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TEXTS FROM CAS Dean is NOT a single lady

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Do you ever just read other people’s writing and then look back at your own and go:

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↝The corners of Castiel's lips turned up to form a warm smile and he kept his eyes on Dean as his hands got to working the button and zipper on her jeans. He was trying his damnedest not to seem too eager. But, at the same time... It was near impossible. He had never felt a want like this before. And as nervous as he was, the closer he got to being with her, the more desperate he found himself becoming. He was fighting back every urge to just rip her clothes to shreds and have his way with her, hard and fast. But he didn't want to do something wrong. He didn't want to end up hurting her because he was being careless. So he fought back those urges, for the time being.

↝Slowly, almost painfully so, he slid Dean's pants down her legs, pressing light kisses to her thighs as he did so. His breathing was starting to becoming heavier, his heart racing in his chest. There was just one more article of clothing before she was completely naked beneath him... Biting down lightly on his bottom lip, the angel finally removed Dean's underwear, throwing them to the floor as well. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of the woman before him. Leaning down, he gently kissed her lips and whispered, "You're beautiful, Dean..." One hand rested lightly on her hip, while the other continued to move lower, longing to explore her. Gingerly, his thumb slipped past her folds and ran over her sensitive bead. He shivered lightly at the sensation of touching her so intimately, and held his breath in anticipation of how she would react. 

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↝Castiel's smile fell when Meg admitted that she almost didn't show up. Not that he really would have blamed her if she bailed. He'd understand. But still... The thought bothered him, as weird as it was for him to admit that... But as she continued to explain, his smile slowly returned to his face, and he felt his heartbeat pick up its pace a bit. A soft laugh slipped past him and he nodded his head. "A break is definitely needed, yes..." He loved Sam and Dean, but... They were a little overwhelming sometimes. It was good to be around someone else every now and then. And then... before he even knew what he was doing, the angel leaned in closer to Meg, so their faces were only inches apart and whispered, "Thank you, Meg..." before lightly touching his lips to hers. 

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↝Castiel  didn't have the heart to explain to ean that he had never been a little boy. He'd always been an angel, working hard under the orders of God instead of playing games and having fun. And despite how grown up the child seemed to be at this age already, Castiel didn't really think Dean would understand anyway. It was too complicated for a child to comprehend. So, instead, he listened carefully as Dean explained how to play with Sam. It was amazing how such a small boy could already have so much responsibility...

↝He knew all of Sam's favorite games, and even remembered to make sure he kept an eye on the baby when playing with small toys. Castiel looked down at the older Winchester brother and gave his head a small pat. "Alright," he said with a nod. "Let's try peek-a-boo first then." He looked down at the baby once again, making sure to catch his eye. When he was sure he had Sam's attention, he covered his face with his hands and murmured, "Where's Sammy...?" He waited a beat, then uncovered his face so Sam could see him again. "There he is!" He then looked over at Dean to find out if he had done it correctly. 

Sammy calmed a little at the gently touch and gurgled up at him curious at the stranger. Dean said, “Must not be very fun doin’ all work an’ not playin’. It musta been hard when you were littler. O.k., I’ll teach you the best I can. In order to play peek-a-boo. Sammy hasta be payin’ attention to you and then you hide your face with your hands askin’ “Where’s Sammy?” an’ the quickly remove your hands sayin’ “there he is!” An’ you do that until either you or he is bored. He also like to play with blocks, although you gotta make sure he doesn’t put them in his mouth he might choke.”

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↝Castiel hated this question. On the rare occasions where he actually stopped to talk to a stranger and he mentioned that he was in town for business, they always asked what it was that he did. And it's not like he could come straight out and say that he was an angel. That he was hunting paranormal beings and damning demons to Hell. No one would believe something like that... No normal person, at least. So, stifling a sigh, the brunette man offered a small smile and gave her the same answer he gave everyone. "Extermination."

↝When he was asked about his partners, his smile widened the slightest bit. He couldn't help it though. Sam and Dean were a weak spot, in a way, for him. They were his friends and they meant the world to him...He paused for  a moment to think about how he wanted to go about describing the WInchester brothers. After a couple seconds of silence, he finally spoke again. "They're my best friends. They can be a lot of trouble sometimes, but we've been through so much together." He gave a soft chuckle. "They're brothers, but they treat me as if I'm their blood as well." They made him feel wanted... 

↝The angel cleared his throat and gave a quick shake of his head, trying to pull himself out of his sentimental thoughts and back into reality.  His blue eyes widened in alarm when she said why she wouldn't be able to stay around her family for too long. "Murder them...?" he repeated softly, the slightest hint of fear in his tone. "You would really murder your own family...?" 

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“Business?” she asked, a small smile spreading on her face. “What kind of business do you do?” If he wasn’t in one place for long, then it must be a relatively easy job. Or maybe he worked for a big company. He was sure dressed like it. “You have partners. What are they like?” She detoured into the shop, standing at the end of the line. “Oh, I don’t think I could stay long around them.” she gave a dark chuckle. Maybe my brother, but not any of my other kin. Oh no. I think we may murder each other.”

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↝Castiel's smile fell the moment Meg mentioned Crowley being after her. This unexpected need to offer Meg his protection suddenly overwhelmed him. His expression softened, becoming one of obvious worry. He hated the idea of Meg constantly being on the run. Though it wasn't much different from his situation with the Winchesters, he was still displeased to hear Meg living that way. He knew that she was fully capable of taking care of herself, but... He wanted to keep her safe. He wanted to be by her side, should anyone or anything come after her. "We make quite a pair, don't we...?" he murmured, giving his head a small shake. "Constantly on the run by monsters that want us dead..."

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Meg sat and listened carefully to him, smiling slightly. Honestly, she could watch him talk for hours on end with out him stopping and without getting bored. She nodded at the Sam and Dean bit, knowing all too well how many times they had needed rescued before. And she also knew how much they meant to the angel. They were his friends, some times his only friends and she knew that. Then he turned to her her, and she sat up a bit, lowing her gaze upon realizing how much she had been staring. “Well…I’ve been to every state there is on this place. Crowley’s been out for my head since he found out I was kicking and…well yeah. That’s about it. Running for my life.” she nodded. 

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↝Castiel gave a small nod of understanding, then took another sip of his tea. He could only imagine how hard it must be for Samandririel to suddenly take on the role of a teacher's assistant, especially at the collegiate level. That wasn't to say that she wasn't smart. He was sure the woman was brilliant. But it just wasn't realistic. And he was sure there was something far more suited to her anyway... "I wish you luck in finding the occupation that best fits you then," he said sincerely.

↝When she questioned him about his own job, the corners of his mouth turned down a bit and he gave his head a small shake. He drained the last bit of tea that was in his mug, sitting the cup gently on the counter, before speaking again. "This is my job," he said softly. "I'm working alongside two hunters to put an end to all of this. The seals... Demons running lose... This is what I do." 

↝A soft sigh passed his lips as he thought about his current vessel. The life Castiel lived was certainly different from the one this human once had. Running his fingers through his hair, he sighed again. "My vessel though... His name is Jimmy... He used to be an AM radio sells provider. It wasn't anything very luxurious, but he seemed happy..." And Castiel had taken that from him. Jimmy's life, his wife and daughter... Sometimes, he couldn't help but be filled with guilt, even though Jimmy had chosen to accept the angel. 

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{Ϯ} Nodding in understanding and agreement to Castiel’s logic, Samandririel leaned back in her chair, crossing a leg over the over and thought for a moment herself before Castiel brought her back to the present. She looked up at the man and blinked, momentarily confused. Then she realized what he’d asked and a small smile appeared on her lips.

“Ah… Well, I’m still trying to get everything sorted out right now, really,” she told him softly over the rim of her mug. “The human in which I use, the woman’s name was Chelsea and she was a teacher assistant at a college here in town. However, as I don’t have her knowledge of her job other than that, I have to find something else best suited for me rather than her.”

Samandririel was silent again, thinking of the people her vessel had left behind and they didn’t even know. Considering Chelsea had so suddenly dropped to death, and then Samamdririel took over her body, no one in Chelsea’s life actually knew their real Chelsea was gone forever… Perhaps it would be wise to move to a new town rather than stay here where she was living…

Shaking her head free of those thoughts, the fallen angel, looked back up to Castiel, taking a sip of her tea. “What of yourself? Do you have a job, since you have a human body as well?” she asked him gently, not knowing his history with his vessel’s body.

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8x13 -> outfits

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Sam’s and Dean’s changing trough the years! The Winchester brothers back then and now.

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