#castiel angst

[marchtothefuckingsea]

Break A Leg - Castiel

My Masterlist.

Word count: 750, short n fluffy

Warnings: None.

Summary: Reader with a broken leg sleeps at the table because they don't think they can make it back to their room. Cas finds them, and even though he can't heal them, he finds a way to make up for it.

I groaned, stretching my leg out. I stretched the rest of my stiff muscles, wincing when a jolt of pain traveled up my leg. Blinking hard, I widened my eyes and tried to get them to focus. The room spun a little, forcing me to squeeze them shut again before I threw up. 

I hunched over the table, soon finding my forehead on the table when I began to drift off. I needed sleep. Looking down at my leg in its cast though, I was almost positive I wouldn't be able to make it to my room without falling down. I groaned again, shutting the old book and placing it further away from me on the desk. Shrugging out of my flannel, I balled it up into a makeshift pillow. I crossed my arms in front of me, and I was asleep as soon as my head was cradled in my elbows. 

Castiel pulled the bunker door shut behind him. "Sam. Dean." He called out. Wandering through the halls with a bit of purpose in his stride, he saw a figure, their leg in a cast, slumped over the library table. 

The book was closed, and he frowned. They hadn't fallen asleep doing research, they had intentionally fallen asleep here. Their broken leg was stretched out in front of them, clunky with the cast.

He wished he could heal them. 

A hand touched my shoulder, and I startled awake. My eyes were blurry with sleep, but I recognized the tan coat the person in front of me wore. "Cas?" I groaned, stretching my arms out in front of me and turning to him.

"You slept here? Intentionally?" He asked me immediately.

"No I- I guess I fell asleep doing research." I smiled apologetically. "Every little bit helps, right?" 

He was frowning now. "The book is closed." He said flatly.

"And? Nevermind, just-" I winced at a sore muscle in my neck. "Should've known that was going to happen." I muttered under my breath.

"You need to sleep. In a bed." 

"No shit sherlock." I sighed. "But I'm fine now."

"No, come on." Before I could protest, he was hauling me to my feet. I staggered slightly, but he was careful not to let my injury get jarred. 

"Why didn't you go back to your room?" He asked as we limped down the hall. 

"Wasn't sure I could make it." I mumbled abashedly. He was silent until we got to my room, and he had helped me to sit on my bed.

"I should be able to heal you. I'm sorry." He apologized, guilt evident on his face as he pulled away.

"It's okay, Cas. Hey," I said to get his attention back on me. His gaze had drifted off like it did when he was beating himself up over something. He turned back to me. "It's fine. Don't blame yourself." 

"If I had my grace-" 

I cut him off. "Don't even go there." I said sternly. "It's not your fault." He sighed, but didn't reply. His frown had lessened, but I knew he wasn't out of the woods yet. 

"If you want to make it up with me…" I trailed off, and his eyes met mine as he tilted his head to the side. "You can stay here." 

"I will." He shifted on the edge of the bed.

"Get comfy."

"I am." 

"No Cas," I stifled a laugh, but not my smile. He gave me a curious glance. "Lay down. Get comfy."

"Oh." 

I was quick to add. "If you're comfortable with that, of course. You don't have to-"

"I'm more than comfortable with it." He had a fond smile on his face now. I felt my face heat up when I wondered what he meant by that. 

He kicked his shoes off and shrugged out of his coat and jacket. I scooted to the side with a wince. "Careful." He murmured. He laid beside me in a half sitting, half lying down position. I startled slightly when his arm snaked around my shoulders. 

"I'm sorry, is-"

"No, no. It's more than comfortable." I repeated him, smiling as I leaned against him. Sighing contentedly, my aching body finally relaxed for the first time in days. I felt Castiel lean his chin on the top of my head, and his hand wrapped around my bicep as I unconsciously curled closer to him. I had been more exhausted than I thought, because in his presence, I passed out almost instantly. 

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Different Kind Of Test

Pairing: Castiel x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: none

Request by anon: Hi i have this crazy idea but you are the perfect to write is something like the reader is a normal girl (22 years) not a hunter just normal that is like a daughter two both angels and demons and The Winchester find about her because the follow Castiel to her apartment and meet her and Castiel said her backstory to them like she was found as a baby thanks to angels and demons that was fighting next to her or something like that and she always said that they are her parents? Fluff and confused Sam and Dean 

Summary: After you were found by the angels, Castiel took care of you as if you were his own daughter. He wants you to be prepared for anything that might come your way, and he has a funny way of teaching you how to.

Square Filled: silver/salt/holy water test (2020) for @heavenandhellbingo

Author’s Note: i changed the age of the reader to just a big older!

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The words on the pages are starting to blend together, but you promised yourself to get through this chapter. You’re almost done studying so you can eat and relax afterwards. College is a lot harder than you thought it was going to be, but you’re going to prove to yourself that you can do it. You started your Freshman year a little later than everyone else, and now you’re twenty-nine years old and about to end it.

If only you can retain this information and pass your fucking final.

You turn the page to read the last page of the chapter when your phone lights up. Your dad, Castiel, is calling. He’s not biologically your dad but he counts for one in every other sense of the word. He put his blood, sweat, and tears into raising you to be the best version of yourself as you can be. You owe everything you have to him.

“What’s up, Dad?” you answer the phone.

“I need your help. This is urgent.”

“Are you okay?”

You cap your highlighter and close your textbook in concern.

“I really need your help, Y/N. Code Black.” Your entire body goes rigid and fear creeps down your spine. “I need you to hurry.”

“Where are you?”

“Twenty minutes from you. The bar that got shut down on the edge of the city?”

“I’m on my way.”

You hang up and immediately prepare yourself for the fight you know is coming. The thing you know you’ll need is your holy water, angel blade, silver knives, and iron bullets. Code Black means demons and if your dad is asking you for help, then you know he’s in big trouble. You change out of your loungewear and into something more suitable for fighting. Something you wouldn’t mind getting blood on.

Once you’re done, you leave your apartment and get into your car. He says he’s twenty minutes away, but with your speeding, it’s twelve minutes. The parking lot is empty but you have no doubt there are a bunch of demons inside. You check the bullets in your gun once more before heading to the front door that’s suspiciously open. You kick the door open and train your gun in front of you, making sure to scan the entire area before advancing.

The place is eerily quiet and empty. Where is your dad? Where are the demons? The place looks as if it still runs but you know it’s been abandoned for a while now. The booths are covered with dust as well as the tabletops and bar counter. Still, you don’t lower your guard. Just because you don’t see anything doesn’t mean there isn’t anyone here.

Something moves to the right of you and you turn swiftly hoping to see someone standing there. However, there isn’t anyone there. You could have sworn you saw a flash of clothes run by you. There are no curtains on this side of the bar, so the only explanation would have to be if it’s a person. You walk closer to the area to inspect it when you see someone step forward. Your iron bullets won’t do as much damage to a demon than an angel blade, so you unsheathe it and throw it at the person.

The person ducks so the blade goes into the wall behind them. The man (you can see him clearly once he steps into the light) runs at you and tackles you to the ground. You kick him away as fast as you can and scramble to your feet. You jump on his back before he has a chance to get up, and you grab his right leg tightly. You pull it toward you and grab the opposite arm to pull to you so that he’s trapped in your grip. You’re not sure why this demon isn’t fighting back like how you’re used to, but you don’t question how easy it is.

Another but taller man comes running from the shadows at you, and you let go of the man below you to focus on him. You step on the first man’s back to get over him and he groans in pain from the pressure. You’re much smaller than both of these men so you use your height against them. The taller man goes to grab you but you ram your whole body into hs lower half, sending him crashing to the bar counter. You grab his legs and lift him over, watching as he crumbles to the ground behind it.

You grab the holy water attached to your hip and toss some at the man behind the counter to the first man who is just now getting up. You expect them to scream out in pain but they stand there looking wet and annoyed. The man behind the bar jumps over the counter and both of the advance toward you. You take out one of your sharp daggers and hold it out to them a s precautionary. 

Before any more damage can be done, your dad comes rushing into the light.

“Wait, stop!”

“Dad!”

“Dad?” both men ask with confused faces.

“Y/N, they’re not demons. I just made that up. I’m not in any actual danger.”

“God, is this just another one of your tests? I thought we were done with this,” you groan and put away your knife.

“I have to make sure you’re prepared.”

“Yeah, and the seven years you spent training me was all for nothing?”

You walk over to the angel blade still stuck in the wall and yank it out. There is no way you’re giving up one of these bad boys.

“Wait, hold on. Did she say dad?” the shorter man asks.

“Sam, Dean, this is Y/N. She’s not biologically mine but I did help raise her. She’s human and was found as a baby in the middle of a battle ground. Demon and angels were fighting all around her without knowing she was there. When she was found, the angels decided to take over for her. I became the main parent. She calls me Dad because that’s all she knows.” Castiel turns to you with a worried look. “These are my friends, Sam and Dean Winchester. They’re human like you. I worry about you and want you to be able to protect yourself.”

“I appreciate that, I really do, but I have a major test to study for. Don’t get me wrong, I love it when you call me for help. Next time, make sure you’re actually in danger or I might not come,” you chuckle.

“Deal,” Castiel chuckles.

“They’re lucky or I would have knocked their heads clean off.”

“Let’s get one thing straight. You caught me off guard. You wouldn’t have one,” Dean shakes his head.

“Yeah, okay, old man.”

“Old man?” Dean turns to his brother. “Did she just call me an old man?”

“I took you two down without getting my nails dirty. I think you’re the ones who need to be tested. I gotta get back to studying. See ya.”

You leave the bar and Dean is flabbergasted at your sass. Castiel sees the look on his face and immediately shuts it down.

“No, Dean. Leave her alone.”

“What, I wasn’t gonna do anything,” Dean shrugs but smiles at the thought of you.

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[gococogo]

Hello would it be ok to have a destiel fanfic with prompts "Just like we promised" and "I've missed your touch" i love ur work <3

Prompt 1 | Destiel

Synopsis: Dean has been out on a hunt for over a month and hasn't called Cas at all. He's still getting use to this whole fucking an angel thing.

Word Count: 2.9K

Pairing: Dean Winchester / Castiel

Warnings: Angst. Sappy. Smutty.

Notes: It's more than okay to want this. This was a pleasure to write and I hope you enjoy what i created! Enjoy!

The pacing became a constant thing on the fourth week. On the fifth, the nail biting had started. A bad habit he’s picked up from Sam out of all people, a nasty human habit. But the satisfaction behind it to relieve stress almost calms Cas’s nerves. He had paced from the main foyer to the kitchen to Dean’s room. Dean’s room is one of the main places that Castiel had resided.

When the sixth week came around, Cas’s nails were all chewed off and he had began picking at the skin around them. Dean was meant to call an entire week ago. No SMS either. No even a single prayer. Complete radio silence.

Sam had given Castiel Charlie’s number in case he got bored. Dean had made a comment about Charlie’s Angels. Something Cas didn’t understand until he had looked it up on his own phone later that day. But Sam had insisted yet Castiel declined saying he would be perfectly fine, for angel’s cannot feel human depths of boredom, just passing time.

One thousand and eight hours and six minutes to be exact. So, the angel isn’t bored per say, just very, deathly worried about Dean. And Sam.

The fourth day of the sixth week, the chunk and click of the bunker door snaps Castiel out of his trance in the main foyer. He stands up from where he sits at the table as laughter and voices burst into the bunker. By God is it good to hear their voices but at the same time it brings out so many bad emotions that vibrate his being and make him grind his teeth.

Sam is first to walk down the stairs, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder and a grin upon his face. When he spots the angel, his smile faulters. He tries his best to play it off but Cas sees the uncertainty.

“Oh, Castiel!” Sam says more surprised than anything, “I didn’t expect you to still be here!” He speaks as if the conversation they had over a month ago never happened. Which only -what’s that word Dean uses- pisses him off even more.

“I’ve been here this entire time,” Cas grumbles.

Which is below an angel of the lord like himself but the frustration flickering around inside of him is something that he hasn’t felt in a good while. Probably since apocalypse days.

“Cas!”

All eyes go to the older brother making his way down the stairs. Unlike Sam, Dean isn’t unscathed. His lip is busted, and his entire right eye is blackened. His eyebrow is split, and three gauze strips hold it together.

As soon as Dean comes down the last set of stairs, Cas is already across the room pushing past Sam to press two fingers to his forehead. The hunter straightens up at the sudden wellness that comes over him. His bruising disappears and fades into yellow and the cuts and scrapes heal without a scar. He goes to thank the angel but all he sees is a very frustrated one in front of him.

“You were suppose to contact me,” Castiel speaks firmly. Like angel of the lord firm. “But I received none of the sort.”

Sam goes deathly quiet behind them. He places his duffle bag of guns and knives on the table which make a louder noise than he originally intended. As if the sound is cutting through the thick tension in the room.  

Dean sucks in air through teeth as he tries to avoid eye contact with the angel. But it doesn’t matter where he looks because Cas is only a few inches from him. So those deep blue eyes is all he sees.

“The hunt got very busy, Cas you know how it gets,” Dean argues poorly as he shrugs his shoulders. “We didn’t have time.”

“We had plenty of time,” Sam comments from the table.

Castiel slowly turns his attention towards Sam with a frown. All while Dean looks to his brother with a look of betrayal mixed with disgust. Sam swallows thickly and picks up his duffle bag.

“I’ll go put these away in the stash,” Sam grins sheepishly as he scoots himself across the room.

Blue returns back to green who looks more like a hurt child than anything. And all that anger and frustration is slow to wash away as Cas brings a hand to Dean’s cheek. The hunter flinches away slightly at first but stays in the warm touch of the angel.

“I still don’t know what I’m doing, Cas,” Dean murmurs.

The angel lets out a deep sigh that has his shoulders drooping. Oh Dean.

“I’m…” The hunter clears his throat, readjusting his tone to something more manlier. “I’m still very new to this. To us.”

Cas holds Dean’s face in both his hands, almost engulfing his face but the hunter stays so still. Why still keep up this façade that doesn’t work on the angel? He’s seen him break and cry and become soft so many times. Why still keep up daddy’s good lil soldier in front of him?

A soft kiss is planted on Dean’s forehead over his once black eye. Then, like all the other times Cas has kissed Dean, he kisses the hunter gently and warmly. The heat that the angel radiates is like a furnace yet so inviting.

Dean grabs onto Castiel’s trench coat as he leans forward, deepening the kiss a little. In this moment, Cas can put his own irritation aside for this. He holds Dean, taste the hint of jerky on his mouth from the trip here. It isn’t the most pleasant of tastes, but Dean has kissed him with worst. Much worse.

Calloused hands make their way under Cas’s coat to his waist. This, this is something the angel has missed. Even if it has been a month and two weeks. Too long for his own good.

Unlike Cas, Dean pulls away to inhale a breath of air. The hunter smiles something wicked and Cas’s eyes slightly widen. Dean’s fingers loop into Cas’s belt and flips the buckle open a little too swiftly and a little too eagerly. A soft grip latches onto his wrist, stopping him in his movements. Dean raises a brow at the angel.

“I don’t think Sam will be too impressed if he catches us out here,” Castiel points out sternly, “Like last time.”

Dean barks out a fit of laughter, the memory coming to mind of Sam’s horrified face at the sight of the two. Dean splayed out on the table with the angel over him, his blue eyes as wide as saucepans. Both stark ass naked with the angel’s white butt out on full display.

“Why not?” Dean chuckles out.

Cas can’t help but roll his eyes. With his grip still on Dean’s wrist he begins backing up slowly across the foyer, dragging Dean along.

“You worry too much,” Dean grins.

“I don’t think I worry enough,” Cas bites back playfully.

Dean stops the angel and draws him into for another deep kiss. One that has him gripping the back of Cas’s hair and looping his fingers back into his belt. Dean pulls away but only mere millimetres, not wanting to stay away for too long.

Those green eyes lock onto the angel and Cas won’t lie, he’s missed those emeralds. He runs a thumb over Dean’s freckled cheek and smiles softly when he sees that everything is the same. No more bruises or cuts. Dean follows the notion with a side eye, almost wanting to pull away but staying still and stiffens under the touch.

It takes both of them a good while to get back to Dean’s room. Having to push the hunter there rather than drag him along since he kept stopping Cas. He isn’t vocal about it but he can tell that the hunter can’t keep his hands off of Cas.

Clothes come off a little too easily and Cas can’t help but frown when he spots more cuts and bruises on Dean’s frame. With soft touches, Cas heals them without a second thought. Dean shivers under the touch, his eyes tracking every movement. With a warm glow, Cas heals a deep purple bruise on Dean’s chest that has the hunter breathing a little easier. But with that he pushes Dean back onto the bed. The springs creak under his weight and he disrupts the perfectly made blankets. Cas’s work.

Dean tries to sit up on the bed but is pushed down again when Cas straddles his lap. He runs his hands over Dean’s body once more, making sure that he hasn’t missed any nicks and cuts. He could heal Dean in one go, but where’s the fun in that?

“I’ve…” Dean hesitates, adverting his gaze downwards to the angel’s hands. “I’ve missed your touch.”

“Hmm,” Cas hums at that with a smile.

“I wish I had called,” Dean continues. “Or sent a text. But I’m scared alright. As stupid as that sounds.”

The angel’s smile falls at that. To respond to that, he clasps the hunter’s face in his hands and kisses him softly unlike before. He moves his hips down on Dean as well, making the hunter squirm under his weight. Maybe he can forgive Dean after all.

In between the kisses, the angel mumbles out, “It’s not stupid at all.”

The result of watching Dean’s face go beet red is a reward in it’s own. Cas kisses him again, humming into his mouth with satisfaction. Such a human thing to do. How much he’s changed since being around Dean. He’s changed him so much. Does Dean realize just how much he’s done for the angel? Or is he blind to that fact? Maybe he might have to ask him one day. But not now.

Not when he feels Dean’s grip tighten on his hips, wanting him to grind down harder into him. The friction is something that the hunter craves at this moment. He grows hard and his dick rubs in between the angel’s cheeks. Precum leaks from Dean’s dick, making the glide easier.

Cas sits up slowly and as if out of nowhere, he holds Dean’s bottle of lube in hand. Dean’s stares at it bug eyed for a moment but doesn’t question it because he knows he left that in the bottom draw of his dresser. Where it normally stays. Either Cas miraculously brought the bottle to his hand or it was always on the bed and he just didn’t see it. Either either, both make sense for the angel.

“Let me,” Dean says as he takes the bottle from him.

Lathering his fingers up generously, Dean a little too eagerly brings his hand around Cas’s ass and inserts two fingers. The angel grunts at the sudden penetration, his eyes fluttering shut. With Dean’s other hand as he sets a quick pace to open up Cas, he kneads his thumb into the angel’s hips. Holding on as if he’s going to fly away with those wings of his.

Cas towers over Dean, scrunching up the blankets into his fists next to the hunter’s head. More lube is added and then a third finger is fitted right to the next others. Cas’s breathing becomes heavy, every nerve in his body buzzing and every inch of his grace humming. He can feel everything a little too well for his own good. The stretch of the three fingers, the way his hard cock rubs up against Dean’s, the way that he’s been wanting to feel Dean’s touch once more. Too much.

Deeming the angel ready, Dean brings his lubed fingers to slick his own dick up. He exhales shakily, holding himself together by a thread. The entire hunt, the Angel of Thursday was on his mind yet he was too coward to send a simple prayer. Next time. Next time we won’t be so stupid.

Cas exhales shakily, opening his eyes to meet a lustful green graze. The angel looks into those eyes fondly with a smile coming upon his reddened lips. He kisses Dean again, this time deepening it and grinding down on the hunter again. Dean grunts under him and digs that thumb into his hip a little more.

Dean guides the head of his dick to Cas’s ass, rubbing himself between his cheeks a few times. He pushes the tip of his dick in, humming in the kiss at the warmth he feels. He pushes in a little deeper and breaks the kiss, his face scrunching up into something needy. Cas continues lining Dean’s exposed neck though with small kisses, sucking and biting lightly. Dean groans as he grabs onto the angel’s hips with both hands to help guide him down.

Cas winces but moans something whiny into the hunter’s skin. He still smells like the hunt. Gun powder, cheap pharmacy cologne and musk. Dean grunts with every push. He fucks into Cas eagerly, but the angel isn’t going to stop him. He’s enjoying this too much. He’s missed Dean too much to let this pass. His body buzzes and constricts with pleasure that he can’t help the noises that comes his mouth. He can feel himself shaking in the hunter’s hold, his grace vibrating within.

Dean pushes Cas down onto him until he’s flush against his hips. The angel groans and breathes heavily as Dean only gives him a few seconds of adjustment before he begins a quick pace again. Each time he thrusts into Cas, he brings the angel down just as hard that gets a satisfying grunt from him.

The hunter sits up suddenly, still holding onto Cas so that they’re flush against each other. With each movement, Cas’s dick rubs up against their stomachs. The angel holds onto him as he lets the hunter fucks out everything from the hunt. Dean groans deep within his throat as he keeps moving at a constant pace, thrusting into Cas on his lap. It’s more of an awkward bob at this point, both being too desperate to do much more. But both are satisfied right now.

But Dean wants more.  Suddenly, he flips and throws Cas onto the bed with little effort. He grabs onto the back of the angel’s knees and pushes his legs up so that he’s almost folded in half. He lines himself up again, this time slipping in easier than the last.  

The new angle has Cas shivering and grunting with each thrust into him. He digs his fingernails into Dean’s shoulder, unable to gain control of the delicious noises coming from his throat.

Through shaky pants, Dean is able to grumble out a deep, “I’ve missed you.”

Another shiver runs down Cas’s back, earning a whimper like sound from him. The hunter’s cock passes by that sweet bundle of nerves inside of Cas that has him grunting with each movement. Cas wraps his legs around Dean, holding him close as the hunter’s thrust become short and shallow. Dean comes down for a sloppy kiss, mostly broken by breaths of shaky inhales.

“I’ve-“ Dean pecks Cas on the mouth, cutting him off. “missed you-“ another kiss, “…too.”

Dean brings a hand down to wrap about the angel’s leaking cock, flicking a thumb over his tip with every stroke. Cas arches his back the best he can in the position he’s in and startles out a cry. By God, he can feel himself getting close. His body buzzes and feels like tv static with just a simple touch. He doesn’t want this to be over already, but with Dean abusing that sweet part inside of him he can’t hold on at all.

Cas chokes out a strangled cry as his whole body and grace feels like it’s going to explode. He releases hot strips into Dean’s hand as he digs his bitten nails deeper into the hunter’s shoulders. He heals the bruising before it even comes about, even in his stare of high. Dean keeps fucking through his orgasm, making it ten times more intense.

“Dean,” Cas grits out.

With a few couple of more hard thrusts, Dean drives his cock deeper into Cas as he reaches his own orgasm. Dean stiffens up, unmoving as he cums hot and deep within the angel. Who would have thought. Fucking an angel of the lord.

Cas shivers at the new sensation of the warmth inside of him. He grits his teeth, holding Dean in place. He doesn’t think he can handle the hunter moving at this given moment. Both stay still for a good few minutes, a panting and sweaty mess. Cas can’t help but shake faintly, his breathing ragged and uneven. He can feel his grace is all over the place and he tries his best to collect himself.

But it’s very hard when Dean lands on top of the angel with an audible, “Oof,” slipping out of the angel in the process. Cas places a hand on his back and gives him a light pat on the shoulder. But Dean doesn’t move and inch, his face flat against the nape of his neck.

“I’m coming with you next time,” Cas grumbles out.

Whatever Dean says next, it’s lost into a mumble and jumble of words in the angel’s neck. This earns a short chuff from the angel, knowing full well that the hunter can’t stop him in doing so. What he says goes. But right now, he’s fully content in laying in for a few minutes. He’s fine in letting time pass by when it’s with Dean Winchester.

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Have an amazing day/night ;)

[samdeancass]

The New, Old Devil

Pairing: Castiel x fem!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Lucifer, Y/N, Sam, Dean, Castiel

Description: Ever since Lucifer took over Cas's vessel, he can't help but wonder why Cas is so infatuated with Y/N, so he decides to take a look for himself.

The day you found out Castiel had said yes to Lucifer was the worst. It felt as though your heart had been ripped from your chest. You didn't know if you would see your Cas again or if Lucifer would ever let him go after this. You spent your days in your room, pitch black, with an empty place beside you where Cas should be. Sam and Dean were becoming increasingly worried about you; you hardly ever ate, and it wasn't enough when you did. You didn't really sleep and never came out of your room.

"I'm worried about her, Dean. This is the first time I've seen her like this. It's like she's a shell of who she used to be. Dean, we need to do something." Dean nods in response but with slumped shoulders. "I know we need to do something, but it's not as if he's just gonna waltz back in here, right?"

Coincidentally, the bunker sunk into a dark red hue, and the warning sirens sounded. Both the brothers stood and rushed from the kitchen towards your room. For the first time in a while, you stepped out into the hallway, completely bewildered by what was happening. "Guys, do we know what it is?" Just as Sam was about to answer, a low chuckle sounded from the end of the hallway. "It's not a what, angel; it's a who."

Your blood ran cold as you instantly knew who the voice belonged to, but a pang exploded in your chest at the pet nickname Cas calls you. Sam and Dean stood before you to shield you from Lucifer's eyes. "What are you doing here, Lucifer?" Dean growled as the devil began to stalk forward, keeping his eyes trained on you. "Well, I'm a little intrigued, actually. The little angel inside has not stopped rabbiting on about his love, and I wanted to come and see why, in fact, he loves you so much."

The brothers lunged forward at the devil, but he easily swooshed them away, sending them clanging into the surrounding walls. A sinister smile snuck onto his face as he was now toe to toe with you. Inside, you were screaming with fear but weren't about to let Lucifer know. He placed his hand on your cheek, and you instinctively leaned into it, recognizing Cas's warm, soft skin. "So beautiful and full of love." "Please let him go, Lucifer. I need him; I need my Castiel back." The fear inside you turned to sadness and anguish as you took in the form before you. He looked like Castiel and felt like Castiel, but he didn't sound like him. His whole demeanour had changed, and it was something that you weren't prepared for. Stray tears betrayed you and fell down your cheeks, the achiness of your heart becoming too much to handle.

The figure standing before you seemed to be having an internal battle with the two angels, one trying to keep control and the other trying to gain it. It began thrashing around, its eyes widening. Sam and Dean rose from where they were and ran towards you, wrapping you in their arms for protection. It suddenly stopped, and you warily looked over to see who had won. The eyes were squinted slightly with its head tilted and a small smile. "Hello, angel." You ran towards Cas and jumped on him, wrapping your arms and legs around him; he brought you closer into him with an arm around your waist and a hand on the back of your head.

"I've missed you so much, Cas. I've been so empty without you." Cas carefully placed you down and gently kissed your forehead. "I've missed you too, angel. But you know I can only stay briefly." Tears welled up again as your head slumped down. "I need you, Cas, here, with me and the boys." Cas glanced up and nodded at the brothers, acknowledging their presence. "Thank you both for taking such good care of her. I cannot repay you enough." They both nodded in response as he set his attention back on you. "I must do this, my love. I wanted to contribute to the fight; this was the only way I could think. I'll be back here soon enough. I love you so much, Y/N." He pressed a loving kiss to your lips before turning away and disappearing.

You turned to the brothers and ran into their arms, the only comforting solace you had left. You knew Cas would return to your arms soon, but it didn't stop your heart from aching for him.

Tags: @akshi8278

[dragjunkie23]

I don’t know if anyone else has this issue, but whenever I try to search for Sam Winchester one shots or fanfictions, I wind up seeing a lot of Dean Winchester ones. I don’t know if it’s the same vise versa, but please please can we not tag one brother when the fanfiction is about the other? It gets really hard to look for what I’m looking for when I search the tag

[julesthequirky]

Misha and Characters

Brat: Series; In order to adjust her behaviour and attitude, Y/N is sent to John’s and whilst she’s there, John’s sons, Sam and Dean take a liking to her.

Call Me Master: Oneshot; A helping hand turns into an ownership of a lifetime. PWP. (Castiel x Reader)

No Alpha of Mine: A/B/O Series; Reader denies the connection with her Alpha. (Castiel x Reader)

The Last Omega: A/B/O Oneshot; Reader is an Omega on the run from a ruthless leader. (Castiel x Reader

The Big Empty: Angst oneshot; Reader enters The Big Empty to save her favourite angel (Castiel x Reader

Grace: Fluff, light angst, oneshot; Castiel home alone with a baby. (Castiel x Reader)

Murphy's Law: Drabble, high angst; Things turn bad during a hunt. (Castiel x Reader)

Right Alpha, Wrong World: A/B/O oneshot; Running back to the rift the Omega reader has an uncanny meeting in the forest. (Castiel x Reader)

Suptober 2019: Short episodic drabbles including Castiel and reader in a will they, won't they? relationship. No smut, no angst (maybe). 

Owned By Sin: Smut, Mini-series: Whilst occupying Castiel’s vessel, Lucifer plays on a weakness of yours. They don’t call him the original tempter for nothing… (Casifer x Reader)

Part One. Part Two

Last Christmas: One shot, very violent and gory; Reader is unaware of her friend's true identity as Christmas becomes closer. (Casmodeus x Reader)

Lead Me Into Temptation: Smut, Series; Reader has a crush on her neighbour. (Misha x Reader)

Daddy's Brat: BDSM- hardcore smut, series; Misha and reader have a DDLG relationship.

Homewrecker: High angst, series; Reader makes a mistake, is cast out and disowned and sleeping rough. (Misha x Reader)

Forget Me Not: Mini-series: Reader wakes up after hitting her head, as her character on Supernatural. (Misha x Reader)

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

Crazy In Love: Angst, drama, series; Reader is charged with the abduction of Misha but the case doesn’t seem to be all that black and white.

All Her Stars Broken and Stripes Worn Through, It's the Red, White and Whiskey Blues: EXTREME ANGST, series; Reader had a mental breakdown and quickly became estranged from her husband, Misha. Every day is a fight when there’s no reason to live any more.

The Alpha's Intent: A/B/O oneshot; PWP in the den. With sweaty Misha.

Kisses Have Consequences: Angst, series; A heated kiss between friends is shared causing the beginning of all their problems. (Misha x Reader)

Classroom Humiliation: Explicit oneshot; Reader gets humiliated in class. (Misha x Reader)

[happy74827]

Cold Little Heart

[Castiel x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Castiel returns, despite his hesitations

WC: 1,106

Category: Angst, Little bit of Fluff, Lime/Steamy

“And I know in my heart, in this cold heart. I can live, or I can die.”

『••✎••』

You felt his arm wrap around your torso, bringing you closer. The demons were surrounding you both, growling and snarling like rabid dogs. You watched in fear as he threw his angel blade at the wall, causing the sigils to crack and break.

You screamed his name in fear as they all rushed forward, but when you felt a firm press on your forehead, it relaxed your nerves immediately. As you stood there, you felt a gush of wind surround you at a lightning speed before stopping like it was never there in the first place. 

You knew you were safe when it became silent. You were finally safe. You were home, or at least the hotel room you rented. 

“Cassie…” Your voice stammers a bit, the sudden goosebumps that had formed now was fading away into your skin.

“Hold still.” His gruff voice spoke, just above a whisper. His hand gazed over your stomach with arms still attached around your lower back. You obliged to his words as you watched the soft blueish light illuminate from his hand to your stomach, the blood dissolving into nothing. Your wound healing in a matter of seconds.

When he finished, his vibrant eyes stared back at yours with a vigorous intensity. You had recently compared them to a husky — being that Cas had a personality similar to that of the puppy, but looking at his eyes now, they changed.

His eyes were now fire in water, passion in ice. The once mindless, dull eyes were now full of expression. Its shade was of an ideal raindrop on a blue aster. The shade of a waterway rushing to join the extraordinary sea.

He knew being here with you was wrong, but he could barely control himself at this point. He’s been fighting himself for nearly three months, avoiding your face to avoid everything else. Both Dean and Sam had noticed — he was sure of it — but neither commented. They allowed him to hurt your feelings, conflict your emotions. It was a shitty thing to do, but he had to do it. He couldn’t risk it.

He couldn’t risk you being collateral damage.

His hands had moved up to your forearms, grasping them firmly. His eyes never left yours, admiration forming into his ardent eyes. It was like a gravitational force came upon you, pulling you closer into him. Your hands found its way to his chest, pulling your arms out of his grasp.

He leaned down, creating a small gap between the two of you. His lips were hovering over yours, just inches apart. His hands gripped your hips, preventing you from falling.

Of course, he never fully stayed away. With all that was happening around the world and the brothers constantly fighting greater evils, he found himself occasionally flying to see you. You couldn’t see him, but he was there. For everything.

If this had been a few years ago, he would be emotionless… thinking nothing of how you’d feel. But, you helped him see the world worth living for. You — and the brothers, but mostly you — gave him humanity. Gave him purpose other than the orders he was created to follow.

His heart broke every time you collapsed in despair. Your quiet sobs soaking into your pillows, trying to keep those emotions hidden from the brothers. He always wondered why you never cried in Dean’s arms… or Sam’s. They’d always make time for you.

Eventually, after every day of watching your endless suffering, it finally snapped him out of it. You had gone on a hunt, fighting demons despite being at a definite disadvantage. No boys… no Bobby… it was as if you were suicidal at this point, and he couldn’t take it anymore.

That’s when he stepped in, body slamming the two demons in front of you — smiting them quickly and efficiently. He would never forget the face you made as the two of you made contact… there was light. Hope.

The moment was shortly caught off as more demons poured in like a swarm of zombies. It was clear you had underestimated the swarm, and he was very thankful he was around otherwise you’d dead within a minute.

Before he could close the gap between the two of you, he pulled away. “I can’t.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Can’t?”

He sighed, looking down. “I’m an angel of the lord.”

“Yeah, Cassie, I kinda know that.” You retorted with a slight smile.

He gave you an annoyed expression, rolling his eyes. “I meant us, as in… us. It’s…it’s frowned upon.”

“Well, I’m already frowned upon by my parents, so it’s not much of a shocker—”

He rolled his eyes again, interrupting you. “Angels aren’t supposed to feel love. They’re not supposed to feel anything for that matter.”

“But you do so that doesn’t matter.” You stated, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s okay, Cassie, we’re okay.”

“No, we’re- we’re not.” He sighed, “I thought I could fix this by leaving. I thought if I had left you alone, everything would slowly fix itself. But, I was wrong. It’s still there. Everything is still there.”

“Cas…”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve been there.” His hands had cupped your face as he sighed into you. You saw the pain he held in his eyes, clearly he had been suffering just as you did. “I inflicted pain on you for selfish reasons. I was a coward, hiding away, instead of facing my fears.”

“Cas, you rebelled against everything you’ve ever believed in to help us. To help Dean save his brother. You practically broke every rule in the angel rule book. You faced Uriel… Anna… Zachariah… how could you be that scared after facing them? After everything we faced—?!”

You were cut off by Cassie’s sudden closeness. You hadn’t realized how much it escalated until your body had been pushed against the wall, his lips devouring yours, feeling hungry and ambiguous. Your lungs felt clenched, the air being sucked out of you, as your lips became numb with his touch.

Castiel was apprehensive at first, leaving feathery kisses that felt hesitant. His hands had wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer into the heat of his body. Your hands slowly tangled and gripped his hair, guiding him along as you deepened the kiss. 

When your back found its way against the wall, his hands pinned your head in place. A whine escaped your throat as he slithered his tongue down, dancing and intertwining with yours as your hands caressed down from his neck to his spine. 

Eventually his hand found his tie, yanking it off with one tug, before discarding it onto the floor. His overcoat following in pursuit.

“I believe if I just try, you believe in you and I.”

[imagineteamfreewill]

softly, gently, falling

Title: softly, gently, falling

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Mentions of a bad day at work

Square Filled: First Snowfall

Trope Completed: Comfort Fic

Summary: After a long day at work, Y/N returns home to Cas, who’s waiting to make her feel better.

A/N: This is a submission for the 2022 SPN Christmas Bingo (@spnchristmasbingo​)and fulfills Trope #19 in my 25 Days of Tropes series! I am determined to finally finish this trope list after several years of avoiding working on it.  I hope you all enjoy.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

25 Days of Tropes Masterlist

“What do you need?” he asked.

You shrugged under the blanket Cas had draped around you immediately after you’d curled up on the couch. “A new boss? More food? Quitting?” You sighed and leaned your head against his shoulder. “I don’t know, Cas. It was just a bad day, you know? I don’t know what exactly will make it feel better. I just want it to be over.”

Right now, everything and nothing sounded like the best solution ever to your horrible day. You were so exhausted that you could barely keep your eyes open on the drive home. Customers had been coming in droves, and none of them were even the slightest bit thankful for your help. Not even your boss had thanked you today, despite the fact that you’d gone above and beyond. The only thanks you’d gotten was an hour’s worth of overtime pay, but that was nothing compared to what you deserved after a day like today. Thankfully, Cas had dinner waiting when you arrived home, and now you could spend what little remaining energy you had on him.

Sighing again, you snuggled closer to him and cradled your bowl of soup between your thighs. He adjusted his arm and the blanket so that you were still kept warm as you moved, and you smiled a little. No matter how long you’d been together, his thoughtfulness never failed to make you feel a little giddy inside. Castiel had a way of making you feel special. The blanket he’d chosen was one of your favorites, as was the soup, and you knew that if you even mentioned it, he’d be able to pull one of your favorite desserts out of the kitchen. He probably even had one of your favorite movies on standby if you wanted to watch something together.

“It is over,” he reminded you, and you hummed in agreement. “And now we have the weekend together. We can sleep in tomorrow, and then we can do whatever we want.”

“Yes, we can.”

You smiled a little more. The two of you had been planning your Christmas weekend for almost a full year now. It was the first time either of you had been able to spend it away from the craziness of your families. It would just be the two of you in your little apartment, celebrating how far you’d come since this time last year. Grand ideas for vacations and friends-only parties had been tossed around, but eventually you’d settled on a quiet weekend at home. It was exactly what the two of you needed, especially after today.

You and Cas continued to eat your soup in silence, though the TV continued playing reruns in the background. He’d kept the volume low, mostly to fill the empty space, but you didn’t need it. Cas did, though, and anything that helped him stay in the moment while you were together was okay with you. You’d gotten used to the different tricks and techniques he used on a daily basis, and tuning out the TV was second nature by now.

Once your bowl was empty, you nudged him in the side with your elbow. He grumbled about you knocking his organs out of alignment, but you caught his playful smile out of the corner of your eye and smiled back.

“I’m glad you were off today. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t been here…”

When you trailed off, your smile fading at the reminder of the terrible day you’d had at work, Cas nudged you back. You lifted your eyes just enough to meet his.

“You could’ve called me. You can always call me if you need me. I’ll always come, even if I have to reschedule a meeting or move a client to another day. You’re more important to me than any job,” he told you.

Your heart grew two sizes, if that was even possible, and you leaned into him a little bit more. He kissed the top of your head. You could’ve sworn that you fell in love with him a little more each day, and you had been for years now. 

“Have I ever told you that I love you?” you asked as you snuggled against him.

Cas took the empty bowl from your lap and set it on the coffee table beside his. “I believe you have.”

“Well, I do.” You grabbed his hand before he could tuck it back under the blankets and began to play with his fingers. He watched you in silence, letting you fidget as you continued to warm up from the long walk from your car to the building. With holiday visitors taking up over half the spots, you’d had to park even farther away than usual.

You were starting to drift off to sleep in Cas’ arms when he shook you, then stood up from the couch. If you hadn’t caught yourself, you would’ve faceplanted on the cushion.

“Y/N, look!”

You squinted up at him for a moment and propped yourself up with one arm. Cas gestured toward the sliding glass door that led out onto your small balcony, and you blinked a few times to clear your blurry vision. He hadn’t shown this much enthusiasm since you’d arrived home, but you’d just assumed he’d tampered down his usual evening energy to help your night be more relaxing.

“What is it?” you yawned, blinking a few more times.

Still smiling, he carefully helped you to your feet and led you by the hand over to the windows. With the other hand, he pushed the curtains out of the way so you could see what had made him so excited.

Outside, fluffy white snowflakes had begun to fall. They fell steadily, gently covering each car and bush with a thick layer of white. Judging by what you could see from the floodlights on the sides of your building, it had already been snowing for a while now, but neither you nor Cas had noticed while you were wrapped up in each other.

The frigid cold had settled in days ago, leaving everyone with high expectations for a white Christmas, but no snow had fallen until now. Almost everyone had given up hope. You gripped Castiel’s arm with both hands, smiling wide as you watched the snow float down from the sky above. All thoughts of sleep were gone from your mind, instead replaced with ideas involving snowmen, hot chocolate, and a quiet breakfast beside the windows.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, and he nodded beside you. String lights twinkled on other apartment balconies and windows, creating a picturesque view from your fifth floor apartment. 

You slid one hand down to lace your fingers with his. Cas hummed happily when you did, and you smiled a little bit more, looking up at him.

“Merry Christmas,” you told him.

He smiled back, then leaned down to kiss you sweetly. “Merry Christmas.”

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[bibuck-saved-me]

and he loved him the whole way

bly manor x destiel because i love to suffer

[k2ntoss]

A NICE EX !!! DESTIEL

tw ⭒ none, just destiel angst and them being exes ):

a/n ⭒ i think is was just time for me to write something angsty about my little boyfies, yk.... i hope you enjoy my written through tears shit, i listened to the whole smithereens album while choking my sobs, sorry in advance

words count ⭒ idk, i'll stop doing this bc it makes my head ache lmao

castiel is a nice ex, the kind of ex anyone would love to have because he doesn't talk shit about the person he loved with all of him even when he's not feeling okay.

castiel isn't sleeping because he knows he'll dream with those pretty forest green eyes that used to look at him like he was perfect, he knows he'll hear that raspy and soft voice telling him how much he means. it's been nights when not even the warmth of his covers helped, lights turned off and even low and soft music playing on the background but sleep never came.

it had been over half a year, seven months, three days and ten hours to be precise and he counted every passing second, because he was still friends with sam and even with charlie, there was times when he called them and he could hear dean calling their names from afar, cas voice trembled before he said goodbye almost at the second he heard him.

it was hard, the few times sam had invited castiel to drink something with him he would tell him how's dean been doing, he had someone new and it was one of his past loves; a girl named cassie, how ironic but cas was happy for him because dean was doing fine, or so he thought.

"so... he's doing fine, right?" castiel asks, charlie is sitting by his side, her hand on his arm for some sort of comfort while sam looks at him and sighs "yeah, pretty much fine so maybe you should try going out yourself, dude" he urges, his tone is soft because sam knows how hard this is for cas.

"you're dreamy, cas, i know no person would resist you" charlie gives him a smile, she has always had a pretty way to bring a light to anyone who needed it and here he was, not smiling but letting a soft hum escape his lips before he took a sip from his beer "i don't think i'm ready for something like that yet"

"well, you don't have to actually engage into something too serious, cas" sam tells him and he knows that's true but he has never liked the thought of a one night stand to forget a broken heart "mhm, i don't think that's a good idea" and cas is drinking his whole bottle to try and push away the idea of touching or kissing someone who wasn't dean.

the memories of the last day they were together, the day dean broke up with him are still playing fresh on his mind and it brings a stingy feeling to his chest, a burn to his eyes and a knot to his throat. the night died and cas left that bar where he was with sam and charlie, walking to his house with easy steps, his body feeling dizzy as he remembered how dean looked at him that day, his green eyes flooded with tears and his face red because the conversation escalated to a heated argument.

dean felt like cas had changed, he was different and he tried to hard to do anything and everything by himself, keeping his problems and pretty much any issue he might have for him, never letting dean help or at least listen and well, castiel could solve almost every problem which made him feel good, superior to a lot of people until that started to get home with him, where he would push dean away with a smug smirk to do whatever his boyfriend was doing before just to look at him with an attitude that made dean feel a bit useless.

months were like that, every passing day it became worse for him and cas could feel how it wasn't as perfect as before because dean wouldn't be all giddy to see him at the end of the day, he would just greet him with a short grunt or a quick hug, the love was still there bu it felt so hard to act on it.

"is something going on?" cas voice was soft, his weight on the bed making dean look at him for a couple seconds before he went back to read his book "not at all, everything's just fine" and that was their night talk, he'll turn off the night lamp and turn around to sleep, shifting away when cas's hand tried to reach his waist to pull him closer "it's hot, let's not sleep like that tonight" was one of dean's excuses.

castiel knew something was off, that dean wasn't the same as before but what was different? he was just trying to be better, he was trying to show the world that he wasn't as naive and dumb as everyone thought, he wasn't a mere soldier and that he could do things on his own but that wasn't how it looked for his lover, little did cas knew that it was killing them slowly and painfully.

"i can't keep doing this, castiel, do you think it's fine?" dean's voice was loud, he had just arrived from work and cas tried to talk about their problems "do you know what the main problem here is? it's you, you're fucking all this up" words filled with poison and rage, it was all on his chest and castiel felt the realization "dean, i don't know what you mean, i'm trying to do all of this for us" and the calm tone on his words, the way he seemed to be so oblivious of their issues made him feel angrier.

"you're just doing this for you, man, does it makes you feel so good? it's a fucking pain in the ass, you look like you saw yourself as some kind of god and i hate it, castiel" dean was right in front of him, his index pressed on his chest "i hate all of this, what we've become it's not what i want and it's driving me insane" every single word felt like a stab.

"this is not what i deserve and i'm fucking serious" and castiel knows he's damn right, deep inside him he knew it and he had to let dean go so he couldn't hurt him anymore "i won't come back, this is how it ends" dean walks away and he can see the two bags that wait on the hallway, just like that dean walks away. the engine of the impala roars on the sidewalk and that's the only signal he has.

he had lost dean.

castiel kept playing this scene over and over again each night, when he was walking to his home after a long day at work his words would go around his mind like a broken record but this time it was different because his body went into automatic pilot as soon as he went out of the bar.

his feet walking on their own and he wasn't aware until a voice shook him off his slumber "cas?" that voice and the way his shortened name slipped out of his lips, his heartbeat running wild on his chest he was so sure dean could hear it.

there he was, holding a small shoebox with a bunch of casettes on it right in front of the black chevy impala. still beautiful, still dean winchester. forest green eyes bore into his blue ones and he tried to say something.

"what are you doing here?" he asked softly, not even cas knew it because he never noticed until he called.

"uh, i'm not really sure" his answer came out hoarse, his voice as low as always while he tilted his head a little trying to find out how he ended up standing right in front of the love of his life "it's good to see you're doing fine"

"yeah, fine... i'm doing fine" dean said, a small scoff escaping his lips "you're doing fine, cas?" he asked after leaving the box on baby's roof.

"not really, it's been a hard long time" castiel says looking away, he can feel dean's gaze on him and he fights the urge to get close, to hug him and not let go off him ever again "heard you're happy without me, i hope it's true... it hurts but it's okay, i could handle all the pain in the universe if it was for you"

and dean knows it's true, he knows how much castiel would do for him but he doesn't know where did that got lost before they broke up.

cas thought it would be dumb of him to wait for an answer, he knew dean was doing fine without him so he just walked past him. his hand patting his shoulder when he stood for a second by his side "you know i'd still die for you"

and he left, dean turned around just to look at his figure walking away from him. he wasn't doing fine either, nights were darker and not even cassie could fill the emptiness castiel left. he was left alone once again.

[xemmaleexx]

Fireworks

As a Angel Castiel had seen many things

Many many things.

Nothing more beautiful then Dean winchesters face at the sight of fireworks,

His brows raised, a smile that’s not quite there. His lips form the shape of an o at the different colours and shapes In sky.

Many beautiful things, nothing more so then Dean Winchester.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Your Next Meal: Part Two

Pairing: Castiel x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: ~700

Warnings: trying to eat your family, feeling guilty and sad for what you did, comforting!cas

Summary: You come clean to your father about what you did and the hunt you went on. He hates you didn't tell him but he's your dad and will always love you no matter what species you are.

read part one here: Your Next Meal (part two requested by @gabrielslittleangel)

Square Filled: body swap (in the sense that she swaps body with a wolf) for @castielspnbingo (deleted bingo)

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

x

Sam, Dean, and Castiel turn to run out of the room but you’re already trying to pounce on them. Saliva drips from your mouth at the thought of ripping into their bodies, and you bark so loud the noise echoes off the walls. All three men run for their lives straight down to the control room where they have access to shut down the entire Bunker. If you can’t have them, you might be inclined to leave the Bunker and hurt someone innocent.

Castiel uses his powers to slam the doors closed just as you ram your entire body into the door. Sam scrambles to press the lockdown button that shuts down every door, locks them, and turns the blinking red lights on.

You bark loudly and slam your body against the door yet again causing it to shake and almost splinter.

“How the hell did this happen?” Dean gasps.

“I don’t know. Y/N! Stop!”

You bang against the door again. This time, it does splinter and the wood pierces your arm. You howl out in pain and back up to give yourself a break. The door is made of metal but the outer layer is wood which is why it was able to break off and pierce you. Suddenly, the urge to kill isn’t so bad now that you have a wound to take care of. You whimper in pain and run down the hallway to somewhere isolated.

Sam, Dean, and Castiel stare at the door in fear you’re taking a break to ram the door again. However, after an hour of sitting there, they figure you must have moved on to something else. Sam turns the alarm off, allowing people to enter and exit the Bunker freely. The red lights shut off and are replaced by the dim yellow ones.

Castiel opens the door and sees a pool of blood by the door. Wolf or not, you’re still his daughter. If he sees blood, he’s immediately going to get worried for your safety. The trail of blood leads them to the infirmary where you’re sitting on the bed in your human form. Tears are streaming down your face as you’re trying to heal yourself.

“I’m so sorry,” you sob and yank a piece of wood out of your arm.

“What happened?” Sam asks in a gentle tone that makes you cry harder.

“I went on a hunt without you guys. I just wanted to prove myself. Life’s been hard without my powers and I wanted to do something good for once instead of screw it up like I always do. I wanted to prove I could still help people even if I’m not an angel. I got bit by the werewolf. I was so scared to tell you. I messed up. I’m so sorry,” you sob.

Sam and Dean give you and Castiel a moment to yourselves as father and daughter. They will discuss it later but this moment is reserved for you two. Castiel walks over to you and places his hand on your arm. He uses his angelic powers to heal you of any wounds you might have.

“I’m upset you didn’t tell us what happened and the fact that you went on a hunt by yourself, but you’re my daughter. I’m gonna love you no matter what species you are. We can and will definitely talk about this later, but what matters right now is that you’re okay.”

“Don’t hate me, please,” you cry and look up at him. “I’m so sorry.”

“Come here,” he whispers. He pulls you into a hug and lets you cry into his chest. He rubs your back soothingly and smooths down your hair. “I could never hate you. I love you so much. We’ll figure this out together. Garth is a werewolf. We can talk to him and have him help you adjust.”

“Okay,” you nod and pull away from him.

“Without your mother, it’s just you and me.” He leans down and kisses your head. “Right now, that’s all you’re ever going to need. We’ll figure it out together.”

You messed up but there is a way to deal with it instead of panicking and hurting someone who doesn’t deserve it. It’s not going to be easy, but what is?

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Last updated: 19th of March

♡ Kinktober Masterlists ♡

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✾ 2023 Kinktober

: Total, 9 fics

♡ Supernatural Fics ♡

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Series

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✾ Playing Couple [Unfinished/Currently being updated]

[Dean and Cas are forced to play as a couple to undergo a job. But sooner than later, the job starts to go sideways and Dean's feeling towards the angel come forth]

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One Shots

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✾ Warming Up

[Dean is left alone in the snow and calls upon an angel to warm him up]

✾ Desperation

[Dean gets hit my a mysterious pollen on one of their jobs. Cas is the only one with him and he knows what the pollen does. And the effects hit Dean before they're able to finish and head home]

✾ Destiel Valentine's Day Special

[Castiel has only heard of Valentine's Day from other humans on earth and would like to participate in this celebration with Dean]

♡ Marvel Fics ♡

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One shots

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✾Memories

[Steve is worried that Bucky doesn't remember anything but he quickly finds out that the former soldier remembers more than he lets on]

✾ Bucky oneshot

[Bucky decides to wear something different]

♡ Assassin's Creed Fics ♡

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Series

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✾ Having Earned More

[Haytham realizes that Shay hasn't been receiving the attention he needs and wants to make sure the former Assassin knows that he is wanted]

✾ Childlike Innocence [Unfinished]

[No older than sixteen, Haytham travels to America with Birch for business. It should be a new experience, something that Haytham should be able to explore out by himself and meet new people. But Birch wants him by his side and to learn of the things he does.

But all Haytham can think of is a boy around his age he met on the docks. A boy called Shay]

✾ Heart of the Sea {Shaytham Titanic Au}

Coming after Childlike Innocence

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Oneshots

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✾ In The White Roses

[When Shay doesn't come after a couple of days, Haytham becomes extremely worried. More so than he usually would. And when he finds Shay, hurt and injured, he realizes there may be more than he is letting on]

✾Night of Christmas - Shaytham Christmas Special

[Christmas has rolled around and while Shay is out celebrating, Haytham is brooding. And it's on this night that Shay finds a little understanding on why Haytham doesn't enjoy this time of year]

✾ A New Day for the New Year - Shaytham New Years Special {Kind of a sequel to Night of Christmas}

[Having invited Shay to a New Years party because there's no one else he'd rather be with, he quickly realized they should have stayed home. He can't touch Shay or hold Shay like other couple under the fireworks. Too many eyes, too many people. But Shay makes it work.]

✾ A Fool's Life (Shaytham Fic)

[Shay has come back into Haytham's life after so long, only to send him away to search another artifact. All to push away feelings that aren't permitted in an age of his time. When the time comes that Haytham can express these thoughts he's had, would such a man like Haytham be able to admit them?]

♡ Cyberpunk 2077 Fics - Male!V ♡

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Oneshots

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✾ Share Your Toys - SilverV

[V buys something interesting and Johnny isn't all too interested in playing along. All until everything becomes unbearable and he has to show V just how to use it correctly]

✾ Feeling Tense - SilverV

[Johnny realizes that V isn't feeling so good and wants to release some tension in those joints of his. Which is very out of character for a prick like himself.]

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[samdeancass]

Sweet Revenge

Requested by: Anonymous

Prompt: “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

Pairing: Castiel x platonic!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Cas, Y/N, Sam, Dean

T/W: Mentions of torture, stabbing.

Description: An angel is rooting for revenge against Castiel for rebelling against heaven. They decide to go after the people he loves. Considering the Winchesters will beat them easily, they take the closest person to him: Y/N.

You had been missing for days now. Your arms and wrists were beginning to ache from being hung for so long. Dirt and tears smeared your face from the endless tortures that the so-called angel had inflicted on you. According to him though, the worst was yet to come.

“Now, now, little Y/N, do you really think that this would be all that happened to you?” The angel stepped toward you, so close that you could feel his breath on your cheek. “I’m gonna carve you up some more, and when your little Castiel comes to rescue you, I’m going to kill you right in front of him. That will be the sweetest revenge for rebelling against his own kind.”

You tried your best not to let the angel get the better of you, but once the words sunk into you, you could no longer hold back your sobs. “Please, just leave him be. All he wanted to do was protect his friends. He was doing what he thought was right.” That seemed to have hit a nerve as the angel stormed back over to you and swiped his angel blade across your cheek, blood beginning to drip down your face. “We were his family! He should have been protecting us! He should have pushed his own thoughts aside and fought alongside his brothers and sisters!” 

Grunts and smashing sounded from behind the door and the angel immediately knew what was going on. He ran behind you and held the angel blade against your neck, letting it slightly pierce the skin. “Show time!”

Sam and Dean burst through the door first and stopped dead in their tracks when they spotted you. Cas came in next, overwhelmed with both worry and anger. “Hello, Castiel. Lovely to see you again.” “I would have said the same if you hadn’t have kidnapped Y/N. Now, this is between you and me, let them go. They have nothing to do with this.”

The angel threw his head back and cackled. “Are you kidding? They have everything to do with this! Other than those Winchesters, Y/N was the closest person to you to hurt. We figured dumb and dumber wouldn’t go down without a fight, and Y/N was the easier target. You see, I needed them in order to exact my revenge on you, Castiel, for rebelling against your family, against heaven!” 

At that moment, the angel blade was plunged into your side and an ear piercing scream erupted from your lips. Cas leapt at his brother whilst Sam and Dean hurriedly unlocked your chains. Dean took off his flannel and bunched it up against your side in an effort to stop the bleeding. 

“Sam, Dean....” “Shh, you’re going to be alright, Y/N.” Sam moved a few strands of hair out of your face. “Dean, we need to get them out of here. They’re losing a lot of blood.” “Cas! C’mon, we need to go!” Dean ran over to Cas who had successfully defeated his brother and was standing over him, his angel blade inches from his brothers face. 

“You’ve been lucky this time, but if you ever do anything like this again to one of my friends, or even think about coming after them, you won’t be so lucky.” Cas walked away and rushed over to your side, Dean following close behind. 

“Cas, Y/N’s losing a lot of blood. We need to get them back to the bunker now.” He shook his head. “We can’t move them in their current condition, I need to heal them but it’s going to take a lot of my power.” The two brothers nodded and stepped away to let Cas get to work. 

You smiled up at him when you felt a warm sensation running through your body. “Hey, Cas. Thank you for getting here.” He nodded and smiled, concentrating on healing you. “Absolutely typical, we do all the work and the angel gets all the credit.” Sam elbowed his brother in the ribs. “For once, will you just shut up!” 

 “Thank you, guys.” You chuckled at the boys bickering but felt a sharp pain at your body’s movements. A look of concern washed over Cas’s face. “Y/N, please, I need you to keep still.” You nodded your head and closed your eyes, letting the warmth pass through you.

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You awoke suddenly, sitting straight up, afraid that what you had experienced earlier was a dream. You fumbled around for the switch in your lamp and jumped a little when you seen a figure sitting in the chair next to your bed.

“Cas, what are you doing?” He gave a small smile before moving over to sit on the side of your bed. “I wanted to make sure that you were Ok. After all, you have gone through quite a lot over the past few days.” The memories of the tortures that the angel had put you through whizzed through your mind, causing tears and sobs to wrack your body. 

Cas moved over a little and wrapped you up in his arms. “It’s alright now, Y/N.  You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” He ran his fingers through your hair, trying his best to comfort you when an idea ran through his head. His fingers stopped at the top of your head and a blue light appeared from his finger tips. 

You sat up straight, confused. “Cas, what did you just do?” “I temporarily took those memories away from you. I don’t like seeing you like this. Unfortunately, I can’t take them away permanently but I wanted to help you somehow, considering it was my fault you were taken.” You shook your head. “It wasn’t your fault, Cas. Don’t ever think that! I know the dangers of being with you, Sam and Dean and I stay anyway.” 

You gave him a smile. “But thank you, what you’ve just done means a whole lot.” You lay back down beside Cas and stayed there for a while, enjoying the peace in your mind whilst it lasted with Cas watching over you.

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[virtu4l-di4ry]

everytime cas comes back dean must think “this time i’ll tell him.”

[aesthetic-babyyy]

Protective~ Dean Winchester imagine

Warnings// angst, fluff and cock blocking

Word count// 1400

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You Sam and Dean had just finished a pretty rough ghoul hunt, once you guys had all showered the remnants of the night, dean suggested you guys head out for a few drinks to celebrate, once you got to the bar Dean and you slide into a booth, deans arm wrapping around your shoulders pulling you into his side “you get the first round Sammy” Dean said smirking at his brother, Sam rolled his eyes “fine but you’re next” he said walking to the bar

“So how you feeling after you’re first ghoul sweetheart” you looked up at your boyfriend “well I’ve gotta say I won’t be chasing one for a very long time, much prefer a simple salt and burn” Dean chuckled kissing the side of your head, “alright beers are severed” Sam said sitting down with the drinks “thanks Sammy” you said taking a drink out the bottle

You and the guys were having a great time talking about passed hunts before you’d met them “he just looked at me all upset and said ‘I lost my shoe’ all because he lost the damn rabbits foot” Dean laughed finishing his second beer, “alright my round boys just another beer?”you questioned getting up “yeah thanks Y/N” Sam said “yeah me too thank you sweetheart” you hooded moving to the slightly crowded bar you quickly got the bar tenders attention “hi three beers please” the man nodded “that’ll be 12 bucks gorgeous” he said placing three beers in front of you, you nodded handing him a 20 dollar bill, the bar tender went to get your change leaving you standing for a few minutes

“what’s a beautiful girl like you doing at a place like this” a man grumbled out from one of the bar stools, he looked to be a drunk creep no younger than mid 50s “I’m here with my boyfriend and friend” you said back hoping he’d back off at the boyfriend comment “ah bet your boyfriend doesn’t treat you like I would” the man said moving closer to you “look buddy I’m not interested I’m in a relationship” he didn’t seem too happy with that “you better watch yourself you bitch I’m giving you a choice the only thing you should be saying is yes sir, because that’s the only damn thing you’ll be saying when I’m pounding you in front of your little boyfriend you slut!” he spat out, “is there a problem here miss?” The bartender asked returning with your change “no everything’s fine thanks” you said grabbing the change stuffing it in your pocket before taking the beers back to the winchesters

“Hey sweetheart everything good? You were gone a while” Dean said grabbing his beer and pulling you back to your place at his side “yeah fine just waiting for my change” you answered quietly, you could see the man from the bar staring at you his hand holding his glass tightly in his grasp as he wouldn’t break eye contact “I’m gonna head back to the motel after this one guys I’m pretty tired” you said feeling uncomfortable either the stares the man wa giving you, dean nodded “yeah I think we’ll all head out then, you good with that Sam?” Dean questioned, Sam nodded

Once you guys finished your drinks you made your way to the exit, from the corner of your eye you seen the man get up, following your trail to the exit, starting to feel scared you grabbed deans hand tight, Dean turned to look at you concerned “you okay Y/N? You hands really sweaty” you nodded to answer him too nervous to even speak, you thought the night air would make you feel better but knowing the man was following behind was just making your feel sick, before you could get into baby dean stopping you, both hands on your arms as he looked at you “sweetheart my job is lying for a living, I know somethings bothering you and I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what it is” Dean asked alerting Sam “what’s going on?”

Sighing you looked behind the brothers to find the man staring at you from behind a car “there was a guy at the bar, he freaked me out a little bit I didn’t care too much until he sat staring at me for the last hour so I wanted to leave but he followed us out here” you said, your heart pounding in your chest, Dean got an angry look on his face as he turned searching the parking lot “where the hell is he!” Dean moved to look around finding him quickly, Dean stormed over “hey! The hell do you want jackass? You think you can harass my girlfriend I wouldn’t find out” Dean grabbed the man by his shirt “not my fault she’s a whore man, just wanted a little taste of her sweet p-”Dean didn’t let him finish his sentence before he was released punching him in the face “my nose!” The man yelped but dean wasn’t done yet, Sam was holding you in a hug blocking the fight from your eyes

Once dean was done teaching the man a lesson in how to respect women he walked back over to you and sam “alright he’s down, let’s get back to the motel” Dean said getting in the drivers seat. Once you guys made it back to the motel you followed the brothers back to the room, Sam went into the bathroom leaving you and Dean alone

sighing dean sat on the bed you two would be sharing, he started to wrap his bloody knuckles you let out a shaky breath before sitting beside him and taking his hand “I got it” you said taking out the rubbing alcohol and rubbing it on his wounds, Dean flinched slightly at the sting “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He asked softly you looked up giving him a small smile “I just didn’t want to bother you, I just didn’t realise how big a creep the guy was till he followed us out” dean nodded “sweetheart if someone or something is ever bothering you I don’t give a rats ass how by or small, you tell me and I will take care of it” you nodded “yeah I will I’m sorry dean” Dean was shaking his head “you have nothing to be sorry for Y/N you did nothing wrong” you wrapped your arms around deans shoulders pulling him to a hug, we wrapped his own around your waist holding you close to him

You pulled away to give him a small kiss, however a small kiss with Dean was never really just a small kiss, this one being no different as Dean was swiping his to tongue along your bottom lip, you parted your lips allowing dean to explore your mouth, you moaned quietly when dean pushed you slightly to lay back on the bed as he moved to lean on top of you as you continued to make out, deans hand was tugging at the hem of your shirt, and just when you were about to take it off the bathroom door opened, the younger Winchester emerged in his pyjama pants and shirt “seriously!” He yelped turning away

Dean sighed moving to stand up “relax Sammy were decent” you chuckled as you moved to get up and get changed in the bathroom, Dean following close behind “seriously don’t guys I don’t want a repeat of the hunt back in Chicago” you giggled “I promise Sammy we’ll keep it PG” you and Dean changed into your sleepwear, Dean sporting the same as sam, minus the shirt, he found them to be annoying when it got too hot in bed, you in a pair of shorts and deans old led zeppelin shirt

When you both emerged from the bathroom Sam was already tucked in for the night, all lights off minus the one in the bathroom, you and Dean made your way to the bed getting in either side Dean quickly grabbed your waist tugging you close enough so you could rest your head on his bare chest and tangle your legs together “we’re definitely getting our own room next hunt” Dean whispered kissing the top of your head, you chuckled at his remark closing your eyes “whatever you say Winchester”

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