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Home, part nine

Warnings: NSFW, smut

A/N: this is the final part of this series! this is set at the same time as 9x09. I hope everyone had a great holiday season and wish everyone a very happy new year!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven Part Eight 

As the smoke cleared and the persistent whine of the fire trucks’ sirens finally stopped, Castiel absentmindedly thanked the firefighters, looking beyond them to your trembling form crumpled on what was left of your front stoop. The trucks drove off as he made his way to you, unsure of how to begin to comfort you. His shoes came into your line of vision and you sniffled, wiping a stray tear away as you lifted your head to meet his apologetic stare. You saw the sympathy and inexplicable guilt swirling behind his brilliant blues, and gave him a small smile, prompting him to hold his arms open, eager to hold and comfort you.

You let out a shaky chuckle, standing to gratefully melt into his embrace. Strong hands gripped you tighter to his chest and rubbed up and down your back, engulfing you in his warmth. “You know, it’s funny,” you said after a moment, pulling away just enough to look up at him. Castiel gave you a quizzical look, raising an eyebrow to prompt you to elaborate. “It’s like I’m finally getting the closure I didn’t know I needed. I’m-” you paused, searching for the right word. “I’m almost relieved. It’s like a fucked up ending to a fucked up chapter of my life,” you explained, glancing up at Castiel, whose expression softens at your words. 

“I’ve always admired your tenacity, the steadfast determination you have to create a silver lining out of utter devastation,” he murmured into your hair, holding you closer. You stay like that for a while, finding comfort within each other’s embrace before you finally wriggle out of his hold. 

“We can go apartment hunting tomorrow, the realtors are probably closed by now and besides, I don’t think I have it in me to look at any tonight,” you sighed, reaching for your phone to check the time. When you glanced back up, you’re met with a knowing look. Furrowing your brows, you stood a little straighter, unsure of what Cas could be getting at. “What?”

Cas looked back at you and sighed. “I think it’s time to call Dean, Y/N,” he said gently. You bristled at the thought. 

“Yeah and what? Beg him to let us back in the bunker? I don’t think so,” you scoffed, not believing the incredulous suggestion from the former angel. You turned on your heel, not wanting to continue the conversation.

“Y/N,” he said softly, putting his hand on your shoulder to stop you from walking away from him. You sighed, releasing your tensed muscles. Deep down you knew he was right but you didn’t want to admit it. You knew that you couldn’t keep giving Dean the silent treatment, declining his calls and not responding to the numerous texts he’d sent you since you left. 

“I know,” you said finally, turning around to face him. “I know,” you repeated. “But,” you started, smoothing the wrinkles from the front of his flannel, “We’re gonna have some fun first.” Castiel catches the glimmer of mischief in your eyes before you shift to your tiptoes to give him a quick peck on the cheek. 

Castiel sat anxiously in the car as you drove the two of you to the old dive bar in town. He wasn’t too keen on social interactions, as he’d stated before that his “people skills” were “rusty”. However, after shooting you a quick glance and seeing you smile while humming whatever song was currently playing, he felt himself smile and relax a bit. Soon enough, you pulled the truck into the lot and hopped out. Taking a deep breath, he followed suit. 

Castiel followed closely behind you as you made your way through the establishment and into an empty booth. He sat down and shrunk into the vinyl, suddenly overwhelmed at the sound of music blaring from the jukebox and dozens of people talking loudly over the music. He flinched as two bikers barreled past the booth and again at the sound of glasses clinking at the bar. 

“Hey, angel, relax” you cooed, taking his hand from across the booth. His wide eyes found yours and you watched the rapid rise and fall of his chest start to slow. You flipped his hand over in yours, lightly tracing the lines of his palm, further soothing your overwhelmed lover. A pang of guilt suddenly washed over you as you remembered how apprehensive he is in places like this. You looked back up at him and gave him a soft smile. 

“We don’t have to stay,” you murmured only loud enough for him to hear. “We can leave whenever you want,” you said, giving him an earnest look. His features softened even further and his tensed shoulders slowly relaxed. He gave you a sheepish smile. “No, I want to stay. It was just...overwhelming at first,” he assured you, tightening his fingers over yours. 

You opened your mouth to speak again when suddenly you heard a high pitched squeal followed by your name. You tensed and whipped around as a familiar face came bounding towards the booth. “Liz?” you blurted out, somewhere between a question and an exclamation. You sprang out of the booth in time for her to throw her arms around you, the momentum almost sending the both of you to the floor. You pulled away beaming at each other with I can’t believe its and is it really yous falling from your mouths. You watched her eyes glance from yours to Castiel’s and back, quirking up an eyebrow. 

“Oh!” you exclaimed. “Cas this is Liz, we went to school together. Liz this is Cas, my-” you cut yourself off, suddenly self conscious and acutely aware at the fact that neither of you had taken the liberty to label your relationship. Castiel glanced between you and your friend, settled his gaze on Liz, and extended his hand.

“Boyfriend,” he finished for you proudly. Your heart leapt in your chest and you beamed at him. Liz accepted his hand and shook it. 

“Cas, huh. Is that short for something?” she inquired, taking back her hand. 

“Castiel,” he clarified. Her brows furrowed, wheels turning in her mind, before they shot up. 

“Castiel” she repeated gleefully, turning to you with a smile. “Like one of the angels we read about in theology!” she exclaimed. At this unexpected revelation, Castiel’s brow furrowed as he shot you a questioning glance. You felt your cheeks burn, refusing to meet his stare. You opened your mouth to try and backpedal from the subject but she kept going. 

“You know,” she said, turning to a very confused Castiel. “Castiel was probably my favorite angel to learn about. Angel of Thursday, right?” she asked turning back to you. You gave her a stiff nod, still not daring to look over to your former angel. “I always thought the translation of his name was fitting, shield of God, you know, seeing as he was probably heaven’s greatest warrior.” She continued singing the angel’s praises, not noticing the soft blush creeping up his face, nor the well of tears threatening to spill over his lashes as he stared at the two of you with an awe-like wonder. 

She abruptly cut herself off, chuckling, and put a hand on your shoulder. “I’ve blabbed on enough. It was really nice seeing you, Y/N. Text me and we can catch up more!” She gave you one last hug before disappearing back into the crowd. You stayed facing the direction she ran off in, feeling the former angel’s stare burning into you and unwilling to turn to meet it. 

“Y/N,” you heard him say in a strained voice from behind you. Taking a deep breath, you turned to face him, careful to avert his gaze. “Look at me...please,” he implored softly. Mustering whatever courage you could scrounge up, your eyes slowly lifted to his. His brows were softly furrowed with a whole range of emotions swirling behind his wet eyes. You were surprised to see he wasn’t angry as you had anticipated. Instead, he looked at you in a mix of adoration and confusion. His upper lip twitched as he struggled to form a coherent sentence for you, his mind racing and crowded with too many thoughts.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he finally settled on. You bit your lip trying to find the right words. 

“Well, to be fair, you were kind of terrifying when I first met you,” you admitted sheepishly. His eyebrows rose slightly and the corners of his lips tugged upward. He closed the distance between you, placing his hands softly on your hips, tugging you even closer.

“You thought I was terrifying, hm?” his voice now several octaves lower than usual. You gulped, becoming increasingly aware of the heat pooling between your thighs. Castiel smirked, enjoying his obvious effect on you. He hummed, watching you struggle to form a response to him, eyes darkening with lust. Castiel leaned down, breath ghosting your ear and hands tightening their grip on your hips. “I’d like to test that theory, if you wouldn’t mind,” his words like velvet, contributing to your intoxicating arousal. 

He released his grip on your hips, took a step back from you and looked around the bar, feigning disinterest to mask his lust blown eyes. “Unless of course you would like to stay,” he said smugly. 

“No!” you croaked out, cursing yourself for sounding so desperate. Castiel’s smirk grew at your sudden outburst. You cleared your throat, trying to regain some composure. “I mean, that’s okay, the beer here is crap anyway,” you said cooly. Castiel narrowed his eyes at you, seeing through your obvious attempt to hide your eagerness. Luckily for you, he was feeling merciful. He tilted his head at the door. “Shall we then?” he proposed, taking a step towards the door. You practically tripped over your own feet trying to follow him out.

The two of you got back into the car and you pulled out your phone to get directions to the nearest motel, cursing under your breath when you realized the closest one was still a 20 minute drive. Sighing, you turned the key in the ignition and started your drive to the motel. Castiel’s ears perked at the sound and placed a calming hand just above your knee, giving you a comforting squeeze. You caught his meaning, be patient. 

About 10 minutes into the drive, his hand made its way up your thigh tantalizingly slow before making its way back down to your knee. You gripped the wheel tighter, trying not to focus on your growing arousal. On the next upwards stroke, Castiel shifted his hand to the inside of your thigh before bringing it back to your knee, causing you to jerk the wheel slightly. Castiel let out a light chuckle, continuing his ministrations. On this pass, the tips of his fingers barely brushed past the apex of your thighs. You let out a sharp sigh, shooting him a quick look of annoyance. “Cas,” you said in a mock warning, but he saw past it. 

“Hmm?” he hummed, bring his hand back up to your clothed sex, lightly tracing everywhere but where you wanted him most. Castiel enjoyed watching you squirm, trying to focus on the road in front you you while also desperately wanting to chase your release. He could only imagine how soaked you must be at this point, the thought contributing to his own growing arousal. He could feel his pants tightening and looked down at the bulge steadily growing. Swallowing a growl, he returned his attention to teasing you, trying to ignore the blood rushing to his hardening member.

“Cas,” you gasped, slightly panting at this point. He looked up to see your knuckles gripping the wheel, brows tilted up and gaze still locked on the road. “Please,” you said in a strained whispered. He hummed again, lowering his hand back down to your thigh, the opposite of what you were asking. An involuntary whimper escaped your lips and you shot him a quick confused glance. He stared straight ahead with a smug smile on his face. “Patience,” is all he said.

The remaining three minutes to the hotel were torture. As soon as you pulled into the lot, you yanked the door open and struggled to keep yourself from running to the front desk. Castiel gave you an amused smile and followed you into the lobby. 

“Single, please,” you said as you thrust your card toward the woman at the desk. She quirked up an eyebrow glanced between you and Castiel, smiled to herself, and checked you into a room. You took the key from her and quickly found your way to your room. Upon entering, Castiel closed and locked the door behind him before turning to you with an almost predatory look. 

“Strip,” he commanded firmly. Your eyes widened at his sudden dominance and your fingers began blindly ridding you of your clothing. He watched you undress with lust blown eyes, savoring every inch of your body. “On the bed,” he instructed as the last article of clothing left your body. You vehemently nodded and scrambled to the bed, waiting for his next instruction. He shrugged out of his flannel and tshirt, slowly undoing the buckle of his jeans as you licked your lips in anticipation. Stepping out of his jeans he made his way over to the bed and crawled over you. You gasped as his cock brushed against your center as he made his way up to kiss your neck. Supporting himself on one elbow, his free hand roamed down you body to cup your aching heat. A moan slipped past your lips as he ran a finger through your soaked folds.

“My poor honeybee,” he cooed in your ear. “Absolutely dripping for me, hm?” he just barely grazed your clit, and you moaned again, bucking your hips fruitlessly. The coil in your belly was overwhelming, every nerve in your body already on fire from pure need and his teasing. He grazed your clit again, eliciting a choked sob from your trembling body. “You’ve waited this long, honeybee, what’s a little while longer,” he teased in a honeyed voice. The thought of waiting one more second set your heart racing. 

“Cas- please..not tonight...need you now. Please,” you strained, palming him through his boxers. With a grunt, he obliged, peeling himself off of you to rid himself of the last article of clothing separating the two of you. He chucked them into the corner of the room and crawled back up to you, catching your lips in a deep kiss. Your tongue swept his bottom lip, begging for entrance. He happily granted it, deepening the kiss and gently rocking his length against your pussy. 

You reached between you to line him up with your entrance and rocked your hips up, imploring him to sink down. Castiel slowly lowered himself into you, breaking the kiss to choke out, “is this alright?” before continuing. 

“Nngh Cas yes,” you moaned. “Please move,” you begged rocking your hips again. Castiel slowly pulled himself out of you before snapping his hips back in. A surprised moan left your lips as pleasure shot through you. He continued this, grunting and panting against your neck. His body twitched with restraint and you pulled him down into a kiss before releasing him and whispering, “let go, angel.”

His eyes widened and lifted his eyebrows, silently asking are you sure? In response you smiled and looked up at him through your lashes before wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you. His hips faltered for a moment before he lowered his head and began snapping his hips against you faster. A string of moans fell from your lips as he murmured praises in broken Enochian. 

“Y/N,” he panted, “I’m-” he strained. You brushed the hair out of his eyes and raked your nails through his hair.

“It’s okay Cas, me too, just-” a surprised moan cut you off as he wedged a hand between your bodies to begin tracing rough circles on your clit. The added stimulation was enough to push you over the edge, waves of pleasure washing over your body. Feeling you clench around him was enough to send Castiel over with you, both panting as he sloppily thrusted inside of you to coax the two of you through your climax. Once he regained the ability to move consciously, he slipped out of you with a grunt and collapsed beside you. 

The two of you laid there panting for a moment in post orgasmic bliss before he drew you close to him, your head resting against his chest and your body melting against his. “I love you, my honeybee,” he murmured into your hair. “I love you too, angel,” you sighed contentedly, before drifting into a peaceful slumber.

You woke up the rays of sunshine aimed directly toward your eyes through the blinds of the motel’s window. You grumbled, tucking your face closer against Castiel, using him as a shield against the rays. He chuckled at your grumpy state, weaving his hands through your hair to soothe you. You hummed contentedly at the welcomed contact, snuggling closer to him.

“As much as I would enjoy laying with you like this all day, my love,” he placed a kiss to your temple. “We need to inform the Winchesters of our situation,” he said gently, knowing it would only add to your morning grumpiness. As he predicted you groaned against him. He let out a light chuckle, gently detangling your limbs so he could get up. You groaned again at the loss of contact, moving to sit up straight and pushing stray strands of hair from your face. You watched as he gathered his clothes and made his way to the bathroom, closing the door behind him. 

You sighed as you rolled over and picked up your phone, squinting at the harsh light. You scrolled through your contact list, finger hesitating over Dean’s name but instead scrolling past to get to Sam’s. You didn’t want to give Dean the satisfaction of hearing you ask to come back home. Jaw set, you clicked on Sam’s name and listened to the dial tones until you reached his voicemail. You furrowed your brows and checked the time, 8:30, you thought, Sam is definitely back from his morning jog by now..what gives?

You begrudgingly scrolled back up to Dean’s name and clicked on it with a huff. He picked up on the second ring and spoke before you could even greet him. 

“Come home,” he said in a weak, hollow voice. You felt your stomach tighten at his tone.

“Dean-” you started but he cut you off.

“Please. Come home. Bring Cas too. I...just-please” he said strained. Your heart sank with worry. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked, desperate to know what could’ve possibly happened to flip the tables and make him beg you to come home. He was silent for a moment.

“Something happened,” he choked out. “I just,” his voice cracking. “I just need you both to come home. Please.”

“We’re on our way.”

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Tiny Dancer

Warnings: smut (!) kind of a crack fic 

A/N: so uh we all agree that the finale was trash right? aight just checkin. anyways i reality shifted when i had a high fever and lived a version of this so i figured i would make yall live it too. part two?

Castiel’s cheeks flushed as you moved to straddle the naked angel. His hand moved instinctively to your waist, holding you close as you leaned down to nip at his ear. He groaned at your action, sending a new wave of heat to your core. You continued your ministrations, nipping and sucking at the tender parts of his neck while the debauched angel squirmed beneath you. “y/n,” he said in a strained voice. You stopped your actions to look down at him, meeting his desperate look. You cocked an eyebrow, prompting him to spit it out. “Please,” he strained, raising his hips to meet yours. Deciding you had tortured him enough, you raised your hips slightly and reached beneath you to align him with your entrance. Before you sunk down on him, you gave him one more ‘are-you-sure?’ type of look. He nodded vehemently and you smiled to yourself, returning your focus to his hardened member slightly probing your entrance. You lowered yourself onto him slowly, savoring the way he stretched you out. He moaned a string of your name, each seeming more urgent. “Cas,” you gasped.  “y/n.....Y/N.....Y/N!”

You shot up in bed, the sound of Dean yelling your name and pounding on your door startling you to say the least. “Yeah?” you croaked, trying to regain your composure. Dean sighed from the other side of the door, finally, he thought, only took five minutes. “We’ve got a case. Map Room in 5,” he said gruffly. Sensing your annoyance, he added, “Sam made coffee.” 

With the promise of coffee, you begrudgingly got out of your bed, shoving the remnants of your dream to the back corner of your mind. You had known Cas for quite some time now, long enough to know that he doesn’t understand human feelings well, let alone romantic feelings. That’s why you decided to try and bury the small crush you had developed for him, which was becoming increasingly harder with the dreams you had been having recently.

Sighing, you got dressed and made your way to the Map Room where you were met with a grumpy looking Dean and a smiling Sam. “Coffee,” Sam said, reaching from his seat to hand you a fresh mug. You were about to thank him when Dean cut you off, “I said 5, not 7.” You threw him a bitch face before turning back to Sam and mouthing thank you, and he smiled in response. You sat down across from Sam as Cas walked in, looking a bit flustered. 

“Sorry I’m late, I was caught up in another matter,” he rushed, making his way through the room to join you at the table. “ ‘S alright, Cas, no sweat,” Dean replied, sitting down with a grunt, across from you and Castiel. “Hold up, I got here before Cas why does he get a ‘no worries Cas,’” you mocked in a high pitched voice, “while I get a ‘how dare you be two minutes late,’” you said in you best gruff Dean voice. Sam almost spit out his coffee, earning a huff of annoyance from Dean. “Maybe because Cas didn’t make me bang on his door for five minutes while he was off in dreamland” he countered. Your face blushed at the mention of dreaming, trying not to think of the hot sex scene you had just dreamt about the angel next to you. “Whatever” you huffed, “let’s just get on to the case, yeah?” 

Sam nodded, pulling up his laptop. “So get this, reports of cattle mutilations, power outages, and now three missing persons reports all in y/h/t. I’m thinking demons. What about you guys?” Dean nodded, sipping at his coffee. “Sounds like our kinda thing” he replied. Castiel nodded silently in agreement. Sam turned to face you, “y/n, thoughts?” Your heart was beating fast and you were sure your cheeks were red. Sam looked at you with furrowed brows. “Hey, you good?” he asked concerned. You forced a smile and nodded, realizing now that the three men were all staring at you. You cleared your throat before saying, “Yeah, it’s just...that’s my hometown is all.” You sighed, “You’re right, sounds like demons though,” you added quickly before taking another sip of coffee. The three men shared a quick glance.

“Um,” Sam started uneasily, “You gonna be okay taking this case?” he asked genuinely. You hadn’t shared much about your past with the boys, nodding and laughing at the stories about their past they told you and quickly changing the subject before anyone could ask about yours. You nodded curtly, raising the mug to your lips again. Memories of your past filled your mind, not totally unpleasant, but enough to make you uneasy about returning to your hometown. You were silently hoping that you could get in kill whatever douchebag demons were causing havoc, and get out without having to deal with anything dealing with your old job. 

Sam didn’t seem convinced. “You sure? I mean we could always call Garth and see-” “I’m sure,” you cut him off. You stood from your chair abruptly, causing the legs to squeak unpleasantly. “I’ll get packed and meet you guys in the garage,” you said before turning on your heel and making your way to your room. You grabbed a bag and filled it with the essentials, glancing at the pair of cowboy boots sitting long ignored in your closet. You sighed to yourself, remembering happier moments from your old job, before management became a shit show. Feeling nostalgic, you decided to throw the boots in your bag before zipping it and heading to the garage.

The boys were already chatting by the car when you made your way to the garage. You threw your bag in the trunk, closed it, and climbed in the back of Baby, the boys following suit. On the drive to your hometown, Dean sheepishly handed you a stack of cassettes, his way of apologizing for earlier. You beamed back at him and picked out your favorites, handing them to Sam to queue up. Not before long, your eyelids grew heavy and you drifted off to sleep in the backseat. 

Dean must’ve hit a bump, because you woke up with a start, disoriented for a moment. It took a second for you to realize that in your sleep, you had laid your head on Castiel’s shoulder, close enough to him so that you were practically draped along his side. You quickly scrambled back to your side of the car, not missing the soft smile and forlorn look Cas had given you. “Oh look, sleeping beauty’s awake,” Dean joked. You stuck your tongue out at him, settling back into your seat. “So y/n, we found out that all three vics have something in common, they’re all regulars at some place called The Saloon” Sam filled you in, placing a Southern drawl on the name of your past employer. 

Your blood ran ice cold and you stared back at him with wide eyes. He was still smiling, pleased with himself for his accent, when he realized you were panicking. The smile dropped from his face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, drawing Dean and Castiel’s attention. Dean shot you a confused glance from the rearview. “What’s wrong princess? Don’t like linedancing?” he joked. You gulped. “Um,” you started. “I uh...” you cleared your throat. “I used to work there,” you mumbled. Sam raised his eyebrows in amusement and Dean fought back a laugh. “Wha-you,” he wheezed, struggling not to burst out laughing. “Our very own tiny dancer, huh?” he mused. You huffed and crossed your arms across your chest, cheeks burning red. Sam turned back around in his seat, holding his laughter in with a smile. Castiel broke the silence, “I don’t understand, is it shameful to dance in a line?” With that, the boys couldn’t hold it in any longer and burst out into fits of laughter.

The rest of the drive wasn’t too bad, besides Dean’s off-tune humming of Elton John’s Tiny Dancer. You pulled into town and checked into the nearest motel, silently thanking the universe that Dean had booked two separate rooms. You might have offed yourself then and there if you had to spend another night listening to Sam’s snores. After settling in, you got dressed in your FBI best and met back by the car. The four of you drove to The Saloon, you becoming more and more anxious the closer you got. Dean pulled up to the gravel lot and took in the building with an amazed look. He kept his eyes on the building as he got out of the car, “Oh ho ho, get look at this,” he said incredulously. Before you stood a massive red barn with a huge blinking neon sign of a half naked woman riding a bull with a lasso spinning in her hand. 

“Yeah yeah, let’s just get this over with,” you huffed, pushing past him and walking into the bar. The familiar scent of beer and cigarettes hit you the second you walked in, taking in the sight of the huge stage in front of you along. A few girls were dancing on stage, with a handful of customers sitting and watching. You heard the door open behind you as the boys stepped in and sighed before turning to face them. Dean looked like a kid on Christmas smiling widely and looking around the bar, while Sam scanned the room looking for the owners. Cas stood in place, staring perplexed at the women dancing. You followed his gaze to the stage where one of the girls was swinging her hips slowly and deliberately to the beat of the song. You turned back to him, his head cocked to the side as he mumbled, “Well that’s inappropriate.”

Trying to hide the blush creeping to your cheeks, you quickly turned back around, just in time to see your old manager strutting towards you. You took a deep breath, ready for the coming bullshit. “Well well well,” he said with a smug smirk on his face. “If it isn’t Miss Daisy Duke herself.” You felt your cheeks get hot and heard Dean snort. “I’m sorry,” Dean said, looking at you like this was too good to be true. “Daisy Duke?” he repeated. Your cheeks were burning by this point, praying that the floor would open up and swallow you whole. 

“That’s right,” your old manager said in his chill inducing Southern drawl. “You know how it goes, ‘nice legs...daisy dukes...makes a man go-’” he whistled, finishing the line and turning your cheeks an even deeper red. “Miss Daisy here was our pride and joy,” he said, turning to Dean. “Best dance this bar has ever seen,” he finished, turning back to you. He smiled devilishly at you, humming in contentment. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Daisy?” he asked sickeningly sweetly. Fighting to hold on to whatever shred of dignity you had left, you pulled out your fake badge and held it up. “It’s Agent Jett now, thanks,” you spat, flashing it in his face before putting it back in your jacket pocket. He squinted back at you. Sam cleared his throat in attempt to break the tension before telling him about the missing persons reports. Your old boss soaked in the information Sam was giving him, but stayed silent, still squinting at you. 

Sam looked uncomfortably between the two of you before clearing his throat again and asking, “Do you have any security cameras that might have caught anything? Any possible witnesses?” Your old boss shifted his glance to Sam and replied, “Maybe.” Sam stared back, waiting for him to continue. When he didn’t, Dean cut in. “Maybe?” he asked gruffly with an eyebrow cocked. Your old boss nodded, pursing his lips together. “Depends,” he stated simply, crossing his arms. You could tell Dean was losing his patience quickly because he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “On what?” he asked, voice tight. Your old boss simply shrugged. “On if Miss Daisy will give us another show tonight.”

Your jaw dropped open. Did he say what you thought he said? Sam, Dean, and Cas all turned to stare at you, trying to gauge your reaction. Dean looking more amused than anything, and Sam trying to see whether or not he had to step in between you. “I’m sorry, what?” you croaked. Your old boss gave you the same devilish smile that sent chills down your spine. “I said,” he took another step closer to you, “I’ll talk...if you would grace The Saloon with one last dance. For old time’s sake.” The three boys looked at you expectingly. You looked incredulously among them. “You can’t be serious,” you protested.

He was. You found yourself back in your motel room, changing out of your FBI clothes and into your shortest denim shorts and your most revealing tanktop. You silently cursed yourself for packing your boots, as it seemingly jinxed you into your current situation. After you were changed, you fell back into your old routine of hair and makeup, becoming almost unrecognizable in the mirror. As you were applying the last bit of hairspray, you heard a knock at your door. “Y/n, we gotta go!” you heard Dean yell. Sighing, you slipped into your boots, took one last look in the mirror, and summoned the courage to open the door. 

When you opened the door, it took them a second to react, all three reacting differently. Sam looked at you with raised brows and an amused smile, Dean whistled, and Castiel’s eyes widened before slowly trailing down your body. You felt yourself blush under his scrutiny, until it became unbearable and you snapped your fingers in his face. “My eyes are up here buddy,” you feigned anger, startling him from his trance. “I-uh m-my apologies, y/n” he stumbled over his words, looking down at his feet. Dean laughed and clapped his shoulder before walking towards Baby.

The drive over was silent, with the occasional ‘heh’ from Dean, as he thought about the ridiculousness of this day. You dreaded every mile he drove closer to the bar, wondering why Castiel couldn’t have just used his angel powers to make your old boss cough up whatever info he had. You sighed as Dean pulled up to the bar once again and begrudgingly opened your car door. “Did you guys really have to come?” you whined, trying to stall. “Of course we did princess. What if the demons are here tonight?” Dean said with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at the excuse. Sam turned to you with a look of pity. “Seriously though, y/n, if you’re uncomfortable at any point just say the word. We’ll leave and we can find another way to get the information,” he said and smiled softly. You nodded and sighed before making your way into the barn.

You opened the door and to your dismay, the place was packed. You groaned as you stepped further in before you made eye contact with one of your old coworkers. “Y/n?” she said shocked, a huge smile forming on her face. “Jimmy said you were coming but I didn’t believe him, no one did,” she said before pulling you into a huge hug. You relaxed into the hug, her being one of the very few people in town that you still kept in contact with. “Yeah well,” you said pulling back. “One night only kinda thing,” you finished, choosing to ignore the way her and Dean were eye-fucking next to you. She turned her attention back to you and took your hand. “Well, we better get you stage ready, Jimmy’s queuing up your signature!” she said excitedly, pulling you away. You threw a quick glance behind you at the boys before realization dawned on you. “Hey!” you yelled back to them, getting their attention. “Do NOT sit in this section!” you tried to point to the front left, but your friend was pulling you too fast and they just gave you confused looks. 

Before you knew it, you were back stage, pacing with anxiety. You heard the current song stop and you dreaded what was coming. “Ladies and gentlemen,” you heard Jimmy’s chilling voice draw out. “Please give a big Saloon welcome...returning back to the stage... Miss Daisy Duke!” You shoved your nerves down and forced a smile before strutting out on stage. You quickly fell back into your old routine, strutting around the stage and swaying your hips to your opening music. One dance and that’s all you said to yourself. You knew that from the song Jimmy had chosen, your signature, that in the middle of the routine you would have to go down to the audience and dance for whoever the spotlight shown on. You continued your dance, praying that the boys had listened to you and had chosen anywhere else to sit. As the part of the song drew closer, you scanned the audience to gauge about who you would be giving a lapdance to. Dean raised his hand to catch your scanning eyes, with the biggest smile you’d ever seen on him. You rolled your eyes before realizing that they hadn’t taken your warning and had sat in that section. 

You shot him a death glare before turning back to your dance, hoping that the spotlight would shine on anyone but them. The drunken cheers and whistles from the crowd were just about the only thing keeping you from running off stage and straight to the motel. You heard the cue in the music, prompting you to saunter down the main steps and into the audience. Sighing to yourself, you grabbed the mic and made your way to the steps. The music stopped, prompting your lines. “Gentlemen,” you said with your best honeyed Southern accent. “It’s one of your lucky nights” you finished, and the music started back up. You felt all eyes on you and tried to keep yourself from freaking out as you continued your routine. You heard the third cue in the music as the spotlight came down. You held your breath, praying that it would land anywhere but where it did. To your horror, it landed on Castiel.

Fuck you thought. The angel looked utterly confused, looking up and around him, completely thrown off by the sudden wash of light encompassing him. If it was possible, Dean’s smile grew even wider as he excitedly looked to Cas and clapped him on the shoulder. Castiel looked at him through furrowed brows, before following his gaze to you. You locked eyes with the bewildered angel, walking over to him as sexy as you could. A surge of confidence filled you when you saw his Adam’s apple bob and his jaw clench. In accordance with your routine, you walked right up to Castiel and kneeled in front of him, gently nudging his knees apart so you could settle between them. Castiel looked down at you with wide eyes, throat bobbing once more.

“And what might your name be, handsome?” you said into the mic, part of the routine. You held the mic out to Cas, which made him even more confused as he stared into your eyes, searching for any clue as to why you were asking for his name. The music was stopped again, waiting for his reply. Dean elbowed him, prompting him to answer. “Uh... Cas-Castiel,” he finally spat out. You mouthed a quick I’m so sorry and gave him an apologetic look before standing up and saying “Well, Castiel, I’ve got a special treat for you.” The music came back on and you handed the mic off to a stagehand, before turning back to Cas. 

With the spotlight still on him, you sauntered over to Castiel, swaying your hips to the music along the way. He sat unnaturally still, legs still apart from when you spread them, just barely exposing the small bulge beginning to form in his pants. You felt heat pool in your core at the sight, struggling to keep your focus on the routine. You made your way back in front of him, before turning away from him to swing your hips to the music. Turning back around, you saw him watching your movements closely, his once bright blue eyes now dark, pupils blown out from lust. You swallowed before placing your hands on his shoulders and climbing onto his lap. This surprised him, as his breath caught in his throat and his hands flew instinctively to your hips. You leaned in to whisper “don’t touch, the bodyguards won’t allow it.” He ripped hands off of you as if your skin burned him and he looked up at you with wide eyes.

You began grinding against him, moving your hips to the music and gaining more drunken cheers, one distinctively from Dean, earning him a smack on the back of his head from his younger brother. Castiel couldn’t care less about the audience, you had his undivided attention. He couldn’t help the noises coming from the back of his throat, nor could he seem to keep his vessel under control. His hands twitched at his sides, desperate to touch you. You felt him becoming harder and harder, making it more difficult for you to stay focused on your routine. You climbed off his lap, danced in front of him some more, and then sat back down, this time facing away from him. You ground you ass against his hardened member, earning a low moan from the angel. You felt your panties dampening, enjoying this just as much as he was. You continued grinding against him to the music, the crowd continuing to cheer, and Castiel continuing to squirm beneath you. 

Once more, you stood up from him, danced more of your routine, and straddled the utterly debauched angel. You worked hard to avoid eye contact, but slipped up and locked eyes with Castiel. To your delight, he donned the same desperate look from the dream you had earlier that morning. You shifted your hips to grind against him, causing his head to fall back to his shoulders and his mouth to part slightly. More heat pooled in your core the more you ground against him, a coil starting to form in your belly. Fuck you thought to yourself. Luckily, the fourth and final cue came in the music, signaling your return to the stage. You breathed a sigh of relief, climbed off of him, and pecked his cheek before sauntering back to the stage to finish the song. From the stage, you watched Castiel shift uncomfortably in his seat, trying and failing to conceal his tented slacks. 

Finally, the song ended and you blew a kiss to the crowd before skipping off stage, thankful to be done. While you were chatting with some of the girls, Dean came to get you, trying to hide his amusement as he told you Sam had gotten the tapes from Jimmy. You breathed a sigh of relief, glad that this night was over. Dean walked you back out to the car, where Sam and Cas were waiting. Cas looked up hearing footsteps, and his eyes widened when they met yours. He quickly looked down and avoided your stare until you got back to the car. The four of you got in silently and sat for a moment before you heard Dean breathe in as if he was about to say something. 

“Don’t,” you said quickly. “I don’t want to hear anything about tonight ever again. Capiche?” Dean muttered something under his breath and Sam gave you a tight nod, eager to also forget the events of the night. You took a deep breath and turned to Cas. “Castiel,” you began, and you could’ve sworn you saw him flinch at your words. “I really am sorry. I wasn’t expecting it to land on you, I told you three not to sit there..” you trailed off. He couldn’t meet your gaze. Instead he nodded and replied, “Our apologies for not realizing your meaning.” His eyes momentarily flicked up to yours before landing back down into his lap. You followed his gaze, and he seemingly noticed, as he once again shifted in his seat, trying to conceal the still obvious bulge.

This was going to be a fun ride back. 

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Invisible String

Warnings: description of panic attack, mentions of death

A/N: Sorry for not posting in a while, school’s been crazy! As always, my requests are open. I hope yall enjoy (◕ᴗ◕✿)

“Y/N it’s for your own good,” Castiel said in a pained voice. Your heart clenched as he took another step towards you. You shook your head, too terrified to respond, taking another step back until your back hit the wall behind you. The pain was clear in Castiel’s eyes, not wanting to do this but knowing that he had to in order to keep you safe. He spent billions of years alone and when he met you everything changed. Ever since the Winchesters introduced you to him, he was drawn to you, as if there were an invisible string pulling him to you. When you finally revealed that you could see his wings, it all clicked for him. You were his soulmate, indefinitely and irrefutably. Unfortunately for Castiel, nothing good came without a cost.

Shortly after the two of you made your relationship official, heaven caught word of it and immediately made attempts to break it off. You had been kidnapped more than once and each time Castiel and the Winchesters barely made it to you in time. Castiel knew that this was starting to take a toll on you, but he also knew he wasn’t strong enough to leave you. He finally made his decision after exhausting all of his options, all except one. He knew it was to protect you, but that didn’t make it any easier.

“Cas,” you gasped, a sob threatening to wrack over you. “Don’t do this. Please,” you begged as hot tears rolled down your cheeks. Castiel kept his glassy eyes locked on yours as he closed the gap between you. “There isn’t another way, my love,” he said, voice ladened with heartbreak. “I’m sorry, Y/N, truly,” he said, reaching his hand out to your forehead. You tried to move away from his hand, but there was nowhere to go. You shivered as you felt his fingers press against your forehead, your surroundings suddenly spinning around you. 

When the spinning stopped, you found yourself on a sidewalk outside of a storefront. You looked up to see a stranger with dark hair and the bluest eyes you had ever seen. A breeze ruffled through his trenchcoat as he stared at you with a pained expression. Drawing your jacket closer around your body, you hesitantly asked, “um, can I help you sir?” You saw his throat bob and his jaw clench before he muttered a quiet “no” and turned to walk away from you. For some reason, you felt inclined to walk after him, as if there was something pulling you towards him. You started walking to catch up with him as he neared the crosswalk and turned to look at you one last time. The pain in his eyes made your heart clench, but you couldn’t explain why. You picked up your pace to meet him but he had already crossed the street. You were about to cross as well, but a few cars came speeding through. After they had passed you went to cross but the man was gone. 

You stared down the street bewildered. Slowly you began to realize that you didn’t recognize any of your surroundings. Panic started to settle over you when you couldn’t remember where you were or how you got there. Come to think of it, you couldn’t remember anything, not your family, not your friends, not your job, not where you lived, hell-not even your name. You felt your chest tightening and it got harder to breathe. Trying to snap out of the impending panic attack, you realized that you might have some form of identification on you that could trigger some memories. You quickly pat your jacket pockets before moving down to your jean pockets, sighing with relief when you felt a lump in your back pocket.

You took the wallet out of your jeans and quickly thumbed through to find an ID. “Y/N L/N,” you muttered to yourself. Maybe my phone has more information you thought to yourself. More panic washed over you with the realization that you didn’t have a phone on you and it was starting to get dark. You took a few deep breaths to steady yourself before making a plan. Shelter, you heard your instincts screaming at you. You took in your current surroundings, spotting a 24/7 diner further up the street. You started towards it, deciding that the staff would probably be able to point you in the direction of a motel in town for you to stay until you figured out what the hell was going on. A familiar feeling washed over you as you walked into the diner, a comforting and nostalgic feeling that you couldn’t place. 

The woman at the counter had given you the name of a motel not too far away, so you set off to get a room. Once in your room, you realized just how exhausted you were and passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow. In your sleep you dreamed of those piercing blue eyes and the unknown pain behind them. When you woke up, you decided to hit up the library you had passed on your way to the motel last night. You made a beeline to the computers to see if you could figure out anymore about yourself. After typing in your name, you clicked on the top result, “Eighteen Year-Old Sole Survivor of Animal Attack.” You read in horror as the article described a camping trip you had taken with your family that had ended abruptly with an unexplained animal attack, you were the only one who had made it out. You felt a familiar wave of grief reading the names of your deceased parents and siblings even though you couldn’t place them in your memories. After coming up with little other information on yourself, you came to the conclusion that you were on your own with no one else to go to. 

The sound of your stomach growling pulled you away from your thoughts. Not knowing a lot about this town, you decided to go back to the diner from last night. As you were eating your food, one of the waitresses stormed out of the kitchen screaming “I quit!” behind her. Your waitress, who was just about to top off your coffee, looked to the door she had stormed out of and back to you. “Need a job?” she asked jokingly. “Actually,” you started, wheels turning in your head. “I do.”

You started working at the diner, using your paycheck to pay for your semi-permanent stay at the motel while trying to also save up to get an apartment. You made friends with the other waitresses there and you reluctantly told them your story. Suddenly in a foreign place, no memory of how or why you ended up there. The girls helped you through it, offering spare clothes, money, and good company. 

One day, you were refilling a customer’s coffee when out of the corner of your eye, you saw a tan trenchcoat passing by the storefront. You immediately whipped your head around to get a better look, but it was gone. You kept your stare out of the window until you realized you were spilling coffee on the table. You quickly wiped it up, apologizing profusely. You gave one more longing glance out of the window before getting back to your other tables.

This wasn’t the only time you were reminded of the stranger. You still dreamt of his piercing eyes, waking up in a cold sweat every time. A few times, you could’ve sworn you saw the trenchcoat in a crowd of people walking past the diner’s storefront, your heartbeat speeding up every time. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months of you stuck with unanswered questions.

You were ringing in a table’s order one day when your friend came up behind you. “Don’t look now, but there’s a total hottie checking you out.” You laughed, not looking up from the register. “If he’s such a hottie, why don’t you go take his order?” you asked. She scoffed before replying, “I would but..he’s not even at a table he’s just staring from outside.” This piqued your interest. You looked up from the register with a cocked eyebrow, trying to follow her line of vision. Your breath caught in your throat when you met his piercing blue stare. Keeping eye contact, your legs started numbly carrying you towards the door. This seemed to startle the stranger, as his eyes widened and he abruptly turned to walk away. You ignored your name being called by your friend and kept walking towards the door, picking up your pace determined not to lose him again. 

Your friend yelled your name as you swung the door of the diner open, eyes frantically searching for the tan trenchcoat. You ignored your name being called for the third time as you spotted the trenchcoat and started sprinting towards it, feeling like an invisible string was pulling you towards him. You finally caught up to him when another group of people cut him off from crossing the street. “Hey!” you yelled as you got closer to him. He stiffened, before slowly turning around. 

You stared into those blue eyes, swimming with a mixture of pain and guilt. You suddenly realized that you had no plan on what to say to him, figuring you wouldn’t get this far. “Um,” you started, not really knowing where to go from there. “I’m Y/N,” you said, sticking out your hand for him to shake. He looked down at it hesitantly before looking back up to you. An awkward moment passed before you said, “this is the part where you shake my hand and tell me your name,” you laughed, pushing your hand closer to him. With a shaky breath, he took your hand and said, “I’m-”

Suddenly thousands of memories flooded your brain with the contact. You remembered two tall men introducing you to the stranger with huge black wings spread behind him, Sam..Dean you thought. You remembered a hunt going wrong and a werewolf pinning you against a tree before your stranger smote it, saving your life. You remembered sitting with Sam, Dean and your stranger in a diner booth, laughing at the way Dean shoved half of his burger in his mouth with one bite. You remembered shooting up in bed from a nightmare with your stranger sitting on the edge of your bed ready to soothe you back to sleep. You remembered sitting in the backseat of the Impala with your stranger, singing loudly to an old Bob Segar song off one of Dean’s cassettes. More memories flashed before your eyes before suddenly they stopped and your vision was clear. Your grip on his hand tightened and you looked up at him with wide eyes. You took a shaky breath before finishing his sentence.

“Castiel.”

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Advice

Warnings: jealousy (?) slight hannah bashing so sorry to all her fans

A/N: this is set in season 9 when Cas had his army of angels. sorry this is a bit short, my classes start tomorrow so i’ve been prepping for school! also i feel like this isn’t great so, sorry about that lol

Castiel breathed a sigh of relief when he saw your car pull into the lot and he moved to greet you. “Y/N, I cannot thank you enough,” he said as you hopped out of your truck. It had been a long drive out to Cas’ new office and you’d been feeling weary from the road, but seeing your favorite angel brought a smile to your face and a sudden rush of energy from the butterflies in your stomach. “It’s no problem Cas. Besides, I’ve called you way more for less,” you shrugged, pulling him in for a hug. Cas stiffened for a moment before wrapping his arms around you. It had been too damn long since you’d seen him and the feeling of him in your arms set your heart into a frenzy. You quickly pulled away, hoping he didn’t notice your elevated heart rate or the blush slowly creeping up your cheeks. 

“So,” you cleared your throat. “What can I do for ya?” you asked, grabbing your duffel from the truck. Castiel sighed and ran a hand over his face before answering. You couldn’t help but laugh. “That bad, huh?” you asked amused. He gave you a small smile. “It’s been....stressful. I have angels tracking sightings of Metatron, trying to place his next move. Others are gathering information on Gadreel and his whereabouts. I have a few insiders.” Cas continued to fill you in as he led you to the office building. He opened the door for you and you stepped in, immediately stopping in shock. “Cas,” you said breathlessly, a mixture of awe and anxiety suddenly filling you. You could not believe the amount of angels in the building. There must have been over a hundred, each buzzing about with their own purpose, hard at work.

 “What’s wrong?” he asked with furrowed brows, voice thick with concern. It took a moment to get your thoughts together. “I...I didn’t realize there’d be this many angels. I mean, Jesus Cas. It’s like you have an army in here,” you said, looking around the expanse of the building. Castiel chuckled. “Well,” he said, looking around proudly. “They all want the same thing, Metatron imprisoned. They can be very...eager,” he said hesitantly. Right on cue, an angel walked past the two of you, stopping in front of Castiel and bowing his head. “Commander,” they said. You bit your cheek to stifle a laugh and turned to Cas with an amused look. Cas’ cheeks flushed slightly and he gave a stiff nod to the angel in front of him. You waited until the angel was out of ear shot to tease Castiel. “Commander?” you asked incredulously. He sighed before answering, “They insist on calling me that. I’ve tried to discourage it but, to no avail.” 

Cas took you on a tour of the building, despite your protests. You knew that you were safe with Cas but you couldn’t shake the uneasiness that came with being the only human in the building. You relaxed when you finally got to Cas’ office but were soon put on edge again when there was a sharp knock on the door. Castiel hung his head and sighed before straightening his trenchcoat and opening the door.  “Hannah,” he greeted, looking relieved. A little too relieved, you noted, and you felt a pang of jealousy hit you. “Commander,” she smiled, stepping into the office. Her smile was replaced with a pointed look as she spotted you sitting on the couch. “Hannah this is Y/N, I-” Hannah cut him off, narrowing her eyes at you. “Y/N, the Winchesters’ pet. I am familiar,” she responded coldly, before turning back to Castiel. You felt heat creep up your cheeks, caught off guard by her rude comment. Castiel shot you an apologetic  look and hesitated before responding. “Y..yes well.. I asked Y/N to stay for a few days to help me sort through possible leads,” he said, trying to steer the conversation back on track. 

Hannah briefed him on the next meeting’s agenda, as well as his schedule for the next couple of days, occasionally touching his shoulder and smiling. You tried to distract yourself from the jealousy bubbling up and decided to pull out your phone to check in with Dean. Eventually Hannah was called away to something else, but you didn’t miss the look she and Cas shared before she left the office. Cas seemed to notice your jaw clench subconsciously, and he began profusely apologizing. “Hannah has always been apprehensive around humans it isn’t personal,” he said, attempting to soothe your nerves, but doing the opposite. “It’s fine.” you said sharply, cutting off another apology. You took a deep breath in, ignoring the concerned look on Cas’ face. “Let’s get to work, yeah?” you asked and he nodded, leading you to his desk where he had dozens of papers scattered about. 

The two of you worked for hours, trying to put together previous Metatron sightings with a rationale behind them. At some point, Hannah came by the office again, this time to deliver news of a recent sighting. She made an effort to push you out of the conversation, ignoring your input and physically wedging herself in between you and Cas. He of course didn’t seem to notice this, he was too busy listening intently to what she was saying. As she was showing him a new photo, she brushed her hand against his and the look they shared could’ve killed you right then and there. After what seemed like eternity, Hannah finally left, but not before giving Castiel one more look from under her lashes, saying, “Goodnight, commander,” in a honeyed voice. You could feel your heart twisting, but you refused to dwell on it, knowing it would lead to tears if you thought about it too hard, so you picked up the files she had brought Castiel and started looking through them. 

After a few moments, Castiel sat back in his chair and sighed. “Y/N, I need some advice...regarding Hannah,” he said cautiously. Welp. There goes the last shred of hope you had subconsciously been holding on to. You’ve had feelings for Castiel practically since you met him in the barn that night with Dean and Bobby, but you kept them buried away, telling yourself that Cas couldn’t possibly have feelings for a human, let alone a hunter. You put on a fake smile and turned to him. “Sure Cas, what’s up?” He sighed again and scrubbed a hand over his face before answering. “I...I don’t know how to turn down her advances,” he started. Wait, what? The wheels started turning in your head and a wave of relief instantly washed over you. He continued, “I’m afraid I do not share her..feelings..and it’s becoming unprofessional.” You had to stop yourself from grinning ear to ear with this revelation. 

“Well,” you started, trying not to sound too happy. “I think you just need to have a conversation with her and be totally honest and upfront,” you offered nonchalantly. Cas chewed on that, nodding his head slightly. “Alright,” he said, as if a weight had been lifted off of him. “Thank you, Y/N,” he said with a small smile, turning back to the files. 

After a while, the letters on the page began to blur and you felt yourself falling asleep. You had to fight to keep your head from bobbing, letting out a yawn in the process. Castiel heard the yawn and turned to you with furrowed brows. As if a lightbulb went off in his brain, his eyes suddenly widened and he shot his hand up to look at his watch. “Y/N,” he said softly, voice leadened with guilt. He looked up at you with apologetic eyes. “It’s three in the morning, you should’ve gone to sleep hours ago. I’m so sorry to have kept you up with all of this,” he apologized, gathering the papers into a neat stack. You couldn’t help but crack a smile. “Nothin’ new, Cas. Staying up late researching with Sam in the bunker is my favorite pass time,” you joked. He seemed to lighten up at this, smiling softly. 

“You still need sleep, we will stop here for the night,” he said, tapping the papers on his desk. He searched the room quickly, guilt returning to his eyes. “I..I only have the couch. I’m sorry. No one else here requires sleep,” he said apologetically. You snorted, gaining a confused look from your angel. “Cas,” you laughed, “I’d pick a couch over a motel bed any day of the week.” He smiled at this, but still carried the guilty look in his eyes. You walked over to the couch, stretching out before laying down and getting comfortable. Castiel watched you for a moment before standing suddenly from his desk. You cocked an eyebrow at him as he crossed the room to where you laid. As he got closer, he shrugged out of his trenchcoat, laying it overtop of you when he reached the couch. “A makeshift blanket,” he explained sheepishly. “ ‘S perfect. Thanks Cas,” you murmured, snuggling the trenchcoat closer to you. Your heart fluttered, feeling his residual warmth and breathing in his scent. It was so...him. 

Castiel returned to his desk, turning off the office lights on the way, and flicking on his small desk lamp. “I’ll watch over you, Y/N. Pleasant dreams,” he said with a soft smile. You squeezed the trenchcoat even closer, letting yourself drift off into a blissful sleep knowing your guardian angel was watching over you.

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Home, part eight

Warnings: anxiety, mentions of fire

A/N: sorry this is short i had major writer’s block. send me suggestions of what you want to see happen in this series!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

You woke up suddenly to the sound of the high-pitched ringing of your smoke alarm. Your eyes shot open and you bolted upright in bed, scanning the room for Castiel. Your heart dropped when you realized he wasn’t in the room and his side of the bed was cold. What if he feels like last night was a mistake, you thought. What if he doesn’t actually love me? He’s only been human for a week how could he possible have a grip on his emotions? The blaring alarm suddenly cleared your doubt-filled mind and you went into survival mode. You clambered out of bed and onto your feet, cringing when pain shot up your swollen and bruised ankle. You silently cursed yourself for not icing and elevating it last night before hobbling out of the room and into the hallway. 

Your heart was beating out of your chest when you saw the bathroom door was open, meaning Cas wasn’t there either. “Cas?” you yelled panicked. You heard a grunt from downstairs followed by the sound of glass breaking. You hobbled down the stairs as fast as you could, ears ringing from the insistent alarm. You heard a loud crash coming from the kitchen and took off toward the sound. As you got closer you could smell something was definitely burning. You finally reached the kitchen- heart racing, ears ringing, ankle throbbing- and took in the scene before you. 

Castiel, in only his boxers, stood in front of the stove covered in flour and was surrounded by a few pots, pans and shards of glass from your broken measuring cup. He was still facing the stove, tending to something in a pan, and as you got closer you saw the charred remains of a pancake. You were unable to stifle your laughter and the sudden noise made Castiel jump before turning around to meet you. 

“Y/N, I don’t know how to make the noise stop, how do you make the noise stop?” he yelled over the alarm. You laughed even harder, seeing how distraught he looked while practically naked and covered in flour. You managed to calm down enough to pull a chair over to the alarm so you could step on top and press the button on the alarm. When the alarm stopped, you climbed down from the chair and turned to assess the state of the kitchen. Pots, pans, and broken glass all over the floor, flour all over the counter, several bowls filled with variations of what was supposed to be pancake batter, a sad, burnt pancake permanently stuck to the pan, and finally, a sheepish Castiel casting his eyes down, not wanting to meet yours. 

“Cas,” you giggled, and he looked hesitantly up to you with furrowed brows and soft eyes. You cast your eyes around the kitchen again and laughed. “How did this even happen?” you asked through your giggles.  A small smile formed on his lips. “I tried to make you breakfast. I remember when Sam and Dean made you pancakes on your birthday last year and how happy you were, I didn’t realize it would be so....” he trailed off. 

“Messy?” you offered. He smiled again. “Challenging,” he stated. You took a step closer to him and ran a finger down his chest, collecting flour along the way. “How about we get this cleaned up and then we can go out for breakfast?” You looked up at him and smiled. He sighed and nodded. “I wanted to do something for you, you have been so kind to me and last night..I..there are no words-” you cut him off with a quick kiss. “You can start by cleaning this up,” you laughed before pecking him on the cheek and going back upstairs to get dressed. 

You finished getting dressed and stood in front of the mirror, giving yourself one last once over before heading downstairs. You felt two strong arms wrap around your waist from behind you and you looked up to see Cas in the mirror. “So beautiful,” he murmured into your hair, pulling you closer to him. You smiled, melting into his embrace and feeling a blush creep up your face. You turned to face him and smiled up at him. “Ready?” 

By the time you got to the diner the two of you were starving. Cas proudly ordered both of you huge stacks of pancakes and you couldn’t help but laugh as he shoveled down the food. He’d stop periodically after hearing your laugh to look up from his plate and give you a sheepish smile. You were two pancakes down when two girls at a table across from you caught your attention. You knew that they looked familiar but you couldn’t place them. Cas noticed your confused demeanor. “Y/N?” he asked trying to get your attention, but you were too busy racking your brain to hear him. Eventually the sound of fingers snapping caught your attention and you blinked a few times, seeing Castiel’s fingers in front of your face. 

“Whats wrong?” his face screwed up in concern. You wanted to tell him nothing and get back to your breakfast date, but you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling you got from them. You leaned in closer and lowered you voice, “those two girls at that table..I know them from somewhere but I can’t place it,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. He furrowed his brows and looked in the direction you nodded your head in. He immediately stiffened and his whole demeanor changed. He turned back to you quickly. “We have to go. Now.” he said through his teeth. Your heart started beating faster and you cast another look at the table, accidentally making eye contact with one of the girls. You quickly averted your gaze from her and back to Castiel. “Why? Who are they?” you asked nervously, seeing them get up from the table and walk towards the door. You watched Castiel’s eyes cautiously follow them out the door before turning back to you. “Demons,” he muttered. 

You furrowed your brows and confusion washed over you. “How can you tell? You’re human now,” you questioned. “Their vessels, I recognized them from the last hunt we went on before the angels fell,” he muttered. It all came back to you, the four of you had been sent a bad tip and showed up to an old farmhouse where you were expecting a few demons, but quickly got over run. The four of you had barely gotten out and couldn’t kill all of them, including the two demons you had just seen in the diner. 

“Well, how do you know they’re still demons? It could just be the poor girls they were possessing,” you offered, but Cas wasn’t buying it. He chuckled and shook his head. “And they both show up here together? In your hometown? Do you really believe that, Y/N?” he questioned. You didn’t. But you still smiled and took one of his hands in yours. “I do,” you said looking up at him, earning yourself a disapproving look from your former angel. “But,” you started, letting go of his hand and picking your fork back up. “I also believe that I need to finish these pancakes before I turn into a demon too,” you joked, stabbing a piece with your fork and waving it in front of him. He tilted his head, face scrunching up in confusion. “Y/N that’s not how-” “Cas.” you cut him off, laughing. His features softened and he let out a small laugh. “You’re messing with me,” he stated, realization thick in his voice. “Duh,” you joked back.

Castiel’s plate was long empty before you finished your stack. You put your fork down and sat back groaning, immediately regretting eating the whole stack. “Cas, you’re gonna have to roll me to the car,” you groaned. There was a moment of confusion, evident by the slight squint of his eyes, before he realized you were joking with him again. He smiled softly and looked down. “Should I call for a wheelbarrow or do you think you can manage?” he asked coyly. “Oh, I suppose I’ll manage,” you said as dramatically as you could, earning another chuckle from Cas.

You put down some cash on the table. “Ready?” you asked standing up from the booth. Cas quickly followed, widening his stride to hold the door open for you. The sound of a fire truck’s siren pulled you away from the sweet moment and you watched the truck speed by and disappear further down the street. 

On the drive back to your house, another fire truck sped past you and you offered up a silent prayer to the poor bastard needing the trucks. Your blood ran cold when you saw the truck that had just sped past you turn into your neighborhood. “Shit,” you cursed under your breath. You slammed your foot against the break, effectively throwing Cas against the back of his seat. His hand found the handle on the roof of your car and he shot you a concerned glance. You kept your eyes on the truck in front of you, heart racing faster with every turn leading you to your house.

By the time you got to your house, multiple police cars and firetrucks were blocking your driveway and the street in front of your house. You stared in disbelief as you put the car in park and got out. Flames were shooting out of what was left of the house’s foundation and the air was thick with smoke. A fireman tried to usher you away but you pushed past him, numbly walking closer to the charred remains of your childhood home. You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt hot tears running down your cheeks. It all suddenly became too much and you felt dizzy, knees threatening to buckle beneath you. You felt a pair of strong arms engulf you right as you were sure you were about to collapse and you immediately recognized the warmth of the touch. 

You turned in Castiel’s arms so that you were pressed against his chest, and let the sobs wrack through you. Castiel continued to hold you and let his chin rest on the top of your head, occasionally murmuring affirmations against your hair. Finally, the flames were put out, leaving behind a few wooden beams and partial walls. A fireman approached you, telling you what they knew about the fire and that they suspected arson. You perked up at the suggestion of arson. 

“Do you know anyone who would want to harm you?” he asked. You laughed to yourself, thinking of all the monsters, demons, and angels that would love nothing more than to cause you harm. “I guess we’ll see,” you answered vaguely, walking past him and Castiel to further examine the house. Castiel caught up to you as you were bent over looking at something near where the front door used to be. “What is it?” Cas asked you. You collected some on your fingers and stood up to face him, holding out your fingers for him to see. 

“Sulfur.”

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which one!!

hey yall i'm debating between writing another edition of the home series or writing one of my prompts in my drafts. which one would yall like to read? lemme know!

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One Last Time

Warnings: mentions of blood, character death, major angst

A/N: this was DEPRESSING to write omg i’m sorry yall (◕︿◕✿) requests are open!

It was supposed to be easy. Garth had called about two hikers who were found with their hearts ripped out in the woods not too far from the bunker. He did some digging and told you he thought it was a lone wolf that had left the rest of his pack and was just moving through town, so you volunteered yourself and Cas to check it out and give the brothers some much needed rest. Besides, newly-human Cas needed the practice and it was only one wolf, right?

“Nice, Cas!” you smiled, clapping his shoulder. With a grunt he pulled the silver dagger out of the wolf’s heart and stood up, turning to smile at you. “Who needs angel mojo anyway?” you joked. He gave you a small chuckle, looking down and wiping the sweat from his brow. You were still proudly beaming at him when he looked back up at you, but the smile quickly disappeared from his face. “Y/N! Watch out!” he yelled, eyes wide in horror. You looked behind you just in time to see a second werewolf charging the two of you before a strong arm pushed you out of the way. You fell back and stared in horror as the wolf knocked the blade from Castiel’s hand and pinned him to the ground. “Cas!” you screamed before clambering to grab the dagger a few feet away. You had just grabbed it and turned to run back towards them when you saw the wolf drag its claws clean across Castiel’s chest, eliciting a cry of pain from the former angel. “NO!” you screamed, running back towards them.

You tackled the wolf to the ground, knocking it off of Castiel’s body and plunged the dagger into its heart. You felt hot tears filling your eyes as you ripped the blade from the wolf’s chest and quickly crawled off of it and back to Cas. Castiel’s eyes were closed and his chest was rising and falling shallowly and unevenly. “No, no, no, no,” you muttered, cradling his head in your lap. “Cas, come on buddy, wake up,” you pleaded. His eyes fluttered open and he struggled to sit up, coughing on some of his own blood in the process. “Cas, hey, don’t move. You’re okay,” you bit your lip, looking down at the blood pooling out of his chest. Shit you thought to yourself, realizing how deep the wolf’s claws dug in. You took your jacket off, careful not to jostle him, and held it firmly against his chest. He hissed in pain from the contact and you felt the tears streaming down your face. 

“It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay, just relax,” you said as you fumbled for your phone to call the brothers. Your blood ran cold as you realized that you didn’t have reception this deep into the woods. “Damnit,” you cursed under your breath as a new wave of tears came. Cas reached up shakily to take one of your hands in his. You looked down at the contact before meeting his gaze. 

“Y/N,” he began, coughing as he tried to clear his throat. “Cas, hey, don’t, just relax,” you cooed. He closed his eyes and shook his head weakly before opening them and looking deeply into your eyes. “Y/N, you can’t move me. I’ll bleed out before help can get to us, if you can get reception, which I doubt,” he said in a strained voice and you bit your lip and shook your head, fresh tears falling down your face as reality sunk in. “So just let me say this. Please,” he begged. You stared at him for a moment before letting out a shaky sigh and nodding. 

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” he began before you cut him off. “Cas-what? What could you possibly be sorry for? I was the one that didn’t see the second wolf,” you said quickly with furrowed brows. He squeezed his eyes closed and shook his head again. “No. Let me finish,” he said before opening his eyes again, and you felt a sob threaten to wrack over you as you noticed his once vibrant blue eyes were becoming dull. “I’m sorry I didn’t say this sooner. I prayed for the courage, but...” he sighed. “I love you. I have for a long time,” he admitted as your shoulders shook from sobs. “You have made my billions of years of existence worth it, your kindness has changed me it-” he was cut off by a wet cough and struggled to get another breath in. “Cas, please,” you squeezed his hand tighter. He opened his mouth to say more, but nothing came out. You felt him take his last breath before his body went limp in your arms. You cried out, holding his body close to yours as sobs wracked through your body. 

You held him for what seemed like a lifetime, before you ran out of tears to cry. It had gotten dark and you knew Sam and Dean were going to start to worry if you didn’t get back to the bunker soon. You gingerly slid Castiel’s body off of your lap and stood up. Your body felt numb as your legs carried you back to your car, and you slid into the driver’s seat. You knew what you had to do, it had to be done and no amount of Winchester guilt-tripping could stop you. You drove a mile to the nearest crossroads and gathered the supplies from the arsenal in your trunk. You walked numbly to the center of the crossroads, heart beating out of your chest with anticipation of what you were about to do. You buried the box and stood up, looking around warily for the demon you had summoned. 

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the Winchesters’ little pet,” you heard a cold voice from behind you and you spun around to glare at the demon. “Where’s your angel boyfriend? Oh. That’s right,” she said, curling her lips into a smirk. “Shut up.” you said angrily through your teeth. You took a deep breath before saying, “My soul for his. I know how this works. I’ll be a hellhound’s chew toy in ten years. Just do it,” you said with an edge to your voice. The demon scoffed and crossed her arms. “You really think you’d get ten years?” she said raising her eyebrows. She thought for a moment before offering, “I’ll give you one.” You felt your chest tighten and tears threaten to spill over your cheeks, but you knew what had to be done. “Fine,” you agreed. 

You sped back to the forest and ran to where you had left Castiel. You dropped to your knees as you reached him. “Come on come on,” you muttered panicked, searching for any signs of life on his face. Suddenly his eyes shot open and he gasped for air. You let go of a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding and held him close to you. “I almost lost you,” you whispered into his chest. He shakily returned your hug. “What happened?” he asked, pulling away to look into your eyes. You breathed a sigh of relief as you noticed his once dull and lifeless eyes were back to their usual vibrant blue. You smiled through tears and replied, “it was a close call. But you’re okay. You’re okay.”

~Eleven Months Later~

You grabbed your jacket from your room and headed back into the war room. “Come on guys, we’re gonna miss the fireworks display,” you whined, noticing the brothers and former angel were still nursing their beers and sitting at the table. Dean groaned. “Y/N do we really have to go? We just ate all that food,” he argued, rubbing his stomach. “Yeah, Y/N, besides, I think it’s supposed to rain anyway,” Sam said, offering you a small smile. You felt your chest tighten at the thought of missing the show. “No,” you said a little too loud, gaining all three men’s attention. “No, we have to go. We can’t miss it,” you said, hating yourself at how desperate you sounded. Castiel furrowed his brows and stood up. “What’s wrong, honeybee? There will be another next year,” he said soothingly as he made his way to you, holding you to his chest. You felt tears escaping at his words, the secret you’d been keeping from all of them for the past year suddenly becoming too much to bear. 

“Yeah, Y/N, what’s gotten into you this year? We went to a pumpkin patch in October to get pumpkins to carve on Halloween, almost burnt the bunker to the ground making a whole Thanksgiving meal, we got a real Christmas tree and took it back here to decorate, rounded up everyone we know for a New Year’s Eve party, and Cas took you out for a fancy Valentine’s date. Hell, we even hid freakin’ eggs for an Easter egg hunt. What’s with you hellbent on celebrating every holiday this year?” Dean questioned from his chair at the table. You couldn’t answer, and buried your head into Castiel’s chest as you broke into tears. “Dean,” Sam scolded. Dean raised his hands in defense, eyebrows raised. Cas took your shoulders and held you away from him so he could see your face. “Honeybee, what’s wrong?” he asked gently, eyebrows furrowed in concern. 

You took a deep breath in, praying for enough courage to tell them the truth. “There won’t be another,” you said softly. The three men exchanged questioning looks. “Y/N...what do you mean there won’t be another?” Sam pried gently. You took another deep breath and stepped away from Castiel so you could face all three of them. 

“Remember that hunt that me and Cas took. The one with the lone werewolf?” You began, and they nodded their heads, eyebrows furrowed. “Well...” you took a deep breath. “It turned out to be two wolves and the second wolf...Cas didn’t...I mean he...” you stopped yourself, hearing your voice begin to shake. Castiel placed a hand on your shoulder. “I didn’t what?” he asked, voice coated in concern. “You didn’t make it out!” you snapped at him, jerking your shoulder from his touch. He stared back at you in shock, not knowing what to say. 

“Y/N,” Dean warned, voice tight. “Don’t tell me you’re stupid enough to do what I think you did.” You let out a bitter laugh. “I did what I had to do,” you muttered. “Which was?” Dean asked angrily, standing up from his seat. “I made a deal okay! Happy?” you spat back at him. A thick silence fell upon the room. 

“No,” Cas said softly, staring blankly at the floor. “No, please, Y/N,” he said, turning his gaze to stare hopelessly into your eyes. You met his stare for a moment before you felt yourself suffocating under the guilt and you tore your eyes away. Dean sunk back into his chair and wiped a hand over his face. “How long?” he asked blankly. You bit your lip and continued to stare at the floor. 

“Y/N I said how long!” Dean bellowed and your flinched at the harshness of his tone. “One year,” you said meekly, fresh tears rolling over your cheeks. You heard Dean mutter something under his breath but the beating of your heart drowned it out. The room was starting to spin and you felt your knees buckled before a pair of strong arms scooped you up and held you to their chest. 

“I won’t let them take you. I’ll get my grace back. I’ll find a way to save you. I have to. I have-” Cas said desperately, voice cracking. He held you tighter against him and you felt his shoulders shake with a sob. You held him tighter, apology after apology spilling from your mouth. 

Suddenly, Dean stood up and grabbed his jacket and keys. “Come on,” he said gruffly. Castiel released you from his embrace and the two of you and Sam looked at him confused. Sam cleared his throat before asking, “um, where are we going?” Dean pursed his lips and shrugged his jacket on. “We got a fireworks show to catch,” he said simply. His eyes met yours and you could see how much pain he was holding in them. “One last time,” he said, looking at you. You smiled softly. “One last time.” 

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Assistance

Warnings: none, just fluff

A/N: This is set around season four, when the angels are first introduced and are trying to get Sam and Dean to “pLaY tHeiR PaRtS”

hope yall like it! (◕ᴗ◕✿)

It had been a long day and an even longer week between trying to work a case and dealing with all this new angel bullshit. Up until three weeks ago, you had no idea angels even existed, and now they seemed to be everywhere. Not only that, but they were not the kind, loving, helpful beings you had learned about in school. No, these angels were dicks. Well, maybe not all of them. There was Castiel, he was the one who pulled your brother out of Hell and you were eternally grateful for it. And those eyes...

Anyway. You were the one who suggested working a case, in an attempt to distract yourself and your brothers from the overwhelming sense of impending doom the apocalypse was causing. The case was relatively easy, with only a few hangups, and now the three of you were drinking in your motel room, trying to just relax for a few hours. With a grunt Dean stood up and clapped Sam on the shoulder. 

“Alright, me and Sammy are gonna get some shut eye. Need anything before we leave?” your older brother asked you over his shoulder as the two of them walked towards the door. “I’m good thanks,” you said, smiling softly at him. You felt bad for them, all this talk about being the perfect vessels for Michael and Lucifer was freaking them out, whether they’d let on to it or not. Dean nodded and muttered a “good night” in response and walked out the door, Sam threw you a quick smile over his shoulder before closing the door behind them. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and eased yourself off the bed. You grabbed a change of pjs before shuffling over to the bathroom, careful not to put too much weight on your ankle. The vengeful spirit the three of you had been hunting caught you off guard and threw you up against the wall before abruptly letting you down, causing you to land on your ankle wrong. 

After getting changed, you made yourself a cup of tea, grabbed the book you were currently reading, and made your way over to the armchair. You knew sleep wouldn’t come easy with all the stress you were under, but reading helped you relax enough to become drowsy. You were too caught up in your book to notice the sound of wings flapping coming from behind you. Castiel stood awkwardly behind you for a few moments, unsure of how to get your attention and you continued reading, unaware of the celestial being behind you. You were about to flip the page when you heard a gruff voice say, “Um, pardon me.”

You yelped as you lept up from your chair to face the intruder. His eyes widened as he put his hands up in defense. “I apologize, it was not my intention to startle you,” he said quickly. You sighed in relief that it was just Castiel and took a deep breath to try and slow your elevated heart rate. “S’alright,” you choked out. You sighed again as you sunk back into your chair and he awkwardly shuffled around the chair to face you. “So, uh, what did you need?” you asked the angel before you. He shifted his weight uncomfortably and stared at the ground. He took a deep breath before responding, “Zachariah worries that I have become too..friendly.. with your brothers and has demoted me from their charge,” he began, a hint of shame in his voice. “Instead, I am to report to you and assist you in any way you require.”

You stared at him dumfounded. Really? you thought, an angel taking orders from me? He looked up at you with furrowed brows and tilted his head. “No, I would not be taking orders from you. Simply assisting where you deem necessary,” he stated with an edge to his voice. Your eyes widened in embarrassment and a blush crept up your cheeks. Before you could respond, his burning gaze left your eyes and trailed down to your feet. “You are injured,” he muttered. You cleared your throat before answering, “it’s nothing,” quietly. He slowly knelt in front of you, looking deeply into your eyes. “Allow me,” he said lowly, pressing his palm to your ankle. You winced at the contact before feeling a warm rush of energy relieving the pain. As soon as the warmth was there, it was gone, and he stood up smoothing the front of his trenchcoat. 

You cautiously rolled your ankle, surprised at the lack of pain. You looked up at him with furrowed brows. “How..” you asked in disbelief. “I healed you,” he stated simply. You were still at a loss for words when he broke the silence. “Is there anything else I can assist you with?” he asked, a hint of hopefulness in his eyes. You racked your brain for something, anything he could do. “I..uh..I can’t think of anything,” you responded. “Very well then,” he said, looking slightly disappointed. “I will return to Zachariah,” he said as if he was dreading it. You felt a pang in your heart, you knew that Castiel only wanted to do the right thing, and unfortunately, not a lot of angels followed that mentality. You could tell that Castiel didn’t agree with Zachariah’s methods and was beginning to resent him for how he was treating your brothers. 

“Wait,” you blurted out as he turned to leave. He turned back to you, tilting his head. “Zachariah ordered you to assist me with whatever I need, right?” you asked, gaining a huff of annoyance from the angel. “More or less,” he muttered. “And he can’t bother you if you’re...assisting me, right?” you asked. His eyes squinted, trying to understand where you were going with this. “Right,” he confirmed. You smiled. “Well, Castiel, I have a hard time falling asleep at night,” you started. “I can fix that,” he said, lifting two fingers to your forehead. You quickly dodged them before grabbing his hand and lowering it back to his side. He looked at you questioningly and you smiled reassuringly back at him before getting up from your chair and pushing it to the edge of the motel bed. You climbed into bed and gestured for him to sit in the chair. He furrowed his brows, saying, “Y/N, I don’t-” “Castiel,” you cut him off, exasperated that he wasn’t getting it. You looked at the chair and then at him expectantly, waiting for him to sit before continuing.

He looked at the chair warily before approaching it and sitting down hesitantly. He looked back up at you, eyes unsure and waiting for you to speak. You smiled and slipped under the covers. “Tell me stories about Heaven,” you requested. He was quiet for a moment. “Y/N, I dont see how this would assist you,” Castiel said hesitantly, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. You sighed and ran a hand over your face before explaining, “Humans tell stories to get other humans to fall asleep. I can’t sleep at night. Boom. Assisting. You don’t like taking orders from Zachariah. He can’t bother you if you’re assisting me. Get it?” you said with a hint of annoyance in your voice. Understanding washed over his features as they softened, the corners of his mouth twitching upward slightly. “I see,” he said, leaning back in his chair. He paused before continuing, “Where would you like me to begin?” he asked. You smiled, shifting to face him and getting in a more comfortable position to fall asleep. “The beginning,” you responded, eliciting a soft smile from the angel. 

Castiel told you stories of Heaven, painting vivid pictures in your mind of everything he was telling you. He told you everything from the bloody battles he fought, to perfectly describing Heaven’s lush gardens. He realized you had fallen asleep as a soft snore cut off his sentence. He smiled to himself before quietly getting up, careful not to wake you. He gave one more glance at the peaceful figure behind him before sighing to himself and returning to Zachariah. 

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Home, part seven

Warnings: NSFW, pure smut lmao

A/N: i’m new to writing, especially smut so i hope this is okay! feedback is greatly appreciated and my requests are open!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

You turned around to straddle him and his eyes grew wide as his hardened member made contact with your clothed pussy. “I..” was all he managed to get out. “Use your words, Castiel,” you said, voice honeyed. 

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“Use your words, Castiel,” you said, voice honeyed. He looked from under you with wide eyes before swallowing thickly and averting his gaze from you. You put your finger under his chin and lifted it to make him meet your gaze. He looked up nervously, struggling to keep eye contact. You raised your eyebrows expectantly at him, prompting his response. He swallowed again before responding. “I want..” he staid, his strained voice barely above a whisper. He closed his eyes for a second, seemingly mustering the courage needed to say what was coming next. He opened his eyes and looked into yours with such intensity you swore he was looking straight into your soul. “I want to make love to you,” he said several octaves lower than his typical voice. 

His sudden boldness took you by surprise and he took advantage of it. In one swift move, he flipped you so that he was now on top of you, one arm wrapped under you and the other holding himself up. “And,’ he said, lowering his face to inches above yours. “I think you want me to,” he finished before moving to ghost your neck with his lips. You were so filled with desire you couldn’t form an answer, all that came out was a whimper. You felt his hot breath on your neck as he chuckled. He peppered light kisses along your neck, causing your breath to hitch and your heart to beat faster. “You see,” he said, removing himself from your neck. “I’ve answered several prayers from you in the middle of the night, and of course I come, ready to fight whatever danger you found yourself in. But,” you gulped as he trailed off. He lowered himself to kiss your neck again, barely touching his lips to your skin. You let out an involuntary moan when he found your pulse point. He hovered there for a moment, before lightly sucking the skin. “But,” he repeated as he eventually pulled off of you. “There was no danger. Just you....calling out to me in pleasure,” he said with a smirk. He lowered himself back down to you, hovering in the crook of your neck close enough that you could feel his breath again. “I’ve seen your dreams, Y/N,” he whispered and you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. “I’d like to act on them...if you’ll allow me,” he finished, lips ghosting your neck, waiting for your permission. “Yes,” you said breathlessly. 

Castiel dove in, nipping and sucking along your neck. Your hands flew to his hair as he continued to attack your neck with kisses. You moaned when he reached your pulse point again, writhing underneath of him. He sunk lower onto you, his hardened member brushing against your aching pussy. You moaned again, bucking your hips up to meet his in an attempt to gain some much needed friction. You felt him groan against your neck, adding to your arousal. “Cas, you breathed, “clothes, now.” He reluctantly pulled off of your neck and climbed off of you to sit back on his heels. He quickly threw his t-shirt off and watched hungrily as you sat up and slipped your shirt off as well. His eyes went wide at the realization that you hadn’t worn a bra to bed. You suddenly felt too exposed under his stare and you instinctively went to cover your breasts. “No,” Castiel stopped you. He inched his way closer to you, reaching out to cup them. 

“Perfect...so beautiful,” he murmured, rough palms kneeding your soft flesh, eliciting low moans from you. You gasped in pleasure as his thumb brushed over your nipple and he raised his eyebrow at your reaction. He repeated his action again, testing your reaction. You moaned at the sensation, and the corners of his mouth twitched into a smirk. “This is..pleasurable to you?” he asked softly. “Y-yes,” you moaned. His eyes squinted in thought. He wrapped an arm around your back, keeping you upright, as he hesitantly lowered his head to your breasts. He placed a few soft kisses before running his tongue over your hardened nipple. “Cas!” you exclaimed, your hips bucking involuntarily. You groaned at the lack of friction as the heat in your center grew. Castiel continued to swirl his tongue around your nipple, his grip on you tightening as his free hand began to grope your other breast. “Please, Cas,” you gasped, desperate for some type of friction. The ache in your core was becoming unbearable. Castiel removed his mouth from one breast to latch on to the other. “Nnngh..Cas,” you moaned, unable to form words.

“Use your words, honeybee,” he mocked, humming against your nipple and adding to your arousal. “Please, Cas,” you moaned. You felt him smile against your skin. “Please what?” he asked smugly. That bastard knew what he was doing to you but it felt too damn good to care. “Touch me. Please,” you managed to get out between moans. Castiel took the hand that wasn’t supporting your back and slid it up your thigh, relishing the soft moan his action caused. His fingers brushed over your clothed pussy, groaning as he felt how wet you were without even taking your panties off. He slipped his hand into your panties and ran a finger between your folds and you moaned at the contact. "Cas,” you panted and he pulled off of your nipple to look up at you. “My honeybee, so eager. So reactive to my touch,” he murmured, dragging his finger up to brush against your clit. You cried out, grinding against his hand, needy for more. He watched as your eyes squeezed shut and your lips parted, only adding to his desire to please you. 

He continued rubbing slow circles around your clit and the coil in your core continued to tighten. “I wonder..” you heard him whisper to himself. You opened your eyes to see lick his lips looking down at your pussy hungrily. You gulped in anticipation at the realization. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, seemingly asking for your permission. Your breath caught in your throat and you silently nodded. Castiel lowered you back down onto the bed, retracting his arm from around your back. He looked deeply into your eyes before glancing down at your lips. You snaked a hand around the base of his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. Castiel didn’t know what to do with his lips at first, but soon melted them into yours, deepening the kiss. He pulled away out of breath before kissing your jaw, and then trailing down your neck, stopping to suck at your pulse point. Castiel kissed down to your collarbone, sliding his tongue along it and chuckling at the goosebumps that formed on your skin. He lowered his head again to kiss a line down the valley between your breasts and down your stomach, stopping at the top of your panties. He looked up at you, silently asking one last time. “Please,” you whispered. He hooked two fingers into your panties and pulled them down your legs, tossing them behind him. He took in the sight of your naked body, basking in the fragments of moonlight shining through the window. “Beautiful...my father’s most perfect creation,” he said in awe. You couldn’t help the blush creeping across your face and you prayed Castiel couldn’t see it. 

After one more hungry sweep of your body, his eyes focused at your center, as he moved to lay down between your thighs. His arms slipped beneath your thighs, pulling you down the bed and closer to his face. His tongue licked a broad stripe between your folds, causing you to cry out. He eagerly repeated to motion, this time grazing your clit and you bucked your hips to meet his tongue. He flattened his tongue and began tracing circles around your clit, moving faster with each moan you let out. From the previous teasing, it didn’t take much for your orgasm to build up. You felt your legs twitch and the coil in your core tighten even further. Suddenly, Castiel wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, pushing you over the edge. You screamed his name as you felt waves of intense pleasure crashing over your body. His tongue stayed on your clit, prolonging your orgasm and helping you through the waves. “Cas,” you whimpered. He lifted his face from your pussy and looked at you with pleading eyes. “Please. One more,” he begged. You barely had time to process his request before he dove back in, this time hungrily lapping up your arousal. You cried out, jolting your hips away from him but he stayed on you, determined. He plunged his tongue into your pussy and you cried out again, moaning as he brought his thumb to rub your sensitive clit. Before you knew it, the coil had sprung again and you were sent over the edge, legs shaking from another intense orgasm. 

“Castiel,” you breathed. He looked up at your limp form sprawled on the bed. “Was that..okay?” he asked sheepishly, no trace of his confidence from earlier. You stared at him in disbelief. “Okay?” you asked. “Cas that was more than okay that was...incredible,” you said searching for words and he smiled softly. “Your turn,” you said, sitting up and smiling mischievously. You began crawling over to him, reaching out to palm his tented boxers when he grabbed your wrist. “Y/N, as much as I would enjoy feeling your pretty little mouth around my cock, I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside of you.” You felt your pussy clench at the unexpected vulgar words coming from your angel. He pulled you in for a passionate kiss before you could protest and he lowered you back down onto the bed. You wrapped your legs around him and he groaned, collapsing onto you. You pulled away to suck on his bottom lip, causing him to groan again and grind his hips against you. He pulled away long enough to take his boxers off before returning his lips to yours. You reached down, desperate to touch him, and gripped his cock. He moaned into the kiss, bucking his hips into your touch. You stroked his already rock hard length a few times before he broke the kiss. “Y/N,” he moaned. “Please,” you begged. “Castiel I need you,” you said, hating how desperate you sounded, but unable to stop yourself. He rubbed his tip between your slick folds, eliciting a moan from you, before aligning himself against your entrance.

 “Are you sure?” he asked softly, peering into your eyes. “Yes,” you whispered. With that, Castiel slowly pushed himself inside of you, dropping his head and moaning softly. “Is th-this okay?” he said in a strained voice before pushing in any further. You nodded fervently, needing to feel more of him, and moaning when he was fully sheathed inside of you. He tried to pause to give you time to adjust, but you needed more. “Castiel” you moaned, “please..m-move.” He pulled out slowly before sinking back into you, groaning. He gradually picked up his pace, earning more moans from you. You felt the familiar coil start to tighten again as he slammed relentlessly into you. You wrapped your legs around him again, allowing him to go even deeper. “Nnngh..Y/N...” he moaned as his hips faltered. You gasped as the tip of his cock hit your G-spot. “C-Cas....I...ohh�� you mewled. One of his hands found its way down to your pussy and he began rubbing quick circles against your clit. “Castiel” you moaned. “Say it again,” he commanded in a strained voice. “Castieelllll” you said, voice honeyed. He groaned and snapped his hips sharply against you. “Again,” he said through his teeth. Another snap and you were sent over the edge. “Castiel!” you screamed as your orgasm ripped through you. Your walls clenched around his cock, sending him over the edge as well. He moaned a string of Enochian as he came, hips thrusting sloppily into you. 

As you both came down from your highs, Castiel collapsed down next to you. It was quiet for a moment as you both tried to catch your breath. Cas was the first to break the silence. “Was that..alright?” he asked nervously, allowing himself a quick glance toward you. You giggled before curling up against him. “That was more than alright, Castiel,” you cooed. He smiled and kissed the top of your head before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to his chest. You both laid there content in post orgasm bliss before he broke the silence again. “Y/N,” he began nervously. “I....I don’t want you to think that this was all I wanted. I mean yes this was incredible and I very much enjoyed watching you writhe beneath me as I-” “Cas,” you cut him off giggling. “Right,” he said sheepishly. “I..care deeply for you, Y/N. I don’t just want intercourse from you. I..I am in love with you, Y/N,” he said softly. Your heart swelled and you held him closer. “I love you too, Cas,” you said, smiling against his chest. “Have for a while,” you admitted quietly. He pulled you up to be eye level with him and grinned at you before pulling you into a kiss. 

After pulling away, you buried you face into the crook of his neck, eager to be as close as possible. “I love you Castiel,” you said sleepily against him. He held you closer and kissed the top of your head before murmuring Enochian into your hair. “Rest, my honeybee,” he said as you drifted peacefully into sleep. 

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Home, part six

Warnings: fight scene, angst, nsfw scene

A/N: hehe cliff hanger >:) 

Part one | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

 Castiel quickly walked out of the kitchen and climbed the stairs to his room, careful to turn his body out of your sight. Once he reached the comfort of his room, he sat down on his bed and pulled his phone out. He really didn’t want to call Dean and ask for help, but he really had no idea what he was doing. Sighing to himself, he reluctantly dialed Dean’s number. “Cas, buddy, how are you? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did Y/N find you? Where-” 

“Dean.” Castiel’s gruff voice cut off the older Winchester through the phone. He sighed before continuing, trying to be patient. “I am well, Y/N found me, we are at her old house,” he answered quickly. He heard the brother let out a sigh of relief. “That’s good to hear man. How are things? Everything alright?” Dean continued to bombard him with questions. “Actually,” Castiel began before sighing again. “I have a bit of a...predicament,” he said vaguely. “...What kind of predicament?” Dean questioned. “My vessel...it appears to be..malfunctioning,” Castiel explained slowly. A moment passed as understanding washed over Dean. “And is this...predicament...in the downstairs region?” Dean asked, holding back a fit of laughter. “...Perhaps,” Castiel answered hesitantly. Dean couldn’t hold back the laughter any longer and Castiel rolled his eyes, annoyed at the lack of help being offered from his friend. “I’m..I’m sorry man...” Dean apologized between laughs. “Dean this isn’t funny,” Castiel scolded into the phone. “I made a fool of myself in front of Y/N. I hope I haven’t offended her..” he trailed off, voice becoming softer at the thought of offending you. “Cas, trust me buddy, you did not offend Y/N,” Dean said, clutching his side and breathing deeply, trying to recover from his laughing fit. “All right, bud, this is what you’re gonna do.” 

After you watched Cas awkwardly shuffle up the stairs, you decided to start on breakfast. You were craving eggs and toast, and you hoped that would be okay with Castiel. You fruitlessly tried not to think about his current state upstairs, but to no avail. You imagined how beautiful he would look in all his glory, head lolled against his shoulders. You fought the urge to run upstairs as you pictured his mouth slightly parted and eyes closed in pleasure. The soft moans he would make as he touched himself.....Get a grip, Y/N! You shook your head rid of your fantasy and pulled your attention back to the eggs you were frying up, ignoring the ache in your core and damp spot in your panties. 

You placed an egg, slice of toast, and some cut fruit on a plate for Castiel when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. You placed his plate in front of his chair before turning around to greet the former angel. He had tried to make himself presentable; he had changed into jeans and an old tshirt of Dean’s, but the glow in his cheeks and his unusual relaxed state gave him away. “Better?” you smiled gently at him. His cheeks reddened and he gave you a tight lipped smile in confirmation before averting his eyes from yours. “I um, made some breakfast,” you said, gesturing to his plate on the table and sitting down. He nodded and muttered his thanks, still not looking you in the eye. Part of you enjoyed how flustered he was around you, but eventually you decided to throw him a bone. 

“So Cas,” you began, pushing a piece of egg around your plate with your fork. Cas briefly raised his head to look at your before looking back down at his plate. “How do you feel about going shopping with me today? We need to get you some clothes and I need some new jeans,” you said, looking up at him. He relaxed his tensed shoulders, relieved to be talking about something other than his..predicament..from this morning. “I would like that very much,” he said, smiling and looking up to meet you gaze. You stared back into his ocean eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in them for a moment. Castiel was the first one to break the silence. “This breakfast was lovely, thank you, Y/N,” he said looking down at his empty plate. You laughed as you stood up taking both of your plates, “it’s just eggs and toast, Cas,” you said, making your way to the sink. Castiel smiled to himself. Yes, but it’s your eggs and toast, he thought to himself. 

You went back upstairs to get ready for the day, stopping in the mirror to fix your hair. You slipped off your sleep shirt and put on a bralette before rummaging through your drawer for the shirt you wanted. Suddenly you heard Castiel’s voice along with your door creaking open. “Y/N I was w-” he cut himself off. You stood in shock just staring at the intruder. His eyes widened as he realized his mistake. You stood in front of him in nothing but panties and a bralette. He desperately searched for something to say-anything-but was rendered speechless. He couldn’t help his eyes wander to roam up and down your body, taking in every detail. “Cas!” you squeaked, trying to cover yourself up. He snapped out of it and took the hint, and practically tripped over his feet leaving the room. You stood there for a few minutes after he had left trying to regain your composure. You got dressed and took a deep breath before walking down the stairs. Castiel heard you coming down and immediately shot off the couch toward the bottom of the staircase. 

“Y/N I apologize it was not my intention to.. see you, I entered the room to-” “Cas,” you interrupted him, feigning anger, but soon broke when you saw his pleading puppy eyes and the way he held his hands clasped together by his chest. You giggled before saying, “it’s okay, just remember there’s a reason why doors are closed,” he nodded, lowering his head. “Well, now that we’ve both been sufficiently embarrassed, how bout shopping?” you said, raising your eyebrows at him. 

Shopping with Cas had been..interesting to say the least. He was surprisingly very picky. One shirt was too scratchy, another was too tight, another was too blue, and -your favorite- another one was “eh.” “What do you mean “eh?” you asked him. He scrunched his face up. “It’s just....eh.” You wiped a hand over your face before responding. “Cas, bud, do you like anything here?” Cas looked around for a moment before a table of flannels caught his eye. He walked over to the table and started picking up ones that he liked. You rolled your eyes before following him. “Really, Cas? Flannels? You really are a Winchester, huh,” you laughed. He smiled softly, picking up more. The two of you picked out several outfits for him before reaching the underwear section. “So Cas,” you said trying your best to hide your blush and sound nonchalant, “boxers or briefs?” He thought for a moment, looking between his two options. “Boxers,” he decided and you tried not to think of how he would look in each of the pairs he chose. After collecting his new wardrobe, you checked out and got back in the car. “Where to next?” you turned and asked him. “Wherever you would like to go,” he responded, smiling at you. You thought for a second. “I know a good smoothie place, we could go if you wanted?” “That sounds lovely, Y/N.” 

The two of you made easy conversation on the car ride over and you told memories from the places you were passing along the ride. You parked in the lot and you noticed two men in suits standing along the side of the building. Out of habit, you reached down to make sure your gun was still in your waistband. Shrugging off the uneasy feeling you had, the two of you hopped out of the car and headed to the store, your eyes still on the two men. You made eye contact with one of them, who quickly hit his partner to get his attention. “Heads up- 11 o’clock,” you said under your breath to Castiel. His brows furrowed and he looked up to see the two men walking briskly towards the two of you. “Fuck,” you muttered, reaching to put your hand on your gun. You became increasingly aware of the fact that Castiel was weaponless. As an angel he had no need for a gun, and an angel blade was hard to conceal without his signature trenchcoat. You cursed again at this realization as the two men were quickly closing the gap between you. 

“Castiel. We have been looking for you, brother,” one of them said from across the parking lot. Your blood ran cold as you realized two things at once: 1. they had every intention to hurt, if not kill your angel, and 2. your angel blade was in the car...20 feet away. “Castiel. Angel blade. Car. Go.” You said to him through your teeth, pulling your gun out of your waistband. He shot you a concerned glance. “But Y/N-” “NOW.” He hesitantly looked between you and his brothers before sprinting to the car. 

“Walk away while you still have the chance,” you said threateningly, stopping in front of them, gun pointed. The two angels laughed. “You know that gun isn’t going to kill us,” one said mockingly. You set your shoulders back and lifted your head a little higher. “No,” you started, “but it’s gonna hurt like a bitch,” you said, unloading a clip into one of them. The angel groaned and dropped to the ground as the other angrily charged at you. He used his grace to disarm you before winding up and punching you in the face. You stumbled backwards, pain searing across your cheekbone. You came back up, dodging his next punch, but crashing to the ground as he swept your leg out from under your. He pinned you to the ground, squeezing your neck tightly. “Silly human, just wait until we alert angel radio. You-” He was cut off as his eyes and mouth glowed brightly, before collapsing on the ground next to you. You gasped for air, coughing and holding your throat. Castiel stood above you where the angel had been, the angel blade in his hand covered in blood. “Y/N,” he said concerned, reaching his hand out to you. You took it and he hauled you up to your feet and pulled you into a tight hug. You were shocked for a moment before returning his embrace. “Y/N I’m so sorry they were after me not you I could’ve.. I could’ve lost you” his last words came out in a whisper as he gripped you tighter. 

“Cas,” your voice came out strained, a combination of being strangled and from how tight his embrace was. He seemed to pick up on this and released you, still gripping your forearms. “I’m okay, really,” you forced a smile. “Come on we need to get out of here.” The two of you started to make your way to the car when a wave of pain shot up your ankle. You stumbled for a second before Castiel caught you. “You’re hurt,” he said, voice filled with concern. “I’m fine,” you grunted, taking another step. You winced as you put weight on your ankle, which didn’t go unnoticed by Castiel. Without saying anything, he slid an arm around your back and swept your feet off the ground to carry you bridal style back to the car. “Cas!” you squealed. He smiled softly down at you. “You are injured,” he stated plainly, turning his gaze back in front of him. Your heart fluttered at the contact and you melted against his chest. 

He opened the passenger door and lowered you into the seat before walking around the car and getting in the driver’s seat. “When you branded my ribs it warded me against angels right?” you asked, looking over at him and wincing as you moved your neck. He shot you a pained look before answering, “yes. Why?” “Well did you also brand Jimmy’s ribs?” you questioned. Castiel was quiet for a moment before answering, “No, I did not.” You nodded and picked up your phone, searching for the nearest tattoo shop. “We’re gonna mark your vessel so no more angels find us. The one who pinned me down threatened to tell angel radio so at least we know no one else knows where we are.”

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“You sure about that?” you questioned after Castiel told the tattoo artist where he wanted the warding. He looked up at you questioningly. “Yeah, tough guy, ribs are gonna hurt, I’m not sure if you can handle that,” the artist teased. Castiel clenched his jaw and glared at the man. “I can handle it,” he said firmly. You exchanged a glance with the artist before he shrugged and got to work. Cas hid his pain well in the beginning, but after the first half hour his eyes closed tightly and he winced as the artist continued. After what felt like years to Castiel, the artist was finally done and you paid him before getting back in the car with Castiel. “Looks good,” you said softly as he lifted his shirt up gingerly. A blush crept up his cheeks before he started the car and pulled out of the lot.

When you got home, Castiel insisted on carrying you up the stairs and tending to the cut along your cheekbone. After he was satisfied with his work, he turned his attention to your ankle. “I do not think that it’s broken, but it will be sore for a few weeks,” he said, carefully turning your foot in his hands. “I’m sorry, if I had my grace I would have healed you by now and you would not be in pain,” he said sadly, hanging his head. “Hey,” you said, lifting his chin up. “I’ll be okay Cas, thank you.” He gave you a small smile in return. 

“I don’t think I have it in me to cook tonight, is pizza okay?” you asked. “Of course,” he assured you. You called in a delivery order to your local pizza shop as Castiel carried you back down the stairs. He set you down on the couch and you put on a tv show to pass the time before the pizza got there. Halfway through the episode Castiel cleared his throat. “Y/N, I truly am sorry about today. You’re hurt because of me, because of a mistake that I made. And my brothers they almost....” he took a deep breath before continuing, “I don’t know what I would have done if they had. I..can’t lose you, Y/N,” he turned to face you, desperation filling his eyes. “I-” he was cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing. He sighed, closing his eyes and dropping his shoulders before rising from the couch. You sat in shock as Castiel greeted the pizzaman at the door. What was he going to say? Your heart fluttered at the thought of him confessing his feelings for you. You had been fantasizing about it for so long, it didn’t seem possible.. or did it?

Whatever Castiel was going to say remained unsaid. The two of you ate the pizza and got distracted by the show until you glanced at the clock and realized how late it was. “Cas,” you groaned, sitting up straighter. “We should go to bed.” He nodded and stood up before facing you and scooping you off the couch. “Cas,” you giggled,” “you know you don’t have to keep carrying me, right?” He gave you a toothy grin. “I know, Y/N,” he said, carrying you up that stairs and into your room. He set you down on your bed. “Goodnight, Y/N. Pleasant dreams,” he said before closing your door behind him. You sighed. “Goodnight, Cas,” you said softly. 

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It was around 2am when you heard it. “No...NO....stop....please.” You shot up in bed, straining to hear. “Please..don’t...Y/N!....NO!” You jumped out of bed, ignoring the pain in your ankle and running across the hall to Castiel’s room. You burst through the door, gun at the ready. You didn’t find an intruder, but you did find Castiel writhing under his sheet, sweating, and clearly in distress. “Let..her..go,” he said through his teeth, thrashing again. You quickly set your gun on his dresser and sat down next to him on the bed. “Cas,” you cooed, running your fingers through his hair. The thrashing stopped, but his face was still contorted in fear. “Shhh, you’re okay Cas, it’s a dream. You can wake up, Cas,” you said softly, still stroking his hair. His eyes shot opened and stared up at you panicked. “Y/N..I..you..” he stammered. “Shhhh, it’s okay Castiel,” you cooed. His features softened and his body relaxed under your touch. You were tempted to stay and keep playing with his hair, but you knew you should let him sleep. “I’ll be right across the hall, Cas,” you said lightly, getting up. His hand flew to your wrist. 

“Please,” he choked out. You turned to him, eyebrows furrowed. “Please stay,” he looked up at you with puppy eyes and you had to restrain yourself from throwing yourself at him and holding him as tight as you could. “Of course,” you smiled at him. He hurriedly scooted back on the bed to make room for you and you climbed in beside him, back to his chest. “Do you want to talk about it?” you asked softly. “No,” he said into your hair. You nodded slightly and adjusted to get closer to him. He tensed slightly as the curve of your ass brushed against his now hardening member. You felt heat pool in your core as you felt his cock hardening against you. Your body betrayed you and instinctively moved to slightly grind against him. You heard him grunt before pulling you tighter against his chest. “Y/N,” he said in a strained voice. “Hmm?” you hummed, moving your hips rhythmically against his hardening cock. He groaned, hands sliding up your shirt and pulling you even tighter against his body. The ache in your core began to grow as he moved his hands to grip your waist tight. You grinded harder against him, eliciting another groan. “Y/N..I,” he trailed off. “I...” The effect you had on him gave a major boost to your confidence. You turned around to straddle him and his eyes grew wide as his hardened member made contact with your clothed pussy. “I..” was all he managed to get out. “Use your words, Castiel,” you said, voice honeyed. 

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Little One

Warnings: angst, kidnapping, mainly fluff though

A/N: Super cute request, I kinda strayed a little bit, but I had fun writing this one! Send me any requests you might have!

Castiel checked the time and determined that the brothers should be back within the hour. He passed on their latest case, giving a vague excuse of having business to deal with in Heaven. It wasn’t a lie, he was just careful in not telling to whole truth. As the brothers had been packing for their trip, Castiel had received an odd prayer. 

           “Castiel, please, I hope you can hear this. It’s Y/N. I..I’m in trouble. I need you..I..I’m scared. Please brother. Help me.”

Castiel shot up, knocking his chair over in the process, and gaining attention from the brothers. Sam and Dean exchanged quizzical looks. “Uh, Cas everything okay buddy?” Dean asked hesitantly. Castiel turned to him with wide eyes. “I...” he cleared his throat, regaining his stoic composure. “Yes, everything is fine. I will not be able to accompany you. I have business to attend to.. in Heaven.” Before the brothers could ask for more details, Castiel had poofed out of the room in search for Y/N. 

He traced the prayer to an abandoned warehouse. Typical, he thought to himself. He snuck in stealthily, angel blade in hand. His eyes scanned the room, quickly spotting Y/N in the center of the room, tied to a chair. Two demons were guarding her, making sure she didn’t escape. Castiel felt his blood begin to boil and he saw red. “Y/N, do not be afraid,” he mentally thought to her. Y/N stiffened in her chair upon hearing Castiel in her mind. “Stay still and act natural. Tell me, little one, how many are there?” “Cassie. Thank father. Thank you thank you,” she gushed. “Um, I counted five but three of them left I don’t know where they went. Cassie, this is a trap, they took me to get you. I’m sorry I didn’t know.” Castiel felt a wave of guilt wash over him. Y/N was his youngest sister, the purest and kindest being he had ever had the pleasure of knowing. She did not deserve this. 

“Do not watch this, Y/N,” Castiel thought to her, in an attempt to preserve her innocence. He stormed the demons, catching them off guard. He knocked both to the ground, smiting them instantly. He immediately turned to Y/N and quickly untied her. Her weak body collapsed into his and he felt her sobs shake through her. “It’s alright, Y/N, I have you, you are safe,” he murmured into her hair. He kissed the top of her head and she felt his grace surge through her, healing any damage the demons had caused. Suddenly, she straightened, trying to wriggle out from his grasp. “Brother! Behind you!” she screamed. Castiel whirled around, still holding Y/N. The remaining three demons were charging toward them, angel blades out ready to attack. Castiel quickly poofed the two of them back to the bunker, out of harm’s way. 

Y/N flinched in her older brother’s arms, wary of the new surroundings. Castiel slowly released her, setting her down on her feet. “You are safe here, little one, I’ll watch over you,” he smiled softly at her. Y/N looked around the room they were currently in, spotting hundreds of books lining the shelves. Castiel chuckled as she slowly spun in a circle, staring in awe of the bunker’s vast library. “What is this place?” she asked breathlessly. “The Men of Letters bunker. It belongs to my friends, they are legacies. They will not mind you staying here, it is the safest place you could be,” Cas cast his gaze down guiltily. “Demons will not find you here,” he added softly. Y/N bit her lip, she hated seeing her big brother down like this. He had a tendency to be way too hard on himself, despite all the good he does. She wrapped her arms around him quickly, catching him off guard. Castiel looked down at her in surprise before returning the hug.

“You saved me big brother,” Y/N said, giggling against his chest. “Thank you.” Castiel’s heart swelled. “I will always protect you,” he said softly. Castiel noticed her frame was shaking slightly, most likely from the shock of the ordeal she had just been through. An idea popped into his head. He released her, moving his hands to her shoulders. “Stay here, make yourself comfortable. I will make you some tea,” he smiled. Y/N tilted her head in confusion. “Brother...we don’t.. drink” she said questioningly. He chuckled. “I know. It is something of a human comfort. I have found it to be comforting myself,” he replied. “Sit,” Castiel began, “I believe you will find these books interesting.” Cas left Y/N and made his way to the kitchen to brew his baby sister some tea. 

Y/N was so immersed in a lore book that she didn’t hear the bunker’s door open, nor the heavy footsteps making their way to the library. She did, however hear the sound of duffel bags hitting the floor and looked up in time to see two flannel clad men pointing guns at her. “Who are you?” the shorter man demanded sternly. Y/N cowered further into her chair while her eyes grew wide and her mouth opened and closed, searching for the words to say. “Castiel!” she cried, finally. Castiel came running into the library, finding his two best friends pointing guns at his baby sister. “SAM, DEAN,” he bellowed. The brothers immediately snapped their heads in his direction. “Guns. Down. Now.” he commanded through his teeth. Sam and Dean shot each other a wary look before lowering their weapons. The sound of Y/N’s whimper drew the brothers’ attention back to the stranger sitting in their library. Castiel crossed the room quickly, stepping slightly in front of Y/N. 

“Sam, Dean, this is Y/N,” he smiled at you before turning back to the Winchesters. “My youngest sister,” he explained proudly. Sam and Dean’s eyebrows raised as they holstered their guns back in their waistbands. “Your sister?” Sam repeated. “Yes, she was captured by demons. I received her prayer for help before you left for your hunt,” he stated. “That explains the Heaven business,” Dean muttered. “Yes,” Castiel continued, “The demons used her to get to me,” he hung his head. “I should’ve known. I’m sorry, little one. I should’ve protected you before-” “Cassie,” Y/N cut him off. “This isn’t your fault, and besides you got there before they could really hurt me, don’t be so hard on yourself,” Y/N said reassuringly, smiling up at him. 

“Cassie?” Dean scoffed. Castiel’s cheeks turned pink. He cleared his throat before muttering, “She could not pronounce my name as a fledgling.” The two brothers shared an amused look. “Okay, Cassie, is she going to stay here then?” Sam teased. Y/N interrupted before Castiel could respond, “if that’s alright..I don’t wanna be any trouble,” she said shyly, looking at the two men before looking down. “No trouble at all,” Dean assured. “As long as you tell us embarrassing stories about Cassie,” he added. Castiel’s jaw clenched, but soon unclenched at the sound of Y/N’s laughter. He hadn’t heard the angelic sound in centuries it felt like. 

The four of them moved to the map table, Sam and Dean drinking beers while Cas gave Y/N her cup of tea. Her face scrunched up after taking the first sip. Castiel chuckled. “I find the molecules to be pleasant with some of this,” he said, handing her a jar of honey. Y/N eagerly poured a laughable amount of honey into her mug, earning a chuckle from the brothers. She took a sip and hummed. “Thank you Cassie,” she said leaning into his side. 

“So, Y/N,” about these embarrassing stories...” Dean prompted. Y/N giggled against Castiel, who gave Dean a warning look. “So...you know the astroid that wiped out the dinosaurs?” Y/N began shyly, barely looking up at the two men. Castiel stiffened next to her. Dean nodded, encouraging her to continue. Y/N had the Winchesters howling in laughter, clutching their sides as she continued telling stories of a younger Castiel’s cosmic fuck ups. Eventually, Castiel relaxed and sheepishly interjected to add details that Y/N had missed.

Y/N stayed with the Winchesters. She was a huge help to Sam in researching the lore, she had been alive for most of it and was eager to learn about what she didn’t already know. Castiel initially prohibited Y/N from joining the three men on hunts, but sheepishly backed down after she had snuck away to secretly join them on a hunt and saved all of them from a nest of vampires. More than anything, Castiel was relieved that he had Y/N back by his side and swore on his existence that he would do anything to protect her. 

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Home, part five

Warnings: mainly fluff, very slight nsfw

A/N: sorry for the delay in posting, a bitch is goin through it! i hope you enjoy the recipe for the depression meal ive been making everyday of quarantine lmao. i’m working on a request that should be done later this week, so send me any requests you have! also if you have any thoughts on where you want this series to go let me know!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Cas carried the grocery bags to the front door where you stood, thumb running over the key that had rested idly on your keychain for three years. After seeing Castiel waiting patiently behind you, you unlocked the door and held it open for him. “Home sweet home, Cas!” you exclaimed cheerfully, taking in your surroundings. Castiel stood still, eyes taking in every detail your home had to offer. “This is a beautiful home, Y/N,” he said softly. “I think so too, Cas,” you smiled at him. “All right let’s put these groceries away and fix up some dinner,” you said, clapping his back and walking into the kitchen. Castiel followed closely behind you like a lost puppy. You sorted through the groceries, putting everything away except what you would be using to cook dinner.

“It’s already late so I’m just gonna make a quick pasta, if that’s okay,” you bit your lip looking for any signs of protest on his face. “I can cook something nicer tomorrow,” you added quickly. Castiel smiled reassuringly at you before saying, “pasta will be more than enough, thank you, Y/N.” You smiled back to him and turned to get some water boiling in the pot. Once it boiled, you dumped in some pasta and then grabbed a pan and set it on another burner. You threw some olive oil in the pan, followed by some garlic, chopped basil, and spinach. Once the pasta was done, you drained it and tossed it into the pan to mix it in with the other ingredients. Castiel stood behind you watching intently. “This smells lovely, Y/N,” he commented. “Well,” you said grabbing two bowls from the cabinet. “Let’s hope it tastes good too.” 

 You filled both bowls, grabbed silverware, and set it all down on the table. “Here, Cas,” you said gesturing to a bowl in front of an empty seat. He took the hint and sat down while you made your way to the cabinet to grab a wine glass. “Do you want some wine?” you asked over your shoulder. He furrowed his brow, deep in thought. After a few moments he replied, “I’m not sure if I will like it, but I would like to try.” You nodded and grabbed a second glass, filling both with white wine. You made your way back over to the table, setting his glass in front of him. You watched as he took a forkful of pasta and looked at it carefully before taking a bite. You stifled a laugh as his eyes widened, looking up at you and vehemently nodding. “Y/N,” he began, mouth full of pasta. “This..this is incredible!” “Thanks, Cas, it’s just pasta,” you laughed, digging in to you bowl. He took a big gulp of wine and you laughed at the way his face immediately scrunched up. “Cas,” you said between laughs. “You’re not supposed to chug it,” you told him while he coughed, struggling to recover from the burn of the alcohol. “I think,” he coughed, “I think I will stick to water for now.”

After the two of you finished dinner, Castiel was insistent on washing the dishes. “It’s the least I can do,” he repeatedly said in defense to your protests. “Fine, thank you. I’m gonna grab a shower, I’ll be back down soon,” you said over your shoulder as you made your way to the staircase. You walked up the stairs and down the hallway, stopping when you reached the spot where you had found your sister on that fateful night. You shut your eyes, clutching the necklace she had given you before her death tighter to your chest. Taking a deep breath, you made your way to the linen closet, grabbed a towel, and walked into the bathroom. You opened your music app on your phone while reaching into the shower to turn the hot water on. You undressed, singing to your favorite song and slipped into the shower. You sighed in relief as your muscles relaxed into the hot water; you had been driving for so long and it felt good to finally be home. You turned to grab the shampoo when you saw it. The biggest spider you had ever seen in your entire life. Your blood ran cold as a piercing shriek involuntarily left your lips. You desperately tried to back up from it, but lost your footing and you fell, scrambling to get out of the tub. You had just barely covered yourself with your towel and the door flew open and Castiel stumbled in. 

“Y/N!” Castiel yelled, eyes wide in concern, darting across the room trying to find your attacker. Not seeing any threat, his brows furrowed as he cast his gaze down to you, dripping wet and clinging on to your towel. Your face was pale and you tried to explain yourself. “Sp-spider in th-the show-er,” you managed to get out, arm pointing behind you. Brows still furrowed, he tilted his head in confusion and stepped toward the shower. He drew back the curtain and found your assailant. He quickly scooped it up in his hands and left the bathroom. You took a deep breath and let out a shaky exhale, trying to calm yourself after making an absolute fool of yourself in front of Castiel. Silently cursing yourself, you stepped back into the shower. 

After changing into one of Sam’s old college shirts that came to your mid-thigh and some boy-cut underwear, you walked back downstairs trying to overcome your embarrassment. Castiel was sitting quietly on the couch, thumbing through one of your coffee table books. He turned as he heard you enter the room and gave you a gentle smile. “The spider is outside, where he belongs,” he said assuringly. You gave him a stiff smile, trying to ignore the red creeping up your cheeks. You cleared your throat before saying, “sorry if I scared you I just....” you trailed off, plopping down next to him on the couch. Sighing, you continued, “I know that I literally fight monsters for a living but..spiders,” you shivered. “I don’t do spiders,” you said, cutting yourself off from rambling. Castiel nodded understandingly. “Some of my father’s creations can be...intimidating,” he agreed. You sighed again and shook your head. “Do you wanna do something? We could put on a movie or play a board game, or if you’re tired I can show you your room,” you said turning to the former angel. Castiel thought for a moment. He knew that he was tired and would soon require sleep, but he couldn’t shake the ever present longing to spend time with you. 

“I think I would like to watch a movie with you,” he stated confidently, peering into your eyes. Fighting the urge to get lost in his eyes, you nodded and quickly turned to find the remote. The two of you decided on a cheesy looking horror movie, something you and Dean would have chosen for one of your weekly movie nights. You ignored the pang in your heart as you thought about the brothers, instead focusing on the movie in front of you. You settled into your seat on the couch, just inches away from Cas. He glanced longingly at the distance between you before shaking his head and turning back to the screen. A decent chunk of the movie had passed when there was suddenly a jumpscare you hadn’t anticipated. You gasped loudly, jumping at the monster on the screen. Castiel fought the urge to wrap his arms around you, comforting you the way he had done after waking you up from the nightmare you had at the motel. He was about to turn his attention back to the screen when his eyes grazed your newly bare thigh. The big t-shirt you were wearing had ridden up most of your thigh when you jumped, leaving your skin exposed. His eyes wandered up your leg, stopping at the apex of your thighs, still covered by the shirt. Castiel crossed his legs, desperately trying to ignore his tightening pants, and looked back up at the screen. He tried not to think of how soft your exposed skin would be to touch, how your body would react to his hand inching up your thighs, creeping higher and higher until-

“Cas?” Your voice ripped him away from his thoughts. He quickly turned to you, his wide eyes meeting your concerned expression. “Yes,” he choked out. Your features softened and you chuckled. “Did you hear what I said?” He looked down, avoiding your gaze. “No,” he muttered. You laughed again, resting your hand on his thigh. His eyes shot open and he felt his heart race and a blush creeping up to his face. “I said,” you began in a teasing voice, “I’m tired and I don’t want to fall asleep down here. Come on, I’ll show you your room.” You stood up and Castiel watched in disappointment as you t-shirt fell back down to your mid-thigh. He got up and followed you up the stairs to the room directly across from yours. “If you need an extra blanket, there’s some in the cabinet, the towels are in the hallway closet, and.....” you look around looking for anything else worth mentioning. “I think that’s it. Tomorrow I was thinking we could go shopping for some clothes for you, unless you wanna keep wearing the same outfit,” you joked. “If you need anything I’m right across the hall, don’t hesitate to knock,” you said smiling up at the former angel. He glanced around the room before his eyes landed on you, returning your smile. “Thank you, Y/N, you have been very kind to me...more than I deserve I’m afraid,” he trailed off, casting his eyes down to the floor. “Hey,” you began, reaching up to lay your hand on his shoulder. “You deserve the world, Cas. You’ve been so good to me,” you said as he lifted his head, meeting your stare. You stood there smiling at him for a second before removing your hand and saying, “Goodnight, Castiel,” and walking out of his room and in to yours. “Goodnight, my Y/N,” he said softly, sighing as he watched you walk into your room and close the door. 

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You woke up feeling more well-rested than you’d felt in a while. You got out of bed and made your way downstairs, noting Castiel’s closed door. You brewed a pot of coffee, enough for the two of you to have a couple of cups. You poured yourself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table, reading the newspaper and carefully scanning the stories for any mysterious deaths in the area. You heard footsteps padding down the stairs followed by a yawn and you smiled to yourself. You turned around to greet the sleep ridden Castiel but you were met with a surprise. Standing before you was the former angel rubbing the sleep from his eyes, dressed in just the t-shirt he had been wearing the day before and a pair of boxers that were fitting a bit...snug. Castiel had not realized his predicament until he followed your line of vision down. His eyes shot open and his face burned in sudden embarrassment. 

“Y/N, I-” he cut himself off searching for what to say. You looked back up at him with raised eyebrows and opened your mouth to respond before he cut you off. “My vessel..it....I don’t..know...” he stuttered in a panic. You reached out for his hand and took it between yours. “Cas,” you said softly, smiling reassuringly at him. “This is um, a very natural thing for um, for a man’s body..in the morning,” you said awkwardly. He pulled his hand back and hung his head in shame, turning away from you. You bit your lip, feeling for the newly human Castiel. All of these experiences must be so overwhelming for him, especially this. You debated what to do in your head; on one hand you were secretly dying to help him yourself, you had been fantasizing about you and the angel since you first met him. On the other hand, you knew you couldn’t take advantage of him, especially when he was so vulnerable. Sighing, the angel on your shoulder won out. 

“Cas,” you said, clearing your throat. “Maybe um, maybe you should call Dean...this is kind of his area of expertise.” Castiel nodded before walking back up the stairs. You sighed to yourself as you sipped at your coffee, trying to ignore the heat that had pooled in your core.

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Wings

Warnings: nsfw!!

A/N: first time writing smut! feedback is much appreciated (◠‿◠✿)

You found Casitel captivating from the moment Dean introduced you two. “Castiel, Y/N,” he gestured in the space between you. “Y/N, Castiel. He’s the one that pulled my ass up from hell, He’s an-” “An angel,” you cut him off,  in awe of Castiel’s wings. “Uh....yeah. I guess Bobby filled you in. Anyway...” he went on to talk about the details of the case but you were too distracted by the angel before you. His wings took your breath away; his long, black feathers were iridescent under the fluorescent lights of the motel. They were huge, with thousands of feathers overlapping each other, you had never seen anything like it. 

“Hello? Princess are you getting any of this?” Dean asked annoyed while snapping his fingers in front of your face. You tore your focus away from Castiel and quickly turned to look at Dean. “Y-yeah, salt and burn, milk run, got it,” you choked out. Dean gave you a weird look before continuing. Again, you tuned out his words as you came to stare at Castiel’s wings. You couldn’t help yourself from staring, you could barely keep yourself from reaching out to touch them. Cas seemed to notice you staring and cautiously folded his wings against his back, trying to gauge your response. You furrowed your brows at his movement, briefly looking up at him before turning back to Dean. 

From that point on, Castiel was more reserved when it came to stretching his wings around you. He knew the brothers couldn’t see them, Sam had almost sat on them on more than one occasion, and Dean was constantly throwing things to Sam with Castiel’s wings in the line of fire. Cas wasn’t sure if you could see them or not, but he couldn’t shake your reaction to him folding them out of your view. 

Sam and Dean had gone on a food run, leaving you and Castiel alone in the motel room. You were thumbing through a lore book, trying to get any useful information you could find, when you saw movement in your peripheral vision. You looked up to see Castiel roll his shoulders back and slowly stretch out his massive wings. You stared at them in awe, watching random feathers twitch as he continued to stretch. Castiel looked up to meet your eyes, tilting his head in confusion. He froze as the realization dawned on him. “Cas, t-they’re beautiful,” you whispered, eyes locked on his wings. His eyes widened at your words. “You....can see them?” he questioned slowly. You tore your eyes from his wings to look him in the eyes, brow furrowing. “Uh...yeah,” you laughed. You noticed his shocked expression and confusion overtook you. “Can’t everyone?” you questioned. He shook his head in response. You stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Finally, the sound of the door opening broke the silence and in walked Sam and Dean. Dean saw the startled looks on you two and furrowed his brows. “Uh, what did me and Sammy just walk into?” he asked gruffly. You shot a look at Castiel, who was wide eyed and speechless. 

You turned back to Dean and gave him a questioning look. “Can.....can you two see Castiel’s wings?” you asked hesitantly. The two brothers shot each other a confused look before turning back to you. “What are you talking about?” Dean asked gruffly. “Y/N,” Sam started as he took a few steps towards you. “Can you?” You looked between the brothers, then to Castiel. “Uh...uh y-yeah, I can,” you stuttered, looking down at the floor. The brothers looked at each other, not knowing how to approach the situation. Sam shot Castiel a hesitant glance, before asking, “for how long Y/N?” You bit your lip, still looking down, “since I met him.” Before the brothers could question Cas, the angel quickly stood up, muttered something about heaven needing him, and poofed out of the room. The room was silent for a good couple of minutes before Dean cleared his throat, saying, “Well, I think this calls for some beer.” 

A week later, you and the brothers needed Castiel’s help on a case. Dean prayed to him and he appeared, looking apprehensive. The brothers were explaining the details of the case to him when you walked in the room. Castiel’s eyes shot up to meet yours and he quickly folded in his wings. You furrowed your brows, walking towards him. “Cas,” you said, “please don’t hide them from me..they’re beautiful..” you trailed off, forgetting boundaries and reaching towards them. Your fingers had just brushed against a few feathers when you heard Castiel stifle a groan, trying to cover it by clearing his throat. “Y/N, he said in a strained voice. He quickly moved out of your reach. “Y/N to touch an angel’s wings is a very...intimate action,” he said gruffly. The brothers raised their eyebrows and shot each other a glance from the corners of their eyes. Your face turned beet red, immediately regretting it. “I-I didn’t know I’m s-sorry,” you barely managed to choke out. The silence in the room grew unbearable until Dean finally broke it. “Alright, well, uh, let’s go get the son of a bitch,” he said, grabbing his pistol from the table and walking out of the door.

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The hunt was rough, what you thought was three demons turned out to be over ten and the four of you got your asses handed to you. You all had just gotten back to the motel room when Dean announced his need to go drink away the ass-whooping the four of you had just received and pulled Sammy out the door with him, saying he needed a wingman. You and Castiel sat in silence for a few moments after the door closed behind them. You noticed Cas wince as he tried rolling his shoulders back. You remember seeing Cas get thrown across the warehouse and landing with his wings under him. 

“You alright?” you asked softly. He sighed before quietly responding, “it’s my wings.” You bit your lip, hating seeing your angel in pain. “Can I help?” you asked. He looked at you nervously, throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly before looking down at his fidgeting hands. “Cas,” you said softly, moving to sit next to him on the bed. “Let me help, please, you insist on healing me after every hunt, even if it’s just a scratch,” you put your hand on his thigh. “Please let me help you,” you said softly. He sighed before nodding his head and shrugging off his trench coat. You bit your lip as he removed his suit jacket, leaving him in just a white button up that fit snugly around his muscular arms. You felt your cheeks redden as his slender fingers began unbuttoning his shirt. Heat pooled in your core as he removed the button down, revealing his toned chest and stomach. You had never seen this much of Castiel and you had to force yourself to stop staring. Castiel shot you a hesitant glance before unfurling his wings. You gasped, taking in the beautiful sight. 

“There are some feathers that I can’t reach,” he started slowly. “I usually comb my fingers through and fix the ones that are twisted.” You nodded before getting up to stand between his legs. You reached out hesitantly, fingers barely grazing his feathers. He inhaled sharply and you ripped your hand away. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you I’m so sorry-” you panicked before he cut you off. “Y/N,” he said softly. “It did not hurt me, it....was enjoyable,” he looked up at you sheepishly. Your eyebrows shot up, “Oh,” was all you could muster. Feeling more confident, you reached for a few twisted feathers and gently set them back in place. You tried to ignore the way Castiel squeezed his eyes shut and let his lips part. You took a deep breath before continuing to comb through his feathers, enjoying how soft they felt against your fingers. You continued grooming his wings, eliciting soft moans from the angel. You desperately tried to ignore the growing damp spot in your panties and the soft ache in your core. You had no idea you could have this kind of effect on the angel and you were loving every second of it.

“Cas,” you said, pausing your motions. He looked up at you with a hunger in his eyes. You had never seen the angel this wrecked before. His face was red with small beads of sweat at his forehead and his breathing was shallow and uneven. You bit your lip, gathering the courage to continue. “There’s some tough to reach sections in the back. You don’t mind if I move closer, do you?” you asked in your best seductive voice. His head tilted slightly, eyebrows furrowing. “I do not mind, Y/N,” he replied in a low voice. You smiled as you moved to straddle the seated angel on the bed. His eyes shot open wide as your clothed pussy brushed against his hardened member. You gasped slightly at the sudden, but needed friction. “I apologize Y/N, I’m having a hard time controlling my vessel-” he gushed apologetically. You cut him off with a soft kiss Cas seemed taken back at first, but soon leaned into your touch, deepening the kiss. You slid your arms around him, taking fistfuls of the curls at the base of his neck. His hands found their way to your waist and he held you down firmly as the two of you continued to make out. 

You were in desperate need of some kind of friction, so you began to grind against his hardened member. He groaned at your movements, letting his head fall back. You continued to grind against him as you placed wet kisses to his exposed neck. You gently nipped at his pulse point, eliciting another moan from the angel. You began kissing lower on his neck, slipping off of his lap and onto your knees as you reached his chest. You placed a line of kisses down his chest and stomach before reaching his belt. You looked up at him innocently as you took his belt in your hands and quickly unbuckled it. You quickly undid his zipper, reaching into his boxers to free his cock.  “Y/N,” he said in a deeply strained voice. “It’s okay Cas, I’m gonna take care of you.” You smiled sweetly up at him before licking a broad stripe up his shaft.

He groaned, bucking his hips up to meet your tongue. You licked all over his head, cleaning the precum off of his slit. Castiel’s head fell back as he gripped the sheets tightly. Deciding he had enough teasing, you wrapped your lips around his tip and began bobbing your head up and down. “Y/N,” he groaned, hands flying to grip your hair. “That feels..” he moaned. You hollowed out your cheeks, taking more and more of him, before you felt his cock twitch in your mouth. “Y/N,” he strained, “something is....I..I can’t..” he sputtered. You pulled your mouth off of his cock just long enough to say, “it’s okay Castiel, let go,” before returning your lips to him. A few seconds later you felt his cock twitch again, this time shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat. You swallowed everything he gave you as he moaned your name over and over. After working him through the last wave of his orgasm, you pulled off of him with an audible ‘pop’ and looked up to see the panting angel with his eyes closed. He had barely recovered when you heard the key press into the lock of the motel room. With a snap of his fingers he was dressed and cleaned up, just in time for the door to swing open, Sam holding up a drunk Dean.

Castiel leaned down to whisper in your ear. “I’m not done with you, honeybee. I intend to return the favor,” his gruff voice sending goosebumps down your body. You felt something trailing up along your inner thigh, gasping as it found its way to your slick center. Your eyes shot up to meet his and he gave you an amused grin. 

“Why does it smell like sex in here??” a belligerent Dean demanded.

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Home, part four

 Warnings: mention of family death, mainly fluff

A/N: This is fun (: part five comin soon

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You woke up the next morning still wrapped in Castiel’s embrace. He had your back snug against his chest, arms encapsulating you. The slow rise and fall of his chest let you know he was still sleeping. You let out a sigh of contentment, wanting to melt even further into his embrace. You glanced over to the clock on the nightstand and groaned when you realized you and Cas should really get going if you wanted to make it home by dark. Castiel shifted, arms wrapping even tighter around you. Your heart fluttered at his closeness, but you knew you couldn’t stay there forever. Sighing, you turned over to face him. You smiled to yourself at how cute he looked—he looked so blissful as he slept and you felt bad that you were going to have to wake him up.

“Cas,” you whispered while slightly shaking his shoulder. You stifled a giggle at the way his face scrunched up. “Mmm,” he grumbled. “Cas, hey, we gotta hit the road soon,” you said softly, smiling at the disgruntled Castiel before you. He slowly blinked his eyes open and you giggled at his slight frown and obvious bedhead. You slipped from his hold and grabbed some clothes to change into. “There’s a diner close to here, we can stop for some breakfast before heading out,” you called over your shoulder as you walked into the bathroom. You heard Cas grunt in response before you laughed and closed the door. 

Cas sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He had barely gotten himself awake by the time you stepped out of the bathroom. “Your jeans should be dry by now Cas, I have one of Dean’s shirts in my bag,” you said, bending down to rummage through your duffel. Cas stood up and stretched, wincing as he felt a dull ache in his back. You turned around with his clothes in hand, seeing him holding his back with a pained expression. You laughed before saying, “Yeah, hotel beds aren’t known for being comfortable.” You got up and handed him his clothes. He reluctantly took his hand off of his back, took the clothes from your hand, and hobbled to the bathroom. When he was done getting changed, the two of you got in your car and you drove to the diner. 

You ordered coffee for both of you and a breakfast sandwich for yourself. Cas had spotted a picture of a stack of pancakes complete with butter, syrup, and whipped cream on the menu and insisted on ordering it. You sipped at your coffee and giggled to yourself at his wide eyes following the pancakes as the waitress brought his plate to your table. He licked his lips before diving in, devouring the entire stack and even scooping up some of the whipped cream that had fallen onto the plate. After you finished your sandwich, you paid for the meal and the two of you got back in your car. 

“We’ve got a good 10 hours ahead of us,” you started after plugging in the address into your GPS app. You then handed him the phone, saying, “Here. You can pick what music we listen to, as long as you tell me when to turn.” He looked at you hesitantly before taking the phone. You saw him scrolling through your downloaded songs with a furrowed brow. “If you don’t know what you’d like, just click a random song to try,” you instructed him. You turned back to the road, internally cringing when you heard the first notes to Bye Bye Bye ring out. You silently cursed yourself for downloading the song in a moment of weakness. You stole a quick glance over to Castiel to gauge his reaction. His eyebrows were furrowed in thought, before relaxing them, a small smile forming on his face. 

Castiel continued to play your 90′s guilty pleasures, occasionally nodding his head to the beat. You heard his stomach rumble over the music and he quickly cleared his throat in attempt to cover it up. You smiled to yourself and let another song play before shooting him a quick glance, saying, “I’m getting kind of hungry, what about you?” His head shot up at the prospect of food and he quickly nodded. You also noticed you were getting low on gas so you decided to stop at a gas station. You pulled in beside a pump and handed Cas a wad of cash. “You go get us some snacks, I need to get gas.” You watched the former angel shuffle into the store before turning back to the pump.

You heard a click and pulled out the nozzle, setting it back in its holder. You glanced over at the store as you screwed your gas cap back on, wondering what was taking Castiel so long. You waited a couple more minutes before going in after him. You found him in the snack aisle looking between two bags of chips before sighing and hanging his head. “Hey bud, how’s it goin in here?” you asked from behind, surprising him. He jumped slightly at your sudden presence before registering it was you and relaxing. “Dean makes this look so easy,” he muttered. You laughed, laying a hand on his shoulder. “Want me to just pick what I like and we can see if you like it too?” you suggested. He sighed and nodded. “That would be easier, yes.” You picked up a few of your favorite snacks, paid for them, and the two of you got back in the car.

You finally got to your hometown around 8. You were exhausted and hungry and wanted nothing more than to be in your bed. “I’ve fed you too much fast food, I think it’s time for a home cooked meal, don’t you?” you smiled looking over to Cas in the passenger seat. You found him, head against the window, mouth slightly open, and softly snoring. Your smile grew as you turned back to the road. 

You pulled into your local grocery store and Cas woke as you put the car in park. He blinked heavily, taking in his surroundings. “I fell asleep,” he questioned softly, eyebrows furrowing. He looked up at you apologetically, opening his mouth to apologize but a yawn slipped out instead. You laughed as his eyes widened in surprise. “It’s okay, come on, let’s go get some groceries for the house,” you said, unbuckling. The two of you grabbed some pantry staples, along with a few items that caught Castiel’s attention, tilting his head in curiosity. You smiled to yourself, taking the jar of marshmallow fluff from his hand and placing it in the cart. You checked out and Cas carried the bags back to your car. 

You finally pulled into the driveway, smiling as memories flooded your mind. You grew up here, this is where you took your first steps, lost your first tooth, had all of your birthdays. Reminiscing turned bittersweet as memories of your parent’s and sister’s death came back to you. You were 18 when you were woken up by screams coming from down the hall. You shot up in bed, heart pounding against your chest. You slowly got out of bed and cracked your door open to see a figure hunched over your sister’s lifeless body. You gasped, alerting the creature to your presence and you screamed as it came barreling towards you. Just before it reached you, you heard two gunshots and the creature dropped at your feet. You looked up, terrified, to see two men lowering their guns and looking at you with concerned expressions. Sam and Dean took you in after learning that you didn’t have any other family to go to, and you’ve been hunting along side them ever since. 

Cas unbuckled and reached for the door handle before noticing you hadn’t moved. He turned to see you staring at the house, a single tear rolling down your cheek. “Y/N?” he asked, concern in his voice, and effectively ripping you away from your thoughts. You wiped the tear away, unbuckled, and turned to him with a smile on your face. “Come on, I’ll fix us up some dinner.”