these bad boys.

“Wait, hold on. Did she say dad?” the shorter man asks.

“Sam, Dean, this is Y/N. She’s not biologically mine but I did help raise her. She’s human and was found as a baby in the middle of a battle ground. Demon and angels were fighting all around her without knowing she was there. When she was found, the angels decided to take over for her. I became the main parent. She calls me Dad because that’s all she knows.” Castiel turns to you with a worried look. “These are my friends, Sam and Dean Winchester. They’re human like you. I worry about you and want you to be able to protect yourself.”

“I appreciate that, I really do, but I have a major test to study for. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when you call me for help. Next time, make sure you’re actually in danger or I might not come,” you chuckle.

“Deal,” Castiel chuckles.

“They’re lucky or I would have knocked their heads clean off.”

“Let’s get one thing straight. You caught me off guard. You wouldn’t have one,” Dean shakes his head.

“Yeah, okay, old man.”

“Old man?” Dean turns to his brother. “Did she just call me an old man?”

“I took you two down without getting my nails dirty. I think you’re the ones who need to be tested. I gotta get back to studying. See ya.”

You leave the bar and Dean is flabbergasted at your sass. Castiel sees the look on his face and immediately shuts it down.

“No, Dean. Leave her alone.”

“What, I wasn’t gonna do anything,” Dean shrugs but smiles at the thought of you.

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[octoberclidan]

I'll Watch Over You

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Request: Ok i have a very specific request, kind of a weird one but so basically i have been having terrible mood swings, i think part of it is my pmdd, though i suspect i may be bipolar, i find myself breaking down over the smallest things like the air conditioning being too loud and i can’t help but think about how cas would just hold you through it. He’d be so calm and so sweet i need someone to write a comfort fic based on this

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"[Y/N]? You awake?" Sam's voice woke [Y/N] up from her sleep, and she opened her eyes halfway to look towards her doorway to see him standing there, silhouetted against the light coming from the hallway. "Didn't you want to go to that farmer's market this morning? Why are you still in bed?"

"What? What time is it? When did you get back?" She rubbed her eyes and yawned.

"It's just past noon, we got back a few minutes ago".

Her eyes snapped open and she pushed her covers off her. "Noon?! Shit, Dean's gonna be so annoyed. He is going to be pissed". She groaned while pushing her legs off the bed and sitting on the edge.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, he made me promise to get him those mini pies that they sell at the market. You know the ones he usually gets from the market that only happens once a month? He asked me like fifty times before you both went to help Jody with that case... which I should've asked you about before talking about pies". She ran her hand down her face in frustration.

"It went pretty well, only a few minor issues, no injuries past some bruises. I'll fill you in later. He's just going to have to wait until next month, the market usually ends at 11am, right?"

"I know. Ugh I'm so annoyed at myself". She threw herself back down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. She was on a temporary ban from hunts since she'd messed up on the last few. Sam and Dean had sat her down the previous week before they left on the hunt and told her she needed to get herself together, to stop rushing things and being so careless around monsters and demons. She was a skilled fighter, and for the most part was good at strategy and being smart and working well with the boys. Sometimes however, she had days when everything seemed to be working against her, and those days were dangerous when they happened on hunts. Those days had been happening a lot over the last couple of months.

"Do you want me to break the news to him? You may want to avoid him for awhile". He chuckled and [Y/N] leaned back up, propping herself up on her elbows to glare at him.

"It's not funny Sam".

"Sorry, sorry". He chuckled again, holding his hands up in defeat. "You might want to think about getting up though before the day is over". She sighed and lay back down again. Sam turned to leave, but stopped just before walking away to turn back to her. "Hey, also, why is the bunker so cold? When we walked through the door we could barely tell the difference from outside, and it's snowing out there".

"Oh... I uh, turned the heating off". She was glad her room was dark to hide the embarrassment from her face.

"Why?" Sam raised an eyebrow at her. "It's freezing".

"I know, I just couldn't concentrate on anything with the hum from it yesterday. You were calling me to ask all sorts of questions about banshees and I just kept getting distracted by the noise. It was frustrating".

"Okay... well, do you mind if I turn it back on?"

"Go for it". She sighed, and listened as his footsteps quietened the farther he walked down the hall. After a bad start to the day, the rest of the afternoon did not pan out well either. She'd gotten herself tangled up in her sheets and had fallen out of the bed when trying to get up, knocked a glass off her bedside table in the process and cut her hand, then stubbed her toe on her door as she pulled it closed, nearly slipped in the bathroom on some water that was on the tiled floor, and then was faced with no hot water. Having the heating turned off for an entire day meant that even though Sam had turned it back on, it was going to take awhile to heat the entire bunker, including the water supply. She had a cold shower, then realised she'd left her clothes behind in her room and would have to walk back in her towel and just hope that she didn't bump into anyone on her way back. Of course, luck was not on her side.

"Hiding from me?" She froze as Dean's gruff voice sounded from behind her. "I asked you to do one thing. One thing". She turned around to see him shaking his head at her. She felt like a scolded child, standing there vulnerable in her towel and shivering from the cold.

"Can I get dressed before you tell me how disappointed you are?"

"I'm beyond disappointed [Y/N], I'm frustrated. You don't listen to anyone anymore, you constantly mess shit up, what's wrong with you?"

"Look Dean, I had a rough week while you were all away, okay? I felt like crap, like I was being grounded when I'm a grown adult. I worked my ass off researching everything you guys asked me to. I found answers for everything. I couldn't sleep because it was too noisy with the heating on, then I couldn't sleep because it was too cold with the heating off. I'm tired, I missed my alarm, I missed the market, and I'm sorry. Okay? I am sorry". She didn't realise she was trembling on top of the shivering, tears threatening to spill from her eyes until she watched Dean's face soften slightly, not knowing how to respond to her.

"[Y/N]" He sighed, running his hand down his face. "I don't know what to say to you".

"Dean". A gravelly voice behind her pulled her attention to Cas, who was standing there in his usual attire with a stern expression on his face. "I think you've said enough for now. You should go". She looked back to Dean who was waving them off, stomping his way back down the hall to his room. She readjusted her grip on her towel as she heard Cas walking towards her, not turning around to face him as the tears of frustration were now running down her face. "Are you alright?" His hand came to rest on her back and she jumped sightly at the unexpected touch.

"Yeah. Yeah, just... had a long week". She said as he walked around to face her, tilting his head, his eyes filled with sadness as he saw her crying.

"Do you want to talk about it? I know Dean says otherwise but talking is supposed to help". She shook her head at his suggestion, afraid of how shaky her voice would sound if she spoke now that she was facing him. "Okay. Would you like to get dressed and then sit with me? I have something to show you". This suggestion peaked her interest and she looked up to meet his eyes, curiosity getting the better of her. When he didn't offer a further explanation, she nodded and he smiled at her. "Alright. Get dressed, I'll wait outside your door". She nodded and went to turn around, but he grabbed her wrist first. "Let me heal your hand". He flipped her hand over so her palm was facing up with the small cut on display, his hand underneath holding it up. He lifted his free hand and placed it on top of hers, letting out a soft glow while a wave of warmth spread through her hand, the stinging disappearing.

"Thanks Cas". She sniffed as he let her hand go. He brought it up to her face and wiped her tears away with his thumb before he walked with her to her room and then stood outside as she closed the door behind her. She dropped her towel to the floor and sat on the bed for a few moments, trying to push the tears back down. She took a deep breath a sighed before walking over to her dresser to pick out some clean underwear, her comfy sweatpants, and one of the boys' old t-shirts, along with a pair of fluffy socks. Her room had heated up a little bit, but it was still cold, and all of her hoodies were in the laundry. Mentally scolding herself for forgetting to do the laundry, knowing that once Sam realised that it wasn't done she'd get an earful from him too, she settled on pulling a light blanket over her shoulder. She took another deep breath before opening her door again, the angel still standing where she left him. He smiled at her and held out his hand, which was unusual for Cas, but she took it without thinking.

"Where are we going?" She asked quietly as they walked past Dean's room, not wanting to confront him again.

"You'll see". He glanced down at her quickly to see her puzzled expression but he didn't say any more, and neither did she. He held her hand the entire way down the corridor, through a door, down another corridor, through another door, and eventually they ended up deep in the bunker, in an area that [Y/N] wasn't overly familiar with. She pulled her blanket tighter the farther they went, the temperature dropping along the way with the heating not quite catching up. Finally, he pulled her towards a large dark blue door and pushed it open before letting go of her hand to place his on the small of her back as he gently guided her into the room. It was a small, dark room. Two of the walls were covered in shelved, stuffed with books. There was a small couch just beside the door with several large pillows on it. The walls, floor, and ceiling were all covered in what looked like square panels of carpet, all dark blue to match the door. He ushered her to the couch where she sat down, surprised at how comfortable it was considering how old it would have to be, and Cas closed the door. Her eyes shot up to him in surprise as he turned to face her, a knowing smile on his face.

"It's quiet". She whispered.

"It's sound proof". He whispered back. "You won't hear the hum of the heating in here. You won't hear the hum of the aircon, you won't hear Sam and Dean arguing, you won't hear anything in here". He sat down beside her and watched as she looked around the room in amazement.

"Thank you Cas, really, I appreciate it so much".

"I don't like seeing you upset". He reached over her shoulders and took the blanket off her, before repositioning it over her front. "I'll talk to Dean, he shouldn't speak to you like that. I think he's tired from the hunt, you don't always mess up. You've saved all of us so many times, and don't tell Sam, but you're better at research than he his". She giggled a little bit as he squeezed her leg, a smile forming on his lips at the sound. "You said you couldn't sleep from the noise. You can sleep in here. I can leave you to some peace and quiet". He stood up but she spoke up before he could open the door again.

"You could stay". She said, not quite looking up to meet his eyes. "You don't have to, but I've been alone all week so I wouldn't mind if you wanted to stay". She blushed a bit as Cas sat back down beside her without question and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"I'll stay with you. Do you want to lie down?" He asked and she then realised that there was nowhere else to sit in the room but the couch they were on. "I'll lie with you, if you want". He gently rubbed her arm over the blanket. When she nodded, he leaned back and pushed his legs up onto the couch, pulling [Y/N] down with him. After a bit of maneuvering, Cas lay on his side on the outside of the couch facing in, and [Y/N] lay on the inside of the couch, her back to his chest. "You can cry if you want. I don't mind, you can let it out. I'll hold you". She nodded as fresh tears began to form in her eyes, no longer wanting to hide. "I'll hold you whenever you need me to". He said. She felt him press his lips to the top of her head as his arm reached around her to hold her closer, while his legs tangled with hers. She wanted to stay awake and enjoy the comfort that Cas was bringing her, but his slow, deep breaths against her back were lulling her to sleep. She felt safe, and protected, and all of the bad memories and worries from the beginning of the day shortly dissipated. Just before she drifted off, she heard Cas whisper one more thing.

"Sleep, [Y/N]. I'll watch over you".

The end

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[gilverrwrites]

“If you will have me, I am yours.” 

Pairing: Human!Castiel/Fem!Reader (Season 9)

Reader has AFAB body parts & feminine pronouns' are used.

Plot: The reader is a retired hunter, who develops feeling for Cas after he moves in with her. After living in domestic bliss for a while, its only a matter of time feelings are confessed, and sex is had.

Please remember: to keep going, and keep growing.

Content: Rough/Kissing, blowjob, rough blowjob/face-fucking, vaginal fingering, p in v sex, dirty talk (Cas doesnt really have a filter) rough sex, swearing, accidental cuddling, intentional cuddling.

Rating: M/18+

Words: 3,377

Notice: The follow up: Takeout Tuesday is now available here.

Excerpt: You vaguely recall falling asleep around 40 minutes into a Capra film, but when and how you’d nestled yourself against your flatmate was a mystery. Despite your instinct to jerk away, you remain still when you feel his fingers brushing against your bare shoulder. Between the warmth of his skin on yours, and the soothing beat of his heart, you are soon lulled close to sleep once again. Until the sound of Cas’ low voice in your ear rouses you. “Are you awake?”  When you nod, he continues, “Is this okay?” You nod again, and quietly add, “This is wonderful.”

Having Castiel around was pleasant, if a little surreal. You’d always considered him a friend, but it wasn’t the same. Previously you’d only really been around each other on the hunt. Or if Cas was involved, more like stopping an apocalypse. Your relationship had been entirely based on proximity, and necessity. There was never really time to bond beyond that. Until now. 

You’d decided to attempt retirement a while ago. You’d found a job and started subletting a decent apartment from a friend of a friend, on the preface that they could still crash on the couch when travelling across country. The hunting trade was a small world after all. 

In fact, your new landlord was exactly who you’d expected to see when someone came knocking on your door in the middle of the night. Not a tired, bloodied, and bruised Angel. Confused, you’d let him in, patched his wounds, cleaned him up, and let him sleep it off in your bed. After almost 48 hours of continuous sleep, he’d explained everything to you, thanked you for your hospitality, and told you he’d be out of your hair soon. You’d assertively informed him that the only place he would be going is from your bed, to your couch. 

From there you easily fell into a routine together, effortlessly bonded over shared experiences, old and new. It was nice, seeing his toothbrush next to yours, bringing home his favourite takeout every Tuesday. When he worked the early shift, he’d always make you a coffee before he left, on the late shifts he’d bring home a bottle of your favourite. He did the dishes, and you did the laundry. You were a secure little domestic team.

The surrealness came when you realised just how much you enjoyed it. You welled up with pride whenever he complimented something you’d cooked him from scratch. Starting your morning in his presence calmed any nerves, and on stressful days, coming home to dinner and a film with Cas was your respite. 

You were confused by the bitterness you felt when he called you one night to say he would be home late, citing a date with his boss, Nora. You were truly sad, but relieved when he informed you he had misread the invitation. That he was actually there to babysit. That’s when it hit you. Somewhere along the way, in between all the household chores, and the late-night Hulu binging, you’d fallen for him. 

You’d always thought he was hot, ever since he’d introduced himself as ‘Castiel, an Angel of the Lord’ all those years ago. However, you no longer needed to accidentally catch him leaving the shower, or bending under a table to feel flushed. Ever since the figurative penny dropped, all it took was a smile, or the brush of your chests in a tight hall to make you blush. 

Thoughts of Castiel and your myriad of complex feelings now plagued you, particularly as you lay in bed at night, knowing he was only feet away from you, just on the other side of your paper-thin walls. Paper-thin walls that did nothing to protect you from the sudden and deafeningly loud sound of the TV at 2AM. 

Not bothering to throw on bottoms, you stumble to your bedroom door in just a camisole and panties. The sight of Cas sitting on the couch, clad in nothing but boxers, desperately fiddling with the remote in an attempt to turn down the volume greeted you upon entry to the living room. 

Upon noticing you, Cas drops the remote and hastily reaches for his discarded comforter to cover himself with. In turn you rotated your entire body, averting your gaze in favour of the wall, primarily to respect his privacy, secondarily to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. 

“I’m so sorry!” You blurt.

“It’s okay.” He responds quietly. “I’m sorry for the noise. I couldn’t sleep, I didn’t mean to wake you.” 

“It’s okay.” You repeat back to him. “I was awake, I couldn’t sleep either. You just made me jump.” 

“You can look now.” He informs you. Hoping the dim light from the TV doesn’t reveal too much of the colour in your face, you spin back. He was now covered from the waist down, but you couldn’t help noticing his bare chest, particularly the definition between his pecs, and the sharpness of his collarbones.

“I guess I’ll leave you to it.” You say, trying to re-direct your eyes to any other part of the room. 

“Unless…” He gestures to the television. “Would you care to join me?” 

“Sure.” You answer hesitantly. You weren’t sleeping anyway, what was the worst that could happen?

Castiel smiles amiably at you before returning his attention to the remote. You linger in your spot as he begins flicking through the different apps. When he makes no effort to locate and put on trousers you slowly settle down next to him, careful to leave enough distance to prevent any accidental skin-on-skin contact. 

“So, what are we watching?” 

 ————-

You vaguely recall falling asleep around 40 minutes into a Capra film, but when and how you’d nestled yourself against your flatmate was a mystery. Despite your instinct to jerk away, you remain still when you feel his fingers brushing against your bare shoulder. Between the warmth of his skin on yours, and the soothing beat of his heart, you are soon lulled close to sleep once again. Until the sound of Cas’ low voice in your ear rouses you. “Are you awake?” 

When you nod, he continues, “Is this okay?”

You nod again, and quietly add, “This is wonderful.”

You can’t see his expression from your current position, but he exhales, and you think he sounds relieved. 

It could be the scarcity of sleep, a ‘mind after midnight’ mirage, but this is when it occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, he could be interested in you too. Why else would be lying beneath you, half-naked and seemingly completely at ease? Doubtful that you’d ever have this courage again you tilt your head up to look at him and ask; “Do you ever think about us?”

“I do.” He responds, he looks perplexed, which admittedly was his default expression.

“Do you ever think about us, as more than this?” When he doesn’t immediately answer, you resume. “You know, like romantically? Or even intimately?” 

“I frequently think of you amorously.” He speaks tentatively, each word spoken very deliberately. “When Metatron took my grace from me, I never imagined that this was how my life would go. Of course, I never thought that my grace would be taken, or that I would live among humans as one of them in the first place.”

He seems to take a moment to compile his thoughts, sucking his bottom lip in concentration. You remain silent. Hoping he can’t feel the rapid thrum of your heart.

“I thought at first that I was broken. The fall, losing my wings was bad enough, but now, without my angelic abilities, I can’t do anything. Well, nothing of merit, at least where the needs of humankind are concerned.”

“That’s not true.” You interject, you move to sit up, to be at eye level with him, but due to your already precarious position, the only way to do so is by shifting a leg over his lap, thus straddling him.

“I know that now.” He says as he grips your wrists and brings them to his shoulders, offering you extra support. “Without meaning to overstep, or make you uncomfortable, but living with- existing beside you has been a far more fulfilling experience than most of the things I have accomplished in the many billions of years I have existed.

I have very little practice in the ways of human sexuality, and even less so with courtship. However, I would be honoured, and extremely happy if you would allow me to explore such things, with you.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“If you will have me, I am yours.” 

There's a tense moment of silence between you both in which neither of you dare to break eye contact before you surge to him. You instigate the kiss, but Cas is fast to take control, his arms pull your body to him, driving your lips to press hard against his. When he rocks his hips up, kneading his semi-hard cock against your clothed core, you gasp. Cas immediately slips his tongue between your lips. You can’t hold back the groan that escapes you. His mouth tastes like coffee and artificial grape. You savour the feel and aroma of his lips before pulling back momentarily. 

“Only if I can be yours too.” You finally respond before he’s on you again. You freely open up for him, allowing him to explore your mouth once more. His tongue eagerly swirls against yours, exploring every crevice. His hands drop to clutch your waist, holding you in place as he ruts against you from below. 

It was you who broke the kiss again, locking your eyes with him as you climb off his lap. 

“Let me take care of you.” You chime as you drop to your knees on the floor below him. Cas quickly follows, sitting up straight, and planting his legs on either side of you. The comforter banished to the other end of the sofa.  

“You… You look so beautiful like that. On your knees.” He smiles down at you and reaches out to cup your face, strong fingers gently brush along your jaw before his thumb extends up to your lips. You press a kiss to its pad before parting your lips and taking him in. His skin tastes clean, with a hint of salt, and something florally. 

“Let me suck your cock.” You state, voice muffled by the pressure on your tongue.

His cheeks are tinted pink. You’re unsure if it's from arousal or nerves but he stands to pull off his boxers and settles back down. You can’t help but lick your lips when his cock is revealed, it's long and already hard. 

You don’t waste any time, immediately situating your tongue on the underside of his shaft and running it from tip to hilt. You stop momentarily to plant a kiss on his balls, before running back up his length. When you look back up Cas is watching you intensely, brow furrowed, lids heavy, lips between his teeth. You smile before wrapping your mouth around his cock. Pausing only slightly when you feel Cas cup the back of your head. 

You inch yourself down his length slowly, getting a feel for him, his thickness, and how much you can take at once. When you feel his tip hit the back of your throat, you pull back, before bobbing back down. The sound of Castiel’s’ hitched breathing drives you until you’re relaxed enough to take him completely. His thickness stretches your throat, making your eyes water, his pubic hair tickles your nose, and the look of bliss on his face makes your pussy drip. 

After a few seconds, you come back up for air, but the relief in your lungs only lasts a second before you feel Cas’ fists tighten against your scalp. 

“You look even better with my cock in your mouth.” He grunts as he pushes you back down. “You feel so good.”

Unable to respond, you hum your affirmation, drool escaping the corners of your mouth. Cas moans his approval, eyes and head lolling back for a moment before he plants his other hand firmly on the back of your head, holding you in place as he shifts to the edge of the couch and begins bucking his hips into your mouth. 

You plant your hands around his calves to steady yourself, and keep them out of the way as he continues to use your mouth. His thrusts grow heavier, his moans raspier, as you fight your need for air. Your cunt growing hotter, wetter every second, while your throat closes, and your head grows dizzy from the lack of air.

When he finally lets you go, your lungs are burning. You lean back, unable to control the wild rise and fall of your chest as you pant for air. Your lips feel sore, swollen, but your pussy aches. 

“I’m sorry.” Cas reaches over to cradle your face, tentatively brushing the tears from your eyes. “Was that too much?” 

“No! No not at all.” You whisper between breaths. You reach out for his hand, and he takes it. His head tilts to one side as he looks down at you sceptically. You smile back as you guide him between your legs. You brush his fingers against your panties, encouraging him to feel the wetness soaking through the fabric.

“I did that? I made you this wet?” He asks. When you nod his mouth cracks into a smile.

Within seconds he drops to his knees before you, pulling you in for another hot, open-mouthed kiss. Your tongues meet in another fierce, uncontrolled kiss. You cry out into his mouth when you feel his fingers press firmly against your clit, rubbing you through the thin fabric of your underwear.

Without warning Cas clutches onto your panties and pulls until the elastic snaps. He releases the offending article and quickly returns to your wetness. He strokes your clit repeatedly, swallowing your moans, holding you to his chest to prevent you from involuntarily withering away.

You break your lips away from his just long enough to plead; “Fuck me Cas, please fuck me with your fingers.”

He doesn’t hesitate to do as asked, immediately delving two fingers into your pussy. Once situated inside, he massages them against your walls, feeling you out and making you sputter. You grip his shoulders for support, digging your nails into his skin as he starts to thrust in and out of you.

“Like this?” He questions, you’re not sure if he’s being coy, if he’s teasing. Or if he truly is curious. Either way, you’re too gone to really answer. You open your mouth but all that comes out are a series of strangled whimpers. The feel of his thumb returning to your clit, gently brushing just the right spot, pushes you to breaking point. 

“I’m- I – ahhh.” You cry, trying to warn him. When you jerk your head back there is resistance. Cas releases his hold on your back, to grips your head forward. You peek up at him through half-lidded eyes, Cas stares, his blue eyes bare down on you, unblinking. If you weren’t already cumming, that would have been enough. 

You lean into Castiel’s body as you come back down, limp, and incoherent. A low hum escapes you as Cas languidly removes his fingers from inside you and brings them to his lips. You watch lazily as he gives them a tentative sniff before placing them in his mouth. His face seems to melt, and he closes his eyes, visibly savouring the taste. 

When he’s done, he grins at you and ponders aloud; “I’m not sure which is better.”

Still unable to string two words together you watch him, waiting for him to continue.

“The way you look when you reach orgasm, or the way you taste.” 

Instantly your cheeks begin to burn, and heat pools between your legs again. Without a second thought you reach down, grabbing your cami by the hem and lifting it over your head, your entire body now exposed to Castiel. 

He’s on you again in an instant. His mouth latches to one of your nipples, rapidly but lightly his tongue darts over the sensitive nip. Both hands come up to cup each breast. His fingers pinch and roll at your other exposed nipple. When you feel his teeth grazing the sensitive skin you flinch, fisting your hands into his hair. 

“Cas, please!” You gasp.

“Please what?” He responds, speech distorted by his refusal to remove his mouth from your body. 

“Please take me to bed.” You whine, needlessly pulling at his hair to garner his attention. “Please Castiel, take me to bed-”

You’re interrupted by the jolt of your body being lifted. Cas continues his oral assault, kissing, sucking, nipping at your neck as he carries you back to your bed. He sits himself on the edge of your bed and positions you to straddle him once again. You pull his attention back from your neck, sinking your lips onto his as you guide him down, until he’s lying face up.

You lean back and he sucks in a breath as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. You line him up at your entrance and he begins gradually rocking into you. You steadily sink down, the feel of his cock stretching you out making you shudder. Cas’s head rolls back, he bites his lip and grips your hips, barely fighting not to slam you down onto him.

When his cock is fully inside, you pull back up until only the tip remains inside before you drop back onto him.

With a loud moan, Cas engulfs your body with his own and flips you over. He holds you beneath him with the weight of his own body as he gives a few shallow, testing thrusts. Satisfied he begins building pace and force, until the sound of skin slapping against skin can be heard between ragged breaths and moans. You raise your lower body, trying to match his rhythm but his hands lock onto your hips and push them down, pinning you to the bed.

His lips are tight between his teeth, his brow furrowed, and his skin glows with a sheen of sweat. You can’t help but paw at his shoulders, bringing him down so you can plant kisses on his face and neck.

“Cas, fuck. Castiel that feels so good.” You praise.

In response, he catches your lips in a desperate kiss, all tongues and teeth and jumbled sounds that may once have been words. Your toes begin to curl, as your climax grows near. You lock your fingers in Castiel's hair, pulling his face away as you arch your back. Your eyes close tight as you chant his name.

“I love it when you moan my name.” He murmurs in your ear. He releases your hips, and grips your face, forcing it back up. Your eyes peek open as growls his next words. “Look at me, and don’t stop saying my name.”

At that, the tension in your cunt snaps. Your body jerks and your walls clench around him as you hit your climax. Castiel rides you through it, his strides slowing, but he continues fucking into you at a steady pace until he’s seemingly overcome by his own orgasm. His movements becoming laboured and erratic, he pants your name through gritted teeth as he spills his cum inside you.

You remain wrapped up in your position as you come down from your highs, the warmth of his breath tickles your neck, and your chests collide as you fight to catch your breath. Your mind races, trying to find the right thing to say next, not wanting to spoil your post-orgasm bliss. Eventually, you nudge his shoulder, and he moved away, allowing you to sit up. His cum seeps out of you as you do. Before you can make a move to clean it up Cas attains the tissues from your dresser and begins delicately wiping you down.

“Thank you.” You smile at him as he finishes and begins to clean himself up.

“I… ah.” He smiles back at you, still flushed from your activities. “I feel I should be the one thanking you.”

You laugh at the absurdity of his statement, especially after the performance he’d just given. Cas soon reciprocates your laughter. You stretch your arms out, inviting him back in for an embrace and he eagerly obliges, wrapping his arms around you and falling back against your mattress.

“Will you sleep in here, with me tonight?” Your eyes catch the clock on your bedside, and you note that it is almost sunrise. “Or, for the rest of the morning?”

He kisses your forehead and pulls you in close. “I would enjoy that very much.”

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Healing Wounds

Pairing - Castiel x Fem!Reader Request: 'heyy! i’m not sure if you’re taking requests for supernatural, but i figured i’d ask anyways! could you do a castiel x female reader? this is kind of specific, but i was thinking about loosely basing it off of the lyrics: “your beauty never ever scared me” - mary on a cross - ghost. cas thinks that he’s not a good fit for the reader, because she’s human. she gets injured on a hunt one day and cass comes to save her. he tells her that he’s no good for her. she shuts him down and it’s just cute on' - @blueflower34 Summary - Y/n usually sits behind the front lines, doing all she can to research the monsters that the brothers slaughter. When the girl finds herself shoved into the front lines, Cass worries it may go south. When it does, he struggles to keep his feelings to himself. Warnings - Violence, angst Words - 2.8K

A/n - I've never written for Cass before, but I tried my best. Also thank you for the lovely request! <3

MASTERLIST

They all knew it was dangerous. Some may even go as far as to call it suicide. Y/n knew it. The brothers knew it. And, most of all, Cass knew it.

Currently, there were a nest of vampires awaiting to strike the streets of a rather innocent town. They preyed at night and scouted out those most vulnerable. They drained the life out of these towns people and turned the ones that engrossed them. The night before, the brothers had gone in, all guns blazing. They barely left a scratch. And, as a more stressing matter, the vamps now knew their faces. There was no element of surprise left.

There were little options remaining and with each day that passed, the body count was only increasing. Y/n was the one who proposed the idea. "I could always go in. Try and mingle my way through them-"

"No." Dean cut in before she could even finish the plan she was stringing together.

"I'm not saying I'm going to go in there and kill every single one of them." That was their job, she thought as she stood from the motel bed. "But I can draw one out."

Cass had been sitting beside the girl on the bed, listening to her beg to go out on a suicide mission. "There's far too many of them." He stated. She glanced back at him, his doe eyes wide with a glint that pleaded for her safety. "It is a terrible plan."

"But it's a plan." Sam debated.

All was silent for a few moments. Until: "You could die." Said Cass after he had stood too.

"Could." The girl reiterated. "We can't wait another day to come up with a plan, when we know someone is going to die tonight."

"And that someone could be you!" The three were all taken aback by Cass' sudden outburst, watching as, he too, seemed to have to readjust himself. He swallowed the lump that had grown in his throat, "We shouldn't risk it."

Y/n shrugged, "Well, it's my life we're risking, I say we at least try."

She looked to the brothers. It was obvious Cass had made up his mind on the matter, but if both of the boys agreed to this, then it was two to one. Sam was the first to nod, "She was right, if we wait any longer, someone else is going to die." He informed Dean as if he wasn't already aware.

The older Winchester huffed in defeat; he knew it was the only option. "Fine, but you stick to the plan, no going off script. You draw them out. That's it." He instructed like he was scolding the girl.

She responded in a mocking salute and a smirk that was trying to slip it's way to the surface, "Yes, sir." She giggled; Dean rolled his eyes.

Cass was suddenly nervous. Y/n was making him feel certain emotions to an extent he wasn't used to. In a matter of seconds, he weaved through anger, anxiety and now he believed he was experiencing desperation. He truly believed that Dean wouldn't agree with it and that, in turn, Y/n would be safe. Alas, now he was struggling to, as Dean said, keep his shit together.

Y/n always stood behind the front lines. While the brothers, and sometimes Cass, went in eager for the blood of monsters, the girl was inside, researching how to kill said monster. So there was no lie in that she was beginning to panic as the four stood outside of the bar. She was pacing, running her lines through her head. The other three were huddled round the trunk - no doubt expressing their lack of hope in this plan.

"Here," Came Sam's voice, pulling Y/n from her swirling thoughts.

She glanced down at a small piece of electronic equipment, "What is it?" She questioned before taking it from Sam's palm.

"Ear piece. You can hear us, we can hear you. It'll make sure we know you're safe." He informed.

She nodded before slipping the plastic in her ear. "Okay." The girl muttered before following Sam back to where Dean and Cass were loitering.

Dean was holding two machetes, Cass had nothing. "You know, you're gonna need to look like your having fun when you get in there. Not like you're about to throw up." The boy joked, but honestly, a part of Y/n was concerned she may truly throw up her dinner.

"You don't have to do this." Cass said, begging to all the Gods this was when she changed her mind.

A pause followed. Each of them waited for her answer until she huffed, "Let's just get this over and done with." Cass' heart felt like it had sank to his stomach. He wanted to voice his absolute outrage at this decision, but it would be no use. He would have urged to offer something else instead of this plan that placed Y/n in the midst of murderers, her playing the prey, but when neither of the brothers did, he worried that maybe it would look like he cared a little too much. Too much that it wasn't so platonic anymore (for him anyway). And while that was the truth, it was the last thing Cass wanted getting out.

So he kept his lips sealed. It seemed as if he was having to do that a lot more. He wouldn't speak when Y/n looked especially pretty. Instead, he opt to become captivated by her beauty, hoping she didn't catch his awing eyes. Or worse, that either of brothers did. Cass knew he would never hear the end of it: several passing comments when Y/n was out of earshot, sexual innuendos he probably wouldn't understand and encouragement to ask her out. Of course, that was something he could never do. He could never put himself, an angel, out there like that to her, a human.

"Remember the script, alright?" Dean uttered, bringing Cass back to the situation at hand. "Go in there, locate one of the vampires-"

"Bring them out here for you guys to deal with, yeah I know." Y/n snapped when she hadn't meant to.

Dean took one of the machetes he was holding and placed it in the hold by the girl's waist, hidden by her jacket. "Nothing off script, you understand?"

She nodded, "Yes." The three shared an expression before finally glancing back at her. "A little hope would be great guys."

"We have hope in you." Assured Sam.

Which was followed up by Cass, "No we don't."

Y/n looked back at the angel with a stern look written into her pupils; he wished he had kept his lips shut again. "Thanks, Cass." He only awkwardly smiled in response, lips sealed.

With one last glance, she aimed for the front of the bar. It wasn't long until her ear started to buzz, "Testing, Y/n just let us know you can hear this." Came Sam's voice.

She could hear him...as well as Cass and Dean in the background.

"How can she hear us? She's in the bar." Inquired the curious boy.

Dean had huffed at his lack of knowledge of this world, "It's an ear piece, Cass."

A smile drifted to the girl's lips that she attempted to conceal as she walked into the bar. "I can hear you." She muttered into her jacket, hoping it wasn't too obvious.

"Good, now just go sit at the bar and well, keep your eye out." Sam instructed.

The girl followed his order, wondering towards an empty bar stool. She checked every face she passed, as if she would be able to spot this vampire in one glimpse. Nothing stood out. So she took a seat, ordered a drink she wouldn't have and kept an eye out.

About ten minutes in, Dean chimed in, "You see anything yet?" He queried.

She scanned the room once again. There were a few concerningly drunk guys in one corner, and a couple that were kissing rather intensely, but nothing of the vampire kind. "Nada." She whispered quietly enough the people around her wouldn't hear it.

"Do you still look like you're about to throw up?" Dean then asked.

Even without seeing him, Y/n's eyes rolled. "What would it matter?" She argued.

"Well, if you want to draw this guy out, you're gonna have to draw him in first." Y/n clicked onto what the boy was getting at. She wasn't one to flirt. Maybe here or there, in towns she knew they would never return, but she wasn't so bad as Dean. "Flick your hair a little bit and smile." He suggested.

Her stomach churned at the idea. "How would that make her anymore attractive to the vampires?" Queried Cass from the background. That, however, had made a light smile draw onto Y/n's lips.

Dean muttered something in reply about looking welcoming, before someone started walking over to the girl. She clocked him right away. He wore black clothes and had a pair of sunglasses caught between the buttons of his shirt. Bingo.

"Hi there," He was charming. But that was all apart of this master plan the vampires had conjured.

A plan of which, right now, Y/n had to play into. "Hey." She forced a smile that was no longer fault of the angel.

He took the empty bar stool next to her and leaned in a little too much for a stranger. "You all alone tonight?" The girl nodded, followed by some mindless chit-chat and another drink she wish had been alcohol free. Then he popped the question, "You want to get out of here?"

She smiled. The vampire, or Jamie as Y/n had learnt his name to be, may have believed that smile was due to what she thought awaited. Truthfully, Y/n was just happy that this was almost over. They wondered out the bar, interlinked arms and a chirp in their step. As they stepped into the chaos of the night street, Y/n swayed to the left, Jamie pulled to the right.

They both stopped, turning with knitted brows. "I know a place this way." Y/n pointed behind her. To the left, where the impala, two brothers and an angel was waiting to slaughter him.

"I know a better place this way." He grinned as if this wasn't awkward at all.

Y/n preyed he didn't pick up on the panic that was grumbling in her stomach. "Y/n, what's going on?" Cass spoke through her ear. She couldn't answer. She could barely move. It wasn't until Jamie linked her arm again that she had no choice but to start walking. It dawn on her suddenly that she was walking to the rest of the nest. She was walking into death. "Y/n don't walk with him." Cass pressured.

Her skin was shaking against Jamie's. "You really gave me no choice." She forced a giggle, her words meant for Cass but woven in a way that didn't come off suspicious. "So where about's is this place?"

"Just a block away." He answered; Y/n hoped it was loud enough for Cass to hear.

"Dean says they'll be there in a few minutes." Cass assured.

Jamie took her down a back street. That was when she realised, he wasn't going all the way back to the nest. No, he was going to kill her here and now. She laughed over her anxiety. "This isn't what I was expecting." There was no one on the other line anymore. The three were rushing to gather dead mans blood and blades. No time to stop and listen to what Y/n believed could now be her last words.

He took a few steps closer. Y/n took a few steps away. Her back hit a wall. Shit.

Jamie was talking to her, but she was barely listening, reaching for the machete that was situated by her waist. In one swift movement, she took it in her grip and swung it. She missed. Jamie had ducked backwards, his stare never leaving the girl. "Well that was hardly nice." He taunted, beginning to move back towards her.

Y/n gripped the machete so hard her knuckles had turned white. She went to swing again once Jamie got close enough, but she was too slow. He grasped her shoulders and thrown her against a wall. Hard enough that she suddenly felt as if she were seeing everything in threes. As she turned over, groaning, her eyes met Jamie. He was standing over her, now with her blade in his hand.

"Hmm," He mocked in thought as he leaned over her, the blade brushing over her skin. "Now what?" He questioned himself before a wide smile spread across his lips. Then, rather slowly, he dragged the machete against her forearm, letting the blood soak her shirt.

The pain seemed to stop within a moment. Y/n wasn't sure why right away - her pounding mind was making her slow - but once she turned her head, she found Cass. Another moment later, Jamie's head was rolling across the concrete floor.

Y/n watched as the boy came over to her, crouching down. "Cass." His name came out like a whisper from her lips. It came out gentle and whimsical as if she were just dreaming him.

Alas, the angel really was here. Cass took off his tie and quickly wrapped it around her bleeding arm. "Come on." He said before scooping his arms under her body.

She waved her hands a little as to stop him, "What about Sam and Dean? What about the nest?"

He continued, whisking her up as she flung one arm around his neck. "Sam and Dean are at the nest now. They've got it covered." He assured as they stepped out onto the street.

At this time of night, many people were wondering around, eager for their next shot. And, had Y/n been fully conscious, she may have asked Castial if she could have walked. Because, fully conscious Y/n would have noted how strange they probably looked: Being carried down bridal-style, with a bloody tie pulled around her forearm. Cass had no care for the strange looks. If anything, he was used to them by now, and nothing mattered more to him than getting Y/n somewhere safe.

Once at the motel, Cass was adamant on nursing Y/n back to health. He guided her to the bathroom, took the jacket from her skin and rolled up her sleeves to reveal the wound that littered her arm. All the boy needed to do was brush his hand over said wound and, within an instant, it had healed. No scar left to haunt her. 

"Thanks." Y/n had muttered as she learnt against the sink. An uneasy laugh followed when Cass said nothing in return. His eyes had been wondering over Y/n. He never should have let her go through with this plan. And maybe he would never be able to voice his concerns too loudly, but he would take that role of that angel on her shoulder. "I probably look like a mess right now."

Her words brought the boy back to reality where he was shocked by them. Cass met the girl's pupils and his seemingly filled with sympathy. "You look beautiful." It had all just sort of slipped out in that moment. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline that had come with killing the vampire, or maybe it was killing him to not just say something to Y/n.

She wasn't sure how to reply. So she shook her head and laughed it off, "Cass-"

"I'm serious." He interjected. "I mean, when am I not?" She was silent. This was probably one of them moments when Cass should have kept his lips sealed. But she was looking at him in a way that seemed to urge him on, her eyes pooling with this certain curiosity that begged to know what Cass had truly meant when he called her beautiful. "I may be overstepping, but I mean it. Your beauty is one I struggle to comprehend. And you make me feel many emotions I'm not used to. And I know, you are a human and I could never-" He stopped himself, subconsciously having taken a few small steps closer as if she were reeling him in. "I just wanted you to know."

Cass was searching Y/n for any signs of what was to follow. What he hadn't expected was her lips on his. Yet, he eased into them. His gut exploded like fireworks and a smile traced Y/n's lips until they pulled away. "Your beauty never scared me."

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[gococogo]

♡ Destiel Valentine's Day Special ♡

Synopsis: Castiel has never celebrated Valentine's Day and so he wishes to do so with Dean. He wishes to show Dean how much he loves him and from the YouTube tutorials he's watched, things seem to work

Word Count: 3.4K

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Warnings: Childhood trauma/anal/biting/marking

Notes: @ja3hwa helped me a shit ton on this fic. I couldn't have finished it without her ehhe. But I did it, it is here on time and I'm quite happy with it. I wish I had more time, but eh, what are you going to do? Sue me!?

Flowers had just been the beginning of it all. He had found them by his bed side when he woke up. Being very confused and still very tired, he went to seek out anyone in the bunker for an answer.

Then it had turned into petals down every single corridor in the bunker. That had Sam laughing up a lung when all Dean could do was look around confused in the main foyer. Everywhere was covered in red rose petals. On the chairs, on the table, on the bookshelves. It was like some cupid had come around and vomited up petals.

“Do you know what’s going on?” Dean had asked with his face scrunched up with one of those looks.

Sam had only shrugged and said, “Maybe.”

Then, he had walked away with a shit eating grin on his face that had Dean boiling with anger. With that, the discission to go back to his room was adamant. He wanted to change and get dressed for the day. But, he found something else.

Castiel, an angel of the lord and a warrior for heaven, throws unwrapped chocolates onto Dean’s bed.  

For a moment, the hunter can only stand there and watch the angel grab a handful of chocolates from a larger than life box -most likely from Costco with Sam’s membership if his brother is in on this- before throwing them onto the bed like he’s throwing a frisbee. The sight is… it’s a sight.

Dean clears his throat and Cas whips around with wide blue eyes. If the angel had any feathers, Dean can take a guess that they would be ruffled.

“Was that you with all…” Dean waves his hand as if shooing a fly, “that out there?”

“Do you like it?” Is the reply he gets from the angel as he takes a step away from the bed.

Dean can only stare, his gaze flicking to the chocolates on his bed to the angel with his brows raised waiting for an answer. He clutches the large box to his chest, almost like holding a child it’s that big. But Dean doesn’t know what to say. Like, yeah he likes it but… this has never happened to him before.

“I uhh-“

Cas’s brows furrow before he crosses the room to Dean, throwing the box of chocolates beside the bed.

“You do know it’s Valentine’s Day today, right?” Cas asks.

Valentine’s Day!? It’s February already!? Dean tries to hide his panic but it’s clear on his face. Where in hell did January go!? They’ve been on so many hunts lately that they nearly missed New Years! And now Valentine’s Day!? This year was going by quicker than he thought.

He tries to play it off with a smirk and a gruff, “Of course I knew!”

But the angel doesn’t look impressed.

He raises a hand to cup Dean’s cheek who flinches slightly at the touch. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Cas, but he makes no comment of it.

“It’s alright if you forgot,” Cas says softly.

Dean chortles at this as he softly takes the angel’s hand off of his face. But he doesn’t let go of it, holding onto it between them.

“That’s not the point,” Dean murmurs.

Cas raises a brow with a tilt of his head, urging the hunter to go on. This leads to Dean letting out a staggered sigh. He didn’t really know the point himself, nor why he constantly acts so recoiled with Cas’s affection at times. He did love the angel, but the image of his father would come creeping in his mind at times. And it always left a distaste in his mouth.

Why couldn’t he just love the angel they way Cas wanted, the way he needed.

“I’m just…” The hunter huffs, rubbing his scruffy chin, then his eyes. Before pinching his nose with another huff. Cas could see Dean turn on himself, something he did a lot. He’s self-destructive.

“Dean. It’s okay.” Cas can’t recall a moment he didn’t say this to his lover.

It’s okay. Two simple words that humans use to reassure one another. Normally it’s always hollow and more of a silent lie, but Cas had never meant it as such. It’s okay meant; I’m here. I understand. I love you.

“How did you get stuck with me?” Dean scoffs, thinking low of himself.

Cas is so attentive; Dean would always question if he would be a perfect fit for someone else. Someone more like him. Maybe another angel perhaps? Not some hunter that can barely face the fact he is in love with such an angelic man.

Someone that it’s been drilled into his head time and time again that all creatures are bad. That it’s always shoot first and ask questions later. That did happen the first time he met Cas, but beside the point.

Something has changed inside of him that’s changed only for the angel.

“I like being stuck with you,” Cas tries his luck again, tugging a hand free from Deans tight grasp to lay a cupped hand on his bearded cheek.

Dean doesn’t flinch this time. In fact, he moulds his hand over Cas’s much softer one, his rough palms such a wild contrast to the angelic beings. One would thing that a warrior of heaven would have a soldier’s hands. But Dean doesn’t care, he leans into the touch and lays a small, soft kiss into the palm of the angel. Cas chuckles softly to himself, a deep rumble that Dean always loves.

“Thank you…for the uh stuff.” Dean mumbles letting go of Cas’s hand so the angel could place his it back to his sides in almost an awkward manner.

Cas turns to face the bed again inspecting his work. He spent almost three whole days with Sam trying to find the best way to please Dean with this human holiday. So, to say he was nervous that Dean was not going like it was an understatement.

“I’m glad. I watched a tutorial on that YouTube thing you showed me.” Cas emphasised the word Tube with a strong ‘B’.

Cas then begins to ramble on about how he purchased such items and how he managed to use one of Sam real credit card. Dean rolls his eyes with a grunt before coming forward and wrapping his arms around Cas’s waist. He kisses the nape of his neck where the skin is exposed above his trench coat and the angel goes ridged, his words getting caught in his throat.  

“Oh…” The angel peeps out. The tutorial was correct.

Dean begins undoing Cas’s buttons from behind, his fingers skilled from doing this many, many times in his past. He may not be great at sappy words, but he could classify himself an expert in other departments.

Cas turns around in the hunter’s hold to only have a pair of desperate lips crash into his. The angel grimaces but holds onto Dean’s face and doesn’t let him go. He pulls the hunter closer as his shirt is pulled out his pants. He’s slowly walked backward into the back of the bed. As soon as his knees hit the bed, he spins Dean around as if they were dancing.

Dean lands on the chocolate ridden bed with a gruff, “Oof,” before he can even register what just happened.

The hunter watches Cas shrug off his trench coat that flops to the ground heavily. Then, he pulls off his jacket and already undone shirt in the same motion. Dean can’t help but let his eyes wonder over the angel’s toned chest.

A little heavily, Cas sits down a top of Dean’s hips. The bed creaks under the added weight, but it’s nothing it can’t handle. Cas grinds down ever so softly but the motion has Dean grunting deep within his throat, his hands instantly grabbing onto the angel’s waist.

“Let me show you, Dean,” Cas grumbles deeply as he bends down, so close to the hunter that their noses touch, “Let me show you that you’re loved. That you’re cared for. That I love you.”

Dean breathing hitches in his throat as the angel kisses him deeply. Many would dream of this moment. To be kissed by an angel that they’ve read about in the bible. Or heard about from their priest and how the lord will send one down to help them in their worries. Well, Dean has many worries and problems, but he doesn’t think any priest or bible reader would be able to wrap their head around a sight like this one.

One that has an angel of the lord, grinding his hips down on his hardening crotch. One that has him doing something special for Valentine’s Day. Showing him how much he loves him and how much he’s cared.

At this affection, it has Dean feeling all weird and gooey inside. Something that he has never felt before with his one-night stands. There’s something about Cas that has Dean feeling desperate every single time. Out of breath, red in the face, weak in the knees.  

It’s Dean that has to pull away from the kiss for air. He pants as his head spins from lack of oxygen and because Cas is still grinding down onto him, it makes his feel even dizzier in the head. The angel’s been either watching too many pornos or he’s picked up some shit from the hunter.

“Get these clothes off me,” Dean growls deeply before bringing Cas down for another kiss with a hand on the back of his head.

The angel groans as Dean tugs at his hair, keeping him as place so that he can abuse his mouth. But he does as the man wishes, breaking the kiss once again. He begins taking Dean’s clothes off as quick as he can. Pulling his shirt off over his head and unbuckling his jeans to pull them down. Dean’s half hard cock becomes exposed to the cold bunker air and he hisses through his teeth.

Cas is quick to follow suit, slipping his own pants off as well. And Dean soaks up the view all the same. He’ll never get over seeing the angel like this.

And certainly, won’t get over how the angel plods over to the bedside drawer and opens it up. His bare ass is open to the world and Dean can’t resist. It’s like there’s a massive red, neon sign pointing to his lily white ass saying, Smack me. So, he leans over where he is on the bed and slaps it.

The only reaction Dean gets from Cas is a slow turn of the head with a frown deep set on his face. He’s slightly disappointed in the hunter. He grabs Dean’s still outstretched hand and pins it to the bed as he climbs onto the bed again and over the top of the other.

“That was impulsive,” Cas murmurs.

“Hey,” Dean pipes up. “It was right there.”

Cas rolls his eyes at this but let’s go of his hand so that he can pop the lid of the lube he grabbed from the bedside table open. It should be embarrassing that he knows where to look without asking Dean, but he shouldn’t be all too worried. All worrisome thoughts are quickly ridden of though. Dean can’t help but runs his fingers over the angel’s thighs as he pours a generous amount of lube onto his fingers.

He's all too tempted to reach in between Cas’s legs and touch. But he holds himself strong, waiting for the angel to say he can. He’s learnt well in the past to not touch in certain places without asking. The angel explained it as overwhelming but in a way that every single sensitive touch is like a hundred fireworks. What a thought.

Touching your own dick and fireworks begin bursting out of you.

Then, the angel lifts himself up a bit. And all while making eye contact with Dean, those blue eyes so dark now that they’re almost like midnight, he pushed two slicked fingers into himself. Dean bites the inside of his cheek as he grips Cas’s thighs tighter. Small grunts escape the angel’s throat as he leans over Dean more, working himself open for him. Dean swallows thickly, a warmth coiling in his gut at the sight. All for him. He grips Cas’s thighs tighter again, not being to break eye contact with him.

He feels like he’ll miss something. The sight of Cas is intoxicating. He wonders why his father saw this as wrong and unnatural. There’s nowhere else Dean would rather be right now. He would never be able to admit that out loud, but he just hopes that his angel knows that. Maybe one day he’ll be able to speak his mind without thinking he’s sounding like a little boy.  

Then all of a sudden, like something out of Dean’s pornos, Cas reaches around to grab the hunter’s cock. He gives it a few strokes with his lubed-up fingers and each touch feels like fire to Dean. He holds his breath as the angel lines himself up, biting his lip with the amount of concentration on his face. The head of Dean’s cock pushes in smoothly and it feels like the hunter can’t breathe, all the air being punched out of him.

Slowly, the angel works himself onto Dean’s cock. Inch by inch, he’s determined to get every bit of the hunter into him. Cas breathes heavily through his nose as he closes his eyes, getting lost in the feeling himself. Dean can’t help but imagine the fireworks and it has him grinning.

Finally, the angel sinks down fully and sits on top of Dean with a shaky sigh. Dean can’t let go of the angel’s thighs. If he does, he reckons he’ll float away and never come back.

Only because it’s Cas, it feels so much different for Dean. The angel has Dean throwing his head back into the blankets and chocolates with a little movement of his hips. His finger nails scratch into Cas’s thighs and he can’t help but pant and groan deep within his chest. His angel hasn’t even done anything special, and he feels his skin buzzing.

Cas spreads his hands out onto Dean’s chest, his thumb rubbing over the tattoo on his peck. He sits on Dean for a moment, fully flush against his hips. He breathes slowly, taking in the beautiful sight of Dean trying to hold it together. He begins a slow yet brutal pace to watch Dean writhe. Moving his ass up an inch before moving back down with a twist of his hips. Each movement he’s able to get a small whine from his lover beneath him.

He keeps up the slow and agonizing pace though, waiting for Dean to say something. But he won’t force it out of him, he likes seeing him squirm a little.

“C-Cas,” Dean pants out. “Cas, please move fa-ah-ah,” he’s cut off for a moment, having to find his words in the muddle of moans and groans that force their way from his mouth. “Faster,” he gets out finally.

The angel can’t help but grin as he does as Dean wishes. He rises up until the head of the hunter’s cock sits at his rim then comes back down with another twist of his hips. He quickens his pace and his own hard cock bobs between his legs. The heat that coils in his own gut is intoxicating. Something he’s had to get use to with feeling everything tenfold.

With the new pace, Dean quivers and groans with every movement and coarse of pleasure that strikes through him. He looks to the angel through squinted eyes and feels his heart jump in his throat. Cas, his angel, he’d have to be an idiot to not see beauty in him.

He brings his angel down with his hands on either side of his face to kiss him. He just needs him close. Needs to feel his breath against his face. Needs to taste him on his tongue. He moves his hips upwards every time Cas comes down and each time it gets a grunt from the angel. A beautiful sound that is silky to the ears.

Dean pulls away from the kiss, having to catch air. But it’s very hard when Cas begins pecking and sucking at his jaw and neck quickly after. It’s all too much. He tries to flip Cas over like he’s done so many times. So that he can get at a better angle to fuck into Cas. But the angel holds him down tight on the bed.

Cas continues his pace, working himself on Dean’s dick without a faulter in his progress. He also continues nipping at Dean’s skin, kissing and sucking at him. Leaving marks wherever he’s been that will be there for days to come.

Dean holds onto Cas as his gut tightens, everything becoming fuzzy. He’s close and Cas is going to make him come his way tonight. And he holds on for dear life.

“C-Cas,” Dean pants out. “’M close.”

He can feel the angel smile into his neck as he changes the pace again. To something that has him taking the entirety of Dean and grinding down where he sits. Dean splutters, trying to move his hips but his legs begin to feel like jelly. He moves his knees up the best he can, so that he can move his hips in a way that he’s actually getting a grip on Cas. What the angel is doing to him is torture.

Cas sits up again and arches his back. He breathes heavily, sweat trickling down his chest and stomach. He rests his back against Dean’s knees, using it as a support so that he can concentrate on what he’s doing.

Dean squeezes his eyes shut, his breath hitching in his throat at his loss of simple thoughts. And he doesn’t register it at first. The thing that’s pressing up against his flushed lips. But when he opens his eyes, he gladly takes the sweet chocolate being pushed into his mouth. Two fingers follow after it and Dean sucks at them before he knows what he’s doing. The chocolate breaks inside of his mouth and a gooey caramel covers the angel’s fingers and his tongue. He groans at the taste of the chocolate. If only if the brown sweet could taste this amazing all the time.

Without even asking, Dean begins licking and cleaning the angel’s fingers from the sweet and salty caramel and chocolate. He never breaks eye contact, looking at Cas through long lashes. His tongue twists and curls around Cas’s soft fingers, not leaving an ounce of caramel behind.

Once deemed acceptable, Cas removes his fingers and smiles at Dean’s work. He wishes to grab another, but the hunter has other plans.

With this new found position from Cas, Dean is finally able to move his hips properly. He grips onto Cas’s waist and begins driving his cock into the angel. The angel shivers and trembles at the abuse, having to hold onto Dean’s chest for support. He’s so close and he needs that little extra oomph. He grunts and whines as he comes closer and closer until finally.

Cas lays a hand over one of Dean’s hands as the hunter comes undone deep inside of the angel. His thrusts stutter but he gets a few more in before letting himself go fully. He can’t help but moan as his body goes ridged. He doesn’t let go nor does he move from inside Cas. He lets himself get lost in the orgasm and the sticky feeling dribbling down his balls.

It takes awhile before Dean comes back to the land of the living. Out of breath, sweaty and having lust filled eyes stare down at him is a wonderful mixture of things.

Cas moves off of Dean and the hunter’s softening dick flops onto his thigh. The angel sits down on his stomach gently, his stare never leaving the man under him. Dean swallows thickly, licking his caramel sweet lips. He looks down at Cas’s still hard and reddened cock between his legs and grunts in his throat.

“Give me,” Dean swallows thickly again. “Five minutes and we’ll go round two,” he says as he holds up two fingers.

Cas raises his brow. “Are you sure?”

Dean nods with a snort. “Of course, it’s Valentine’s, isn’t it?”

-

Happy Valentine's Day bitches :)

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[julesthequirky]

Misha and Characters

Brat: Series; In order to adjust her behaviour and attitude, Y/N is sent to John’s and whilst she’s there, John’s sons, Sam and Dean take a liking to her.

Call Me Master: Oneshot; A helping hand turns into an ownership of a lifetime. PWP. (Castiel x Reader)

No Alpha of Mine: A/B/O Series; Reader denies the connection with her Alpha. (Castiel x Reader)

The Last Omega: A/B/O Oneshot; Reader is an Omega on the run from a ruthless leader. (Castiel x Reader

The Big Empty: Angst oneshot; Reader enters The Big Empty to save her favourite angel (Castiel x Reader

Grace: Fluff, light angst, oneshot; Castiel home alone with a baby. (Castiel x Reader)

Murphy's Law: Drabble, high angst; Things turn bad during a hunt. (Castiel x Reader)

Right Alpha, Wrong World: A/B/O oneshot; Running back to the rift the Omega reader has an uncanny meeting in the forest. (Castiel x Reader)

Suptober 2019: Short episodic drabbles including Castiel and reader in a will they, won't they? relationship. No smut, no angst (maybe). 

Owned By Sin: Smut, Mini-series: Whilst occupying Castiel’s vessel, Lucifer plays on a weakness of yours. They don’t call him the original tempter for nothing… (Casifer x Reader)

Part One. Part Two

Last Christmas: One shot, very violent and gory; Reader is unaware of her friend's true identity as Christmas becomes closer. (Casmodeus x Reader)

Lead Me Into Temptation: Smut, Series; Reader has a crush on her neighbour. (Misha x Reader)

Daddy's Brat: BDSM- hardcore smut, series; Misha and reader have a DDLG relationship.

Homewrecker: High angst, series; Reader makes a mistake, is cast out and disowned and sleeping rough. (Misha x Reader)

Forget Me Not: Mini-series: Reader wakes up after hitting her head, as her character on Supernatural. (Misha x Reader)

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

Crazy In Love: Angst, drama, series; Reader is charged with the abduction of Misha but the case doesn’t seem to be all that black and white.

All Her Stars Broken and Stripes Worn Through, It's the Red, White and Whiskey Blues: EXTREME ANGST, series; Reader had a mental breakdown and quickly became estranged from her husband, Misha. Every day is a fight when there’s no reason to live any more.

The Alpha's Intent: A/B/O oneshot; PWP in the den. With sweaty Misha.

Kisses Have Consequences: Angst, series; A heated kiss between friends is shared causing the beginning of all their problems. (Misha x Reader)

Classroom Humiliation: Explicit oneshot; Reader gets humiliated in class. (Misha x Reader)

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[kazuiislazy]

"Oblivious or Obvious?"

A/N: AGAIN NOTHING MUCH BUT ONLY SWEARING!! Thanks for the likes on the Dean W. fic <33

Pairing: Castiel x reader

At first, it was just adoration. The blue-eyed angel that was serious yet caring, the angel that was always there for your brothers and you. Slowly, that adoration turned into something else. The way your breath hitched when he was close to you, the way a light blush would cover your cheeks when he was around. 

But you knew nothing could ever happen between you two since he was an angel after all. Angels aren’t exactly known for having feelings, so you could only dream. Your brothers, Sam and Dean knew about your “little” crush on the certain angel and have been teasing you non-stop since they had found out. 

“I can’t believe that Cas hasn’t found out yet with how obvious you are.” your eldest brother laughed. “SHUT UP, DEAN.” you yelled, your cheeks were hot. 

“Cas is always oblivious to everything, Dean. I don’t think he’ll ever know… unless.” Sam winked at you. “Oh- don’t you dare say anything about this to Cas or I will-” you got cut off as you laid eyes on the angel standing at the doorway. 

“Don’t tell me what?” Castiel perked, tilting his head to the side like he always does. And you hated it, well, not really except for the fucking fact he looked fucking adorable when he did it. 

“So, Cassie. Our sister here-” Dean dragged. Castiel raised an eyebrow at the nickname. 

“IT’S NOTHING!” you screamed, the blush spreading on your cheeks like it always did when Cas was around. “It’s… nothing.” 

Glaring daggers at your older brothers, you mouthed, “Shut the fuck up of I swear to heaven and hell I will absolutely rip you to shreds.” If looks could kill, you’re sure they would be dead by now. They just chuckled. You looked over to Cas, looking more confused than he already was, his head still tilted. “Don’t worry about it, Cas. It’s nothing..” you sighed. 

He walked towards you. Oh. He was walking towards you. SHIT, HE WAS WALKING TOWARDS YOU?? You panicked “slightly” as he took long and slow strides towards you. He looked down at you, confusion flooding his eyes as you slowly shifted uncomfortably. He wanted answers. You looked down, you didn’t want to look up- you were embarrassed to. 

“Ah, uhm.. I-” you spurt out words. Your brothers only laughed harder. They are so dead. “Cas. It’s nothing, I can assure that.” your head tilted up but you still wasn’t looking at him- not like you really could. You put your hands on his shoulder before squeezing it and rushing back to your room to deal with the embarrassment. 

You slammed the door shut. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your breathing was heavy. You breathed in and out slowly trying to calm yourself down. How will I be able to face him again? “Of course out of all things I have to fall in love with it would be a fucking angel.” you muttered angrily. “With his stupid trench coat.” you sighed. 

What you didn’t know was that very angel you were talking about was waiting outside your door, ready to knock. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop on you. You loved him? He was shocked and baffled. He hesitated knocking on the door. Castiel didn’t know how to react. 

Cas took time to recollect his thoughts and courage before finally knocking on your door. “(Y/N)? May I come in please?” he asked politely. The angel could hear sniffling from the other side of the door. Had you been crying? 

“Y–yeah. You can come in.” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. He took a deep inhale before opening the door. You were curled up in a corner, sniffling sounds still escaping from you, and your hair was in a mess. The angel felt bad. 

He trudged towards you before curling up next to you and slinging an arm over your shoulder. “I heard what you said about me. That you.. loved me. I didn’t mean to, but I think it would be better if I told you.” he whispered in your ear, before ruffling with your hair. “And before you say anything, I want to say that–” he paused, “in the space, the pause, between this breath and the one that follows, you have made a home in me.” 

Your head perked up hearing those words, not like you really knew that it meant. “You think so?” you looked up at him, nervously chuckling with your still red and puffy eyes. 

“I know so. I know that I love you with my entire being, and all of my grace."He never thought the day would dawn that he would say things like this, but there he was. Proposing his love, grace and his being all to one person, you. 

You pressed a short kiss to his lips, then his cheek. Both of your faces now turning pink. “I love you with all of my being too, Cas. I have, for a long time.” you smiled. 

“And so have I.” 

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