#Castiel x black!reader

[prettykittycastle]

On my knees begging for teaching castiel how good sex can feel~♡🙏🙏🙏🙏

Teach Me

(The reader is gender-neutral and AFAB. The ethnicity/reader is preferably black/person of color.)

(Content Warning: Cowgirl position, blowjob, grinding, P in V, multiple orgasms, no condom, Virgin!Castiel, sub!Cas)

If anyone had told your past self that you would someday be giving an angel a blowjob, you probably would have called them crazy and to never speak to you again, but alas here you are, slowly swallowing Cas' cock, already loving the way he filled your mouth up.

"Uh-uh...(Y/N)," you heard the angel stutter in disbelief, and you looked up to see his eyes almost closed and his open mouth panting. After catching him watching the pizza man and babysitter video again on Dean's laptop, he had asked you about sex and whether it was actually good or not, curious and caught off guard by the exaggerated moaning and spanking on the video.

"Cas, sex can be amazing, but I don't know if you really need to learn about it-" Despite the heat you felt growing between your legs, you tried to reject his request as gently as you could.

"Please (Y/N). Teach me. I feel you would be a more adequate teacher than Dean. I promise I'll do everything you say." The innocent and hopeful smile he gave you made the heat grow hotter and forced you to nod your head, silently eager to finally fuck him.

Now the angel was laid back on the bed, his shirt unbuttoned and open, pants around his ankles, and covered in sweat as he moaned and whined about how warm your mouth was.

You ignored his call of your name and went back to swallowing him till you felt him hit the back of your throat.

"Oh shit," he cursed, squeezing the bed sheet tight.

The sound of the curse word coming out of the angel's mouth took you by surprise but you quickly focused back on what you were doing and lifted your head up, till only the head of his cock was laying on your tongue.

"Uhh, (Y/N)," he moaned, laying his head back.

You teased the slit in his head with your tongue and tried to hold back a grin at how he shuddered at the small action. Poor baby, you mentally cooed at him, lowering your head again, sucking and moaning around him with pleasure. Seeing his legs trembling, you decided to give him a treat and began to bob your head up and down his length, moaning at his taste.

Letting out a gasp, you felt his hand on the back of your head, lightly helping you take him all in, and you bobbed your head faster, feeling yourself become more and more wet.

"(Y/N),...(Y/N),...(Y/N)," he began chanting your name. You knew he didn't run out of breath like you, Dean, and Sam could, but you swore he sounded like he was becoming breathless. "I think...I'm,...I'm -"

Before he could finish, you pulled your mouth away and grabbed onto his cock, lightly stroking it up and down, hoping it would keep the angel satisfied, while not pushing him to finish too early.

"Please," he begged you, his gravelly voice shakey.

"Hold on," you told him, before letting go of him, and standing up from the floor, your knees sore.

You quickly undid your pants and took off your underwear, before climbing onto the bed. You placed both of your legs around his waist and took hold of his cock again, before laying it against his stomach. You were desperate to feel him inside of you, but you wanted to make sure you were wet enough to take him.

Lowering yourself, you first let your folds brush against the skin of his cock, letting out a whine that was instantly reciprocated by Cas.

"Oh my God," you moaned out, finally lowering yourself all the way down, and grinding your folds against the skin harder, covering the shaft in your growing juices. Looking down at him, you felt your pussy drip more and more onto him at how blissfully fucked-out he looked. His cerulean blue eyes were dilated and staring up at you in a mix of admiration and pleasure while his face and chest was covered in more sweat.

"Please (Y/N)," he begged again, letting go of the bed sheet and grabbing your waist with both hands. "Please (Y/N), I need-"

"Okay, Cas," you told him, grinding against him one last time before rising to position his cock at your entrance.

Holding your breath, you lowered yourself onto his cock and quickly let out a moan so loud that you were worried that Dean and Sam might wake up. It didn't help that Cas had answered your moan with a groan of his own as you lowered yourself more and more till your clitoris hit his pubic hair.

Fuck, I need to cum on this dick now, you thought, letting yourself sit for a few seconds before rising again. You could feel his cock go deep into you, and shuddered at how he stuffed not only your mouth, but your cunt as well.

"F-f-fuck," he stammered, his eyes closing in pleasure at the feel of your walls wrapped around him. "(Y/N), can I-can I move?"

"Mm-hm," you hummed, lowering your upper body and placing your hands on both sides of his head. "Yeah, Cas. Fuck me."

Tightening his grip on you, he thrusted his cock deeper into you, deeper than you thought he would go, and you moaned loudly again, but this time, close to his face.

"Are you alright," he asked, his face still showing his pleasure but also his concern.

"Yeah, I'm good, Cas. Do it again."

Following your command, he pulled some of his cock out before thrusting into you again, his mouth letting out a moan. "You're so tight."

"I know," you replied, moving your hips up and down his cock, prompting him to follow your movements.

That finally started the fucking you were waiting for. Bringing his feet onto the bed, he dug his heels into the bed, before thrusting up into you with desperation. Every thrust he made had your eyes rolling back into your head and your mouth hanging open, panting like a dog at how he felt. Every vein and inch of his cock rubbed against your walls perfectly, and you let it be known with the moans and whimpers you couldn't help but let out. The strong tight grip he had on you and the gravelly moans leaving his mouth had you cumming on his cock in no time, your juices leaking down and making a sticky mess between you two, while intense waves of pleasure spread out through your whole body.

"Oh fuck, Cas, yes," you cried out, clenching the bed sheet between your fingers.

Your cries of pleasure spurred the angel on to continue, fucking you harder, desperate to hear you more and to bring him closer to his own orgasm.

"It feels so good," Cas groaned out, his cock pistoning in and out of you faster.

The head of his cock hit a part of you that caused another orgasm to run through your body, this one so strong, that you couldn't help but tighten your walls around him, while more of your juices leaked out of you.

"Right there, right there," you repeated, letting go of the bed sheet and moving your hand to his hair, running your fingertips through the strands, before twisting and grabbing them harshly.

"Ah," he let out a yelp in surprise and was shocked to find that he loved it. His fast fucking quickly sped up.

He likes his hair pulled. Noted. you thought, meeting his thrusts, desperate to cum again, and milk his cock.

"Make me cum again," you told him, pulling his hair harder. "Be a good angel and make me cum."

That demand was enough for the angel, and quickly he let out a moan that was so loud that you knew Dean or Sam probably heard it. You looked down, still riding him in bliss, and watched as his eyes suddenly glowed pure white light and felt him cumming inside you. The cum was so much and filled you perfectly that you couldn't hold back the third orgasm that struck your body so hard and sudden that you couldn't hold yourself up any longer, and you let yourself drop down onto him, your head resting in his shoulder next to his.

"(Y/N)," he repeated, his voice trembling as he began to slow down his thrusts as more of his cum filled you.

"Fuck," you mumbled, exhaling loudly before lifting yourself up slowly, your body trembling from your orgasm.

"I didn't hurt you, did I," Castiel asked, laying his head back against the bed again, his eyes closing as he tried to keep his angel essence in check.

"No, you were great," you told him, laying a kiss on his cheeks, before turning and laying down on your back by his side.

You knew that at some point you and him both would have to get up and clean yourselves but for now, you enjoyed having this time to lay side by side with him, especially after the best sex you've had in a while.

"Was I good," he asked, breaking the silence that was growing between you two.

Turning your head, you saw him looking at you with wide, curious eyes that was still hazy from pleasure.

"You were amazing, Cas," you told him, smiling.

The compliment had him blushing, and you were happy one of the angel's rare smiles appeared on his face for you.

"So what do you think of sex," you asked him, turning your whole body onto your side, ignoring the stickiness between your thighs. "Do you like it?"

"I love it," he replied quickly, still blushing. His eyes ran down your body before meeting yours again, and you already knew the question that was on his mind. " Can we try it again?"

"Sure," you told him, feeling the familiar fire between your legs grow again.

"Can I...blow you?"

A laugh left your mouth at his question, mentally reminding yourself to also teach him some sexual lingo sometime, when you let your eyes travel down his body and noticed that his cock had already begun to harden again.

"Sure, Cas, you can blow me," you told him, grinning at his eagerness.

[solitaryearthperson]

Supernatural/SPN Masterlist

*Series have 3 or more parts to them*

Imagines

Dean Winchester

Comfort - After having a nightmare in the middle of the night, the reader wakes up and goes to find somewhere to cry. Dean finds her and comforts her.

Support (Sequel to Comfort) - Waking up from a nightmare and not being able to go back to sleep, Dean heads down to his man-cave. (Y/N) finds him and comforts him.

Sam Winchester

None Yet

Castiel

Clarence - While looking for a place to sleep, (Y/N) talks to another homeless man named Clarence. *MALE READER*

Castiel (Sequel to Clarence) - (Y/N) wakes up in a strange place and finds ‘Clarence’ there and asks him to explain himself. *MALE READER*

Death (The First One)

None Yet

Series

Death (The First One)

Intriguing Series 

Intriguing - Death makes a surprise visit to the reader.

Puzzling - Death finds (Y/N) again and strikes up a small conversation with her.

Alluring - Wanting to binge watch Netflix for the night, (Y/N) has a familiar guest pop in to join her. He shares something important with her.

More to Come...

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

Me: “fuck, I need his cock”

Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*

[ninii-winchester]

The Witch and the Hunter

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Witch!Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: none, just fluff. But not proofread.

A/n: another crossover fic yayyy!!!

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

It was a lazy afternoon in the bunker and Dean was snooping around the library shelves to entertain himself, while Sam had his head buried in a book, like usual. Dean opened box after box, not finding anything worth his interest. But then he found a weird looking stone, it looked like sapphire, but bigger. It was dusty, he swiped his thumb over it thrice to clean it. Staring at it for a few seconds he didn’t deem it useful so he put back where he retrieved it from and turned to sit back down.

"Achoo." A loud sneeze was heard, and Sam glanced up to see Dean trip over something the moment he sneezed. The younger brother snickered as the older one almost slammed into a shelf in the library.

"What the hell?" Dean looked down and a pair of y/e/c eyes were staring back at him. A velvety coat of Y/h/c fur, It's sleek and smooth, lying flat against its body. The fur gleams slightly in the light, and it looks incredibly soft. "How did a cat get in here?" Dean looked at Sam with accusing eyes.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that, I didn't bring it here." Sam said standing up from his seat and Dean backed up from the creature as he sneezed again. "Hello there!" Sam approached the cat and she hissed at him. Maintaining his distance he kneeled in front of the small feline and cooed at it.

"How'd it even get in here?" Dean sneezed again, glaring at the cat for causing him an allergic reaction.

“Don’t know!” Sam shrugged, the y/h/c furry creature seemed to drop her guard a little as Sam neared her. The big y/e/c eyes blinked twice and then ran past the two men and jumped onto the tables placed in the library. Dean glared at the cat hissed back, jumping down from the table she neared him and started scratching his legs through his boots and jeans.

“Hey hey get off!” Dean slightly kicked his legs to get it off of him. Sam sighed before picking up the feline that was hissing at his brother, it struggled in his arms, wanting to be put down and Sam dropped it onto the table gently.

“Dean maybe you should go to your and it’ll calm down, then we can drop it off somewhere.” Sam suggested and the older brother nodded scowling at the cat, but leaving nevertheless. Sam watched as Dean walked down the hallway and turned back to cat and his jaw dropped when he saw a woman standing in the library with him.

“Blimey! That man was a menace.” Y/n said in a thick British accent, dusting herself slightly. Sam jumped at her voice and stared at her him shock.

“You’re…what…how?” Sam stuttered. “DEAN.” He yelled and Y/n frowned as the same man came back running at his brother’s loud voice. The green eyed man looked at her in bewilderment.

“What the fuck?” Dean exclaimed. The two brothers were now alert and were watching here every move. “Who the fuck are you?” Dean demanded.

“My name is Y/n. I’m a witch.” She replied with a unpleasant look towards Dean.

“Man I hate witches.” Dean mumbled but she heard him. With a scoffed she narrowed her eyes at him.

“You don’t like cats, you hate witches. Aren’t you a picky one, princess.” She taunted, as much as Sam didn’t want to, he let out a snort at her comment earning a sharp glare from his brother.

“How’d you get here?” Sam asked and she looked around the bunker.

“I don’t know, honestly. I was in a battle, fighting and we won. But then I felt dizzy, and it was like I was Apparating, but not by will.” She explained and Sam’s brain clicked onto something as she spoke.

“Apparating as in teleportation?” Sam asked and she nodded. Dean gave him a questioning glance. “So you’re from the wizarding world?” And she nodded again. “Wait a minute! You’re Y/n? As in Y/n Black?”

“How do you know?” Y/n got defensive.

“Would someone like to explain?” Dean snapped looking between the stranger and his brother. Y/n muttered a ‘no’.

“Dean’s she’s from the Harry Potter world.” Dean rolled his eyes.

“Ofcourse you’d know, nerd.” Dean teased but then a wand was aimed the two brothers.

“How do you know Harry? And what the hell are you talking about? Who are you?” She demanded and she didn’t look like she was just threatening. She was serious and she wouldn’t hesitate to hex them.

“Hey easy with the weapons, Woman!” Dean barked and Sam sent him a look which said, ‘not-helping’.

“Look, I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean. My best guess is you’ve travelled through universes. And we know Harry because well, there are books written on him in our universe and you’re just a fictional character.” Sam explained as best as he could. He could see her contemplating whether to trust him or not. She lowered her wand, slightly.

“What books? How do I know you’re telling the truth?” She questioned warily.

“Uh well, I can tell you stuff like you’re a Sirius’ twin, you’re a Gryffindor, honorary Marauder. Lily Potter was your best friend and you had a crush on Remus.” Sam replied and Y/n gasped. She’s never told anyone that before. Not even Lily. Dean watched as Y/n expressions changed from wary to bashful.

“What? That was years ago. How’d you even know that?” A hint of blush coated her cheeks as she spoke.

“I told you there are books, it’s written in the books.” Sam replied and Dean snickered. Y/n heaved a sigh and looked around the place. “We’ll give you a minute.” Sam said dragging Dean out to the hallway.

“Man, just when I thought you couldn’t get nerdier.” Dean chuckled at his younger brother. Sam gave him a bitch face before speaking,

“So what do we think?”

“I think she’s smoking hot.” Dean grinned earning a groan from Sam. “What? I have a good taste, man. She’s feisty.”

While the brothers talked Y/n stood in the middle of the library, thinking of what to do next. She didn’t know what to do, part of her didn’t want to go back home, after the second Wizarding War, she lost everyone she held dear. Sirius, Reggie, Remus, James and Lily. Everyone is dead. What if this is her chance to start fresh and move on. Besides, Harry doesn’t need her anymore. He has his friends and Voldemort’s gone.

“Sam? Dean?” She called out and the two men came back. She shifted uncomfortably, a thought crossed her mind, she didn’t even know anything about these two beside their names. How’d they even know about magic? Are they bad people? “Do you know how did I end up here? How can I go back?” She questioned. Before Sam could speak, Dean beat him to it.

“I think I know.” He turned to his brother. “There was this blue stone, looked a sapphire but bigger and I was just messing around, I cleaned it with my thumb but maybe it accidentally activated it and brought her here.” Sam asked him where did he find it and Dean gestured to the shelf he was at before Y/n appeared. The two of them followed Dean as he reached the box he found the stone in. The green eyed hunter let out a loud growl as he noticed the box was empty. “What the fuck?”

The other two in the room look at him expectantly and he told him that the stone’s gone. A wave of defeat crashed into Y/n but part of her was relived too. She was confused as to why she was feeling that way.

“Well I guess you’ll be staying here with us for a while.” Sam commented and Y/n looked surprised.

“You live here? This place is a mess. Learn to clean after yourself, lads.” She scanned the place with her Y/e/c eyes and with a huff she pulled out her wand and muttered “Scourgify.” The books and papers laying around started flying around and positioned themselves in their respective places and the place looked good as new.

“She’s staying forever.” Dean mumbled under his breath but Sam heard.

Sam showed Y/n to a guest room she could use while she was here and left her alone for a while. When he came back he found Dean searching for the stone in other boxes of the library. A part of Dean didn’t want her to leave, and he doesn’t know why. They didn’t even start on a good note but he wants her to stay. But he wants to find the stone and leave to her to make the decision if she wanted to go back. After all he knows how important family is and he’s sure she misses hers.

“You’ve got a crush.” Sam commented dropping into a chair. Dean stayed silent, not indulging in the teasing. “Isn’t it ironic though, she’s a witch. You hate witches. And her animagus form is a cat.” Sam cackled holding his chest. “You’re allergic to cats.”

“Shut up, Sammy.” Dean replied knowing it is kind of ironic. He was definitely attracted to her. But he knew she had to go back sooner or later.

Y/n did a lot of thinking while she was left alone in her temporary room. She’d decided to stay, if the Winchesters didn’t want her to stay with them she would leave this place but she didn’t want to go back to the Wizarding world. She was all alone back there, all of her friends and family were gone. But there was another reason that she didn’t want to admit to herself. She found herself quite attracted to the green eyed man. There was some magnetic force that was pulling her towards him. And it was weird as hell since it’s only been an hour that she knows him. And all she knows is his name.

“Guys?” She called out entering the library. The two men turned their attention towards her. “I uh… I’ve gotta say something.” Dean raised his brow, quite interested to know what she had to say. “I don’t wanna go back.” Dean’s breath hitched in his throat, his heart thudding in his chest. “But I won’t be a bother to you guys I’ll leave.” She added quickly.

“What? No. Stay.” Dean spoke before he could register what he said. “I mean you’re a witch and we don’t trust you to not wreak havoc outside. You can’t go unless we say.” He said in a deep voice. Sam looked at him in amusement shaking his head.

“Who even are you?” She questioned tilting her head slightly. Dean found it extremely adorable.

“We’re hunters.” Sam replied gesturing her to take a seat. She took a seat and they explained her what hunters are. They told her all about the supernatural and how they hunt them.

“Werewolves?” Y/n pouted sadly. “You kill them too?” She was upset. Of course she was upset, her friend was lycanthrope too but that doesn’t mean he deserves to die. She didn’t like their ideology. The look on her face didn’t go unnoticed by either brother. But Dean was the one to speak.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We don’t kill the likes of your boyfriend.” She glowered at him but he remained indifferent. “More like….” Dean trailed off not knowing who to compare it with so Sam added,

“Greyback.” Dean nodded although he didn’t even know what it meant. “We believe not all creatures are bad and we only kill the ones who hurt people. We once let a werewolf go because she didn’t ask for it and she wanted to live a normal life.” He said as he thought of Kate.

“And all witches are bad in your universe?” She questioned.

“Well not all. I mean you’re here in universe and you’re not bad.” Dean winked and she blushed. He was so charming yet so infuriating. Minutes before he said he didn’t trust her to not wreak havoc and now he’s saying she’s not bad.

A month had passed since Y/n had came to this universe. She was now well versed with the hunting life and learned a lot more lore. She wasn’t allowed to go on hunts although they knew she could hold on her own. It was mostly because Dean want her to be in danger. Y/n was always confused when Dean was around. He was either too protective of her or he didn’t acknowledge her existence. If she was attracted to him at first, she’s developed a full fledged crush on him now. And she’s had enough of him giving her mixed signals. She decided to confront him about and knocked on his door. The door opened revealing Dean, clad only in his pyjamas, bare chested and his hair disheveled. Y/n gulped staring at his chest before looking back up at his face.

“What do you want?” Dean questioned his voice a bit groggy. It did something to Y/n which she wouldn’t admit out loud.

“What’s your problem?” She asked pushing past him and entering his room. “Why do you act so confusing around me? One moment you’re all protective and the next you act like I’m invisible. It’s driving me crazy.” Dean opened and closed his mouth like a gaping fish.

Dean blinked, clearly caught off guard by her sudden confrontation. He rubbed a hand through his messy hair, trying to shake off the sleepiness. “Y/n, I—”

“Your constant mixed signals are making it hard to know where I stand with you.” She mumbled softly.

Dean rubbed a hand over his face before speaking, “it’s not that simple okay?” He grumbled. She glared at him with her arms crossed against her chest. He let out sigh,and looked up at her, his gaze softening. “I like you, okay? And I don’t know how to act around you.”

She stared at him, her heart racing. “So, you’re saying that you care about me but you’re not sure how to show it?”

Dean nodded slowly, a mix of frustration and vulnerability in his eyes. “Exactly. I want to be close to you, but I keep messing up. I’m trying to figure out how to be honest without making things worse.” She took a deep breath, her anger melting into a look of understanding.

“Well isn’t it a good thing that I like you too. Quite a lot.” She smiled. “You’re one of the reasons I didn’t wanna go back.” She confessed and he looked at her wide eyed.

“Really?” She nodded her head moving closer to him.

“I don’t know what it was about you, we didn’t even start on a good note, but there was something that was pulling me to you.”

“Trust me sweetheart, we would’ve started real good, had you not been a cat when we first met.” Dean smirked placing his hands on her waist.

“Why don’t you like cats?” She pouted tilting her head.

“I don’t hate them per say, I’m just allergic.” He replied with a soft smile. “And stop pouting like that if you don’t want me to kiss you sore.” Now that he knows she likes him back, he isn’t afraid to show his usual flirty self.

“Who says I don’t want you to?” She asked sneaking her arms around his neck. As he leaned down to kiss her she pulled away slightly and he gave her a confused look. “If we’re doing this, we’re getting you on allergy medication. I can’t let go of my animagus form.” Dean threw his head back as he barked out a laugh. He placed a kiss on her nose.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” Dean took a deep breath, his fingers gently cupping her face as he looked into her eyes, just the two of them in this moment. Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing softly against hers. The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle exploration of newfound feelings. But as she responded, his touch deepened, growing more intense and passionate. When they finally pulled away, their breaths mingled in the small space between them, leaving an unspoken promise lingering in the air.

While the two of them hadn’t labeled their relationship yet, they navigated their feelings together, finding comfort and excitement in their shared moments. Although Dean wasn’t sure if the medication would help he tried it for her sake, after finding out Y/n sought comfort in her cat form. It did help immensely and Dean was able to be in her presence while she was in her animagus form. She would usually sleep on the library table on an open book while Sam and Dean would do their research for a hunt. Her loud purring was a comforting sound, sometimes Sam would scratch her behind the ears and she would play with him as Dean watched in adoration. Dean had a fair share of scratches over his hands and arms, while she got too excited while playing but he wouldn’t want it any other way.

The bunker door opened and footsteps were heard, Y/n craned her neck from where she was sleeping in her cat form, the fur on her body standing upright. She watched a figure descend the stairs but Sam and Dean remained nonchalant. Y/n understood the reason as a trench coat came into view and she recognised him as Castiel. She jumped off the table and landed on her four feet and gingerly walked to the angel, and jumped onto his shoulder. He was caught off guard for a moment but relaxed.

“You didn’t tell me you got a pet.” Cas said approaching the boys, while petting the feline on his shoulder. “Especially a cat. How’d you convince him Sam?” He asked gesturing to Dean. The man in question smirked at his best friend.

“That’s my girl on your shoulder, Cas.” Dean said pridefully. Y/n jumped on the table and settled in Dean’s lap before turning back to her human self. Castiel watched wide eyed and quite confused. Dean grinned placing his hands on her waist as she sat sideways on his lap.

“Hello Castiel. Nice to finally meet you.” Y/n said.

Castiel blinked, still processing the sudden transformation. “You’re… Y/n?”

Dean chuckled, his grin widening. “Yep. I told you she had a unique way of making an entrance.”

Y/n laughed softly, leaning into Dean’s embrace. “I figured it was about time I introduced myself properly. Sorry for the surprise.”

Castiel shook his head, a hint of a smile forming on his usually serious face. “It’s quite a surprise. Dean never mentioned you had such… abilities.”

Dean shrugged, still holding Y/n close. “She’s full of surprises. But trust me, she’s as amazing as she is unpredictable.”

“So Y/n, Dean tells me you’re from another universe?” Castiel asked curiously. “How’d you even get here?” Y/n shrugged before explaining, what Dean told them when she first came here. Castiel titled his head to the side, “A blue stone you say?” Dean looked inquisitive as he leaned closer. Y/n and Sam also had the same expressions.

“Do you know something Cas?” Sam questioned.

“It was a Inter-dimensional Soulstone.” Castiel said. “It’s said to be a mythical gem, which has the power to unite Soulmates. It is said to be imbued with the power to bridge the gap between parallel universes. When Dean touched it, it brought Y/n here.” Cas explained. “If Y/n had found it first in her universe, it would’ve taken Dean there.”

The three others absorbed the information Castiel provided, and Y/n felt a warm flutter in her chest at the thought of Dean being her soulmate.

Dean noticed her reaction and gently squeezed her hand. “So, what do you think?”

Y/n smiled softly, her eyes meeting his. “I think it’s pretty amazing. And I’m really glad it’s you.”

Dean grinned, a hint of relief in his eyes. “Me too. Guess we’ve got a lot of good things ahead.”

Castiel nodded, his tone lighter. “It’s a rare and special thing. Enjoy it.”

Y/n leaned in, resting her head on Dean’s shoulder. “I plan to. Thanks, Cas.”

Dean wrapped an arm around her, content. “Here’s to figuring it all out, together.” Dean tilted his head slightly and leaned in, his lips brushing gently against Y/n’s. It was a soft, brief kiss, filled with warmth and affection. When they pulled away, their smiles met, and the quiet connection between them spoke volumes.

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Merry Christmas everybody!

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Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan (just Daughter!reader)

JJ (just Daughter!reader)

Penelope Garcia (just Daughter!reader)

Emily Prentiss (just Daughter!reader)

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Rony Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Neville Longbottom

Remus Lupin

Sirius Black

Marauders Era

Young Sirius Black

Young Remus Lupin

Young James Potter

Regulos Black

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson

Luke Castellan

Taylor Swift

just Daughter!reader

Actor's

Matthew Gray Gubler

Aaron Taylor Johnson

Tom Holland

Andrew Garfield

Timothee Chalamet

Walker Scobel

Evan Peters

Singers

Harry Styles (just Daughter!reader)

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon

Jon Snow

Daemon Targeryan

Jacaerys Velaryon

Aemond Targeryan

Marvel

Peter Parker (Tom and Andrew)

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Pietro(Peter) Maximoff

This list can change all the time when I remember people I would like to write to.

I can write Daughter!Reader with everyone on this list, except the characters from Percy Jackson, Harry Potter (with the exception of James Potter, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black), Game of Thrones, Tom holland(Peter Parker too), Pietro Maximoff, Timothee Chalamet, Walker Scobell and Evan Peters.

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[soulc-hilde]

The Damned

Synopsis: Zarathos, a child, a daughter of God - but angel, first. The Angel of Justice and Vengence, a powerful entity and her father's strongest soldier. A clean up mission gone wrong, the angel is cut down and captured by the demons of Hell. Forced to work as a bounty hunter, she becomes a frightened member of the damned, now known as The Ryder. Unfortunately, her next hunt accompanies unwanted company.

Episodes:

Chapter 01 - The Seven Dwarfs

Chapter 02 - Skeletal Crusader

[makedatmoneymayne]

Until the (End) of Time?

Dean Winchester x Reader x Castiel

~You and Dean spent a very loyal 5 years together. Or did you?~

Warnings: Cheating, Angst, Cursing, a lil betrayal, a Crumb of fluff, lil smut👀

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You were out shopping for your fifth anniversary with this man. Like all shopping trips you bring Castiel to have some company. Annoyingly sometimes, he gets real question-y having a LOT of questions to ask about certain foods.

Once you were done shopping you two hopped in your truck riding back home. Castiel sensed a woman but didn't want to tell you, he unknowingly was making this thinking face, before he could straighten up Y/N noticed it.

"What's with the face Cas?" Y/N asks looking at Castiel confused.

"I don't know I'm sensing something, It could just be rain." he said making a random excuse

"Well stop sensing and go chill with Sam in the basement while I surprise Dean." Y/N says excitedly.

You walk into the house seeing Sam on the couch. He's looking at you with wide eyes. Before you could ask what was wrong you heard a rhythmic knocking coming from upstairs. HOPING hell PRAYING it was a demon or something you walk up slowly with a knife ready to attack.

Once you got close to the door you hear moaning, your heart dropped to your ass. You open the door disgusted and shocked with what you saw. Without interrupting you headed straight for the closet, they still didn't notice you.

They were too caught up in there series of "Oh fuck daddy" "You're so wet, you my slut?" that one threw you for a loop and also "I can't get enough of this pussy."

You laughed to yourself finishing up packing your things. You walked back over to the doorway where you finally decide to take one last look. Dean was balls deep in this random woman, them both sweating profusely. They were technically eating each other's faces. You couldn't look anymore, your eyes went to the frame next to the bed that was about to fall and break, of course it was a picture of you and him in your sweaters picking apples. Your eyes went over to the two bodies one last time the girl was panicking seeing you at the doorway.

Dean's slow ass didn't get the hint saying, "Don't run from this dick girl."

You wanted to puke and beat their asses. The girl obviously already knew who you were so if you wanted to whoop ass you could but you decided not to be hostile. Dean snapped his head over at the doorway looking at you immediately with sorrow. Before he can even get himself situated, you slammed the door going straight down stairs.

"Wait! No! Baby wait it mean't nothing." Dean was crying like a fucking loser begging you to stay.

"Dean shut the fuck UP and the fuck are you juss staring for? Get the fuck out before I fuck you up!" You yelled at dean and the girl staring looking dumb.

Sam was confused but Castiel was fully aware smiling. Sam immediately understood what was going on after thinking.

"Dean, how can you be so stupid." Castiel said in his usual stern voice.

"I know, I know I did something dumb. But it was a one time thing I swear!" He was on his knees now looking even more pathetic. He kept saying please don't go over and over.

Sam's mind clicked and remembered for a year straight every weekend, he heard moaning and you weren't home that wasn't just Dean watching porn it was him cheating on you.

"Tell the truth Dean." Sam patted Dean on the shoulder.

"Ask him how long Y/N."

You were going to actually fuck some shit up if you got a dumb answer. "How long Dean."

Dean couldn't take not being called his nickname anymore. "a year.." he whispered out you couldn't make it out at first.

"A Year Y/N." Castiel said shaking his head in fake dissappointment.

"Yeah I'm getting the fuck out of here." You just had to get the fuck on, you couldn't sit here and just accept everything he did and move on in life with him.

You put your stuff in your car and jumped looking behind you. Castiel was right on your tail "I'm coming with you."

You waved at Sam and stuck a middle finger up at Dean still a little sad. Driving off Castiel clears his throat, "I'm so glad that ended the way it did."

"Me too." You guys drove around for a bit them came back to the house around night time. Castiel was confused LIKE USUAL but not for long.

Castiel thought for a moment and then started kissing you. You broke the kiss confused but wanted more QUICKLY. A whole make out session started to happen.

Clothes were coming off and next thing you know yall were fucking right in-front of the house. Castiel had you in doggystyle position in the backseat, fucking you like no tomorrow. You couldn't help but grab Castiel's phone going to Dean's name scrolling but not reading through all 49+ messages he sent going to the camera turning on the video hitting record with the flash.

"I guess we both got secrets." Y/N struggled with her words because Castiel was giving you rough thrusts.

He wasn't paying attention to the camera at first but when he looked up from your ass, he saw the camera and grabbed it still thrusting into you with no problem.

After a while of staring at the phone he figured out how to turn the camera around to capture your sweaty bodies fucking.

"Who fucks you right baby?" He asked before putting the phone in his mouth to record himself gripping you by the waist to fuck you deeper.

"You daddy youu!" Y/N screamed out gripping the door handle as you came all over him and your car.

Castiel was smacking your ass nonstop feeling you tighten around him he was close. He came in you with a growl taking the still recording, taking the phone out his mouth to get the house in the frame before stopping the recording and sending it to Dean. He took his dick out to take a picture of his cum oozing out of her. With the message "I think she likes me😉."

Once Dean read the text he was happy for Castiel, he finally got with his crush. He then opened the video and saw you and before you knew it Dean was running out the door trying to chase after the car as you drove away with Castiel.

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~Castiel's so cute guys~

~Hope you enjoyed!!💗~

[hannya-writes]

Masterlist II

Harry Potter Universe

Something Wicked this way comes (Percival Graves x reader)

Something Wicked this Way Comes (Part II) (Percival Graves x reader)

Deleramentum (Sirius Black x reader)

Chapter I

Chapter II

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Once Upon a Time

Your home Is Were I am (Jefferson x Reader)

Almost Magical. (Jefferson x Reader)

Jefferson’s Happy Ending (Jefferson x Reader)

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Star Wars

Obi Wan Kenobi

Only you

A White Demon Love Song

The Promise

Why would you ask that?

Melting Waltz

By Her Side

I’ve Always known

Before Our Masters Found us

Is this a Dream?

You are my friend, right?

Even in Death...

Forget

Offspring

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Supernatural

It’s Our Daughter, Cas (Castiel x Reader)

Gone Angel (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Summon the Father (Dean Winchester x Reader)

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Teen Wolf

Your Kind (Part I) (Derek Hale x reader)

I like you the way you are (Derek Hale x Reader)

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Law and Order SVU/Marvel Multiverse

Wanna see a trick?

Don´t Tell Anyone (Requested) (Carisi x Reader)

Supernatural/The Walking Dead

Stop coming by (Negan x Reader)

Genshin Impact

The Broken Contract (Morax x Reader)

Sandbearer (Morax x Reader)

Continue to Masterlist I

[1-800-local-slut]

I’m rewatching season 9 of Supernatural and it’s making me crave Cas fics. Maybe something where the reader met him as Steve but now he’s back to full angel mojo

Can I Get A Large Slushie?

Season 9 Castiel x Black! Reader

Warnings: drunk reader, heartbreak (on readers end), reader and Cas don't end up together romantically, it's more so an experience, i don't know why I can't write Cas that way but I think he's literally just too majestic for me. He's also weirdly hard for me to write so I'm sorry this isn't one of my better works

1.7k words

Likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! Also sorry this took so long, I got really busy </3

She could still remember that day like it was yesterday. The cold afternoon breeze that blew over her arms that night. The night when it was the beginning of everything she ever knew changed.

Drunk tears streamed down her face, her white dress a muddled mess around her lower body. It was supposed to be her night. It was supposed to be for her, with her friends and family all there to celebrate her engagement. Yet, after half an hour, her ex-fiance was caught with his pants around his ankles and buried in her aunt Nella. All she could do was run. She ran out of that party like a bat out of hell. Where was she even going? Perhaps her location was the gas station.

She ran, until she abandoned her heels in her purse, her flask was empty and the Sun had long since set behind her.

Then she was there. Tipsy, depressed and at a gas station. Mascara streamed down her dark skin in big gooey chunks, and she wanted to rip off her false lashes. Even her wig was bothering her. A chilled breeze blew through the night sky, and she shivered. Rubbing her arms up and down her soft skin she looked up through tear filled lashes at the glowing sign.

If there was any place to wait for her Uber, she supposed it was better than the street. The door felt cold against her bare arms. Looking back, it was a cold night. That night gave her a distinct fondness for the cold. The AC blasted over her, as she looked around. The whiteness of the room blinded her. She called her Uber, probably the least important aspect of her night. She saw him then.

He was standing near the slushie machine, he was certainly handsome. Tall, with brown hair, gorgeous blue eyes, and pink lips. Perhaps if she wasn’t spending unnecessary time worrying about a man who cracked her heart in two, she would’ve taken a chance with him. 

Sliding next to him, she glanced down at her phone again ‘Mickey, 8 minutes away’. How she wished she had more than those eight minutes. 

“Is there something you need ma’am?” The voice startled her. She wasn’t expecting him to speak, in her 29 years of living she can’t really remember ever speaking to a gas station attendant.

“Yeah…can I get a large slushie?” She slurred and hiccuped. Oh what a fool she made of herself! If she could go back, she would’ve gone in there perfectly sober and asked for more than a slushie from him.

“Sure, you know if you mix 50% red and 50% blue together it’ll make a perfect shade of purple? Most people end up with either too much red or blue, so if we fill it up to the top of the ‘e’ with the first color, it’ll be a perfect 50%, and the rest will make it a perfect mix.” He enthused, pulling out a cup but dropping a few more on the ground. She flailed in an attempt to grab them, and she followed suit. After a few ungraceful moments her slushie was being poured, half red and half blue. Then, he (with a shocking amount of enthusiasm) shook up her drinking and placed a gorgeous colored concoction.

Maybe it was the liquor that did her in. The liquor that brought tears to her eyes, and made her start to cry once more.

“This is the nicest thing ever, thank you…” with a squint, she leaned in and read his name tag. “Steve. That’s a nice name, I knew a guy named Steve once. He was great, you know. He was a nice guy, dude smelled funky though.” With a pathetic whimper, Steve chuckled and led her away to the cash register. 

For some reason, her heart thumped in her chest. Perhaps from the copious amounts of casamigos thrumming through her blood. 

“Well hopefully, he smells better now.” Steve chuckled and she took a long and hard sip from her slushie, the cold freezing over her pained heart. With a swipe of her credit card, her slushie was paid for.

“I hope you have a better night than you’ve been having so far.” Steve grinned widely and she chuckled. A smile came over her sore features. How tired she was. Even talking hurt but in her drunken state it was all she wanted to do.

“Why thank you Steve, you’re such a sweetie pie! Oh but my night can’t get better. My life can’t either.” She sighed, laying her arm and head onto the counter. She can still recall Steve’s blue eyes glancing over her face.

“My fiance, or ex, or uncle or something. He plowed my aunt at our engagement party. Sure she’s only like six years older, but that’s still so weird. He already had me, who goes for a downgrade? Here I am. Sad, drunk, kind of sleepy. This slurpee is really good, thank you so much.” Her rant left her out of breath. He really was an angel, to listen to her depressing details of her life. A sigh that seemingly deflated her body made Steve rest his chin on his hands.

“Huh…I’m sorry that happened to you.” The response was earnest.

“I’m sorry it happened to me too.” Whipping tears from her eyes, and the streaks of mascara from her eyes. Her phone buzzed, ‘Mickey has arrived’.

“My Uber’s here.” She swallowed another giant gulp of her slushie.

“Okay, have a nice night!” Steve waved as the woman blinked in confusion, pushing herself off the countertop. 

“You’re a very cheerful gentleman.” She waved back with a giggle and stumbled off into the night.

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The next time she saw him, it was two weeks later. She went back to the store, craving yet another perfect slushie, and exhausted from the moving process. After kicking her ex to the curb, she was finally completely moved out. A nice little apartment that she’d spend the next three years off her life in even though she didn’t know it yet. 

Pushing open the door, the AC blasted against her warm skin once more.Her beeline to the slushie machine was quick, and before she knew it she was faced to face with Steve again.

“Hello there Steve.” He turned around, and grinned at her with a level of excitement someone who loved their job could have.

“Good afternoon, how are you doing today?” He asked her. Something about him drew her in. What was it though? Was it his generosity? Was it his simple naivety? No, but what was it?

“I’m doing just fine.” With a chuckle, she swiped her card. And feeling brand new from just being near Steve for some reason, she went on about her day.

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It had gotten to the point where if you cut her open, she would’ve bled that delicious purple she’d been consuming on a near daily basis. Their conversations, about essentially nothing, were just filled with sweet nothings. It was like speaking to a person with a pure view. For a moment, just a moment each day, it cleared her mind of all the pain she’d been forced to endure. Until one day, Steve’s innocent glee was missing. 

“Are you alright Steve?” She asked, while grabbing a pack of gum while she shook her cup around.

“I’m just thinking. Can I ask you something?” He took the gum from her and ran it over the scanner. Taking it back, she pulled out six dollars and prepared for her change.

“Sure, I’ve asked you plenty of questions.” 

“When you know you belong somewhere else doing something else, but you’re forced to be something you don’t want to be, what do you do?” A silence settled between the two of them. 

“I think you should do what you’re meant to do the best way you can. Even if you can’t do it the same way anymore.” She responded, sliding her gum into her purse.

“I think so too.” He gave her a tight lipped smile and a small wave goodbye. It was the last time for a while that she would see Steve.

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The next time it was six weeks later. Life moved on of course. She still had slushie’s just not as often. Without Steve, there was no point in going every day. Still her heart couldn’t forget him. Nothing ever happened between the two. Nothing more than thoughtful and absent minded conversations. Still he left some sort of gap in her heart.

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“Hi there, my name is Jack Matherson, this is my partner David Kendall. We’re detectives looking into the break in across the street, may we come in?” But when she saw ‘David’ her entire world melted. Instead it was Steve. At her flower shop, standing next to a very handsome man. 

“Sure…sure of course you can.” The two stepped in, and Steve or David or whatever his name was seemed to barely notice her. There he was right there, and this entire time she had been wondering where he had gone. What had happened to that silly guy from the gas station? Now here he was, a very well dressed cop in a trench coat.

He looked far more serious now, as if he was intent on whatever his mission was. Even the air around him felt far more cleansing. More so like whatever she had done in her life was judged and forgiven in his presence. He walked around absentmindedly, whispering to his green eyed partner. For a fast moment, they made eye contact.

“Hello there, it’s good to see you again.” She swallowed thickly. Was his voice always so gruff? Was this the thing he wanted to do the best way he could? It seemed like it, the way he was so domineering in the strangest way.

“You too.” With a quick nod, she slipped away into the back. Now she curses herself, for running away from someone who made her feel so oddly full. Not complete, but like a part of her was added, one that she never even knew she wanted.

Now, she was slurping on a large slurpee, her tongue staining purple and she sat on her window sill. Years later, she still thinks about him. She still thinks about how his energy brought many changes. Something about him illuminated something…untouchable? Unique. No, divine. Divine was the only word that could be used to describe the feeling that the presence of Steve brought. 

Now she was sitting at her window sill, slurpy finished, and missing that feeling and her Steve more than anything.

[prettykittycastle]

SPN/Supernatural Masterlist

Sam Winchester

Best Present - Dean and Sam give the reader her Christmas present.

Dean Winchester

Best Present - Dean and Sam give the reader her Christmas present.

Mr. Too Attractive - The reader meets a mysterious stranger at the bar that she nicknames 'Mr. Too Attractive.' *REQUESTED*

Alright - Dean offers to make the reader squirt for the first time. *REQUESTED*

Castiel

none yet

More to Come...

[of-many-fandomss]

Please send in some requests so I can begin writing!!

[natti-ice]

speaking my truth guys

[thewritersofdeceased]

REQUESTS: 3 - OPEN AGAIN

WORKS IN PROGRESS: 3!

MASTERLIST WORK IN PROGRESS (pls send help its confusing :( )

[hauntedwitch04]

Hi everyone!

I know I haven't written for a while and I'm really sorry, but unfortunately this period is super full of things to do at university and on top of that I've caught a terrible cold and haven't been able to write anything.

I promise I'll try to do something from tomorrow, but tonight I won't be able to do anything again because I'm going to a Halloween party!

I'm going as Veronica Sawyer from The Heathers and I'm too excited.

Talk to you tomorrow loves,

your witch Becky

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— stone flower

SUMMARY : aka. part two of i believe in a thing called love. quickly attempting to find out what’s wrong with his girlfriend, dean makes a dreadful (objectively funny) discovery about what’s actually going on

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : sam, castiel 

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), dirty thoughts/reminiscences, fluff, crack?, cas being an angel LOL

WORD COUNT : 1.9k

A/N : title from a muse song. this fills the someone is cursed square on my @jacklesversebingo card. if nothing makes sense, it’s bc I wrote this at 3AM :’)

It felt strange to you now, knowing that Dean was your boyfriend and that he had been for years. 

You felt naked beneath his gaze. 

Not entirely in a sexy way. 

He had the advantage of knowing everything about you. Naturally, that made you feel vulnerable. Part of you dreads to think of the things he knew about you, but part of you found it arousing. The way he just… seemed so hooked on you was making your heart soar like Icarus did towards the sun.

As soon as Dean realised you weren’t joking about not knowing him, he rushed you into changing more modestly, hardly giving you any time to recover from the two orgasms he pulled from you. Once you were both decently dressed, you legged it out of his bedroom, his hand in yours guiding you through a dark hallway with dozens of rooms that you were curious to explore. 

The two of you were still flushed, still physically glowing with that post-orgasmic euphoria by the time you reached Castiel in the kitchen attempting to eat a sandwich after you woke Sam from his slumber. You’d forgotten all about it until Castiel gave you and Dean an inquisitorial look.

It was embarrassing. You’d attempted to tame your hair, but you knew you were screwed, and quite literally looked like you’d been properly, thoroughly screwed by the same man you claimed not to remember.

But worst of all, your body could still feel him. 

You were still wet from your two orgasams—with his and with your own release. You could feel it dampening your underwear as Sam and Castiel spoke to Dean. You shifted uncomfortably in the library chair, the table was scattered with old books, the pages were filled with strange images of monsters and beautiful herbs.

As lovely as they looked written on the now-yellow pages, you couldn’t focus much on what Sam and Castiel were saying, not when Dean’s eyes were fixed on you. Not when your clit continued to pulse and ache alongside your sensitive pussy.

Part of you figured he was only concerned, but the way he swiped at his pillowy pink lips with his tongue whenever his eyes dropped to your lips—which made your heart flutter—told you he was also still aroused.

It was driving you nuts. 

He was so hot. 

Your heart hammered quickly in your chest and you tried to ignore the way his gaze heated your skin like the sun you couldn’t see in the “Bunker” you were trapped in. Your nipples tightened in his shirt and your pussy fluttered around nothing but the memory of once having him inside you. 

You bit your lip and tore your gaze from his to look at his brother.

You would have been more embarrassed about the state of you if Sam’s hair had been neatly hanging down his jaw, but it was dishevelled and parted in a way that didn’t seem to be his typical style. He was dressed in a black long-sleeved shirt and some blue and green plaid pyjama pants. He wasn’t even obvious about whether or not he noticed the way you looked so fucked out. 

You feared that you simply couldn’t hide it. 

But you mostly felt so alive, so electrified by Dean’s presence and how much he seemed to adore you. You felt beautiful. 

Dean’s hand blindly found yours and for once—at least since the morning when you woke up—you could tell the way your stomach fluttered was not from lust. His thumb brushed tenderly over your knuckles, he squeezed your hand gently, he did all of that subconsciously as he spoke to his brother. Your heart only slowed down because you felt safe, assured. In any other situation, you’d be stunned by his affection and your heart would leap out of your chest—but it’s as if your body still remembered him.

You only then realised how many other lovely things you must feel just being around him. Part of you missed not knowing what it was like, what he was like. You only felt, deep inside, that it must be much more intense and tender if you only remembered.  You wanted to remember it all so bad.

You tore your eyes away from Dean’s beautiful hand around yours to look at Castiel when he spoke.

“I can try to fix it,” he offered, then gazed into your eyes. His blue eyes nearly drowned you as they studied you. You thought to yourself something you don’t even remember learning from anyone: only psychopaths don’t blink. His gaze was intense, so you looked away. 

“Yeah, let’s, and then we’ll move on to the next theory if it doesn’t work, we gotta fix this, now,” Dean agreed and, once again, he squeezed your hand gently. He finally looked at you again, and while all the hunger had faded into concern, there was a lot of love in his eyes that heated your cheeks.

“We’ll fix this, Dean,” his brother reassured him. 

Dean hesitantly looked away from you to contemplate his brother. You admired him for a few moments, the curve of his plush lips turned into a frown, the line of stubbled jaw, the flutter of his beautiful lashes. Castiel’s coat rustled beside you and you felt his cold fingers on your forehead before you could turn to face him. 

Your eyes fell shut on instinct and you felt warm for a few moments before Castiel’s fingers stopped pressing against your forehead. You peeked an eye open to question Dean quietly. He looked at you expectantly, as if he were holding in a long breath, waiting for you to show a sign of something, but you were only confused. 

“Okay…?” Dean leaned forward to take both your hands from your lap. Was that supposed to do something? You regretted watching the hope fall from Dean’s pretty face, but you’d rather be properly fixed than pretend you could remember him.

“I still don’t know who you guys are,” you shrugged and looked at Castiel for answers. He squinted his eyes at you and then looked over at Dean. His mind worked quietly and quickly as he analysed you and Dean,

“The source for her loss of memory is not in her,” he revealed, then pursed his lips as he walked behind you to get to Dean. You tried to follow him as you thought of what he meant, your frown deepened, his large hand fell on Dean’s shoulder. Dean looked down at his hand, puzzled.

“What?” You and Dean asked simultaneously.

“You are the source, Dean.” You stared at Dean with wide eyes and he mirrored the expression on your face. “It feels… like a mind parasite, similar to a mind STD-”

“STD?!” You both turned to the man, bewildered.

“Not really,” he soothed your concern with the most casual expression on his face. “I said it's more of a parasite, it burrowed to your mind—and it’s attached to her now too, feeding on her memories of you to keep it alive.”

“Okay, well how the hell do we get it out of my head?” Dean exclaimed, shrugging off Castiel’s hand to get up and pace. His hands rested on his hips and he chewed on his lip. You didn’t know how to comfort him, and it frustrated you.

“That’s going to be the hard part. Parasites make you crave whatever it is it’s hungry for-”

“So, what? No sex!?” Dean instantly asked and rested his hands on the table, right beside you. 

“That’s what it is?” Castiel asked, brows furrowed in perplexity. 

“Why does it matter?” You interrupted, your entire body heated up uncomfortably with shame. Both of them looked at you. Castiel took the bait and began to think.

“Don’t tell me I need to go cold turkey on sex,” Dean mumbled mostly to himself, but you still heard him. You rolled your eyes at him half-heartedly and felt yourself smile. He relaxed visibly at the sight and returned a small smile that made you feel more confident about finding a solution.

“Can you really not stop… I don’t wanna say it…” Sam groaned with a grimace. You really could have blown hot air out of your ears from humiliation at the implication of his words about his own brother—about you. 

God, how horny were the two of you regularly? Is that why they don’t question the fucked-out state you were both in? Because they were used to it? Unbelievable. 

Sam didn’t need to verbalise what he was saying. You glanced up at Dean. He frowned and pondered for a long time, then he looked agonised at whatever he was thinking. “Come on, we gotta find something else.”

“You’re gross, Dean,” 

“I’m sure we can go a few days without… sex,” you tried to reason with him. You really just wanted your life back, all of it, if it meant remembering Dean. He gave you a look, it challenged your words. You could already feel your body react to him, the feeling of his gaze was like foreplay. You were both doomed. 

“Dean-”

“How the hell did I even get this-what, parasite?” Dean broke the spell before Sam could make a comment about it. You exhaled shakily and sank back in the chair to think deeply, trying to force your mind to seize the memories and fight the parasite. 

“Remember that witch you were being a dick to in Lafayette last week?”Sam asked after a few moments of shared silence between the four of you.

“Wha- that bitch! I knew there was something off about her!”

“Doesn’t matter,” Sam got up from his chair after closing the book he was reading, smug and amused. “She’s long gone and the only thing we know can work is if we keep you far away from each other.”

“But…” Dean pouted and gazed longing at you. You looked up at him and his wide green eyes. God, you wanted to give him everything. 

“It might be the parasite making you afraid of being away from her,” Castiel offered, but Sam scoffed. Dean rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, and you frowned. Could that be true?

“Come on, he’s like that on a regular basis,” Sam argued. Today was just not your day. You sank deeper into your seat, hoping the heat wasn’t visible on your face. And if it was visible, you hoped the chair would come alive and devour you whole. Part of you was flattered. “Remember when you and her got stuck for two days in that angel trap? Dean didn’t even wait for us to get out of the car-”

“Okay, I get it!” Dean saved you from the embarrassment of events you didn’t even remember and threw his hands up. He was blushing, too, and it was so adorable. “Look, fine. I’ll do whatever I have to do for a short amount of time if it means spending the rest of my life with her—with her memory intact.”

They turned to look at you. You sat up normally in your chair and focused back on Dean. He was already making you fall in love— and hard. Somehow. You wanted that life with him and all the memories of how embarrassing the two of you are together. 

“You know, I don’t know anything about anything, so… if this is the solution, I’m in.”

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