#cas was stabbed by an angel blade and dean broke while wrapping his body for the funeral pyre. ALONE. and was. not doing well

[sunforgrace]

he sat there on the ground and cried. for cas. cas told him he loved him was taken away and he buried his head in his hands and wept

[imaginestuffs]

Really Home- Castiel x Reader

Word count:2,227

Warnings: angst, angst, angst, slight fluff. Language maybe. I'm sorry some details may be off so please forgive me.

Summary: Castiel dies when Jack is born, and it hurts reader so badly but she takes care of Jack.

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You got out of the impala, slamming the door behind you. Sam and Dean both cringed,and followed suit. Jack sat there for a moment, not exactly understanding what was going on. He soon got out as well following the boys inside the bunker. As soon as you entered the bunker you all but ran to your room, holding back tears you had been dying to cry. 

-----hours earlier----- 

You were in the house with Kelly, and Mary. You had promised to be by her side when the time came and that's exactly what you did. You then went to the window to look out at the boys making sure they came back. Not seeing Crowely your heart broke. You had been surprisingly close with him and saw him as a good friend. 

You ran back to Kelly's side when she yelled for you. You were by her side in an instant. 

"(Y/n), go. It's ok. Thank you." She breathed heavily, and sobbed. You gave her hand a squeeze and kissed her head. "We'll keep him safe." 

You then ran down the stairs as quickly as possible and angel blade in hand. Just as your feet hit the dirt, you saw Lucifer appear behind Castiel. "Castiel, no!" You screamed. He looked at you for not even a second before a bright blue wave of light flashed. When it was over, you uncovered your eyes. Just in time to see his body drop to the ground. "Angel!!" You screamed out before running forward. Your heart completely shattered  at the scene before you. 

Dean and Sam looked at you with sympathy, but still keeping bravery at the forefront. You were about to throw yourself into a fight with the devil because of what he had done to Castiel. Before you could step forward Dean stretched his arm in front of you. "(Y/n), dont." He said sternly. You didn't fight him, knowing that if you died you would be breaking your promise to Kelly and to Cas. 

Lucifer looked at you all, "well, that was fun." You kept your tears in as you heard his words. "Really guys, points for trying." He said with a shrug. You wanted to rip that smug smirk right off of his, you wanted to kill him. You held yourself back though. 

For them. For Cas. For Jack. 

He looked directly at you and smiled wide. A wicked grin.

"You're the cute one that Crowely spoke about." You sneered at him.

"Aw, wait.. did I-did I just stab your boyfriend in the heart. Oh I did, didn't I  who knew blue eyes could get a girl." He said. This just brought more rage up to the surface and Dean had to physically hold you back. "Sorry Dear, he was just so annoying." He shrugs after his words. 

Before we knew it Mary came marching from the house. 

"Get away from them." She commanded. 

He had this barely visible look of surprise. You could tell he was intrigued though. 

"Mary, right? I've heard so much about you." He said scanning Mary slightly. 

"You, uh, are certainly living up to the hype." 

It felt like everything went in slow motion. 

The last thing she said stayed in your mind.

"I love you." 

The next thing you know Mary and Lucifer are gone. Just when you thought your heart couldn't shatter anymore. It did. 

You all just stood there for a moment processing everything that couldn't ever be truly processed. 

Sam then quickly moved away and into the house. Going to find the child that had been born moments ago. 

Once again you looked to the ground. You see Castiel lying there. No sign of movement. Just there. 

You fell to your knees next to him, Dean did the same. You shakily reached out to him lifting his head and resting it in your lap. Letting your tears fall, and sobs escape your lips. Dean was next to you wrapping an arm around you. 

You reached across Cas and wrapped your arm around his shoulders. Grabbing him and pulling him close to you. Crying while gripping fist-fulls of your boyfriend's trench coat. 

You pulled back from him you had no idea how it could be, but somehow he was still warm. 

You gave a watery smile raising your hand to his cheek, your tears falling on his pale cheeks. 

"(Y/n), we have to go. C'mon please sweetheart we have to go." Dean tried to persuade you away from cas' body. 

You fought against Dean holding on to Cas for dear life.

"No, Dean. No, I can't leave him. I'm sorry not leaving him. Just go, go. I can't leave him!" You sobbed at him. Dean finally let you go and let some tears fall before running back to the house. 

You immediately began to speak with him again. 

"Hey Angel, I'm here. I'm right here, I won't leave you." You stroked his cheek. 

"It's ok Angel, God-God will bring you back. Like he always does. He has to. You won't be gone for long." You tried desperately to reassure the lifeless body of the man you loved. When in all honesty you were trying to reassure yourself. 

You rested your forehead against his, closing your eyes.  Placing a hand on his chest, you sobbed once more. You no longer felt the steady rise and fall of his chest; you didn't feel his heart  underneath your palm. 

It was then that you noticed burn marks. You looked either side of you and saw the imprint of Castiel's wings. Those beautiful wings that wrapped around you when you were in danger, or just when you were cold. You let out a strangled cry gripping him tighter, and screwing your eyes shut.

"Castiel, Angel, come home." You pleaded once more. 

----after Jack is found---- 

You saw Jack and walked towards him, giving him a hug and then pulling back. 

Dean made sure it was a quick process wrapping up Cas and Kelly. You all gathered the wood and such, carefully placing them on top. You heard Sam speak but tuned him out. You stood a little further from the group. 

"Castiel, you are and always will be the love of my life. My angel, and I promise I'll make you and Kelly proud of Jack. I swear it." You said before blinking tears back and rushing back to the car. 

-----back to present----

You sat on your bed after closing the door behind you. 

Sitting there all you can think of is him. Just flashes of the scene play back in your mind. 

You hate yourself for not being there in time to save him. 

You place your head in your hands and quietly just sit there, tears not falling but your head heavy. Your entire body was heavy. 

Your world was heavy, but you knew you had to get up and be there for your new boy. For Jack, he needs you right now. You'll be there for him. 

That's exactly what you did. You were there for him. 

-----days later----- 

You had been taking care of Jack as best you could. Defending him against Dean. You even punched him once, he said that he would kill him himself. Hearing those words you walked right up to him and punched him in the face. 

"You touch him Dean Winchester. I'll kill you myself." You growled. You grabbed Jack's hand and walked away. 

Comforting the boy as best as you could. 

"I will never let anyone hurt you Jack. No one. You are good sweetheart. You're not evil, and he'll see that. You'll be ok Jack, I promise you." You said pulling the boy into a hug, kissing his cheek. 

-----the day----- 

You turned the corner and saw Jack reading at the library table. You smile at the boy walking over to him. You ran a hand through his hair and gently placed your lips to his head. 

"Hey Jack, how are you?" You asked softly. 

He looked up at you with a smile, "I'm ok (y/n), how are you?" He asked back kindly. 

"I'm alright Jack. Now what are you looking for?" You asked pulling out a chair beside him and sitting down. 

"Oh, I'm looking for a case." He stated. You looked down at the book and were about to speak. 

"Jack, (y/n)!" You heard Sam call. You both looked up, and smiled. "Hi Sam, how did it go?" You asked softly. He smiled. "It went great." Chirped Dean. You looked up and gave a smile to Dean. Sure you were pissed but you couldn't help loving these boys and being overly grateful when they came home safe. 

"That's great boys... I'm glad you're home safe." You said to them getting up to give them each a kiss on the cheek. 

Yet every time they came home from a hunt, and each time, you realized that Castiel wasn't going to be with them. You wouldn't get to run into his arms or kiss him for coming home safe. Your eyes began to sting slightly so you turned away from the boys hastily wiping your eyes. 

You didn't know, but they noticed little things about you had changed. They could see how broken you were now. You could barely look at them after coming home, they knew why. It was because you knew that there was one person less to walk through that door. That one person who was your everything. Your Angel. 

This time though. This time, things had changed. There was that one person. Your Angel came home. 

He saw you from the corner and his eyes glistened with tears, and knowing that Jack was also waiting for him. His heart skipped a beat. 

Sam gestured for him to come over. He knew it was time to see you again. 

He walked out slowly, your back was turned but you turned at the sound of a voice. His voice. 

"Hello (Y/n), Jack." He said. 

Jack quickly got up, and he walked to him. They wrapped each other in a hug, both smiling. They pulled away and you stood there with watery eyes. Tears clouding your vision to the point where everything looked different. 

Cas did the Same. 

"Castiel..." you whimpered. He nodded and you ran to him, jumping into his arms. He caught you and held you like everything hung in the balance if he let go. 

"You're home angel, you're home." You cried into his shoulder and he whispered in your ear. "Im home 

(Y/n), I'm home." You pulled away slightly to rest your forehead against his. 

His skin was no longer pale, his lips were their usual shade of pink. His wings wrapped themselves around you like they did before. It was him, your Angel.. he came back to you. 

The rest of the night you spent with him and Jack. Lying in bed after Jack decided to go to his room. 

It was just you and him now. He wrapped his arms around you holding you tightly. 

"I really thought you were gone. Your wings they were just burn marks in the dirt, I couldn't feel your heart. I couldn't see you breathe. 

I couldn't leave you, I begged for you. I cried for you, I watched you die, and I couldn't do a damn thing." You said to him looking at him. You were facing him and he you. His eyes were tearing up at the thought of you in so much pain. "I'm so sorry (y/n). I'm so sorry." His voice broke. "It's not your fault Angel, it's not your fault." You said wiping the tears away. 

His large warm hand rested against your cheek and sighed in content, letting a few tears slip. 

You placed your hand against his chest and gently pushed him onto his back. You crawled into his lap and straddled his waist. Looking down at him he smiled up at you and held your hips. He let out a small laugh at your actions which caused you to laugh as well. 

"You're so beautiful." You whispered looking down at him and seeing that his wings were wrapped around you once again. He let a blush dust his cheeks and he moved his hand to the back of your neck. He tangled his hand in your hair pulling you down to let your lips touch. "So are you..." he whispered against your lips before fully pressing them to yours. He slowly sat up and pulled you closer. 

Your hands cupped his cheeks then moved to run through his hair. His hand moved back to its original place on your hip along with the other one. 

You sighed against his lips, at the feeling of his scruff scratching gently along your face. It was a feeling you had missed so much. His chest was pressed against yours, and you could feel it. 

There they were. His heart beat against yours, and you could feel his chest move up and down with each breath. 

He pulled back and lied back down bringing you with him. You smiled and slid back to his side. You faced each other once again, looking into his bright blue eyes again. 

"You're really home?" You asked once again. He pressed his lips to your forehead. "I'm really home." 

[dothwrites]

Prompt for destiel where one of them saves the other from a calamity, au or canon/humans or human & angel, but they get severely hurt instead, and other gets to comfort them and help them heal, and they get to confess

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It’s his fault. 

That’s all Dean can think as he kneels on the grimy floor, slick with Cas’ blood. His fault. 

He was the one who insisted on pressing forward with the hunt, who overrode Cas’ desires to wait. He should have listened. After all, it was just him and Cas, newly human and still a little fragile with it. He should have listened to Cas’ objections, should have listened to the little coil of unease in the pit of his stomach warning him that this was a bad idea, should have, should have, should have. 

It should have only been one demon. 

There had been more. 

The demons had fought with brutal efficiency; within a few seconds, he and Castiel were separated from each other. From far away, Dean had heard the struggles, the snap of electricity that signaled a demon’s death and the grunts from Cas that accompanied the sick, wet sounds of fists striking flesh. At least Cas was still fighting. Dean was less than useless, caught in a chokehold that slowly obstructed his airway. His joints screamed in pain while black and red crowded at the edge of his vision. 

“Dean Winchester.” His name was spoken in a sneer, contempt dripping from the lips of the leader of this little outfit. In a former life, her meatsuit must have been some kind of model--she was all lithe lines and sleek muscle and tall enough to look Dean in the eyes. Her eyes flashed black as her fingers gripped at his chin. Five bright pinpricks of pain blossomed across his cheeks as her nails dug in. Dean grunted, but wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of crying out. 

“You just couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you? The whole world, open for the taking, room enough for everyone to spread out now that you killed the man upstairs, and you still couldn’t let us be.” A thin trickle of blood dribbled down Dean’s chin as her nails broke skin. “Well, you should have kept your nose out of it.” 

She drew her hand back, silver glinting as she moved. All Dean saw was the wickedly sharp point of her angel blade. He remembered how it felt, skin and muscle splitting underneath the force of the blow, how easily the blade slid into his body. Looked like he was going to get to experience it again, except this time without the failsafe of the Mark to pull him out again. 

“Dean! Dean!” 

The blade started to plunge down and Dean closed his eyes. They hadn’t had enough time, him and Cas, and now he was leaving Cas to the rest of a mortal life, alone. I’m sorry, Dean thought, tensing in preparation for the inevitable blow. Cas, I’m so sorry...

The blow never hit. Instead, what hit was a dervish, a whirl of blows and snarls and yelps. Somewhere, in the mad scuffle, Dean recognized the shock of dark hair and the flash of Cas’ shirt. Seeing that gave him enough strength to break free of the hold. His own blade slipped into his hand and he plunged it into the gut of the demon who had been holding him. 

He’d had just enough time to feel triumphant before he heard the low grunt of pain. 

He’d known what it was, but he still turned around to confirm. His eyes landed on a nightmare. 

A demon stood tall, blade in hand. Crimson liquid dripped slowly off of the tip of the blade to splash upon the ground. Though it was impossible, Dean would swear that he heard the impact of every drop. A sick, twisted grin spread across the demon’s face as they looked down. 

Castiel staggered backward, hands clutching at his stomach. Already, a dark stain spread across his shirt. Horrified, Dean could only watch as Cas dropped down to one knee, before he finally collapsed to the ground. 

Dean’s still not sure the exact sequence of events. He knows that he charged forward, a pained shout erupting from his throat. He knows that there’s a dead demon. He knows that his fumbling fingers managed to find his phone and call Sam, leaving bloody smears on the screen. 

And he knows that Cas is dying. 

“You stupid son of a bitch, why the hell did you do that?” He won’t cry, not here and not now, but he wants to. Cas moans lowly in pained protest as Dean drags him into his lap. He ignores the sticky warmth leaking into his jeans from the ragged wound in Cas’ stomach the same that he ignores Cas’ eyes squinting shut in agony. He’ll deal with those later, push through those nightmares when Cas isn’t gasping for air right in front of him. Dean lays his hand on Cas’ neck, fingers pressing down on his pulse point. It’s thready and rabbit-fast. 

“You have to ask?” 

“Dammit Cas.” Dean bends down low over Cas’ body, as if he could shield him from the rest of the world. Too little, too late. He’d screwed up and now Cas was paying the price, like always. “You know that I’m not worth it. You know it.” 

“Dean.” Cas’ mouth moves like he wanted to say more, but all that comes out is a dribble of blood, leaking from the corner of his mouth. His hands grasp at Dean, but his grip is so weak that it slides off without ever making an impression. “Dean,” Cas manages to say, breathing in deep and forcing the single syllable of his name out with extreme effort. “I, I--”

“Don’t you say it,” Dean hisses, pressing down hard on Cas’ stomach. The sound of Cas’ agonized cry is enough to twist a knife in his heart, and the feel of warm blood gushing over his hand makes him sick to his stomach, but at least it forces Cas to stop talking. 

“You’re not fucking dying on me,” Dean almost snarls, voice wobbling towards the end. “You hear me, Castiel? Not yet.” 

Cas’ eyes close. He doesn’t respond.

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Dean watches the skip and jump of the heart monitor and listens to the steady beats. Like a metronome, it counts the beats of Cas’ heart. Each rise and fall, each electronic beep soothes Dean’s rough edges, as it acts as a reminder. Cas is still here. He didn’t lose him. 

Twenty-two stitches. That’s what it had taken to save him. That and some very good surgeons, some impossible luck, and a series of driving maneuvers delivered by one Sam Winchester. Dean would doubt that his brother was capable of such driving, if he hadn’t been in the back seat with him for the full duration.

They’d cut the margin of error so thinly that it was translucent. Minutes, the doctors had said, with the vague whiff of suspicion that came from bringing in a stabbing victim. If traffic had been heavier or if Sam hadn’t been driving quite so fast and furious on the Fury Road...Well, Dean would have another corpse on his hands to burn. Again. 

Dean’s attention is caught by a low groan coming from the direction of the bed. Within seconds, he’s at Cas’ bedside so that he can see the exact moment that Cas’ eyes flutter open. 

He’d been so angry earlier. Furious, that once again, Castiel saw fit to throw himself to the wolves, all for Dean’s sake. He’d been ready to give Cas an earful when he finally woke up (once they discovered that he was going to wake up).  But seeing the hazy, pained look in Cas’ eyes vanish to be replaced with a slow, pleased smile erases all thoughts of rage from Dean’s brain. All it leaves him with is sweet, clear relief. 

“Hey sleeping beauty.” Dean cards his fingers through Cas’ hair, as tentatively as though Cas were made of porcelain. “How are you feeling?” 

Cas pauses to consider. “Numb,” he finally rasps. He glances to the side, where the IV stand drips down into various tubes connected to his body. “I assume that there’s a large amount of medication responsible for that?” 

“Yeah, you’re getting the good stuff,” Dean says. He can’t stop touching Cas’ hair. It’s a little gross--Other than a few quick sponge-baths from the nurses, Cas hasn’t bathed and his hair has taken the brunt of that. It’s a little greasy, but Dean couldn’t care less about that. Not when Cas smiles up at him through a grizzled beard. 

“Don’t be angry,” Castiel says. His fingers wrap weakly around Dean’s wrist. “I know that you’re probably furious with me.” 

“Damn right I am. How many times do I have to tell you, I ain’t worth--”

“Stop.” Cas squeezes his wrist. His grip is pathetic enough that it forces Dean into silence more than if Cas had managed his usual bone-bruising force. “Nothing you say will ever convince me that you’re not worth saving. Nothing,” Cas says, as severe as his voice will allow. He strokes over the soft skin of Dean’s wrist. His eyes look at something faraway only he can see. “I sometimes think that I was created in order to keep you safe. Please don’t deny me that.” 

And what can you say to that? 

Dean lifts Cas’ knuckles to his face, brushing a gentle kiss over them. “Way to make a guy feel guilty, asshole.” 

Cas smiles wanly. “Whatever it takes.” His voice turns thin and ragged around the edges. Dean knows that it’s not going to be long before he slips back into sleep. 

“But you have to try and stay around.” Dean takes in a deep breath. The words sit on his tongue, ready to taste freedom. “It’s not fair to make me go through this without you. I love you, dumbass, and if you go off and get yourself killed just because you were trying to save me then I’m going to be really pissed at you.” 

They haven’t said it. They’ve kissed, they’ve fucked, hell sometimes they’ve even done what Sam would probably call making love. They live together and they’ve died for the other. But they’ve never said the words. Dean had been convinced that he never would. Cas knew. That was enough for him. Everything else was window dressing. 

But there in the backseat, with Cas’ limp and bleeding body pressed against him, forced to listen to Cas’ pained wheezes, and his hand pressed against Cas’ stomach trying to keep Cas’ blood inside, Dean had been overcome by only thought. 

Cas is going to die and I never told him. 

The thought that Cas could die without knowing exactly how much he’s adored has kept Dean awake for several nights. 

Cas’ eyes are wide as his fingers clench reflexively around Dean’s wrist. “Dean,” he finally gets out. He blinks quickly, obviously fighting against impending sleep. “Dean, I--”

“Yeah. I know.” Dean brushes Cas’ hair off of his forehead and leans down to press a kiss against the clammy skin. “Go to sleep.”

“You’ll be here? When I wake up?” Cas’ voice is already slurred, sleep wrapping around him and tugging him deep into oblivion. 

Dean settles onto the edge of Cas’ bed, unwilling to release his hold on Cas until he absolutely has to. Cas murmurs happily, nonsense words that trail off into silence. 

Dean runs his finger down Cas’ cheek, bristly and unshaven. It’s warm to the touch. When he pulls away, Cas almost follows after him, squirming in his sleep until Dean takes his hand in his and laces their fingers together. Only then does Cas subside into peace. 

“Yeah Cas,” Dean says, despite the fact that Cas can’t appreciate his words. “Yeah, I’ll be here.

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[sylvanfreckles]

Impaled (FebuWhump 04)

I had an extremely crappy day at work today...like coming home crying level crappy. So, as a defense mechanism, this came out. Granted, it was always going to be a slightly humorous take on this scenario, but this went a little...extreme.

You can also read this on AO3

Fandom: Supernatural Summary: Who would have thought, in the end, it would be vampire clowns in a busted-up barn in the middle of nowhere?

Not the Winchesters, that's for certain.

And certainly not Castiel, who did not get resurrected again just to die at the hands of a monster with a fourteen-year grudge.

* * *

After everything..after Chuck and Free Will and rewriting their own lives...it all came down to this.

A musty old barn in the ass-crack of nowhere, facing down a gang of vampires of all things.

“So, what, now's when we find out Gordon isn't actually dead?” Dean muttered, standing back-to-back with Sam. “Or, ah, what's-her-name...the hippie one who only ate cows. Think she's here?”

“We watched Lenore die,” Sam reminded him. “And I killed Gordon. I don't think this is either of them.”

“Yeah, unless Chuck brought them back,” Dean shot back. “Cas?”

Castiel, who had been silently and efficiently dispatching vampires turned back at Dean's question. “I find it unlikely Chuck would have considered either of them important enough to bring back from Purgatory.” Another vampire roared up behind him, and without even looking Cas stabbed him through the throat with his angel blade.

Dean had to admit, the flutter of Cas's new calf-length trench coat was pretty impressive as the angel spun around to yank his blade from one vampire and plunge it into another. Jack had apparently hooked his adoptive father up with some new duds on his return from the Empty, so Cas wasn't exactly rocking the whole “holy tax accountant” look anymore.

On the one hand, the long black trench coat was absolutely badass. The way it spun around Cas as he moved in battle reminded Dean of the shadows of wings cast on the barn ceiling all those years ago, and it had a much more stylish cut that emphasized the muscle on the angel's powerful frame.

On the other...the rainbow-colored sweater vest was a little much. But the combination was something that was just so essentially Jack they really couldn't complain.

“Dean!”

Pulled out of his daydreams by his brother's warning scream, Dean managed to deflect an incoming vampire and roll out of the way, narrowly avoiding the dangerous-looking nail that was poking up out of one of the support beams. Damn, they really needed to stop confronting vampires in fallen-down old barns.

Cas hauled him to his feet and manhandled him to one side, a blast of holy power from his other hand obliterating yet another vampire clown. “How many more are there?” the angel shouted over the sounds of battle.

“They just keep coming,” Sam panted. They were cornered now—Cas's angel blade was still embedded in a vampire a few feet away, Dean's machete had gotten notched when it had gotten stuck on a particularly dense vampire spine, and Sam was favoring his right arm as though chopping off so many heads in such a short amount of time was giving some kind of hunter's carpal tunnel. “Are we sure...I mean, is Chuck really de-powered?”

“You think he planned for one of us to die in some shitty barn in the middle of nowhere?” Dean scoffed. “Dude. The man's a hack, but he's not that bad.”

“Enough!” A fourth voice—because, really, the vampire clowns had done nothing but snarl since the Winchesters had busted down the door—cut through the air as another figure strode into the center of the barn.

It was, predictably, another vampire. This one was obviously the boss, judging by the way she was dressed—halter top and jeans instead of baggy clothes and a clown mask. Seriously, why clowns? Was someone trying to make this place Sam's worst nightmare?

“Well, well. If it isn't the Winchesters.” The woman flipped a lock of long, dark hair back over her shoulder. “I'm sure you're surprised to see me.”

Dean stared at her for a moment then glanced over at his brother. Sam shrugged. “Right,” Dean said after a few seconds. “You're...the Ringmaster!”

Sam let out a groan and stumbled back to lean against the wall of the barn. Dean couldn't see much of Cas's face but the angel's body was radiating out disappointment. “Come on,” Dean protested. “Clowns? The circus?”

“Enough!” the woman snapped again. “You killed my entire clan fourteen years ago. I've waited a long time for this day, when my new clan would find the Winchesters and we would put an end to them!”

Dean let his gaze travel up and down the woman's body again. She was still familiar, but that wasn't really enough to jog his memory. “Sweetheart, you're gonna have to be way more specific than that. Fourteen years is a long time.”

Cas shot him a dirty look—though whether it was over the sweetheart comment or Dean's snarky tone of voice he couldn't tell.

The woman hissed in anger. “Jenny? I had been chosen to join Luther's clan? You kidnapped his mate, Kate? Killed all of them to get your father and your precious Colt back?”

Dean sucked in a breath through his teeth. Oh, right, he remembered her now...not that she needed to know that. “Sorry. Doesn't ring a bell.”

Jenny gave a shriek and charged toward him. Cas intercepted, easily turning her momentum against her. Sam charged in, the machete in his left hand now, easily cutting through the seemingly endless swarm of vampires.

With a rueful glance at his ruined machete, Dean took up a position to cover Cas's flank. Maybe he couldn't charge back into battle like Sam, but he could at least keep the small fry off the angel's back.

“This reminds me of the place we first met, Cas,” Dean called over his shoulder.

Cas grunted. “Hell was nothing like this, Dean. This barn has no resemblance to Alistair's pit.”

“What?” Dean shook his head. Right, sometimes he forgot about the whole raised-you-from-perdition thing. Maybe he needed to get that handprint tattooed back on or something...if he could face Sammy's teasing. “No, I meant the barn, man. Where I tried to shoot you.”

With a twist of his hips Cas flipped Jenny onto her back and wrapped one hand around her throat. “You also stabbed me,” he retorted. He was on limited power while he was on earth, but he had enough juice to burn Jenny out of existence.

“Still. Memories.”

There was a ragged cry from one of the vampire clowns—one of the few Sam hadn't managed to decapitate in the last five minutes (really, their heads just popped right off if you got the angle right...his high school history teacher had been so wrong). The vampire charged at Cas and the angel wasn't quite able to defend himself before he was driven back against one of the barn's support posts. Dean shouted a curse at the vampire and took a swing at his head.

The machete stuck. Dean swore and tugged it free, then swung again. The vampire went down, but it took a few more blows before he finally managed to separate the head from the body. “Dammit,” he swore, wiping his forehead on his sleeve. “Sammy?”

“Forty-seven,” Sam panted. He was doubled over, hands on his knees. “That was forty-seven vampire clowns. What the hell is happening?”

“Maybe Chuck's still in charge,” Dean theorized. “Cas?”

The angel grunted. Dean twisted around to see Cas staring down at his own chest, then the angel slowly peeled back one lapel of his trench coat. “Oh. I've been impaled.”

It was the rusty bar Dean had narrowly avoided earlier. It was longer than he'd thought, and the tip was poking out of Cas's chest right below his heart. “Cas?”

“I'm all right,” Cas reassured him, though the spray of blood he coughed up wasn't very reassuring.

“Oh god,” Sam fisted both hands in his hair. “Wh-what do we do? Should we call Jack? Do you need an ambulance? Or, wait, a spell? Maybe, maybe there's something in the car...”

“Sam, this is nothing,” Cas protested. He gripped the bar with one hand, frowning a little when he wasn't able to push himself free. “Though I could use some assistance.”

“No-no-no-no!” Sam waved his hands frantically. He'd pulled a bandanna out of...somewhere...and was trying to put pressure on the wound around the rusty bar. “We'll just...we can control the bleeding, and-and Dean can call an ambulance, and they can take care of you at the hospital.”

“Sam...”

“I didn't even get to say good-bye last time,” Sam whispered.

Ouch. Damn. Dean felt that one, right in his gut. That spurred him to action. “Hey, it's okay,” he said, quietly. He placed a hand on one of Sam's arms and leaned in closer to study the wound. “You said it's not bad? 'Cause I'm pretty sure some of that's supposed to be on the inside.”

Cas coughed and the wound gurgled as he sucked in a breath. “It would be a fatal wound if I were human,” he admitted. “But it cannot kill me. It is merely...uncomfortable.”

“There, see?” Dean knocked his shoulder against Sam's. He was worried, too...he would never get used to seeing Cas injured, no matter how long they were together. Especially not since the angel always tended to get the more...dramatic injuries. Like now, Sam and Dean were coming out of the fight with barely a scratch between them, while Cas had been impaled on a piece of rusty metal.

The absurdity of the situation finally struck Dean. The piles of dead vampire clowns. The woman from their past, who had apparently been planning revenge for fourteen years even though they hadn't even remembered her name.

And, most of all, their badass angel-of-the-lord (even if the lord in question at the moment was their adopted kid) in his rainbow sweater vest and badass trench coat staring down at the metal protruding from his chest like it was personally offending him.

Oh. I've been impaled.

He couldn't help it. He burst out laughing.

Sam turned, scandalized. Cas looked on with resigned amusement.

“He-he just,” Dean wheezed. “Like that snowman...just...”

Cas gave a long-suffering sigh and gripped the piece of metal in one hand. With a mighty twist it broke away from the barn's support beam, and with another wrench Cas had pulled it free from his body and dropped it to the floor. His legs buckled beneath him, but Sam caught him and eased him down, that ever-present bandanna pressed to the wound in Cas's chest.

“Oh man...it's gonna be okay, Cas. We'll...we'll figure this out.”

“Dude,” Dean staggered over to kneel next to them, tears of laughter running down his face. “He's fine, just...just let it go.”

“Stop quoting Frozen and put your hand here!” Sam snapped, yanking Dean closer. “We need to stop the bleeding!”

Cas just stared at them patiently while Sam rocked up to his knees to apply more pressure to his wound. Dean tried to help, he really did, but the entire situation was just spiraling too far out of control. If Chuck really was still writing their lives he'd obviously gone insane.

Sam peeled the bandanna back to check Cas's wound and there was...nothing. Just the smooth, colorful knit of his rainbow-colored sweater vest. Even the blood stains were gone, as though Cas had never been injured.

With a relieved sigh, Sam sank back onto his heels. Cas pushed himself up on his elbows, idly brushing at the straw that was sticking to his trench coat. Dean picked up the rusty piece of iron that had impaled Cas and flung it across the barn.

“Not today, Chuck!” he hollered after it. “No one's dying in some shitty barn in the middle of nowhere, you hear me?”

There was a companionable silence for a moment, then Sam suddenly shot to his feet and looked around. “We forgot about the kids!”

* * *

Jack sees his father both as a badass unstoppable force, and as the caring dad who always has time for him. Thus, when designing his wardrobe for his current resurrection, he went with the odd combination of cuddly rainbow vest and Neo-style trench coat. Oddly enough, it suits Cas more than anything else he's ever worn.

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Like the Heart Goes [Part 1]

Chuck Shurley x Reader

Summary: In a fit of rage, Sam picks up the gun to kill God. When he accidentally shoots you instead, Chuck decides that he has had enough.

Warning: Lots of Language, Season 14 /15 spoilers, Angry Chuck, Violence, injuries

Word Count: 2500

A/N: Okay, so I know I said that it would be called “This Is Not the End”, but I changed my mind. All GIfs/Pics come from Google Images and are not mine.

You should have seen it coming. He would be calm and happy one second and scary and intimidating less than a millisecond later. There was that, and the whole "soul" thing. He had created billions of souls, yet he claimed that he couldn't fix Jack's. Then, there was the gun. The equalizer, as he called it. He created it to be used on his own grandson, just for entertainment. You thought, either he changed dramatically since you last saw him, or he was always like this and you were a fool. Either way, you sure did feel like one.

"Hey, Chuck!" Sam yells. You turn towards Sam and see him holding the equalizer, as Chuck called it. Whatever happens to the target happens to the person who shot the gun.

It took a second to realize that if Sam killed Chuck then not only would Sam die too, but the universe would as well. It was all about balance, as Chuck once told you. Even if you now know that Chuck never cared about you, you still couldn't let him die.

"Sam, wait!" You yelled. As Chuck turned around to face sam, You took two small steps before you felt something ripping through your right shoulder. It felt as though you had been shoved backwards and next thing you knew, you were on the ground with a small hole in your right shoulder.

"Y/N!" Dean yelled. You put your hard over the wound as you looked at Sam, who also had been affected by the shot.

Chuck looked at you with worried eyes before setting a straight face again. He was angry and you could feel it seeping out of him like radiation. It was suffocating you. You were the one who had been shot, not him. What would he be angry for?

"Fine! That's the way you want it?" He yelled at Sam. Nothing could have prepared you for what came out of his mouth after that. "Story's over. Welcome to The End."

"Hey, you okay?" Dean asks Sam as you lean against one of the tombstones. Sam just shot you, accidentally of course, but it still hurt like hell.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good." Sam says. "Y/N, are you okay?" you nod your head in response.

"I'm fine." You respond as Dean helps you up. "What the hell just happened." It was day, now it is night. What the hell is the point of changing the damn time?

"The hell if I know," Dean says. Sam struggles to his feet as you notice Cas. He's sitting next to Jack's corpse, and you can't help but feel sorry for him. He was closer to Jack than the rest of you. Even though you help Cas when it came to hiding Kelly from everyone, including the Winchester, Jack chose Cas as his father.

Sam looked at Jack, whose eyes had been burnt out by Chuck, before saying, "Wait. I thought Chuck said that the gun was the only thing that could..." He was referring to when Chuck said that the gun was the only thing that could kill Jack. That obviously wasn't the case, since he killed Jack no problem.

"He's a writer," Cas managed to say. "Writers lie." Not long after those words left Cas's mouth, you heard a popping sound. Looking around to see if anyone else heard it, you figured out that you weren't alone. It happened several more times, and that was when you noticed the things popping out from the ground. Is this what Chuck meant when he said, "Welcome to the End?"

"What the hell is happening?!" Dean said. He looked at you, so you shrugged your shoulders. You had no idea what was happening.

"Cas?" You asked. You figured that out of everyone, that he'd have a better idea. Honestly, you were mostly wanting Chuck to show up again so that you could beat the living crap out of him.

"Souls." He said. "They're souls from - from Hell."

"Shit." You say. Several more souls shot up from the ground, then something else happened. Lighting struck some, more like several, of the graves. The dead began rising, and you could tell you were all screwed. It actually wasn't that hard to figure out.

The zombies, for lack of a better word, began approaching you guys. You notice Cas taking out his angel blade. You suddenly wished that you had your sword, but today had been a really stressful day. Before you could realize that Dean had walked away in the first place, he was handing you a rusty iron rod that was probably from one of the fences. He handed one to you, then Sam, and he had one for himself as well.

The zombies get closer until they finally decide to attack. You swat the rod at one of the zombies. The almost fell over, so you took the chance to stab them with the rod, which actually did make them fall. You fought two more zombies before, hearing Cas call out all of your names. He picked up Jack's body and began running away from where you all were standing. You took that as your cue to follow.

Sam seemed to notice something, although it was probably because he was a giant and taller than you. He yelled, "Dean, this way!" Suddenly, you felt something grab onto your ankle. You looked down and then you felt it snap.

Dean heard you cry out in pain and smashed his foot onto the zombie's head. He picked you up bridal-style and began running behind Sam and Cas. You guys were pretty surrounded. You looked at Sam, and if it were just a normal day, you would have laughed at how Sam shoved one of the zombies over, causing it to fall and lay there.  You guys ran inside of a mausoleum. Dean gently set you down while Sam barricaded the door.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Dean asked. You nodded your head before he checked your ankle. You winced as soon as his fingers brushed it. He gave you an apologetic look, before refocusing his attention on your ankle. He examined it with a frown before sighing.

"It's broken." He says as he pats your shoulder.

"Figures." you scoff. This was the worst time to break your ankle. You felt helpless.

"Here." he finds some pieces of clothing in one of the corners. he grabs one of them and tries tears it to shreds. Once he finally succeeds, he wraps it around your ankle. He holds out his hand for you to grab. You take it because you needed something to hold on to. He was being as gentle as he could, but it still hurt. You were sure that you were hurting his hand by how hard you were squeezing it. If it did hurt him, he kept it to himself.

He stands back up and examines the room you guys are in. Then he looks down at Jack. "He didn't deserve this," he said. You completely agreed.

"Cas, is he here? C-C-Can you... Can you...?" Sam asked.

"I don't think so," Cas said. He looked downright miserable and he had every right to be.

"So, what? Chuck throws friggin' zombies at us now?!" Said dean angrily. He looked pissed, and although he usually never gets angry at you, you felt it. You were about to say something but Sam spoke up before you did,

"I don't know if they're zombies, Dean," he said, "I think... I think whenever the souls came up from Hell that they... they just..." You understood where he was coming from. You were about to respond, but Dean beat you to it.

"They what? Just jumped into the nearest body?" He said. You figured that if you wanted to speak, you had to do it fast.

"It makes sense," you said. "They're souls from hell. Those bodies probably aren't theirs." Dean nodded his head in understanding while Sam looked at you and your ankle with a worried expression. Today just wasn't your day.

First, your first love showed up out of nowhere. He had the nerves to bring back old memories of the two of you. Then, he betrayed you. Then, he killed someone you cared deeply about. One of your best friends accidentally shot you. Afterwards, he set a bunch of zombies on you and you broke your ankle. Well, technically the "zombie-like" creature did, but that's beside the point.

"Is that door really going to hold?" You ask. The way the barricaded it didn't look very stable. It looked like one push would cause the torch to fall and allow the ghosts to come barging in here.

"The doors are banded iron, so... I hope." Sam says. Dean paces around the room. You wanted to yell at him to knock it off and stay still, but then you wondered if it was calming him down.

"Chuck... He said, 'Welcome to the End.' What... What does that mean?"

"Maybe it means 'Welcome to the end'?" Dean gave you a Sam level bitch face before he continued pacing.

"Cas? Come on, man! Ideas! Can you smite our way out of here?" He asked.

"No. You saw them. I would be overwhelmed, Dean. I... I don't know. They... They're ghosts, technically. Maybe... Maybe we can burn their bones?" Cas suggested. You thought about it, but then you realized the flaw in that plan.

"Burn their bones? Cas, their bodies could be anywhere." Sam said. They needed to give Cas a break. He's hurting, Dean's hurting, Sam's hurting. Everybody's hurting.

"Great. So we go outside, we get ripped apart. We stay in here, w-what, starve to death?!" He says standing next to where your sitting.

"Well, I wouldn't starve." Way to go, Cas, for stating the obvious.

"Well, good for you. Good. Son of a bitch. Chuck. Man, I knew it." He said. You slightly winced as soon as Chuck's name was said, but luckily nobody noticed... except Sam. "I knew he would do something like this. He's always so squirrelly, you know, with the... with the... the robe and the beard and... the smile that's, like, half-nice, half I'm gonna rip your throat out. 'Oh, let me play you a song.' Ugh!" What Dean said was true. In the past, Chuck didn't seem as bipolar as he did today. It actually made you feel pretty uncomfortable when he yelled at Dean, then he smiled and snapped you guys back to the bunker. Your ankle began to feel uncomfortable.

"Damnit. I think my ankle is swelling," you say capturing Dean’s attention. He kneeled next to you so that he could help.

"Here, let me look at it,” He said as he tried to get a good look at your ankle.

"It's fine. I can- What the hell!" You yelled. You were no longer in the mausoleum with Sam, Dean, and Cas. You looked around the familiar room, and quickly recognized where you were. This was Chuck's living room, or at least it used to be before he disappeared in 2010. You knew this place all too well. You lived here with Chuck, as his assistant, before you knew monsters were real, before you knew Sam and Dean were real, and before Chuck told you his feelings for you were real. What a load of crap that was.

"Hey, Y/N," Chuck said. You finally notice him standing in front of you. "How are things?" You could feel your face becoming redder than the time Dean accidentally spilt beer all over you in public.

"You know damn well how things are." You said. You were not going to let him know how heartbroken you were. Although, him being God, he probably already knows.

"I know. When Sam shot you, I was angry too." He said casually.

"I'm not mad at Sam. I'm mad at you!" You yelled. Things with him weren't the same anymore. He left you too many times and his betrayal was too big.

"Okay, yeah. I admit that was pretty crazy."You looked at him with pure anger, before you somehow managed to get up. You struggled towards the door before Chuck worriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving." You say. You stop hopping toward the door and you have to hold on to something to not fall over. "I'm going back to my friends. I will crawl back to them if I have to because they actually care about me."

"You think I don't care about you?" Chuck asked with a confused frown as he makes his way towards you. You hold out your hand to tell him not to come any closer.

"I know you don't," You scoff. "If you did, you would have left us alone."

"Y/N," Chuck says seriously as he crossed his arms. It was the kind of look a parent gave their kid before they grounded them."I never toyed with your life. Do you really hate me that much?"

"Let me see," You pretend to think for a moment before speaking."You killed Jack, betrayed us all, and freed all the souls from hell. Take a guess."

"What about all the good moments we shared?"He said, ask though reminding you would convince you to stay. "Like when we went to the beach, or that Supernatural convention, or our first kiss?"

"You mean all those times you lied to my face?" You said trying to give him your best bitch face.

"Be reasonable, Y/N." He ordered. You would have slapped him if you didn't need to hold onto the wall for support. "Would I have ever given you a second glance if I didn't care about you?"

"Fuck you." You said turning towards the door. You missed the regretful look Chuck had at his words. You wouldn't have cared either way if you did see it.

"Y/N, wait." He said as he turned you around. "I'm sorry."

"You said that you've never toyed with my life, but every fucking second I've spent with you is you toying with my life." You snap.

"How?" He said. Did he not realize how messed up he's been to you?

"You made me fall in love you, only for you to go running to Becky when things didn't look so good for you. Then you came back to me and then disappeared for six years. It took a whole year for me to move on! I thought you died! Then you come back and make me fall in love with you again and then you left me again. Now you're back again, but what you did to Jack-" You said stopping before you could say any more.

"Y/N-" He said, Although you weren't finished.

"I wish I never met you." That seemed to get his attention because his expression went blank. After a second it turned dark. You'd be lying if you said it didn't terrify you. That look would probably look terrifying on anybody, but it would be nothing close to how it looked on Chuck. Most of the time you've seen him, he looked calm and happy. Now he not only looked pissed, but deadly as well. He raised his fingers to snap, but he didn't. Instead, He just stared angrily back at you before storming out the door instead.

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When Your Past Comes Knocking

Pairing: Dean x reader

Summary: A demon hunt goes bad and the boys learn something about your past.

Warnings: domestic violence and sexual assault

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Seemed like a standard demon hunt. Nothing you and the boys couldn't handle. That is until you realized there were more demons than you thought. You got separated from Sam and Dean and now you were alone in a room with just one demon left. He was stronger than you thought and even though you had killed three other demons in the room this one got the best of you. He held you against the wall by your throat.

"Well, well. What have we here. Think you can get the best of me you pathetic little human? I can see inside you. See the fear you bury deep in your heart." The demon said with a smirk.

"Fuck you! You blacked eyed dick!" You yell.

He slapped you hard across the face. "That's no way to talk to me. You will learn your manners. I guess I'll have to teach you just like Tom did. I can see how he broke you. It wouldn't take me nearly as long." He laughed a throaty laugh that sent chills down your spine. Just then Dean and Sam rush into the room with weapons raised. But the demon was quicker. Using his powers to hold them against the wall on either side of you. They struggled but couldn't break free.

He leaned close to you sniffing your hair and kissing along your jaw.

"Leave her alone you son of a bitch!" Dean yelled.

"Aww they don't know about Tom do they? Shall we tell them about him?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Fuck you cocksucker!" You yell. He punched you in the stomach and you gasped for breath. He let go of your throat while you were doubled over in pain. The boys were still struggling against the wall while you slowly reached for the holy water in your pocket.

"That was one of his favorite things to do right y/n? How many times did you lay on the floor gasping for air?" He leaned down and yanked your head up by your hair. You took this moment to douse him with holy water. As soon as it burned his skin Sam and Dean dropped to the ground free from his power. They both rushed toward him, but before they could get there he smoked out and the vessel he was in dropped to the ground. You lay on the floor sobbing. They both rushed to your side trying to soothe you the best they could. Once you were back at the motel you still hadn't spoken. You finally said. "I'm taking a shower then we should hit the bar. I could use a drink".

The boys exchanged a look but said nothing. You all head to the bar and after a few shots and two beers you were feeling better. Letting the hunt fade to the back of your mind. The boys didn't ask about what the demon said. Not wanting to push you. Music was playing and you were all laughing. Til that song started. It had to be that one, tonight of all nights. Metallica "Nothing Else Matters". You felt your breathing becoming shallow. Harder to breath. Soon you were struggling and got up from the table so quick your chair fell back. You didn't stop but rushed out to the parking lot. Sam threw money on the table and they both rushed out after you. They looked all around til they found you by the impala, you couldn't breathe and had tears streaming down your face. Dean rushed to you pulling you close and you felt his hand rubbing up and down your back. You eventually calmed down and they got you into the back seat of the impala. Once you were back to the motel Dean finally spoke up, "what was that y/n? Are you ok? You know you can talk to us about anything right?"

You just laid down on the bed fully clothed and drifted to sleep. Panic attacks always left you exhausted. The next morning you knew they wanted to talk, Sam came back with breakfast and you all sat in silence. Finally Dean spoke up. "Does your panic attack last night have anything to do with what the demon said?"

"Yes and no. It was the song but the demon brought all the feelings to the surface."

"Do you want to talk to us? I think it could help you," Sam said.

You took a deep breath, trying to keep the tears from breaking free. But they did, as they streamed down your face you started.

"Tom was my boyfriend, he was great for a while. Til he started wanting sex all the time. It started to not matter anymore if I wanted to or not. He would hit me if I said no, so I stopped saying no. It hurt every time but I just laid there. He told me when I cried it turned him on even more. He played the guitar and every time he finished hurting me he would play "our song". Nothing else matters. He would tell me how much he loved me and he couldn't live without me. I was with him for three years. I should have left but I was too weak!" You start sobbing again and they both rush to your side holding you.

"That son of a bitch! I'll kill him!"

"Dean don't, I've moved past it, or at least I thought I had." You say with a fresh wave of tears streaming down your face. They hold you til your tears have dried up and help you to bed. Dean lays next to you and reach out to hold his hand. Even though it's only the afternoon Dean stays with you. Dean hears you whimpering in you sleep and breathing heavy, he shakes your shoulder and you wake with a yelp. Dean pulls you close so your head is on his chest. He rubs your back til you fall back to sleep.

The next few weeks get easier. You and the boys finish more hunts and one day you get a tip about a demon kidnapping girls. You and the boys stake out the house and finally go in with your angel blades and demon knife ready. But what you didn't know is that it is a trap. As soon as you walk in all three of you are thrown against the wall. As you struggle a figure walks out of the shadows and your heart drops. Standing in front of you was him....Tom. Smirking at you.

"Tom?" You whisper and the boys turn their heads in your direction.

"Hey baby, I thought since our last meeting you would appreciate a little nostalgia." It was the demon. "I tracked him down and guess what, he's awake in here. And he's just as happy to see you as I am." He cups your cheek before slapping you hard. You could taste blood in your mouth. Then he grips your hair tight, jerking your head back before kissing you hard. When he pulls away you spit blood in his face, earning you a hard punch to the ribs. You can feel at least one break and you can't hold back the scream that escapes your lips.

"You know, I think I'll let Tom have control for a minute. He wants to say hi." With that he stands there a second before his face changes into the smirk you hate. "Y/n baby, I have missed you." He squeezes your jaw hard before roughly kissing your lips. His hands roam your body before he pulls back and rips open your shirt. He tears your bra off before grabbing your breast and squeezing as hard as he can. He doesn't let go and you are holding back a scream, refusing to give him what he wants. You can hear Dean and Sam yelling but your only focused on not crying. Keeping the tears at bay. When he finally let's go you are panting, trying to breathe through the pain. He continues to smile while his hand reaches between your legs, he starts squeezing there too and a tear slips down your face.

"Ah baby, you know that that does to me."

He pushes you to your knees while opening his pants. He takes his cock out rubbing it against your lips. You refuse to open your mouth and he punches you in the face. You spit blood out of your mouth again and he plugs your nose. When you can't take it anymore your mouth opens to gasp for breath. He takes the opportunity to shove himself in your mouth, hitting you in the back of the throat. You gag but he continues. While he is distracted you reach for the demon blade you have tucked in your waistband. While his eyes are still closed you stab the knife into his stomach, he flashes red and falls to the ground. You lay your head on the ground and sob. Sam and Dean rush to your side, as soon as they touch you scramble away raising the knife. When you recognize its them you let the knife fall before bringing your knees to your chest. You had forgotten they were there. They slowly reach for you and Dean takes his jacket off, wrapping it around your shoulders. They hug you from both sides while you continue sobbing. You can't stop crying and finally Dean reaches down, taking you in his arms before carrying you to the impala. He hands Sam the keys and sit in the backseat with you on his lap. You eventually cry yourself to sleep on him. He carries you into the motel room and lays you on the bed. Sam and Dean have a whispered conversation, trying to decide the best way to help you. They don't know how, but no matter what they are going to get you through this. The drive back to the bunker was silent. You can't look them in the eyes, afraid you'll only see pity there. They saw it all. That's all they would ever see when they looked at you. You stayed in your room at the bunker. Barely leaving, eating, sleeping. You won't talk, they see you completely shut down. You sit on your bed scratching your arm, you can't stop. The skin has long been broken but you continue on. Dean comes in to check on you and sees the blood dripping down your arm. He pulls you hand away calling your name but you barely hear him. It's like you're under water. Dean's calling for Sam but you're starring straight ahead. You barely notice that Dean is holding your hand away from your arm. You continue to scratch at nothing. They both keep trying to talk to you but nothing they say filters through. They call Cas and he's on his way, once he arrives he taps your head with his fingers and your are unconscious. He keeps his hand on your head trying to see what was going on.

"She's completely shut down. The trauma forced her into a dissociative state. We just need to be here and bring her out of it."

You wake up screaming again and Dean rushes into your room. He holds you close while you calm down.

"Y/n, please talk to me. I right here for whatever you need. I need you, I want to help you get back to being you."

"I...I just....I wish you didn't see me like that. Now you'll never look at me the same. I couldn't stand to see the look of pity in your eyes."

"Hey, hey, come on. I would never pity you. You are strong and amazing. You killed that demon. You found the strength to do it even with everything he did to you. You have no idea the strength I see in you. I know it's not the best time to tell you, but I love you. I've always loved you. Please let me help you."

You finally raise your eyes to look at him and you can see it. He means it all. You grab him and hold him tight. "I love you too Dean."

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Already Yours 24: Stranded

Story: Already Yours

Prompt 24/32: Stranded

Summary: You break down on the way to save Cas, and get picked up by a good samaritan. How…fortunate.

Words: 815

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    “Son!” Whap! “Of!” Thunk! “A!” Dun! “Bitch!”

No matter how hard you kick the car, though, it doesn’t magically start up again. ‘Son of a bitch’ is right. Of all the times for Dean to be too busy to pick up his fucking phone, it had to be now. He would know how to fix this. Maybe. And if he didn’t, you both would probably start arguing, which would release a little of this adrenaline. What you wouldn’t give for a greenhorn vampire and your machete right now.

The wind begins to rush and you zip your jacket all the way up, teeth starting to chatter reflexively. You look around at nothing but fields of farmland and can’t remember the last time you saw a car on this forsaken fucking road.

You take a few deep breaths to try and calm down. It works…a little. Despite the futility, you check your phone again. You called and texted Sam, Dean, Charlie, Claire, just about every hunter or hunter-adjacent person you know, and none of them have gotten back to you yet. Not even a ‘busy’ or ‘k’ (you’re looking at Claire specifically on that one) and that isn’t normal.

‘Gabriel, I know you’re busy, but I could really really really use a little help right now,’ you pray again. With the same results.

Fuck it. The car isn’t coming back but you’re only a few miles out from your destination anyways. Granted, approaching a potentially inhabited farm on foot makes you dumber than most horror movie protagonists, but most horror movie protagonists aren’t having waking nightmares of their boyfriend locked up in a cellar somewhere.

You breathe deep. Cas has to be fine. Cas is fine; he dove into hell itself and pulled Dean out; he’s survived archangels and demons and humanity and so much shit that you and Sam and Dean have pulled him into. If he’s been okay this far then he has to be okay now.

You’re leaning in your car, packing up every piece of weaponry you can feasibly carry, when headlights come down the road. It’s only dusk but they’re high and bright, and you quickly slip your blade into the bag just before the car stops next to you.

“Hey!” a man calls and leans out. You squint at him. He looks familiar somehow, but also doesn’t. After a few seconds you pinch the bridge of your nose and squeeze your eyes shut tight. You’re just being paranoid. It’s probably that he looks like every other random middle-aged man you’ve ever seen.

“Hi,” you say and approach the car, but keep a very cautious distance. No need to get sloppy now.

“Car broke down?” he asks.

“Yeah, it just–” The wind whips harder and you have to grab your hoodie to keep it from smacking into your head again. “Just won't start!” you have to yell the beat out the howling.

“I’m just up the road; you can come stay while the storm dies down!” he yells back. You hesitate, but nod, because staying here isn’t an option while this windstorm picks up. You go back to the car and lean in to grab your bag. As you prepare to stand, though, you happen to glance through the passenger window and see something you hadn’t before.

On a fencepost, you can barely make out a small engraving. A line of Enochian, etched into the wood.

Your gut churns and, though part of you really doesn’t want to know, you snag your glasses, the bag, and then hurry to get into the car even though it feels like your entire body is trying to propel you anywhere else.

You slam the door and breathe in the calm cab. Your ‘savior’ starts the truck up and you unfold the pair of glasses in your hands. “I’m so glad I found these,” you say. “I thought I lost them in the wind.”

“That storm is really kicking a fuss,” he says, just a touch too stilted and formal to be from the area. It makes sense when you put on the glasses and wings fill your vision. They’re not full like Cas’s but mostly broken and brittle, like how Cas described his wings before Gabriel restored him. Parts are full and almost fluffy, but they shift in colors from bright blue to sickly gray, like poison running down only to disappear where it would otherwise drip.

“Better?” he asks.

You force a sigh of relief. “It’s nice to be able to see again.”

“I bet,” he chuckles and his wings shift and move.

You turn your head and stare out the window to hide your flinching as those ragged, broken things seem to sharpen and stab into you. Considering Cas’s wings wrap around you on instinct, you can pretty well guess what this angel is thinking of.

‘Son of a bitch’ indeed.

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Omen 5

A/n: mentioned smut 

Link to Chapter 4 

Words: 1,777

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

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“Cause I just can't look. Its killing me and taking control. Jealousy, turning saints into the sea. Swimming through sick lullabies, choking on sick lullabies, choking on your alibis. But its just the price I pay. Destiny is calling me. Open up my eager eyes. 'Cause I'm Mr. Brightside.” ~The Killers

Gabriel followed Michael outside. This was the last thing that he really wanted to be doing and he knew that you were beyond furious! Michael stopped walking a few feet from the house and turned to face his little brother.

“So enlighten me...whats with the human?”

Gabriel frowned, mentally trying to keep himself calm so he didn't run his mouth.

“Her name is Y/n. I am with her because I love her that is all that you need to know.”

Michael shook his head.

“What has she done to you? Gabriel you are being more stubborn then normal. That is  a feat in itself.”

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

“I'm stubborn because all of the hell that I have been through lately. Its nothing that you would understand. She gets me.”

Michael looked like he could gag after hearing his brother's comment.

“Our family needs to stop with this whole Winchester attraction we seem to have!”

Gabriel snorted.

“You first.”

Right as Michael was about to make another snarky comment; he looked up to see you walking out of the house. Sam, Dean, and Cas were right behind you telling you to stop.

“Your little human looks angry.”

Gabriel turned seeing you getting into your car.

“Ya think? Jeez Michael, you sure are good about stating the obvious. Excuse me.”

You meanwhile, had just started your car when Gabriel appeared in the passenger seat.

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

You turned to face your boyfriend, who didn't look to pleased.

“Going on a drive. What are you doing here?”

Gabriel shrugged.

“Well hell I don't know. I see you throwing a tantrum and your brothers freaking out so makes me wonder.”

You took a breath for a moment before beginning to speak.

“I just need to clear my head.”

Gabriel held out his hand.

“Give me the keys.”

You didn't move to take the keys out of the ignition. Instead you sat silent for a few moments.

“Y/n?”

“I heard.”

You said. Gabriel leaned back.

“I don't see why you are so huffy. I'm trying to help stomach crazy Michael from taking over the world. I'm trying to show your brothers that I am no wimp or failure.”

You reached up tagging on your hair.

“What about me in all of this Gabe? Where do I stand or do I even apply to anything other then bed buddy? Because I sure as hell don't feel like it! You don't care how I felt when you didn't come through that rift...”

Gabriel held his hand up.

“Enough! You are not some common whore! Like I've told you many of times, I am trying to protect you! You are just making my life difficult.”

You got out of the car and started to walked back toward the house. Gabriel quickly got out of the car and started to walk after after you.

“Y/n! Don't walk away from me.”

You turned looking at Gabriel taking in his furious expression.

“Gabriel, if you want to have jackass over there be in your best friend for ever circle. Have at it! He just killed my brother and stabbed you. I don't give a good god damn it it was alternate Michael or not! You want to prove to my brothers that you aren't a wimp? Well here they are! Knock yourself out! But don't worry about me! Don't take my feelings into any form of consideration. I am just some weak human that can't handle anything.”

You turned away walking back into the house leaving Sam and Dean staring between the two of you. Michael was looking awkwardly at the ground himself. Sure, you and Gabriel argued like cats and dogs at points but this had to be one of your worst arguments yet!

Gabriel stood motionless for a few moments. Sam and Dean was looking at the archangel. Dean held up a hand.

“I am going to make a comment here. Gabe, I didn't really expect you two jumping down each others throats.”

Gabriel groaned.

“Yeah, I never did either.”

Gabriel felt guilty right away. You were right and he knew it. He should have talked to you. You did deserve that. Maybe his over protectiveness was actually becoming something of a threat?

“I'm going to go try to talk to her.”

Gabriel mumbled before walking back into the house. Walking into the bedroom that you had been staying in, he sighed seeing you sitting on the bed with your knees drawn up to your chest. He stood watching you for a few moments before sitting on the bed.

Gabriel gave you a bit to start talking. If you wanted to fuss, yell, or scream he would sit and listen to you. He should have listened to all of your pain when you tried originally. The last thing that he should have done was just tell you to relax and everything would be fine. How was you supposed to believe that? The last time that he had, Gabriel had ended up with an angel blade in his body.

After waiting a few moments, Gabriel wrapped his wings around you pulling you close.

“I'm sorry, sugar.”  

You sat quietly but didn't object to the gentle caresses that Gabriel was giving you.

“Y/n, please. I know that you are disappointed. I get it. If you will just talk to me, I promise to listen!”

You looked up slowly. Gabriel was upset with himself. He reminded you of the archangel that had been drug into the bunker by Arthur Ketch.  

“I just don't want you around Michael. He scares me.”

Gabriel forced a smile.

“Nothing scares, my princess.”

You chuckled before becoming serious again.

“You're funny but yes he does. Gabe, its hard for me to trust a guy who killed my twin and you. It also doesn't help that the freak job is running around in my father's body. There is also the fact that he insulted us”

Gabriel reached down pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“And I am not going to put up with that! If he opens his mouth I am going to be shutting him down. He isn't going to be around you without me there. Michael won't stick around. Its not his style. I promise sweetheart, everything will be fine.”

You sat quietly a moment longer before eagerly pushing Gabriel back on the bed. He seemed a little shocked when you pounced on him and crammed your lips to his. His arms went around you, deepening the kiss.

“Guess we are still friends?”

Gabriel asked as you pulled away to breathe.

“Yeah, we are still friends. Why don't you use some of your grace to remove all of these layers of fabric? We can go for round two?”

Gabriel immediately looked like a kid at Christmas.

“You have the right guy underneath you for that!”

Meanwhile,

Dean sat at the table watching Sam play chess with Jack while Jody went out to get stuff for dinner. Michael sat awkwardly silent and still on the couch. He knew that Dean was watching him like a hawk. It wasn't like Michael wanted to be there but he wanted to see what he could do to get rid of his doppleganger that was trying to ruin everything.

The moment there was a loud crash and giggling from upstairs, Sam and Dean looked up before making gagging motions at each other. Jack didn't even bother looking up from his chess game.

“I believe that Jody's cat broke something.”

Michael said dryly. Dean laughed.

“That would be your brother breaking my sister.”

It took Michael all of  seconds to comprehend what Dean was saying. His expression went to sure disgust.

“Disgusting!”

Dean laughed hard.

“Whats the matter Michael? Are you too good to find a human girl and bang her?”

Michael rolled his eyes.

'Yes, I am. If my brother wants to copulate with a human that is his own business. It appears that my opinion doesn't matter to him.”

Sam meanwhile, was giving Dean a cold expression. The last thing that he wanted for Jack to hear any of this! He didn't need to hear about his uncle and most likely “aunt to be” screwing each other.

Dean was gagging inside over Michael's wording. He could have made some comment as simple as I don't want to hear it, know it, whatever! Instead, he had to go with some blunt biblical sounding sentence.

“Okay, that's enough.”

Dean snapped awkwardly. After another crash, Michael stood quickly.

“That's it! I can't stand this no longer! If Gabriel knows what good for him he will not get her pregnant! One nephilim is enough!”

Michael stomped out of the room to stand awkwardly outside.

Meanwhile back upstairs....

Gabriel continued to thrust into you lazily. His fingers were running through your hair as he sucked at your neck. You knew that you were going to be littered with love bites but you didn't give a damn.

“If you want to freak Michael out, you could always wear your hair up. Let him see what I've done to your neck.”

You chuckled at the snarky tone in your lover's voice.

“And you are reading my mind.”

Gabriel laughed as he withdrew and pulled you into his arms.

“Wanted to make sure that I did a good job. I know that you were moaning my name but your mind is like my person suggestion box.”

Rolling your eyes, you snuggled against his chest.

“I was screaming your name, Gabe.”

“I have a talent of making you do that, eh?”

Gabriel twirled his fingers in your hair before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Go to sleep, sugar. You have time to take a nap before Jody comes back from the store. Wan drive Michael nuts later. You know...making out on the couch or any available surface so he has to watch.”

You yawned no longer fighting the smile from forming on your face.

“You are going to scar your nephew.”

Gabriel shrugged.

“Kid needs to get out of the line of fire.”

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[cruella-de-liv]

The Fighter

This imagine is based off of The Fighter by The Fray, and is part of Castiel’s Playlist, hope you enjoy! (Also not my gif)

Characters: Casxreader, Sam and Dean Winchester, Raphael mentioned 

Warnings: swearing, some violence, kidnapping, blood, supernatural stuff

Here’s the song if ya wanna listen :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vv5LEuJJ-f0

“Okay guys, serious question, sweet and spicy chili or nacho cheese?” you questioned the brothers, holding up the bags of doritos for display. The three of you had just finished a very long, very draining hunt and were now shopping for snacks for a well deserved movie night. You were hoping Cas would come around, but none of you had heard from him much since the whole Raphael issue began. You knew he had a lot on his plate, but you missed having him around. The boys bickering over which flavor was superior distracted all of you from three people entering the small shop. Once they all stopped in front of you, blocking your way to the exit, you decided it was time to interrupt the argument. “Uhh… guys?” you said, backing up to them facing your new company. “Um.. hey there fellas… register’s that way,” Dean said, laughing slightly. His smile dropped when the angel blades appeared from their sleeves. “Son of a bitch,” he mutters, throwing all the food he had been holding back on the shelf and reaching for a weapon. As the fight broke out, it donned on you all that none of you had a weapon that would have an effect of an angel. You fought relying on only your fists, when finally the angel caught your arm, twisted you around, and pressed the blade to your throat. Once the other two angels noticed this, they ceased their fighting with the Winchesters and returned to the third angel’s side. Sam and Dean scrambled to their feet, but made no advancements when they saw your predicament. “Tell Castiel that Raphael sends his regards,” the angel smirked. You shook your head as much as you could with the knife against your skin. “No, no, guys please tell him not to-” you begged, but with the flap of wings, the Winchesters were left alone.

“How could you let this happen?” Castiel questioned angrily, pacing through the motel room where Sam and Dean currently resided. Dean ran an exasperated hand down his face, while Sam bounced his knees anxiously. “We weren’t prepared, man. We’ll get her back, we’ll just bust in, blast them with the sigil and get her,” Dean tried to calm the seraph, but Castiel only shook his head. “No, I will get her back. This is my fight, and I don’t need any more of you in danger because of me,” he insisted. “She didn’t want you to go, Cas. She specifically said to tell you not to go,” Sam interjected, but Cas ignored him. He commanded the Winchesters to stay put, and that Y/N would be there shortly. Before the brothers could protest, Castiel was gone.

Castiel stood outside an abandoned warehouse outside Atlanta, Georgia. He had heard, he assumed purposely, that this is where Y/N was taken. He can feel the presence of angels inside. The angel twirls his blade in his fingers nervously. His confidence in himself to take down every angel inside, save Y/N, and get them both back to Sam and Dean was low. Castiel was aware how Y/N felt towards him, he could feel her longing for him from his safe distance outside the warehouse. However, he had never mentioned this to her, and now he may never get the chance. With one deep breath, Castiel heads inside, determined to get Y/N home safe, whatever it takes.

The angels shoved you roughly into a chair, pulling your hands behind your back and securing them tightly. You appeared to be in an abandoned warehouse, though whereabouts, you had no idea. “How do you even know Castiel will come for her?” one of the angels whispered to the woman who appeared to be the leader. She just smirked in your direction, but said nothing. “Well,” you interrupted, “if we’re gonna be spending some time together, don’t you think I should at least know your names?” The angel rolled her eyes, but still said, “I am Arariel, and this is Jophiel. That is all you need to know.” You fake pouted. “Aw, bummer, I was really hoping to find out what your favorite pizza topping is before Sam and Dean come and blast your asses back to heaven.” You sassed. In reality, you were frightened of the angels. You knew they were powerful, and you knew that there was no way Cas was going to be able to fight them all off. So, the only solution would be to escape before he showed up, but seeing as there were six angels between you and the door, your chances were looking slim. Arariel walked toward you slowly, before lifting her hand and clenching her fist. Suddenly, it felt like all the oxygen had been ripped from your body. You gasped violently, trying desperately to regain air in your lungs, but to no avail. Your vision started to become cloudy when you saw a bright light emitting from outside the doorway. Arariel releases her hold, causing you to inhale as much as you could and cough vehemently. Through your teary eyes, you see Castiel stumble into the doorway, covered in blood that you hope is not his own. “Cas…” you choke out, and you make eye contact. His shoulders slump slightly, and his eyes soften from soldier Castiel mode to just Cas, but only for a moment. Jophiel springs on Cas, angel blade in hand, and Arariel is not slow to follow. You struggle to free yourself as you watch the fight, but it is futile. You watch as Castiel plunges his blade into Jophiel, a white light diffusing from his eyes and mouth, before the empty vessel falls to the floor. You then notice Arariel on the ground as well, eyes closed. Your eyes dart between the two bodies, to Cas’s panting form, finally allowing tears to slip, causing you to drop your head. Cas says nothing but staggers towards you, kneeling behind you and beginning to untie your hands. Just as he is almost done, you lift your eyes, only to find the spot where Arariel’s body was empty. “Cas-” you begin, but are interrupted by Arariel’s cry as she slashes the blade at Castiel. Cas spun just in time for the blade to tear through his shirt and across his torso, his grace shining bright for a moment before he falls to the floor, blade beside him.

“Cas!” you call out, finally pulling your hands free. In one swift movement, you swoop down and collect Castiel’s blade, swinging it up and stabbing it into Arariel. You pull the blade out and watch her fall to the ground, before dropping it carelessly to the side and rushing to Cas. He was laying on his back, his hands pressed over the gash, blood seeping through his fingers. “C’mon, Cas, c’mon, lets get out of here,” you whisper, afraid to speak any louder. You wrap your arm around his shoulder and attempt to pull him up to a seated position, but cease your efforts immediately when he grunts in pain. “No, Y/N, you have to go,” he croaks, placing a trembling hand on your cheek, which you cover with your own hand. You shake your head, tears falling freely. “No, no, Cas! Not without you. Please,” you beg, hearing the footsteps of more angels approaching rapidly. Both of you knew Castiel didn’t have enough grace in him to get both of you home. You knew only one of you would be going home. In a burst of desperation, you lean down and press your lips to his. It was salty with your tears and rushed, but you could see in his eyes when you pulled away that he didn’t mind. Just before the army entered the room, Cas put his hand on your head, and suddenly you were outside the motel room. Sam and Dean swung the door open and were met with the sight of you: teary-eyed, covered in blood, and alone.

You had no idea when, or if, you would ever see Castiel again.

[angelkurenai]

Never say never - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Never say never

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader (almost)

Word Count: —

Warnings: Season 12 finale spoilers

Summary: After the tragic events that took place you are having a hard time keeping yourself together. Dean tries to help you, despite his own pain, to stand on your feet again even if his doubts and fears get the best of him.

A/N: Tryin’ to put into words how I felt after the season finale. I mean gosh, as if not the series finale of TVD was not enough I had to go through that now?! The title is about the song I heard both times after the finales.

To say you felt empty would be a huge understatement. You felt void. You felt numb. Wait- did you feel anything in the first place? The only thing you had been doing was stare at the wall right in front of you. Your yes were tired, they were stinging and at the same time felt dry. You wished you could cry, you wished you had any more tears to shed but you were just... dry. You didn't have any more to shed. You didn't even have the energy to cry, the pain in your chest made it feel like there was a hole right there that wouldn't let you do a single thing.

“(Y/n)?” the voice was hoarse and you were sure that if you tried to speak that's how yours would sound as well. Key word: tried. But you weren't going to. It felt like you had lost your voice as well after all the screaming and pleading. Pleading for someone to hear, someone to do something. But nobody did a single thing.

And as that Castiel was still gone.

“Sweetheart?” the voice spoke again and as soon as you felt a hand on your shoulder that was when you blinked. You turned your head slowly to look at Dean standing there with a tray of food.

“Are you alright?” he whispered, deep frown on as he set the food on your nightstand. He realized that the mere question was stupid in the first place so he sighed and shook his head.

“Did you get any sleep?” he whispered, sitting next to you and you only looked down. He sighed in disappointment, running a hand down his face.

“(Y/n) you can't keep going like this, sweetheart. If you don't eat something and take some shut eye you- you're gonna fall down at some point.” he brought a hand up and cupped your cheek. The hand felt so warm in comparison to your fairly cool cheek.

“So what?” you said in a low hoarse voice and he frowned. His eyes too were red, dark circles there too but not as bad as yours “What difference would it make Dean?”

“(Y/n), please.” he cupped your face with both his hands now and rested his forehead against yours “I can't bare this.” he said in a whisper, as if wanting you to be the only one to hear it; not even he himself.

“And I?” you got slightly angry more tears – much to your surprise – welled up in your eyes “How can I take it, Dean? How can I keep going knowing Castiel is-” you choked, shutting your eyes as you felt the wave of grief wash over you once more. You sobbed, your body started shaking uncontrollably once more.

“No, no hey- hey please. Please don't do this to me now.” Dean's voice cracked and even if you didn't realize it, this- you crying like this broke him worse than anything else.

“I- I can't do this Dean.” you choked out as you fisted his shirt in your hands. You buried your face in his chest and he wrapped his arms firmly around him as you curled on his lap.

“I can't keep going Dean. I- I just can't.” your voice was trembling as you were shaking in his arms, Dean trying to do his best to soothe you down.

“No, princess please no.” he buried his face at the crook of your neck “We're going to get him back. We'll get him back, (Y/n). We will get him back.”

“But he' gone Dean! He's gone!” you screamed, pushing him away as tears streamed down your face “He's... gone.” you whimpered as you spoke in a low voice “And we can't get him back. We can't...”

“But we will. I promise you this. We are going to get him back.” he held your face in his hands and said as firmly as he could.

“How?” you choked out “How will we Dean? Lucifer stabbed him- He- he killed him.” you whispered, shutting your eyes momentarily as you remembered the moment you saw the glow in Castiel's eyes and chest when the angel blade pierced right through him. You wouldn't let go of his body for hours after that, screaming and pleading for him to open his eyes.

“He's gone.” you felt like throwing up at the words so you only crashed right back into Dean's arms.

“No- not for good, (Y/n). How many times have Sam and I died but came back? So will Cas, sweetheart. He's a Winchester, death is our bitch. Forgot that?” he tried to give you a smile but it was weak and as soon he heard you sob it broke just like his heart.

“But what if- if he doesn't, Dean? What if-” your voice was trembling and Dean tried to shush you.

“No, no hey. We're not thinking like that just- look at me, (Y/n).” he whispered forcing you to lock eyes with his “He will be back. We will get him back, even if it is the last thing I'll do.”

“He's- he's all I've got, D.” you whimpered and Dean had never tried harder in his life to fight the tears back “I can't- we can't keep going without him.” you sobbed and he brushed away the tears with his thumb.

“You won't have to, (Y/n). I promise you, we will get Castiel back. You... will get him back.” he gave you a small squeeze and you took in a shaky breath as your lower lip trembled. You wished you could say something about Mary too, you wished you could have the mind to think about her too because she was gone and you knew it was just too much for Dean but at the moment your grieving for Castiel left no room for anything else. Besides there was always a high chance that she could be alive while Cas was-

“I need him back, Dean. I just- I need- I need him here.” you whispered as you held onto him as if you held onto dear life.

“He will be back, I promise you (Y/n).” he breathed out as he wrapped his arms more tightly around your shoulders, shutting his eyes to ignore the pang in his chest.

It was a kind of pain that wasn't brought only by Mary's absence. It wasn't brought by only Castiel's death. It wasn't brought only by seeing you break in front of him – that alone sometimes was enough to tear him apart. But it wasn't only those things. It was your words, and the realization that came with them.

~*~

“Did she fall asleep?” Sam asked, not even looking at his brother as the older Winchester came to sit in front of him.

“Yeah... cried herself to sleep.” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. The long pause that followed made Sam look up from his computer. None of them were exactly well these days but Sam got himself occupied with finding a way to get both Mary and Castiel back so he was at least better than you and better than his brother that seemed to be slowly crumbling down.

“Are you alright?” he asked with a small frown and Dean didn't even look at him.

“Should I be?” Dean clenched his jaw, speaking a little more harshly than he should have.

“You know what I mean, Dean.” the younger man sighed and Dean shook his head, looking up for a second. Tears welled up in his eyes but as before he forced them down.

“Thought that-” he paused pursing his lips for a moment “Thought that at least in her sleep she'd calm down somehow but- she kept calling out to him even in her sleep Sam. She-” he clenched his jaw as he ran down his face a frustrated hand.

“What does that mean, Dean?” Sam frowned “You think that-”

“I don't know what to think anymore, Sammy. Hell, I don't even know if I want to think about that anymore. I just- We have to get them back. That's the only thing I am sure about now.” he sighed and Sam could clearly see him try to bottle his feelings down once more.

“Dean-” Sam spoke up softly before his brother could leave “She's not herself now, man. Just give her some time, she'll come around soon.”

“Yeah” was the only thing that Dean mumbled but Sam could see it. He was trying to believe it himself, he was trying to think that what Sam said was real. But above all he wanted to think that this would be over soon and that's you'd be there to wrap your arms around him, to smile at him and tell him those three little words that meant so much to him but was never able to say back. Why?

Because you were only friends.

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We’re Family

Request:  Could you write one where the reader knows about supernatural things and lves in the bunker but isn’t a hunter and is happy just doing research but one day her, Dean, Sam and Cas are kidnapped and the demon touches her while she’s crying and they watch and then hurts her and stuff but fluffy ending where they take care of her because we would all want TFW to take care of us thank you sorry for it being long!

Pairing: Sam x Dean x Cas x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Some language and light torture

A/N: So definitely not my best work and I’m sorry for that but I’m trying to get back into writing soooooooo please give in a chance!

This was your own fault really. You know you shouldn’t have gone outside. Sam, Dean, hell even Cas told you not to, told you that it wasn’t safe. Not on this hunt, not while they weren’t here. You were going to listen to them too. Were going to stay in the bunker and do research for the boys while they actually did the hunting.

That was until you got a call from Dean asking you a question. Admittedly you did not know the answer, which you were proud to say doesn’t happen often, but you knew where to find the answer.  The library just down the street. You knew which book on which shelf and figured the trip would take you no more than a half an hour. How much could actually happen in a half an hour?

The answer is: a lot. You hadn’t even made it to the library before a large dark figure walked in front of your path and started walking right towards you. Trying to be cautious you took a few steps back before turning around, deciding you could circle back around without having to interact with this man only to see that he was there as well, a mere few feet in front of you.

Immediately your hand was in your bag, looking for a flask of holy water, gun, or silver knife, anything to protect yourself. Before you could find anything, however, the mysterious figure had raised its hand and struck it down effectively putting you out like a light. - You awoke to being hung from your hands bound above your head and your feet tied together so that your toes just barley grazed the floor.

Your head felt heavy as you slowly lifted it up so you could look at your surroundings only to stop as you met a pair of brown eyes look at you in great concern.

“Sam?” Your voice was weak and horse as you struggled to understand what was happening.

You could see his shoulders relax in relief as he slumped back in his chair, the rag shoved in his mouth keeping him from speaking to you.

“Y/N” another voice spoke sending your gaze shooting in their direction. Cas stood at the very edge of a ring of fire with the same look of concern that Sam had had.

“Cas what is happening?”

“How’d you get here. How’d he get in the bunker? The warding did it fail?” Cas was firing off questions at a thousand words a second, worried about the sanctity of the Winchesters bunker.

“No no no Cas he didn’t come into the bunker I left it”

Muffled shouts brought your attention back to Sam who was shooting you angry looks.

“I’m sorry but I just needed another book for research” You tried to explain yourself but could see that Sam wasn’t having any of it.

“Y/N we told you not to leave the bunker” Clearly Cas wasn’t either.

“I know Cas” You sighed “I just didn’t think it was a big deal”

“Well clearly you were wrong” Cas said angrily to you, his jaw locked.

“Look  guys its no big deal Dean will come and get us and you can all scold me about it later”

You watched as Sam’s shoulders slumped in defeat and his gaze fall to floor making you look at Cas in confusion. “Right?”

You could see Cas’ adams apple bob as he swalled. “ he took Dean away a half an hour ago” Cas’s voice was hallow as he looked at Sam almost sympathetically “we haven’t seen Dean since”

You felt your jaw drop as the reality of your situation set in. “You mean we’re stuck” No one answered you sending fear down your spine.

You all sat in silence for a brief moment before a new voice broke it “Ahh my new play things awake”

You picked up your head once again to meet the gaze of the new man who had entered the room, a wicked grin on his face and pitch black eyes starting back at you.

The man slowly approached your, twirling a large knife in his hand before letting it come to a rest on your cheek. You could feel your body shaking as he grinned at you, the stench of sulfur filing your nostril as he bent down until his face was inches from your own. You could hear Sam’s muffled shouts from across the room as he tried desperately to protect you.

The whole building suddenly began to shake as there were an earthquake causing the demon to sigh and take a step back  “Cassie cassie cassie” Slowly he began to approach Cas with the angel blade stretched out in front of him. Slowly the shaking began to subside as the angel glared at him. “You try something like that again and this blade goes through your abdomen” He threatened.

You could feel your chest heave as you took in quick deep breathes and looked at Cas in complete desperation. Part of you wishing him to not do something like that again yet another part of your willing him to free you.

The demon backed away from Cas and looked back at you, chuckling before saying “You know I think there’s someone else who would love to see this” before leaving the room.

Immediately your gaze was back on Cas “Please” You pleaded with the angel, a lump collecting in your throat as you knew he was your only hope “Please help me Cas”

Cas opened his mouth, more sympathy in his eyes than you had ever seen on a person before "I-I I can’t” He stuttered out “I’m sorry but I can’t break the circle “ You quickly clenched your jaw and looked at the floor avoiding both of their gazes. You weren’t going to cry, you weren’t going to cry because these boys have been through much worse. If they can stand several beatings then you could handle this but damnit you couldn’t stop tears from dripping down your cheeks.

“What give up on torturing me already?” You could hear Dean’s voice come from down the hallway, fake bravery very evident in it.

Quickly you wiped your tears on your arm and looked up just in time to see Dean being rolled into the room on a wheelchair he was tied to.

The eldest Winchester had seen better days. Where Sam had no scratches on him Dean was covered in them, a few dark purple bruises covered his face and blood dripped down from his nose. Yet still a smile was on his face as he kept up the phased of having the upper hand in this situation.

He opened his mouth, ready to let another smartass comment loose when the smile dropped as he saw you.

The demon grinned as Dean fell silent sending you a quick wink that sent a shiver up your spine.

“here we’ll give you a good view” he said, putting Dean right next to Sam before approaching you again.

“You touch a single hair on her head and I swear to god I will-“ Deans voice was deeper than you had ever heard it before.

“You’ll what” The demon chuckled, interrupting dean “what’re you going to do from that chair Dean? What can you do?”

Dean clenched both his jaw  and fist as he sat as far forward in the seat as the restraints would allow.

“What would you do if I were to do something like” He spoke slowly and calmly as he approached you, a grin on his face “this” and with a fluid movement made a thin swipe beneath your cheek bone.

You couldn’t help but let tears roll down your cheeks once again not in pain but in sheer terror.

“That’s enough!” You could hear the power in Cas’s voice as he all but yelled.

“She is rather beautiful” the demon spoke softly, ignoring the boys remarks, as he brushed some hair from your face with the blade. “I can see why you keep her around. A nice blank canvas” and with that he made another cut on your face.

“Get the hell off of her you scumbag or I’ll send your ass straight to purgatory” Dean tried threatening again though you could hear his voice starting to fail.

“No I think we’re going to have some fun” He said happily before releasing your arms.

Immediately you were throwing punches blindly at his face, not sure if you were hitting anything. You could hear the boys yelling, what you weren’t sure but you weren’t paying attention, desperate to gain the upper hand.

All to fast the demon was on top of you though, zip tying your hands together once again until you were lying incapacitated on the floor.

“Nice try bitch” he spit at you, sending a hard kick in your stomach making you curl up in pain. “Try. Something. Like. That. Again. And I. will. End. You” He spoke while kicking you between each word. Each breath sent sharp pains through your body as you tried to catch your breath.

“Now you’re coming with me” He spat again before grabbing your hair and dragging you towards the hallway.

“No!” You screamed, desperately grabbing at anything within your reach “No please! No!”

You could faintly hear the boys screaming after you but couldn’t make any of it out as the pounding in your head blocked out all noise.

You made eye contact with Cas, the only one not yelling. “Please” The words just barley escaped your lips.

You could feel the building shake, much harder than before making everyone fall silent. The demon quit dragging out, looking back at Cas with what you would call fear in his eyes.

One small crack in the floor and Cas was on top of the demon before you could even blink, laying punch after punch on the mans face.

You were desperate to crawl away, using your feet to push yourself against the wall before wrapping your arms around your knees.

You could feel you’re your body shaking as you stared off into space. He was going to kill you, going to torture you, stab you, punch you, make you wish you were dead before killing you. You almost died.

“Y/N” You heard your name being spoken softly drawing your attention up to Sam.

Next to him Dean was yelling at Cas and the demon, still trying to get free of his constraints but Sam was only looking at you. “Y/N you’re safe”

You shook your head before dropping your gaze again. We’re you safe? Did that really just happen? Or was it a dream? Surly it wasn’t real, that kind of stuff happened to the boys not you.

“Y/N look at me” Sam spoke again, a tranquil voice in room of shouting and violence. “Y/N we wouldn’t have let anything happen to you, you’re safe now” You could feel the lump make its appearance again. You took deep breathes desperate to keep your tears at bay but it was all in vain. Tears slid down your cheeks as your body shook.

“Y/N I need you to come here and untie me”

You licked your lips and nodded. Slowly pushing yourself to your feet you hobbled over to Sam and quickly untied the ropes. Immediately he stood up and wrapped his arms around you, pushing your face into his chest.

His scent is what got you. The familiar mix of gunpowder and level hitting you and telling you you were safe, truly safe. And so you let go, letting sobs rack your body.

Sam hugged your tighter, pulling you into him as you stood there, wetting his shirt with your tears. - You awoke on your bed in the bunker, not remembering how you had gotten here. You couldn’t help but notice that your ribs no longer hurt sending a panic through you. Was it all a dream? Did it really happen?

Your breathing quickened as you started to hyperventilate and in an instant Dean was by your side, grabbing your hand and putting his other one on your shoulder. “Deep breaths sweetheart” His voice was calm and deep as you curled into his side “Do it with me” he said before taking in a long, deep breath, holding it for a bit, then slowly letting it out. You did the same, both of you breathing until you finally had the rhythm back to normal.

No later Sam walked in, balancing a bowl of hot soup on a tray, a grin on his face once he saw you were awake, “How ya feeling?”

“I’m alright” you shrugged “Not in any pain”

You could feel Dean tense as you said the word pain but he didn’t get up, just held you a little tighter.

“Yeah Cas healed you”

Before anyone could speak any further the angle himself was standing at the foot of your bed. “Oh good you’re awake”

In an instant you were up and wrapping your arms around the man, squeezing him tightly. “Thank you Cas”

The angel seemed taken aback for a moment but nevertheless hugged you in return. After a brief moment you pulled away from Cas, making eye contact with the other two “thank you all of you. I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened-“

You didn’t get a chance to finish before Sam cut you off “You don’t need to thank us Y/N” He said, approaching you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re family” Dean finished with a smile on his face as a similar one grew on your own.

Without even thinking you pulled them all into a hug, crushed between three giants, your three giants.

“We do need to talk about you leaving the bunker when we told you not to though”

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We’re Family

Request:  Could you write one where the reader knows about supernatural things and lves in the bunker but isn’t a hunter and is happy just doing research but one day her, Dean, Sam and Cas are kidnapped and the demon touches her while she’s crying and they watch and then hurts her and stuff but fluffy ending where they take care of her because we would all want TFW to take care of us thank you sorry for it being long! Pairing: Sam x Dean x Cas x Reader (Plutonic) Warnings: Some language and light torture A/N: So definitely not my best work and I’m sorry for that but I’m trying to get back into writing soooooooo please give in a chance!

This was your own fault really. You know you shouldn’t have gone outside. Sam, Dean, hell even Cas told you not to, told you that it wasn’t safe. Not on this hunt, not while they weren’t here. You were going to listen to them too. Were going to stay in the bunker and do research for the boys while they actually did the hunting.

That was until you got a call from Dean asking you a question. Admittedly you did not know the answer, which you were proud to say doesn’t happen often, but you knew where to find the answer.  The library just down the street. You knew which book on which shelf and figured the trip would take you no more than a half an hour. How much could actually happen in a half an hour?

The answer is: a lot. You hadn’t even made it to the library before a large dark figure walked in front of your path and started walking right towards you. Trying to be cautious you took a few steps back before turning around, deciding you could circle back around without having to interact with this man only to see that he was there as well, a mere few feet in front of you.

Immediately your hand was in your bag, looking for a flask of holy water, gun, or silver knife, anything to protect yourself. Before you could find anything, however, the mysterious figure had raised its hand and struck it down effectively putting you out like a light. - You awoke to being hung from your hands bound above your head and your feet tied together so that your toes just barley grazed the floor.

Your head felt heavy as you slowly lifted it up so you could look at your surroundings only to stop as you met a pair of brown eyes look at you in great concern.

“Sam?” Your voice was weak and horse as you struggled to understand what was happening.

You could see his shoulders relax in relief as he slumped back in his chair, the rag shoved in his mouth keeping him from speaking to you.

“Y/N” another voice spoke sending your gaze shooting in their direction. Cas stood at the very edge of a ring of fire with the same look of concern that Sam had had.

“Cas what is happening?”

“How’d you get here. How’d he get in the bunker? The warding did it fail?” Cas was firing off questions at a thousand words a second, worried about the sanctity of the Winchesters bunker.

“No no no Cas he didn’t come into the bunker I left it”

Muffled shouts brought your attention back to Sam who was shooting you angry looks.

“I’m sorry but I just needed another book for research” You tried to explain yourself but could see that Sam wasn’t having any of it.

“Y/N we told you not to leave the bunker” Clearly Cas wasn’t either.

“I know Cas” You sighed “I just didn’t think it was a big deal”

“Well clearly you were wrong” Cas said angrily to you, his jaw locked.

“Look  guys its no big deal Dean will come and get us and you can all scold me about it later”

You watched as Sam’s shoulders slumped in defeat and his gaze fall to floor making you look at Cas in confusion. “Right?”

You could see Cas’ adams apple bob as he swalled. “ he took Dean away a half an hour ago” Cas’s voice was hallow as he looked at Sam almost sympathetically “we haven’t seen Dean since”

You felt your jaw drop as the reality of your situation set in. “You mean we’re stuck” No one answered you sending fear down your spine.

You all sat in silence for a brief moment before a new voice broke it “Ahh my new play things awake”

You picked up your head once again to meet the gaze of the new man who had entered the room, a wicked grin on his face and pitch black eyes starting back at you.

The man slowly approached your, twirling a large knife in his hand before letting it come to a rest on your cheek. You could feel your body shaking as he grinned at you, the stench of sulfur filing your nostril as he bent down until his face was inches from your own. You could hear Sam’s muffled shouts from across the room as he tried desperately to protect you.

The whole building suddenly began to shake as there were an earthquake causing the demon to sigh and take a step back  “Cassie cassie cassie” Slowly he began to approach Cas with the angel blade stretched out in front of him. Slowly the shaking began to subside as the angel glared at him. “You try something like that again and this blade goes through your abdomen” He threatened.

You could feel your chest heave as you took in quick deep breathes and looked at Cas in complete desperation. Part of you wishing him to not do something like that again yet another part of your willing him to free you.

The demon backed away from Cas and looked back at you, chuckling before saying “You know I think there’s someone else who would love to see this” before leaving the room.

Immediately your gaze was back on Cas “Please” You pleaded with the angel, a lump collecting in your throat as you knew he was your only hope “Please help me Cas”

Cas opened his mouth, more sympathy in his eyes than you had ever seen on a person before "I-I I can’t” He stuttered out “I’m sorry but I can’t break the circle “ You quickly clenched your jaw and looked at the floor avoiding both of their gazes. You weren’t going to cry, you weren’t going to cry because these boys have been through much worse. If they can stand several beatings then you could handle this but damnit you couldn’t stop tears from dripping down your cheeks.

“What give up on torturing me already?” You could hear Dean’s voice come from down the hallway, fake bravery very evident in it.

Quickly you wiped your tears on your arm and looked up just in time to see Dean being rolled into the room on a wheelchair he was tied to.

The eldest Winchester had seen better days. Where Sam had no scratches on him Dean was covered in them, a few dark purple bruises covered his face and blood dripped down from his nose. Yet still a smile was on his face as he kept up the phased of having the upper hand in this situation.

He opened his mouth, ready to let another smartass comment loose when the smile dropped as he saw you.

The demon grinned as Dean fell silent sending you a quick wink that sent a shiver up your spine.

“here we’ll give you a good view” he said, putting Dean right next to Sam before approaching you again.

“You touch a single hair on her head and I swear to god I will-“ Deans voice was deeper than you had ever heard it before.

“You’ll what” The demon chuckled, interrupting dean “what’re you going to do from that chair Dean? What can you do?”

Dean clenched both his jaw  and fist as he sat as far forward in the seat as the restraints would allow.

“What would you do if I were to do something like” He spoke slowly and calmly as he approached you, a grin on his face “this” and with a fluid movement made a thin swipe beneath your cheek bone.

You couldn’t help but let tears roll down your cheeks once again not in pain but in sheer terror.

“That’s enough!” You could hear the power in Cas’s voice as he all but yelled.

“She is rather beautiful” the demon spoke softly, ignoring the boys remarks, as he brushed some hair from your face with the blade. “I can see why you keep her around. A nice blank canvas” and with that he made another cut on your face.

“Get the hell off of her you scumbag or I’ll send your ass straight to purgatory” Dean tried threatening again though you could hear his voice starting to fail.

“No I think we’re going to have some fun” He said happily before releasing your arms.

Immediately you were throwing punches blindly at his face, not sure if you were hitting anything. You could hear the boys yelling, what you weren’t sure but you weren’t paying attention, desperate to gain the upper hand.

All to fast the demon was on top of you though, zip tying your hands together once again until you were lying incapacitated on the floor.

“Nice try bitch” he spit at you, sending a hard kick in your stomach making you curl up in pain. “Try. Something. Like. That. Again. And I. will. End. You” He spoke while kicking you between each word. Each breath sent sharp pains through your body as you tried to catch your breath.

“Now you’re coming with me” He spat again before grabbing your hair and dragging you towards the hallway.

“No!” You screamed, desperately grabbing at anything within your reach “No please! No!”

You could faintly hear the boys screaming after you but couldn’t make any of it out as the pounding in your head blocked out all noise.

You made eye contact with Cas, the only one not yelling. “Please” The words just barley escaped your lips.

You could feel the building shake, much harder than before making everyone fall silent. The demon quit dragging out, looking back at Cas with what you would call fear in his eyes.

One small crack in the floor and Cas was on top of the demon before you could even blink, laying punch after punch on the mans face.

You were desperate to crawl away, using your feet to push yourself against the wall before wrapping your arms around your knees.

You could feel you’re your body shaking as you stared off into space. He was going to kill you, going to torture you, stab you, punch you, make you wish you were dead before killing you. You almost died.

“Y/N” You heard your name being spoken softly drawing your attention up to Sam.

Next to him Dean was yelling at Cas and the demon, still trying to get free of his constraints but Sam was only looking at you. “Y/N you’re safe”

You shook your head before dropping your gaze again. We’re you safe? Did that really just happen? Or was it a dream? Surly it wasn’t real, that kind of stuff happened to the boys not you.

“Y/N look at me” Sam spoke again, a tranquil voice in room of shouting and violence. “Y/N we wouldn’t have let anything happen to you, you’re safe now” You could feel the lump make its appearance again. You took deep breathes desperate to keep your tears at bay but it was all in vain. Tears slid down your cheeks as your body shook.

“Y/N I need you to come here and untie me”

You licked your lips and nodded. Slowly pushing yourself to your feet you hobbled over to Sam and quickly untied the ropes. Immediately he stood up and wrapped his arms around you, pushing your face into his chest.

His scent is what got you. The familiar mix of gunpowder and level hitting you and telling you you were safe, truly safe. And so you let go, letting sobs rack your body.

Sam hugged your tighter, pulling you into him as you stood there, wetting his shirt with your tears. - You awoke on your bed in the bunker, not remembering how you had gotten here. You couldn’t help but notice that your ribs no longer hurt sending a panic through you. Was it all a dream? Did it really happen?

Your breathing quickened as you started to hyperventilate and in an instant Dean was by your side, grabbing your hand and putting his other one on your shoulder. “Deep breaths sweetheart” His voice was calm and deep as you curled into his side “Do it with me” he said before taking in a long, deep breath, holding it for a bit, then slowly letting it out. You did the same, both of you breathing until you finally had the rhythm back to normal.

No later Sam walked in, balancing a bowl of hot soup on a tray, a grin on his face once he saw you were awake, “How ya feeling?”

“I’m alright” you shrugged “Not in any pain”

You could feel Dean tense as you said the word pain but he didn’t get up, just held you a little tighter.

“Yeah Cas healed you”

Before anyone could speak any further the angle himself was standing at the foot of your bed. “Oh good you’re awake”

In an instant you were up and wrapping your arms around the man, squeezing him tightly. “Thank you Cas”

The angel seemed taken aback for a moment but nevertheless hugged you in return. After a brief moment you pulled away from Cas, making eye contact with the other two “thank you all of you. I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened-“

You didn’t get a chance to finish before Sam cut you off “You don’t need to thank us Y/N” He said, approaching you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re family” Dean finished with a smile on his face as a similar one grew on your own.

Without even thinking you pulled them all into a hug, crushed between three giants, your three giants.

“We do need to talk about you leaving the bunker when we told you not to though”

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In all of his years on Earth, Cas always thought that funerals were supposed to be really sad and lifeless as humans mourned the loss of their loved ones, or that’s at least what Netflix told him. But at Asa Fox’s funeral, it seemed a lot more like a party where the man of honor wasn’t invited. In other words, everyone seemed to be having a great time; laughing, smiling, sharing stories. However, since they arrived, it seemed that the only stories going around were the ones of the legendary Winchester brothers.

Cas stood in the living room trying to open a beer someone handed him from the cooler. Before he cut his hand open trying to twist off the cap, another hunter came up to him with a bottle opener. “Here, let me get that for you,” he said popping the lid off the bottle. His voice was rough like the angel’s and he was wearing plaid like everyone else in the house.

“Thank you,” Cas said taking a swig.

“Anytime. I’m Sebastian, by the way.”

"Castiel.” The guy asked Cas if he was a hunter, but the angel didn’t hear him. He was too busy admiring his husband in the other room. Dean was in the kitchen talking to a table of hunters, all looking at him as if he was a god. Cas flashed a small smile. He was glad Dean was getting the attention he deserved.

“So, you heard about the Winchesters too, huh?” Cas had no idea how long the man had been talking before he finally heard him. But before Cas had a chance to reply, Sebastian was already on a ramble. “I’ve heard about all the stories with them and Lucifer, and the apocalypse, and purgatory, and even God himself. And I believed all of it, but what I can’t believe is how gorgeous Dean Winchester is.”

Castiel turned to face the man. He should probably introduce himself properly so Sebastian knew exactly who he is, and who Dean is to him. “Actually…” He began but he was cut off yet again.

“I mean, god, just look at him. He looks like the those statues and paintings of Greek gods. And have you seen his eyes? They’re like looking into a spring day.”

Cas was becoming quickly annoyed. Yes, I’ve seen his eyes. I’ve stared into his eyes for hours. I can tell you every shade of green in them he thought. And yet again, when Cas was about to interrupt him, the guy just kept going.

“But what’s more impressive is his body. He is wearing just as many layers on as everyone else here and you can still see each curve of his hips and ribs. Just imagine how rock hard his abs are.”

Cas was both smug and infuriated by that. Of course Dean’s body was beautiful. He rebuilt it himself and praises his work every night. But that wasn’t the point. The point was that only Cas should be looking at Dean like that. “Listen…” Cas tried one more time.

“Hold on, I think he’s looking over here,” the obnoxious hunter turned to face Cas fully and shifted his weight so he was leaning against the couch they were in front of.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Dean was laughing with the other hunters about some story of a witch hunt. He looked up to the living room to check on Cas. He knows how bad his angel is in social situations, so he learned long ago that it’s best to keep at least one eye on him. He saw Cas in the living room talking to a hunter who, in Dean’s opinion, was standing too close and leaning suggestively towards Cas. Dean, being the jealous overprotective husband he was, decided to go check in on his angel.

Sebastian saw Dean walking towards them in the corner of his eye. “He’s coming this way. You know I hear he’s bi. You think I have any shot at him?” At this point Castiel wasn’t even listen to this asshole. He was holding his angel blade in his hand and thinking about how easy it would be to stab his in the chest and tell everyone he was being possessed by a demon.

To Sebastian’s surprise, Dean wrapped his arm around Cas’ waist smiling before kissing him long and hard in front of the dumbass, leaving him speechless (thank Chuck).

Dean broke the kiss after a good few seconds, just to get his point across. “ How’s it going, sunshine?” Dean smiled and left his hand tucked in the back pocket of Cas’ trousers. While Sebastian was still gaping at what just happened, Cas finally had a chance to introduce himself and Dean properly.

“Sebastian, this is Dean Winchester, my Greek god-like husband.” Dean gave his angel a suggestive smile and wink before reaching his free hand out to his fellow hunter. Sebastian didn’t even shake his hand.

“Wait, what?” the other man questioned. “You’re married to Dean Winchester? As in, like, he’s your husband?”

“Yeah. You gotta fucking problem with that?” Dean challenged.

“N-No, um, not at all…”

“Then what?! You think you’re better for my husband than I am? Because if that’s the case…” Dean squared up to the guy.

“No. Not at all. I, um, I’m just gonna go.” He turned walked to a completely different side of the house.

Once he was sure Sebastian was gone, he turned on Cas “Was he hitting on you? Because only get to do that.”

On the other side of the room, Sam sat next to two twin witches/hunters, Max and Alicia Banes, watching this whole thing unfold. “Wow, those two sure have the hots for each other,” Max said.

Sam just laughed. “You should have seen them before they were together.”