glimmeringsunset

[glimmeringsunset]

╰➤ˎˊ˗𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓑𝓸𝓽

Castiel Novak: Training an Angel

When Castiel walks into your living room one quiet morning and declares he needs to “learn how to interact socially with humans,” you think it’s just another one of his odd, literal statements. But his request turns out to be far stranger and funnier than expected.

𖤐˚ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓐𝓘 𝓑𝓸𝓽 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽

[glimmeringsunset]

⋆.˚✮🎧𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘?🎧✮˚.⋆

.ᐟ 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Dean Winchester x reader | contained love

⭑.ᐟ 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: none

⭑.ᐟ 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: Growing up as Bobby Singer’s daughter, you’ve always been surrounded by monsters, weapons, and the Winchester brothers. Dean has been a constant in your life—first as a childhood friend, later as a hunting partner, and always as the quiet, unspoken crush you never shook off.

⭑.ᐟ𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

You were raised among weapons, old hunting manuals, and stories that your father, Bobby Singer, told you in the late afternoon. He has always been your inspiration, the man who never gives up, even when everything around him seems to beg for it. However, deep down, you knew he was keeping a secret: the incessant worry for you, the only daughter in a universe full of monsters and darkness.

Dean was always there, along with his brother Sam, when their father would leave them at your father's house. You have always been friends, but there was always something stronger between you and Dean, something that even in your teenage years you couldn't figure out, or couldn't manage to.

You watched him from your bedroom window at the beginning of the night as he walked through the old car parking lot after a tiring day. His eyes were green like the jungle, he hummed along to what he heard on the radio, especially classic rock songs that his father played in the car, which, even though they were well-known songs, sounded like secret tunes that existed only for you.

Deep down, you felt that you had no chance, you were just the daughter of the man who took care of him when his father dropped him off there, a simple childhood friend, who made him and his brother have fun, almost forgetting the difficulties life brought them, but that was it, there were other girls out there, many scattered in every city he had passed thru. You knew about his reputation, even in his teenage years he was already going from girl to girl, never having anything serious, even though all those girls would do anything to be his real girlfriends, including you, it made you wonder: "Will you never know?"

Years went by, and despite the bustle of life, the intense routine of hunts, travels, and losses, Dean continued to be, in a way, the highlight of your days, a silent refuge you kept in your heart.

Now adults, you didn’t meet to play among the cars in the junkyard parking lot, nowadays you argued about monsters, read the old books from your father's collection (even though he didn't want to), and even hunted together from time to time. The situation had changed, there was a new weight, a tension that took your breath away whenever Dean suddenly appeared to ask for help with something.

You tried to capture those moments, like someone creating mental photographs, each contained smile, each gaze that lingered a bit longer than usual. All this to keep, aiming to have a memory for the difficult days, when loneliness became oppressive.

However, the conversation between you two became increasingly difficult, with you losing your breath whenever he made a joke, and him forgetting everything around him when you explained something to him.

You woke up in the middle of the night and found the kitchen light on. Dean was there, with a bottle of beer in hand, and some already empty ones scattered across the table.

You approached slowly, wanting so much to say something, something simple and true, and maybe not so scary. "Hey, just so you know..."

Dean looked away for a moment, chuckling softly, and replied: "I know." I know you're there, trying to find the words. Believe me, I do too."

You take a deep breath and start again, "Look, I know that maybe... probably... you'll just leave and go on with your life, but I hope that when you find everything you've been looking for, your life leads you back to my door"

"Yeah... if I find it..." Dean sighs and hands you a beer, and as always, you both go back to acting as if nothing happened, but now with a bit of hope, after all, you never know the paths of life.

[glimmeringsunset]

taylor and supernatural? girl lets get MARRIED right how

they are THE BEST combo ever!!

[glimmeringsunset]

── .✦𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓑𝓸𝓽

Sam Winchester: The present at the door

A quiet night at the bunker turns upside down when Sam Winchester opens the door to find a baby in a basket, along with a cryptic note claiming, “It’s yours.”

✮⋆˙𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓐𝓘 𝓑𝓸𝓽 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽

[glimmeringsunset]

༘⋆ Requests are open, and i'll make them as soon as i can.

༘⋆ I write about: Sam Winchester, Jared Padalecki, Dean Winchester, Jensen Ackles , Castiel Novak, Misha Collins

༘⋆ I recive them: ♡´- one shots: through my inbox ♡´- bots: here

༘⋆ Things I refuse to write:

✖ anything about incest, like wincest (it's so shitty and disgusting, go get treatment)

✖ anything related to any type of discrimination

✖ violent things (in the sense of the character attacking the reader or doing something that I feel uncomfortable writing)

༘⋆ If you want to be on my taglist, go here

༘⋆ Iif you want to see my bots, go here

༘⋆ If you want to see my one shots, go here

[glimmeringsunset]

･*࿔.⋆❀°𝑷𝒐𝒑𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏, 𝑺𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓’𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 °❀⋆࿔*:･

.ᐟ 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Dean Winchester x reader | fluff

⭑.ᐟ 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: none

⭑.ᐟ 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: After wrapping up an easy case, you and Dean settle in for a horror movie marathon at a dingy motel.

⭑.ᐟ𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

The motel you were staying at had a really shitty vibe, but it would do. The case was over, everything was resolved, no one was seriously hurt, just a few scratches, everything perfect for a quiet night. It was just you, Dean, and a bag of popcorn.

“Ready for a horror movie marathon?” you say excitedly.

Dean raises his eyebrow and smiles slightly. “Please. Nothing Hollywood does can scare me. I hunt real demons and ghosts. This will be easy.”

You hold back a laugh; he always says that when you have free time to binge-watch horror movies.

Dean set his laptop on the wooden table and lay down next to you on the bed, grabbing a handful of popcorn. “I bet I'll finish it, while you'll be cowering behind the pillow in the first scene,” he teased.

“I bet you won't.”

“It's worth a massage tomorrow.”

“Done.”

The first hour of the movie was uneventful, with predictable scares and that tense, cliché soundtrack that warned when something was about to appear. Dean commented on the scenes as if he were a professional critic. “Look at this crap. How can anyone stay alone in a dark basement? They're asking to die.”

But then came that scene.

Total silence.

Slow motion, almost no music... and suddenly, a pale figure appeared in the corner of the screen.

Dean jumped so high that half the popcorn fell on the floor, followed by the blanket. “What the hell was that?” He put his hand to his chest, panting.

You couldn't help yourself and burst out laughing. “This is going to be easy, right, Winchester?” you managed to say between laughs, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye.

“It was just a hunter's reflex, no big deal.” He approached you, putting his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

“It doesn't matter, what matters is that I won the bet.”

Dean frowned indignantly. “Won the bet? No way. That was a surprise attack, it doesn't count.”

You raised your eyebrow. “Surprise attack? Dean, it was just some big white thing popping up on the screen.”

“A horrible thing, so it doesn't count.”

“Okay, hunter, but don't forget the massage oil tomorrow,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Oil?! That wasn't part of the deal.” He feigned horror.

“Now it is,” you replied with a mischievous smile.

The rest of the movie passed with laughter and teasing, you weren't even paying attention to the movie. And when the last scene rolled, Dean was already half reclined, holding you close to him as if that were the most important part of the night, and in fact, it was.

[glimmeringsunset]

── .✦𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓑𝓸𝓽

Sam Winchester x reader: Meet the Parents (and Survive)

Bringing Sam Winchester home to meet your family was supposed to be simple — as long as he stuck to the plan: be charming, keep the supernatural under wraps, and avoid terrifying your parents. But with embarrassing childhood photos, Sam has to survive the ultimate test — dinner with your family — without blowing his cover or his chances with you.

✮⋆˙ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓐𝓘 𝓑𝓸𝓽 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽

[glimmeringsunset]

╰➤ˎˊ˗𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓑𝓸𝓽

Castiel Novak x reader: Jealousy and Soda Bubbles

An ordinary night at a hunters' bar takes a turn when an unexpected reunion awakens in Castiel a feeling he barely understands: jealousy.

𖤐˚｡𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓐𝓘 𝓑𝓸𝓽 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽

[glimmeringsunset]

»-♡→ 𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓑𝓸𝓽

Jared Padalecki x reader: Convention Chaos

All Jared had to do was attend a quick convention panel, and all you had to do was survive the day until the babysitter arrived. But when a sudden emergency leaves you alone with your toddler, your only option is to bring her along.

⭑.ᐟ One more bot!! You can see more bots of mine on my 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓐𝓘 𝓑𝓸𝓽 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽

[glimmeringsunset]

𓂃 ོ☼𓂃 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𓂃 ☼ ོ𓂃

.ᐟ 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Castiel Novak x fem!reader | fluff

⭑.ᐟ 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: none

⭑.ᐟ 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: When Dean suggests a rare beach getaway, the last thing anyone expects is for Castiel to join — and to take it very literally. Between seagull-print shorts and sunscreen disasters, the angel finds himself experiencing more than just sunshine and sand.

⭑.ᐟ 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Dean was the first to suggest it. “Let's take a few days off. No hunting, no ghosts, no demons. Just the beach, beer, and no one dying.”

Surprisingly, Sam agreed quickly, and you accepted, because who doesn't like to relax?

The most unexpected thing was that Castiel agreed. “Days off?” He asked, with that confused look on his face. “At the beach? I've never been to one, what's so good about them?”

Dean raised an eyebrow and rested his elbows on the kitchen table, already with that little smile of someone who is about to say something silly. “Lots of things, beer, sand stuck in inappropriate places, hot girls in bikinis, right in front of you...” Before he could continue, you slapped him on the shoulder. “Don't teach Cas nonsense.” Sam sighed, “You didn't go 10 seconds without talking crap.

Dean opened his mouth, ready to say something else, but you raised your finger. “No. You're not going to traumatize the angel before we even get to the beach.”

“Hey, I'm just helping him understand human complexity!” Dean protested.

Castiel looked at you, still confused. “So... the beach is an environment with a high level of physical activity and... sweat?”

“Something like that,” you said, trying not to laugh. “I don't think that would be pleasant for someone with normal psychological conditions...” “Which is not our case,” Sam argued. “That makes sense, since that's the case, I'll go.” You smiled. Of course he wanted to. Even without fully understanding, Castiel always chose to be with you. And just like that, the trip began.

The arrival at the cabin was smooth—surprisingly smooth, considering that you, Sam, Dean, and an angel were on vacation for the first time in existence.

While you and Sam unpacked, Dean took a quick shower.

The arrival at the cabin was peaceful—surprisingly peaceful, considering that you, Sam, Dean, and an angel on vacation for the first time in existence were together.

While you and Sam unpacked, Dean went to stock the fridge, and Castiel... disappeared.

It was only when you heard the bedroom door open that you saw him.

Cas was wearing seagull-print shorts and a ridiculously large straw hat.

You blinked.

Dean looked and coughed up his beer.

Sam didn't even try to hide his laughter.

“Cas... what is this?” You ask, your hand covering your mouth, trying really hard not to laugh.

“This is what humans wear at beach parties, right? Dean said it needs to be light and cool, so I opted not to wear a shirt.”

Castiel took two steps toward the door, ready to enjoy the sunny day, but before he could leave, you pulled him back. “Why are you all white like that?”

“I put on that white liquid you guys use.”

You frowned. “Liquid...?”

Dean's eyes widened. “For God's sake, Cas, how much sunscreen did you put on?”

Castiel held out his arms to show you, he was covered in sunscreen, from his legs to his face.

“I wanted to make sure I covered all the parts exposed to solar radiation.” Sam put his hand on his face. Dean was already crying with laughter. You went over to him with a towel, trying to help him and remove the excess sunscreen. “I'll teach you how to use it, sweetie" you say, laughing. “Are you laughing because you love me or because I failed?”

“Both.”

After leaving Cas with an acceptable amount of sunscreen, you finally went to the beach. You arranged your things in the shade of a palm tree, opened the sunshade, and spread out your towels.

Dean immediately took off his shirt and ran into the water shouting, “Atlantis, here I come!”

Sam sat in the shade, laughing at his brother almost drowning in the waves. You started to take off your jeans shorts, over your bikini—a cute crochet bikini, perfect for the occasion.

You looked at Cas, who in turn was looking at a crab with such concentration as if he were a surgeon performing brain surgery.

“Are you going in the water?” you asked.

“Yes, I checked today's weather and sea currents, there's no risk of drowning.”

“Wow. How romantic,” you said sarcastically.

He looked at you and smiled slightly. “Want to come with me?”

“Only if you promise not to scare anyone with those horrible shorts.”

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared and returned shortly after wearing normal navy blue shorts with no seagull print and no hat. “Is that more appropriate?”

“Much more,” you smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

The water was delightful.

You walked hand in hand with Castiel, feeling the sand sink beneath your feet with every step. He seemed amazed, as if absorbing every detail, the smell of salt, the sound of children laughing in the distance, the sun's glare reflecting off the surface of the sea.

“That's... nice,” he said, with a calm but enchanted expression.

You smiled. “See? Taking a vacation is better than you thought.”

“Yeah... I guess so.” He submerged himself up to his shoulders and then turned his face toward you, as if seeing you in a new light under the sun. “You're beautiful,” he said simply.

“Thanks, Cas,” you said, feeling your cheeks flush.

Without realizing it, the water carried you away from where you were, to a more secluded spot where all you could hear was the gentle sound of the sea and the distant cries of seagulls.

“You're very quiet,” you said, floating on your back with your eyes closed, your arms open as if you were embracing the ocean.

“I'm just watching you.” He sat down on the sand, you hadn't gone very deep, and pulled you gently closer, making you sit on his lap. “Did I tell you you look beautiful?”

You smiled and snuggled up. “Yes, many times.”

Castiel rested his chin on your shoulder, his arms wrapped around your waist as if he feared the sea might carry you away. His touch was warm, even with the cold water around you. And for a moment, everything seemed frozen in time, as if the world were just the two of you, floating together in that vast blue expanse.

“This is perfect, and strange, how can something so huge bring so much peace?” He murmured.

“I don't know, but I think if you look it up, you'll find some poetry talking about it.”

“I don't need poetry, you're like the sea, sometimes calm, sometimes rough, it's hard to predict.”

You giggled, tilting your head to the side to face him. “That was poetic, Cas.”

“I'm reading, I want to be able to tell you how I feel.”

“You're doing great,” you whispered, touching his face affectionately.

You and Castiel got out of the water and spent some time looking for your sunshade.

When you got there, you found Dean almost melted into the towel, with a beer in his hands and sunglasses on. “Look who's back, have you guys stopped with the ‘honeymoon’ session yet?”

Sam, who was sitting reading a book under the sunshade, didn't even take his eyes off the page. “Dean, do you realize how many times you've been unbearable today?”

“On vacation, Sammy. I don't realize anything. Nor do I want to.”

You laughed and threw yourself on the towel next to him. “You're talking as if you didn't almost drown and scare all the kids on the beach trying to pretend to be a shark.”

“It was a great performance,” Dean tried to defend himself.

“If the shark had drunk five beers first,” you retorted when you noticed that Castiel was still standing next to you, like a statue. “Come here, angel, lie down with me.”

He hesitated at first, but soon gave in, lying down beside you, resting his head on his elbow, watching you with that curious look he used as if you were a mystery he wanted to slowly unravel.

“Cas is going to leave here tanned and in love,” Dean says with the last of his dignity.

“I was already in love before...” Castiel replies, but you interrupt him with a quick kiss. “Cas, relax.”

The small smile that appeared on his face was one that warmed you more than the sun. He reached out and touched your face with his still slightly damp fingers, tracing the curve of your cheek, and pulled you closer, joining your lips with his in a slow kiss.

Dean muttered something like, “Oh my God, I'm going to throw up rainbows,” but neither you nor Cas paid any attention.

And there, on the sand, to the sound of the waves, the wind, and the laughter around you, you both lay down side by side. Castiel looked up at the sky and then at you.

“I'm happy,” he said.

You smiled, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers. “Welcome to vacation.”

[glimmeringsunset]

✶⋆.˚ 𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓑𝓸𝓽

Dean Winchester x reader: Lost Bet

When an innocent bet between hunters goes wrong (for Dean, of course), he finds himself forced to spend an entire day doing whatever you tell him to do.

⋆˚࿔ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓐𝓘 𝓑𝓸𝓽 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽

[glimmeringsunset]

🐈‍⬛𝜚˚⋆ 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 ⋆˚𝜚🐈‍⬛

.ᐟ 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Dean Winchester x reader | fluff

⭑.ᐟ 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: none

⭑.ᐟ 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: A simple hunt in a small town ends with you, Sam, and Dean taking home much more than scars—in this case, five abandoned and starving kittens. While you and Sam fall instantly in love, Dean does everything possible (and impossible) to maintain his tough hunter facade.

⭑.ᐟ 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

The hunt was simple: a revengeful spirit in a small town. You, Dean, and Sam were staying at a cheap motel with an air conditioner that made more noise than it did cold air.

After “killing” the spirit of a grumpy old man who still haunted his old house, you were on your way to the Impala when you heard a low sound coming from an alley. “Do you hear that?” You walk down the alley looking for the source of the noise.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Please, no. Ghosts, werewolves, and demons are enough. Now you want to save a mouse?”

“Be quiet! Listen...” Meows. Several. Thin, insistent.

You crouched down, and among the trash and old boxes, you found one with five kittens inside. They were newborns, barely able to open their eyes. They were huddled together, trembling, and meowing as if calling for their mother who never returned.

“Oh my God...” you murmured as you picked up the box. You looked at Dean with the sweetest eyes you could muster.

“No, no way.”

“Dean...”

“We live in an underground bunker. This isn't an animal shelter!”

“They'll die if we leave them here.”

“They'll destroy my car.”

“They don't even have teeth yet!”

Sam arrived at the end of the conversation with a small smile on his face. “You know you lost, Dean.”

Dean snorted, looking annoyed by the situation, but ten minutes later you found yourself in the back seat of the Impala with a box of five kittens meowing nonstop in your lap.

Days later, when you arrived at the bunker, you improvised a large bed with old shirts and blankets. You and Sam named the kittens: Bowie, Ozzy, Jagger, Freddie, and Robert.

Dean pretended not to care, even calling the kittens “furry monsters” or “professional scratchers,” until, to the surprise of zero people, you caught him with Jagger sleeping on his chest on the couch while he watched Die Hard. And when you showed up with your cell phone in hand to take a picture, he tried to throw a pillow at you without moving, so as not to wake her up.

The next day, you saw him with Ozzy in the kitchen. “Man, you have to learn to use your litter box, my kitchen deserves to be clean, and without the smell of your stinky piss.” Ozzy didn't seem to care, ignored him, and went straight to you.

“What do these fur balls have against me?” He crosses his arms, almost annoyed at being ignored.

“Nothing, they just... love me more.” You smile smugly. Ozzy walks past you, then goes to Sam and rubs against his shoes, then goes to the couch and lies down there.

Dean snorts, “They're going to scratch my couch.”

“They won't scratch the couch,” Sam tries to defend the cats, but when he looks at the back of the couch, he sees Bowie scratching everything in sight. Sam mentally thanks Dean for not seeing this. You notice it too, and see Sam trying to stand in front of Bowie.

“Why are you standing there?” Dean is suspicious.

“Nothing, just stretching...”

“You're standing still. Like a statue.”

You had to turn away to hide your laughter.

Sam tried to change the subject:

“Hey, what about that hunt Charlie emailed us? Looks like a werewolf.”

“Uh-huh. Okay. I'll check it out later. But if I catch any of those furry demons destroying my couch... it'll become a rug.”

As soon as he finished saying that, Freddie climbed onto the arm of the couch, slipped, and fell right into Dean's lap, who automatically caught him on reflex.

Dean froze. Freddie purred.

Freddie settled himself on Dean's lap and began to knead his jeans with his paws, his eyes half-closed in pure pleasure.

“Are you going to leave him there?”

“Yeah... he's comfortable.”

“So you're comfortable with that too?”

“It's just because he's purring. And the bunker is cold. Cats are warm.”

“Dean. You're spoiling the kittens.”

“I spoiled Sam less when he was a baby. Look how absurd that is.”

Sam raised his hands: “I can't even argue with that. He's right.”

The next morning, you went to the kitchen and found Dean wearing an apron, while Jagger walked between his legs and Robert watched everything sitting on the counter, his tail curled around his paws.

“Are you... wearing an apron with kittens on it?” You try not to laugh.

“It was the only clean one, is there a problem with that?” Robert meows shortly after, as if reinforcing Dean's question, ‘Yeah, is there a problem?’

“No, no problem.” You picked up your cup and tried not to laugh too loudly.

Dean turned around, and then you saw it: Robert was wearing a small makeshift collar—made from a red ribbon—and a plastic skull pendant. 

“You made a collar for the cat?”

“Yeah, it suits him, kind of badass.” Dean picked Robert up with an exaggerated sigh.

Robert meowed, as if in approval.

And so, the bunker became a cat sanctuary for the three of you. You and Sam started calling Dean “the cat guy,” but of course, you never said it to his face, because if he heard... well, you'd better have an escape plan ready.

[glimmeringsunset]

🫧✩‧₊˚𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒔˚₊‧✩🫧

.ᐟ 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Sam Winchester x reader | confort

⭑.ᐟ 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: none

⭑.ᐟ 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: After a long, dirty, and near-fatal hunt, you and Sam Winchester return to your motel room carrying more than just mud and blood—you carry the weight of fear, uncertainty, and the urgent need to be together.

⭑.ᐟ 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

The hunt was long. And dirty.

With mud up to your knees, monster blood everywhere, and tension that only ends when you feel safe with each other.

You return to the smelly motel, which has been filled with silence. A heavy silence, one of exhaustion. Sam barely spoke on the way. Neither did you. You were too tired for words.

You went straight to the bathroom, took off all your clothes, threw them in a corner, not even wanting to think about how to get all that monster goo off. You turned on the shower, letting the warm water, something rare for a cheap roadside motel, fall on you, letting it take all the weight off your shoulders, or at least part of it.

You closed your eyes, trying not to think, just feel. The water ran down your hair, shoulders, back, washing away the dirt, the tension... the fear that always came afterwards.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't hear the bathroom door opening, or the sound of clothes being removed, you only realized there was someone else with you when you felt two strong arms hold you around the waist. You didn't even have to open your eyes to know it was Sam, so you let yourself relax in his arms.

He didn't say anything. He just rested his forehead on your shoulder, breathing deeply, as if the simple act of touching you was a relief after everything. His body was warm, even under the warm water, and his presence was steady. Real. A silent reminder that you were alive. And together.

For a while, the only sound was the water hitting the old tiles and the calm rhythm of your breathing. Gradually, the tension that clung to your skin—heavier than any physical dirt—began to dissolve.

Suddenly, Sam decided to break the silence. “I thought... I wouldn't come back,” he whispered, his voice so low it was almost lost among the drops from the showerhead.

You turned, still in his embrace, to face him, running your hand over his stubble. “I'm here. We're here. Together.”

He rested his forehead against yours, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. For a few moments, Sam was not the experienced hunter, nor the intelligent man. He was just Sam, your Sam. “I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to you.”

You stroked the wet strands on top of his head, pulling him closer. “You'll never have to find out.”

He opened his eyes and stared at you, making sure to memorize everything about you, even though he had done so many times before, and hugged you again, sliding one hand up to the back of your neck, resting your head on his chest.

You remained like that for minutes, maybe even hours, time dissolving in the warmth of the water and the safety of a mutual embrace. A shelter from everything outside.

Until the shower water became very cold, he looked at you and gave a tired smile. “Shall we go?”

You nodded with a small smile, your lips trembling slightly—not from the cold, but from that exhaustion that goes beyond the body.

Sam turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, drying you completely with great delicacy, as if you were a porcelain doll, and also dried your hair. You did the same for him, even though Sam refused at first, but with a few kisses and caresses you managed to convince him to let you brush his hair.

Sam watched you as you put on one of his T-shirts, and his eyes softened a little. It was as if seeing you there, dressed in something of his, made everything more bearable.

The motel bed was too small for both of you, but you managed anyway, with you sleeping completely on top of him, as if Sam were a second mattress for you.

He didn't complain—he never complained. Quite the opposite. Sam slowly ran one hand down your back, sliding it affectionately, as if he still needed to make sure you were really there. The other rested on your waist, firm, protective.

“I like it when you sleep like this,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with sleep, but full of honesty. “It reminds me that you're okay. That we're okay.”

You lifted your face, just enough to look at him. “You hug me as if the world were ending,” you whispered, jokingly.

He gave a small, melancholy smile. “But it might end, and if it does, I want to be like this with you.”

You caressed his face, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingers, then the outline of his lips. “Then we'll stay like this. Until the world ends.”

Sam closed his eyes, surrendering to the touch, the presence, the moment. “Promise?”

“I promise.” You leave a quick kiss on his lips before laying your head back down and closing your eyes.

And so it was, in a cheap motel room, still smelling of earth, rain, and clean skin, that you fell asleep.

In silence. But no longer the silence of tension or fear, it was the silence of relief, of love.

[glimmeringsunset]

𐙚 ༘˚˖✿ 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 ✿˖˚ ༘𐙚

.ᐟ 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Castiel Novak x reader | fluff

⭑.ᐟ 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: none

⭑.ᐟ 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: All you wanted to do that night was lie on the couch. But when a hesitant knock sounded at the door, you didn't expect to find Castiel Novak with the strangest (and possibly stolen) bouquet you'd ever seen.

⭑.ᐟ 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

You were lying on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, looking like a burrito, when you heard a knock on your door, but not a normal knock, more like someone who was unsure whether they should be there.

You drag yourself to the door and open it, coming face to face with Castiel, who looks more nervous than you've ever seen him look with that angelic face of his. He's holding a bouquet that's strange, to say the least, because they look like the same flowers your neighbor plants, but I choose not to think about that.

“Hi Cas, is everything okay?” You try not to laugh, but let out a slight smile.

“I... yes. Yes, I'm fine.” His eyes were fixed on the bouquet as if it were a bomb about to explode. “I brought them for you.” He held out the flowers with both hands. As soon as you take them, his face turns red.

“I love them, but... did you steal them from my neighbor?” You can see some roots still attached to the stems.

“‘Stole’ is a very strong word,” he muttered, uncomfortable. “I noticed that humans consider flowers a romantic gesture. And Dean said I should do something romantic.”

“You asked Dean for help?” You laughed, shaking your head. “And what did he tell you to do?”

“Well, he said to declare my feelings first, then ask you out, and then ‘dance in the sheets,’ but I didn't understand what that meant. Is it important for a relationship to dance on top of duvets and blankets?”

“We can skip the last part.” You smiled. “Just... do whatever you think is best.”

Castiel took a deep breath. He closed his eyes for a second and sighed. "I like you. A lot. I like the sound of your voice when you read aloud. I like how you smile when you think no one is looking. I like it when you explain bad jokes to me. I even like the way you cut pizza.“ He took a step forward, taking one of your hands. ”And... I'd like to be your boyfriend. Or romantic partner. Or... human companion. The term still confuses me, but..."

You interrupt him. “You want to be my boyfriend? Really?”

“Yes,” he replied immediately, his eyes fixed on yours. “Unless you don't want to. In that case, I... I can pretend I was just delivering random flowers. It's not illegal, I checked.”

You burst out laughing. “That's the cutest proposal I've ever seen.”

“So... is that a yes?”

“That's a yes, Cas.” You reach up and pull him by his tie, kissing him gently. The kiss is quick, light—a soft touch of your lips on his, which are surprisingly cold, perhaps from nervousness.

When you pull away, he stands still, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, still processing what just happened. When he finally came back, he said, “That was... nice.”

Your smile faded. “Nice?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“In the best sense of the word, of course. It was like... hearing your voice say my name. It was... warm. And... soft. And... my knees feel like they're going to give way.”

You snorted a laugh and ran your fingers through his hair, messing it up even more. “All right, you're forgiven. But next time try not to sound like you're talking about a restaurant.”

“Well, I can try to be more poetic.” He thinks for a few seconds. “Your lips touched mine like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy morning, bringing warmth to my cold mind.”

You blinked, surprised. “Wow, Cas, that was... very poetic.”

“I studied for this moment.” He said it so seriously that you had to laugh.

Cas looks inside your house. “Can I come in? Even though I don't understand what ‘Dance in the sheets’ is, I can try. From the way Dean talked about it, it seems important.”

You pull him inside. “No, we're not going to do that, not yet. For now, let's stick with pizza and a bad movie, like a really cliché retelling of Cinderella.” You sit on the couch, watching him do the same. “But...why did you ask him for tips? He thinks ‘romantic food’ is a hamburger with extra bacon.”

“I don't know, just... he always gets attention from women, I thought he might have something useful to say.”

His eyes scanned the room, recognizing the place, but with a new attention to detail. The blanket thrown on the couch, the pillows with various patterns. He turned to you. “Your house smells like you. That's comforting.”

“I live here, Cas.” You smiled, pulling the blanket over you both.

“And now, as your boyfriend, I can stay here longer, even sleep with you, right?”

“That sounds good, but you don't sleep, so why are you going to spend the night here?”

“Watching you is enough. I also saw during my research that boyfriends spend time cuddling until they fall asleep. I'm going to do that with you, even if I don't sleep.”

“That's right, and we can start now. What do you think?” You open your arms, letting him lean on you.

“That... that's perfect.” He sighs, and you can feel all the nervousness go away.

And so began the strangest, sweetest, and unexpectedly cute relationship of your life—with Castiel Novak trying to understand the mysteries of human love, and you falling in love with every second of the journey alongside him.

[glimmeringsunset]

── .✦𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓑𝓸𝓽

Sam Winchester: Coffee, Pancakes and Love

The sun has long since risen when you're awakened by the smell of fresh coffee and chocolate chip pancakes. When you open your eyes, you find Sam Winchester with a smile on his face and a tray in his hands.

notes: another bot coming out!!! You can see more of them on my 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓐𝓘 𝓑𝓸𝓽 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽

[glimmeringsunset]

˙⋆✮𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒔, 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 ✮⋆˙

.ᐟ 𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Dean Winchester x reader | fluff

⭑.ᐟ 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: none

⭑.ᐟ 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: While Dean and Sam are out on a routine hunt, you're left handling diapers, bottles, and a particularly energetic baby girl who seems determined to surprise everyone. What starts as a typical day at the bunker turns into a life-changing one when your daughter takes her very first steps — and says her very first word: "Daddy."

⭑.ᐟ 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

The day started like any other, changing diapers, breastfeeding, and playing, but that gets harder when Sam and Dean are out hunting, but you try to cope.

The two left for a routine hunt, probably a vengeful spirit. Dean promised he'd be back today, but it's already 5 p.m. and neither of them has arrived. You tried not to panic. He always came back. Injured, angry, sometimes smelling bad — but he came back.

However, the baby didn't seem to mind. In fact, she was very excited, playing, even trying to talk and stand up on her own. You had seen her like this before, but today she seemed different. You picked up your phone and started recording, sat down a little away from her, and, extending your arms, called her to come to you.

“Come, my love. Just one little step.”

She smiled, that toothless smile, and took a hesitant step. Then another. And another.

Your heart almost stopped.

You screamed. Loudly.

The poor baby ended up falling backwards from the shock, but you picked her up immediately and spun her around in the air, making her laugh.

“My God, I can't believe it!” You smiled and kissed her cheek. “You walked!” She clapped her little hands, laughing and drooling on you, proud of what she had done. Your mind had completely forgotten about time, about your worries, until you heard the roar of the engine. The engine.

“Daddy's coming...” You murmur to her as you kiss the top of her head.

First Sam enters, looking unharmed, which relieves you, and then Dean enters, his face sweaty, his hair tousled, and a small cut on his eyebrow—nothing new—but with that crooked smile that took your breath away from day one. “Well, I'm in one piece, as promised.” You run to him, laughing. “You lost!” “Lost what? Dinner?” He looked confused. “No, you hungry bastard! She took, like, three steps, until I yelled and she got scared... but she walked!”

Dean froze. Sam, behind him, widened his eyes. “She... she walked?”

Dean picked her up in his arms, as if she were the most precious thing in the world. And she was.

“She... she walked?”

Dean picked her up in his arms, as if she were the most precious thing in the world. And she was.

“Did you walk, my princess? Without Daddy?” He asked with a smile of pure enchantment.

The baby looked at him curiously, with a little drool running down her chin, and smiled as if she were planning something.

And then, as if waiting for the right moment to shine even brighter...

“Daddy.”

Dean froze. He literally froze. You and Sam held your breath at the same time.

“She... she said that?” Dean asked, almost in a whisper.

“She did,” Sam confirmed, stunned. “She called you Daddy.”

The baby, sensing the reaction, decided to repeat it, now placing her little hands on Dean's face. “Daddy!”

Dean let out a shaky laugh, his eyes shining in a way few people have ever seen. He pulls you into a tight hug. “She called me...”

“Of course she did, she knows who you are,” you smile.

He looks at the baby. “My heart wasn't ready for this, you know?” Dean laughed, his voice breaking.

“You look pale,” Sam commented with a mischievous smile. “Would you like some water, or would you rather pass out?”

Dean laughs again, this time more freely. The baby laughs along with him, as if she understands the joke.

“You're my baby girl,” he says as he kisses her face several times, making her laugh. “I love you.”

You take her from his lap and put her on the floor. “Let's show Daddy what you learned earlier, okay?”

The baby clapped her little hands in the air, excited. You stand her up, right there, a short distance from Dean. He sits on the floor with his arms outstretched. “Come to Daddy, sweetheart.”

She stood still. For a second, she just looked at Dean, her little eyes fixed on his. Then she took a step. Hesitant, but determined.

“That's right, keep going, princess,” Dean whispered, his eyes watering.

Another small step. And another. Until she reached him and fell into his arms.

Sam smiled and you tried not to scream. Again.

The baby hugged him with her short little arms and let out a squeal of joy, as if she knew exactly what she had just done.

“You did it! You walked to me,” Dean smiled and cried at the same time. “I didn't know it was possible to feel this way,” he murmured, pulling you into another hug.

“Now you do, and you'll feel it again when she starts eating solid food, which, by the way, starts next week.” You smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

“My heart can't take it,” Dean said, in his dramatic way.

The baby pulls on the collar of his T-shirt and excitedly says “Daddy!” again.

“Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you,” he murmurs and kisses her forehead.

And in that bunker so accustomed to chaos... joy has arrived and is making itself felt. With two clumsy little feet. And one word that changed everything.

[glimmeringsunset]

✶⋆.˚ 𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓑𝓸𝓽

Dean Winchester x reader: Back in Bibs

Married life brought unexpected joy, especially in the form of your baby girl, who completely stole Dean’s tough-guy heart. Now eight months old, she’s become the center of your world—and apparently, Dean's newest rock recruit.

One more bot!!! You can see more of then on my 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓐𝓘 𝓑𝓸𝓽 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽