#be happy. (sam broke up with eileen months ago. he just wants his brother back. he wants his best friend back. he wants to stop sitting on

[quietwingsinthesky]

domestic destiel with baby jack except that dean wants to kill himself the entire time because he feels like he’s trapped and can’t keep going through these motions that he doesn’t feel

[argylesweedstash]

did you just call me baby

(ao3 link)

The first time it happens, it’s an accident. At least, Dean’s banking on Castiel thinking it’s an accident. And it is, really. Dean fell onto the war room floor covered in black goo with his arms around Cas. Sam and Jack leapt up from the table, moving away from the intricate spellwork that no longer needed their attention.

Cas stirred a little. He’d been out of it when Dean had found him - half-lucid and mostly disbelieving. He’d let Dean pull him up and sling his arm around his shoulders, but hadn’t said much. Only mumbled apologies and words that sounded a lot like, “I hope this is real.”

Jack was first on the floor next to them. “Cas?” he asked, a tentative smile playing on his lips. Cas nodded and within seconds, his arms were full of his son.

Dean watched them, a smile playing on his lips. When they broke apart, Sam offered Castiel his arm. Cas had looked at it before taking it and being pulled into a hug by the taller man.

Dean removed himself from the floor and helped Jack up. When Sam released Cas, Dean stepped in front of him.

“It’s real,” Dean said, looking into Cas’s eyes.

Cas nodded. “Thank you for saving me, Dean.”

Dean finally closed the distance between them and pulled Cas into a bone crushing hug.

“I missed you, baby,” Dean muttered against Cas. When he realized that he’d said baby instead of buddy, he could feel heat rising to his cheeks. He removed himself from Cas and grinned sheepishly at the floor. There was a weird fluttering feeling in his chest. He wrote it off as the adrenaline that was still pumping through his veins.

Cas, for what it was worth, didn’t seem to notice the word. “I missed you, too, Dean.”

-

That was two weeks ago. Since then, Dean has been avoiding talking about it. Not just his slip, though, the things Cas had said to him before The Empty came and took him. It wasn’t that Dean didn’t feel the same way - he just didn’t know if he did or not. He likes Cas and he’s his best friend. He knows he likes spending time with him. Sometimes he’s overwhelmed by how fond of his friend he is, but he doesn’t read too far into that.

Plus, things hadn’t changed between them. They still watched movies together in the Dean Cave a couple nights a week. Castiel would always come and join Dean in the garage when he was working on any of the cars they kept. Dean would greet him with a, “Good morning, Sunshine,” every morning from his place at the table. The only thing that had changed was that they didn’t have the end of the world looming over their heads. Honestly, this is the happiest he’s been in a long time. Getting Cas back meant that they’d tied up their loose ends and now they could relax. Of course Dean had never felt this happy, they’d never so resolutely saved the world like they did this time around.

Dean is sitting at the table, now, staring at the laptop screen in front of him. There were still monsters, there might still be a case somewhere. In the back of his head Dean knows he doesn’t really want to find a case. He’s been enjoying his time with Cas and Sam. He likes that the most pressing thing he has to worry about is whether or not the fridge is stocked. He knows Sam has been getting stir crazy, though. Maybe he’ll find a case and send Sam off, encourage him to get Eileen in on it.

The sound of footsteps draws Dean’s attention away from the laptop. Castiel pads into the room. He’s wearing one of Dean’s hand-me-down shirts, even though he hasvclothing of his own. Part of pulling Cas out of The Empty meant leaving his grace behind. Jack had been pretty clear - Cas’s grace was the reason Jack was unable to just pull him out. So, here Cas is, as human as Dean, wearing Dean’s shirt. A smile threatens to break on Dean’s face.

“What’re you up to?” Dean asks.

Cas turns to face him. Dean notices toothpaste stuck to the corner of Cas’s mouth, he must have just finished brushing his teeth.

“It’s almost lunch time,” Cas says. “I was going to make myself something. Are you hungry? I can make enough for two.”

Dean shakes his head. “Just ate,” he says. “You, uh -” He gestures vaguely at Cas’s mouth.

“I what?” Cas asks, tilting his head a little.

“Baby,” Dean starts as he gets up from his chair to walk over to Castiel. “You have some toothpaste. Right there.”

Cas stares at Dean, wide eyed. Dean resists the urge to roll his eyes and grabs a napkin from the table. He wipes at Castiel’s mouth before he crumples the napkin and walks it over to the trash. Cas watches his movements.

“What?” Dean asks when he notices Cas staring at him. It’s not that he minds, Cas just looks a little lost.

Cas just shakes his head and puts a smile on his face. “Nothing. Thank you, Dean. I didn’t realize.”

“It’s part of being human, man. No worries,” Dean says, depositing himself back in his chair. “You gonna eat in here?”

“Yes, of course,” Cas says, finally moving from where he was stopped.

Dean nods in his direction before he pats the chair next to him, smiling up at his friend. He returns to his research as Cas busies himself in the kitchen.

-

Two days later, Sam is gone to go after a nest of vamps and Eileen’s place just happens to be on the way there. Dean isn’t quite sure why Sam hasn’t just asked her to move in. He’s pretty sure Sam had refrained before because Dean had been a wreck with Cas gone. It was probably better for Dean and Eileen’s relationship that she hadn’t seen him like that. But now, there was no reason for her not to be here. She was family, after all.

Dean knocks on Cas’s door, ending his stream of thoughts. Dean was kind of bored and he hadn’t taken Cas anywhere but the supermarket since they’d brought him back. And, come to think of it, Dean couldn’t remember the last time just he and Cas had gone out for drinks.

Cas answers the door already dressed. “Dean. I was actually coming to look for you.”

“Well, I found ya first,” Dean says, putting an easy smile on his face. “Was gonna see if you wanted to come grab a drink with me. Looks like you’re going somewhere, though.” He didn’t want to press, but where on earth could Cas be going? It wasn’t like he really knew anyone around here outside of Sam and Dean. And if someone they knew was in town, why hadn’t Dean heard of it?

The ends of Cas’s lips turn up slightly. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

Dean lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and beams at Castiel. “It’s a date, then. Give me five minutes and I’ll meet you at Baby.”

Cas nods at Dean’s retreating figure and mumbles, “It’s a date,” before shutting his door to walk to the car.

Dean meets him there a few minutes later. “Had to grab my keys,” he says, holding them up for Cas to see.

The drive to the bar passes in comfortable silence, Cas staring out the window at the passing buildings. Dean drums his fingers on his steering wheel. He glances to Cas a few times; he almost can’t believe Cas is really back. He’d been gone for two months. Dean had spent most of that time frantically reading through every lore book and the rest drinking until he couldn’t remember the pain. It had been Jack that finally suggested opening the rift and leaving Cas’s grace behind. Dean had been ready to go almost immediately.

Now that Castiel was back, Dean felt better than he had in years. A warm feeling had settled over him after they fell through the rift and it stayed around. Whenever he was with Cas he could only describe the we he felt as “content.” Like now, for example, he could drive all night like this and be pleased with the way he spent his evening.

They pull in and Dean holds the door to the bar open so Cas can walk through. “Grab us a table and I’ll get drinks,” he says, clapping his hand over his shoulder and walking past him to the bar.

He gets the bartender’s attention pretty quickly. “Hey, Lynn. Slow night?” he asks.

She rolls her eyes at him and pushes a stray strand of blonde hair out of her face. “It’s a Wednesday, what do you expect?” She gives a little chuckle and leans against the bar. “Where’s your brother?”

“Sammy’s with his girlfriend. Won’t be back for a few days,” Dean says easily. “Left me alone with Cas over there.”

Lynn looks past him at Castiel, who is seated at a booth in the corner. He’s looking around the mostly empty bar, seemingly taking in the neon signs advertising different kinds of alcohol. He’s wearing one of Dean’s flannels, Dean realizes belatedly.

“He’s cute,” Lynn says. She turns her attention back to the man in front of her. “What can I get for you two?”

“Two beers,” he says. And then, as an afterthought, “And two shots of your top shelf whiskey.”

She grins. “Celebrating something?”

“Come to think of it, yeah,” Dean says. “He, uh.” He looks for the words. “Just got back from a work trip. Gone for a couple of months.” That sounds like a good cover.

“I bet he’s happy to be home,” Lynn says, setting the beers in front of Dean before turning to grab a bottle from the shelf behind her. “You seem happy that he’s back.”

It’s Dean’s turn to grin. “I’m freaking thrilled. Dude’s my best friend.”

Lynn slides the now filled shot glasses toward Dean. “Want a tray to carry all that?”

Dean doesn’t get to answer before she’s sliding a tray toward him. “You need a tray,” she says, putting the drinks onto it. “I know you were going to try to carry all this over there without one.”

Dean thanks her and slides the tray onto his left arm, steadying it with his right hand. He turns toward the booth Cas is in and flashes him a smile while he lifts the tray slightly, indicating the beverages.

“That my shirt?” he says when he gets to the table. He sets a beer and a shot down in front of Cas.

Cas looks down at the flannel and then back at Dean in a way Dean can only describe as bashful. “Yes. It must have gotten mixed in with my laundry. I can return it, if you want.”

“Keep it. Looks better on you anyway.” Dean picks his shot up and motions for Cas to do the same. “We’re celebrating, Cas.”

Cas picks up his shot and looks at Dean curiously. “What are we celebrating?”

“You’re back!”

Cas smiles warmly. “I am,” he nods. “Thanks to you.”

“Well, Sam and Jack helped,” Dean says, grinning.

“To humanity,” Cas says, raising the shot.

“To humanity,” Dean echos before taking the shot.

Cas makes a face after he downs his and raises his beer to his lips to chase the taste away.

“You’ve not had a drink since you got back,” Dean remarks, watching Cas take a few long drinks from the bottle.

“You haven’t either,” he replies.

Dean contemplates the statement. “Really?” He takes a sip of his beer. “I guess I’ve just been busy.”

They both know that isn’t really true. Dean’s only been engaging in leisurely activities, he’s just not been drinking during them. He wonders for a moment why that might be. It’s probably because he doesn’t have any pain he needs to ignore, he thinks.

“Your tolerance is going to be shit.”

Cas shrugs. “I’m a cheap date.”

Dean looks at him for a moment before laughing. Cas gives him a genuine smile before returning to his beer.

Several beers later, Dean cuts himself off. Someone has to drive home and Cas is more than a little giggly on the bench across from him. He takes a sip of his third beer and gives Dean a measured look.

“What?” Dean asks, putting a soft smile on his face. “See something you like?”

“Yes,” Cas says.

Dean grins back at him. There’s a tug somewhere in his chest, but he ignores it. “Anything on your mind?”

Cas just looks at Dean, clearly deep in thought. “Not really, no.”

Dean laughs and shakes his head. “Want another?”

Cas’s beer is still half full. “Another what?”

“Another drink. Or another shot.”

“Another shot might be nice, actually.”

Dean smiles at him. “That’s my boy. I’ll be right back.”

He returns to the bar and waits for Lynn to walk over to him.

“Two more?” she asks.

“Just another shot,” Dean says. “I’m driving but huggy bear over there can have whatever he wants.”

Lynn shakes her head and pours another. “You two been together long? I haven’t seen him in here.”

Dean blinks back at her and then looks down at the shot. “Actually we, uh, we haven’t talked about… that. Being together.”

She frowns at Dean and he takes a breath. He hadn’t been avoiding it, really. He and Cas had just fallen back into their comfortable rhythm.

“He doesn’t know how you feel, does he?” Lynn asks. She looks a little sad now.

“I guess he doesn’t,” Dean says thoughtfully.

“You should tell him.”

Dean looks up at her.

“Not tonight, though. He should probably be sober.”

Dean nods and grabs the shot. “Thanks, Lynn.”

He sets the shot down across from Cas when he gets back to the table. “For you.”

Cas downs the shot as Dean settles back down across from him. “What were you two talking about?”

Dean stares at Cas. He knows he shouldn’t lie but if he says anything Cas may actually want to talk about his feelings and Dean isn’t ready for that. He doesn’t really have words and he’s not even sure he’s fully processed Cas’s confession yet. And, Lynn was probably right. Cas should be sober for that particular conversation.

“Sam,” Dean lies easily. “This is where we come for drinks. Neither of us have been by in a while.”

Cas accepts the lie and sips from his beer before starting a conversation about Jack and the prospect of weekly family dinners.

By the time Cas had finished his beer the shot he’d taken seems to hit him. “Dean.”

“Cas.”

“I’d like another shot.”

Dean raises his eyebrows. “You can get it.”

Cas frowns at Dean before swinging his legs to the end of the booth to pull himself out. He pushes himself up on the table and wobbles a little before Dean is up and at his side, steadying him.

“When you don’t stand it hits you all at once,” Dean explains. He’s gripping Cas’s bicep and shoulder.

“I know how drinking works, Dean. I spend all my time with you.”

Dean chuckled low in his throat. “How about we get you home?”

“Can I drink there?”

Dean turns Cas to face him fully. “Hell yeah, you can.”

“You’ll be drinking, too?”

“Well, yeah. I won’t have to drive us anywhere. Can’t let you have all the fun.”

Dean walks Cas to the Impala and deposits him in the passenger’s seat. “I’ll be right back, baby. I have to pay the tab.”

Cas stares at Dean for a moment before opening and promptly closing his mouth.

“I’ll leave the door open in case you hurl. And I’ll get a bag from Lynn.”

Dean returns to see Cas has closed the door and is currently slumped against it, sleeping. He rolls his eyes and drives him home, careful to avoid the bumps on the road. When they get home, he shakes Cas awake.

“‘Morning, Sunshine.”

“It’s not morning, Dean,” Cas replies groggily.

“Nope,” Dean says, leaning over to pull Cas out of the car. “Let’s get you to your room.”

They make their way through the bunker slowly. Dean sits Cas down and gets him out of his shoes and, after a brief moment of hesitation, his jeans. Once he’s gotten Cas under the blankets, he gets a glass of water from the kitchen and a few tylenol from the bottle he has stashed in his room.

“Alright,” he says, setting everything down on Cas’s night stand. “Take the tylenol when you wake up. You’re probably going to be hungover. And drink some water, okay?”

“Yes, Dean,” says the Cas sized lump under the covers.

“Let me know if you need anything else, okay? I’m right down the hall.”

Dean turns to leave but Cas makes a noise. Dean turns back around.

“Thank you for taking me out tonight, Dean. I had fun.”

Dean smiles. “I had fun, too. Get some sleep, baby.”

He flicks out Cas’s lights and reminds himself to stop calling Cas buddy. The dude loves him and Dean’s probably making it hurt or something. Plus, he’d accidentally called him baby when he’d first gotten back from The Empty. Dean’s probably sending him mixed signals. He shuts the door behind him and walks to his room; he knows he should probably figure out what to say to Cas. Unfortunately, he was pretty sure that meant poking at that warm, fluttery feeling that seemed to be permanently in his chest.

-

Sam returns from the hunt a week later. He assures Dean it was an easy hunt and that he and Eileen hadn’t needed any help. He also admits to spending a few days with Eileen after they’d taken out the nest.

“How is she, anyway?” Dean asks, handing a beer to Sam and setting one on the end table next to Cas. They’d been watching old western’s in the Dean Cave when Sam got home. Cas had wanted to spend the day watching movies and Dean had agreed on the condition that he got to pick the movie.

“She’s good. She misses you two,” Sam answers.

“Tell her to get her ass out here,” Dean says. “She’s family at this point, man. She should be here, anyway. It would make hunts easier.”

Sam shook his head, smiling. “That’s the first hunt I’ve been on since we beat Chuck. You still haven’t been out.”

“Hey, I’m keeping Cas company. He’s still newly human,” Dean argues.

“You could go hunt if you want, Dean. I’m capable of taking care of myself. I don’t mind,” Cas says from the couch. Dean looks over at him and shakes his head.

“Nah, you’ve been back less than a month. We gotta make sure you have your sea legs before I go anywhere, baby.”

The words left his mouth effortlessly. Sam and Cas just stared at him for a second before Sam coughed.

“It’s great seeing you guys but I’m going to go shower and pass out for a few hours,” he says before making a quick exit toward his room.

“Fine, Sammy. We didn’t want to hang out with you, anyway,” Dean shoots back before collapsing onto his side of the couch.

He hits play on the movie and settles in. He has his own bottle of beer pressed to his lips when Cas speaks.

“Dean?”

“Yeah, Cas?” he replies, lowering the bottle from his lips.

Cas is quiet for a moment. “Why do you keep calling me ‘baby’?” he asks carefully.

Dean stares back at him. “I only called you that once,” he says, on guard now. Had it slipped out again? He didn’t think it had but now he’s not so confident. He sets his beer bottle down.

“No, you’ve done it five times.” So, it had slipped out again. More than once. “You did just now before Sam left.”

Dean is silent, unsure of what to say. He hadn’t even realized it had come out. “I’m sorry,” he finally decides, lowering his gaze from Cas’s stare for a brief moment.

“I don’t mind it,” Cas says quietly. He’s looking somewhere to the left of Dean, his eyes occasionally flickering to Dean’s face. “I thought you were doing it on purpose, is all.”

Dean can’t seem to form a fully coherent thought. He knows he needs to say something - mention Cas’s confession, maybe. But he doesn’t have the words for that yet. Instead he says, “Do you want me to stop?”

“I want you to do it on purpose,” Cas says, looking down. Dean can see the beginnings of pink on the top of his ears. He’s overwhelmed with an ache somewhere in his chest.

Dean doesn’t know why, but he slides in close to Cas. He reaches his hand out and lifts his chin so their eyes meet. “Anything you want, baby,” he says, softly. The fluttering in his chest is more insistent now.

He hears Cas’s breath hitch. Cas closes and opens his eyes before saying. “Can I ask something?”

“Of course,” Dean says, his hand still resting on Cas’s chin.

“Will you kiss me?”

Before Dean registers what he’s doing, he nods and ducks his head in. The kiss is chaste and quick but Cas leans in and responds gently. When they break, there’s a soft smile on Cas’s face.

“Cas,” Dean says, moving his hand to Cas’s cheek. “I, uh. I need to talk to you about. About what you said. Before you… Ya know.”

“When I told you I loved you?” Cas supplies, his eyes half-lidded.

“Yeah,” Dean says, chuckling lightly. “I. I think I do, too. I just haven’t -”

“You don’t have to say anything, Dean. You know that.”

Dean brings his mouth gently back to Cas’s and kisses him again. This time just a little longer, his other hand finding Cas’s waist.

“It was just so easy when you got back,” Dean says when he pulls away. He tries to find any string of words that expresses how he feels. “I didn’t think I needed to say anything but…”

Cas stares at Dean, encouraging him to keep going. Dean can feel his face heating up.

“Lynn asked how long we’d been together,” he says, lamely. “The bartender,” he adds.

“I didn’t get to meet her but I remember her name.”

Dean smiles at him and takes a breath before speaking. “And I told her we hadn’t talked about it. And she looked really sad. I realized I do need to say something.”

They’re silent for a moment and then Dean says. “Holy shit. That was a date.”

Cas looks confused. “You told me it was a date.”

“I did?”

“Yes. When I said yes to going with you, you said ‘it’s a date.’” Cas says.

Dean shakes his head. “It’s… It’s an expression, Cas,” he says. Then, “But, uh, that was a date. I think.”

“Dean. Did you want it to be a date?” Cas asks. His voice is lined with both patience and amusement.

Dean pauses for a minute before saying, “Yeah. That was our first date.” He leans in and presses another kiss to Cas’s mouth.

Cas kisses back and then pulls away a little. “Would you like to go on a second date?”

Dean makes a show of thinking. He hums lightly.

“Dean.”

“Yeah, Cas. I do,” he places a kiss on the side of Cas’s mouth before he drops his hand. “I, uh, I don’t really know what to say but… You can have me, if you want. You’re just going to have to work with me. I don’t really know what I’m doing here.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Cas says.

Dean places a kiss on Cas’s cheek before he turns back to the TV and starts the movie. Cas reaches across to grab his hand, intertwining their fingers in the space between them.

“Hey, baby?”

Cas’s head pops up in response to the pet name, there’s a faint smile on his lips. “Yes, Dean?”

“I love you.”

Cas beams at him before replying, “I love you, too.”

Dean turns his head back toward the TV but spends a better part of the rest of the movie sneaking glances at Cas. He indulges the warm feeling in his chest, even if he doesn’t quite have the words for everything yet.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

SWAT Guy (Part 4)

(gif by @supernatural-jackles​)

Summary: Dean and Sam have a setback in their case and decide getting drunk is the best course of action. The boys end up sharing some of their darker memories with one another but it might be exactly what they need to crack the case...

Masterlist

Pairing: SWAT officer!Dean x reader

Square: In Vino Veritas

Word Count: 1,400ish

Warnings: language, smidge of angst

A/N: For the purposes of this story, Sam is the reader’s brother. This was written for @supernatural-jackles​​ Tell Me A Story Bingo. Enjoy!…

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“Hey guys,” you said. They both grunted from the couch as you put the pizza box and other bag on top of the counter. “How was work? Any news in the case?”

“Not yet,” said Dean, Sam knocking back his drink. You caught the empty bottle of bourbon on the counter while you washed up, knowing for a fact it was half full the night before.

“Are you guys drunk?” you asked. 

“Yup,” said Sam, leaning his head back over the edge of the couch. He giggled and Dean started to laugh. You rolled your eyes and got out a few pieces of pizza and fries for them, putting them on plates and carrying them over. 

“May I ask why you two are drunk?” you asked while you fixed up your own plate.

“A bunch of shit went missing from the arsenal today,” said Dean. “They had the balls to drill under the building in the middle of last night.”

“Zero leads,” said Sam, taking a big bite.

“Something bad is going down. Real bad. Like stay the fuck home the next few days,” said Dean. Sam hummed around his food and you took a seat next to Dean. “It’s gonna be a fucking shit show when it goes down.”

“You guys are trained for that kind of thing,” said Sam, making a mess on his shirt as he scarfed down his food.

“They have our equipment. People could die,” said Dean. 

“Yeah but you gotta try still,” said Sam, eating four fries at once. “I mean I got PTSD from that guy and I still go catch murderers every day.”

Dean’s head snapped in your direction and you slumped down.

“You have PTSD?” asked Dean. 

“Yeah, he does,” you said quietly.

“Guy broke in our house when we were teenagers. Killed our parents. Almost got us too,” said Sam before he burped.

“Your parents were murdered?” said Dean. You nodded and took a small bite of pizza. “I’m sorry. Did they catch the guy?”

“It was a long time ago. Eventually yeah. He got life, no parole. I didn’t see or hear anything really. Sam came in my room and put me on his back and hopped out the window with me and ran us to a neighbors house. He’s the one that…”

“Saw it?” said Dean. Sam nodded and reached for his empty glass. “Yeah. I’ve seen my fair share of fucked up shit too.”

“I was so fucking jealous when you transferred to us,” said Sam with a laugh. “I heard about Denver. You go through that and here you come in all normal and cool and happy and I’m the one still going to therapy for something that happened nearly fifteen years ago.”

“The grass ain’t any greener over here,” said Dean. He was looking far more sober than Sam, one of his arms curling around your waist. “We can’t save everyone Sam. You were a kid. You saved the one you could and that is all we can do.”

“Did you really lose your family in Denver?” asked Sam. You knew Dean’s family had died suddenly a few years ago but he’d only ever implied it was an accident, nothing more.

“It was my mom’s birthday. Everyone was staying the night at the old house. My father was working on a case with the mafia. It was a pretty bad night.”

“How’d you…” you said, Dean smiling softly at you.

“Luck. I spent a month in the ICU. I have nightmares from work, don’t get me wrong. But mostly they’re about that night,” he said. He got up and took Sam’s glass away, replacing it with a bottle of water. “Next time we get drunk, it’s cause we caught this son of a bitch, not a pity party. Got me Sammy?”

“You’re not the boss of me.”

“No, I’m not. But she’s my girl which makes you my boy and I was a Hell of a big brother if I don’t say so myself. So. Let’s eat, sober up, and tomorrow let’s try to catch these guys. Alright?”

Sam ripped off a chunk of his pizza and hummed. Dean sat down beside you and you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Eat your dinner, baby,” you said quietly. “We’ll talk later.”

“I’m sorry,” you said in bed that night after Dean told you about what had happened in Denver. “It sounds like a horror movie.”

“It was. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone,” he said as you had your arms wrapped around his back. He had himself tucked into you, his head under your chin. “But I’ve felt more like my old self the past few months. Met this sweet girl, makes me feel better.”

“I love you.” He turned his head up, smiling at you.

“You love me? Why?”

“You make me happy and I care about you. I wish you were as happy as you make me feel.”

“I was low before you. I hid it was all. But you do make me happy. You and Sam. I feel like I have a family again maybe,” he said.

“You do,” you said, kissing him slowly, lingering your lips together. “I got you tonight and every other night. I promise.”

“Good morning,” you yawned, both boys working at the kitchen table with their laptops. You gave Dean a kiss on the cheek and ruffled his hair before resting your chin on top of his head. “You had no nightmares.”

“Nope,” said Dean with a smile. You peered down at his screen, Sam sipping on a cup of coffee. “How’s it going over there?”

“I think you’re onto something with that theory of yours.”

“What’s the theory?” you asked.

“Well,” said Dean, encouraging you to take a seat on his lap. “I was thinking, most crap in that room you can get on the black market. But then it hit me, it wasn’t about them getting it.”

“It was making sure the cops didn't have it. Whatever they’re doing is going down today and would require SWAT to use that specific equipment they stole,” said Sam. You hummed and Sam turned around his laptop. “You know more about this stuff than me-“

“You’re a better investigator than I am,” said Dean, taking hold of Sam’s laptop. His eyes flickered over top of the screen and he smiled.

“You think that’s it?” asked Sam.

“I think we got it Sammy boy.”

One Month Later

“Well don’t you two look all cute with your awards,” you said. Sam rolled his eyes but Dean took it as an opportunity to gave you a big fat kiss.

“I am literally right here,” said Sam.

“That ain’t my problem,” said Dean. Sam smacked in him the back of the head after you’d broken apart and Dean flicked his ear back.

“Boys,” you said as the chief of the station walked over.

“Enjoying your party boys?” he asked.

“Yes sir,” they both responded, a small smile crossing the chief’s lips.

“Maybe this will be a reminder that working across departments can be a good thing going forward. I’d like you two to head up any joint task force efforts that may fall under either of your purviews,” he said, both boys nodding. “Enjoy yourselves.”

“Well,” said Dean after the chief had walked away. “I say we get Sammy a girl tonight to celebrate.”

“Yes!”

“No!” groaned Sam.

“Little hottie from the press office in the green dress over there has not been shy about eyeing you up and down,” said Dean. Sam spun his head around and rolled his eyes. 

“That’s just Eileen guys. We’re friends.”

“Eileen! Sam wants to dance!” you called across the way as you pushed Sam over towards her.

“I’m gonna kill you!” muttered Sam, all smiles by the time Eileen was there.

“This is why I love you,” said Dean, kissing your temple and reaching behind you, trying to steal the last jalapeno popper off your plate. 

“Thief,” you said, picking it up. You held it up to his mouth and he took a big bite, grinning after he’d swallowed. “You know...I know we said you’d move back home when this all settled down but we could...you know.”

“I think I’m sticking around home for a while if that’s alright with you,” said Dean. You grinned and he rested his head on your shoulder. “I kinda got this no nightmare streak going lately and I’d hate to mess with that.”

“More than alright with me, babe,” you said as you kissed the top of his head. “More than alright.”

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[gayhuckleberryinatrenchcoat]

You are my home💚💙

Happy Valentine’s Destiel Wedding Day everyone!

Part 2 of my Destiel wedding series.

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~2,8k words

“Are you nervous?” Sam teased Dean, who stood in front of the mirror, tugging his tie straight. He thought about it for a moment “Excited? Sure, can’t wait to see Cas again after you forced us to spend last night apart for some stupid tradition. Nervous? No. It’s Cas I’m marrying.” Sam smiled knowingly, already half out the door. “I’m very happy for you two!” Alone again, Dean’s eyes drifted back to the mirror and he placed his hand on his shoulder, right over Cas’ handprint. He meant what he had said to Sam. It had been the first night they had been apart since he got Cas back and he barely slept. He had just felt wrong without hearing Cas’ gentle breaths, without being able to wrap his arms around the former angel and without feeling the weight of Cas’ head on his chest. But was he nervous? Not at all. He was almost surprised at how calm he felt. He’d never been this sure about anything in his life. After today, he would never have to spend another night without Cas.

Everything was perfect. Everyone they knew had insisted on helping with the wedding in one way or another. Sam wanted to officiate them, he got his license as soon as he heard the happy news. Eileen had taken the grooms separately to shop for wedding suits, Jack had promised them a warm, sunny day and handmade the invitations with Claire. Jody and Donna had baked their wedding cake, Ellen and Jo contributed a dozen homemade pies, Bobby took care of the bar and the catering. Garth and Bess promised to capture the whole day on their cameras. Gabe offered to be their DJ and Ash took care of all the technical stuff. Rowena had promised them truly magical fireworks at night, while Crowley and Benny were in charge of the security, although that shouldn’t be necessary ever since Jack became god.

Charlie and Dorothy had not only offered their vast, beautiful property as their wedding venue, they had also taken care of the decorations. The ceremony was set to take place on the Southern side of their house. An aisle led through rows of white chairs up to a little lake in front of which they had placed a rectangular wooden arc, decorated with greenery and big white flowers that stood out brightly against the blue water in the background. The Western side of the house was already equipped with a big dance floor around which tables, a big buffet and a bar had been set up. To top it all off, Charly and Dorothy had hanged fairy lights in every single tree on their property, which would create a magical atmosphere at night.

Lost in thoughts, Dean adjusted the flower on his lapel and smiled at the mirror. He never thought that he – Dean fucking Winchester – would ever get married. And yet here he was. His phone buzzed and his smile became even wider as he saw who texted him.

[Cas 10:34] Dean?

[Dean 10:35] What’s up? Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now😉

[Cas 10:37] No, my feet are perfectly fine, why would they be cold?

Dean rolled his eyes, amused at his fiancé’s confusion.

[Dean 10:37] Not literally, that’s an expression for someone who has second thoughts on their wedding day. What’s going on?

[Cas 10:38] Oh. I see. I’m nervous that I might act weird because I don’t know all wedding customs. So I wanted to ask if you could maybe help me out when I’m about to make a fool out of myself.

[Dean 10:39] Sure thing, sunshine, but don’t worry about acting right, it’s your wedding day, all you have to do is enjoy it. And everybody here knows you’re a little weird😉

Without a knock, Charlie barged in. “What’s up bitch, you ready? Cause your fiancé is and he’s smokin’ hot.” She winked as she noticed Dean’s blushing cheeks. “Yeah, I’m ready. Where’s Bobby?” “Already waiting downstairs for you. I have to go, see you in a few”.  As quick as she had come, she disappeared again. Dean took another glance at the mirror to make sure everything was perfect before he left the room.

Downstairs Bobby and Ellen were laughing over a glass of scotch. When Bobby noticed Dean, he smiled and reached up to adjust his baseball cap, scoffing when he realized that he didn’t wear one today. “Lookin’ good” he grumbled. Ellen gave Bobby a quick peck on his cheek and winked at Dean as she went to take a seat. “I’m glad ya two idjits finally got the sticks out of your asses. Took ya long enough.” Dean chuckled nervously, his cheeks turning red again. “Thanks Bobby. Truth is I still don’t know how I got this lucky.” “Well, ya really deserve this, ya know? You’re a good man. He’s lucky to be with you. And I like him. Never seen you this happy.” After a pause he added “I’m very proud of you son.” Fumbling with the empty glass Ellen had left behind on the table in front of him, Dean replied “Bobby... Thank you. You’ve always been a father for me, unlike John, who... Anyways, thank you. For everything.” Dean swallowed, unable to put his love and gratitude for this man into words, but as he looked up at Bobby’s face, he caught him wiping over suspiciously wet eyes. “Idjit” he grunted, pulling Dean into a bone crushing hug. He nodded at the clock. “Ya ready? We gotta go.” “Ready” Dean replied, and he meant it. He was more than ready for this.

Or maybe he wasn’t. He was more than ready to marry Cas, but he wasn’t prepared for the sight of all his loved ones in one place, alive – thanks to Jack – gathered to celebrate with him. He always thought the only occasion where they’d all come together would be for his funeral, and he didn’t even expect that since most of them had been dead until a few months ago. Grateful and touched to see how many people where there because they loved him and Cas, Dean fought back some tears. While Garth’s kids waddled down the aisle, scattering white rose petals, Bobby squeezed Dean’s arm, as if he could sense all those thoughts whirling in his head. Dean nodded, linked their arms and let Bobby lead him down the aisle where Sammy already waited with a big grin and an even bigger stack of notes for his speech.

Back in the house, Charly gave Cas an encouraging smile and handed him a gorgeous bouquet of white and yellow flowers. “Thank you for leading me down the aisle, I was made aware that that would usually be the responsibility of one’s father...” “There’s nothing usual about this wedding..” Charly teased him. “Besides, you’ve been my bestie ever since we first met, of course I’m gonna walk you down the aisle!” She linked their arms. “Ready?” Cas nodded. “Ready...” Leaning in, he added with a proud smirk “...bestie”. The doors swung open and they stepped outside.

All heads turned around to see Cas, but he didn’t even notice. He was completely captivated by the sight of his fiancé, who let out a little gasp before breaking into a wide smile. His eyes made those cute crinkles that Cas loved so much and as he came closer, he could see a tear roll over Dean’s check. Usually, although Dean had become way more relaxed over the last months, Cas could always sense a lingering alertness in him. But now... he seemed completely at peace. Cas quickly blinked away some tears. He didn’t want anything to cloud his vision, he needed to preserve this image in his mind. His navy-blue suit combined with a simple black tie and a white flower on the lapel suited Dean incredibly well. He was beautiful and Cas’ heart skipped a beat at the thought that it was him who caused the pure adoration and happiness on Dean’s face.

Charlie led Cas towards him with excruciatingly slow steps. Dean could barely restrain himself from running towards them. Cas was indeed smoking hot in his black suit, the baby blue tie perfectly matching the color of his big, loving eyes. Their eyes locked and Cas smiled at him with his adorable alien head tilt. Dean took a deep breath in, smiling at his fiancé, whose eyes glistened suspiciously. Cas seemed completely awestruck, and Dean felt a little lightheaded like he always did when Cas looked at him like that... like he meant the world to him.

Charly placed Cas’ hand in Dean’s. “Hey handsome! Missed me last night?” Dean whispered with a wink. “Hello Dean. I missed you very much indeed”. Murmuring “Me too”, Dean softly leaned his forehead against Cas’. The grooms stood there for a moment with closed eyes and fond smiles on their faces, the longing for each other almost unbearable. Cas finally pulled away and stated softly: “You are incredibly beautiful”. He turned towards Sam. Dean blushed at the seriousness in Cas’ voice and slowly turned to face his brother as well, not without glancing at Cas’ concentrated face once more and shooting him a loving smile from the side. While Sam held his unsurprisingly deep and thoughtful speech, Cas slipped his hand into Dean’s, who squeezed it lightly in response.

When it was time to say their vows, Dean took Cas’ hands in his and started shakily: “So, uhm, I’d like to start if that’s okay. Cas – you’re my best friend. And you’re the love of my life. I never thought I’d ever say something like that, I didn’t exactly think love was in the cards for me. I never let anyone close. But you...” His furrowed brows softened, and he broke into a fond smile, adopting Cas’ little head tilt. “You immediately got to me – well, right after I stabbed you... Sorry for that, buddy.” He winked and Cas chuckled softly. Dean continued, his voice overflowing with love: “I love your weird, quirky personality. I love that you’re such an openhearted, adorable little dude and at the same time you’re brave, strong and one hell of a badass. You never stop surprising me. You have the most loving, pure and beautiful soul.” Dean’s voice started to crack. “You know me better than anyone, heck, you probably even know me better than I know myself. You looked into my soul and you love me for exactly who I am, which is the best gift you could have ever given me.” Firmly holding Cas’ gaze, he added seriously: “I promise to always love and support you unconditionally, in our human life together and beyond. I’ve been yours ever since you first laid a hand on me. And I swear I will be yours for all of eternity. I love you Cas, so damn much.”

Cas looked at him completely lovestruck, tears glistening in his eyes. In a low, gravelly voice he declared: “I never truly belonged anywhere. I never... functioned the way I was supposed to. And you made me realize that that’s okay. That freedom and free will were more preferable than being a brainwashed soldier of heaven. You gave me your friendship, you made me part of your family. You taught me to love.” He cupped Dean’s face, gently brushing his thumb over Dean’s freckled cheeks. Squinting his eyes in adoration at the miracle before him, he added: “You are the most perfect, selfless and loving human being I have ever known.” Tears started rolling down Dean’s cheeks, he still had a hard time accepting that someone – especially Cas – would think so highly of him. Receiving this praise in front of such a big audience made him blush. “Dean, you are my home. I love you. Forever.” He pressed a soft kiss on Dean’s forehead and wiped away his tears. Dean almost drowned in his loving eyes, completely overwhelmed with affection.

Claire and Jack came up to give them their rings. Claire handed Cas a ring and whispered: “Congrats Ca... Dad”. Cas froze up for a second, tilting his head, squinting his eyes, trying to understand if she really just meant that or if it had just slipped out on accident. When she gave him a shy confirming smile, he pulled her into a strong hug. Jack handed Dean a ring with a “Hello Dad” and a short hug, before tugging on Claire’s hand to pull her back to their seats. The almost married couple shared a confused look after what just happened, Dean opening his mouth to ask “Did they just call us..?” “I believe they did”, Cas replied happily.

Sam moved on with the ceremony and let them repeat some more promises to each other before posing the final question: “Do you, Castiel, take Dean Winchester as your lawfully wedded husband?” Cas answered earnestly “I do.” Sam turned to Dean to repeat his question: “Do you, Dean Winchester, take Castiel as your lawfully wedded husband?” Dean grinned widely, eyes crinkling around the edges: “Hell yeah, I do!” Sam asked them to exchange their rings to seal their bond and Cas took Dean’s hand gently in his. He slipped the ring on slowly, looking deeply into Dean’s beaming green eyes. Dean then slipped a ring onto Cas’ finger, his fingertips lingering longer than necessary. Sam finally pronounced them “...husband and husband. You may now kiss your groom!” Under the roaring cheers of their loved ones, Dean cupped Cas’ face while his husband pulled him close, arms wrapped around his waist. Their lips found each other easily, all of their adoration blooming into a chaste, soft kiss. Cas spontaneously bent Dean backwards, who gasped into his mouth in surprise, before letting himself fall into the strong embrace. Their kiss deepened, both too far gone to hear the excited cheers and whistles around them. It took them a while to gather the strength to break apart, foreheads resting against each other for one more moment before turning to the cheering crowd. Dean linked their hands and raised them up, as Sam exclaimed loudly: “I present to you Mr. and Mr. Winchester!”

The party afterwards was one for the books. Everyone had a blast and surprisingly enough, everyone got along perfectly, which wasn’t exactly a given on a party were hunters and supernatural beings came together. Donna’s and Jody’s wedding cake was mind-blowingly delicious. It was a white cake with three tiers and a figurine of the happy couple on top, wearing their trademark flannel and trenchcoat. When they cut the cake open, it revealed a colorful surprise. The top tier was colored like the bisexual pride flag. The second tier was chocolate-brown and the bottom tier looked like a rainbow flag. Dean insisted on feeding Cas with some cake and “accidentally” smeared frosting on Cas’ face. After he had kissed it away shamelessly, which earned them loud cheers and whistles from their guests, Dean pulled his husband onto the dance floor for their first dance.

They both didn’t exactly know how to dance, but it didn’t matter. They were just happy to feel the comforting warmth of their bodies against each other and melted into a tight embrace. As they were swaying gently, eyes closed and faces buried in each other’s necks, they didn’t realize that the first song had long blended into the next one. After a couple of songs, Dean opened his eyes for a moment, watching all the people he loved enjoy themselves. Jody and Donna slow-danced next to them and Eileen tried to teach Sam how to dance, hoping not to get her toes crushed. The brothers exchanged a big smile that said: “We’re so damn lucky”. Rowena stood at the DJ-table with Gabe, brushing a hand over his arm and whispering something in his ear. Crowley and Benny seemed to hit it off at the bar and Claire and Jack tried to teach Sonny some “tictoc-dance”, whatever that was, while Miracle excitedly jumped around their feet. Dean closed his eyes again and sank even deeper into the feeling of Cas’ arms wrapped around him.

The party carried on deep into the night, roaring rock classics long having replaced the quiet couple-dance music, everyone partying on the dance floor or sharing stories and laughs at the bar. As the newlyweds sat down to chat with Sam and Eileen over some drinks, Cas looked at his husband lovingly. He was overjoyed to see Dean beaming happily from being among all the people he loved, no danger in sight. As Dean caught Cas starring, he gave him a gentle peck and got up. He linked their hands as they strolled towards the lake, the party sounds fading into low background noises. They leaned up against each other, the reflections of stars and fairy lights glistening on the water as they held each other close in the cold night air. Dean nuzzled his nose into Cas’ hair and pressed a gentle kiss on his head. Cas turned to see Dean’s glowing eyes and pulled him into a long, achingly tender kiss. They were home.

[expectingtofly]

SPN Stay At Home Challenge

Week 10: your choice

I’ve been wanting to write a destiel fic based off the song “Fortune Teller” by Robert Plant & Alison Krauss for forevvverr so I decided to finally go for it:

Dean, Sam, and Eileen are at the beach when they go to get their palms read. Cue an attractive, charming fortune teller and a palm reading Dean wants to dismiss, but can't seem to shake.

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Thanks to @bend-me-shape-me @helianthus21 and @pray4jensen for creating this challenge :)

“This is bullshit, you know that, right?” Dean asked, leaning on the counter in the small, dark shop Sam and Eileen had dragged him into.

“Come on, live a little, Dean,” Sam said, holding Eileen’s hand. Dean rolled his eyes. They were at the beach on vacation and had been roaming the boardwalk when Eileen pointed out a sign reading, Fortune Teller, $5 Palm Reading. Learn Who You Are and What Your Future Holds. Dean had hardly glanced at the sign before Eileen pulled Sam into the shop, causing Dean to reluctantly follow.

Inside, the small shop was littered with crystals and charms, incense and candles. Too many candles, Dean thought, looking around. This place was a fire hazard. At the back of the small shop was a thick, deep red curtain which would probably go up in smoke quickly enough if a candle fell over. Dean could hear murmured voices behind the curtain where the fortune teller presumably sat. Probably a woman in flowy clothes and long hair, waving her hands around a crystal ball, muttering shit about auras and futures.

Dean looked over his shoulder at the sunny, crowded boardwalk where the ocean crashed out of sight and people chattered and walked past, then back at Sam and Eileen who were looking at one of the tapestries blanketing the wall.

“I dated a hippy in college, remember?” Dean said. “Weirdest chick ever. She thought she could read palms too. Read mine and said we weren’t destined to be together.”

“Well she was right, wasn’t she?” Sam said and Eileen fought back a smile.

Dean flipped Sam off and the curtain parted to let out two women in bikini tops and shorts. They were laughing and staring at their palms as if they could read what the fortune teller had seen there.

“I told you!” The one said to the other. “‘There’s fortune to be made in your future’—I just started selling Pampered Chef stuff, remember?” Give me a break, Dean thought.

“Our turn!” Eileen said, pulling Sam to the curtain. They disappeared behind it and Dean sat on a tasseled, purple round ottoman that could've been either a place to sit or part of the decoration. Incense burned on a table to his left and the strong smell made him feel almost dizzy. He picked up a ridged, orange crystal on the table—a sign promised it would promote “relaxation and peace in mind and spirit.” Dean turned the crystal over in his hand. What a bunch of hooey.

He heard Eileen laugh from behind the curtain. Dean liked Eileen and thought she was great for Sam, but he was starting to wish he hadn’t given in when Sam and Eileen begged him to come with them to the beach. For one, no matter how well he got along with both Sam and Eileen, he was designated third wheel. And, two, he suspected Sam and Eileen had only invited him along out of pity—why else would they want him around on a vacation to celebrate their recent engagement? Meanwhile Dean had ended a two year relationship a month ago. He was happy for Sam and Eileen, truly, but watching them be all nauseatingly cute with each other didn’t exactly make him feel great about the current state of his love life.

Sam and Eileen emerged from behind the curtain, and Dean tossed the crystal onto the table and stood. “What’d the fortune teller say? Either of you guys gonna die an early death?”

“Jesus, Dean, that’s dark,” Sam protested.

“He said we make a good pair,” Eileen said, taking Sam’s hand to study his palm. So the fortune teller was a guy, not the witchy woman Dean had imagined. One aspect of this shop that was not ridiculously cliché. “My lines promise excitement and Sam’s promise dependability.”

“He called you boring to your face?” Dean asked Sam.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Just go and get your palm read.”

“Nah,” Dean started.

“Come on, Dean, it’s fun and,” Eileen looked over her shoulder at the curtain and signed something.

“What?” Dean asked. Though he’d picked up some sign language since meeting Eileen, he’d learned mostly single words, insults he could then aim at Sam behind his back to Eileen’s amusement.

“He’s attractive,” Sam said, “according to Eileen.”

“Well, I’ll be the judge of that,” Dean said. Eileen smiled encouragingly at him as he walked to the curtain. Trust Eileen to try and set him up with the fortune teller. She and Sam had been pointing out other beachgoers the whole week long, but Dean wasn’t having any of it. He’d decided he was content staying single for the rest of his life, thank you very much. With the exception of Sam and Eileen’s relationship, love was as much a sham as fortune telling. Or so he was trying to convince himself.

Pushing the curtain back, Dean stepped into the back of the shop and blinked in the gloom lit by only candlelight. A dark haired man sat cross legged on a wide carpet; he looked up as Dean entered and smiled. Alright, so Eileen wasn’t kidding, this guy was attractive. But he was also barefoot and wearing all linen, so Dean wasn’t going to lose his head.

“Hello,” the fortune teller said, beckoning for Dean to sit down. He was surrounded by more candles and, on the walls, tapestries and hanging beads. No crystal ball, though. “And what’s your name?”

“You can’t just read my mind?” Dean asked, sitting down across from him on the floor. Would it kill the guy to put some chairs in this place?

The fortune teller laughed, a low, pleasant sound. “I’m not psychic.” He held out his hand, palm up. “I only read palm lines.”

Realizing the fortune teller was waiting, Dean placed his hand in his. But the fortune teller didn’t look at his palm yet. He held Dean’s gaze—his eyes were a light blue—and Dean found himself relaxing despite himself.

“It’s Dean. My name,” he said.

“You’re a skeptic,” the fortune teller said.

“I thought you couldn’t read my mind.” The fortune teller smiled and Dean gestured to the space around them with his free hand. “This is a little over the top, don’t you think? The candles, the incense,” he gestured to the fortune teller, “the clothes.”

“People come here expecting something and I comply,” the fortune teller said. He didn’t sound offended. “They wouldn’t trust me if this place looked like a doctor’s office.”

“No, guess not.”

The fortune teller bent his head to look at Dean’s palm and Dean asked, “You have a name?”

The fortune teller looked up at him again. Shit. He really was attractive, hippy clothes and all. “Castiel.”

Dean snorted and Castiel smiled like he knew what Dean was thinking. “That’s amusing?” he asked.

“No, no, just, uh, it fits. Very new agey. That your real name or is it part of your whole persona?”

“None of this is a persona. It’s all real, it’s all me.”

“So you were born with this… gift, or ability, or whatever, to tell the future?” He was all too aware of Castiel still holding onto his hand and only half admitting to himself that he might be stalling.

Castiel looked thoughtful. “I can’t predict the future. I can only study the way lines cross on your palm,” he softly traced the lines on Dean’s palm and something fluttered in Dean’s chest, “and make assumptions and predictions based on what those lines typically suggest.”

“You make educated guesses.”

Castiel smiled. “I suppose you could call it that.”

“You know, you really shouldn’t be revealing trade secrets.”

Castiel tilted his head in a way that was incredibly disarming. “Are you going to go out on the boardwalk and discredit me?”

“Might open up my own shop next door and steal your business.”

Castiel laughed and the sound stirred something in the base of Dean’s stomach. He watched as Castiel studied his palm again, curious despite himself at what Castiel would see there.

“You feel kind of warm,” Castiel said. Dean reddened, but Castiel didn’t look up at him. He traced one long finger over a line curving at the base of Dean’s thumb. A small fan on a bookshelf behind Castiel swung slowly side to side, making the bead curtains hanging from the walls sway and softly rattle. Dean could feel the slight breeze in the warm room as the fan pointed his way. Castiel’s loose hippy shirt dipped at the neckline to reveal a brown corded necklace hanging between his collarbones. Muffled chatter rose behind the curtain and the fan softly whirred and Dean wondered if Castiel wasn’t a hypnotist as well.

“You’re in love,” Castiel said, letting go of Dean’s hand.

Dean blinked and pulled his hand back into his lap before Castiel’s words registered. He laughed. “Sorry, buddy, but I think you got me mixed up with my brother. The sasquatch that was in here last?”

Castiel only smiled serenely and shook his head. “You might not know it yet, but you will soon enough, I think. You’ll know when you look into your love’s eyes.”

Dean stared back at him, then broke the gaze. “Well, alright then.” He stood. “I still think this is all bullshit.”

“You can pay for my bullshit in that jar there.” Castiel pointed to a low table behind Dean where a jar stood next to a small sign reading $5.

“Right, forgot you actually make a living off this crap.” Dean threw a five dollar bill into the mouth of the jar and started to pull back the curtain. “Nice meeting you anyway.”

“Nice meeting you too, Dean.” Castiel smiled up at him, his hands folded in his lap.

Dean walked out of the shop to meet Sam and Eileen standing in the sunlight on the boardwalk. “What happened in there?” Sam asked. “You took forever.”

“He took his hippy time. Guess he was having trouble reading my palm.” After sitting in that dark room, the sun outside seemed even brighter and more glaring.

“What’d he say?” Eileen asked.

“Doesn’t matter,” Dean said, suddenly embarrassed. “He was making it up.” He started walking down the boardwalk.

“Dean, what’d he say?” Sam asked as he and Eileen caught up with him. “Something bad?”

“No! You know he can’t actually tell the future, right?” Sam and Eileen watched him expectantly and Dean sighed. “He, uh… he said I was in love.”

Eileen frowned. “In love?”

“Like I said, bullshit.”

“You think he meant with Lisa?” Sam asked.

“No, guys.” Dean stopped walking abruptly and Sam and Eileen turned around to look at him. “He didn’t know what he was talking about, he told me himself, he makes all this shit up.” He started walking again. “Probably gave me some generic fortune to get back at me for giving him a hard time.”

“You gave him a hard time?” Sam asked. Eileen touched Dean’s arm and Dean looked at her.

Attractive? she signed and Dean sighed.

Yes, he was attractive, he signed back. Eileen grinned and Dean rolled his eyes.

* * *

That night, Dean waved goodnight to Sam and Eileen as they went into their hotel room down the hall. He unlocked the door to his room, paused on the threshold and stared into the darkness, then shut the door and went downstairs to the boardwalk on which the hotel stood.

The ocean surged loudly and he leaned on the boardwalk railing to watch the dark waves catch the moonlight as they piled on top of each other and crashed into foam.

Shoving his hands into his jacket pockets against the night chill, he continued down the boardwalk. Lamp posts cast orange circles of light which diffused softly into shadow before meeting the next circle of light. Farther down the boardwalk, clusters of multi-colored lights formed the shapes of a ferris wheel and other rides.

You’re in love. What the hell did the fortune teller mean by that? Dean wasn’t in love, not with anyone, and not with Lisa as Sam had suggested. It was true that Dean had loved Lisa—their relationship was the longest he’d ever been in, and they’d even started talking marriage. But, slowly, for reasons Dean didn’t really know how to express, he had realized she wasn’t the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. And so he had broken things off last month.

Maybe that was a stupid thing to do. He and Lisa could’ve been happy together, happy enough. He didn’t know what he was holding out for.

He paused on the boardwalk before he reached the more crowded, night-life area. Nothing like seeing people having a good time, paired up in couples, to make him feel lonely and miserable. Standing under a lamp post in its orange glow, he drew his hand from his pocket and studied his palm, trying to see what Castiel had seen. He could still feel the light pressure of Castiel’s finger tracing the criss-crossing lines.

You’ll know when you look into your love’s eyes. Castiel must have pulled that from some sappy romance movie. The ones Sam and Eileen made Dean watch with them, where two people caught each others’ eyes across the room and, in a heart-stopping instant, knew they were destined for each other.

Shaking his head, Dean shoved his hand back into his pocket. That shit didn’t happen in real life; it hadn’t happened with Lisa or anyone else, and Dean wasn’t going to put any stake in Castiel’s palm readings, wasn’t going to bank on true love and all that cliché shit. A salty, chilly breeze tugged at his collar and blew through his hair as he headed back to the hotel.

* * *

The next afternoon, Dean leaned forward in his beach chair, resting his forearms on his thighs. The sun shone overheard and glared on the waves. Behind his, Sam, and Eileen’s chairs, a family sat with a radio blaring music, and to their left a couple threw a frisbee back and forth.

Sam and Eileen were both reading, because of course they were. They were disgustingly perfect for each other. Even their palm readings were complementary. Not absurd, like Dean’s had been. Dean decided he was going to leave Fortune Teller Castiel a bad review online, if hippies even used the internet and had websites. Castiel sat in a dark room all day, trying to act mysterious, taking people’s money, spewing nonsense, but he didn’t know shit.

Three women walked past his chair and one of the women glanced at him. Their eyes met for a brief moment before she kept walking past. Dean stared down at his feet and pushed them into the warm sand. You’ll know when…

Abruptly, he stood. Sam and Eileen looked up at him over their respective books.

“I’m going to go grab food,” he said and grabbed his shirt hanging over the back of his chair.

“Okay,” Sam said, looking back down at his book.

You alright? Eileen signed and Dean nodded. He pulled his shirt on and walked off to the boardwalk.

I’m great, he thought, I’m just going to give Castiel a piece of my mind, tell him where he can shove his fortune telling.

Making his way through the crowded boardwalk, he reached the fortune teller shop and stepped inside the dark, acrid smelling interior. Pulling off his sunglasses, he saw the curtain was drawn back a little, inviting customers. Determined, Dean marched over and pulled the curtain aside.

“You’re full of shit,” he started to say, stepping into the room where Castiel had read his palm the day before. But then Castiel looked up from where he sat on the floor and their eyes met and the words died on Dean’s lips.

He stared at Castiel for a good while, forgetting everything he had planned to say.

“Dean,” Castiel said, smiling, bringing Dean back to himself. “I was hoping to see you again.”

“You,” Dean stammered. Such blue eyes, why hadn't he seen it before... “It’s you…”

Castiel stood. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes,” Dean breathed. He broke his gaze from Castiel’s eyes and fiddled with his sunglasses in his hand. “I, um...”

“Did you come for another palm reading?” Castiel asked. He reached out and Dean gave him his hand without realizing what he was doing. Castiel lifted his own hand next to Dean’s and studied both of their palms.

“What do you see?” Dean asked, looking not at their hands, but at Castiel. His heart was pounding.

“I see… a dinner date. You tell me all about yourself, and then we take a walk on the beach.” Castiel looked up at Dean, a playful smile on his face.

Dean let out a breath of laughter. “You read all that in our palm lines?”

“I might have embellished a bit.” Castiel took a step closer to Dean and smiled up at him. You’ll know when you look…

“I came back here to tell you something,” Dean said. “What you read in my palm lines, it was true.”

“It was?” Castiel’s brow furrowed a little. He started to let go of Dean’s hand, but Dean took Castiel’s hand in his own.

“It was just like you said.” He couldn’t look away from those eyes. “I thought you were only making it up, but dammit, you were right.” The last words fell off his tongue soft and quiet.

Castiel studied him, then slowly smiled. “I so hoped I was right.”

Dean felt a warmth rush through his chest. He looked down at their hands, then back at Castiel. “You missed something in our futures.”

Castiel tilted his head a little. “What?”

Dean ducked down to kiss him and felt Castiel smile before kissing him back. He hadn’t needed his palm read to know it would feel so right.

When they pulled away, Dean asked, a little breathless, “Do I get that last palm reading for free?”

Castiel laughed. “Only if you ensure that what I saw comes true.” He intertwined his fingers in Dean’s and Dean nodded.

“It’s a deal.” And he kissed the fortune teller again.

Tagging: @spnwaywardone @good-things-do-happen-dean @becky-srs

I’ll be writing more destiel fics even with this challenge over so let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list:)

[anathewierdo]

I’m okay... and I’m surprised by how true that is

I remember being in my first year of high school and just binge watching Supernatural every chance I would get

And I went through the first three seasons going “ok this is awesome but I wish we’d see more of Jo, of Ellen, of Ash, of Bobby, like the brothers are great but I doubt it’s eleven seasons of this”

And then I got to season four and I met Cas and my brain just went “Hoooooly shit this guy! What even is the deal with this guy?! Friend or foe?! Oh he’s a reluctant friend, I like”, but I saw how Dean was with him, I saw The End, I saw that episode where they go after Raphael and I just went “ok so they’re either super duper best friends or they’re boyfriends I’m sure of it”

Then I saw seasons 6 and 7 and I went “did– did they just broke up? Did– wait they’re not best friends anymore NO”

Also, I will forever be grateful to Felícita Day and Robbie Thompson for Charlie Bradbury. She gave me strength and made me smile in some very dark days :).

AND THEN season 8 happened and I went feral. Like holy crap! Benny was amazing! We met Eileen! The whole purgatory plot line was awesome! The drama between the brothers and the problems between, well, EVERYBODY had me at the edge of my seat and then that flashback happened to where Cas let go of Dean’s hand and I just went “Oh my god they’re so together holy shit I bet they got together”

Season 8 was my favorite because of all the things. And that season finale will always remain my favorite because Sam, because Crowley, because Castiel, because Eileen, because Dean... I was just staring at my screen going “this is new levels of epic”. So many storylines were happening and I loved how it all came together for that season finale. It was heartbreaking. It made sense. It was a plot twist I never saw coming but made perfect sense to me in every episode and I loved every second of it.

And I was fine with Dean and Cas not being shown as together together because I kept going “they’re there but they’re not ready. There’s too much going on.” And as a baby queer who was always looking for older queer characters (because I love seeing older queer people, it reminds me that being queer was never a fashion thing like my parents say), the possibility of Dean, of Cas, of Sam being queer meant the world to me, because hell yes, it’s super valid to figure out who you are regardless of your age and who you have or haven’t slept with.

Season 9, 10 and 11 came and went and I just kept going “Cas is so fucking in love. Dean is so fucking in love. They love each other so fucking much” because of how much they would do for each other (don’t get me wrong the Cas being homeless storyline broke my ducking heart)

But like, Cas gave up an army for Dean. Dean refused to do anything that would risk Castiel when he was possessed by Lucifer to defeat Amara. Dean’s “attraction” to Amara was very obviously forced from Dean’s part, because it was some sort of spell.

And season eleven had its issues, but I liked it nonetheless.

Then Mexican Netflix took down Supernatural and my only way of watching the show was through YouTube clips and gifs here.

Then I met someone who sent me season 12 and I just kept going “HOLY SHIT HOW”

Because we got Mary, we got the Men of Letters, we got the whole Nephilim storyline and I was losing my shit because I didn’t– I didn’t know how to process it and I admit I hated Mary for the longest time but rewatching Supernatural two years ago gave me more of a chance to understand her and I actually like her now that I saw her grow in the show (I can’t say the same for John).

Then there was Dean and Cas and they were still fighting to keep each other alive (although they fought a lot from what I remember) and it always seemed like they were just on the brink of being together together but it never happened, and I both hated it and loved it because those two still had some growing to do.

Season 13 messed me up. In the best kind of ways.

Also! Throughout the seasons the family and the Supernatural world grew and grew and grew and I just loved seeing these characters. It fucking broke my heart when we’d see an old friend and they would just die by the end of the episode... but still, I loved those characters.

I loved how Supernatural went from a very white, very straight show, to a show with very good representation sprinkled here and there (sometimes).

Supernatural was problematic and sometimes even bad in a lot of ways, but it was that sprinkle of great representation that kept me there. Because family didn’t end in blood, and it didn’t start there either. And that... that was huge to me.

I cried when Eileen, when Charlie, when Kevin, when Missouri, when Bobby and when others died. How couldn’t I? I grew to love them and know them and it hit home when one of them fell.

Season 14 happened. And I was... I was blown away. For the first time ever I felt like Supernatural had truly reached their wall. Like they couldn’t go any further.

And then G.O.D. Himself was the final villain and I lost it.

The meta, the symbolism, the whole concept of free will.

I was in cloud nine with the possibilities of where this all could go.

And I enjoyed season 15. Ups and downs and everything. I really did. 15x18 was the best thing that could’ve happened because Cas went off script one last time and saved Dean simply by living his truth... to me, it was the silence in the last two episodes that hurt me, but not 15x18 itself.

It felt awesome to see Cas be himself without fear and go down with a smile on his face because he felt truly, genuinely happy. I cried like a baby because he was gone, but I felt so happy for him because he was happy. Because I felt seen.

Then the finale happened.

And I’m not gonna lie, it felt like a kick in the face.

Suddenly the family was gone. Suddenly the show was in 2005 again. Suddenly, it was only Sam and Dean and... I don’t know, it just felt so... empty, to me. After years of the guys not being completely on their own, to see them alone again felt, well, it felt wrong. But that’s just me.

I also feel like Chuck went down too easily but that is not important right now😂

I mean, we even had a full blown episode where we were told that an ending where a brother died and the other lived was not a good ending. We had this episode where we were told that Castiel was the living embodiment of Free Will because he was the piece that Chuck never counted on, never took in consideration for the story. Castiel, our Castiel, was the only one who went truly, genuinely off script. And by doing so, he was the one who messed with Chuck’s plans.

And obviously I’m not taking away credit from Sam and Dean and their family. God, I loved watching this story grow.

And this show... this complicated, problematic, somehow still heart filled show, ended with a Heaven ending.

I dunno, I was just hoping that having peace didn’t mean having to die to get it. I was hoping that they wouldn’t be alone in the finale because alone? Sam and Dean are great. But with their family? Sam and Dean are unstoppable.

And I get it, anyone can die at any time, but it still felt wrong. That final episode felt wrong.

I’m not saying I’m right. I’m just sharing my journey with Supernatural.

It took me a month and a half to gain the strength to even watch an episode of Supernatural again without shaking and breaking down crying. It took me a week to get back to some sense of normal without crying and feeling like I’d been slapped in the face.

I can’t even listen to Carry On My Wayward Son anymore 😂

And it’s not okay. It’s not. And I’m not looking for validation or anything. I’m just feeling. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

I still am hurt by what happened. But I’m not gonna go lash out at the actors, or even at the writers. I’m mad at the tv network itself.

And it’s totally, completely okay if you enjoyed the finale. It is! I’m happy for you! You saw something I couldn’t and that’s okay! I’m not here to tell you you’re right or wrong for enjoying it. 💖

What is wrong is hopping on other people’s blogs and sending them hate and slurs and invalidating their feelings (like some certain anons and even people that felt too cozy doing that to me)

I’m gonna keep on trying to move on whether I like it or not. I’m gonna find a way to truly enjoy Supernatural again. I’m gonna keep on shipping and making my tumblr experience good for me, because I’m my number one priority and there’s nothing wrong with that. I’m gonna keep making friends and I’m gonna do my best to keep my blog a positive space.

I am warning y’all though: there is a difference between hate and criticism. Me criticizing an actor’s actions is very different from hating them. And let’s be honest, I’m not taking my little opinions outside to the real world. I’m not gonna go knocking on someone’s door yelling “I don’t like you” to their face 😂 that would be pathetic. And most importantly: nothing’s gonna happen to them because little old me went “that was wrong of you to do”.

I’m not that important, y’all 😂 I don’t have that sort of impact on people’s lives.

I’m gonna enjoy the SPN family because that’s the fandom I want to stay in. I’m gonna post love towards all my favorite characters and reblog the fics and art that you talented and amazing people put out on the world because they are awesome.

I’m gonna stay right here. And I’ll have my family with me.

The show ended on a sour note for me, but I’m done letting that... that event, keep dragging me down.

Disasters so far aside, I’m looking forward to the rest of 2021. I’m okay. I’m gonna be okay.

I wish you all the best. And holy crap if you got this far, you are an absolute champ.

Here, have a DeanCas hug in compensation for the long post

Take care of yourself, take it one day at a time. I’m here if any of you want to talk. And I’m looking forward to posting more writing.

For now, I love you and I wish you a good night 💖💖💖💖💖💖

[fanfic-corner]

Bed Sharing

I created this list probably about a month or so ago, and I remember being so hopeful for the finale. I never dreamt we would get semi-canon Destiel, but I also never imagined the finale would be that disappointing. I will be posting a list of 15x20 fics, but for now, take this fluff and ignore your problems for a while.

Lock and Key by tricia_16 on AO3. (144,500 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Bookstore Owner Castiel, Musician Dean Winchester, Friends to Lovers, Keeping Secrets, Mutual Pining, Flirting, Sexual Tension, Slow Burn, Smut, Virgin Castiel, Angry Sex, Dubious Content, Recreational Drug Use, Fluff, Dating, Song Lyrics, Sharing a Bed, Happy Ending.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: In a world where people get songs stuck in their heads whenever their soulmate is singing out loud, Castiel discovers that being soulmates with an aspiring singer/songwriter can be taxing, to say the least. Finding said soulmate, learning that he's the most attractive human being on the face of the earth, and then not being able to tell him he’s meant for you? It turns out that's even worse. Not having a soulmate is just the icing on the cake on an already crappy life, if you ask Dean. He wants to sell his songs, but he's terrified of singing them himself. He wants to be a mechanic, but he's stuck selling parts, instead. He wants to kiss the ever loving fuck out of Sam's girlfriend's boss, too, but the guy's holding out for his soulmate, which of course means Dean doesn't even have a shot....right?

Notes: The pure terror that struck me at the end of chapter one nearly made me dip out of this, but I stuck through it, and was 100% rewarded with the ending (I screamed. I think everyone is worried about me now).

Stand By Me by whelvenwings on AO3. (31,252 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Post-Apocalypse, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Slow Dancing, Smut, First Kiss, Canon-Typical Violence, Touch-Starved Dean, Love Confessions.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean Winchester has been alone for a long, long time. When he and Castiel happen to find each other - a couple of survivors in a world that’s been all but wiped clean - Dean’s looking for his brother; Castiel is looking for something to look for. They stick together, because neither of them much wants to be alone. They hate each other at first, of course. Dean hates Castiel for being weird and quiet and ironic and antagonistic and proud. Castiel hates Dean for being blunt and reckless and coarse, for drinking, for refusing to talk about how he feels and just pretending everything is fine. Most of all, they hate themselves and each other just for being alive. What right do they have to be alive? No one else seems to be. But against his own will, Dean starts to notice things about Castiel that he likes. Starts to hope that Castiel might like him, too. And together, they start to fight for a world where they're both alive - and that's a good thing.

Notes: I know I have recced this multiple times before but it is one of my all time favourite fics so I won’t apologise! It is so cute, and it has everything you could ask for in a fic.

Partnered by K_K_TiBal on AO3. (28,112 words).

Tags: Minor Donna/Jody, Minor Eileen/Sam, Detective Dean Winchester, Lieutenant Castiel, Undercover as Married, Suburbia, Drug Use, Sharing a Bed, Pining, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Falling in Love, Love Confessions, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Demisexual Castiel, Demiromantic Dean Winchester.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: Dean didn't think that his life as a detective could get much worse after Castiel was promoted to lieutenant. Castiel was a stickler for the rules, had no sense of humour, and never seemed to give Dean a break, even though they used to be partners. But then, despite all of their questionable history, the two are asked to go undercover on a case in the wealthy suburbs of California. . . as a married couple.

Notes: I am screaming, that was so f*cking cute! And the artwork was gorgeous, too. Also, now I ship Jody and Donna. Cas gave off such Holt vibes in this, I was convinced I accidentally started reading a Brooklyn Nine-Nine fic (do those exist?)

the cost of a thing by quiettewandering on AO3. (74,198 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fake Marriage, Human Castiel, Protective Dean Winchester, Touch-Starved Castiel, Mutual Pining, Jealous Dean Winchester, Slow Burn, Depressed Castiel, Fake/ Pretend Relationship, Sharing a Bed.

My Rating: 5 stars.

Description: 16 months ago, Cas became human. 12 months ago, Cas left the bunker and a broken-hearted Dean behind. Now they must work a case together, where married couples are dying mysterious deaths and the only way to earn the neighbors' trust is by pretending to be married. Slowly, Dean finds that he loves being in a relationship with Cas, fake or not, and Cas finds his loneliness retreating, despite the harsh reality looming right around the corner. As Dean and Cas navigate this fake, but all too real, relationship, can they find the monster that is on a mysteriously motivated killing spree before it’s too late?

Notes: So cute! My favourite trope! And, as an added bonus, the sharing of a bed. 

flowers in the backyard by justkeeponwriting on AO3. (34,710 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Homeless Castiel, Domestic Fluff, Sharing a Bed, Minor Character Death, References to Depression, Angst with a Happy Ending, Smut.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: After Uncle Bobby’s death, Dean goes to check up on the cabin that he’s inherited. Dean hasn’t been at the cabin for years, but he knows Bobby hasn’t renovated it in ages, so he isn’t very thrilled to be saddled with it. Upon arrival, he notices that unlike he expected, it’s not unoccupied, nor falling apart – instead, a stranger called Castiel has made it into his home.

Notes: This was such a relaxing and gentle read, I nearly fell asleep after I finished it! Cas & Dean’s tentative relationship was written absolutely beautifully, too.

What Happened In Vegas by Ltleflrt on AO3. (18,447 words).

Tags: Sam/Eileen, Alternate Universe - No Supernatural, Teacher Dean, Photographer Castiel, Las Vegas Wedding, Secret Relationship, Sharing a Bed, Switch Dean, Switch Castiel, Fluff.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: Long time friends Dean and Castiel are road tripping from Chicago to San Diego for Sam and Eileen’s wedding, and a pitstop in Las Vegas turns into drunken love confessions and a surprise marriage. Turns out the pining has been mutual this whole time, but now they’re finally together and on cloud-fucking-nine. Until they remember that this trip isn’t supposed to be about them. To avoid undermining Sam and Eileen’s important weekend, they decide to keep their new relationship status a secret. They’ll keep the heart eyes toned down and their hands to themselves, but the struggle is real.

Notes: Oh my lord, this was absolutely hilarious (especially that last piece of art - I totally lost it) and adorable. I can totally imagine Dean and Cas getting a cheesy Vegas wedding, and we can all dig Elvis (sorry).

Stories Are Made of Mistakes by wildhoneypie on AO3. (4,942 words).

Tags: Human Castiel, Diners, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bisexual Dean, Sharing a Bed, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Case Fic, Domestic, Didn’t Know They Were Dating.

My Rating: 4 stars.

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

Notes: This was so cute and I live for human Cas. I also love the recurring ‘no fucking quipping’ joke in this, although the idea of Cas swearing broke me a bit!

Sharing the Rain Dog by almaasi on AO3. (19,837 words).

Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternative Universe - Historical (1999), Fluff, Romance, No Angst, Accidental Dating, First Dates, Rain, Dogs, Pets, FBI Agent Castiel, Musician Dean, Singer Dean, Flustered Dean, Domestic Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Moving In Together, Living Together, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling, Smut.

My Rating: 4 stars.

Description: When some asshole hits a dog with his car and drives off, the first two people on the scene are Dean and Castiel. Castiel's an FBI agent with a plane to catch, and he doesn't have time to take the dog to the vet. Dean's a musician, and he doesn't have the money. An agreement is reached: Dean goes, Castiel pays, and they'll exchange details and meet again to work things out. But who gets the dog? Sooner or later they're going to realise that having shared custody of one pitbull isn't ideal. She needs one home, not two. One stable, loving home...

Notes: Rain Dog was so cute, and so was flustered Dean! The hitting a dog joke is starting to get out of hand, though.

This Game We Play by destieldrabblesdaily on AO3. (1,195 words).

Tags: High School AU, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Bed Sharing.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Dean and Castiel have been best friends since they were little, and sleepovers are a common event. They've always loved playing the game where they draw out letters on each others backs and try to guess what the other is writing. Even though sixteen seems to be a bit too old to still play the game, Castiel uses it as a chance to silently confess something that he's been wanting to share with Dean for a long time.

Notes: This was adorable. I am 100% here for Cas and Dean being childhood friends.

Minty Fresh Kisses by almaasi on AO3. (7,905 words).

Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Motel Rooms, Teeth, Dean in Love, Human Castiel, First Kiss, Pancakes, Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Dean POV, One Shot.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: Dean teaches a newly-human Castiel how to brush his teeth properly. Things don't go according to plan – but for once, the unexpected development actually presents a more promising outcome.

Notes: This was so sweet, and Cas was so cute as a human! Also, I love fics where Sam is just done with the constant sexual tension, it always makes me laugh.

Wee Little Love Child by almaasi on AO3. (10,649 words).

Tags: Fluff, Romance, Kid Fic, Team Free Will, De-Aged Sam Winchester, Cursed Sam Winchester, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, Sam Winchester ships Dean/Cas, Matchmaker Rowena, Parent Castiel, Parent Dean, Affectionate Dean, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Sharing a Bed, First Time, Friends to Lovers, Domestic Fluff.

My Rating: 3 stars.

Description: After being magically de-aged, little Sammy is under the impression that Dean and Cas are his parents. He wants to know if they're in love, but they can't (or won't) give a consistent answer. The thing is, they have to grant Sam's greatest wish in order to reverse the curse, but they can only do that as a pair. What does Sam want most? For Dean and Cas to express their true feelings. Aloud. To each other.

Notes: Aw, I love Rowena, and I am 100% here for her cursing Sam just to get Dean and Cas to stop being idiots and actually get together.

I’ve said it before and I will say it again: the fans are in control now. We control the Supernatural content we are getting, so please create the ending you would want to see. And, if anyone wants to talk or rant or suggest a fic, I am always here.

[rebelminxy]

Blessed to Love You

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count:3523

Warnings: Romance and fluff and all you need for Valentine's Day!

A/N: Since season 15 isn’t over, and we still don’t know how it’s going to end, take this as an ending I wish for. That after everything, the brothers get their happy endings. I wrote this inspired by the song God Gave Me You by Blake Shelton so give it a listen (on repeat if you will) while reading this. Hope you enjoy it and please like, comment and/or repost.

Masterlist

You stood there in front of the mirror examining yourself one last time. You took in a deep breath, your nerves getting the best of you when you heard someone knocking at your door. You welcomed them in without turning, noticing your lipstick already disappearing from you constantly licking your lips. 

The tap on your shoulder made you turn to see Eileen standing there, a bright smile on her face. She wore a simple sweetheart chiffon floor-length dress in mauve and underneath, a pair of three-inch heels in the same color. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, the loose hair curled in waves with side-swept bangs. The only makeup she wore was mascara and a touch of pink on her lips. And for jewelry, she wore a pair of hanging pearl earrings Sam got her on their second anniversary and her wedding ring.

"Are you ready?" she asked as she signed her words. "Everyone is here and waiting outside."

"I think I'm ready," you said back, quickly signing your response. "But I'm nervous, what if something happens, or a sudden emergency…"

"Sam and I made sure everything would go perfect. We've had a year to plan this out and Garth made sure that no one here would have to leave for a hunt. Today is your day, and no one will change that."

"Yeah, tell that to all the incidents that happened every time Dean and I tried to have a happy moment," you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

Eileen grabbed your hands, stopping them as you raised them to your mouth to nibble at your nails. It was a habit you broke in the past year, wanting to have long, beautiful nails for today.

"Everything will go fine," Eileen promised, her smile never breaking, causing you to calm down a bit. 

"Sorry, I'm just scared. Now that we finally decided to take this step… I just don't want anything to go wrong."

"And it won't, or Sam and I will throw hell if it does."

You both giggled at her words, Eileen pulling you into a hug. As she let you go, she turned you, allowing you to look at yourself one last time. You heard her whisper 'beautiful' as she examined you.

You wore an off white tulle ball gown dress with a sweetheart cut bodice made of lace, decorative beading sewn into it in intricate designs. Your shoulders were covered with the same lace from your bodice, but they were sheer and short, just covering your shoulders. Your anti possession tattoo barely peaked out your bodice, not wanting to cover it with makeup in fear of ruining your dress. You wore open-toed, three-inch strap heels that Jody got for you since you were never one to wear heels. Took you about a month to get used to walking in them! You wore the small silver necklace that held a small diamond stud Dean had gotten you after your first year together, one you never took off unless on hunts. 

Your makeup was based on a soft glam look you found in a magazine once. A light brown shadowed your crease while a soft pink shimmer caressed your lids, with a sharp black cat line to finish the eye look before placing a pair of fake lashes that enhanced your real ones. After a bit of foundation, soft blush, and shiny highlighter, you painted your lips with a soft mauve color. Your hair hung down in heavy curls, a bit of the front pinned back with a small silver clip so only a few thin tendrils would fall along with the shape of your face. Lastly, you wore a silver thin crown with small flowers on the top of your head, one you found with Eileen in a thrift store, meant for her to wear on her wedding day. But instead, she saved it for you. 

Eileen reached behind you for the last missing piece, the tulle veil that reached the middle of your back. She pinned it to the back of your head, right over the back of the crown and made sure it was properly situated. She patted your shoulder once she was done, her smile growing wider.

“Now, I’m ready,” you said as you took in a deep breath as she handed you the bouquet of white roses that were on your dresser. 

Eileen guided you out of the room and down the hall to the garage where the bridal party was waiting. Patience and Alex were fussing with Claire’s dress while Jody and Cas were talking to Jack. Sam had entered the open garage when he noticed you standing there with his wife, a huge grin decorating his face.

“You look beautiful, (Y/N)!” he exclaimed as he made his way towards you.

At his words, everyone looked up and they all smiled as they watched as Sam pulled you into a hug.

“Thank you so much, Sam, is everything ready outside?”

“Yeah, everyone else is waiting, and someone sent me here to make sure you didn’t get cold feet,” he teased as he pulled Eileen beside him.

“Gosh, after all these years and to NOW get cold feet?” you chuckled. “I think it’s a bit too late to run.”

“I told him the same thing, but you know how Dean is,” Sam replied. “Alright, ready to get this over with?”

“Yes, please! I’ve been in this dress for an hour already and I am starving!” you huffed with laughter.

Sam laughed as he made his way back out to where everyone else waited. Jody helped Eileen to make sure everyone was in their right spot and they remembered exactly how the procession went. Cas went to stand next to you once everyone was in line. You wrapped your arm in his, gripping his forearm tightly as the music began. Jody went first, then Claire, Alex following right behind her. When it was Patience’s turn to walk, you gripped Cas tighter, breathing heavily.

“Are you ok, (Y/N)?” he asked softly as Jack made his way out. “Do you need another minute?”

“No, no, I’m fine. Just nervous. Big step today that honestly, I never thought would happen.”

Cas looked down at you in confusion.

“What I mean is, after everything we’ve been through, I never thought we would survive to see this day.”

“Your love is one to admire,” Cas stated as Eileen made her way out. “You and Dean have been together through it all. You were his saving grace after the Mark of Cain and ever since then, he has felt a peace he never thought he would have. I can’t even count on how many times he has told me that he owes you his life.”

“I owe him just the same, probably more,” you whispered as you both finally reached the exit of the garage.

“Just know that even in Heaven, your love for each other was and still is admired. You were both meant to be and nothing would have torn you apart.”

You wanted to cry at Cas’s words, but you held them back, thanking the angel softly for them.

“And thank you for allowing me to hand you over for your wedding. This honor has always been for the bride’s father, and I am grateful you chose me for this.”

“Thank you for accepting,” you whispered as the music changed to something slower and softer.

That was your cue that it was your turn. Cas whispered to you that he wouldn’t let you fall no matter what and guided you out the garage. You both walked along with the white cloth-covered path into the woods into a nearby clearing where the wedding was being held. Sam and Dean had taken the last few months to clear the trees out in an area near the bunker for today’s set up. Everyone was seated in chairs they had found in the bunker for Sam and Eileen’s wedding, the chairs decorated with white tulle bows on the back. Right above everyone hung fairy lights from the trees, and the trees themselves had smaller tulle bows tied to their trunks.

You gave everyone a weak smile, your nerves getting the best of you. But as you looked forward, your eyes landed onto Dean’s soft green eyes. They shined so much as he looked at you, that wickedly childish grin that won you over all those years ago plastered along his face. Your nerves vanished at the sight of him in his tux, so handsome dressed so. Seeing him made it feel like everyone else was gone, and it was only you walking up to him As you reached the end of the aisle, Cas took your hand and gave it to Dean, who took it gently and guided you to stand in front of him.

“You look, beautiful sweetheart,” he whispered.

‘You don’t look too shabby yourself, mister,” you whispered back with a wink, causing him to chuckle.

“Alrighty kids,” Jody whispered to them. “You ready to get the show on the road?”

You both nodded quickly, receiving a wink from her before she began to officiate your wedding. It was the same “We are gathered here today,” speech that was given at every wedding. When it finally came time for the vows, your nerves came right back.

“Today, the bride and the groom have decided to say their own vows for their wedding. Who would like to go first?” Jody asked.

“I will,” you squeaked up, turning quickly to grab the sheet of paper Eileen handed to you.

“Dean mother fucking Winchester,” you began, receiving a chuckle from everyone. “I can still remember that first night you tried flirting with me at that run-down bar, not knowing I was the hunter you were meeting up with. You were such a playboy that night, and stuttering fool the next day once we met up for that hunt. But, it wasn’t the one-liners or the silly pick up lines that won me over, it was your heart. I got to see the real Dean Winchester after that hunt. To see the big brother and father you are to Sam, to see the passion that big heart of yours truly holds for those in pain. I got to see the sweet side of you, the side that cares so much.”

You felt the tears start to breakthrough.

“I got to see you at your best and your worst, and not a day goes by that I thank whatever motivated me to go into that bar in the first place. I am so grateful to have you in my life because you showed me what it’s truly like to love, and you gave me a family in the process. I hope one day, we can start a family of our own. I love you Dean Winchester and I hope I can show you how much I do every single day for the rest of our lives.”

You looked up to see Dean wipe away the small tear that broke free, slipping along his cheek. He cleared his throat and looked over at Jody, receiving a nod. Sam handed him a paper over his shoulder, Dean taking it and began his vows.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), I just want to apologize right now for the fool I made myself the first night we met. But I sincerely hope I made up for it up until today. Sweetheart, I want to say thank you for saving me, for giving me the hope I needed to realize that happiness was real. You are my happiness and my home. You stood by my side through the best and through the worst, and today, I give you my all, my love, my being as only the start.”

The tears you held back began to fall at his words.

“You pulled me out of the darkness and showed me the light in life. You gave me another reason to live and I am grateful to have been blessed with a wonderful woman like you. You made my apple pie life dream a reality, and I love you, truly. I promise to be the man you deserve and more. To always make you happy and smile, to cherish you and your beautiful heart, and to protect you even though you have a mean right hook.”

Everyone laughed and agreed with Dean, causing you both to laugh along.

“I love you (Y/N), and I will always fight for us, to never give up on us. I love you and I will repeat those words every single day as many times I need to remind you that you are the one for me. You are my soulmate, my other half, my love, and no one will ever destroy us. I love you (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

You were careful not to ruin your makeup as you wiped the tears away that fell as he made his vows. His words meant so much to you, felt as they carved themselves into your heart. Once you were both settled and not crying, you grabbed each others hands and stood ready to continue.

“Now, I gotta ask this question, but doubt anyone will answer, so if there is anyone that objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace. And if you do speak, I will have my girls silence you in a heartbeat!”

The crowd burst into laughter as Patience, Claire and Alex stood forward with menacing faces, but no one spoke out. With one last glare, Jody continued.

“Now, we will exchange the rings. Dean, you first,” Jody said as Sam handed Dean the gold ring. He took your hand as Jody continued. “Repeat after me.” As Jody spoke, Dean repeated after her as he placed the ring on your finger.

“(Y/N), I love you. My heart is in this ring, my love is in this ring. I give you this ring as a symbol of my love. I promise to be your faithful husband, to love you when the sun shines and when the rain falls, in sickness and in health. When you look at this ring, think of me and remember that I love you always.”

Dean finally placed the ring fully on your hand, the gold band permanently placed there. Jody then turned to you for the same, Eileen handing you the gold ring for Dean. She had you repeat the same words as you slipped the ring on Dean's finger.

“Dean, I love you. My heart is in this ring, my love is in this ring. I give you this ring as a symbol of my love. I promise to be your faithful wife, to love you when the sun shines and when the rain falls, in sickness and in health. When you look at this ring, think of me and remember that I love you always.”

Once the ring was fully on his finger, Jody continued.

“Today, on sappy Valentine’s Day, we came to celebrate the union of these two and have witnessed their vows and promise to love and cherish each other for the rest of their days. Now, I present to everyone Mr. and Mrs. Dean Winchester! Dean, you may kiss your wife!”

The small crowd cheered as they watched Dean pull you into his arms and give you a deep and passionate kiss. You got lost in his lush lips, his tongue wrapping around yours once you opened your mouth to him. Your first kiss as a married couple, the first of many.

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You giggled as Dean lifted you into his arms, bridal style, before continuing the hike up the hill. Everyone else was already ahead of you both, your skirt causing you trouble to walk. But it was worth it! 

After the ceremony, everyone moved over to the tables nearby to have dinner. It was a simple meal, chicken with a few side items like green beans and mac and cheese, but everyone enjoyed it. After the meal, you and Dean had your first dance under strings of lightbulbs and fairy lights, wooden panels from a hardware store creating a dance floor in the middle of the table placement. Dean whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you swayed back and forth, his bow legs guiding you both before the next dance he had with Jody for the mother and son dance. You watched, holding back the tears, as Dean danced with Jody. You could tell how proud she was of him, the one to show the most excitement when you shared the news of your engagement with her. Once they were done, it was time for you to have your dance. But instead of Cas, Sam guided you onto the dancefloor. Since Sam was the obvious choice for Dean’s best man, you had asked Cas to walk you down the aisle. But for the dance, you asked Sam to be the one.

“Thank you for making my brother happy,” he whispered as you swayed together along with the music.

“He deserves to be happy,” you replied sweetly.

“You both deserve happiness and I am glad you found it in each other.”

For the rest of the dance, you both stayed silent, your smiles letting each other know that you loved each other and were now happy to officially be siblings, even though Sam had always considered you as one. 

And here you were, arms around Dean's neck as he carried you to the top of the hill, ready to do the final part of the celebration before you both rode off in Baby down to Florida for your honeymoon. Your crown and veil off and back down by the dining area, your hair was out of its clip, the curls falling loose. Once Dean reached the top, he placed you on the ground safely. You looked up at him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, already losing count how many you had given him so far since your wedding kiss. 

“Are you going to do a lantern?” he asked.

“Maybe in a bit, want to watch everyone else light one.”

Dean pulled you against him, his hands on your hips as you both stood back and watched everyone taking a paper lantern. You and Eileen had worked on them with the rest of the girls, making sure there were various sizes and shapes. They all shared the few lighters that were purchased for this, lighting the small wick. Slowly, one after another lantern began to fly high into the sky, decorating the now night sky with bright lights. You both watched in awe as each lantern flew up, everyone laughing and chattering about the sight before them. 

“This spot is forever changed now,” you whispered as you leaned against Dean, your head resting on his shoulder.

“It’s a great change, we will forever remember this place as the most romantic spot in the entire world,” Dean responded.

“I doubt it's the most romantic in the world,” you giggled back, turning to face him.

“It is to me because you are my world.”

“Ok, Mr. Not So Subtle! We are already being sappy by making our wedding day on Valentine’s Day. You put a ring on it, don’t need to keep kissing butt with the cheesy pick up lines.”

“I will always use my cheesy pickup lines because you love them!”

You giggled before pulling Dean down into a passionate kiss. You were both lost in your own world when you heard a grunt behind you. You let Dean go and turned to find Sam and Eileen there, holding a lantern.

“Ready to send off your lantern?” Eileen signed to you, holding the lantern that had your’s and Dean’s name written on it. “The girls are waiting to see you both send it up.”

“Yeah, we are,” you signed back with a smile. “Let’s send this off,” you told Dean as he took the lantern in Eileen’s hand.

You both walked forwards through the crowd, everyone congratulating you both and wishing the best for each other. Once you reached the front of the crowd, you took the lighter Eileen offered and fired up the wick in the lantern. You looked up at Dean as you both held the lantern and pushed it up, watching as it joined the rest of the lanterns up into the sky. 

As you watched the lantern fly up, you thought back on the years you and Dean shared, from the troubles of hunting to the fun and sappy moments you both enjoyed. Losing loved ones hurt, but you were there for each other, through thick and thin. And finally, you were blessed to marry the man you loved truly. Valentine’s day will forever be remembered as your wedding anniversary, and you wouldn’t want to change it, ever. 

“I love you, (Y/N),” Dean whispered, pulling your full attention to him.

“I love you too, Dean,” you whispered back, giving him a sweet and soft kiss.

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Homeward Bound - Part 1.

This is something I have been working on for a really long time. This is based partly off of personal experiences. This is an angsty ride with a lot of feels and self discovery. I really wanna thank @mrswhozeewhatsis for giving me the inspiration to finish this. I used the tag lists from the SPN Fanfic Pond and @mrswhozeewhatsis, if I have tagged you incorrectly please let me know and I will remove you from my list asap. Re-posted with edits, cause I was silly and rushed to post when I should have waited for feedback.

Beta’d by the amazingly talented @mrswhozeewhatsis, thank you so much. :D

Summary: After the reader is injured in a car accident, she struggles with her place in the world of hunting, monsters and the Winchesters.

Pairings: Dean Winchester X Reader.

Word count: 977

Warnings: Car accident, Wheelchair using reader, angst, anger, self doubt.

Anger bubbled inside you as you watched Sam prep for his morning run. He was oblivious to your heated gaze, happily whistling a unrecognisable tune. You couldn’t help the jealousy coursing through your veins. He was so happy, he didn’t even realise how lucky he was. You never thought you would say a Winchester was lucky, but right now staring at him as he walked around the kitchen preparing his disgusting, green juice smoothie, he looked like the luckiest man in the world.

You hadn’t always been like this, seething with jealousy. You were once happy and joyful, . You were once able to walk, run and hunt without pain. That had been taken from you now. Now every waking moment was agony. It had taken you a while to acknowledge that this was your life now. Sometimes it felt like that knowledge was more painful than your injuries themselves.

It had all happened 7 months ago. You were on a hunt with Dean, having left Sam behind to ‘research’ with Eileen at the Bunker. Dean had found a simple salt and burn for you to do together just a few hours from the Bunker. The two of you got through the case quickly and easily, nothing out of the ordinary.

You and Dean made your way back to the Impala, snacking on fries as you walked. You were too busy having fun; you didn’t notice the car racing towards you. Jogging a couple of steps in front of Dean, you turned slightly to look at him. “Come on, slowpoke!” you giggled. “Last one to the Impala is--”

SCREECH

THUD

SCREAM

Darkness…

Castiel didn’t save you this time, he didn’t answer Dean’s prayers. You were lucky enough to have some miracle doctors that brought you back from the brink of death. Dean never left your side for the three days it took for you to wake up. He didn’t leave when you fought him and the doctors, demanding to leave the hospital. He stayed as you sobbed in pain, refusing medication, determined to prove yourself strong and healthy. When it finally became clear to you that you weren’t okay, Dean nearly broke down with relief. All he wanted was to help you, and now you finally allowed the doctors to help.

It was six weeks before you were allowed to leave. The doctors had tried everything they could to heal the damage left by that raging ball of steel but they warned you that you would never be the same. You had prayed to Castiel every night that you were in the hospital, all to no avail, tears of frustration rolling down your cheeks as you cried yourself to sleep. As Dean wheeled you out of the hospital, you stared at the floor, ashamed and vulnerable. It was like you could feel the eyes of everyone around you, staring into your soul, shining a light on every new insecurity.

How could you stay with Sam and Dean now? Why would they want a broken hunter? An invalid who could no longer protect herself, nevermind anyone else. They would soon leave you, alone and terrified, you were sure of it.

That was so long ago, now. You should have known then that the brothers would never leave you, but you wished that they had. They were a constant reminder of how things used to be, how they would never be again. You had regained some mobility, you could walk short distances with help but it wasn’t enough, not for you. You needed more. You knew that it would only be a matter of time before the monsters of the world found out about your weakness and then it would be over. Even the Winchesters wouldn’t be able to save you and you needed to be ready for that. Everyday, you would push against the pain, forcing yourself to walk further, practise harder.

Dean watched you sometimes, concern twisting his features. You had fought against him so often these past few months, but he wanted you to rest, stay in that damned chair and research. Safe, protected within the warded walls of the Bunker. You wouldn’t. You couldn’t. You were teaching yourself how to use your chair and your walking aids as weapons. You would still hunt; hunting was all you knew.

Dean walked into the kitchen, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Y/N, you wanna come with me to town later?” Dean smiled sweetly at you.

“Yeah, sounds good.” You spun your chair around to face him. “Lemme just grab my sticks.”

Quickly stepping into your path, he shook his head. “No need, we can take the chair.” You stared at him in disbelief. “No point tiring yourself just for a trip into town.”

“I want to walk, if I wanted to take the chair then I would had said so.” You seethed, barely containing your growing rage.

“I just think it would be best--” Dean started.

“Well it’s a good thing I don’t need you to think for me isn’t it?” You cut him off sharply, rolling your chair deftly around him, making your way to your room.

Dean let out a sigh as he watched you leave, rubbing his neck nervously. “I really put my foot in it this time, didn’t I Sammy?”

“I’m not going to get involved in this one, Dean.” Sam held his hands up in surrender. “Just let her breathe a little okay, we have no idea how this is for her.”

“I just wish I could help her.” Dean leaned his head against the wall. Sam couldn’t say anything, both of them wished there were a quick fix for this but they knew that this was out of their hands.

Despite the Bunker being one of the safest places in the world, all three of its inhabitants were scared and hurting.

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Be My Soulmate?

Tristan’s 200 Follower Challenge

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Other pairings: Destiel and Saileen

Warning: fluff and angst respectively 

Word count: 3757

Prompt: “He’d burn the whole world down till he could dig you out of the ashes.”

A/N: Sort of a Soulmate AU. The other pairings are in the story, just not in the focal part really. @super-not-naturall I hope you like it!

Soulmates. It was one thing that many people believed in, and that many didn’t (at least until they found their one and only). To go your whole life with the words they’d say when you first meet on your wrist was something to be excited about. Always wondering when you were going to meet them. But not everyone seemed so excited. (Y/N) was one of those that believed in love, but to have someone destined to be her “soulmate” seemed a little far-fetched to her. Despite her “brothers” (Sam and Dean basically took her in and she became their little sister) having already found their soulmates, who happened to be their best friends.

Dean and Castiel have known each other for a long time and it was only when Dean came back from hell that his soulmate was the one who saved him. Their wrists read “Who are you?” and “Castiel”. It took some time for Dean to come to terms with the fact that he was bisexual, but Castiel stood by him through everything. And they’ve been together ever since. It took Sam a few years to find his soulmate, but when he did, he was glad to understand what his wrist meant. It read “You can’t call me though.” It was a banshee case at an old folks home where he met Eileen, who was deaf. Her wrist read “Feel free to drop a line if you ever need anything…”. They had an interesting meeting seeing as they didn’t know it was each other until Sam and Dean were leaving. But they couldn’t be happier.

(Y/N) was happy for them all, really, but she felt lonely. She knew that sometimes it took people a while to find their soulmates, but as time went on, she found herself not really believing that her mate would show up. If only she knew that they had met before and that he had sacrificed himself to save them. To save her.

Gabriel was never really dead. Well, at one point he was, but Dad-Chuck-pieced him back together and gave him his position as Messenger again. But right now, he was sulking around The Garden watching through a portal of some sorts as (Y/N) walked around the Bunker, just cleaning it here and there. Mary was on a hunt with another hunter and wouldn’t be back for a week. Dean and Castiel were out on a supply run and Sam and Eileen were at a movie. She was asked by both of them if she wanted to come with them but she declined. Saying she wanted to stay home. He smiled sadly when he saw her looking at her left wrist. “Will you be my Baby?” was what hers read. His read “Only if you’ll be my Johnny”; Dean’s weird love for all things Swayze, like “Dirty Dancing”, rubbed off on her apparently. This is where Chuck found Gabriel.

“You know, you could just go down and see her. I’m sure she’d be happy to see you.”

“Shit! Dad, don’t sneak up on me!” Gabriel jumped when his father appeared behind him, chuckling at His son’s reaction.

“I’m sorry, Son. I didn’t mean to startle you. But seriously, you should go see her.”

“Dad, I can’t. She believes I’m dead. And it’s been years. I don’t think she’d be too excited to see me. I know Sam and Dean wouldn’t be,” he sighed, looking away from his father back to the swirling portal in front of him. (Y/N) was reading a book in the library, curled up on the couch with a cup of mint tea beside her.

Chuck sat beside Gabriel, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Gabriel, you won’t know unless you try. Go to her and tell her what happened. Give her time to get over the shock of you being back before you mention that you’re here soulmate. It’ll be easier.”

Golden eyes turned to meet icy blue, full of confusion. “How do you know that’ll work?”

With a smirk, “Because I’ve seen how this will turn out.” And that was all he got before Chuck snapped his fingers and Gabriel found himself in the middle of the Bunker’s library, (Y/N) staring back at him in shock.

“Uh…hey kiddo…” he muttered, scratching at the back of his neck.

“G-Gabriel?!” (Y/N) stumbled as she stood up, reaching out to hug him, but stopping short. He could see the pain in her eyes as she struggled with herself.

“I’m back…Dad thought it would be good for me to return,” Gabriel broke the silence, taking the chance and stepping closer, but stopped in his tracks when she held a hand up.

“How long have you been alive? How long have you been hiding? Why show up now?” (Y/N) fired off one question after another, too upset to notice the tears falling down her face.

“I’ve been resurrected for maybe a year now. After everything you Winchesters did to help Dad and Aunt Amara, he brought me back. I wasn’t really hiding; I was up in Heaven. Back being Dad’s Messenger again. I would have showed up earlier if I thought you would have wanted me around. I guess this is Dad’s way of saying you guys might need me,” Gabriel finished with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. There was a moment of silence, neither saying anything, just taking it all in. “I’m sorry. This was a stupid idea. I shouldn’t have come,” his hand raised as if to snap away. But he stopped when (Y/N)’s hand rested on his.

“Don’t go. I have missed you. It’s..it’s just so much at once. Please don’t go,” she softly begged, intertwining their hands together.

“Then I’m not going anywhere,” he smiled bringing her into a hug. They spent the rest of the day watching movies and catching up, curled around each other on the couch. That’s where Sam and Dean found them when the four of them got home. Castiel was ecstatic to see his brother and Sam was grinning at the sight of the two of them cuddled up on the couch. He knew that (Y/N) harbored a crush on the Archangel, but didn’t act on it for she didn’t think he was her soulmate. Sam thought otherwise, but never said anything. Eileen was confused as to who this new guy was, but after some story telling, she figured out he was a good guy and not someone to worry about. Only when he started pranking them. Dean however, wasn’t as excited as the rest of them to see Gabriel back.

“Why now? Why not months ago when we could have used your help?” he sneered, glaring at the Archangel.

“Dean…” Sam sighed, shaking his head.

“No, it’s alright Sam. He has every right to be angry with me. I’ll tell you everything, alright?” And he did, retelling the story he told (Y/N), all while signing so Eileen didn’t have to rely on just reading his lips. (She was extremely grateful for that- apparently angels know every language, including signed language and braille.)

Dean still wasn’t too happy, but accepted his explanation. It would take some time before he fully trusted Gabriel, but for now, he was grateful he was back. (Y/N) was a wreck when he died and no one could really figure it out. They were friends so they chalked it up to her being upset over loosing a friend. But the pain she felt was like someone tore her heart out of her chest. Others have described that feeling when their soulmates died, but she hadn’t known that at the time. Castiel was the only one who knew, but he never said a word. He wished he had, but it would have destroyed her at the time. He could only hope that Gabriel would “man up” and tell her soon before someone intervened and did it for him.

It had been a few months after Gabriel suddenly showing up and things were running like they usually did. A hunt here, a case there, and a break somewhere in between. Mary was in the kitchen preparing some breakfast one morning with (Y/N)’s help when suddenly there was another presence in the room.

“Sorry ladies. Hope you don’t mind the intrusion.”

They both turned around at the voice, (Y/N)’s face lighting up when she saw who it was. Mary was a little confused as to who this was.

“Chuck! I’m glad you’re here!” she cried, running over to hug her friend (friends with God; how many people can say that?).

“Hello (Y/N). Hello Mary,” he smiled in greeting.

“Wait…Chuck…y-you’re G-God…?” Mary stammered, a little shocked to say the least. Chuck only smiled in compassion and sat down with her as he told his story. By that time, the rest of the Bunker’s inhabitants meandered into the kitchen.

“Good morning,” Sam yawned as he walked in, heading for the coffee pot before he realized who was there, “oh…uh hi Chuck.”

“Hello Sam,” he chuckled as a small blush worked its way onto Sam’s face when Eileen walked in wearing one of his plaid shirts like a dress. Soon Dean, Castiel, and Gabriel joined the family and they all sat down for breakfast before heading out later on a hunt. What no one knew (well Chuck did) is that this hunt would test (Y/N) and Gabriel’s “relationship”.

It was supposed to be a simple werewolf hunt. Get in, kill the monster, get out. What none of them knew was that it was a pack, not just two like they thought. Mary and Eileen had stayed behind with Gabriel (it would be too crowded with seven hunters going undercover) but Gabriel would wish he was there instead of being prayed to later.

*Meanwhile*

“(Y/N) duck!” Dean shouted as he knocked one werewolf off before another went at him. (Y/N) turned around just in time to be tossed into a bookcase, destroying it in the process.

“There’s too many!” Sam cried out, fighting three at once while Castiel was trying to help him and Dean at the same time. This pack had to be at least fifteen strong which should be easy to deal with, but with it being a full-moon, they were stronger than usual. None of them noticed one stalking towards (Y/N) as she tried to get up from the rubble surrounding her.

“Well, well, well. No one here to save you. You’re as good as dead,” the werewolf snickered as her claws dug into (Y/N)’s shoulder as she broke her leg like it was nothing. (Y/N)’s wail of agony caught everyone’s attention (mostly the wolves) and Sam, Dean, and Castiel fought tooth and nail to kill them.

(Y/N) thought she was going to die, so she sent a quick prayer to Gabriel for help. “Gabriel! Please help me! I don’t want to die!” She closed her eyes, waiting for Death to come for her, but nothing happened. All she heard was the sound of wings and the werewolf’s body dropping to the floor. Peeling her eyes open slowly, the first thing she saw was the body of the werewolf, missing it’s head with an angel blade in its heart. Looking up, (E/C) eyes met golden whiskey eyes, full of concern and anger (not at her, at the monster that attacked her).

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” he questioned as he knelt in front of her, assessing the damage.

“ ‘I am now.’ Yeah, aside from a broken leg and a torn shoulder, I’m fine,” she joked, wincing in pain as he poked her leg.

“Fine?! This isn’t fine! You’re lucky that werewolf didn’t hit an artery. Now hold still,” he ordered as he placed a hand on her shoulder and leg, a golden light emanating from his hands, enveloping her in a soothing warmth. She could see Cas fixing Sam and Dean up, but her attention was mostly on the Archangel in front of her. He pulled his hands away from her, wounds all healed up. Gabriel sat back on his haunches, making sure she was alright.

Neither said a word for a moment, their brothers looking on, uncertain on what to do next.

“I’m sorry,” they blurted out at the same time. And then started laughing. He helped her off the floor and together, the five of them took care of the nest and made their way to the Impala. Before Dean could start her up, with a snap of his fingers, Gabriel transported them and the car back to the Bunker. Dean got out and started fussing with his car, looking for any damage during the “flight” home, Cas pulling him away before he could do anything to Gabriel if he messed up his car. Eileen had met them at the door, pulling Sam into a hug before leading him to their room. (Y/N) had gotten out of the car, but before she could do anything, Gabriel was there, taking her hand and leading her inside.

Chuckling, she let him, but not without stating, “You know, I can walk now. Thanks to you.”

He gave a sigh, a small smile on his face as he looked over at her, “I know. But just let me help, please? I almost lost you. I can’t loose you…”

(Y/N) stared at him in shock. She never saw this side of him before. She let him lead her to her room, where he left her to get changed. Later, she found her way into the kitchen where Mary and Chuck were making some dinner for everyone.

“Hey. Need some help?” The two “parents” turned around and grinned.

“Of course. Why don’t you help me put together this salad?” Mary offered. Washing her hands, she joined her “mother” as they put together a nice salad for everyone.

“You know Dean isn’t going to want the salad,” she snickered, imagining her brothers face at the sight of the salad on the table.

“True. But he’s going to eat it. I don’t care what else he has tonight, but he is eating this,” Mary stated, her “mom voice” leaking through. The three of them worked on dinner in comfortable silence, making conversation here and there. While waiting for the pasta water to boil, (Y/N) pulled Chuck away for a moment.

“Can I ask you something, Chuck?” she looked around for any listeners before diverting her attention back to the deity in front of her.

“Of course. Is this about Gabriel?” He took the chance, already knowing what she wanted to talk about.

“Yes. Wait how…right, God, never mind. Yeah, it’s about him. He’s been acting differently around me lately. Did I do something wrong?”

He took her hand and lead her over to the table, sitting down beside her. With a wave of his hand, there were two steaming mugs of Earl Grey tea with honey in front of them. She’d never tell him, but he reminded her of her late father (Chuck knew, but he wouldn’t say anything).

“You didn’t do anything wrong, darling. Gabriel is just overprotective over those he loves. He’d do anything to protect his family.”

“But why did he seem so scared today? He’s seen me hurt like that before. He told me he didn’t want to loose me. I’m confused,” (Y/N) wondered, taking a sip of her tea.

Chuck gave her a knowing look and smiled, “He’d do anything for you, (Y/N). He cares about you. Gabriel…well lets just say that he’d burn the whole world down till he could dig you out of the ashes.”

(Y/N) felt her eyes widen in shock. Seriously? He cares for her that much? But as she thought about it, it made sense. Over the time that Gabriel has been here, he’s been rather protective and caring to her, to all of them really. But he always honed in on (Y/N) most of all.

Chuck watched as she took in what he said before going to put the pasta in the water. Mary looked back and forth between them, already knowing what this was about. She could see the way Gabriel looked at her. The love and adoration in his eyes. If this turned out the way she was hoping, then she’d have to have some words with a certain Archangel. (Y/N) was her daughter in everything but blood. If Gabriel hurts her, he’ll have to deal with Mama Winchester before he dealt with her brothers. But she didn’t see that happening.

“Chuck?” came a small voice from the table.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” he questioned, turning around.

“D-Does that mean…he’s my…” her words died in her throat. She couldn’t say it for she feared it jinx everything.

With a knowing grin, he motioned with his head towards the “living room” and simply stated, “Why don’t you go ask him yourself?”

With a nod, (Y/N) got up and made her way to the living room where everyone else was hanging about (they got kicked out of the kitchen earlier). She observed her family, seeing Dean and Castiel taking up the love seat, Cas curled up against Dean’s side, his arm wrapped around his shoulder. Sam and Eileen were sharing the recliner, Eileen curled up in Sam’s lap as they worked on teaching Sam some more sign language. That left Gabriel by himself on the couch, watching some random show on the T.V., not really watching it.

“Mind if I sit with you?”

He looked up, giving a megawatt grin and patted the spot next to him. (Y/N) took a seat, sitting sideways to talk to Gabriel. He turned in his seat, too. Now that she was next to him, everything she wanted to say, she couldn’t form the words. Averting her eyes to her lap, she fiddled with her hands until Gabriel’s covered hers with his, causing her to look up.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you alright?” he asked her softly, not wanting to draw attention from the others.

(Y/N) battled with an answer before Gabriel’s voice broke through her thoughts. “And don’t tell me “you’re fine”. I can see it in your eyes. Somethings bothering you. What is it? What’s going on in that head of yours?“

Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage and managed to say, “Chuck…he told me that you’d burn the world down just to pull me from the ashes. What did he mean by that?” By the hitch in his (rather unnecessary) breath, she knew she touched on something. What is was? No idea.

“He…he told you that?” Gabriel muttered, looking at their entwined hands.

“Yeah he did. What does he mean?”

With a sigh, he ran his right hand through his hair. As that happened, (Y/N) caught sight of his wrist. The words “Only if you’ll be my Johnny” showing proudly. Sneaking a glance at hers, “Will you be my Baby?” made so much sense now. Gabriel started to speak, so she turned her attention back to him.

“Basically, that means that I’d do anything for you. I would do anything and everything I could to save you. Even if it meant destroying the world in the process.”

“Well, I hope it doesn’t come to that. I rather like this little planet,” she joked, getting a small chuckle in response. They just stared into each others eyes, getting lost in them.

“What’s your favorite movie?” he asked suddenly.

“Uh…Dirty Dancing. Why?” she questioned, tilting her head.

“You’ll see. Come with me,” he pulled her up off the couch and walked down the hall, away from prying eyes and ears (Everyone had an idea as to what was happening anyways). They entered an unused, empty room. It looked like a dance room. Shutting the door, Gabriel walked over to the music player in the corner. What came through was not what she expected. “Time of My Life” started to play and she couldn’t help but laugh. While she didn’t know the moves to the dance aside from the lift, the two of them still danced around the room, attempting the lift in the end (which worked by the way). As the song ended, another one came on, “Be My Baby”. They swayed in time to the music, just enjoying each other’s presence.

“So, what was the movie question about?” (Y/N) wondered as they stopped, arms wrapped around each other loosely, music still playing in the background.

“The reason I asked is…” Gabriel trailed off, suddenly nervous.

“Is?” she pushed.

“I wanted to know, Will you be my Baby?” he asked softly.

With a smile, (Y/N) closed the space between them and said, “Only if you’ll be my Johnny.”

Huffing a chuckle, golden eyes twinkling, “I thought you’d never ask.”

“Well, what are you going to do about that?” she challenged, a mischievous look in her eyes (and you wonder why they are soulmates?).

“I was thinking something along the lines of this,” and with that, he leaned in slowly, (Y/N) leaning up to compensate and met in the middle. The kiss was sweet and slow, Gabriel tasting like chocolate. It didn’t feel like the first kiss, it felt like the hundredth. It felt right. When the couple walked back to the living room holding hands, everyone knew at that moment that they finally told each other.

“Gabriel, you hurt our sister, you’ll have to deal with us,” Dean stated.

“You’ll have to wait your turn first, Dean. He’ll have to deal with me first if he hurts (Y/N),” Mary spoke up from the doorway, arms crossed but a smile on her face.

“You won’t have to worry about that. I’d rather stab myself with an angel blade before I’d even think of hurting her,” Gabriel reassured, squeezing her hand.

“Please don’t. The last time that happened, my heart felt like it was ripped from my chest. I don’t think I could take that again,” (Y/N) commented, looking into his eyes.

“Then you have nothing to worry about. ‘Cause that ain’t never gonna happen again, sweetheart,” he gave her his signature Gabriel smirk before leaning in for another kiss, smirk growing at the grossed out sounds from Sam and Dean. The little family of misfits sat down for dinner that night, everyone happy again. And all was as it should be. Soulmates are a tricky thing to understand until the day comes when you find the one that was made for you. That day may come sooner than you think or it may take some time. One way or another, your soulmate is out there, waiting for you to find them.

[hannah-deserved-better]

The Bramble and the Rose

              Chapter One

Author’s note: this story takes place sometime in season ten. It’s AU as I’ve brought Jo Harvelle, Eileen Leahy, Hannah, and Meg together.

Castiel drove in a hurry, eager to get back to the bunker for the evening. In the passenger seat of his pimp mobile, Hannah juggled a tray of soft drinks on her lap as she gazed out the window at the twinkling stars above.

Castiel stole glances at her on occasion, as if needing some assurance that she was still there. After all, after what everyone had been through lately, no one could blame him. But while trying effortlessly to save Dean from the mark or struggling to get his grace back had all taken a toll, Castiel couldn’t have imagined his luck in the last few months.

Dean still struggled with the mark, but for the most part, he was in control. And, Castiel had finally gotten his grace back. He was an angel again. But that wasn’t the most extraordinary thing to have happened in the last few months. Castiel was still having trouble wrapping his mind around how he, of all people, the angel who walked the fine line between heaven and earth, could have found love among his own kin.

But there was no denying it. He hadn’t been sure at first, but he knew now. He was in love with Hannah. And the best part of it was that she loved him too. Castiel was still not quite sure how it had happened; it seemed to have snuck up right under his nose. At first, he denied it. After all, emotions were distractions, and he couldn’t afford to be distracted. But, try as he did, he had utterly failed to keep them from seeping into his psyche somehow.

Love was still an emotion that Castiel didn’t understand. He’d experienced it in some degree, after all, he had grown to love the Winchesters as if they were his brothers. That had been a new thing, and he didn’t realize that he could feel love any more profound than that. After all, he’d give his life for Sam or Dean, and he knew they’d do the same for him. He gave up an entire army of angels just for Dean’s sake. And he’d do it again.

But this, what he felt for Hannah, it was different. How he thought about her when they were apart, the way he couldn’t wait to see her, the way she looked at him with those big blue eyes full of passion, the way she felt when he held her in his arms every night, these were entirely new feelings.

“The air is colder,” Hannah’s soft voice brought Castiel out of his thoughts, and he glanced at her. Her eyes twinkled in the darkness as she looked at him. “There is a change in the air.”

“Yes, it’s called autumn,” he pointed out. He smiled, finding her sense of wonder at this world enlightening. “In parts of the world, the sun’s light is not equal, so we enter periods of seasonal change.”

Hannah had not been on Earth for very long. Before the fall, she had never been on Earth. Castiel had always had a fascination for this world and for the humans who lived here, though he too had trouble navigating through the overwhelming aspects of it. He did his best to guide her and answer her questions, as she had many. Just as he had once did when he first came to Earth and met the Winchesters.

But love, this passion that had developed between them, he was as new to it as she was. But at least he wasn’t the only one in the bunker experiencing it. After Jo Harvelle and Eileen Leahy moved into the bunker, Sam and Dean both walked with a greater bounce in their steps. For the first time in a very long time, all three of them were happy, content.

Their overall lives hadn’t changed. After all, Castiel was still an angel and Sam, and Dean were still hunters, but now, they had someone to share their lives with. Jo and Eileen were both skilled hunters, and Hannah was a seasoned angel soldier.

Castiel pulled his car into the garage of the bunker and parked, then peered across the space to Hannah.

“Do you think the Winchesters will appreciate this gift of gluttony and grease?” Hannah asked, glancing at the bags of fast food they’d retrieved in town.

“Yes, providing we got Dean’s order correctly,” Castiel frowned with apprehension. Dean did not take kindly to not getting his wishes perfectly. “You did tell them about the pie, right?”

Hannah handed him the drinks and grabbed the bag, sifting through it to retrieve the piece of apple pie. “Yes. I had to reason with the man; he claimed he was out and I explained that it was imperative that we get the pie.”

“Good,” Castiel didn’t miss her reference to the meal as gluttony. Hannah had been reluctant to indulge in what she considered ‘human things.’ In general, she found eating and drinking disgusting, but on occasion, Castiel had gotten her to let down her guard a little, and she found she had a taste for certain foods. Specifically, chocolate.

After she had experienced the pleasures associated with eating, Hannah soon became curious about other human experiences. Jo and Eileen had even taken her on what they’d referred to as ‘girls night out’ a ritual which they have been sworn to secrecy. Slowly, but surely, Hannah was learning how to fit in with humanity, and although Castiel was a few years ahead of her in his knowledge of Earth, he too was always learning, and it made him love her even more as they faced every lesson together, the bond between them growing strong because of it. They were two angels on a mission to explore humanity.

The two of them walked together into the main room of the bunker where they found Sam sitting there, looking over his laptop. He glanced up at their approach. “Hey Cas, I’m just getting directions for our trip tomorrow. The apocalypse is upon us,” he announced. Castiel frowned, glancing at Hannah in apprehension.

“Trip?” Castiel asked it was the first he’d heard of any trip. But the apocalypse reference worried him greatly.

“But Lucifer is in his cage,” Hannah pointed out, concern in her voice. Sam chuckled at their confused and alarmed looks.

“No, no,” he corrected. “I mean Jo managed to convince Dean to go on vacation. Like a real vacation, all of us. No hunting, no mark, no Metatron, no nothing.”

Castiel let out a sigh of relief as he and Hannah placed the food on the table. “A vacation?” he asked as Sam began sifting through the bag, retrieving his salad.

“Yeah apparently some hunter friends of ours are going out of the country, and they want someone to watch over their house,” Sam explained. “It’s just outside of Miami, a secluded town in the Everglades.”

“Sam,” Castiel warned, “There are alligators in Florida.”

“Yeah, it’s okay” Sam replied. “Look these guys are extremely wealthy. This place they want us to look after for them is a mansion. Three stories, six rooms, balconies overlooking the ocean, maids, cooks, the real deal.”

Castiel glanced at Hannah. The way in which humans often surrounded themselves in extravagance was curious to both of them.

“So, be sure to pack a bag,” Sam instructed. “We leave for Florida early in the morning. Oh and we are taking two cars, I guess Crowley will be joining us.”

Castiel groaned at that. That put a dampener on things, but Sam had to shrug. “He says it’s payback for everything he’s done for Dean lately. And he said something about wanting to take a break from hell for a while.”

Castiel couldn’t deny that fact. If not for Crowley, he and Hannah would have been killed by Adina, and it’s likely that Dean would have remained a demon forever.

Castiel left Sam in the main hall, and he and Hannah retired to the room they shared. Castiel closed the door as Hannah sat down on the bed, in front of the television.

“Must we travel with abominations?” she asked as he joined her, sitting with her on the edge of the bed.

“It’s not my first choice either,” he said as he turned towards the television set. “Now, shall we watch the world of bees? I am curious to see if the queen is aware of the descent among her workers.”

Hannah glanced at the TV as they both watched their problem. Hours passed before the program ended and Castiel turned off the TV and turned his attention to Hannah. “Are you comfortable?” he asked. She nodded.

“I’m an angel, Castiel,” she reminded him, and he smiled, locking eyes with her. Sparks of passion in her eyes encouraged him to lean in, to press his lips to hers, closing his eyes, savoring the tender, sensual feeling that passed between them.

The kisses deepened, and she lowered herself down on the bed, compelling him to lean over her as he continued to kiss her. He stopped briefly if only to gaze down into her eyes, feeling the intensity between them.

“I believe we must remove our clothing for this,” she explained to him, a serious look in her eyes as if the thought must not have occurred to him. He smirked.

“Yes, I think I am starting to get the hang of that part,” he said. They had made love for the first time, not too long ago, and not long after that, Hannah had started sharing his bed on a regular basis. Not that either angel needed any sleep, but in the privacy, they were able to explore this new level of intimacy.

This was one human thing that Hannah hadn’t needed encouragement on. Whereas he often had to encourage her to try new human things like eating, this was something she was more than eager to indulge in because it was passionate and she was a passionate angel- something unique among angels, something he found particularly alluring about her.

So he kissed her, his hands moving to work with the fastenings on her blouse, helping her wiggle out of each article of clothing. He lost himself in the passionate kissings as he felt her hands working off his own clothes. He broke the kiss then if only to move back, to admire her.

“You’re beautiful,” he felt compelled to tell her that as he looked over her body, the soft features of her face, her luscious dark hair, the depth of her blue eyes. Of course, that wasn’t all Castiel saw of her. Her skin, her body, after all, was only a vessel, and he could see her true self through it. Her beautiful cream white wings with golden yellow tips glistened outstretched under his ebony black ones. She only smiled as she pulled him back down to kiss him, passionately, sensually.

And so they made love. The sweet, sensual ecstasy shared between them was electrifying to both of them. They kissed, they caressed, they relished in one another’s touch. Castiel poured everything of who he was, his heart and soul, into this one expression of love, seeking only to please her, to satisfy her every need.

When it was over, and she lay against him in bed, her body against his, the feeling of her soft skin on his, he held her, straining a little to look into her eyes. “Hannah,” he said softly, brushing a finger through her hair with one hand and rubbing her back gently with the other. “Are you happy here on Earth?”

She glanced at him, her eyes meeting his. “Yes,” she said sincerely. “I am happy. I didn’t know there was any happiness to be had outside of heaven. I didn’t think humans held any wisdom or warranted any attention but… there are certain things. Passions, desires, I never knew I needed such things until I came here.”

Castiel was glad. If he could convince one single angel that humans were not just simple things to be taken for granted, that they had potential, that Earth held treasures and pleasures that heaven lacked; then he served his purpose. He knew his love for humanity had cost him dearly in heaven; most other angels actively despised him. And it hurt, it hurt to think he was hated by his own people, cosmic brothers, and sisters that he had always believed in and admired. After all, though he would choose Dean and Sam over heaven, and had proven he’d do as much, he still wanted to be an angel, and he still needed their approval. He continued to walk the line between humans and angels, and it pained him that he couldn’t have both.

But, in Hannah, there was one angel that didn’t despise him. It had taken time, but she opened up and allowed him to show her that despite the chaos and the violence and the negativity that Earth often exhibited, there was good to be found here too and it was something worth protecting.

Hannah was still an angel’s angel. She had a strict code she lived by, and she still regarded humans with suspicion and apprehension. She still kept the Winchesters at arm's length, often questioning Dean, something that infuriated him. Castiel often found himself the reluctant referee whenever they disagreed, trying his best to appease them both. But to Castiel’s surprise and delight, Hannah had begun to form a bond with Jo and Eileen.

Castiel held her as tightly as he dared, kissing her on the top of her head as she lay her head against his chest, the two of them were content to spend the rest of the night locked in one another’s arms.