#cas one shots

[drulalovescas]

This genre of pics

[simkoos]

needed some fresh uni students for my current save and got a little carried away 🥴🤎

from left to right;

milan, latisha, asia, jerrod, demi, maegan, brooks, & shawna

[batllethinker]

Bathroom | L.Williamson

Pairing: Leah Williamson + afab reader

Summary: Spending your night in a dingy bar wasn't how you expected to spend your time, even if it was to celebrate your girlfriends latest victory. You couldn't find it in yourself to care when Leah always made it up to you.

Warnings: alcohol, semi-public sex, celebratory sex, fingering, oral, top!Leah, pwp, petnames (R) | 18+ mdni

You sighed as you watched your girlfriend chatting it up with the random patrons of the bar you two decided to inhibit as a small, private celebration (if you count out her teammates and all of her fans).

You leaned back against the bar, taking small sips of your drink as you watched Leah stand on the small stage in the front, her smile was infectious even when it was not directed at you. She went through all of the team cheers, which were repeated back to her by an overly enthusiastic crowd.

Then her eyes met yours and she lit up even more, a hand reaching out for you despite the distance seperating you two and you chuckled despite yourself, loving her cheesy moments more than everything.

It didn't take long before she exused herself from the stage and made her way over to you, a bright smile on her face, one that hasn't left her face the whole night.

"Are you having fun?" You mulled the question over for a moment, you knew that you would have more fun if she actually spent her time with you even if you enjoyed seeing her like this.

"I would have more fun if my girlfriend spent some time with me" You shot her a pointed look as her smile dropped and she sighed in expatriation, the blonde leaned closer to you, a teasing glint in her eyes as she eyed you for a quick second.

"Is my baby feeling needy? Is that it?" Your eyes widened just a fraction as a pout painted your lips, giving her the perfect puppy eyes in hopes of getting what you wanted.

Leah rolled her eyes, and you knew that you had won, especially as she grabbed your forearm and dragged you to the restroom, pushing you into one of the stalls as she followed closely behind.

You were pushed against the stall doors without another word as Leah dropped to her knees, not caring about how she probably was ruining her expensive pants.

A needy sigh left you as you met the other woman's dark eyes, the sight of her on her knees was one you could never get enough of.

Leah chuckled darkly as her hands ran up your thighs, reaching under your skirt to pull your panties down your legs before pushing your skirt up enough to fully see you.

"God baby, you're soaked" You whined in embarrassment, your hand coming to nestle in the blondes hair.

She smiled up at you as she ran a finger through your folds, a sense of satisfaction washing over her as she heard your breath falter, your hips already bucking against her.

Leah soon replaced that finger with her tongue, humming at the taste of you as she ran it through your folds before lapping at your clit, her hands moving to pin your hips against the door.

You whined and writhed in her grasp, trying desperately to chase the feeling of Leah against you to no avail.

She smirked against you as she moved a hand to instead push a finger into you, loving how you instantly clenched down against her before letting her pump into you.

It wasn't long before she pressed a second finger into you and started to earnestly fuck you, her pace hard and fast.

You could barely hold yourself upright as you bucked against her fingers, the feeling of her fucking you alongside her tongue lapping at your clit was enough to send you over the edge.

You came with a loud moan, hips bucking wildly against Leah as she fucked you through your orgasm, her movements easing up with a last kiss to your pussy.

You shifted slightly as she pulled out of you and got off of her knees to give you a bruising kiss, smiling against your lips when you could barely keep up.

"We should get back out" she pressed a soft kiss to the junction of your neck as you nodded, doing your best to get your bearings as you held tightly onto her hand.

[finalgirlsamwinchester]

guy who so desperately tries to find god. who wants to have faith in a higher authority to guide him out of the hole he's in. from the weight of guilt from simply existing, as the person he is. but every time he thinks he's answered his higher calling it turns out he's made the Morally Incorrect choice and his path to goodness and holiness was the road to the devil all along

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Monthly Pity Party (Supernatural One-Shot)

Team Free Will x AFAB!GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Your cramps are kicking your ass this month, though you do wish the boys would quit throwing pity parties for you.

Fic type: period comfort

SPN: @wereallbrokenangels (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"I think I might actually die, like, for real," you groaned, rubbing at your forehead irritably. "I mean- if we ever do find the bastard, I'd like to ask why he or she or they said 'fuck you in particular' to people with vaginas and uteri and all that bullshit."

"Yes, it's not something I was able to fully understand from his plans," Castiel replied, seeming to only be half listening. Your hand shot to your lower belly, breath sucking sharply between your teeth. "Though it does serve a purpose... if... that may provide some comfort to you."

"You know," you groaned, resisting the urge to curl yourself into a ball and pass away on the spot. "It really doesn't, Cas."

Sam stood from his favourite spot at the table, picked your socked feet off the end of the lounge and sat down again while pulling them into his lap. You gave the gentle giant a soft yet strained smile and he squeezed your left foot to show he was listening.

"Dean will be back soon," he said by way of comfort. You were also pretty sure it was a diversion to nip your conversation with Castiel in the bud before it got too heated or too existential. You had a habit of doing that during your time of the month.

Speaking of- the sound of the bunker door closing heralded the arrival of beers for the boys and treats for you. Special treats that you only really reserved for that horrendous week once a month where you weren't able to hunt half the things on your to-get list, or even sometimes able to stay awake for longer than three hours.

"All right," came Dean's voice from around the corner. "Party time. I've got the goods. Beer, pie, skittles, and... all the other crap you asked for." He placed the two bags of groceries and goodies onto the coffee table before gesturing for you to move so he could settle down on the couch with you.

You made space for him and then he patted his lap for you to lay back down again. You settled your head down in his lap as he used his arm to screw the lid of his beer off and chucked the metal disc onto the table.

"Oh Cas, I forgot to heat the thing up," Dean mumbled, giving you an apologetic squeeze on the shoulder before pointing to your homemade wheat bag. "Be a good Angel and do the thing?"

Castiel picked up the wheat bag and disappeared into the kitchen. Hopefully after his stint as a human, he'd know how to use the microwave to heat it up properly. Honestly though, if your skin was able to withstand it, you'd love the direct heat of the sun over your cramps.

Dean leaned forward, grabbed one more beer from the table and passed it to his brother who thanked him quietly. Then he passed you the bag of skittles and watched you rip the thing open and shove a handful into your mouth with a moan of relief that bordered on pornographic.

"I don't know how you eat those," Dean said sceptically. You chewed on the lollies a few more times before swallowing.

"They taste good," you replied as if that was a good enough answer to it all. "And shut up, I've seen some of the stuff you've shoved down your gullet."

"Shut up, Sam-" Dean quipped as Sam snorted out a laugh at your signature bantering. "But fair point."

You let out another hiss as your cramp amped it up once again. Your voice evened out into a rather pained and elongated word not fit for young ears and Dean's brows furrowed in concern.

"Dean, you get like this every month. It's just a few days of discomfort- and if Cas wasn't so wiped right now, he'd make it all go away for me. It's nothing I can't handle. Promise."

Dean took a moody sip of his beer and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, well, I don't have to like it, all right?"

You were saved from having to put too much thought into your response as Cas reappeared from the kitchen, wheat bag in hand. He handed it to you and you placed it over your abdomen. Instantly the heat began soaking through your skin to ease the ache beneath.

"I'm sorry I can't heal you in my current state," Castiel apologised before sitting down stiffly in the single-seater armchair. You sighed, chowing down on a couple more lollies.

"Look guys," you said, pulling your head and feet out of the Winchesters' laps and sitting up. You pressed the heat pack against your abdomen and leaned back against the couch. "I know you all mean well, but it's just a period. You don't have to pity me. I'll be all right after some Advil and some comfort food. A snuggle or two wouldn't hurt either. But I'm not going to have any more of these pitiful apologies and concerned looks."

The three of them looked at each other and then back at you again. Dean and Sam both took a swig and nodded respectfully.

"Sure thing," Sam replied with one of those blink-and-you-miss-it acknowledging smiles.

"Uh-huh," was Dean's answering reply. You knew what that meant. He'd humour you for a day or two and be right back at his usual schtick. But that was fine. You kinda liked it when he was just a little worried over you.

"Right then," you said decisively, giving Castiel a very pointed look. "I'm going to lay back down and we're all going to watch a movie. I am going to grumble about my cramps and we're all going to have a great time, yes? Good."

"Yes dear," Dean reached for the remote for the television. "Now- Cas, I know better than to ask our menstruating friend here what we're gonna watch so- your pick."

[arabriddler]

I just know they would’ve been asylum besties

[kaleldobrev]

The First Butterfly

Pairing: Castiel/Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Cas bond over your current interest in butterflies

Original Prompt: Requested by anonymous | Hey, I just found your blog and it's so pretty! I really like your writing^^ Could I please request something for Castiel x female reader, where maybe they're not on hunts and they're just taking a break, and maybe he sees her reading something like a book about butterflies or something like this and he starts talking about them and it's just fluff? Thank you in advance ^^

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Cursing (1x), Lots of fluff, Dean bothering you (but lovingly like a brother cause he's bored)

Authors Note: I haven’t written Cas in such a long time, but I missed writing him | I hope this is as fluffy as you were hoping my sweet anon friend! | If you want to request something, just send me a message! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

It’s been a little over a week since you and the boys have been on a hunt, and you could tell that Dean was starting to get a little stir crazy despite your best efforts to keep him entertained with various ideas of things he could do besides bother you.

“Are you sure there’s nothing? Not even a vengeful spirit?” Dean asked you, taking a seat across from you in the War Room, propping his feet up on the table.

You looked up from your book - a book that you’d been trying to read for the past week. You gave Dean a look, a slightly annoyed look. “If there was a case Dean, don’t you think I would have told you guys?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He agreed. You nodded, and then went back to trying to read your book, keeping your finger on the edge of the page. “It’s just, it’s never been this quiet.” He said after a few moments of silence between the two of you. You looked up at him with that same annoyed expression you had given him earlier.

“I call that a good thing.” You said, looking down at your book again. You turned the page, finally able to read something new.

“I just really need to kill something.” Dean said banging a fist onto the table, the action making you jump in your chair. “Shit.”

“Sorry.” You closed your book with a firm slap, quickly getting up from your chair. “Where ya goin’?” He asked, watching as you started walking away from him.

“To my room!” You stated, loudly. “And with my door shut!” You emphasized.

For about the last hour you had finally found some peace in your room; actually being able to read more than one page - something you hadn’t been able to do due to the distractions Dean had caused you. As much as you loved the man, you wished he had taken some of your advice and did things to keep himself occupied during this weird break you and the boys have had. Despite loving hunting, having a break was something that was a rarity; and it was times like these in which you cherished it.

Lying in bed there was a soft knock on your bedroom door. You let out an annoyed groan, expecting it to be Dean on the other side. “Go away Dean!” You stated, only briefly looking away from your book.

“It’s…me.” A small amount of relief had entered your body at that moment, happy to know that it wasn’t Dean on the other side of the door but in fact Cas. “May I…May I come in?”

“Yeah you can come in.” You said, closing the book in front of you. As much as you had wanted and tried to read the book in front of you for the past week, Cas was someone that you hadn’t seen or spoken to in about two weeks - so for you, this took precedence.

“What’s up?” You asked as Cas walked into your room, closing the door behind him.

“Nothing. It’s been quiet.” He stated, standing awkwardly next to your door.

“Nothing on angel radio uh?” You asked, sitting up now.

He shook his head. “No.” He said simply.

You patted an empty spot on your bed. “Come sit.”

He smiled at your gesture, sitting down on the edge, very much away from the spot that you had touched. As he sat down he eyed the book that you had been reading and picked it up, the smile on his face grew a tad. “I remember when He made the first butterfly. It was truly a sight to behold.” He said opening the book.

For the past week you had been trying to read a book about butterflies, a subject that you had found yourself quite interested in as of late; not really knowing why. “I bet it was.” You said, watching Cas turning the pages of the book. “I haven’t read much, but, I’m really enjoying the book. What makes it interesting, at least to me, is that it tells you a bunch of different things about the various butterfly species around the world. Their habits, characteristics, what makes each of them special in their own unique way.”

“Do you have a favorite?” He asked, looking up from the book to look at you. He had stopped at a page talking about common species of butterflies found in Kansas - a page that you had bookmarked.

“The Red Admiral.” You smiled. “It’s the most common butterfly species to be found in Kansas. And one of the most unique things about them is their diet. Did you know that they love fermented fruit?”

Cas smiled. “That is quite interesting. I didn’t know that.” He said, lying. Of course he knew that fact, but that wasn’t something he was going to disclose to you. For the first time since he had known you, this genuinely seemed like a subject that you were truly interested in, and he wasn’t about to seem like a know-it-all, or seem dismissive when it came to this particular interest of yours.

“Do you have a favorite?” You asked. You knew that Cas had lied to you, but you didn’t care in that moment that he did because you were happy that he was humoring you in your interest.

“The Protocoeliades kristenseni. But, I have to say, I’m a little bias.” He chuckled to himself.

“How so?” It was a species that you hadn’t heard of before, despite your reading.

“They’re the oldest species of butterfly.” He stated, you nodded understanding. Sometimes you had forgotten how old Cas really was; until moments like these had taken place.

“I can see why you’re bias.” Your tone joking.

“I can probably say the same for you when it comes to the Red Admiral.” His tone now joking too.

You shrugged. “What can I say? Kansas as grown on me.”

“It’s honestly so hard to believe that there is over twenty thousand butterfly species in the world.” You said, you and Cas were now lying in your bed now; yourself underneath the covers and him on top. Cas chuckled at your comment. “What?”

“It’s humorous to me that you find that unbelievable but yet you hunt monsters, things that people do not believe in.” When he had said it out loud, it did in fact sound funny.

“When you put it that way…” you trailed off. “Makes it funnier coming from you. An angel of all things.”

“So, if you were around when the first butterfly was created, what did God originally call them?” You asked. “Did you and the rest of the angels get a vote? Or was it one of those things where he wasn’t taking any suggestions?” You turned on your side now, propping up your head with your hand and elbow.

“We, we didn’t get a vote no.” Cas said, smiling, trying to hold back a small laugh. “It wasn’t…it wasn’t up to us. But, I think Joshua did have some say. He was the gardener after all.”

“So it was always butterflies?” You asked.

“Essentially yes.” He said. “Buterfleoge, but it’s just Old English for butterfly today.”

“So, if it ain’t broke don’t fix it uh?” You said, Cas looked at you confused. “Meaning, why change the name if it makes sense.” You explained. “Butterfly doesn’t make sense though. I mean, I hate to say this but, was God…high when he named them? I mean, no butterfly looks like a stick of butter. And I know for a damn fact that butter wasn’t around yet either when he created them…or named them.”

“Jesus.” You were amazed. “I didn’t think you would actually do it.” You said.

“It’s not that difficult.” He said, as he started playing with his fingers.

“You named every single species of butterfly like it was nothing. That’s…that’s pretty impressive.” And it was. There was over twenty thousand species and Cas was able to name them all in less than 15 minutes, a feat that you didn’t think he would be able to pull off.

“It’s just as impressive to me as when you name every single Queen song like it’s nothing.” He said.

“You can thank Dean for that weird talent I have.” You stated. “Being in the car with that man every day for years will do that to you. Because of him, I know every single band from the 70s and 80s along with all of their members past and present, along with the names of all of their songs. Including, all the lyrics to said songs. Helps when he listens to the same albums over and over and sings along.”

“What got you interested in butterflies? I’ve never seen you read about them before?” Cas asked, he was now underneath the covers with you now, his trench coat hung neatly on the coat rack in your room in the corner.

“I don’t know. I just…for some reason I found myself really into them lately.” You said honestly. You had found butterflies interesting when you were younger, but it wasn’t a subject that you hadn’t delved deep into until recently. “I guess, I guess I really never had the time to look into anything that had interested me because of hunting.”

“Because it’s something that you were born into.” He stared, and you nodded.

“Yeah. While other kids were playing Barbie’s, talking about unicorns and butterflies and I was learning how to hustle pool and how to load a gun.” You were born into a family of hunters, kind of similar to the way Sam and Dean had been.

“I’m sorry.” His apology sincere.

“It’s not your fault. And, I know it seems like I’m complaining about my childhood but, my parents really were good people. Did the best they could.” For a while, you were mad at your parents, mad that they had raised you the way that they did - never letting you get the chance to be a normal kid. But in their own strange way, they raised you that way so you would always be able to protect yourself no matter what.

You had fallen asleep, your head leaning on Cas’ shoulder. The two of you had been talking for hours, and between the actual time and the amount of talking the two of you had done it had started to wear you out. Cas knew that you had wanted to talk to him more, talk to him about everything that you had learned so far from your book, but for the life of you, you couldn’t keep your eyes open. And as you talked about the Monarch Butterfly, your eyes had started to grow heavy. You had tried to fight it, and Cas saw that. As much as he had wanted to try and keep you up, he knew that you needed the sleep. The life of a hunter was tough, and not getting a lot of sleep was a part of the job. That is why he let you drift off into dream land so you could get that sleep that you needed.

He decided to stay there in bed with you. He wanted to enjoy the peacefulness of watching you sleep, something that he had always found fascinating to watch when it came to humans. He had only hoped that you were dreaming of butterflies. With a kiss on the top of your head, he shut his eyes too; not to sleep of course, but to just let them rest as he waited for you to wake up.

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[supernaturalfreewill]

"Y/N," Cas greeted you in the kitchen, smiling warmly. "Good morning." He'd been waiting to see you, lurking around the bunker specifically until you were awake.

You succeeded in only managing a sort of grunt in return and rubbing your eyes. Dean let out an amused scoff and Sam came in behind you smirking. You went straight for the coffee pot.

"Wow. You're definitely not a morning person," Dean teased you, watching as you attempted to retrieve a mug from a high shelf the boys kept stashing them on, mainly because they thought it was funny you couldn't reach.

Cas immediately went to help you, his fingertips accidentally brushing the back of your hand as you stretched toward the mug. You turned and glared at Sam and Dean. "No. I'm not a morning person. I'm a leave-me-alone-until-I've-had-my-coffee person," you said with annoyance. "And stop putting the damn mugs up so high or I swear to God—"

Cas hastily filled your mug for you from the coffee pot and held it out, offering you a sympathetic smile. "Oh, bless you, Cas," you murmured, holding it up to your face and breathing in the rich smell. "Thank you," you sighed.

He ducked your eyes a little shyly, feeling a burst of heat in his vessel that only seemed to happen in response to you. It was a curious sensation and he rubbed a hand over it vaguely, puzzled at the unusual feeling. You wandered over and sank down beside Dean at the counter. "So, why am I awake? You guys found a case we need to leave for or what?"

Dean shook his head. "No. I didn't say shit about a case...."

Sam shrugged, "I never said we had a case," Sam replied to the look you shot him next.

Your eyes narrowed dangerously. "Then why the hell did you wake me up, Sam?"

Sam laughed sheepishly and glanced toward the angel. "No reason... Just thought it was time for you to be up."

Your eyes drifted over to Cas and your mood softened somewhat as you seemed to guess what was really going on... Cas had been waiting to see you and Sam had woken you up to help things along. Your cheeks suddenly flushed with heat and you stared back down into your coffee. Okay, so maybe being awake this early wasn't so bad...

[hunterevie]

Story - Midnight Swim

Pairing - Castiel/Dean Winchester

Summary - Dean wants to go for a midnight swim and manages to persuade Cas to go along with it. Much to his confusion. In the end though, he enjoys the experience as much as his husband.

Word count - 1,345

Rating - Teen

“Dean, why are we doing this again?” Cas asked for the millionth time, making him want to strangle his husband. They had discussed it before he packed up baby, how Dean had heard about this new fad where you go swimming late at night. The coolness of the water and air was supposed to reinvigorate muscles, calm thoughts, aid sleep and improve brain power. Or that’s what people claimed, Dean didn’t really know the truth of it, he just fancied taking Cas for a nice swim and this seemed like a good excuse to do it.

“I’ve told you Cas. Moonlit swims are supposed to have fantastic health benefits. You know how stressed I’ve been lately, I thought it might be nice to try.” Quickly he stole a glance at his husband, who stared at him like he had lost his mind. Dean got it, it wasn’t like he was known for enjoying a swim. Especially after he had to jump in that lake and save that kid Lucas. But he wanted to try something new with Cas.

On arriving at the lake, Dean parked up baby close by. Briefly peering out at the still water, beautifully illuminated with the large moon in the sky. A full moon, he only hoped there were no werewolves around, that was the last thing they needed when he just wanted a nice relaxing swim with his husband.

“I’m going to get in the water. You can bring the towels and everything as I packed the car.” With that he opened the door and slid out, not giving Cas the time to ask the question that was on his lips. It didn’t take him long to strip down to his boxers, depositing the clothing on the top of baby shivering in the chill of the wind whipping around him. He considered just going all out, running over to the water and dive bombing into the lake, but caught himself. Maybe that was acceptable behaviour when he was in his 20s, but not nearly 45.

Instead, he ambled over to the jetty. Staring down into the dark void, wondering if this was a good idea now. But after his insistence that they were doing this, he couldn’t really back out. Cas would just be spending the rest of their eternity together saying that he ‘told him it was a bad idea.’ Hoping it would give him the courage to get in the water, Dean sat on the jetty. A hiss being released from his lips at just how cold the water was. Maybe Cas was right when they first got in the car, maybe this was a big mistake and he shouldn’t go any further. But damn, he really wanted to prove to his angel that a midnight swim would be amazing.

So, he persisted.

‘Cold, cold, cold, cold.’ Dean thought over and over again as he lowered himself into the water. The loud laugh from the car indicated that he had been projecting far enough for his husband to hear his complaints about the temperature. Knowing that Cas could hear him spurred him on, dropping even quicker into the lake in the hope the sudden shock of the cold would make it more bearable.

It wasn’t the case.

As he wandered around in that dark water, muttering annoyances at himself for this monumentally stupid idea, Cas finally wandered over, using his grace so that Dean was able to see him in the darkness. On his lips there was a soft smirk, one that suggested he was thinking ‘I told you so.’ Not wanting to give him the satisfaction, Dean started to swim around, taking long strokes and making contented little noises of pleasure. The look on his husband’s face suggested it wasn’t working.

He really was a bad actor.

Needing to warm up, he started to swim a little faster. Hoping that the exercise would send a heat through his body, and he would no longer care about the coolness of the water of even the air. Thankfully, it started to work, and he was starting to understand why people raved about midnight swimming. He felt ridiculously calm, so much so that he could just float around for the rest of time, sleeping in that lake.

Probably not the safest thing to do.

“C’mon in Cas. It feels nice.” He finally said, feeling lonely floating around on his own. The response was that little head cock that Dean adored. But this wasn’t one he had thrown in confusion, more one to show he was considering the request. After nodding his head, he placed the towels down on the jetty, and went to get into the water fully clothed. Dean rolled his eyes and shook his head; his husband could still be so monumentally dim about some human endeavours. “No Cas, strip to your boxers before you come in.” The angel stopped again, wondering if he should comply with Dean’s request, before shrugging his shoulders and using his grace to get undressed. His clothes now lay in a neat little pile on the jetty with the towels. Seconds later he was in the lake with Dean.

“Dean?” Cas asked, just as he was about to swim away from him. Stopping, he turned back to his husband.

“Hmm?!”

“This water is not as cold as you claimed it to be.” His mouth dropped open. Well of course Cas wouldn’t find it cold because he wasn’t a real boy. If he was back in his human form he’d be whining about it as much as Dean.

“Well it wouldn’t be to you Cas. You can regulate your temperate as an angel. You know I can’t.” He snorted when his husband just stared at him with those stupidly blue eyes. The ones that suggested ‘I know that Dean. Why are you telling me about my powers like I don’t know about them?’

He really was cute like this.

“Anyway, c’mon. Let’s go a little further out.” Dean said, swimming off. His husband following not far behind. When they got a little further, in the moonlit water, Dean stopped. Turning around and jumping on his husband. Arms wrapped around his neck, holding him tight, their faces only inches apart. Cas frowned, clearly unsure what was going on, but slid his own arms around Deans hips in a hug.

“Dean, what is this?” Cas asked. One of Dean’s hands came loose from the grip, reaching up to swipe a wayward hair from Cas’s head. A soft smile on his lips as he stared at the man he loved most in the world. There was something romantic about being in the middle of a lake, under the moonlight, in his husband’s arms.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you sweetheart?” His husband blinked a couple of times, likely confused as to why Dean was asking.

“All the time. What’s this about?” He asked again. Instead of answering, he leant down, pressing a tender kiss to Cas’s lips. Loving how warm he felt in the cool air. There was nothing particularly heated about the kiss. Their lips and tongues just lazily clashed. Arms held on tight as they poured as much affection into each kiss.

It really was quite beautiful.

“Nothing Cas. Just thought it was romantic and got caught up in the moment.” Dean finally responded. Cas’s eyes went incredibly soft. His hand came up to cup Deans cheek, staring deep into his own emerald green eyes.

“We can be anywhere in the world and I will find it romantic, as long as you are by my side.” With that Cas took his lips in his own again. Still kissing gently in the moonlit water. Their hands roaming over bodies as if trying to memorise muscles for the first time. They had no intention on going any further. Instead just kissing in that cool water until they were both exhausted. Two silhouettes entwined as one in the midnight breeze.

By the end, he could really understand the health benefits of a midnight swim.

[thigholstercas]

"And Cast—Cas is my best friend."

[sapphireisverygaymydudes]

He could count every second they had spent together, every time when Dean winced behind his back at some old pain, every time some random person on the street said that “Deans son was so kind”, every time Dean apologized for getting so old. And every time Cas would wind his arms around his neck and kiss him, kiss his graying hair, the wrinkles around his eyes from smiling, and would always save the lips for last.

Or Dean is old and Cas can tell that Dean won’t be here much longer

This is a little fic I made. It’s Supernatural related so other moots feel free to ignore.

Anyways hope you enjoy

@andrew-baby I did it

[mishaesque]

At the bunker. Dean’s birthday. Sam has baked him a pie. It’s awful because Sam couldn’t boil an egg to save his life. Dean blows out the candles and cuts a big piece. Sam says he doesn’t have to eat it, it tastes like crap. Dean says it’s the best pie he’s ever had and finishes the whole thing.

[batllethinker]

Can I request for something with boyfriend Leah meeting a model reader at a fashion show and Leah chasing her all night to at least get her number, and obviously she does ;)

Cherry Flavored | L.W

Pairing: Leah Williamson + model reader

Summary: Leah hasn't been able to take her eyes off of you since the night begun and she doesn't really want to

Warnings: pre established relationship, meet cute, Leah is kind of a loser, reader is super bold, they basically fuck in a bar, suggestive content | 18+ mdni

A/N: this went off the rails, and definitely isn't the request, so sorry 😅

She hadn't been able to take her eyes off of you since you first stepped onto the runway, and the first thing she did after finding out your name was to follow you on every social.

Leah had followed you with her eyes ever since you had come to mingle from backstage, you really were the most captivating person she had ever seen.

It was only because of a nudge from her friends and seeing you all alone by the bar that she had the courage to approach you, although nervously.

Standing behind you she was kind of just hoping that you would notice her but ofcourse she would have no such luck.

"Uhm, hi!" Awkwardly waiting for you to turn around, she gave an even more awkward smile once you did meet her gaze. "I'm, I'm Leah"

You gave her a charming, award winning smile as you took an once-over of her outfit before meeting her bright eyes once again.

"Leah, I do know who you are" you chuckled, turning your whole body to where she was still awkwardly standing, "miss european champion"

Watching in amusement as she blushed bright red, fidgeting nervously with her rings as you very obviously checked her out. You loved the fact that you stood taller than her, which made it really easy to take in every single detail of her, and god, the way she looked up at you.

"I. I don't like to brag but that's me" Leah gave a sheepish smile before finally deciding to order a drink, and you couldn't help but admire her drink of choice. Everything about her was admirable, really.

"So, why are you here? Talking to me?" You raised an eyebrow as the other woman flustered, stumbling over her words before gathering herself somewhat.

"Oh, uhm, you're just like – really pretty and uh, I apparently couldn't stop talking about you" embarrassed was the only way you could describe her as the blonde shrunk into herself, which you promptly put a stop to with a hand on her forearm, briefly admiring just how firm she felt in your hand.

Her wide eyes met yours again, face painted in what seemed a permanent blush, tensing slightly as you pulled her against you.

"You're cute and I'm really flattered" giving her a small smile, you gently cupped her cheeks, smile widening when she immediately melted into you.

"Thank you.." Biting her lip to keep herself from breaking out into the biggest smile, she just nuzzles into your hand instead. You were sure that if anyone saw you two right now they would think that you were a couple.

"Leah, can I kiss you?" The blondes eyes widened before giving you a brief nod, eyes already closing as you lean down just enough to press your lips against hers.

Humming softly against her, just loving the way she felt against you, how eager she was to kiss you as you were pressed against the bar counter, her tongue licking across your lower lip just enough for you to open your mouth.

Cherry. She tasted like cherries and you couldn't get enough, your grip tightening on her as you pulled her closer, thigh slipping in between her legs, carefully pressing up against her.

The other woman gasped into your mouth, hips jerking against your thigh before you started to pull away, unable to keep your smile at bay when she whined.

"Leah..we should maybe go somewhere more private" she nodded, taking a few moments to catch her breath before downing her drink.

"Yeah, let's go" you chuckled as you watched her, before taking her hand and dragging her out of the venue and to your car.

You just knew that whatever the outcome, it would be beautiful and several articles would be written.

[angelinthefire]

Thinking about a 6-part miniseries about Cas. The premise being that there's some way for him to get back the memories that were taken from him, and he's going through the process of re-experiencing them (and this is why we haven't seen him yet, because he's been occupied with this).

So we're following Cas through time, seeing every instance of him going off-script, and every time it gets harder and harder to reset him. And there could be 3 or 4 actors besides Misha who play Cas at various points in history. And there could be returning spn actors for different angels as well as recasts for different "versions" of them. There would be a chance to get into some complex relationships between sibling-soldiers who are under a cult-like authority.

The way I'm imagining it, it would be "kalaidoscopic" to use Edlund's word for describing Cas' perspective. Non-linear narratives layering on top of each other, and making use of motifs and recurring elements in an almost dream-like way, building Cas' story as someone who fought to be his own person. The whole thing being kind of epic and fantastical and philosophical.

And of course it ends with Cas' reunion with Dean. I think in previous episodes there could be short little "missing scenes" situated within the main spn canon, to really re-establish Dean and Cas' relationship for any uninitiated viewers. But by the time it gets to the end, after following Cas' whole story, Dean is framed as the last instance in a long series of Cas' struggles to assert his own sense of right and wrong, his own sense of self. Dean is the time when it finally stuck. So there's a real narrative weight, within the 6 episodes, to them reuniting, it's not just for the sake of finishing what spn started.

And I'm still imagining the reunion scene being something like what I posted about here. Where Dean asks Cas to jailbreak Heaven with him, break the rules with him one more time, run away so they can live their own life. So that Dean is the realization of everything Cas' story has been driving towards.

And then the thing with Jack being taken over by God happens (see linked post). Because a) Cas can't just go off with Dean and leave Jack behind, so there has to be a reason for him to oppose what Jack's been doing in Heaven, and the answer to that is he's God instead of Jack. And b) the series ends on an open page, with Dean and Cas going back into the world as these twin agents of chaos and free will, and you have the sense that they're always going to be out there fighting for free will and fighting to be masters of their own lives, and the story will never end.

[clairenatural]

psst. hey. come here

what if I told you a story about a man who loses someone he cares for deeply and it sends him into a depressive and self destructive spiral and then he gets a call that this person is alive, and he drives through the night, and right before he sees them again light literally shines on him once more. and then in their first meeting he reaches up to put a hand on their face. now what if I told you he looked at them like this while touching their face after thinking they were lost forever:

would you not agree that this is love? that this is a man finally gazing upon the face of his beloved? that he is finally seeing calm in the storm. a man who was, not long before this, prepared to give up on his own life. would you not call them lovers? would you not agree that their souls are intertwined?

[prythianpages]

I just saw a Harwin Strong edit and tell me why I want to write another Cas mini series inspired from this scene 😩

like you can’t tell me these two don’t give off the same energy?????