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A new beginning 

Reader x Misha Collins 

Warnings: 16+  Sex, fluff, trauma, commitment issues, jealousy, Age difference...

Side note: English isn’t my first language.  

Words:  6172

Y/N and Misha became friends after Jensen introduced the two of you at his birthday party. Even though Y/N is a lot younger than Misha, Jensen saw a perfect match between you two. But... will Y/N and Misha feel the same way?  

*not my GIF*

 

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“There he is!” Y/N said smiling while walking up to Jensen with his gift. “Sorry had no time to wrap it. Happy Birthday buddy!” She kissed him on his cheek. “Thank! I’m glad you made it.” He said. “Well, Jack and Karl are here already, somewhere.” “Don’t worry I’ll find them.” She winked at him before leaving him in the hands of the guest who arrived after you. 

Y/N was the newest member of “the boys” cast, she plays an old love interest of soldier boy who became a villain after Soldier boy chose Crimson Countess, the type of supe Butcher loves to manipulate to fight for him. The crew and cast made you feel at home right away even though you just started to film. Y/N became quite quickly friends with Jensen and Karl, and of course they found out that Y/N was a supernatural fan growing up. In a couple of months, she would turn 28 but whenever interviewers talked about how Jensen feels working with such a young girl on the show, he always said the same thing. “She is younger, but a very mature person, would even say and old soul.” And that is exactly how she felt, an old soul in a young body. She always had a better connection with people who were a little older.  

After a few hours, food and drinks Jensen made his way towards you and the guys. “This must be so surreal for Y/N.” Jack said. You all looked at his with a confused look. ”Didn’t she once admit being a supernatural fan? And all the actors are standing, what, 3 feet away.” Y/N shook her head while smiling and slightly blushing. “Who is your favourite?” Karl decided to at oil to the fire. “Oh no, we are not going down that road!” Y/N said. “Ah come on!” Jensen bumped your shoulder. “Was it Dean?” He asked teasingly. “I think she is more of a Sam girl.” Jack teased. “No, no actually I was a Dean girl.” Y/N admitted “Until season 4.” She looked at Jensen, who thought about that for a second. “CASTIEL!” He said very surprised but seem to like your answer. She smiled shyly.  

Later that night Y/N decided to head back to the hotel, she had to take her fight back to LA in the morning. So, she asked Danneel where Jay was before leaving without saying a word. Y/N placed her hand on his shoulder. “Hey buddy I’m heading out. Got a flight tomorrow.” “Oh no, wait one second, I want you to meet someone.” Jensen said while taking her wrist and walking her trough the crowed. And before she could see or say anything she hears Jensen: “Mish! Meet Y/N, Y/N Misha... She really likes you.” He said with a grin wide smile before leaving you standing in front of him with eyes wide open. Looking nervous, like a fangirl at ComiCon meeting her hero. “I eh, hi.” Y/N managed to say giving him a hand. ”Hi...” “This is awkward, isn’t it?” Y/N smiled shyly. “A little... But It’s ok.” He smiled friendly. ”Eh, how do you know Jensen?” “The Boys.” Y/N answered shortly. The two of you started to talk and surprisingly the awkwardness quickly disappeared. But as much as you liked the conversation, that had you staying there for another 90 minutes, you had to get some hours of sleep before getting on the plane.  

The next morning 

Y/N was sitting at the gate with her hoody and headphones on, listening to music while looking at other people in the airport, sipping her coffee trying to stay awake. That night she didn’t had much sleep thinking about the conversation she had with Misha, he did seem really nice, she could see why he was still friends with Jensen. But most of all Y/N wished she had given him her number. As she was scanning the crowd, she noticed someone familiar, Misha, he was sitting at the same gate as her, sunglasses, coffee and hoodie. Even though they had talked the night before she was nervous to go and talk to him. The voice on the intercom announced that they while start boarding now and Misha got up and quickly moved in line. Y/N could see his broad shoulders, how amazing would it be if they would end up sitting next to each other, but he probably flies first-class she thought.  

But to her surprise he didn’t, he sat a couple of rows ahead of her, she had to pass him for going to her seat. Misha recognised her, “Y/N! Hi, what a coincidence!” He got up quickly hugged her before she held back the people behind her. “I know right! Have a good fight!” She said way to enthusiastic. During boarding Misha kept looking back to see where she was seated noticing the seats next to her were empty. Once in the air Y/N started to read a book to make sure she wouldn’t be looking at Misha every two seconds.  

Little did she know that he did look at her a few times, hoping she would look at him. But after a while he got up and moved to sit next to her. Y/N was a little surprised, “Would you mind if I sit next to you?” “No! Of course not!” - “So, LA? What are the plans?” He asked casually. “Home, I rent a house there. Just a little break between projects. You?” “For now, home. We’re trying to sell the house, but I live there for now.” Y/N knew he and his wife had split up, she, like all the other fans had read his poems, but she decided not to get into detail about that.  

Misha and Y/N started to talk some more. “So, Jensen said you liked me? What did he mean?” Misha asked with an innocent smile. “They asked me who my favourite SPN character was... I said Castiel.” “Aaah, I get it. So, you don’t like me me ... You like Cas me.” he laughed. “Yeah, I’m so terribly sorry.” Y/N joked. Y/N and Misha soon found out that they had a few similar interests, both loved to read, music and art. Y/N painted in her spare time while Misha wrote poetry, one couldn't do what the other did but, admired the art form of the other. Y/N showed him drawings and paintings of her own, While Misha read some of his drafts. The plane seemed to land way to fast, neither of them wanted to end the conversation but when they were safe and sound on the ground and got their luggage, they said goodbye. “Well, I see that my cap is here.” Misha said, “It was nice to talk to you again!” Y/N nodded “Likewise!” Misha hugged her and turned to the taxi driver. “Oh, Misha! Before I forget.” Y/N yelled. “Here is my number.” She wrote it on a small piece of paper she had in her jacket. “If you, I don’t know, want to talk or hang out sometimes, I would like that.”  

Misha got in the taxi, thinking whether he should call her, she seemed nice, but he was afraid he would expect more of him than he could offer. Especially now, even though he and Vicky had been separated for a while he wasn’t ready to date. He needed to focus on being a dad, actor and healing his mental wounds.  

Y/N noticed Misha’s face when she gave him her number, he looked scared, maybe even a little hurt. She hoped she didn’t offened him by doing so. It was days later when she got a text from him, Y/N thought she wouldn’t hear from him again. 

Mish: “Free this afternoon?” 

Y/N: “Jup, why?”  

Mish:”Lunch? 1 pm?” 

Y/N:” Count me in!” 

Y/N googled the place he had suggested, and decided to dress casually, but catches herself taking a little more afford in her hair and make-up than she would usually do.  

Misha noticed her walking in, long summer dress, sunglasses, matching bag, she smiled when she noticed him. “Hi again.” she said while giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek. “You look great! I feel underdressed.” Misha said. “Nonsense, by the way this place looks amazing!” Y/N answered looking around. After they both ordered Y/N decided to ask him about his reaction at the airport. ”Misha, maybe it’s not my place or question to ask, and if so, please let me know but, I couldn't help but notice the panic in your eyes when I gave you my number. Did I do something wrong?” Misha let out a breath before answering. “Well, I don’t know how much you know about my personal life. But I am recently divorced, and I didn’t want to give you the wrong impression. Because I am far, far from ready to date.” Y/N nodded very understanding still listening, “And Jensen wanted me to meet you for quit sometime now, I had no idea what he said to you before introducing so, I panicked a little.”  “I see, it was never my intention to date you, I just like that we get along.” She smiled. 

“Great, because I could use a friend who isn’t connected to my marriage, especially here, closer to home. That’s what happens when you’ve been together since school, your friends become her friends and vice versa.” “I understand and consider me your new friend.” Y/N smiled “But eh, Jay talked about me?” “Yes, days before the party, said you were an amazing woman, who I might like... You know a friend trying to help.” “Is that so...” Y/N got up from her chair, “Let’s send him a thank you for our new friendship texted.” Squatting next to Misha holding your phone to take a selfie. “What are you going to say?” He asked taking a sip of his drink.  

“Thanks Jay. Found myself a new friend... No worries won’t replace you... Yet 😉  Xx." 

Y/N send the picture to Misha as well. 

Once home Misha opened the DM from Y/N and truly looked at it for the first time. He liked that his smile was genuine but couldn’t help to notice that she was a lot younger than he was. What are you worrying about, he thought, you just told her to be friends nothing more.  

+ 10 months later 

Y/N and Misha grew closer in the near year they known each other now, at first hanging out whenever his kids weren’t with him and when they didn’t have project to work on. Later they met her and started to call her aunty Y/N. And of course, they supported each other.  

Misha and Jensen had a convention to go to. Some die-hard fans had noticed Misha hanging out with Y/N in public and seem to have question about that. Both men told the story the way it was. Met each other and became friends. But one fan had a question that lingered in Misha’s mind. “Jensen, you and Y/N have a, let’s call it spicy scene together, what was it like to film something like that, and Misha since you are their friend, have you seen it, and what were your thoughts?”  

Jensen answered the question first. Saying filming something like that is always awkward, but that because they became friends, they had their fair share of laughs that day. Misha had to be honest he hadn’t seen the latest season yet. Realising he never talked to Y/N about it, while she seemed up to date with his projects, supporting him, wishing him luck. So, he decided to watch the season at home. Mid-season the scene the fans talked about played, Misha noticed a strange feeling seeing Y/N getting al hot and heavy with Jensen, well he knew it was Soldier boy and her character but still. He felt a knot in his stomach, could it be jealousy? Not a second later he received a text.  

Y/N: “Made dinner... way too much... Hungry?”  

Mish: “Be there in 20?”  

Y/N: ”Perrrrrrfect!” 

“I’m sorry, I'm already in my comfy clothes.” She said answering the door in her short shorts and tank top with fluffy slippers. “So, what were you up to today?” Y/N asked while walking Misha to the kitchen. ” Not much, started watching the boys.” He said drawing out her reaction. “Really! What season?” Y/N answered enthusiast - “The last one.” - ”Oooh, you seen me naked yet?” she said teasingly wiggling her brows. - “Actually, the second before you texted.” He admitted laughing at the face she made. Y/N looked dramatic like he just had a kick to the balls. “I am so sorry for that traumatic experience.” - “Yeah, could have giving me a heads up.” he smirked - ”Hey, if you would have told me you were watching it, I might have. Or better would watch it with you just to see your face.” She said smiling turning to the oven to get the last dish out. While she bent over Misha couldn’t help but staring at her curves, feeling busted like a teenager when she turned around.  

After dinner Misha helped her with the dishes, “Why did you start to watch the boys?” Y/N asked out of the blue. “Really didn’t think that was your thing.” Looking over her shoulder while Misha placed a dried plate on the clean table. “It isn’t, but I figured, you follow me and compliment me on everything I do. As a friend I could at least watch your work.” Y/N hummed in response. “I appreciate that.” she answered with a little tear in her eye.  

Little did Misha know Y/N just had a date that went terrible. Some rude new rising star her age. The first and last thing that came out of his mouth was how much slimmer Y/N seemed in the boys and in pictures. How he thought she could lose weight if she trained with him and that she better not wear high heels, making her taller than him... after that night Y/N really didn’t want to be alone, and could use a familiar face.  

“Are you crying?” Misha notice. “It’s nothing.” She answered quickly before turning back to the dishes. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked really worried, “Oh no, really, it’s nothing... I just had a really bad date.” Misha’s heart dropped... “Date? I didn’t know you were dating.” He tried to sound as an interested friend. “Yeah, one of my friends set me up.” She said still cleaning the same dish. “All he did was talking about my weight and height.” Y/N turned to Misha. “I mean, I know I’m taller than the average woman but fat? I worked day and night at the gym before shooting the boys, I weight more then with muscles than now.” Misha felt sorry for her. “Oh honey”, he pulled her in is arms holding one hand on her hair and the other between her shoulders. “You are perfect. And if that boy can’t see it... then you need to find yourself a man who can.” 

Y/N looked up at Misha, seeing his worried blue eyes looking at her, like she seen them so many times before, but there was something more to them now. Before she knew it Y/N stood on her toes and kissed his lips, brushing her lips softly over his, when she moved away, Misha’s lips followed hers. Holding his hands on her neck and cheeks, after the kiss he kept his eyes closed a little longer, Y/N waited for his reaction. He opened his eyes, but instead of being relieved Y/N noticed the same panic she saw at the airport. “I’m sorry... I have to go.”  

“Misha, wait!” Y/N followed him to the door. “Please, I’m sorry I should have never... But please, I really don’t want to be alone tonight.” She noticed he was thinking about her words without looking at her. “I’m sorry I promise I won’t try and kiss you again. I’m just afraid...” “Why?” He turned around. “I’m afraid if you walk out that door, I might lose my best friend. Please let me prove to you that this doesn’t have to be complicated.” Misha looked at his feet. “Y/N, it’s already complicated, I kissed you back. I wanted to kiss you for so long, I would love nothing more than kissing you every time I’m with you.” - “Why didn’t you?” “You, me... us...The age difference...” He shook his head.  

“ Age? That is what’s holding you back? I don’t care about age Mish.”  

“Maybe not now, but in 10 or 20 years maybe. I’m not settling for less. I don’t want my kids to go through something like the divorce again.” Y/N was surprised “Neither do I, you think I will settle down for les? Misha soon I’m going to be 30, no husband no family...” But he didn’t let her finish “Family, another thing, I have kids, you want kids of your own, you said that before. I’m too old to have another baby. You want to get married, I’m not sure I want to, again.”  - “So, basically you made a decision for me of what I want, without talking to me about it?” Y/N said frustrated and hurt. “Maybe I’m willing to give some things up, or we could find another solution.” “Y/N, I don’t want you to give up anything for me.” He hugged her “I talk to you soon.” And left through the door. 

It had been two weeks, Y/N and Misha didn’t meet up or called each other. Y/N had texted him a few times, but his response was short and cold. Her calls stayed unanswered.  

Y/N:” Are you still mad at me?” 

Mish:”Never was.”  

Y/N: ”Can we talk?” 

Mish:”No time.” 

Y/N: “Mish please, I miss you...” 

Jensen saw the texted messages between them, he had noticed Misha being less happy off stage than he was the last couple of months. And whenever there was a question about Y/N he kept his mouth shut. “Dude, I’m serious, pick up your phone and call her!” - “And tell her what? I’m sorry I've been avoiding you?” - “For starters, yes. I don’t get it, you like her, she likes you. You both live in the same town, when you talk about her, we all see the Misha we’ve been missing the months before, during and after your divorce.” Jensen added. “There is more to it than liking each other.” Misha answered his friend. “Like, my kids, the age difference.” Jensen rolled his eyes. “Age difference... Stop pretending she is underaged, Misha she turned 28 last month. Y/N clearly doesn’t care, and your kids love her! Listen, all we want is for you to be happy.” He placed his hand on Misha’s shoulder. “And you are happy when you are with her.” But even then, he shakes his head no, he couldn’t believe Y/N loved him that much.  

Y/N’s phone buzzed, like a teenager she ran towards it, a text from Jensen. Y/N sighs while opening the message.  

Jay:“I tried to talk to him. He is stubborn.” 

Y/N:” You know? What did he say?”  

Jay:”He didn’t say much, but I’m not blind, he needs time to see that what he feels isn’t a bad thing.” 

Y/N: ”I just what my friend back Jay. If he doesn’t want more that is fine for me.” 

Jay:”I'm not giving up yet.”  

Y/N: “Thanks Xx.” 

Another week radio silent. Y/N had tried to call him a couple of times, but he never answered.  

Misha was desperately trying to hold on to the thought that if he stayed away for long enough, she would find someone, fall in love and be happy. Then they could both move on. But Jensen’s words lingered in his mind, and he was right. His kids love Y/N, she made them laugh, played in the garden with them and even took them to the carnival when Misha had to work from home. She took care of him and his kids while he wasn’t his best.  

After thinking and doubting he took is phone to call her. But instead, he saw a notification of TMZ first with the headline. “ Y/N Y/L/N/ single no more?” Misha felt his stomach turn, the first thing he saw was a picture of Y/N with Karl walking out of a restaurant, and other one laughing, having a few beers at a pub in London, her face close to his while he was saying something to her. She seemed to have a great time with him. He opened the article to read.  

 

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Last night Y/N Y/L/N (28) and Karl Urban (51) were spotted having a romantic time in downtown London.  

Both actors were spotted at a restaurant and later in a pub having a few drinks clearly enjoying each other's company. An inside source told us that the young actress is enjoying her single life even though she is ready to settle down with the right man.  

In her latest interview Y/N told LAD bible she didn’t care about age, is this her way of proving her words? Maybe she was referring to Karl all along!  

The actress clearly likes her man slightly older, let us not forget she has been seen often with Misha Collins (49) in LA, although they confirmed their relationship to be strictly friendship, Urban and Y/L/N haven’t confirmed nor denied the rumours yet. But the chemistry between the two is inevitable, as you can see in the interview with both actors down below.  

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Misha closed his phone, feeling bad, he thought seeing her moving on would make it easier for him to let her go. But instead, he felt awful.  

And to top it all off, Karl posted a week later a recap of the press tour they did, on Instagram. Misha scrolled through the pictures stopping when he saw one were Y/N and Karl were holding each other in a side hug, and another one, were Karl stood behind her, he had his arm around her neck, Y/N sticking her tongue out, they lifted their middle finger and winked at the camera. With the caption Love this city – Y/N had reacted ... Love these people.  

When he clicked on to her page, she had also posted pictures with the cast. And another one with Karl, laughing extremely hard a little blurry and the “good picture” were they posed on the red carpet in front of the boys logo, with the caption: No one will ever be as entertained by us as us with a little red heart. Karl’s comment: Admit it... Life would be boring without me. Misha noticed all the reactions from fans how much they loved her, how cute they were. It was too much to see.  

Y/N got back to LA, really glad she decided to go on press tour, she told Karl about what happened, and as a good friend he made sure she forgot about Misha every now and then. But once home her feelings came running back, she got tired of him ignoring her, if he really didn’t want to see or hear her again, he at least has to have the balls to tell her in her face. Today she had a quiet day, she took her car and drove up to Misha’s house, he wasn’t home, but she had time. Y/N waited at the front door, she could see his car parked outside on the driveway, so he wasn’t far away.  

Misha returned all sweaty from his run, being surprised when he saw Y/N sitting on the steps. “What are you doing here?” He asked out of breath. “Well, seems like my best friend is hiding from me, though I come and find him.” She answered trying to sound happy. “I don’t think I’m the one hiding things.” He said walking inside.  “What do you mean?” Y/N followed. “Checked TMZ yet?” He asked while handing her his phone with the article. “Seriously Mish?  Is that why you have been avoiding me? First off, Karl is a friend, a good one trying to lift me up when you were acting all weird.” Y/N said, “And second how could I have been able to explain this or keep you up to date if you don’t answer your phone?! And since when do you believe TMZ?”  

“I am so sorry Y/N, I feel like an idiot.” Misha said when he saw that Y/N’s reaction was honest, “Well, you should.” Y/N answered trying not to smile. “You were jealous, weren’t you?” He didn’t answer that question. “I’m sweaty, that’s what I am. And in about 15 minutes will West and Maison be here from school, and I still haven't showered or prepared food yet.” Y/N nodded. “Go take a shower, I’ll prepare a snack for them.” She took the towel slapping his ass with it playfully.  

After the shower Misha came down in his sweatpants and t-shirt, hearing his kids arrive, they were thrilled to see her again. “Your dad is taking a shower, are pancakes ok?” Of course, he didn’t think they would say no to that! “So how was your day?” Y/N asked not noticing Misha was looking at them in the kitchen. Maison wanted to help Y/N, while West was telling her about his day. Like a pro Y/N multitasked her way through baking, listening and watching Maison not getting burned. It felt like a dream to him. Maybe she does belong here with us.   

After a while Y/N noticed Misha watching, she winked at him which brought him back to earth. “Pancakes?” She asked while he greeted his kids who were already sitting at the table. After dinner Y/N helped with the dishes while the kids were doing their homework. “Well, I better get going.” She said while folding the towel. Before Misha could change his mind, he pulled her into a hug. “Thank you for today, I’m glad we talked.” Y/N wrapped her arms around him, answering his affection. “Thanks for listening to me.” Misha let go “You know, you don’t have to leave.” Y/N looked at him not fully understanding what he meant. “The kids need to get to bed soon, but maybe, if you like, we can watch a movie together like old times?” “I would love that.” 

All four of them watched a show the kids loved to watch, and even though Maison wanted to act like a big grown girl around her father, she asked Y/N to cuddle on the couch. Misha noticed how his little girl placed her head on Y/N’s lap while she moved her fingers through Maison’s hair and still be focussed on the screen. Misha didn’t want to move his kids, but it was way past bedtime.  “Come on guys, time to go to bed.” With a little whining they left, West gave Y/N a good night hug before following his dad up the stairs. “Good night, buddy.” He heard her say.  

“Dad, I like it when Y/N is here.” West told him while he tucked him in. “She makes you happy. Misha smiled at his son not knowing how to react. Before he went down, he dropped by his daughter's room. “All set? Ready to go to bed?” She hummed agreeing. He kissed her good night and went down trying not to rush himself. “Oh, great your back.” Y/N said while walking out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of popcorn. “What movie were you thinking about?” “Comedy?” he asked her approval before taking his seat next to her. “Great!”  

While watching the movie Misha noticed Y/N curling up against him and shiver. “Cold?” he asked her, “Yeah, actually a little.” “Wait.” he paused the movie “Let me grab a blanked.” throwing it over them. Not long after he noticed Y/N’s head lowering on his shoulder, she fell asleep. He moved his arm so that her head would rest on his chest. Y/N woke up startled.” Oh my god Mish, I’m so sorry.” She said embarrassed. “Come here.” He still pulled her in close, kissing the temple of her head, moving his hand over her shoulder and arm. His touch felt good, soft yet strong, but most of all safe. Y/N could hear his heart beating faster, she looked up at him locking eyes with his soft blue gaze. Slowly Misha closed the space between them, holding her cheek with one hand, his lips finding hers. He gave them a soft peck, looking for any hesitation from her. Y/N’s eyes had this little glister in them. She kissed him back with the same softness, she smiled moving a little closer, placing her head back on to his chest, so that they both sat comfortably watching the movie. The last thing she wants was to rush things, scaring Misha away again.  

Y/N felt Misha’s hand slip under the blanket, stroking her side and hip, his thumb accidently touching the side of her breast a few times. She looked up at him, it was clearly not his intention, he was still focussed on the tv. But little did he know that those small touches made her burn up. All she wanted was more of his hands over her, kissing those perfect lips. So, to control herself she buried her face a little more in his shirt, letting out a deep breath. Misha noticed her hand clenching the fabric of his shirt, it took him a second to realise what he was doing, so he held his hand still. But hearing her deep breaths turned him more on than he would have thought.  

He couldn’t focus anymore, he started to daydream about her moans if he would actually touch her. So, he became a little bolder and stroke the side of her breast again, this time watching her reaction while kissing her head. Y/N looked up again to see his blue eyes darkened this time with lust. He kissed her lips with more passion, his tongue asking permission to enter her mouth. Her tongue following his. And when she pulled back for air, he lifted her on his lap. Her body on his, her knees straddling him but still covered under the warmth of the blanked. His hands moved to her back crawling under her shirt meeting her soft skin.  

Her hands lingered on his shoulders, moving one slowly up his neck into his hair, without losing touch of the kisses they shared. Misha’s hand moved down to her bottom, kneading over her jeans making her whimper silently. His lips found their way to her neck, Y/N tilted her head giving him all the space to kiss and softly nip. Misha felt like a teen again, one who was so full of hormones and love drunk making out with his girl in the back of his car. But fully aware he was at home, giving in to the pleasures he wanted to taste all those months ago. And it felt good, even the smallest touch.  

Y/N felt his erection growing and even though she was desperately trying not to move to fast, to wait for his lead she couldn’t help but grind against his hips, she wanted more friction. Misha growled against her ear holding her hips, pushing her closer asking her with his touch to do it again. So, she did, Y/N started to move slowly, both could hear their breaths getting heavier, filling the room with soft moans that were silenced with their kisses. Misha’s hands moved up over her thighs to her shirt, pulling it over her head, leaving his hands on her breast, kneading softly. He looked at her through his lashed while he kissed them all over, before his hand undid her bra. He looked at her like a man possessed, his lips and tongue found her hardened nipple, toying her with his other hand still kneading her right breast.  

“Oh Mish....” She moaned holding his head, her fingers twisted in his hair. Y/N moved her hand down over his body, moving it in between them, finding his erection palming it over his trainers. Misha let go of her breast while he moaned against her. “Fuck...” He breathed out. Y/N let herself slip in between his legs, pulling his pants and underwear down. Her hands moved back up over his thighs, wrapping her hand around the shaft pumping slow, while her lips left kisses around his pelvis. Making him moan and growl her name, wanting to feel more of her. Y/N first kissed the tip of his dick, tasting his precum on her lips. She slowly lowered her head over him licking the tip. Misha’s breath hitched feeling her warm lips working their way down.  

After she made him moan her name more than a few times she got up. Undressed in front of him, she would see the fire in his eyes burn. Knowing that if he wasn’t so turned on, he would feel embarrassed to stare at her, but his eyes took in every inch of her body while taking of his own shirt. Their naked bodies found each other again, Y/N again straddling his hips, but before she could lower herself on him, he stroked his hands between her thighs, feeling her wetness on her upper thigh close to her slit. He hummed delighted to know he cost it. His fingers toying her, making her head fall back, he entered her, first one finger then two slowly pumping, curling to find that one spot that would drive her crazy, she couldn’t help but to move her hips with him in rhythm, making him touch take soft spot inside her. “Oh Misha... although this feels.... Oh, so good... I need... More.” She managed to say between moans and breaths.  

Misha let go of her, Y/N grinded against him a few more times, making sure his dick was coated before entering her. He lined himself up against her, locking eyes. He wanted to see her face while he bottomed out. “So beautiful.” He said while watching her expression. Kissing her collarbone while she slowly started to move up and down. She placed her hands behind him on the couch while his hands were guiding her, kneading the flesh of her bottom. Their lips not leaving each other's. The air was filled with moans and the sound of their bodies moving together.  

Misha noticed the coil in his stomach building, he turned her around, and placed her on her back. Hovering above her naked body, taking her wrists in his hand moving them above her head. Kissing her neck again before re-entering her soaking core. Y/N could feel his trusts getting harder, stroking along that one spot inside. Not long after she started to tighten around his dick, moaning and whining his name is his ear, trying to keep quiet, unable to hold him close to her. Misha thrusted through her orgasm trying to make it last as long as possible. But he felt his own coming up again faster than anticipated he came inside her with one last thrust.  

Misha lifted himself a little, letting go of her wrists, but still hovering over her. Softy and passioned kissing her lips before locking eyes with her. Neither said a word but enjoyed each other’s touch and company. “Mish... as much as I love cuddling with you. I really need to use the bathroom now.” Y/N said a little embarrassed. “Oh yeah sure, you know where it is right?” Y/N got quickly up put on her panties and a shirt to refresh herself, when she came back Misha had already put on his pants. He was folding the blanket. “I was thinking we best head upstairs, the bed lays better.” He said while walking up to her giving Y/N a kiss. She hummed “Well and I don’t want to fall asleep here and getting waked by the kids in the morning... seeing me half naked.” She laughed  

Once in bed Misha held Y/N in his arms. “Please tell me you won’t regret this.” Y/N asked him, hoping this was the start of something and not a one-time thing. “I’ve been thinking about you, us for so long now, letting you close to me, was a calculated move.” He kissed her head letting out a chuckle. “But I had no idea it would get so hot and heavy so quick.” They both started laughing trying to stay quiet, not to wake the kids. “But no, I won’t regret this.” 

“Good because I’m not planning on letting you run off again.” She said. 

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If you liked this, please check out my masterlist for other stories.

#fanfic #fluff #smut #spn #supernatural #misha collins #spn smut #spnedit #lovers #y/n #x reader #jensen ackles #karl urban #the boys amazon

[angelinthefire]

ilovehowyouletmefall Destiel fics

So this is everything I've posted on AO3 since Nov. 5, 2020 (organized by length). I like to think there are a couple of unique contributions to the collective body of fanworks in here. If you haven't read my fic before, check it out, and I hope you find something you like!

my body aches to breathe your breath 839 words, rated E, PWP with feelings

Summary: “I used to think I wanted to possess you,” Cas said, his voice rough and confessional. “Fill your body with my true form, feel my grace in your fingertips, my light pressing against your skin."

Comment: "This is one of my favourite fics that I’ve read in like, a long while. It’s so lush, and hot, and hits the emotional beats sooo well"

Heal me with 3,023 words, rated T, 15x19 fix-it, hurt/comfort

Summary: When he gets the phone call, Dean thinks he’s finally cracked. But it doesn’t matter, because his legs are still carrying him to the crow’s nest, taking the stairs two at a time. And when Dean flings the bunker door open, Cas is there.

Comment: "ok dang I do not even know how you got ALL of this in just 3000 words, like my mind is blown at the sheer craft level. The sensory details that give it a lot of texture, the immediate facts of what's happening then translated into everyone's emotions and actions just being so tender and real. It's just all here."

Godot ain't got nothin' on me and my baby 10,489 words, rated M, MCD-ish, 15x20 fix-it, angst and depression

Summary: Castiel is the new Death. Dean can only see him when he's dying.

Comment: "This is so lovely and feels so right. As someone who's dealt with depression my whole life, the feeling of being stuck and just slightly outside of everything and everyone rang so true."

Status quo ante bellum 11,201 words, rated T, 15x19 fix-it, fluff and angst

Summary: Cas is back from the Empty, human, and convinced that his relationship with Dean is unsalvagable. Can Dean get his shit together in time to prove otherwise?

Comment: "Augh, this was so endearing. Cas stubbornly seeing only what he wants to see, and how restricted he feels by his human form ... Dean's food love language. Dean being frankly adorable. ... Great read <3"

Wandering Through Purgatory 11,216 words, mixed ratings G-E, anthology, purgatory fic, pic-fic

Summary: A collection of ficlets about Dean and Cas in Purgatory from back during the hiatus before season 8 when everyone on tumblr was writing pic fic and tag fic and spinning a fantastic version of Purgatory in our minds.

Comment: "I wasn't even remotely aware of when this was actually happening, BUT I'm glad I get to see these bits and pieces now and then, like a glimpse into the past. Much love❤️"

Full of Grace 11,399 words, rated E, 15x20 fix-it, fluff and angst and smut, trueform!Cas and tentacle sex

Summary: Dean wants to take things further with Cas. He just can’t get out of his own head. OR: Dean feels empty inside. Cas, um… fixes that.

Comment: "Holy fuck. First of all the writing is Unreal. Absolutely beautiful. Second of all this was simultaneously the hottest, most romantic, most genuine thing I've ever read. What the fuck I'm still completely gobsmacked"

Life Skills 26,052 words, rated E, s9 human!Cas, weird boy-bestfriends, fluff and smut and gender

Summary: Cas is human and comes to live in the bunker, and Dean spends a lot of time with him, sharing all of his favourite things. Dean can't help it if sharing things with Cas just makes everything better. Besides, it's Dean's job as Cas' friend to introduce him to the joys of human life. To teach him how to be human. And if one of the experiences they end up sharing is sex with women, well... that's just part of Dean's job as Cas' friend too, right? The desire is triangulated, the rituals are intricate.

Comment: "1: it was excruciatingly funny to see how far dean could take the 3-way (golden rule) without catching on to his own feelings 2: every single woman in this fic had me like "Good For Her" so well done there 3: 👀🔥🔥🔥🤌"

Ignite your bones 67,177 words, rated E, MCD, 15x19 fix-it, angst and grief

Summary: Chuck takes the Winchesters up on their offer in 15x19 and tells Dean to kill Sam. Dean, Cas, and Jack deal with the fallout for their relationships. It gets worse before it gets better.

Comment: "This fic flayed me alive and then put me back together again. Dean's pain throughout is so palpable, Cas's love so unshakeable, the tension between what they want and what they think they know and Cas trying to keep Jack safe and Dean trying to push everyone away and Cas's need to fix everything and Dean's determination to be broken. GOD. Oh and the way they're So Unwell about each other feels so true to their characters. I can't handle it. It's too good. I need to go outside and scream."

All your secret wishes series

I said show me something 7,195 words, rated E, 15x19 fix-it, PWP with feelings, toxic deancas

Summary: Dean didn't think that angels could feel love. But now that he knows he's wrong, he can use that to his advantage.

Comment: "This is so intriguing! You write a perfectly complex and at times disturbing alien Cas - and Dean! Dean, my man, what are you even doing. So very messed up and very Dean, I love it."

Forget your perfect offering 81,785 words, rated E, casgirl thesis

Summary: Cas was resurrected. Dean told Cas that he loves him, that he can have everything he wanted, but Cas has to stay with him. Cas promised that he would. The thing is, he didn’t realize how literal Dean was being. Now, Cas works on rebuilding Heaven with the angels, while he builds a new life with Dean. Neither of those things are as easy as Cas would have liked.

Comment: "the first fic in this series has been one of my all time favs so i was extremely excited for this sequel, and it did NOT disappoint!! u write every character so well and i love how much u focused on heaven and the angels bc i feel like the show never rly gave us closure and wasted a lot of opportunities w heaven/angel plot lines, which u absolutely nailed."

#destiel #deancas #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #castiel #fanfiction #by mi #long post

[octoberclidan]

Third-Date-Curse Part II

Read part I here

Request: Hey there!! I loooove your fics 🥺 is there any chance you could write a sequel to "third date curse" where they take her on the date?? That would be soooo sweet 🥺 Ty!!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader

Note: this is just fluff, nothing very exciting happens. The Winchesters and Castiel take the reader out on three dates to cheer her up and make her feel loved.

Masterlist

Story

When [Y/N] woke up the following morning, she felt a little bit sad again. She lay in bed for awhile, just staring at the ceiling and wondering if she'd ever meet someone who just really wanted to get to know her. She reached over to her phone to check the time when she saw an unread message from Ross, sending a wave of anxiety through her. With slightly shaky fingers, she opened the message.

2:17am: Ross: whered you gooo? Im stilk at tre bar

2:19am: Ross: helloooo

2:22am: Ross: you know what? Your hot but not that hot lol im goikng back to my hotter date

There were more drunken messages from Ross talking about his new date, but she deleted the conversation history and blocked him before throwing her phone down the end of her bed and throwing her head back onto her pillow. Was she not interesting enough? Funny enough? Why did men not seem interested in her past the third date? She felt a tear trickle down her cheek and was pulled from her thoughts by a knock on the door. She sat up quickly and wiped the tear away before clearing her throat. "It's open". She called out. The door creeked open and Dean stepped in.

"Good morning". He smiled at her and walked over to the bed. "May I?" He pointed to a spot on the edge of her bed and she nodded, so he sat down. "How are you holding up?" He asked, noticing that her eyes were watery. She just shrugged and looked down, letting another tear spill over. "Hey, that lawyer dick isn't worth your tears". He reached over and wiped the tear away with his thumb, before lifting her chin up to make her look at him. "Have you forgotten about our date today? It's already 11am, we're gonna leave in an hour. Why don't you hop into the shower and get ready, you can find us in the kitchen after". He stood up from the bed and looked down at her. "Sam said you can use his special conditioner". He winked at her and earned a giggle before he left her to get ready.

***

After her shower she decided to wear a nice and light sundress, it was summer and it was going to be hot out. She didn't bother with make up but she did spend some time in the mirror getting her hair to sit as she liked it. Once she was ready, she took a deep breath and made her way to the kitchen. All three of them were at the table talking amongst themselves when Sam looked up and smiled at her. They were all dressed well; Cas in his usual suit and trenchoat, Sam in a well fitted shirt, and Dean in his blue flannel that [Y/N] had been known to steal on occasion since it was her favourite. "Hey, ready for our date?" Sam asked as he stood up and made his way to her, engulfing her in one of his bear-hugs. She nodded and looked up at him, leaning her chin against his chest as he held her tight.

"I think so, what are we doing first?"

"Well we were going to go for a drive first, but you never had breakfast, so we're gonna eat, then head out on a drive". Dean's voice called [Y/N]'s attention away from Sam, and she stood back to see that the table was full of all of her favourite brunch foods.

"Wow, this is a lot guys". She laughed as she took a seat next to Dean. He chuckled and nudged her with his shoulder.

"Don't worry, we're gonna help you get through it". [Y/N] took a plate and helped herself to one of everything on the table, and true to his word, the boys made sure nothing went to waste. They laughed and chatted about the day ahead, and [Y/N] felt all the sadness, anxiety, and loneliness she had been feeling when she woke up melt into excitement for the day ahead. They wouldn't let her help clean up when they finished, they told her to just sit and relax and let them do everything.

She knew they were serious about the date when Dean insisted she ride shotgun for the drive, and let her choose the music. "Today is about you Sweetheart". He winked at her and patted her thigh before driving out of the bunker's garage. Sam had picked out a nice little cafe in a town a couple of hours away, and that's where they were headed on their drive. [Y/N] had her window down and was enjoying the summer breeze in her hair, listening to her music and the voices of the three most important people in her life. She closed her eyes as Dean was excitingly recounting an old western movie he'd watched the previous week. She didn't want to let the moment pass too quickly, she wanted to enjoy every sound, smell, and feeling of what she knew would become a precious memory.

They pulled up outside a small little cafe, and just before Dean turned off the engine, Sam tapped [Y/N]'s shoulder from behind in the backseat. "Don't get out of the car yet". He said as he opened his door to step out. She sat there and looked to Dean but he only smirked at her before getting out of the car himself, followed also by Cas. She turned around to watch Sam open her door and extend his hand to her. "Ready for the first date of the day?" He asked with a smile. [Y/N] laughed and took his hand. He pulled her from the car and grabbed her waist to move her around him so she was standing between him and Cas, with Dean already walking towards the café. Sam closed the car door and pressed his hand against her lower back to guide her towards the front door, which Dean held open for her.

"You're all so chivalrous today". She giggled as Cas took her jacket from her before she sat down.

"This is our first date, have to make a good impression". Dean smiled at her as he sat down opposite her in a small booth, Sam beside him and Cas beside her. "Pick out whatever you want, it's on us". Dean said to her as she looked over the menu, the pancakes sticking out to her the most. He didn't even try to flirt with the waitress when she came over to take their order, all three of them were focusing solely on [Y/N]. They asked her all sorts of questions as if this was the first time they'd met her; her favourite colour, food, where she grew up, about her family, her favourite type of hunt. Everything was about her. They ordered their coffees and [Y/N] ordered the pancakes, but shared them with the boys since she was pretty full from their earlier brunch. She felt herself properly relax for the first time in a long time; there was no monster, no one worrying about anyone since they were all there, and no anxiety around the date since these were the most important people in [Y/N]'s life and she felt entirely comfortable with all three of them.

Once they finished up, Cas stood up and held out his hand for [Y/N] to help her up. "Here you go". He said as he held out her jacket and helped her back into it. "Are you warm enough in that?"

"Yeah, it's pretty warm out, thanks Cas". She leaned over and kissed his cheek, and he looked over to the Winchesters awkwardly with a little blush on his cheeks as they both chuckled at his reaction.

"Alright, onto date number two". Dean clapped his hands and started to walk towards the cafe's door.

"What's date number two?" [Y/N] asked Cas as they all followed Dean.

"Movie and dinner. We found a showing of your favourite movie, it's a two hour drive but don't worry, I brought snacks for you". He looked genuinely concerned that she may be hungry during the two hour trip, despite the brunch and pancakes they'd just had and she couldn't help but feel good from how much he cared. Cas opened the passenger door for her and she slid in beside Dean while Cas and Sam got into the back. Dean turned her music back on and they set off to their second date of the day, which she was very excited for.

***

Sam bought the tickets and some popcorn for all of them when they got there. It was a small theatre, and they were the only people there. She sat between Sam and Dean with the popcorn in her lap. They reached across her the entire time eating the popcorn, and she enjoyed listening to their laughs as they watched the movie. Dean did the 'yawn and stretch' move about half way in, tucking his arm around her shoulders, which she gladly accepted and leaned her head on his shoulder. His fingers lightly ran up and down her arm absentmindedly for the rest of the movie, and she couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed when he stopped as the credits rolled.

"Come on, time for food". Dean helped her up and ushered her back out to the car. "It's only a short drive to the diner, but we were thinking that since it's still bright and warm out, we could take the food to a nearby lake and have an evening picnic?" Dean asked her as he started up the car.

"You've all put a lot of thought into this, haven't you?" She asked, first looking at Dean and then turning around to Sam and Cas who were both smiling and shrugged at her.

"You deserve a lot of thought [Y/N]". Cas said, and she smiled at him.

"You three are my favourite people in the whole world".

***

Dean had taken all of their orders and had run into the diner to get the food while [Y/N] chatted with Sam and Cas in the car. It was evening now but the sun was still hot, which didn't stop Cas from asking her several more times if she was warm enough in her dress and jacket. Sam had found a small nearby lake which he said should be nice for sitting by. Once they arrived, Cas opened the door for her and helped her out while Sam and Dean laid out a blanket and the food on the grass beside the lake. There was no one else around and the trees around them blocked out any sound of traffic. The lake was calm, and the sun, although it was still out, was now low enough that its reflection glittered on the small ripples in the water. It was quiet apart from the sounds of their voices. The boys all got lost in a conversation about one of the first hunts they had gone on together, and [Y/N] lay down with her head in Sam's lap just enjoying the story they were telling. Sam was combing her hair with his fingers as he told his side of the story, and [Y/N] closed her eyes, just letting herself relax.

"Before you fall asleep there, we need to break this third-date-curse of yours". Dean's voice brought her back to reality. She opened her eyes and looked up at him as he stood over her with his hand stretched out. She took it while Sam helped her up too. "Ready for date number three?" Dean asked her.

"What is date number three?" She fixed her dress as the boys started to clean up the picnic supplies. She noticed that the sun had now set and the light was quickly disappearing.

"Just drinks, there's a bar not far from here". Sam said with a warm smile. They all piled back into the car and Dean drove the ten minutes to a small bar. As they stepped inside, the dimly lit room's only source of light was from the flickering candlelight on the tables. The murmurs of conversations and clinking glasses created a warm atmosphere. They made their way to a free table and Sam pulled out a chair for [Y/N], she smiled at him in thanks and he pushed her in once she'd sat down. As Sam helped get [Y/N] settled in, Dean made his way to the bar, ordering their usual drinks. As he leaned against the counter waiting, his gaze drifted back to Sam and [Y/N], watching the sweet moment they shared. A soft smile curved Dean's lips, acknowledging the gentleness that [Y/N] brought out not only in Sam, but in all of them. Today made him appreciate her even more. He knew she needed this, but she didn't know that they all needed this too. It was definitely a nice break from hunting.

They chatted and laughed late into the night, until the bar was closing. [Y/N]'s cheeks ached from the smile she had been wearing all day, and she felt quite sleepy now. It was only when the bartender told them that he was closing up that they realised they were the last people there. "Alright, it's a long enough drive back to the bunker, let's get going". Dean said as Sam pulled back [Y/N]'s chair and helped her up. She was a bit unsteady on her feet, not drunk but not quite able to keep up with the Winchesters or an angel when it came to alcohol. She tripped over her own feet as she took a step towards the door, but Sam caught her before she hit the ground. She started to giggle at her own clumsiness and she felt Sam chuckle deep in his chest. She thought he was helping her stand back up when he scooped her up in his arms and held her to his chest. She giggled again and leaned her head against his chest and he looked down at her fondly before carrying her outside. As soon as the door opened and the cool night air hit her face, she began to shiver.

"Are you cold?" Cas asked her once again as they approached the car. She looked at him from Sam's arms and nodded, her teeth chattering. "Here, take this". He said as he took off his trenchcoat. Sam set her down and held her steady in front of the car as Cas helped her into the coat. "Is that better?" He asked, his face full of concern. She nodded again, and taking Sam by surprise since he was holding her shoulders, she leapt forward and wrapped her arms around Cas' neck.

"I love you. You take such good care of me". Cas looked to Sam, his face clearly showing that he had no idea what to do. Sam just chuckled, and Cas turned to look over at Dean who was laughing too. Cas looked down at her to see she was smiling up at him, so he relaxed and smiled back, wrapping his arms around her too.

"You wanna sit with Cas in the back for the ride home?" Sam asked, and she nodded quickly. "Okay, let's get you in". He opened the door and she let go of Cas. Sam helped her into the back of the car and Cas got in the other side. Once he'd closed his door, [Y/N] moved over and leaned her head on his shoulder. Only five minutes into the drive and [Y/N] was fast asleep on Cas, with his arm wrapped around her.

***

When she woke up she could hear low voices, and a soft vibration against her ear. Opening her eyes and looking up, she saw Dean. Dean was carrying her and talking to someone in front of them. "Hey". She said, and he looked down at her and smiled.

"Hey Sweetheart, we're home".

"I feel comfy".

"You do?" Dean chuckled and she nodded, leaning her head back against his chest. "I'm sure you'll be even comfier in your bed". He said before he stopped walking. "Can you get the door Sammy?" She heard a door open and Dean started to walk again. He slowly sat her down onto the bed and took Cas' coat off her. She yawned as he pulled her arm out through one of the sleeves. "Sleepy?" He asked and she nodded. "It was a long day alright. Hey Sam can you grab those pyjamas on her desk over there?" Sam set pyjama shorts and a t-shirt down on the bed. "Alright, time to stand up". [Y/N] groaned as he pulled her up to her feet, but Sam helped her keep steady again with his hand on her shoulder. Dean took the shorts and crouched down to her feet, and she leaned her hands on his shoulders as she stepped into them. With a little help for balance, she pulled them up under her dress and then slowly turned around to pull her dress off so she could get the top on. She got caught half-way through with her dress stuck over her head, but Dean quickly helped her pull it off and pulled the t-shirt over her head before turning her around so she was facing them again.

"Flannel". She mumbled.

"What?"

"Your blue flannel, I want it". She was still standing up but had closed her eyes. Dean quickly took his flannel off and helped her into it while Sam watched with amusement. She seemed happy with that, and fell back onto the bed, earning a chuckle from both of the boys just as Cas walked into the room.

"Is she asleep? I brought her some water". He said as he put the glass on her bedside table and put his coat back in.

"I'm awake". She said from the bed, her eyes still closed. Dean pulled the covers up over her and tucked her in before leaving a kiss on her forehead and earning a smile from her.

"You broke the third-date-curse". She said, and Sam, Dean, and Cas all shared a smile. Sam leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"I hope you enjoyed your dates today, I know we did". He whispered to her and she eagerly nodded. Cas was last to leaned over her and he kissed her cheek.

"Maybe we should set time aside to have regular dates". He said, which she also nodded to straight away before drifting off to sleep, finally no longer able to fight against the tireness. It had been a long day, the memory of Ross long gone and replaced by the sounds of laughter from the three men who were currently looking at her with adoration. All three of them felt less burdened and more relaxed after their day, all happy that she was happy, and all appreciative that they could lean on each other for support and comfort when they needed to.

The end

#supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester fluff #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x reader #supernatural fanfic #dean x y/n #sam winchester #dean winchester comfort #sam winchester comfort #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester fic #sam winchester x reader #castiel comfort #castiel x reader #castiel fluff #castiel fanfiction #castiel #spn fluff #supernatural fluff #dean fluff #comfort #spn reader insert #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #spn fic #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfiction #hurt/comfort

[sailorsally]

Sally's Purcon Chronicles

(heads up, this is a long post)

I am on the last leg of my journey back home so I think it's the right time to write up what my experience at purcon 7 was like, as something I can look back on (because it's inevitable that time will fade some details) and maybe as a little guide to many first time congoers next year.

Purcon 7 was the first con for me too.

I met Misha on Friday evening for 'Cocktails with Castiel'. I was at a table with 9 other people and we got to talk to him about 10 minutes. He arrived late of course. Seeing him step into the room was the most surreal feeling, not going to lie. I think up until then my brain hadn't really comprehended properly that the actor man is real. He sat down at the table across the room and for a while my eyes were glued to him in a desperate attemt to make it familiar to my brain as quickly as possible that he existed in this space and was very much real. There were mostly female fans there so even though he was still a couple of tables away from us you could distinctly hear his deep voice amongs all the talk at times and I did cherish that.

I inquired further and it did very much sound like he was talking about my favourite Georgian dish, too. Which tbh almost made me cry on the spot but I pulled thru it to tell him that hearing this made me very happy because I've been watching Roadfood a lot and imagining what it would be like to see Georgian food featured there, even though I know that is highly unlikely since it's not that big of a deal in the US. This made him very sad and he got all 🥺 and apologized that there aren't many Georgian restaurants in US and looked like he was on the verge of crying so I assured him once again that it was fine and he couldn't do anything about it. (Though he had this 'you can see gears turning in his head' expression for a bit so I wouldn't totally exclude seeing Georgian cuisine on Roadfood in the future idk 😂).

When he finally got to our table, he said hi and sat down and our hellos were kinda delayed and everyone stopped talking for a bit (understandable xD) so he took it upon himself to get the conversation flowing and started asking where everyone was from. There were three people from France and they told him about their travel to Germany and how they hadn't had the time to sleep yet. I asked him how long his journey took and he said about 18 hours so I said "okay you win then. Mine was just 12". So he asked where I was from and I said Georgia and right away he asked me "Tbilisi?" [the name of the capital] and not gonna lie, I have huge respect for Misha and I know he is a clever fella but I never expected for him to know the name of the capital by heart and also pronounce it so damn correctly (honestly to this day I have never met a foreigner who doesn't butcher 'Tbilisi'). I was very impressed by this and a bit shocked tbh but I managed to get out 'yeah. Born and raised' so he of course asked what the situation was like in Georgia atm. I said that not that good, like in most places in the world rn. He wanted to know more so I said politically it's been complicated because of the influx of Russians and how the population of my city has grown twice because of that. Then I joked that he should come visit us to restore the balance, tbh I was desperate to keep the conversation flowing, and boy it was worth because the next thing he said was thee most insane thing that I could never have imagined in a thousand years: he told me he has been to Georgia, years ago! 🤯 And how the family he was staying with in Georgia cooked him one of the best meals he has had! in his ENTIRE LIFE!

This was the biggest chunck of out conversation. I know this is not something that will excite the general public here but it was damn special to me personally and I shall forever cherish this lil conversation with him 💗

I did also manage to revel to him that I had only ever seen Supernatural from S4 to the finale, so all his episodes exclusively and he said that was the only right way to watch it 😂

On Saturday I had a photo op with him. It was all very fast paced, so no proper exchange of words but I did get to watch him for a bit because he took a lil break before the person in front of me got their turn. It was very hot in the room so he drank some water, sanitized his hands and took a peppermint. When it was my turn he looked at me and highly likely recognized me from the day before so he winked at me and opened his arms and I just went straight into them and hugged him and he hughed me so so tight!!! 🥺 I was trying to remain respectful but the man wouldn't let me breathe 🤣

On Sunday, I got to ask him a question about the extra poem in Russian edition of his poetry book & we got to argue about the color of my pants 🤣

(thank you so much for this iconic pic, Bex ❤️)

Later I got my art signed. They were rushing the autos because Misha had a flight to catch so he was pretty stressed at autos. I jokely apologized for bringing it to his attention that something had gone 'wrong' with his book in Russian and he said no he was glad that I did bring that up and how he'd have to talk to his publisher about that actually. Asked him if I could give him a gift - a belt buckle. He said sure, so I did and in the rare moment of bravery I said I hoped he'd wear it and then winked at him 🤦‍♀️

I think this pretty much sums up my direct interractions with the actor man over the weekend.

I know M&G and alike are expensive as hell but if you can affort it I would say definitely get them. It's the only time you'll get with him up close and personal. As far as entrance tickets go, I had a weekend ticket for section 3 and for someone with bad eyesight it wasn't the best option, I wish I had been closer to the stage. All in all, if I had to categorize the extras as best to worst it would go like this:

- Cocktails with Castiel

- Photo Op

- Autograph (I believe autos usually give more time to talk to him and it was rushed just this one time because Misha needed to catch a plane)

Also: Yes, this is an 'actor centric' con but you will get to make new friend and finally see your online friends too which tbh makes this whole experience what it is! Shoutout to the wonderful @bexfangirlforlife @blanketforcas @deancrowleycas , I loved spending time with you so much! You made my first con experience very special 💕

#misha collins #purcon 7 #purcon shenanigans #purcon

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Destiel Emotional Hurt/Comfort Fics

Hello everyone! Beating our favourite characters up just so they can be fixed up again nicely is brilliant, but I also love fics that explore the emotional side of hurt/comfort, since it's often easier to fix a bullet wound than a broken heart. So, I hope you enjoy today's list of fics which mentally beat our favourite characters up!

Please note that a lot of these fics contain heavy subjects, so please make sure to read all of the warnings and tags before reading and take care of yourself!

choices. by scoundrelhan (1.1k)

Castiel thinks he’s dying. Humans are always doing that.

Exposed to What You Hide by SailorChibi (1.8k)

"We think Cas is a procubus," Sam blurted out. Then he winced and yelped when Charlie kicked him under the table. "Ow!"

"Smooth, Sam," Charlie snapped.

Dean looked back and forth between them, realizing that they were both 100% serious. "A procubus."

"Basically it's the sexless version of an incubus or a succubus," Charlie explained before Sam could. "It's... it's a demon that kills people by sleeping with them." She was chewing on her thumbnail now, eyes big and apologetic. Sam had done one better pasting on a truly epic kicked puppy expression of apology.

"You think Cas is killing people by cuddling with them," Dean said, just to be sure.

Could Not Return You by tigersinlondon (2.8k)

Dean struggles to commit to a long term relationship with Cas, even though he knows he's in it for the long haul. Cas helps tease out what's holding him back, and provides some much-needed reassurance.

You are my home by Desirae (4.7k)

Things have settled down since rescuing Sam. Mary is bonding with her sons, and Castiel is nearly back to full capacity, just needing a little sleep here and there. When Dean discovers Cas' unusual resting spot, what starts as a series confessions leads to the emotional healing they both needed.

Stories Are Made of Mistakes by wildhoneypie (4.9k)

In which Cas is human and doesn't understand basic concepts like: clothing, Mythbusters, moisturizer, and Greek food. Dean is...Dean and doesn't understand basic concepts like: boyfriends, language, how to tell your friend that he's a walking miracle, and when not to quip.

Enhanced Extraction Techniques by goldenraeofsun (5.7k)

The Empty takes Meg’s shape, Samandriel’s, Duma’s, every one of the thousands of angels Cas killed up in heaven. But in the middle of lecturing Cas in the form of Balthazar, it explodes in a burst of light and sound.

Dean Winchester stands in the aftermath.

Event Horizon by Winglesss (6.4k)

Castiel couldn't have helped his sister. That's why being offered a chance to help somebody else dealing with suicidal thoughts he took it without hesitation.

When he gets the first text from someone who needs his help, nothing goes as he expected.

broken when I'm lonesome by SailorChibi (7k)

After being saved from hell, Dean's old methods of coping aren't working anymore: he's not sexually attracted to anyone, and he's not interested in sex no matter how many times he climbs into bed with hot, naked women.

Sam is convinced that his brother is just depressed, but Dean knows this goes deeper than that. He still craves the intimacy that can make him feel safe.

Fortunately, Castiel is there to both understand and provide.

Nothing Equals the Splendor by RurouniHime (7.8k)

Maybe it’s the cynic in him. The hunter, always under the surface of any quietude he ever found. Or maybe it’s just that he has always had trouble with blind faith. But after a while (a blink? A decade? A century?), Dean raises his eyebrows, looks around, and says—

“Uh. No.”

It’s so close. Just so slightly imperfect. And maybe, he analyzes, maybe that’s the final knell of this bell called contentment. Dean’s experience with happiness has always been that last rise in the road, right before it turns. Right before fate comes barreling around the corner head on.

He turns in his spot on the bridge, and suddenly Sam is like a cellophane film through which he can see the light streaming, and the taste of cheap beer on his tongue is much, much older a memory than it should be.

“Oh, you’re good,” he says, and means it.

The Beginning by Princess_Aleera (17k)

Where a mission goes horribly wrong, and Castiel gets his wings plucked off for it.

That Black Dog Ache by SaltyWords (28k)

A simple case turns Dean upside down as he attempts to deal with the effects of a particularly strange love spell.

First Gentleman Wanted by youaresunlight (31k)

President of the United States Castiel Novak is popular, charismatic, and knee-deep in campaigning for a second term. He’d be the ideal candidate if it weren’t for the fact that he hasn’t dated once while in political office. With his opponent’s relentless PR team calling him incapable of emotional commitment, Castiel’s staff decides to remedy the situation by finding their boss a fake, picture-perfect boyfriend. And when Dean Winchester enters the scene, he and Cas become America’s new favorite couple, except they’ve got a whole lot of history between them and complicated feelings to resolve.

Just Like You by imherecauseimnotallthere98 (35k)

When John shows up at their door in the middle of the night, the Winchesters and Cas start looking into who or what could have brought him back. Meanwhile, Dean struggles to keep his relationship with Cas a secret from his father, with some help from Sam. The tension rises between the Winchesters as Dean shows John that he is no longer the obedient little soldier he once was, and tries to establish himself as an equal with his dad.

Rewriting the Book by MonPetitTresor (37k)

When Sam gets a little too close to stopping Metatron’s plans, the angel decides to use some of his extra juice to get Sam out of his way by sending him to a completely different reality. He never could’ve predicted what Sam might find there – or what he might bring back home with him.

Wild by Castielslostwings (67k)

Castiel and Dean meet for the first time on a plane ride out of Nowhere, Alaska. Castiel’s headed home after an impulsive solo vacation and Dean, a hardened Alaskan native, is just trying to get out of the impossibly small town he grew up in that’s got nothing left to offer him. They forge an instant connection over Dean’s flying anxiety and whiskey, a meet-cute that has all the makings of a rom-com with a sickeningly sweet happy ending. That is, until their plane explodes in mid-air, crashing headlong into the Alaskan wilderness and killing everyone on board save for Dean and Castiel. When no rescue shows up to save them, the two men are forced to make some tough decisions. To make it home alive they’ll have to trust each other and find faith neither of them has ever really wanted. Will they survive or succumb to the unforgiving mountain wilderness? And will their journey tear them apart... or bring them closer together?

carry on by foolondahill17 (91k)

God is dead. Sammy finally has what he always wanted. The kid is alive again and trying to figure out the whole human schtick. Cas – Cas is complicated, like always. And Dean is barreling headfirst into a mental breakdown. It’s the end of the road so far, and the future never looked so frightening.

The House on the Ocean Road by coffeeandcas (111k)

Dean Winchester is on the run from his life. He's done something unforgivable, and can't face his family or friends ever again. So he does what any rational person would do: fakes his own death and vanishes into the ether.

Wandering aimlessly along country roads, he succumbs to the elements during a violent storm and wakes up hours later in the home of a stranger: a single dad living alone in an isolated beach house, with a haunting past of his own. Cas is sweet and shy, but welcomes Dean into his home and tells him he can stay as long as he needs, never prying into his life or asking him to spill his secrets.

As they rapidly forge a close friendship, Dean finds that the quiet life by the ocean with Cas is exactly what he's been dreaming of. He only hopes his past never catches up with him.

Bound To You by Chipper99 (128k)

Faced with death, Dean makes one last ditch effort: praying to an Angel he knows wont hear him. Deans prayers are answered when a vessel-less Castiel forces himself out from the Empty, taking possession of Dean's body in order to heal him. Castiel's grace is running finite however, charged down after saving Dean's life. Now Castiel resides within Dean's mind, too weak to survive a transfer to another vessel, leading them to a desperate search for a way to rebuild his body. Time is of the essence, with Castiel's grace burning out with every passing day...

Four Letter Word For Intercourse by bendingsignpost (194k)

As a grease monkey turned college freshman, Dean's constantly three seconds away from being stressed out of his mind. It hardly helps that he's finally figuring out his sexuality in his thirties.

What might help with that stress is a little phone number (and a big credit card bill). If he can't figure out how to be bisexual in person, he can at least give it a go over the phone, right?

(It's probably a bad idea, but he really can't help himself.)

I hope you enjoy reading these fantastic fics!! And thank you to the amazing authors for sharing them with us. If you ever have any requests for a fic rec list, please let me know!

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[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Worthy, pt 12

part 1 & 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11

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tags: @bolontiku, @rampant-salamander, @darkdragonpheonix , @440mxs-wife,  @castiels-sunflowers, @peekingsunshine, @alexakeyloveloki, @feelmyroarrrr

word count: 3098

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Dad was putting dinner on the table when Mom and I walked in. The house was filled with the amazing aroma of roast chicken. It was my dad’s signature dish, and it was pure, unadulterated comfort food in our house. He made this thick, creamy gravy to go with it, and home fries. It was the unhealthiest healthy meal we ate in the house growing up, and it was tied with Mom’s homemade mac and cheese for my favourite dish. They had obviously figured out something was bugging me long before I boarded that plane at LaGuardia.

Once we were seated, Mom gave Dad a meaningful look. “She knows.” They must have even suspected why I was coming home, which didn’t make a lot of sense, but then again, neither did much of what Mom had told me while we ate our ice cream.

“I’m sure you have questions, Ellie-bean.” Dad’s cheesy nickname for me only came out on special occasions these days. I guess this counted. “Happy your Dad isn’t really, surprise!” day to me.

“I might eventually. I’m still reeling from the story Mom told me,” I admitted.

“We were desperate for children. I hope you’ll never understand how we felt. When he came to us, we pounced on the possibility of children, even though we both suspected chicanery. I couldn’t see the harm in letting him work his magic spell on your mother because I doubted it would work.” Dad had always been the more pragmatic of the two of them.

“But then he wanted to seduce Mom,” I protested.

“He was quite compelling. I don’t know that I would be fooled by his honeyed words a second time. But we wound up with you, Ella. And that was worth the small amount of damage it may have done to our relationship.” Dad was completely in earnest. I looked at him, and then back at Mom.

“You’re both really okay with that?” I was absolutely gobsmacked.

“I mentioned the desperation. Althea, I did mention the desperation? It was the 80s; your mother had been overlooked for yet another promotion because she was a woman who was viewed as putting her career ahead of everything else. I was on the verge of losing my job because of the AIDS epidemic. Men just weren’t nurses unless they were gay, and it was assumed that I was gay, and that your mother and I had married for convenience. There were no laws to protect me, and it wasn’t the truth, but I was going to be fired because the hospital was worried I would contract AIDS and then pass it along to every patient I touched. We needed you more than we cared to admit,” Dad took my hand in his. “I know you must think your mother and I completely amoral, but desperation makes you look at things differently.”

“Would you do things differently?” I asked. “If you had to do it again?”

“No. The circumstances would have been the same. Our desperation would have been just as real. I’ve never regretted the outcome of our interactions with him. He gave us you. And what a gift you’ve been. What parent could be luckier?”

“Don’t let the twins hear you!” I laughed. Dad kissed my forehead.

“You’re no less mine, Elizabeth,” he reassured me. And I guess that’s what I needed to hear because my heart lifted.

XXX

I barely slept on the red-eye back to New York. Instead, I found myself thumbing through the book of Norse mythology that my mother had read to me as a child. I’d slipped it into my carry-on before leaving, planning on doing a little research on Loki. Myths weren’t histories, obviously, but history was written by the winners. And I had to assume that was at least partly true for myths too. Because I couldn’t sleep, I made notes in the margins of the book every time Loki’s name came up. By the time the plane was touching down, I’d made a pretty solid start on assessing the characteristics of the god worshiped by the Vikings. It was just going to be a matter of comparing that information to what I knew to be true about this Loki, who had invaded earth.

Loki was a master of magic, a shapeshifter of note, capable of seamless disguises. He was a cunning manipulator of emotions. There was some suggestion that he was a talented healer, but it was always downplayed by saying there were better healers among the gods, principally Eir, the goddess of healing. It was actually kind of weird. Every time his talent for healing came up, the author of the book felt it important to point out that Eir was better than he was at it. He was skilled in small weapons like daggers and knives, and that, coupled with his mastery of illusion, made him a formidable enemy on the field of battle. I thought it interesting to note that although there were definitely better fighters amongst the Norse pantheon, the author of the book didn’t feel the need to point out who they were every time he discussed Loki’s fighting talent.

I was exhausted when we landed, which may have explained my giddy desire to cross-reference what I’d pulled from my book from the SHIELD files that had been leaked online. I had to put in a few hours in the lab, but I was far enough ahead that I could easily take the afternoon for a short nap and additional research. Angela met me at the baggage carousel, tapping her foot impatiently.

“Didn’t you think you might want to tell someone you were fucking off to Seattle for the weekend?” She scolded me. She was angry, but her words were light and easy. I stepped back in surprise.

“I wasn’t aware that I had to check in all the time.” My tone might have been a little pissy. Angela sucked in her breath and bit her lip.

“I didn’t mean it that way,” she sighed. “I could have made your flight easier. And cheaper.”

“I appreciate the concern, Ang. I’m sorry. I’m tired and snappy. But it’s not a big deal. I have a lot of frequent flyer miles,” I laughed, trying to make up for my snark.

“Stark Industries employees get a corporate rate at a different airline. You practically would have flown for free.” She chastised me, but her tone was even more light and careful than before. I forced a laugh as she steered me toward a black car outside.

“I’ll have to remember that for next time,” I said. “How did you know –“

“You aren’t hard to track,” she interrupted. “And Tony was concerned about you so he had me do it. How are your parents?”

“Still my parents, despite the psychotic Norse god’s attempt to make me feel otherwise,” I shrugged. “It was good to visit. I got the full story.”

“Was it sordid?” Angela winked. I laughed genuinely then and climbed into the backseat.

“No? Maybe,” I thought. “Yeah, a little. I’m beat. Do you mind if I close my eyes while we’re driving?”

“Go ahead. Dr. Richmond is here and wants to see you this afternoon. You might want to consider knocking off this morning and taking a nap. She’s got a thing about making people run on treadmills,” Angela warned me. I closed my eyes and dropped to sleep.

When we arrived back at the tower, I texted Markus and let him know I was going to put in some hours in the evening and headed straight to my bed. There was a huge amount of benefit to working at a company like Stark. Because Tony kept bizarre hours, we were allowed and encouraged to work the hours that would make us most productive. While Markus was a pretty solid nine-to-five kind of guy, there were others on our team that you only saw if you were in the lab after dark, and Markus didn’t worry about it, as long as their production was on schedule.

My sleep was restless, and I had crazy dreams. Dreams about my parents, about Loki, about my washing machine. Crazy dreams. I woke when my phone rang. It was after noon, and my stomach immediately voiced its displeasure.

“Yuh?” I grunted and rubbed my eyes.

“Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!” Angela’s bright singsong made me want to break something. I grunted something rude in response and she started to laugh. “You should have slept on the plane, princess. Dr. Richmond is waiting in the med lab for you. I am waiting outside your door with a piping hot cup of coffee.”

“I’ll be out in a second,” I groaned and pushed myself to the edge of the bed. I rolled onto the floor and pushed up to my feet, dropping my phone in the process. I staggered over to the door, and pulled it open. Not only was Angela standing there, Bruce was too. Make that two Avengers who had seen me either almost or completely nude. I flipped the strap of my tank top up onto my shoulder, and pulled my boxers down a little, trying, and failing, to cover myself more. I glared at Angela.

“Seriously?”

“He followed me.” She raised an eyebrow. I snatched the coffee from her and stalked back to my room to get dressed. “I’m gonna let Bruce take you over to the med lab, Ella!”

I heard the door shut and realized there was a single apartment door between Bruce and me. It was the closest we’d been to one another since we’d kissed. I could feel my heart rate speed up a little as I pulled clothes on. Interesting. I took a deep breath, and a huge swallow of coffee and headed out to greet him. I was dragging my hair back into a ponytail as I walked toward him.

“Good morning, Bruce.” I forced myself to use a bright tone. He laughed and looked at his watch.

“It’s two-forty-five, Ella,” he corrected.

“Well, it’s still before noon in Seattle, which is where I was less than twelve hours ago, so it counts,” I rationalized. I popped back into my room for the coffee I’d left on the dresser and rejoined him. “Lead the way.”

Bruce said nothing on the elevator ride, and I was still too tired to be the least bit concerned by it, although I was burning with curiosity as to why he’d come to get me. We stepped into the med lab and the mystery was solved. Tony was also there, chatting with a tall redhead who must have been Dr. Richmond. And seated on the far side of the lab was a gorgeous blond, deeply engaged in a conversation with Thor, who I suspected was Steve Rogers. It was a mini-Avengers reunion, except Black Widow and Hawkeye were missing. From the scant amount of reading I’d done before falling asleep on my tablet, I thought I should probably be grateful Hawkeye wasn’t present. He might bear me ill will considering what Loki had done to him.

Tony dragged the redhead over. “Lexy, this is Ella. Ella is Loki’s actual daughter, not some weird mutant freakshow like you are.” He said it with such affection that I knew immediately that the doctor had been adopted into his weird family of misfits.

“It’s nice to meet you Ella. Is it actually Ella? He insists on getting mine wrong all the time,” Dr. Richmond shook my hand. Her smile was kind, but her eyes showed a hint of mischief.

“It’s not Lexy?” I asked.

“I prefer Lex,” she corrected. I nodded. “If you want to head over here so I can start your exam in private,” she emphasized the word, shooting a look at Tony, who was carefully pretending to ignore her, “we’ll get the embarrassing stuff out of the way right away, and then you get to be the first official non-human test of the Stark Industries MRI.”

“I’m half-human,” I protested.

“You are. But only half. And when I did Loki’s MRI, I discovered some shortcomings of a normal MRI that were addressed when Tony and I did the redevelop. And you get to be the first not-completely human person to go in!” Lex was excited by the prospect. I glanced over at Thor, in question. “Big strong thunder god is scared of small places.”

I burst out laughing. “Seriously?”

“Like a heart-attack. I’ll get him in there eventually. And if Daddy Dearest shows up again, I will totally be throwing him back into it. Head first.” A dark look flashed across her face as she gestured to the exam bed and drew the curtain. She pushed the sleeves of her lab coat up, revealing a large white scar in the shape of a hand on her forearm. My eyes widened, and I tried to act cool about it, but she totally caught it. “That would be where the genetic transfer occurred. So for the rest of my life, I’ll never be able to forget what he did to me.”

“Thor said he’s not really evil.” I used it as a question. Lex snorted.

“Thor and Loki live by a warrior's code. It’s so weird because when he talks about Asgard, it sounds so much more advanced than Earth is, except for the fucking war shit,” she explained. “So in Thor’s eyes, Loki’s actions had a reason behind them. They divorce themselves from emotional response in a lot of situations. I suspect that’s what split him and Jane.” As she spoke, she was poking and prodding at me. I nodded and retreated into my thoughts, only speaking when I needed to answer a question. I stood, I sat, I bent over, I raised my hands over my head. I would have hopped on one foot but that apparently wasn’t necessary.

Lex pulled a tray over and began preparing a needle for a blood draw. I eyeballed the needle and shook my head. “No, you’re going to need a 21 gauge or bigger. I have tough skin and my veins are like rock.”

Lex looked up at me, eyebrow raised. “Huh?”

“My mom is a doctor. I know needles. Particularly because I’ve always been a difficult stick. Instinct makes people want to go with a smaller gauge but my veins are tough. You’re going to have to jam that in there,” I explained.

“Isn’t that incredibly painful?” She rummaged around in the tray drawer for the larger needle.

“Yes. But it’s less painful than having someone dig around trying to get a skinny needle into the vein.” I put the tourniquet on my arm for her, just so the vein would be good and visible by the time she was ready. She took my arm and felt the vein. She was so expressive, I could almost see her thinking through the stick before she set the needle against my skin. She began to press against my arm with the needle, but she was too gentle. As soon as she realized what was going on, she gave me a good jab and the needle slipped into my skin and on into the vein.

“You’re almost as hard to stick as Loki,” she commented.

“Makes sense,” I shrugged. I yawned, still tired. A moment later, Lex yawned. From beyond the curtain, I heard another loud yawn. “Did no one sleep last night?”

“Steve and I don’t sleep well at the best of times,” Lex offered as she finished drawing my blood, “but last night I slept like the dead. I don’t know what’s going on.”

“The fuck, man? Is this some highly contagious narcolepsy?” I heard Tony exclaim from across the med lab. There was a mumbled response that might have been Bruce, and then some more yawning. I couldn’t help myself. I yawned again, which set Lex off again.

“I’m so sorry. I’m exhausted. It was a busy weekend, and jet lag,” I apologized. Lex nodded and covered her mouth, yawning yet again. She looked down and wiped the corner of her eye. Her head shot back up, eyes narrowed, just as I was covering another yawn.

“It’s you!” She exclaimed.

“What is?” I was baffled.

“The yawning. It’s you,” she explained. I shook my head, still not getting what she was saying. “Hear me out. Just before the battle of New York, Loki was brought onto the helicarrier –“

“The heli-what?” I asked. I wondered if that was like one of those gunships that had crashed into the Potomac when SHIELD fell.

“Don’t worry about it,” she waved her hands and then covered another yawn. “Loki was in a containment cell, and all the Avengers were hanging out in one of the labs. Fighting. Over nothing. They finally realized Loki was manipulating their emotions. Using magic, or his powers, or whatever.”

“So?”

“You’re exhausted, you said so yourself. Two transcontinental flights in three days, plus some emotionally heavy shit with your parents. You’re bagged, you got what? A five-hour nap this morning? Your ability to temper your interactions with the world around you is depressed because you’re tired. You’re projecting your exhaustion into the environment.” She was so excited she nearly screamed.

“No. Not possible,” I protested.

“I bet if we went back through your history, you’d find ample evidence to suggest you are capable of emotional manipulation.” I don’t think Lex realized how horrible what she had just said sounded. I’d lived most of my life assuming I was a good person, and emotional manipulation sounded ugly and unkind.

“I’m not sure what I’ve done to garner your dislike, Dr. Richmond, but I don’t run around trying to make people miserable,” I realized she was still holding a cotton swab on my arm, and wrenched it away from her.

“Shit, no. Sorry. That’s not what I meant,” she backpedalled. “It does sound evil. Totally not how I meant it, Ella. Your history says you have twin sisters. I was thinking more like, did you ever stop them from fighting, just by spending time with them or something.”

“All the time. My parents called my bedroom the UN. They said there were more successful peace treaties negotiated there than anywhere else in the world,” I responded.

“Think of something really funny,” she suggested. I heard a chuckle from the other side of the lab. “Now something that makes you mad.” Another voice grumbled. Her eyes lit up.

“Holy shit, you’ve got magic powers!” She exclaimed.

“Fuck me,” I breathed, completely horrified.

#bruce banner x ofc

[aayo-whatt]

heyo ayo ^-^

pick a blorbo that is close to you heart and just word vomit about them, im very interested in your favorite characters and the reasoning behind them ^-^ (if you dont want to thats okay too lolol)

*sorry if this is a lil random and out of the blue aaaa*

hihi :>>> and i dont mind random stuff, it just makes me happy seeing ppl in my inbox-

uh- ok hold on, theres gonna be like three (maybe more i cant count-) bc i cant choose between them-

Supernatural i think the shows actually kinda old, but do i care? not one bit im also only at the end of the fourth season, and ive got ten(ish) more to go sooo- (if you know what the show is ignore this, but if not read on: its essentially about these two brothers (sam and dean) who fight supernatural beings title lol -- things like demons, ghosts, monsters, etc basically anything from old mythology from all cultures) anyway- love love love this show bc 1. characters are so good, and like well developed (continuing to develop throughout the show as well) like omg- 2. plot is literally amazing like wth, theres usually a bunch of plot twists 'n stuff, so it keeps you hooked alotta the time and 3. it might be dramatic, but it has its funny moments too (also the fandom is still like *aggressively* active with all the ships-) favourite characters so far- dean, older brother, loves food (like me sometimes), and the reason for most of the jokes in the show (as in he makes them, and ppl make some abt him) honestly hes just really funny and i love him platonically second favourite (he might actually be my first but-) castiel, he doesnt appear till the start of season 4 but its worth the wait, i think ppl find him annoying at first but hes so pretty and i aggresively simp for him platonically, hes also kinda dry but that makes it funnier- (fun fact, ppl ship dean and castiel together -- destiel -- so its funny that they're my two favourite characters-)

Merlin show got cancelled but used to air on BBC, its set in medieval times (king arthur, is legit a character but hes not king yet), so its got magic, sword fighting, the whole thing love the show bc again characters are amazing, plot is amazing, and while its dramatic it has its funny moments (also even though the show ended like ten years ago, fandom is still active and i love that)my favourite character is probably gwaine, i cant explain why he just is (if you watch the show you'll understand)

finally (but *definitely* not least) Haikyuu- idk why i think its mainly just bc the eng dub makes me smile every time i watch one of its episodes- and also probably bc i simp for so many of the characters (shhh-) also recently learnt im a bokuto kinnie do with that what you will *major* sakusa simp, he's just so pretty and i cant handle it, and idc if people think hes distant and moody and stuff bc i literally love him(you can probably tell that by the amount of kiyoomi content i reblog)- i also simp a lot for suna, just bc have u seen him hes pretty as sooo- its also bc i find him funny and i just love him ok? (also low quality suna pics i legit love for some reason-) a character from haikyuu i love but in a more platonic way, is bokuto, again he's pretty- but its also his personality is just so chaotic and i love him for it- especially when him and kuroo are together, it just makes things all the more funnier for me

uh- there's more shows, but this is all i can think of rn- also sorry its so long, i tend to ramble a lot sometimes-

what about you? favourite blorbo/s? feel free to ramble, people being happy makes me happy

#my question has been questioned

[thegroovychickarmada]

Cas becomes human and Dean makes him try loads of foods to find his fav 

#supernatural #supernatural comic #supernatural fan art #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #castiel my beloved #deancas #favourite food #illustration #drawing #doodle #comic #good god i spent all day editing this and i have actual work i should be doing #web comic #web comics #series #what do you think castiels favourite food is

[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Wholesome

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Jack (all platonic), Castiel x Reader (implied)

Warnings: None.

Summary: For the first time (in a long time), things were actually good in the bunker.

You had cut up an assortment of fruits on a tray, placed granola and yogurt in two white bowls, and used any spare fruits to blend together in a smoothie. The coffee machine had been cleaned out and refilled with fresh coffee beans. You cooked up Dean’s favourite breakfast meats, some toasted bread - you even made your famous ‘Bunker Waffles’.

With water was set up in pitchers and plates neatly stacked, you stood back and smiled. Honestly, you had really outdone yourself.

Knowing that your fellow hunters would be awake soon, you decided to clean any messes that had been created and, just as you were putting away the last spatula in the correct drawer, you heard a familiar voice.

“What is all this?” Castiel wondered as he stepped inside and stared at the table filled with food.

“Breakfast.” You replied, smiling at your handiwork. When you looked at him, you realised that you hadn’t called for the angel.

He walked over and, as if sensing the question playing in your mind, returned the smile. “Your soul is radiating and I felt drawn down here.”

Well, you couldn’t argue with that.

You set the kitchen towel down on the bench and smiled. “Why shouldn’t I be? I have Dean and Sam, Jack’s happy and safe.” Raising your hand, you reached for Castiel’s tie and pulled him over. “I have my angel in my sights again.”

For once in their lives, things were going well. It would be remiss of them if they didn’t take advantage of the momentary peace.

Castiel leaned forward and pressed a kiss against your lips – slow and deep.

“Oh, come on.” A grumpy voice complained as it entered the kitchen. “You’ve had the whole night to do crap like that.”

You pulled back from the angel with quite a bit of reluctance. Resting your forehead against his, you turned slightly to see the disapproving scowl on Dean’s face which only made you chuckle.

“Eat your breakfast.”

Dean slumped into his seat and began to load up his plate. “Fine. But I’m telling Sam to set up new house rules for – oh, here he is!”

As Dean spoke, Sam had indeed walked in after his nose smelled food. He walked over to the counter by the wall and poured himself a fresh cup of coffee and inquired about Dean’s comment.

“House rules for these two.” Dean repeated and took a big bite out of his breakfast burger. Chewing sloppily, he spoke with his mouth half-full. “Like - no making out in the kitchen.”

Sam laughed at how absurd the rule was and just shook his head at his hungry brother. He walked over and took a seat at an empty placing. “Dude, how are you planning to make that stick? By watching them like a hawk?”

Dean swallowed and picked up the pitcher of cool water to fill his glass. “Hex bags, Sammy. We’ll get them to start talking backwards when they’re too close.”

“You know that we’re standing here, right?” You squinted with a playful smile. Dean glanced over at where you and Cas were still wrapped in each other’s arms and pointed at you with a fork.

“You’ll be talking backwards first.”

Sam enjoyed the morning antics and grabbed himself a plate and began to serve himself some fresh fruit, granola and yogurt when he noticed a figure by the doorway.

“Jack, you’re up.” Sam smiled, leaning across the table and setting out a plate for the young boy.

Jack looked like he had slept on a bed of clouds from the smile on his face. Grinning, the nephilim nodded at the Winchester.

“Yes. I felt a powerful surge of love and grace coming from here. It made me happy.” Jack shifted his gaze to the pair by the counter. Castiel caught the look and returned a slightly bashful smile.

“Sorry, Jack. We didn’t realise that you could feel the er...” Castiel tried to think of the right word when suggestions came flying from where Dean sat as he started on the meat.

“Chemistry? Attraction? Palpable sexual tension that can be felt by everyone in a ten-mile radius?”

Squinting at Dean’s responses, Castiel decided against using any of those and replied to Jack with something of his own choosing.

“Energy.”

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[magickastiel]

✨ B&B’S CHRISTMAS ADVENT CALENDAR ✨

16th December - pie

I am, once again, attempting to write one story through different prompts. I really enjoyed it last time so let’s see if I can do it through December!

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Summary: Just a month after defeating Chuck, Sam & Dean are faced with their first real Christmas. Eileen, Jody, Donna, Claire & Kaia descend on the Bunker for a Christmas celebration like no other. But for Dean, Castiel’s confession still weighs heavy. It might be easier to deal with if Cas was actually around to talk to but he and Jack are busy in Heaven. Surely they don’t have time to come home for Christmas…do they?

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Dean opens and closes his mouth several times.

His brain is throwing him nothing except white noise. And cursing. Lots of cursing.

“Oh. Hey, Sam.” Eileen, bless her, gives him her most seductive smile in an effort to distract him.

To her credit, Sam does hesitate for a moment but it doesn’t stop him for long. “Promised not to tell me what?” He demands again, stepping into the kitchen and looking between Eileen, Donna and Dean.

“Your Christmas present!” Dean says suddenly.

That does make Sam stop. “What? I thought we said we weren’t buying anything for each other.”

“He didn’t buy it.” Eileen says, quickly catching on. “He made it, so it doesn’t count.”

“Made it? Oh god, it’s not some craft project, is it Dean? It’s not that I don’t appreciate the thought but I don’t think your natural weapon is tissue paper - ”

“It’s a tart.” Dean had been trying to keep it a secret but right now, he’s more than willing to sacrifice the surprise to preserve his own sanity.

“What?”

“It’s a tart, ok?” Dean huffs, standing aside so Sam can see the pastry and filling behind him on the counter. “You kept whining about there being too much meat at Thanksgiving and Christmas so I’m making you a sweet potato, spinach and feta tart.”

Sam stares at him blankly.

Dean squirms. “There! That’s what we were talking about. Now you know.”

Sam still stares. Dean winces, hoping that his brother hasn’t seen through it. Surely he won’t believe that Dean’s been fussing about a tart.

“Is that what you were talking to Eileen and Jody about earlier?” Sam asks quietly.

“Yes. He wanted help.” Eileen chips in.

“And I just came in and saw it.” Donna adds, looking between them all. “Wanted to know what it was.”

“Oh.” Sam turns away and Dean is sure he’s about to accuse them of lying. But when he turns back, Sam’s eyes are pink and he’s sniffing.

“Dude…” Dean steps forward, staring at his brother’s face. “Are you crying?”

“Aww!” Eileen coos but she’s laughing too. She rubs Sam’s back while he snuffles and looks embarrassed.

“Sorry.” He says, sounding choked.

Dean’s brain activates both his fight and flight responses. His instinct is telling him to fight whatever is making Sam cry and his flight response is telling him to run because this is bound to start an emotional chat that he’s already not in the right headspace for.

Torn between two useless options, Dean just stands and watches his brother cry.

“Dude.” He manages to say. “Why are you crying?”

“It’s stupid.” Sam sniffs.

“Man, it’s…not like I bought you a new car or somethin’. It’s just a tart.”

“I know but…that’s the thing.” Sam wipes his eyes. “It’s a tart.”

Dean looks to Eileen and Donna for an answer. They both shrug.

“Not following, Sammy.”

“I mean, you could have easily made a pie.”

Huh. “Well…yeah. I guess.”

“You love pie.”

“Yeah. Obviously. But this ain’t for me - ”

“Exactly!” Sam looks emotional again. “You could’a put a top on it and made it your favourite food.”

“Yeah but then you might not have wanted it.” Dean says, still not quite getting why Sam is pushing it. “You always say too much pastry is bad for you - ”

“I do!” Sam nods, his face wet. “I do say that! And usually roll your eyes and say ‘you only live once’! So you made this just for me.”

“Well, yeah.” Dean sighs, unsure why they’ve gone full circle. “That’s the whole point.”

Sam throws himself at Dean, pulling him into a ferocious bear hug. Dean locks eyes with Eileen over Sam’s shoulder and is relieved when she looks as confused as he is. Sam stays there for a while, leaning on Dean and snivelling in his ear.

“Ok, man. Easy.” Dean taps him on the back and Sam finally removes himself.

“I’m just saying,” Sam wipes his nose. “I know we argue and do some crazy shit, but you’re good Dean.”

Dean feels like he’s been shoved in front of a large audience and just discovered he has stage-fright. “Uhh…thanks.”

“Seriously.” Sam’s smiling now and, to be honest, looks a bit deranged. “Me and Cas were talking about this earlier.”

Dean’s heart almost stops. “O-oh. Right. Cool.”

“You do stuff for people all the time and don’t even realise.” Sam rests his hand on top of Dean’s shoulder. “Now we’ve both got to slow down, I just wanna say: I appreciate you.”

Dean’s eyes sting. “Just a t-tart.” A tear escapes his eye. “No-no big deal.”

Eileen and Donna suddenly crowd them, pulling them all together in a messy hug. They stay like that for a while and Dean ignores the part of him that’s initially uncomfortable and lets himself enjoy being surrounded by people that love him.

“Oh! A big hug!” Jack’s unmistakable voice comes from the direction of the door. His arms appear near Dean’s head. “This is nice.”

Dean laughs and Sam starts laughing too. Then they’re all laughing and holding on to each other. Jack looks confused but laughs too, eager to join in.

He glances over his shoulder.

“Dad, look! We’re all hugging!”

“Wonderful.” Cas’ gravelly voice sounds close and Dean tries to ignore Eileen and Donna’s mischievous grins behind Sam’s back. “Is this a human tradition at Christmas?”

They all separate, Sam and Dean still a little teary.

“Nah, man.” Dean wipes his eyes. “We’re all good. Got a bit emotional in here.”

Cas is at his side in an instant, his hand hovering near Dean’s elbow. “Dean? Are you alright? You’ve been crying. What’s happened? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” He waves Cas away, his elbow tingling where it was almost touched. “Sam just started - �� He’s about to say ‘crying like a girl’ but something about that makes him think of his father and the words go bitter in his mouth. “Sam just started being sappy and it set us both off, is all.”

“Oh.” Cas seems to realise there are other people in the room. “You are…alright too, Sam?”

Sam laughs. “Yeah, fine. Stupid really - started crying because Dean’s made me a vegetarian tart.”

“Ah!” Cas says, like that answers everything. “I understand. He could have added extra pastry to make a pie but he chose to leave it open because it would suit your taste better than his.”

Dean gapes and Sam grins. “Yeah, exactly.”

“And that, in turn, made you think about how Dean shows his love for you in his actions rather than his words.” Cas drifts off for a moment, half-smiling. Dean’s mouth goes dry. “Yes. I understand why that would make you emotional.”

Dean stares and Sam laughs again, clapping Cas on the back. “Weird that you seem to get me, Cas.” His usual puppy eyes go a little sad. “It won’t be the same if you -”

Sam cuts himself off, eyes widening. Cas goes very still.

“What?” Dean asks, hearing his voice sharpen. He glares at both of them. The atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly turns tense.

“Nothing.” Sam says hurriedly. “I just - nothing. Really.”

“What were you gonna say?” Dean pushes, unable to shake it off. “It won’t be the same if Cas, what?”

“Uh…” It’s Sam’s turn to flounder. “I was gonna say that it won’t be the same around here when Cas and Jack are gone again. But, you know. I’m sure we’ll see them soon anyway. But I guess I’ve gotten used to having plenty of people around.”

Dean drifts away from the conversation as everyone else joins in, suitably distracted from whatever Sam did or didn’t say.

Dean tries to zone back in but Jack’s words come back to him, pulled from his half-asleep brain. ‘What if we’re not all together next year?’

He’s been so concerned with keeping his secret, he hadn’t considered Sam and Cas could be hiding their own.

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[liron-ao3]

Bumble Bee Café

It's been a slow day after the Monday morning rush. It's always a bit hard on Castiel after sleeping in on Sunday. He attaches a new carton to the milk frother and fills up the looted muffin display, then he leans against the counter for a short breather.

He loves his coffee slash reading shop, a long-harboured dream that came true four years ago. It's a lot of work, but so worth it.

He loves watching people in-between making different kinds of concoctions varying from black coffee to things that should be called 'flavoured, liquid sugar'. Castiel himself is a rather simple man when it comes to his own hot beverages taste—black tea, sweet, with a splash of milk. Unless he's in heartache mode, then, he needs a hot chocolate with cinnamon and cream topping. Castiel hasn't been in love for a while, though, doesn't plan to be in the future, and so will likely stay away from that soul warmer forever.

That doesn't keep him from making his customers happy, and his big family of siblings and cousins makes sure that everyone will find their perfect drink in this shop that offers a nice atmosphere, a wall lined with books to browse, and a simple rule: One needs to order something at least once in two hours. It's a fair deal, as Castiel sells lollipops for the price of ¢10 each, and these count, too.

Teens and senior citizens frequent his shop alike, fueling up on caffeine, make their homework, write novels, or withdraw from the world in one of the comfy armchairs with one of the books on the shelves into a sphere of imagination.

But Monday mornings, this is seldom the case, and Castiel is thankful for that.

The bell at the door rings, and Castiel straightens to welcome his next customer. It's a man, dressed in blue jeans and a leather jacket at least two sizes too big, a bag hanging off his shoulder.

"Hello, sir. Welcome to the Bumble Bee Café. What can I do for you?"

The customer grins at him and squints at the name tag. "Hey, Castiel. I think I'll take the strongest coffee you have on offer." He blinks his eyes as if to underline the need for this specific beverage.

From up close, Castiel can see the red rim around the man's beautiful eyes. "Tough night?" he asks.

The other man chuckles. "Sixteen-hour drive through the night. I'm beat."

Castiel whistles in acknowledgement. "I guess you need a large one, then." The customer nods. "Anything to eat?"

"Nah. I'm waiting for someone to meet here. Maybe later."

Castiel nods and waves his hand. "Choose a seat. I'm with you in a minute."

The customer smirks at him for whatever reason, puts the money on the counter, and walks to a table in the corner of the coffee shop. It's a bit secluded, framed with a bookshelf that had been necessary to add as many customers decided to leave books they no longer needed on the table as a donation.

Castiel takes his favourite bee cup and fills it to the brim. He adds a cantuccini and brings the tray to the man in the corner, who still wears his jacket. He's probably cold from a lack of sleep. Castiel feels sorry for him. Such a long drive through the night. It must be someone very important he has to meet here.

An ex-lover willing to get back together maybe? Or a long-lost friend? Castiel loves imagining the backstories of his customers, and this one brings a lot of food for stories. Not only because of his pretty face and puzzling attire.

"Here. Hope that helps," Castiel says. "The biscotti has almonds, in case you're allergic."

"Nah. Thank you."

"You're very welcome."

"Dean," the customer adds with a smile playing on his lips, accentuating the soft dimples that Castiel most definitely doesn't stare at for a second. The doorbell rings again, and Dean flinches, his face morphing into a schooled mask of neutrality when he turns his gaze to the entrance.

"Hey, Rowena. I'm with you in a second," Castiel calls over to his friend and turns back to Dean, who huffs a laugh, looking relieved.

"Tell me if you need anything, Dean," Castiel says, putting on his most winsome smile.

Dean nods and winks at him. "I sure will," he replies smoothly, and heat rushes into Castiel's cheeks. He's usually not good at social cues, but he thinks that Dean is flirting with him. No man as beautiful as him has ever flirted with Castiel. It's probably just a joke, or a habit.

Castiel nods silently and hastens to the counter. He greets Rowena with a kiss on both cheeks and starts making her usual order.

"How's the store going, dear?" he asks.

"Oh, fine. I had a seance last night, very powerful spirit."

Castiel smiles at her. Even after all those years, he still doesn't know if she's truly a gifted witch or just a very good people reader. It doesn't matter. He likes her, and she likes him. They are kindred souls. That's all that matters.

He looks over to Dean, who seems to warm his hands on the mug. He looks like a lost boy despite being only a few years younger than Castiel, who just hit 30.

Rowena leans against the counter, following his gaze. "Mmh, such a handsome lad. Do I need to get jealous?"

Castiel stares at her for a long moment. "No one could replace you, Rowena. You know that," he says matter-of-factly.

His friend smirks at him. "I could put a love potion in his next drink." She wiggles with her eyebrows.

"That's probably the only way a man like Dean would look at me twice," Castiel murmurs. He wipes the counter, stealing glances at the tired man on the other side of the shop, who becomes more and more beautiful by the minute.

Rowena slaps his arm playfully. "Don't sell yourself too short, Castiel. You are a good-looking man, a successful businessman, and if you weren't gay, I would have proposed to you years ago."

Castiel laughs out loud at that. His eyes fall on Dean again, who looks at him with a dopey smile on his face that disappears quickly behind the mug when he is caught staring.

"Maybe we should make one of those 40-years-not-married-yet deals," Castiel jokes.

"I'm in," she chuckles. "Straight men give me a headache."

***

After two hours, Dean comes over to the counter, worrying his lip. "I guess I have to buy something new." He smiles, nearly shyly, before he checks his wallet. He furrows his brow. "Another of your coffees but make it small, please."

Castiel nods, frowning himself. "Have you been stood up?" he asks carefully as he gives Dean's large mug a full refill.

Dean shrugs. "My old man doesn't care about being on time. Probably work." He shrugs again. Castiel wants to wrap him in a soft blanket.

"Fathers can be difficult. Absent ones especially."

Dean looks at him, the frown distorting his beautiful face relaxing a little. Castiel rings him up.

"That's a large one," Dean points out.

"My mistake. Not yours, Dean," Castiel replies and tries to wink at him. The movement feels strange on his face, but it elicits a brilliant smile on Dean's and a hearty laugh that vibrates through Castiel's soul. Absolutely worth it.

"Thanks, man," Dean says and walks back to his seat in the corner.

Just like the two hours before, Castiel steals glances whenever work allows him to. Dean seems to become antsier and antsier, wiggles on his seat, checks his phone, tries to call, once speaks on the mailbox.

Castiel knows how that feels. His father, Chuck, is a loose cannon, popping in when no one expects it, but never there if one needs him. Castiel feels sorry for Dean. No matter how old one gets, a parent who doesn't give a shit can still hurt you.

He's preparing a soy latte for his niece Claire, who always drops by during her second breakfast break, when he watches Dean taking a hip flask out of his jacket and spiking his coffee. Castiel breathes a sigh. It's not about the no-outside-drinks rule. Dean still hasn't eaten anything but the cantuccini. It can't be a good sign that he drinks that early, either. But he's likely on his feet for more than 24 hours, so it may not count.

Castiel waves Claire goodbye and makes a decision. He walks over to Dean and puts a plate in front of him.

"I didn't order anything, Castiel."

"I know. It's on the house. You shouldn't drink on an empty stomach."

Dean's cheeks grow crimson. "I'm sorry. I usually don't drink. Not like this." They both know it's a lie. Who carries a hip flask around in the pocket of his too-large leather jacket?

"I'm not one to judge, Dean. But maybe it's not a good idea to always carry booze around."

Dean chuckles. "Yeah, no. My old man always used to have one around." He fidgets with the sleeve of his jacket. "I guess he won't come." He runs a hand over tired eyes. "This here used to be his favourite waterhole. I didn't know it closed down. Your place is much nicer, though."

"Thank you," Castiel says and scans the shop. "Do you mind if I eat my lunch with you?"

Dean shakes his head. "Knock yourself out, man."

Castiel grabs a sandwich from the counter and an English tea. When he returns to the table, Dean is already shovelling the pie down, moaning around every bite.

"Where do you get these pies from?" he asks around a forkful.

"Most of the things come from my cousin's bakery. But the apple pie is my creation. Only sell them on Mondays, as the shop is taken care of by my friend Kelly on Sundays."

"It seems to be my lucky day, then," Dean says, grinning from ear to ear.

Butterflies storm through Castiel's stomach. No, he can't crush on a stranger, a passing traveller at that. That would be foolish, and Castiel isn't a foolish person. Not on purpose, at least. So, he asks the only logical question. "Why did you come to see your dad?"

Dean's face falls. There's a big pause, and Castiel wishes he had eaten his lunch alone in the back, as he usually does.

"I haven't seen him in a while," Dean starts, and Castiel tries his best not to look relieved. "There are a few things about me that I figured out, and I promised myself that I would meet him and tell him the next time he calls. He did, talking about a job for me, and I asked him to meet. Don't seem to be important enough for him to actually show up."

"I'm so sorry, Dean. That's… You deserve better." Dean shrugs. Castiel assumes it's a gesture often connected to Dean's father. "Do you want to tell me instead? I was told I am a very good listener."

Dean chuckles. "I guess for you it's not a big deal." Castiel raises a questioning eyebrow. "I saw the safe space sticker on the front," Dean explains.

Castiel nods in understanding. "You think it would be a big deal for your dad?"

"That I'm bi?" Castiel nods, trying his hardest to push the damn butterflies away. Dean purses his lips. "Honestly? I think he doesn't care enough to be homophobic."

Castiel looks at him with sad eyes. It's cold comfort. Dean yawns and rubs his tired eyes. "I should go before I get even more pathetic."

"You're not pathetic, Dean. Just tired."

Dean looks at him for a long moment, then shakes his head slightly. "I should find a motel or something."

He gets up and Castiel stumbles to his feet. "You don't have to…"

"Do you have a restroom?" Dean interrupts him. Castiel motions in the direction.

He walks behind the counter, reasoning with himself. Dean makes something long-forgotten stir inside of him. What a difference does it make that he will probably not stay for long?

He licks his lip and goes to work. He's just finished with his task when Dean walks back to his table and gets his bag.

"Here," Castiel says when Dean returns to the counter. "One for the road." He pushes the box with apple pie and a large hot chocolate over the counter.

"Thank you. This really… Thank you," Dean says, too many emotions battling on his face to read them. Castiel wants him to stay, wants to learn every single one of them. But it isn't meant to be.

Castiel watches Dean walk out of his shop and out of his life, and it feels like a much bigger loss than three hours in the same room with a stranger should be.

He takes a deep breath and walks to the abandoned table where his half-eaten sandwich and surely cold tea seem to laugh sardonically at him. He empties the table, grabbing Dean's unused napkin. He narrows his eyes. Is there something written on it?

He turns the serviette around. Might be inclined to find a job in the area. I would ask you out for coffee but that seems a bit redundant. Maybe you have a better idea?

Castiel slumps into the chair next to him. There it is. Dean's number in neatly written digits. Castiel chuckles. Pie Monday is officially his favourite day of the week now.

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[quillquiver]

another chapter of this deancas wedding/honeymoon!fic. thank you @we-all-deserve-to-be-saved for the prompt! 

Castiel is not a morning person.

He likes lying in bed until he’s sore with it, stretching out on the memory foam like a king languishing among his pillows. He likes rolling over onto on a cool patch of sheet, and cuddling into the covers, and hooking his toes over the end of the mattress. Castiel likes holding Dean. Being held by him; tucked up against his chest or with a palm half-sunk into his boxer-briefs. Pressing kisses to neck and shoulders and the line of his hair.

Castiel likes the liminal space he occupies in the moments between sleep and wakefulness, where everything glows. It’s warm and wonderful and he draws it out for as long as possible, the minutes dragging along by way of tender touches. It reminds him of the peaceful parts of angelhood.

So, Castiel is not a morning person.

…But he can become one, for Dean.

Dean likes romantic gestures; not all of them—he isn’t the type of man who likes receiving flowers or chocolates or candlelit dinners. But picking up his favourite beer when Cas notices they’re running low, or staying up late to watch a movie despite being exhausted—kissing him, washing his hair, holding his hand, sitting with him while he works on the Impala… wearing women’s lingerie: these are all things Dean appreciates. Small things. Quiet things.

Cas knows that this is a gamble.

The alarm on his phone barely has the opportunity to buzz before he’s turning it off, carefully sliding out from between the covers. It’s dim, and Cas allows himself a moment to run his hand through the mess of his hair and dig his toes into the soft carpet. A breeze is coming off the water.

God, he hates early mornings.

“Where you goin’?”

Dean’s voice is slurred and muffled. He blindly reaches out and Cas meets him halfway, tempted into cuddling for just a moment longer. “Go back to sleep, Dean,” he murmurs, gently brushing over the pillow lines on his cheek.

“Mmm, w’sss hap’nin?”

“Bathroom,” Cas supplies, depositing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Dean’s reciprocation lags with exhaustion.

Dean frowns. Struggles to open his eyes. “Y’okay?”

“I’m fine,” Cas says. “Go back to sleep.”

“’Kay,” Dean mumbles. “C’m back.”

Cas melts like fallen ice cream on hot concrete.

He carefully extracts himself from their bed, padding into the other room and closing the bedroom door. The sun is beginning to paint the first impressions of light on the horizon; the water is calm—it’s going to be a beautiful day.

Castiel calls for room service.

He orders pancakes and waffles and eggs and sausages, lox bagels, a bowl of fresh fruit, mimosas. An espresso and a latte because Dean would never ask for it himself. “And would you mind putting a rush on this?” he murmurs into the receiver. “I know it’s early, but we’re newlyweds and I’m trying to surprise my husband.”

Cas has learned that the newlywed excuse goes a long way anywhere, but works especially well when paying outrageous amounts of money in a fancy hotel. He expects they’ll also leave the champagne bottle.

Despite the fact that Cas is pretty sure it’s considered impolite to do so, he moves the small table and chairs from the balcony and makes a nest on the marble floor out of spare blankets and colourful pillows from the couch. He tries to mitigate the potential mess by laying down some of their many extra towels. Room service knocks, Cas pulls on a robe, and then the smell of coffee and food starts rousing Dean from bed. Cas pushes the food cart—complete with opened champagne bottle—to the door of the balcony before entering the bedroom.

Dean has kicked off all the covers and is sleeping on his stomach.

There is no moment of thinking about what he wants to do—what he’s allowed; Cas moves without conscious thought, peppering kisses from Dean’s ass all the way to the nape of his neck and then lavishing his attention on his particularly freckled shoulders. “Mmm… smells good.”

“Breakfast,” Cas says.

“S’early.”

“I want to take you on a date.”

Dean’s eyes flutter open. “Now?” he asks, caught between sleep and incredulity.

Cas leans over and presses a kiss to his mouth. “Mm.”

“Sweetheart…” He whines. Cas feels himself start to smile. Dean doesn’t use pet names often, and more recently he’s taken to doing so while complaining; as if the verbal confirmation of his affection will bend Cas to his will. It was laughable until it became endearing—because Cas is sweet on him, and there is no one else Dean feels comfortable whining to.

“Your life is one hardship after another,” he agrees solemnly. Cas slides back down Dean’s body and nips his left asscheck. “Come on. Up.”

“What, we’re not even gonna—”

“After breakfast, Dean. Just come. Please.”

Dean rolls his eyes and grumbles about a different kind of coming. “Man, s’not even light out yet.” As Cas moves to get Dean his robe, he’s caught around the waist and pulled between bowed legs. “C’mon,” Dean needles, nuzzling at him until the robe parts. “A little nookie, a couple more hours of sleep… we can go on a date later.”

“Or we can go on a date now.”

Dean pulls away and looks up at Cas, narrowing his eyes. Cas smiles down at him beatifically, running a hand through his hair and tracing the shell of his in the way he knows turns him to putty.

“…You’re lucky I love you.”

“Yes.”

Dean continues to grumble to himself as he slides out of bed and towards his duffle, frowning when Cas catches his hand. “No need to get dressed.”

“But you said—”

Cas holds out his robe. “Follow me.”

Dean slips the thing on as they pad into the main room, his eyes immediately drawn to the food and coffee. He gives a low whistle. “Damn, Cas. We expecting company?”

And suddenly, the entire thing seems incredibly stupid. Cas dragged them both from the warmth and comfort of their marriage bed on their honeymoon to look at the sun rising, a thing that happens and has happened every single day since the Earth started turning. He did this knowing that neither of them get to sleep like this, or be alone like this, or touch like this—this much and this openly. He doesn’t even know if Dean likes sunrises; if this is one of those things that’s romantic in the wrong way.

“I know you like breakfast,” he says, instead of dragging Dean back to bed.

Dean eyes the set-up outside, turn around and… blushes. Is blushing, down his chest and all the way to the tips of his ears. “So this is, uh—you got up and did all this?”

Cas feels colour rise to his own cheeks. “I didn’t cook,” he says. “Obviously.”

“Obviously,” Dean echoes. He shoves his hands in his pockets. “So, uh, take me on a date, stud.” He looks nervous, Cas thinks, which is ridiculous and relatable all at once. Outside, the rising sun paints swathes of pink and orange across the horizon.

“…Right,” Cas says. “Yes. I will… do that.” He gestures to the balcony. “Please sit.”

They get settled with coffee, for the first time maintaining a respectful distance between them. It’s oddly hurtful, and the longer they remain apart the more awkward Cas feels. He’s practically shaking out of his own skin when he suggests they go back inside. “You’re tired,” he says. “We should just go back to sleep.”

“Wait, why?” Dean frowns. He has foam on his upper lip. Cas wants to kiss it away.

“You’re not having fun,” he continues. “And this was silly, anyway. We should just—”

“Who says I’m not having fun?”

“Dean—”

“C’mon, man, you gotta—” Dean cuts himself off. Shakes his head. “I’m not cut out for this stuff: dates, romance… you gotta know that by now. And I haven’t been with anyone long enough to, y’know, even get to the part where we’re mushy and shit. But… it’s not because I don’t want to. I mean, flowers and chocolate? Not my thing, but you know me, Cas. A-And we’re in love, right?”

Cas swallows thickly. He nods. “I’m in love with you.”

Dean’s huff of laughter is steeped in nerves. “Well, good,” he says. “’Cause I’m kinda crazy about you, too. So—so, why shouldn’t we have a sunrise picnic on the balcony at the fuckin’ Ritz?”

“We should, if you’re enjoying myself.”

“Hell yeah, I’m enjoying myself. Are you?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Drink your damn coffee.”

Cas stares at him for a moment before scooting closer. He wraps an arm around Dean and tugs, relaxing when over six feet of freckled hunter is suddenly plastered to his side. “Okay,” Cas breathes. “Good. This is good. I love you.”

“I love you, too, you loser.”

They come together more softly than usual, tentative in a way they haven’t been in a long time as they kiss. Eventually, Dean gets pulled onto Cas’s lap and shrugs out of the top of half of his robe. “Gonna need to work up an appetite to finish all that food,” he murmurs. He ducks down to suck and bite at the spot on Cas’s neck that makes him weak in the knees.

Cas snorts. “Very subtle.”

“So, uh…” Dean bounces his eyebrows like a lecherous old man.

Cas’s stomach growls. “Can we postpone the exhibitionism until after we eat?”

“There’s no one around!”

He’s smiley when Cas kisses him.

“What would you like for breakfast?” Dean opens his mouth and Cas rolls his eyes. “Besides me.”

“That’s mighty presumptuous of you, Castiel.”

Cas narrows his eyes. “I know you.”

“Yeah.”

It comes out much breathier than probably intended, and Cas can’t be expected not to kiss him. When they drift apart and Dean says, “Little bit of everything?” Cas gets up to make him a plate.

“Man,” Dean sighs, stretching out on the pillows. “This honeymoon thing is awesome.”

Cas hands him a plate piled high with bacon and eggs and pancakes and grins.

It really, truly is.

#we-all-deserve-to-be-saved #destiel wedding #destiel honeymoon #destiel fic #deancas fic #honeymoon!fic #adventures in fanfic

[emotionallyits2009]

deancas fic rec list!

hello everyone! happy christmas to those who celebrate it, my gift to you is my fic rec list that i said i would make like a month ago. the only thing it is organized by is canonverse vs alternate universe. tried to cover a variety of subjects but there are in particular many fics of the genre “postcanon where cas is human and he and dean live together and slowly finally get their shit together” because i know what i’m about, son. HOPE U ENJOY. and if you wanna talk about any of them or rec me other fics please do. :) 

Canonverse:

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo, 30k, explicit “Are you happy? Y’know. Just—being here,” Dean says, gesturing to the yard with his beer bottle. “Being with—I mean, you used to fight in celestial wars and—and save the world. Now you’re growing vegetables and talking about chickens.” There are many fics set in a post-canon universe where Cas is human and he and Dean live together and slowly fall into a relationship. Imo this one is the best of the best of that genre. This was one of the first fics I read back in July when I was getting Back Into Supernatural where I was like oh fuck I’m like in this. Dean builds Cas planters and bookshelves and a chicken coop and they fight and work through it.

Cuckoo And Nest by komodobits, 10k, explicit For a long time, Castiel thought that every earthly possession other than the immediately necessary was excess to requirement. But Dean – Dean who named his car, who keeps a photograph of his mother in his wallet, some thirty-plus years after her death, who still has the crumpled ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign with a sleeping pelican emblazoned on it from the Microtel outside of Roanoke where he first kissed Castiel, clumsy and unsure, under the unsteady fluorescence of an exhausted bathroom bulb – is sentimental. It puzzles Castiel, where Dean draws the line between what is meaningful and what it is worthless. Really Gets the dynamic of Cas doesn’t think Dean wants him to stay/Dean thinks Cas will leave the first chance he gets. Also a nice example of Cas thinking he’s not wanted if he’s not useful/powerful and being told otherwise. Another all-time fave!

lonely hearts by outphastthemoat, 4.5k, gen He thinks he might give up having his own anything just to be able to step foot inside the room next door and sit on the edge of Dean’s bed instead. This one is for the CAS GIRLS who know what LONELINESS feels like.

Helionneiros by aeli_kindara, 24.2k, mature In which Dean visits his mother, and Claire takes Cas on a hunt. I’m always on the lookout for more fic with Claire and Jack. Jack doesn’t show up until the end here but the relationship between Cas and Claire is really nice.

Crawl by aeriallon, 11k, explicit It’s been almost four years since Castiel left Kansas; he'd eventually settled in an island town where he has a job, a house, and a life without the Winchesters. Every winter, Dean drives down to the coast to see him. Another fic where Cas is human but in this one he took some time for himself and got some distance from the Winchesters! He gets to be competent and weird as a human and we love that for him. I must warn you all that this fic contains one use of the phrase “making love” which would normally put me right off but it’s still worth reading. The first of a three-part series.

home where you hold me by microcomets, 1.6k, gen Cas and Dean, in the moments between their battles, ache for quiet spaces. Technically this is a coda to 10x20 but you don’t need the episode for context. Short and very sweet.

Build a Home by domesticadventures, 20.1k, teen After they save the world, Dean expects Cas to come back to the bunker with them. He doesn’t. This one is so cute it’s like what if once they were done saving the world Sam and Dean actually invited other hunters to move into the bunker with them. Obviously Dean wants that to include Cas but doesn’t know how to use his words.

the taste of gravel in the mouth by deathbanjo, 22.4k, explicit This is what Cas gave up Heaven for: greasy diner food, shitty motel rooms with even shittier cable, long car rides spent in complete silence except for the same six tapes playing over and over again, and a burnt-out husk of a man who can barely hold a conversation anymore. Angst fic! They go on a road trip and Dean is severely fucked up post-Mark of Cain.

Unknown Quantities by xylodemon, 8.6k, explicit No one ever tells Dean anything. Another nice getting-together fic.

Creature of Habit by trinityofone, 5.2k, teen The more you love someone, the more you want to kill them. Or: How Cas developed some bad habits, and Dean coped surprisingly well. This one is ancient by destiel standards (written during season 5) but it manages to nail the married couple vibes they give off in later seasons. Cas is a bitch and Dean likes him so much. <3

The (Mostly Accidental) Courtship of Dean Winchester by Tuesday, 11.2k, mature Angelic marriage rites were never intended to go quite like this. Another old one that is a lot of fun! They get Accidental Angel Married and if you don’t enjoy dumb fanfiction tropes like that I don’t know what to say to you.

Vena Amoris and Other Old-Fashioned Bullshit by pyrebi, 4k, teen In which angelic marriage bonds are apparently stupidly easy to trigger, Cas wages multidimensional war in Heaven, Dean can't catch a break like ever, Sam rather enjoys being a dick, love saves the day, and nobody consummates anything. The OTHER accidental angel marriage fic written in 2010. 

Crazy Diamonds by pantheon_of_discord, 24.8k, explicit A week ago, Dean was pulled out of Hell. Now, he’s apparently woken up in 2018, and the angel that a mere twenty-four hours beforehand had threatened to chuck him back into the pit is sleepily pouring himself coffee and wearing Dean’s second-favourite Zeppelin shirt. It all seems like a perfect happy ending, but with Hell’s scars still so fresh, Dean can’t imagine how he could have possibly gotten there. At the same time, the Dean who went to sleep in the bunker, right next to Cas, wakes up on Bobby’s couch in 2008. He’s instantly bombarded with questions by a Lilith-obsessed brother and a man who’s been dead for years, and must decide between keeping his finally-perfect life intact, and the lives he could save by re-writing history. Regardless of these choices, both Deans are trapped in the wrong decade, and their only way back lies with a Castiel still very much under Heaven’s thumb – one who might find the future Dean describes difficult to believe. Time travel is FUN. There’s an excellent part where (minor spoilers) future!Dean is like, “Guess what, asshole? You like me so much you marry me!!!!!!!!!!!” to 2008!Castiel that made me laugh out loud the first time I read it. Also just a good reminder of how most problems in life are temporary and if you could go back in time to talk to your younger self you’d be like, “Hey man. Chill out. You get through it.”

The Path of Fireflies by museaway, 63.7k, mature After his humanity is restored, Dean wakes up in bed with Castiel, a wedding ring, and no memory of the past twelve years. There’s a lot of amnesia fic and djinn fic out there were Dean wakes up ~suddenly together with Cas~ but I like this one in particular because he’s initially very confused and kind of a dick about it until he acknowledges that being with Cas makes him happy.

take the long way home by dothraki_shieldmaiden, 95k, explicit Three months ago, when Dean decided to retire, he thought his life was going to end up differently. He'd thought that he might get to have it all, Sam, Cas, Jack, and nice little place to live. Instead he gets Sam and Jack off on their Summer of Love Tour, radio silence from Cas, and a never-ending road trip consisting of himself. Still reeling from the loss of his grace, Castiel travels the country in search of hunts. Driven by a need to prove his usefulness, he pushes himself beyond all limits of endurance. Together, with the help of a few friends, a crumbling Victorian house, and a stray cat, Dean and Castiel patch themselves back together and create a home together. Do you wanna read almost one hundred thousand words of Dean and Cas having extremely intense feelings but refusing to voice them aloud? Haha of course you do that’s why you’re here. There’s also a lot about Cas adjusting to being human and being depressed about it which might resonate if you’ve ever felt weird about having a body. To be honest the author could stand to use a few more commas but there were also half a dozen moments that made me put my phone down and drag my hand slowly over my face and whisper “oh my god” to myself which is like, the ultimate measure of a good fanfiction so it gets to be on the list.

like moses and batman and james dean by saltyfeathers, 31.6k, explicit dean used to turn tricks. over a decade later, he met cas. Have you seen the fanon (apparently pioneered by Mr. Jackles “Original Deankin” Ackles himself) that Dean used to prostitute himself to feed himself and Sam when they were younger? Are you interested in exploring that concept in fanfiction? Well, this is the only fic you need. Mind the tags on this one! It’s not what I’d call happy but it’s good.

Some Assembly Required by narrow_staircases, 47k, mature It’s September of 2005, and Dean Winchester, in an attempt to outrun old mistakes and painful memories, finds himself in southern Kentucky on a wild goose chase. He’s completely certain this weird religious movement he’s “investigating” is a hoax, despite the miraculous healings people report, and he’ll be back on the road in a day or two. Things are looking up when he meets Cas, an awkward (and gorgeous) graduate student who’s actually doing honest-to-god research into the local tent revival meetings. When that research takes a weird and personal turn, Dean’s left to face two very serious realities: one, this may be a real case after all, and two, he’s fallen way harder for Cas than he should ever have let himself. Stanford-era AU of Dean trying to avoid his father and getting in over his head on a case.

Alternate universe:

And This, Your Living Kiss by opal_bullets, 57k, mature Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen. Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The  professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen. Mundane AUs in this fandom have to be really, really good to catch my attention and this one is! It’s exactly what it says in the summary and the characterization is spot-on. 

Out to Drift by deathbanjo, 20.9k, mature Dean drives a black car with a loud engine. He lies too easily. He keeps a gun in the back of his jeans, and Castiel isn’t sure, but he wouldn’t be surprised if Dean has killed someone before. Two people in fucked-up unstable situations meeting and forming a connection. Honestly guys I really just love deathbanjo.

#fic #deancas #destiel

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Sam/Dean x Autistic!Sister!reader - Christmas

Hi it's finally almost time for Christmas which is my favorite season so I have a request could you do Autistic sister reader with Sam and dean , fixing up the bunker with lights and decorations , reader is happy stimming and ends up hugging onto her brothers which they love it too , super fluff and just pure happiness ( they're my comfort Characters brothers ) - Anon💜

The boys didn’t have a choice in this at all, you had gone out, brought all the stuff and brung it all back with the help of Castiel.

“(Y/N) we can’t decorate the bunker.” Dean sighed.

“We’ve Not had a Christmas in years please dean?” You pleaded, “It’ll be great and I’ll clean up!”

Dean shared a look with Sam who just smiled and nodded, then he turned back to you, running a hand down his face with a little smile.

“I can never say no to you, Can I?”

“Nope, you love me too much!”

You instantly got to work, grabbing some lights you ran out of the war room and into the library with Castiel trailing behind you just in case.

You were smiling from ear to ear, humming Christmas songs under your breath while decorating.

Dean and Sam took a moment to watch you.

“She loves this time of year.” Dean said softly.

“It’s one of the only times she can relax.” Sam nodded, “even as a kid she loved it.”

“Did you get her anything?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, loads, did you?”

“Loads is stuff.”

The boys nodded to one another, they were going to try and make it the best Christmas you’d had in years.

They paid attention to what you wanted throughout the year, and got them while you weren’t looking, then hid all the presents in parts of the bunker they knew you wouldn’t go to.

“Cas can you help me?” You asked.

“Of course. With what?”

“I need to put these up along the bookshelves, but can’t keep moving the chair.”

Castiel walked in front of you and turned around, letting you sit on his shoulders you swung your feet slightly in happiness as the angel took you around the shelves to hang up the lights.

Next came the tree, which your brothers or uo for you, and they helped you decorate.

They couldn’t help but notice that smile on your face, and the fact that your hand was tapping against your leg repeatedly.

“How about me make a cake too, I know you like baking.” Sam suggested.

“And maybe a pie for you favourite brother.” Dean grinned.

“Christmas pie!” You cheered.

The boys laughed and finished off the tree.

It took hours to decorate the bunker, but when you were done, you stood back and smiled bouncing on your feet with energy and happiness.

“What do you think?” Dean asked softly.

“I love it!”

Grabbing them both by the hand, you pulled them in and hugged them tightly.

The boys laughed and hugged you, waving Castiel in to join.

You were still bouncing up and down with happiness as you hugged your family, staring at the bright tree in the middle of the library.

You couldn’t wait to start making Christmas food and singing songs with the boys, that was the thing you looked forward to the most

[poohkeepsee]

I was going through my AO3 bookmarks, and I wanted to organize them a little bit. These are my Dean/Cas canon-ish fic recs.

season 5

canticles  by  2street2car Words: 10,311     Chapters: 1

“But you know something? If I couldn’t get you laid, at least I gave you a good first date.”feat: footsies at a Ruby Tuesday, stargazing, the recreation of an iconic "Dirty Dancing" scene (no, not that one—the other one), and practicing for When You're With A Girl.

FTBYAM MY BELOVED

post season 6

Someone Who's Feeling For Me  by  ellispark  Words: 45,876     Chapters: 1

Dean sees her for the first time in nearly six years in some no-name town in Idaho, and it's panic at first sight.

Lisa Braeden, the one woman Dean ever actually had a shot at a real life with, back from where he buried her in his mind. And her hand is on Cas's arm like it's no big deal, like it belongs there. Cas, Dean's dorky, sweet, badass, angelic best friend, and he's just standing there next to Lisa and not moving her hand away.

Dean feels the jealousy rising, and it's not directed where he expected it to be. Because it takes this exact moment for Dean to realize he's in love with his best friend. He's in love with his best friend, and Lisa is looking at Cas like he's the best thing since automatic rifles, and Dean is utterly fucked.

post bunker

Sun Can't Set Until Nine  by  LeverDrift Words: 67,939     Chapters: 16

Cas moves into the bunker as his powers start to fail. Dean doesn’t know if the arrangement is as permanent as he wants it to be. He's also not sure why he keeps dreaming about his friend. All he knows is that he wants Cas to stay. Overall warnings: canon-typical miscommunication & Dean having self-hatred issues.

Life Skills  by  ilovehowyouletmefall           Words: 26,052     Chapters: 3

After Metatron steals Castiel's grace, and Cas comes to live in the bunker, Dean spends a lot of time with him, sharing all of his favourite things. Dean can't help it if sharing things with Cas just makes everything better. Besides, it's Dean's job as Cas' friend to introduce him to the joys of human life. To teach him how to be human.  And if one of the experiences they end up sharing is sex with women, well... that's just part of Dean's job as Cas' friend too, right? The desire is triangulated, the rituals are intricate.

Sam Stole My Boyfriend  by  sobsicles    Words: 8,445     Chapters: 1

“Dude, you’ve been staring at me a lot lately, like even enough that Sam noticed. More than usual. So, like, what’s up?” Dean pauses, purses his lips and reconsiders. “What did I do?”

Cas knows that would be a perfect time to confess to Dean what exactly happened and what he was thinking. Maybe, Dean had some insight into the situation or even some kind of comfort to offer. But, the longer that he sat there, he realized that he could not tell Dean absolutely anything. So instead, for the first time, Cas fumbled.

“Um,” Cas mutters and abruptly stands. “Freckles?”

Dean blinked up at him as Cas pivoted and left the room. There was only one remaining option he had and unfortunately, it involved Sam.

Aching in the Absence of You  by  sobsicles Words: 95,090     Chapters: 10

Brittle and battle-worn, Cas looks at him over coffee one morning and says, "I need to go," and Dean instantly knows that he's not coming back.

He's not really sure how he knows it, but he does. It settles into the pit of his stomach, curling hot and tight like something he instinctively wants to tear out with his bare hands. He takes a breath, and it gets stuck in his throat, hitching there. It hurts, hurts, hurts when he finally exhales.

"Yeah," Dean says, "of course you do," and he nods jerkily as he looks down at his phone. He doesn't say goodbye. He doesn't look up from the screen when Cas gets up and leaves the room. He doesn't finish his coffee, or move for a long time.

By nightfall, Cas is gone.

'Communication'  by  JustAnotherSamlicker Words: 11,656

The same story told from two perspectives.

Dean bought a house and he and Cas fix it up.

Is Dean moving out? Is Cas moving in?

Should they just talk to each other already? (Yes they should)

Build a Home  by  domesticadventures Words: 20,102

After they save the world, Dean expects Cas to come back to the bunker with them.

He doesn't

season 10

The Most Important Thing  by  NorthernSparrow Words: 94,462     Chapters: 14

Jimmy Novak remembers nothing of the last six years. Reunited with his troubled daughter Claire, he's struggling to raise her on his own. The most important thing is to make Claire happy. But why does he keep having these dreams of wings, and of two men in a black car? (Canon-divergent from S10E11, when we first met Claire again and Dean was still struggling with the Mark of Cain. Takes places several months later).

season 12

Heroes for Ghosts  by  pantheon_of_discord Words: 42,922     Chapters: 7

Canon-divergent from 12.08

After Sam and Dean are arrested, Castiel is left alone and scrambling to find them. He knows they’re locked away in a government facility, and he’s still able to hear their prayers, but no matter how he tries Castiel can’t seem to track them. He chases leads and even attempts to hunt on his own, but Mary is AWOL, Crowley refuses to help, and Castiel’s options are running out.

Weeks pass, Castiel’s hope dwindles, and through it all Dean prays, keeping them connected. His voice is comforting, frustrating, and occasionally annoying, but in his solitude Castiel comes to cherish it. But then one day, without warning, Dean stops praying, and Castiel is forced to confront some uncomfortable truths about his feelings.

season 13

i want to do with you (what spring does with cherry trees)  by  sobsicles   Words: 74,173     Chapters: 8

Dean keeps going back.

When he arrives, it's always to blooming flowers and a windmill in the background, not too far from a brook, the sun painting the plains.

He likes it there. He likes to stand in front of the makeshift urn and check that it's still where he put it, switching out the flowers when they wilt. He likes to listen to the sound of birds chirping, insects singing, the faint sound of water trickling in the distance. He likes to turn his face up and feel the sun on his skin, wondering if Cas would do the same if he were here, somehow knowing that he would.

He likes to talk.

There's never a response, but Dean feels the breeze rustle through his hair and watches the flowers bob when bees come to them and stares as the windmill keeps turning, turning, turning. And he imagines that Cas is replying—the windmill is the tilted head, the bobbing flowers are a gentle smile, the breeze is whatever words Dean wants to hear at the time.

Sometimes, it's almost like he's there.

Trial and Tribulations of Raising a Nephilim  by  Sickandtiredofyou Words: 14,910   Chapters: 6

Dean has far too much on his plate, losing his mom, his best friend and now being a single parent to a newborn nephilim.

In which Jack is an actual newborn instead of a teenager.

post season 13

dumbassery, denial, doing (the three d's to the destination)  by  sobsicles           Words:     108,427     Chapters:     4

Freedom is just one adjustment after the next.

Cas hums again. "I think you already have. It's been months since everything settled. All that's left to do is...get used to it, and perhaps—" His voice stalls out, uncharacteristically, and his gaze roams Dean's face with intensity. When he speaks next, his tone is a little raw. "Perhaps what one does with peace is...whatever they want."

"What if I don't even know what that is?" Dean grumbles, arching an eyebrow in challenge. "'Cause I know damn well you don't just mean good food and a good bed and time in Baby, not simple wants like that. You mean—ya know, the big things, the wants we didn't get to have before."

"Yes," Cas agrees. "If you're not sure, figure it out."

"Easier said than done."

Reasons to read this:

Dean reads a story that ends like despair and his reaction is FUCK THAT

Cas wears Dean's hoodie

Jack is a toddler

The Jack and Claire sibling energy we deserve

Eileen being awesome and pulling pranks with Dean while Sam thinks she's an angel

Sam knows

YOUR HONOR THEY'RE IN LOVE

First Date  by  aeli_kindara Words: 8,968    Chapters: 1

“We should go on a date. You and me.”

Castiel wishes he could see Dean’s face. He wishes he had any idea what to say.

“I’m asking you out, Cas.”

Also known as the Dean Winchester makes the first move fic.

season 14

Broken Road  by  thegeminisage Words:     109,629     Chapters:     7

A 14.13 Lebanon rewrite. When Dean uses a wish-granting pearl to try and kill the archangel Michael before he can escape the cage in Dean's head, they instead wind up with a newly-resurrected John Winchester.

It's been more than a decade since John died, and a lot has changed: Mary is alive, Sam and Dean have what passes for a proper home in the Men of Letters Bunker, and they're living with angels. John doesn't know angels are real, he doesn't know about the fragile new relationship between Dean and Castiel, and most of all, he doesn't know that Dean said yes to Michael, or that Dean's plan to defeat Michael would send him to a fate worse than death.

Now Dean must contend with both his father asking questions he can't answer, and his loved ones learning about the darker truths of his childhood, all while constantly battling the archangel trapped inside him. But Dean coming to terms with his history may be the difference between this being the beginning of a journey—or the end.

post season 15

fools and pilgrims  by  lagaudiere Words: 31,904     Chapters: 2

Claire shows up at the bunker a day before Dean was planning to leave, with her hair cut short and a fresh tattoo on her left arm under a bandage. Chuck is dead, Jack has given up his godlike powers, and Cas is back from the Empty, which doesn't make it any easier for Dean to talk to him. Suddenly finding himself in a world without monsters, supernatural forces, or any need for hunters, Dean's solution is to go on a road trip. Claire tags along.

Dean-Claire mirror fic post Despair

what's missing is found (our souls can exhale now)  by  sobsicles Words: 27,403

It's not the first time Claire has ever gone missing. It is, however, the first time Kaia panics about it. Dean's dragged into the mess, but he soon finds that it's the best thing that could have happened to him.

canon(?) au  (Hunters and Men of Letters)

Dean Winchester's Secret (Angel) Boyfriend  by  reluctantabandon, Winter_of_our_Discontent Words: 11,191     Chapters: 1

Dean Winchester isn't exactly a team player. So when he starts mentioning a new Hunting partner, Ellen and Jo Harvelle aren't sure whether they should be worried or relieved.

But they're starting to get the feeling there's something important Dean's not telling them about Cas...

Shot Through The Heart  by  peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim) Words: 11,191     Chapters: 1

Dean is a hunter.

Castiel is a Man of Letters.

And even though they have to work together on a regular basis, there is not much sympathy between them. Castiel thinks Dean too brash and reckless while Dean in return sees nothing more in the other man than a rude asshole with an obsessive love for books and a truly terrible fashion sense.

But fate clearly has a funny way of throwing those two together over and over again.

And somewhere along the way feelings change into something neither of them would have expected.

#destiel #deancas #fic recs

[spn-fangirl-fiction]

Supernatural Preferences: Coffee

Dean: Although Dean is a culinary genius in the kitchen, he always prefers to get take out and whether that be for a double bacon cheeseburger with extra fries on the side or his favourite Coffee (Americano/no sugar of course, because, as he always likes to oh so diligently remind you; he’s sweet enough) Dean always prefers to get in his 67 Chevy Impala and drive to the nearest Gas-N-Sip rather than simply switch on the coffee machine and wait a hot minute and although you gripe every single time about the money he wastes on the daily trip for his cup of Joe, you secretly adore how every morning without fail he religiously makes the trek to fetch his coffee because never once has he not brought you one back too. Even if you are still sleeping when he slips out, you always wake to find your coffee thoughtfully decanted into a travel mug from its flimsy paper counterpart so it’s still warm when you finally awake, smiling all the while as you drink it and become energised for the day, not only because of the caffeine working its way into your system and waking you up but also because of the knowingness that Dean always thinks of you. And when you finally venture into the heart of the bunker to find the boys and discuss what the plan for the day is, your eyes always make sure to meet Deans first so you can mouth a “Thank You” slightly toasting your mug in the air with one hand and placing your free hand over your heart in gratitude as Dean smiles knowingly in return with a quick nod and a wink in response.

 Sam: Sam LOVES his froothy coffees (as Dean calls them) and spends hours dabbling with his stupidly complicated cappuccino machine, creating new flavours and cold brews and although you are never usually a fan of the doll house sized coffee cups and ‘Iced Mocha Latte Frappe-whatever-cino’, instead preferring quantity over quality, with Sam you enjoy everything about the cozy little ritual; from the anticipation as he comes up with an exciting new flavour combination for you to try, to the child-like fascination and wonder he creates in you as you watch him work the stupidly complicated contraption with ease, to the sparkle in his eyes as you faithfully sample his latest creation and it inevitably becomes your new ‘favourite’. Sam always grins triumphantly but jokingly chides you with suspicion, complaining that they can’t ALL be your favourite and that might well be true if anyone else was to be his Guinea Pig, but for you, every coffee Sam attentively makes for you automatically becomes your favourite because you are doing your favourite thing of drinking coffee with your favourite person, Sam.

 Castiel: During the long and weary hunts out on the road you often find yourself flagging from tiredness due to a lack of sleep and in a grouchy mood due to (crappy gas station food induced) low blood sugar. No more so than when you are on an all-night stake out with a stoically quiet Cas riding shotgun and you feel yourself start to nod as sleep threatens to pull you under. Within these ‘not quite asleep, not quite awake’ moments you feel a twinge of confusion play in your mind as a slight breeze flutters across your face, unsure if you had left the back window in the Impala open again or you were hazily dreaming it. Then you smile despite your exhaustion as the familiar aroma of chocolatey coffee rises up, filling your nose with its dark yet comforting scent and you look up to see Cas holding out a pink and white candy-striped paper bag with a kind smile, full of compassion for your fragile human condition. The stimulating snack is courtesy of Cas and his Grace flying him half way around the world to Belgium where he buys the best Belgium Chocolate Covered Coffee Beans money can buy for you to munch on and keep you alert whilst you wait patiently for the monster to show up. And for this brief and perfect moment in time, with your angel by your side and your favourite treat to indulge in, you feel a peace and contentment that all is right with the universe.

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