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gococogo · 2 months

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♡ Destiel Valentine's Day Special ♡

Synopsis: Castiel has never celebrated Valentine's Day and so he wishes to do so with Dean. He wishes to show Dean how much he loves him and from the YouTube tutorials he's watched, things seem to work

Word Count: 3.4K

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Warnings: Childhood trauma/anal/biting/marking

Notes: @ja3hwa helped me a shit ton on this fic. I couldn't have finished it without her ehhe. But I did it, it is here on time and I'm quite happy with it. I wish I had more time, but eh, what are you going to do? Sue me!?

Flowers had just been the beginning of it all. He had found them by his bed side when he woke up. Being very confused and still very tired, he went to seek out anyone in the bunker for an answer.

Then it had turned into petals down every single corridor in the bunker. That had Sam laughing up a lung when all Dean could do was look around confused in the main foyer. Everywhere was covered in red rose petals. On the chairs, on the table, on the bookshelves. It was like some cupid had come around and vomited up petals.

“Do you know what’s going on?” Dean had asked with his face scrunched up with one of those looks.

Sam had only shrugged and said, “Maybe.”

Then, he had walked away with a shit eating grin on his face that had Dean boiling with anger. With that, the discission to go back to his room was adamant. He wanted to change and get dressed for the day. But, he found something else.

Castiel, an angel of the lord and a warrior for heaven, throws unwrapped chocolates onto Dean’s bed.

For a moment, the hunter can only stand there and watch the angel grab a handful of chocolates from a larger than life box -most likely from Costco with Sam’s membership if his brother is in on this- before throwing them onto the bed like he’s throwing a frisbee. The sight is… it’s a sight.

Dean clears his throat and Cas whips around with wide blue eyes. If the angel had any feathers, Dean can take a guess that they would be ruffled.

“Was that you with all…” Dean waves his hand as if shooing a fly, “that out there?”

“Do you like it?” Is the reply he gets from the angel as he takes a step away from the bed.

Dean can only stare, his gaze flicking to the chocolates on his bed to the angel with his brows raised waiting for an answer. He clutches the large box to his chest, almost like holding a child it’s that big. But Dean doesn’t know what to say. Like, yeah he likes it but… this has never happened to him before.

“I uhh-“

Cas’s brows furrow before he crosses the room to Dean, throwing the box of chocolates beside the bed.

“You do know it’s Valentine’s Day today, right?” Cas asks.

Valentine’s Day!? It’s February already!? Dean tries to hide his panic but it’s clear on his face. Where in hell did January go!? They’ve been on so many hunts lately that they nearly missed New Years! And now Valentine’s Day!? This year was going by quicker than he thought.

He tries to play it off with a smirk and a gruff, “Of course I knew!”

But the angel doesn’t look impressed.

He raises a hand to cup Dean’s cheek who flinches slightly at the touch. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Cas, but he makes no comment of it.

“It’s alright if you forgot,” Cas says softly.

Dean chortles at this as he softly takes the angel’s hand off of his face. But he doesn’t let go of it, holding onto it between them.

“That’s not the point,” Dean murmurs.

Cas raises a brow with a tilt of his head, urging the hunter to go on. This leads to Dean letting out a staggered sigh. He didn’t really know the point himself, nor why he constantly acts so recoiled with Cas’s affection at times. He did love the angel, but the image of his father would come creeping in his mind at times. And it always left a distaste in his mouth.

Why couldn’t he just love the angel they way Cas wanted, the way he needed.

“I’m just…” The hunter huffs, rubbing his scruffy chin, then his eyes. Before pinching his nose with another huff. Cas could see Dean turn on himself, something he did a lot. He’s self-destructive.

“Dean. It’s okay.” Cas can’t recall a moment he didn’t say this to his lover.

It’s okay. Two simple words that humans use to reassure one another. Normally it’s always hollow and more of a silent lie, but Cas had never meant it as such. It’s okay meant; I’m here. I understand. I love you.

“How did you get stuck with me?” Dean scoffs, thinking low of himself.

Cas is so attentive; Dean would always question if he would be a perfect fit for someone else. Someone more like him. Maybe another angel perhaps? Not some hunter that can barely face the fact he is in love with such an angelic man.

Someone that it’s been drilled into his head time and time again that all creatures are bad. That it’s always shoot first and ask questions later. That did happen the first time he met Cas, but beside the point.

Something has changed inside of him that’s changed only for the angel.

“I like being stuck with you,” Cas tries his luck again, tugging a hand free from Deans tight grasp to lay a cupped hand on his bearded cheek.

Dean doesn’t flinch this time. In fact, he moulds his hand over Cas’s much softer one, his rough palms such a wild contrast to the angelic beings. One would thing that a warrior of heaven would have a soldier’s hands. But Dean doesn’t care, he leans into the touch and lays a small, soft kiss into the palm of the angel. Cas chuckles softly to himself, a deep rumble that Dean always loves.

“Thank you…for the uh stuff.” Dean mumbles letting go of Cas’s hand so the angel could place his it back to his sides in almost an awkward manner.

Cas turns to face the bed again inspecting his work. He spent almost three whole days with Sam trying to find the best way to please Dean with this human holiday. So, to say he was nervous that Dean was not going like it was an understatement.

“I’m glad. I watched a tutorial on that YouTube thing you showed me.” Cas emphasised the word Tube with a strong ‘B’.

Cas then begins to ramble on about how he purchased such items and how he managed to use one of Sam real credit card. Dean rolls his eyes with a grunt before coming forward and wrapping his arms around Cas’s waist. He kisses the nape of his neck where the skin is exposed above his trench coat and the angel goes ridged, his words getting caught in his throat.

“Oh…” The angel peeps out. The tutorial was correct.

Dean begins undoing Cas’s buttons from behind, his fingers skilled from doing this many, many times in his past. He may not be great at sappy words, but he could classify himself an expert in other departments.

Cas turns around in the hunter’s hold to only have a pair of desperate lips crash into his. The angel grimaces but holds onto Dean’s face and doesn’t let him go. He pulls the hunter closer as his shirt is pulled out his pants. He’s slowly walked backward into the back of the bed. As soon as his knees hit the bed, he spins Dean around as if they were dancing.

Dean lands on the chocolate ridden bed with a gruff, “Oof,” before he can even register what just happened.

The hunter watches Cas shrug off his trench coat that flops to the ground heavily. Then, he pulls off his jacket and already undone shirt in the same motion. Dean can’t help but let his eyes wonder over the angel’s toned chest.

A little heavily, Cas sits down a top of Dean’s hips. The bed creaks under the added weight, but it’s nothing it can’t handle. Cas grinds down ever so softly but the motion has Dean grunting deep within his throat, his hands instantly grabbing onto the angel’s waist.

“Let me show you, Dean,” Cas grumbles deeply as he bends down, so close to the hunter that their noses touch, “Let me show you that you’re loved. That you’re cared for. That I love you.”

Dean breathing hitches in his throat as the angel kisses him deeply. Many would dream of this moment. To be kissed by an angel that they’ve read about in the bible. Or heard about from their priest and how the lord will send one down to help them in their worries. Well, Dean has many worries and problems, but he doesn’t think any priest or bible reader would be able to wrap their head around a sight like this one.

One that has an angel of the lord, grinding his hips down on his hardening crotch. One that has him doing something special for Valentine’s Day. Showing him how much he loves him and how much he’s cared.

At this affection, it has Dean feeling all weird and gooey inside. Something that he has never felt before with his one-night stands. There’s something about Cas that has Dean feeling desperate every single time. Out of breath, red in the face, weak in the knees.

It’s Dean that has to pull away from the kiss for air. He pants as his head spins from lack of oxygen and because Cas is still grinding down onto him, it makes his feel even dizzier in the head. The angel’s been either watching too many pornos or he’s picked up some shit from the hunter.

“Get these clothes off me,” Dean growls deeply before bringing Cas down for another kiss with a hand on the back of his head.

The angel groans as Dean tugs at his hair, keeping him as place so that he can abuse his mouth. But he does as the man wishes, breaking the kiss once again. He begins taking Dean’s clothes off as quick as he can. Pulling his shirt off over his head and unbuckling his jeans to pull them down. Dean’s half hard cock becomes exposed to the cold bunker air and he hisses through his teeth.

Cas is quick to follow suit, slipping his own pants off as well. And Dean soaks up the view all the same. He’ll never get over seeing the angel like this.

And certainly, won’t get over how the angel plods over to the bedside drawer and opens it up. His bare ass is open to the world and Dean can’t resist. It’s like there’s a massive red, neon sign pointing to his lily white ass saying, Smack me. So, he leans over where he is on the bed and slaps it.

The only reaction Dean gets from Cas is a slow turn of the head with a frown deep set on his face. He’s slightly disappointed in the hunter. He grabs Dean’s still outstretched hand and pins it to the bed as he climbs onto the bed again and over the top of the other.

“That was impulsive,” Cas murmurs.

“Hey,” Dean pipes up. “It was right there.”

Cas rolls his eyes at this but let’s go of his hand so that he can pop the lid of the lube he grabbed from the bedside table open. It should be embarrassing that he knows where to look without asking Dean, but he shouldn’t be all too worried. All worrisome thoughts are quickly ridden of though. Dean can’t help but runs his fingers over the angel’s thighs as he pours a generous amount of lube onto his fingers.

He's all too tempted to reach in between Cas’s legs and touch. But he holds himself strong, waiting for the angel to say he can. He’s learnt well in the past to not touch in certain places without asking. The angel explained it as overwhelming but in a way that every single sensitive touch is like a hundred fireworks. What a thought.

Touching your own dick and fireworks begin bursting out of you.

Then, the angel lifts himself up a bit. And all while making eye contact with Dean, those blue eyes so dark now that they’re almost like midnight, he pushed two slicked fingers into himself. Dean bites the inside of his cheek as he grips Cas’s thighs tighter. Small grunts escape the angel’s throat as he leans over Dean more, working himself open for him. Dean swallows thickly, a warmth coiling in his gut at the sight. All for him. He grips Cas’s thighs tighter again, not being to break eye contact with him.

He feels like he’ll miss something. The sight of Cas is intoxicating. He wonders why his father saw this as wrong and unnatural. There’s nowhere else Dean would rather be right now. He would never be able to admit that out loud, but he just hopes that his angel knows that. Maybe one day he’ll be able to speak his mind without thinking he’s sounding like a little boy.

Then all of a sudden, like something out of Dean’s pornos, Cas reaches around to grab the hunter’s cock. He gives it a few strokes with his lubed-up fingers and each touch feels like fire to Dean. He holds his breath as the angel lines himself up, biting his lip with the amount of concentration on his face. The head of Dean’s cock pushes in smoothly and it feels like the hunter can’t breathe, all the air being punched out of him.

Slowly, the angel works himself onto Dean’s cock. Inch by inch, he’s determined to get every bit of the hunter into him. Cas breathes heavily through his nose as he closes his eyes, getting lost in the feeling himself. Dean can’t help but imagine the fireworks and it has him grinning.

Finally, the angel sinks down fully and sits on top of Dean with a shaky sigh. Dean can’t let go of the angel’s thighs. If he does, he reckons he’ll float away and never come back.

Only because it’s Cas, it feels so much different for Dean. The angel has Dean throwing his head back into the blankets and chocolates with a little movement of his hips. His finger nails scratch into Cas’s thighs and he can’t help but pant and groan deep within his chest. His angel hasn’t even done anything special, and he feels his skin buzzing.

Cas spreads his hands out onto Dean’s chest, his thumb rubbing over the tattoo on his peck. He sits on Dean for a moment, fully flush against his hips. He breathes slowly, taking in the beautiful sight of Dean trying to hold it together. He begins a slow yet brutal pace to watch Dean writhe. Moving his ass up an inch before moving back down with a twist of his hips. Each movement he’s able to get a small whine from his lover beneath him.

He keeps up the slow and agonizing pace though, waiting for Dean to say something. But he won’t force it out of him, he likes seeing him squirm a little.

“C-Cas,” Dean pants out. “Cas, please move fa-ah-ah,” he’s cut off for a moment, having to find his words in the muddle of moans and groans that force their way from his mouth. “Faster,” he gets out finally.

The angel can’t help but grin as he does as Dean wishes. He rises up until the head of the hunter’s cock sits at his rim then comes back down with another twist of his hips. He quickens his pace and his own hard cock bobs between his legs. The heat that coils in his own gut is intoxicating. Something he’s had to get use to with feeling everything tenfold.

With the new pace, Dean quivers and groans with every movement and coarse of pleasure that strikes through him. He looks to the angel through squinted eyes and feels his heart jump in his throat. Cas, his angel, he’d have to be an idiot to not see beauty in him.

He brings his angel down with his hands on either side of his face to kiss him. He just needs him close. Needs to feel his breath against his face. Needs to taste him on his tongue. He moves his hips upwards every time Cas comes down and each time it gets a grunt from the angel. A beautiful sound that is silky to the ears.

Dean pulls away from the kiss, having to catch air. But it’s very hard when Cas begins pecking and sucking at his jaw and neck quickly after. It’s all too much. He tries to flip Cas over like he’s done so many times. So that he can get at a better angle to fuck into Cas. But the angel holds him down tight on the bed.

Cas continues his pace, working himself on Dean’s dick without a faulter in his progress. He also continues nipping at Dean’s skin, kissing and sucking at him. Leaving marks wherever he’s been that will be there for days to come.

Dean holds onto Cas as his gut tightens, everything becoming fuzzy. He’s close and Cas is going to make him come his way tonight. And he holds on for dear life.

“C-Cas,” Dean pants out. “’M close.”

He can feel the angel smile into his neck as he changes the pace again. To something that has him taking the entirety of Dean and grinding down where he sits. Dean splutters, trying to move his hips but his legs begin to feel like jelly. He moves his knees up the best he can, so that he can move his hips in a way that he’s actually getting a grip on Cas. What the angel is doing to him is torture.

Cas sits up again and arches his back. He breathes heavily, sweat trickling down his chest and stomach. He rests his back against Dean’s knees, using it as a support so that he can concentrate on what he’s doing.

Dean squeezes his eyes shut, his breath hitching in his throat at his loss of simple thoughts. And he doesn’t register it at first. The thing that’s pressing up against his flushed lips. But when he opens his eyes, he gladly takes the sweet chocolate being pushed into his mouth. Two fingers follow after it and Dean sucks at them before he knows what he’s doing. The chocolate breaks inside of his mouth and a gooey caramel covers the angel’s fingers and his tongue. He groans at the taste of the chocolate. If only if the brown sweet could taste this amazing all the time.

Without even asking, Dean begins licking and cleaning the angel’s fingers from the sweet and salty caramel and chocolate. He never breaks eye contact, looking at Cas through long lashes. His tongue twists and curls around Cas’s soft fingers, not leaving an ounce of caramel behind.

Once deemed acceptable, Cas removes his fingers and smiles at Dean’s work. He wishes to grab another, but the hunter has other plans.

With this new found position from Cas, Dean is finally able to move his hips properly. He grips onto Cas’s waist and begins driving his cock into the angel. The angel shivers and trembles at the abuse, having to hold onto Dean’s chest for support. He’s so close and he needs that little extra oomph. He grunts and whines as he comes closer and closer until finally.

Cas lays a hand over one of Dean’s hands as the hunter comes undone deep inside of the angel. His thrusts stutter but he gets a few more in before letting himself go fully. He can’t help but moan as his body goes ridged. He doesn’t let go nor does he move from inside Cas. He lets himself get lost in the orgasm and the sticky feeling dribbling down his balls.

It takes awhile before Dean comes back to the land of the living. Out of breath, sweaty and having lust filled eyes stare down at him is a wonderful mixture of things.

Cas moves off of Dean and the hunter’s softening dick flops onto his thigh. The angel sits down on his stomach gently, his stare never leaving the man under him. Dean swallows thickly, licking his caramel sweet lips. He looks down at Cas’s still hard and reddened cock between his legs and grunts in his throat.

“Give me,” Dean swallows thickly again. “Five minutes and we’ll go round two,” he says as he holds up two fingers.

Cas raises his brow. “Are you sure?”

Dean nods with a snort. “Of course, it’s Valentine’s, isn’t it?”

Happy Valentine's Day bitches :)

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queen-of-deans-booty · 5 months

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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!

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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welldonebeca · 9 months

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The Farm (I)

Summary: After dropping Sam and Jess at Stanford, Dean surprises you with a visit to Shurley Farms. Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader. With a side of A!Dean x O!Cassie, A!Castiel x O!Reader, and A!Dean x O!OC WC: 3.2k words Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics. Oral sex, dirty talking, degrading kink, lactation kink, exhibitionism.

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"Now, isn't this place so much nicer?" you looked at Jess and Sam.

You and Dean had come down with them to Stanford, to say the proper goodbyes, spend a little more time together and settle them in a more comfortable way.

Now, their debts were being taken care of by Dean, and you were helping them move out of their itsy bitsy tiny old house and into a proper flat.

"It's very generous," Jess hummed, looking around.

The place was all furnished, so they wouldn't have to worry about it. It was very pretty too.

"And, I was able to convince the guy to let you two rent just while you graduate," Dean stepped to her, putting a hand around her waist. "So you can move back home as soon as you are finished."

She rested her head on his shoulder, looking happy.

"I'm going to miss you so much," your sweet Omega lamented.

You jumped, surprised, when Sam came up behind you, touching your belly.

"Are you sure you are okay?" he kissed your cheek. "Don't you want to take a nap before hitting the road again?"

You chuckled a bit.

"Oh, Sam," you covered his hand. "This is a Winchester baby, remember? She loves the car already."

"Or he," Dean added.

You rolled your eyes.

"She!" you stated, sticking your tongue out.

Your baby was a girl.

As the mama, you knew it.

Dean shook his head.

"Alright, goodbye," he kissed Jess. "I gotta go punish that bratty Omega of hours."

Sam gave your ass a little pat, and you walked back to Dean, already perking up.

Punish you?

You followed him out of the car, curious.

It wouldn't be the first time Dean would spank you in Baby, but right there? In the parking lot?

That was new.

"Alpha?"

"Come on," he called you. "In the car."

You entered it quickly, eagerly waiting.

Was he going to spank you?

Make you warm his cock with your mouth?

But Dean just entered the car and... drove.

That was it?

"Dean?" you called.

"Hm?" he looked at you.

You stared at him, waiting.

Where was your punishment?!

"You said you were going to punish me!" you reminded him.

Your husband laughed aloud.

"Oh, I just said that so we could leave faster!"

You blinked, surprised.

Why was he laughing? It wasn't funny!

But Dean laughed even more!

"What, did you want me to punish you?" he taunted you.

You pouted, crossing your arms.

"Awn, baby," he put a hand on your knee. "Don't worry. I'm not going to punish you because I have a surprise for you."

You perked up quickly interested.

"You do?"

He smiled, amused.

"Well, I've been working behind the scenes, talking and... you know," he continued to drive. "Doctor Gabriel told me a little more about his family, put me in contact with a few of them... you know, his brothers. His little brother, even."

You frowned, confused.

What did that have to do with anything?

"They are actually working on the newest farm, you know?" he told you. "Out in the West."

The West?

Wait, which coast was this?

East or West?

You were never good with that.

"And he put me in contact with the brother who is responsible for it," Dean continued. "You know... a dude named... Castiel."

You wiped your head so quickly it almost snapped your neck.

“Dean…” you whined, face burning at the memory of touching yourself to his demonstration video.

Your Alpha just smirked.

"He’s going to give us a tour," he told you. "So you better be a good girl during it, Omega."

You tried not to get wet with what he was offering you.

A real visit to the farm?!

Meeting Castiel?!

Would you even be able to look him in the eye after seeing him fuck that Omega?

Still, your mind rushed the whole hour Dean drove, until you were in front of a half-constructed building on a large farm still mostly empty.

You were still gazing outside when Dean opened your door, helping you out of the car.

"Don't worry so much, baby," he rubbed your back. "If you don't want to stay...-"

"I do!" you interrupted him. "I just... I want to be good."

He smirked, and your heart was beating so fast you wondered if he knew.

Dean leaned down and kissed your lips.

"You are a good Omega," he petted your chin. "A very good Omega."

You nodded, a little calmer, though you squeezed his hand tight as he guided you inside and stopped in front of a reception desk.

"Good afternoon," he greeted. "You must be Meg?"

She glanced up at him and then at you, not very excited.

"Sign-ups are online," she said simply. "We do not accept any show-ups."

You frowned.

"What?" you asked, confused.

What was she talking about?

"Listen, I'm sure you got some good milk, but there are procedures, sweetheart."

You nearly gasped, going hot on the face when you realised what she was implying about you.

"I'm not here to sign-up!" you protested.

You would have left if Dean didn't hold you right in place.

"I'm Dean Winchester, this is my wife, Y/N," he told her. "We are here for a scheduled meeting with Castiel."

Meg clicked her tongue, finally checking her computer.

"You are, aren't you?" she looked up. "What a shame. But you can meet him in his office, second room on the right."

She pressed a button, and the door behind her opened.

You glared at her as Dean pulled you to go with him before you could start thinking of saying anything to her.

What a rude woman.

Dean walked into his office first, tugging you along, and there, right behind the desk was the man himself.

Castiel.

His focus was on some paperwork and he looked like he was paying a lot of attention to it before Dean cleared his throat.

His bright blue eyes looked at your husband first, but quickly moved to you, and your heart skipped a beat when he stopped up.

"Mr Winchester and Mrs Winchester," he greeted. “Welcome.”

You two sat down, and your eyes ran over him as the two men by your side started talking, and you tried - hard - to understand them - but it was all business lingo and stuff you didn't understand.

Castiel was so big.

Maybe not as tall as Dean or Sam, but he was very large.

And his voice was so deep, it echoed inside your torso like the bass of a song.

His eyes connected with yours for a moment, and you felt yourself blushing, a little started when he spoke to you all of a sudden.

“Would you like a tour around the facility?” he asked you

You blinked, surprised.

“Oh?" you exclaimed. "I thought you were still under construction?”

Castiel smiled charmingly.

“Well, yes but we were able to start up some progress before the full building is made," he told you. "It's all locked up because we don't have a lot of security, but you two are owners too, so... you know. Not a problem."

Your eyes widened.

"Owners?" you asked.

Dean just said he had a few stocks!

Castiel looked between you and Dean.

"Yes, ma'am," he confirmed. "You are the biggest shareholders outside of my family."

When you turned to him, your husband just winked at you.

"Surprise, sweetheart," he smiled.

Before you could ask more questions, Castiel stood and opened the door.

"Let's go," he led you two. "I'm sure you'll be positively impressed."

You followed him out, watching everything attentively.

He showed you the break room, a place with very comfortable couches, a few fridges and looking like a very relaxing place for Omegas to rest and talk.

The board rooms were nothing different from what you expected, where shareholders and owners could meet and talk.

"This farm will sadly be the smallest one we have so far," he told you. "If you ever decided to visit the East, our main farm has four floors dedicated to our Omega's offices. It's where I mainly work, I'm just supervising this one for my brother Michael."

You nodded along, realising you hadn't seen the offices yet.

"And where are the private offices?" you asked him.

Castiel looked at you, surprised.

"I read your company has private and shared offices," you confessed, feeling your cheeks warm.

"She is really passionate about your business," your husband chuckled.

Castiel nodded, smiling.

"Well, the private offices are still under construction," he told you. "But our shared office is ready. I told some of our Omegas we would have some visitors, so they prepared for it. We only have a handful of employees at this time, but I can introduce you to three of them."

His gaze darkened a bit, and you exchanged a look with Dean, but your husband didn't seem to notice.

Castiel led you to another side of the building before entering a room that was just the size of a bedroom, but there was no bed inside. Instead, there was that famous milking machine and the knotting machine that you remembered getting wet too.

The first Omega who walked to you was in her forties and all smiley.

"Hello, you must be the visiting new owners," she greeted you.

Her tits were so big!

"Hi," you greeted weakly.

"Elizabeth, could you tell them about your experience working for us?" Castiel instructed her.

She smiled.

"Well, I'm a mother," she told you two. "But my three kids are already in college and didn't have a lot to do until I heard about the Farm. I always tried to pump at home and donate my milk there, but it was still not enough. I like the benefits, and the work is very good. That's why I'm here."

That was so nice!

"Let's give them a demonstration, shall we?" Castiel asked her.

She nodded, and you watched them, clutching Dean's hand.

Was that a good idea?

Still, Castiel didn't look affected by your nervousness, quickly setting Elizabeth up.

"I see you're not using the toy," your husband pointed out when she just saw on a chair.

Elizabeth giggled, a little embarrassed.

"Well, most of the Omegas do use the toy's pleasure to produce milk faster, but I'm an old Omega," she told you. "I just can't keep up."

Dean took off his leather jacket discreetly and wrapped it around you, maybe expecting something from you.

Castiel just smiled, reaching and caressing her cheek.

"Oh, don't say that," he cooed, and you could see her melting. "If the stories your husband tells are right, then you've been improving."

"Improving?" you asked, focus taken from her chest.

"Oh," she looked at you. "I used to be a bit of a nag before the farm. You know... too many things in my mind, never satisfied or happy with anything since my nest emptied. This job helped a lot."

She shook her head, and then looked at Castiel.

"Castiel helped," she corrected her.

He smiled, kissing the back of her head.

Well, he seemed like a nice boss, then.

"Sometimes Omegas need to be reminded of their purpose," he affirmed, sweetly.

You all did, right?

Castiel kissed her cheek and guided you to walk out of the room.

"As I said, the private offices are still being built," he told you, closing Elizabeth's door. "So they are using these spaces for work. Those rooms are going to be converted into our pasteurisation area, it's why the walls are made of thin wood. It's a temporary space."

You looked at the walls, and they did look temporary.

"The doors are also going to be changed, we just put them here to get them privacy," he told you, opening a new door.

The Onega inside was already attached to the machine.

To both of them.

"This is Cassandra," he told you. "Cassie. For short."

You gazed at Cassie, and she held back a moan at your presence. Oh, the naughty little thing, too embarrassed to be heard but not to be seen.

"Cassie, dear," he spoke softly. "I told you we had guests."

"I know, Mr Novak," she whimpered, trying to hold back her moans.

You gulped, watching her tits being milked by the machine. She had so much milk.

"Holy shit," Dean hissed. "That toy is definitely bruising her up."

You tore your eyes from her milk and looked at her ass. She was dressed, and you couldn't see the toy in her cunt, but the machine was in a very, very fast setting.

Castiel shook his head and took a small remote from her hand.

"Well, Cassie, how about you tell them about yourself?"

The machine slowed down, and you licked your lips, warm between your legs.

"I'm a student," she spoke, clearly trying to stay coherent. "And I had a problem with leaking."

Castiel hummed a bit.

"She did," he agreed. "It's why we accepted her as an early employee. We knew she needed our services as much as we needed her."

"What do you study?" you asked her.

Cassie pressed her lips together.

"Communications," she whined. "Wanna be a journalist."

Castiel chuckled.

"She is very smart when she is not being fucked, I promise," he assured you.

Her face flushed in embarrassment, and you couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her body. She was so beautiful, tall and with big tits. Not huge, but with so much potential.

"Mr Novak," she whined, looking at him. "Can I have it now? What you promised?”

Castiel chuckled.

"Not while I'm doing the tour, honey."

She whined, boomed, and then he looked at the two of you.

"Well... Mr Winchester?"

Your husband stepped back, nearly hiding behind you.

"You could offer yourself to solve her oral fixation," he suggested. "If you two are comfortable with that."

"Can I suck your cock?" she pleaded. "Please?"

Your husband was shocked at the question, and you glanced at him.

Oh, he was hard.

"What kind of question -"

"You should," you told him. "You're so hard already, Dean. And the floor doesn't look comfortable for my knees. I can continue the tour with Mr Novak on my own."

"We can stay," Castiel told you. "It's only appropriate, as you are his Omega. I would never suggest you leave him here on his own."

You nodded. It made sense. At least the way he said it did.

"Please," Cassie moaned. "Please, sir!"

Your husband unzipped his pants. He wasn't wearing his flannel today, just his leather jacket and a V-neck shirt. He was so handsome.

"There you go," he spoke hesitantly.

Cassie didn't even hesitate, quickly taking his cock and grabbing his hips, wrapping her lips around it and swallowing him.

Dean froze, shocked at her just pulling him, but Castiel didn't care. He was a boss trying to make his employee happy!

"Fuck," your husband moaned when she deep-throated him.

He pushed his fingers into her curly hair, slowly fucking her mouth. It wouldn't do good to harm his property, right?

Your brain caught with your thought.

Property?!

God, how fucked up were you?

Still, you rubbed your legs together, eager, turned on by everything.

"Would you mind if I recorded it?" Castiel asked, all of a sudden.

Dean turned, confused.

"For the... hm... business website?"

Castiel shook his head.

"To Cassie's boyfriend," he told him, phone in hand. "It will help with her training."

Your husband nodded, and you watched as Castiel pulled a ring light before putting his phone in his pocket and going for Cassie's bag, setting her phone up and recording, focused on her face and Dean's hips.

You licked your lips watching them, and Dean grunted.

"You're slutty little cow, aren't you?" he caressed her hair. "No wonder you need to be fucked this early in the morning. Didn't even wait for us."

Castiel analysed them closely and calmly, as if they weren't doing anything surprising.

"You can go faster," he said simply. "A good bruising will be a suitable punishment."

Your husband looked very happy.

He fucked her throat faster, moaning and growling, and your chest ached.

Oh, you were going to leak soon.

Castiel looked at you, and your cheeks heated up, and you held the jacket closer, afraid of embarrassing yourself.

"Sweetie, come over," he instructed. "Look from this angle."

You complied, obedient.

He took off your jacket, hanging it aside, and gave you a little look before moving you to face Dean again.

"Look at him," he whispered near your ear. "Cassie is such a good cock-sucker, you know?"

You nodded weakly, rubbing your legs together, and gasped when he touched your chest over your shirt.

"Dean told me all about you," he told you, chuckling. "Said I'm your favourite porn star."

You bit your lip, holding back a sound, not wanting to ruin the video.

"I'm glad you liked our videos," he massaged your breast. "If we only caught you sooner... Dean says you have so much milk... but you are more of a breeder than a milker."

You held back a whine, rubbing your legs together.

"Sadly, we haven't cornered that market yet," he joked, chuckling.

His fingers worked and worked on your chest, and you blushed more.

“I’m going to-” you whispered.

“Shh,” he interrupted you. “You know, my brother Raphael says we need the public to respond better to us before we start offering breeding whores like you for sale.”

Your legs weakened and he held you in place.

You loved Dean and your life so much, but the thought of being filled up and leaking all day sounded so insanely good. Just being bred and milked the whole day.

“I can smell your slick,” he whispered into your ear. “Are you wet, sweet girl? I think you are.”

You squirmed, legs wet under your dress.

“I bet I could slide right in, and you would welcome my cock,” he hummed. “And without worrying about breeding you, because you are already bred.”

The pressure in your chest grew.

“Please,” you whimpered. “I’m going to wet my clothes all over.”

Castiel cooed you, all mockingly.

"Poor little thing," he kissed your cheek, taking his hand away.

You whined at the lack of touch, but didn't say anything.

"Cassie, dear, make him cum already," he commanded. "We have a tour to finish."

Not a second later, your husband moaned aloud, stopping fucking her mouth and cumming suddenly.

Castiel just chuckled.

"I told you, sweet thing," he looked at you. "She is very good."

He gave you your jacket back, and you covered yourself just at the right time before you felt your milk starting to dribble down, and you zipped it up at the same time your husband was zipping up his pants, trying to recompose himself as he moved to you.

"She's... uh..." he cleared his throat. "She knows what she's doing."

Castiel stopped recording and sent the video to someone - Cassie's boyfriend, probably - before giving her the remote back.

"Now, be safe and drink tons of water," he told her, back to being sweet. "I'll come back to check on you later, okay? If you need to go home early, talk to Meg."

He kissed her forehead and petted her hair before turning to the two of you.

“Let’s go.”

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Healing Wounds

Pairing - Castiel x Fem!Reader Request: 'heyy! i’m not sure if you’re taking requests for supernatural, but i figured i’d ask anyways! could you do a castiel x female reader? this is kind of specific, but i was thinking about loosely basing it off of the lyrics: “your beauty never ever scared me” - mary on a cross - ghost. cas thinks that he’s not a good fit for the reader, because she’s human. she gets injured on a hunt one day and cass comes to save her. he tells her that he’s no good for her. she shuts him down and it’s just cute on' - @blueflower34 Summary - Y/n usually sits behind the front lines, doing all she can to research the monsters that the brothers slaughter. When the girl finds herself shoved into the front lines, Cass worries it may go south. When it does, he struggles to keep his feelings to himself. Warnings - Violence, angst Words - 2.8K

A/n - I've never written for Cass before, but I tried my best. Also thank you for the lovely request! <3

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They all knew it was dangerous. Some may even go as far as to call it suicide. Y/n knew it. The brothers knew it. And, most of all, Cass knew it.

Currently, there were a nest of vampires awaiting to strike the streets of a rather innocent town. They preyed at night and scouted out those most vulnerable. They drained the life out of these towns people and turned the ones that engrossed them. The night before, the brothers had gone in, all guns blazing. They barely left a scratch. And, as a more stressing matter, the vamps now knew their faces. There was no element of surprise left.

There were little options remaining and with each day that passed, the body count was only increasing. Y/n was the one who proposed the idea. "I could always go in. Try and mingle my way through them-"

"No." Dean cut in before she could even finish the plan she was stringing together.

"I'm not saying I'm going to go in there and kill every single one of them." That was their job, she thought as she stood from the motel bed. "But I can draw one out."

Cass had been sitting beside the girl on the bed, listening to her beg to go out on a suicide mission. "There's far too many of them." He stated. She glanced back at him, his doe eyes wide with a glint that pleaded for her safety. "It is a terrible plan."

"But it's a plan." Sam debated.

All was silent for a few moments. Until: "You could die." Said Cass after he had stood too.

"Could." The girl reiterated. "We can't wait another day to come up with a plan, when we know someone is going to die tonight."

"And that someone could be you!" The three were all taken aback by Cass' sudden outburst, watching as, he too, seemed to have to readjust himself. He swallowed the lump that had grown in his throat, "We shouldn't risk it."

Y/n shrugged, "Well, it's my life we're risking, I say we at least try."

She looked to the brothers. It was obvious Cass had made up his mind on the matter, but if both of the boys agreed to this, then it was two to one. Sam was the first to nod, "She was right, if we wait any longer, someone else is going to die." He informed Dean as if he wasn't already aware.

The older Winchester huffed in defeat; he knew it was the only option. "Fine, but you stick to the plan, no going off script. You draw them out. That's it." He instructed like he was scolding the girl.

She responded in a mocking salute and a smirk that was trying to slip it's way to the surface, "Yes, sir." She giggled; Dean rolled his eyes.

Cass was suddenly nervous. Y/n was making him feel certain emotions to an extent he wasn't used to. In a matter of seconds, he weaved through anger, anxiety and now he believed he was experiencing desperation. He truly believed that Dean wouldn't agree with it and that, in turn, Y/n would be safe. Alas, now he was struggling to, as Dean said, keep his shit together.

Y/n always stood behind the front lines. While the brothers, and sometimes Cass, went in eager for the blood of monsters, the girl was inside, researching how to kill said monster. So there was no lie in that she was beginning to panic as the four stood outside of the bar. She was pacing, running her lines through her head. The other three were huddled round the trunk - no doubt expressing their lack of hope in this plan.

"Here," Came Sam's voice, pulling Y/n from her swirling thoughts.

She glanced down at a small piece of electronic equipment, "What is it?" She questioned before taking it from Sam's palm.

"Ear piece. You can hear us, we can hear you. It'll make sure we know you're safe." He informed.

She nodded before slipping the plastic in her ear. "Okay." The girl muttered before following Sam back to where Dean and Cass were loitering.

Dean was holding two machetes, Cass had nothing. "You know, you're gonna need to look like your having fun when you get in there. Not like you're about to throw up." The boy joked, but honestly, a part of Y/n was concerned she may truly throw up her dinner.

"You don't have to do this." Cass said, begging to all the Gods this was when she changed her mind.

A pause followed. Each of them waited for her answer until she huffed, "Let's just get this over and done with." Cass' heart felt like it had sank to his stomach. He wanted to voice his absolute outrage at this decision, but it would be no use. He would have urged to offer something else instead of this plan that placed Y/n in the midst of murderers, her playing the prey, but when neither of the brothers did, he worried that maybe it would look like he cared a little too much. Too much that it wasn't so platonic anymore (for him anyway). And while that was the truth, it was the last thing Cass wanted getting out.

So he kept his lips sealed. It seemed as if he was having to do that a lot more. He wouldn't speak when Y/n looked especially pretty. Instead, he opt to become captivated by her beauty, hoping she didn't catch his awing eyes. Or worse, that either of brothers did. Cass knew he would never hear the end of it: several passing comments when Y/n was out of earshot, sexual innuendos he probably wouldn't understand and encouragement to ask her out. Of course, that was something he could never do. He could never put himself, an angel, out there like that to her, a human.

"Remember the script, alright?" Dean uttered, bringing Cass back to the situation at hand. "Go in there, locate one of the vampires-"

"Bring them out here for you guys to deal with, yeah I know." Y/n snapped when she hadn't meant to.

Dean took one of the machetes he was holding and placed it in the hold by the girl's waist, hidden by her jacket. "Nothing off script, you understand?"

She nodded, "Yes." The three shared an expression before finally glancing back at her. "A little hope would be great guys."

"We have hope in you." Assured Sam.

Which was followed up by Cass, "No we don't."

Y/n looked back at the angel with a stern look written into her pupils; he wished he had kept his lips shut again. "Thanks, Cass." He only awkwardly smiled in response, lips sealed.

With one last glance, she aimed for the front of the bar. It wasn't long until her ear started to buzz, "Testing, Y/n just let us know you can hear this." Came Sam's voice.

She could hear him...as well as Cass and Dean in the background.

"How can she hear us? She's in the bar." Inquired the curious boy.

Dean had huffed at his lack of knowledge of this world, "It's an ear piece, Cass."

A smile drifted to the girl's lips that she attempted to conceal as she walked into the bar. "I can hear you." She muttered into her jacket, hoping it wasn't too obvious.

"Good, now just go sit at the bar and well, keep your eye out." Sam instructed.

The girl followed his order, wondering towards an empty bar stool. She checked every face she passed, as if she would be able to spot this vampire in one glimpse. Nothing stood out. So she took a seat, ordered a drink she wouldn't have and kept an eye out.

About ten minutes in, Dean chimed in, "You see anything yet?" He queried.

She scanned the room once again. There were a few concerningly drunk guys in one corner, and a couple that were kissing rather intensely, but nothing of the vampire kind. "Nada." She whispered quietly enough the people around her wouldn't hear it.

"Do you still look like you're about to throw up?" Dean then asked.

Even without seeing him, Y/n's eyes rolled. "What would it matter?" She argued.

"Well, if you want to draw this guy out, you're gonna have to draw him in first." Y/n clicked onto what the boy was getting at. She wasn't one to flirt. Maybe here or there, in towns she knew they would never return, but she wasn't so bad as Dean. "Flick your hair a little bit and smile." He suggested.

Her stomach churned at the idea. "How would that make her anymore attractive to the vampires?" Queried Cass from the background. That, however, had made a light smile draw onto Y/n's lips.

Dean muttered something in reply about looking welcoming, before someone started walking over to the girl. She clocked him right away. He wore black clothes and had a pair of sunglasses caught between the buttons of his shirt. Bingo.

"Hi there," He was charming. But that was all apart of this master plan the vampires had conjured.

A plan of which, right now, Y/n had to play into. "Hey." She forced a smile that was no longer fault of the angel.

He took the empty bar stool next to her and leaned in a little too much for a stranger. "You all alone tonight?" The girl nodded, followed by some mindless chit-chat and another drink she wish had been alcohol free. Then he popped the question, "You want to get out of here?"

She smiled. The vampire, or Jamie as Y/n had learnt his name to be, may have believed that smile was due to what she thought awaited. Truthfully, Y/n was just happy that this was almost over. They wondered out the bar, interlinked arms and a chirp in their step. As they stepped into the chaos of the night street, Y/n swayed to the left, Jamie pulled to the right.

They both stopped, turning with knitted brows. "I know a place this way." Y/n pointed behind her. To the left, where the impala, two brothers and an angel was waiting to slaughter him.

"I know a better place this way." He grinned as if this wasn't awkward at all.

Y/n preyed he didn't pick up on the panic that was grumbling in her stomach. "Y/n, what's going on?" Cass spoke through her ear. She couldn't answer. She could barely move. It wasn't until Jamie linked her arm again that she had no choice but to start walking. It dawn on her suddenly that she was walking to the rest of the nest. She was walking into death. "Y/n don't walk with him." Cass pressured.

Her skin was shaking against Jamie's. "You really gave me no choice." She forced a giggle, her words meant for Cass but woven in a way that didn't come off suspicious. "So where about's is this place?"

"Just a block away." He answered; Y/n hoped it was loud enough for Cass to hear.

"Dean says they'll be there in a few minutes." Cass assured.

Jamie took her down a back street. That was when she realised, he wasn't going all the way back to the nest. No, he was going to kill her here and now. She laughed over her anxiety. "This isn't what I was expecting." There was no one on the other line anymore. The three were rushing to gather dead mans blood and blades. No time to stop and listen to what Y/n believed could now be her last words.

He took a few steps closer. Y/n took a few steps away. Her back hit a wall. Shit.

Jamie was talking to her, but she was barely listening, reaching for the machete that was situated by her waist. In one swift movement, she took it in her grip and swung it. She missed. Jamie had ducked backwards, his stare never leaving the girl. "Well that was hardly nice." He taunted, beginning to move back towards her.

Y/n gripped the machete so hard her knuckles had turned white. She went to swing again once Jamie got close enough, but she was too slow. He grasped her shoulders and thrown her against a wall. Hard enough that she suddenly felt as if she were seeing everything in threes. As she turned over, groaning, her eyes met Jamie. He was standing over her, now with her blade in his hand.

"Hmm," He mocked in thought as he leaned over her, the blade brushing over her skin. "Now what?" He questioned himself before a wide smile spread across his lips. Then, rather slowly, he dragged the machete against her forearm, letting the blood soak her shirt.

The pain seemed to stop within a moment. Y/n wasn't sure why right away - her pounding mind was making her slow - but once she turned her head, she found Cass. Another moment later, Jamie's head was rolling across the concrete floor.

Y/n watched as the boy came over to her, crouching down. "Cass." His name came out like a whisper from her lips. It came out gentle and whimsical as if she were just dreaming him.

Alas, the angel really was here. Cass took off his tie and quickly wrapped it around her bleeding arm. "Come on." He said before scooping his arms under her body.

She waved her hands a little as to stop him, "What about Sam and Dean? What about the nest?"

He continued, whisking her up as she flung one arm around his neck. "Sam and Dean are at the nest now. They've got it covered." He assured as they stepped out onto the street.

At this time of night, many people were wondering around, eager for their next shot. And, had Y/n been fully conscious, she may have asked Castial if she could have walked. Because, fully conscious Y/n would have noted how strange they probably looked: Being carried down bridal-style, with a bloody tie pulled around her forearm. Cass had no care for the strange looks. If anything, he was used to them by now, and nothing mattered more to him than getting Y/n somewhere safe.

Once at the motel, Cass was adamant on nursing Y/n back to health. He guided her to the bathroom, took the jacket from her skin and rolled up her sleeves to reveal the wound that littered her arm. All the boy needed to do was brush his hand over said wound and, within an instant, it had healed. No scar left to haunt her.

"Thanks." Y/n had muttered as she learnt against the sink. An uneasy laugh followed when Cass said nothing in return. His eyes had been wondering over Y/n. He never should have let her go through with this plan. And maybe he would never be able to voice his concerns too loudly, but he would take that role of that angel on her shoulder. "I probably look like a mess right now."

Her words brought the boy back to reality where he was shocked by them. Cass met the girl's pupils and his seemingly filled with sympathy. "You look beautiful." It had all just sort of slipped out in that moment. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline that had come with killing the vampire, or maybe it was killing him to not just say something to Y/n.

She wasn't sure how to reply. So she shook her head and laughed it off, "Cass-"

"I'm serious." He interjected. "I mean, when am I not?" She was silent. This was probably one of them moments when Cass should have kept his lips sealed. But she was looking at him in a way that seemed to urge him on, her eyes pooling with this certain curiosity that begged to know what Cass had truly meant when he called her beautiful. "I may be overstepping, but I mean it. Your beauty is one I struggle to comprehend. And you make me feel many emotions I'm not used to. And I know, you are a human and I could never-" He stopped himself, subconsciously having taken a few small steps closer as if she were reeling him in. "I just wanted you to know."

Cass was searching Y/n for any signs of what was to follow. What he hadn't expected was her lips on his. Yet, he eased into them. His gut exploded like fireworks and a smile traced Y/n's lips until they pulled away. "Your beauty never scared me."

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yknow...most ppl who write Cas pov fic just use a computer. and a regular normal modern alphabet. and not whatever the fuck it is that I do

...also this is pages 1-9 of 36. aaaand I just realized I have to edit these either physically or on procreate. which means i have to read them.

...at least they're PHONETICALLY written in english. mostly.

edit: translating it back to english for fic & editing purposes. the grammar keeps yeeting between different centuries/millenia. Random words are in german.

I rly created a shorthand version of Enochian thats easier to write with a modern pen and used it to write weird, bleak pov whump....

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marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years

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Hell’s Bells - Castiel

My Masterlist.

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Descriptive canon typical violence/gore. Not proofread.

Summary: Reader makes a deal to drag Dean's soul out of hell, but Castiel is the one who dragged him out. They've been scammed, but the hellhounds are still coming to collect. Fluff, hurt/comfort, hurting to heal (sort of).

Placing my driver's license into the box, I knelt down, setting the box into the small hole I had dug. I recklessly covered it back up with gravel. I stood to my feet, glancing at each of the four roads expectantly.

"Well, well, look who it is." I spun on my heel at the voice of a woman behind me. "Come to make a deal?"

"Let Dean out of hell." I demanded.

"Straight to the point, I see." She smiled. "But what could you have that I want?"

"My soul."

"Oh my, my. You must really care for him."

"Like my own brother." I raised my chin, glaring at her.

"How long do you want?" Judging by the smirk on her face, I knew she was just asking to see how long I thought I could get.

"Five years."

"That's quite a while." She hummed. I shrugged.

"It's not going to matter." She sighed. "You know what? You caught me on a good day. How about this, I'll give you a better deal than that bitch gave Dean. Two years."

"Four."

"You don't seem to understand how very many demons want his soul down there. Very high in demand." She laughed.

I narrowed my eyes. "Three."

"But yours is just as valuable. Maybe even more considering…" She eyed me up and down with a sigh, trailing off and tapping her finger against her arm. "Fine, three."

I didn't even hesitate. "Deal."

"Do we really have to figure this all out right now guys? Can't we just be happy that we're all back together?" I sighed in frustration. My time was ticking, and I just wanted to enjoy the three years I had left with the boys.

"Yeah, but we can also figure out what left a nasty frickin handprint on my arm, don't you think?" He snapped. I sighed again, but I couldn't blame him for wanting to know. Even though I knew he wouldn't find any answers. I shifted uncomfortably on my feet.

Not long after that, we had gone to the psychic for answers. Her eyes had been burned out, and several nights later, Dean had come to me and Sam with the news that he had been visited by the angel Castiel.

Apparently, the angel had been the one to pull Dean out of hell, which raised the question, for me at least: was I out of my deal? After all, Dean had been freed from hell from Castiel, not the demon. I might have questioned which had gotten to him first, but that much was obvious, considering the mark of a handprint on his bicep.

The next night I had gotten a chance, I made my way to meet up with the crossroads demon once again. I had to be let out of the deal. She hadn't held up her end of the bargain, it was only fair. But demons were anything but fair.

"Hey sweetheart, whatcha need?" A brunette in a black dress and high heels strutted up to me. I spun around.

"We don't have a contract anymore, right?"

She laughed in my face. "Of course we do, I freed your sweet Dean from hell, didn't I?"

"Don't you dare take credit for that." I hissed, shoving her away from me. "You had no part in it, and I know that for a fact."

"Still, a deal's a deal."

"Even if you don't uphold your end of the bargain?" My voice was low, dangerous.

"That doesn't matter now, does it? I have your soul, that's all that matters."

"You con artist bitch!" I yelled at her. I reached for the demon knife at my side, when her mouth opened wide. Black smoke poured out and into the air. I couldn't be bothered to help the now unconscious woman on the ground she had been possessing.

I kicked at the gravel in frustration, screamed, punched a tree. I let all my anger out, because I knew I was going to hell, no matter what. We hadn't been able to find a way to get Dean out of his contract, even with everyone working on it. I couldn't imagine the disappointment on their faces if I told them. I had been scammed, really.

I was going to hell, and that was that.

"How could you?" Ruby had snuck up behind me. I jumped, hand poised for the knife at my waist before I recognized her.

"Shit, stop doing that." I grimaced, leaning back against the wall. "How could I what?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." She narrowed her eyes at me.

"No, I really don't."

"Where do I start?" She began, stalking in front of me and eyeing me up and down. "Let's see, you sold your soul to the crossroads demon. To Lilith. The very bitch we're fighting."

"What did you expect me to do? Let Dean stay in hell?"

"He made the deal, he had to live with it! And now look at you, you poor thing." She quirked her lips into a humorless smile. "You got scammed."

"You know what? Fuck you." I growled, pushing away from her and stalking off. "You don't know shit."

"I can sense it. Demon, remember?"

"Yeah, and you're a bitch just like the rest of them."

The angel Castiel had always been cold towards me, even more so towards the others; And I, weary of him. Since I had made the deal to save Dean's soul, and Castiel had shown up shortly after, I had steered clear from the angel. I had met him only a few, necessary times, and the way he looked at me told me that he knew about the deal I had made. I assumed he hated-or at the very least disliked me-for getting myself intertwined with hell. Dean, of course, was an exception.

Even after he had grown closer to the Winchesters, I was still distrustful of him. I could never fully trust something of the supernatural. After witnessing the demeanor of other angels, despite how he acted, I still saw him as one of those holy pricks. My interactions with him were kept to the bare minimum, and they were mostly with the Winchesters in the room. I felt the smallest bit safer that way.

Now, three years later, I watched Dean's face morph and twitch rapidly across the table from me. I set my jaw, grimacing and struggling to focus on the words decorating the pages of the book in front of me. Until those started to morph and dance across the page, too. Endlessly taunting me, a constant reminder that I had just 3 hours left.

I slammed the book shut and stood, making Dean jump and look up at me.

"You feeling alright?"

"No, not really." I smiled apologetically. "I just need some fresh air, starting to lose my mind being stuffed up in here."

His lips quirked up. "Aren't we all." He muttered as I walked away.

"Wait." His voice made me stop to turn back. "You coming with us on this case?"

"No I, uh- Sorry." The apology held more to it than just the hunt. My throat was suddenly tight, and a shadow that I knew wasn't real danced in my peripherals. I swallowed. "I've got some more research to do. Just..Just let me know before you guys leave."

"Will do."

I headed off to one of the storage rooms, gathering the things I needed to begin warding the bunker as soon as the brothers left. I knew the bunker was supposed to be protected against just about everything, but I felt better doing it my way. I also knew it was pointless, but if I could buy myself just a little bit more time maybe I could-

It was inevitable.

At 10 o'clock, I heard Dean call for me from the bunker door. I hurried to his voice, steeling myself for my final goodbye to them, even if they didn't know it. I smiled in greeting and goodbye.

"We're off." He said, catching me in a one armed hug, the other holding his duffel. I hugged him back tightly.

"Be safe." I said quietly. I released him and captured Sam in an equally tight hug. "You too, Sammy."

Sucking in a shaky breath, I stepped back from the two of them. "Thank you, by the way, you know? For everything. You guys are my family."

"Of course.." Dean trailed off, giving me an odd glance. "Is there something you're not telling us?"

"No, just feeling sappy." I laughed, even though it was strained.

"You be safe too." Sam added. I acknowledged him with a brief nod, waving them off out the door.

As soon as the low rumble of the Impala faded into the distance, I was busy with herbs and wards and everything else I possibly knew. I wasn't sure what my plan was. I guess I was just hoping to hold out as long as I could.

The hallucinations became worse and worse in the following hour, and by ten minutes to midnight, I was almost at the end of my rope. I just sat against the wall, my jaw clenched, muscles tensed and waiting.

I jumped when I heard banging at the bunker door that sounded oddly real, compared to everything else that my mind had brewed up in the past hour. Then, Dean's voice. Yelling for me to open up the door. I squeezed my eyes shut, hugging my knees to my chest.

"No." I whispered.

Something gave me the feeling that this was off. That it was a trap. Dean's yelling and cursing at the door was insistent. I knew they were hunting something big. Something bad. But they would never come screaming their heads off at the door from it, right?

"Open the god damn door!" Dean yelled, louder this time. "Sammy's hurt!"

Squeezing my legs to my chest one last time, I pushed myself to my feet, my chest heaving with fear. I opened the door cautiously, and there was Dean, with a bloody and unconscious Sam draped over his shoulders. I immediately rushed forward to help, away from the protection of the bunker, and that's when I felt it.

White hot pain in my shoulder, and once I hit the ground, in my abdomen. A sharp pain in my lungs, and then wet, struggling breaths. Teeth and fangs and sharp claws, ripping and piercing and crunching anything they could get ahold of. One bit into my ribs, and another clawed at my leg. I gasped, pulling my demon blade out and slashing it in front of me. It caught the hellhounds by surprise, and they backed away growling and snarling.

It allowed me enough of an opening to scramble to my hands and knees and pull myself back into the safety of the bunker. A thick trail of blood followed behind me. I grasped the door and pulled it shut, collapsing onto my back with a whimper and coughing. I laid on my back, gasping for air. Choking on my own blood. As it became harder to breathe, my struggles to turn onto my side grew more and more frantic. I couldn't die like this.

I heard what sounded like the woosh of a breeze, or the flapping of a bird's wings. The sound was vaguely familiar, and I opened my eyes to find its source.

I gasped, my eyes blown wide in panic at the angel standing in front of me. He looked down at me, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side.

"Calm down." Castiel said, kneeling down. I struggled to push myself away from him, even as it became harder to breathe by the second. The pain was so overwhelming I could barely even process it, I was at least that lucky. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Yeah right." I greedily sucked in what I knew would be my final breaths of air; even if they were filled with blood. Whether the hellhounds or the angel got to me first, I knew I wouldn't be seeing the boys again. I squeezed my eyes shut at the white hot pain in my abdomen, coughing.

I gasped for air, fear becoming more prevalent when I couldn't stop coughing. I was lightheaded.

An arm crossed my chest, turning me onto my stomach and holding me in his lap. I went limp in his iron hold. It was irrational, but somehow I thought he knew I was trying to evade the hellhounds, so he had come to throw me into hell himself.

My coughing eventually ceased, and I began to struggle against him. As I fought against his grip, he raised two fingers to my forehead, and I began to panic even more. I thrashed, not caring about my injuries anymore. I didn't want to be at the angel's mercy.

Until then, I was only aware that the hellhounds had become silent since Castiel arrived, when they began to growl and bark again. I shrank back against Castiel, shaking violently and curling into myself.

"It's okay." He told me as soothingly as he could. He shifted, pulling me with him. I jerked back, my breath quickening and my terrified eyes darting between him and the bunker door that the hellhounds growled and scratched at. I managed to wriggle out of his hold with the element of surprise.

"Let me help you." He reached for me. I hunkered down like a wounded animal, shaking. My skin was cold to the touch.

"Why?" I croaked out. I knew I wasn't important to the big picture, not like Dean was. I thought he would make me face the consequences of my reckless deal, and let the 'nature' of the supernatural world take its course. Why help me, and what was in it for him?

There was a bark on the other side of the door, and I flinched. "No." I mumbled. "No, get away from me."

"You don't want to go to hell, do you?" I was lying on my side now, my back against the wall. My vision was full of spots, and I squeezed my eyes shut momentarily. When I opened them again, he was right in front of me.

"Please don't tell Sam and Dean. Don't tell them what happened to me." I begged hoarsely. They couldn't know, if it was the last thing I did.

At that, the angel gave me a confused look. "You're not going to hell. I won't allow it." He said simply.

"Then what do you want from me?"

"Let me help you." He rolled his sleeve up and grimaced, touching his palm to my already torn abdomen. "This…will hurt. A lot. But trust me." I was about to question what he meant, when I felt a blindingly hot, crippling pain spread from my ribcage to the rest of my body. An agonizing cry choked out of my mouth, and my hands gripped at the floor, desperate for something to grab onto. They found his trenchcoat, and the hem of it was bunched up into my white-knuckled grip. I writhed as the agony only worsened. All the air left my lungs. I could no longer gasp or cry out.

Just as abruptly as it had started, the pain vanished. He let me down onto the floor, and my body slumped down weakly, spent from the whole ordeal. My breath came in quick pants, my eyes darting upwards. I was terrified of what he might do next.

But in a flutter of wings, he was gone.

I pushed myself to my forearms, seemingly no worse for wear despite the pain that felt like it would do permanent damage prior. But I was still bleeding out, and still horribly, fatally, injured. Pressing my palms to the floor, I managed to shove myself back so my back was up against the wall. At least that way, he wouldn't be able to appear behind me, and I wouldn't be caught off guard. I still didn't understand what he had done..that for.

I laid against the wall, my breaths becoming shallower and more far and few in between. My eyes shut, and my heart barely thudded against my broken ribcage. A dangerous amount of blood had pooled around me once again. It hadn't even been that long.

A light breath of air across my face made me crack my eyes open. The angel was kneeling beside me.

He reached for me, and this time, I could do nothing but flinch away from his touch. "It's all right." He murmured softly, pressing his palm to my forehead, and another to my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't know what to expect, but after what he had done before, I could only brace myself for something even worse.

The last thing I would have expected was for a warm feeling to wash over my entire body. It overtook all the pain, and with it came a feeling of comfort and safety. I sighed, my body finally relaxing.

"It's done." Castiel said. I opened my heavy eyes, flexing my shoulder experimentally. When it didn't hurt, I pushed myself onto my elbows, then into a sitting position. I looked at him cautiously and quizzically, still unsure of the angel in front of me.

Another snarl at the door made me cringe. I pressed myself against the wall, my breath hitching in my throat. Castiel vanished in a flutter of feathers, startling me.

I pushed myself onto shaky feet. Even though he had healed me, I still felt incredibly weak. I staggered into the infirmary, gripping onto the sink when my knees went weak. The water coming from the faucet was shockingly cold as I splashed it onto my face. I scrubbed my arms vigorously, desperately trying to get rid of some of the nightmarish gore that coated my skin. I stripped out of my blood-soaked shirt and rinsed the blood off of my midsection, too.

I shrugged on a t-shirt and collapsed gratefully onto the hard bed of the infirmary. After several moments, feeling slightly less lightheaded and beginning to drift off, I heard feathers. I jerked up in surprise, shouldering my upper half onto my elbows.

"They're gone." He was sitting on the edge of the bed, turning to glance at me.

"What?" I shuffled back to put some distance between us.

"You shouldn't have to worry about your deal anymore." He smiled. He looked disheveled. I suddenly felt for him, in a way. I saw him as a person in that tired, reassuring smile, and not the cold angel he had always seemed like to me.

"Thank you, I-" I had no idea how to express my gratitude to him. "Thank you."

"What was that?" I asked him. He didn't need to ask, he knew exactly what I meant.

"It was necessary. I had to find the demon you made a deal with."

"But how-"

"When you sell your soul, the demon leaves a sort of..brand on it." He hesitated, but continued. "Reading your soul is painful. Agonizing. But it had to be done."

"Thank you, Cas." It was embarrassing, but I couldn't help the sudden, overwhelming urge to cry.

"You're safe now." He was hesitant, but he pulled me against him, wrapping his arms around me. I tensed up but after a moment, mirrored his actions, balling his trench coat up in my fists. His hands rubbed up and down my back soothingly.

"Why?" I mumbled into his shoulder.

It took him a moment to respond. "You don't belong in hell. You belong here." He said simply.

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imagineteamfreewill · 1 year

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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

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“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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bored-writer101 · 2 years

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Castiel X Reader ~ Crooked Tie

A/N: i wrote this forever ago. I edited it and decided to post it here. i’m sorry the summary is so bad😭 hope you guys enjoy <3 (gender neutral reader)

Warnings: none :)

Summary: Castiel’s crooked tie drives you crazy. He becomes very confused when you start to fix his tie every time he shows up. One day he finally confronts you, asking you why you always fix his tie.

Words: 954

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Ever since you had met Castiel, you couldn't help but think he was adorable. His childlike confusion with anything new, the way he would tilt his head to the side and furrow his brows like a confused puppy. It made you melt. Something else you noticed, was that his tie was always crooked or messed up in some way.

The first few times you didn't say or do anything, you just hoped that he would fix it himself. You quickly realized that maybe he didn't even know how to fix it. The first time you fixed his tie was almost an accident, you barely even thought about it. It was just bothering you so much. Sam was talking to Dean about something, Castiel standing close to them, listening intently.

You couldn't be bothered to pay attention. You were just staring at Castiel's very crooked and loose tie. You stood up from your chair and walked the few steps over to him. Without thinking, you grabbed his tie gently, tightening and straightening it out.

He furrowed his brows as he looked down at you, but you didn't notice. You smoothed down his tie and walked back over to your chair, sitting down and looking back at your laptop. The boys went quiet, looking from you to Castiel. Dean only shook his head and continued to talk about whatever he had been talking about before.

Ever since then, whenever Castiel would show up with a crooked or loose tie, you would immediately fix it. The boys stopped being confused by it, they honestly stopped even noticing, but Castiel always noticed the small gesture. After about months of doing this, Castiel finally asked the boys why you did it.

"Sam, Dean?" they looked up from their books. "Yeah, Cas?" Castiel furrowed his brows, not sure how to even ask. "Why does Y/N always fix my tie?" Sam looked back down at his book for a moment, trying not to laugh. "It might just bother her that it's not straight" Dean told him. Even though Castiel's people skills were rusty, he knew there had to be more to it than that.

"Maybe also because she likes you" Sam suggested. "Likes me?" before either of the brothers could answer him, you walked through the door holding bags of food. "I got everyone's favorite! Except you Cas because you don't eat. I almost forgot that though when I was there" you laughed to yourself as you set the bags down in front of Sam and Dean.

Castiel's questions still hadn't been answered, and he was still confused. Dean could tell, so he convinced you to go out again to he could talk to the confused angel. "Hey Y/N?" you looked up from your book at Dean. "Yeah, what's up?" he looked at you with his puppy dog eyes that he knew you couldn't resist. "You think you could get me some pie? Please?" you shook your head with a smile. Almost any other time you would tell him no, but you were feeling nice that day. "Okay, fine. But you owe me" you said, standing up and grabbing his keys from his outstretched hand. "Thank you" he said, watching you leave.

"Cas, come here" Sam was sitting on the bed, and he chuckled at Dean's words. "What is it Dean?" he asked. "Y/N, when Sam said they like you, he meant in a romantic way" Dean explained to him. Cas furrowed is eyebrows and tilted his head to the side. "Y/N likes me in a romantic way?" this confused him even more. "Yep" Cas had trouble with humans and their emotions, and he couldn't understand why you liked him in a romantic way.

You came back to the motel a few minutes later with Dean's pie. "Thanks Y/N" he said with a smile as you handed it to him. "You're welcome, Dean" you said before sitting down on your bed.

You didn't see Castiel for a while after that. The next time you saw him, he showed up next to without warning. You jumped, startled by his sudden presence. "Geez Cas! You scared me!" you said with a hand on your chest. "I'm sorry" he said to you. You gave him a forgiving smile. "It's okay" you patted his shoulder. "Where are Sam and Dean?" he asked. "Inside" you told him, gesturing to the police station. You opted to sit in the car, but you needed some fresh air, so you were just leaning against the outside. You looked over at him, quickly reaching up to fix his tie. "Why do you always fix my tie?" he asked you suddenly.

You felt your face warm up at his question. "I, uh, just a stupid human thing. It bothers me when it's not straight" you told him. "Sam and Dean said it was because you like me in a romantic way" your mouth dropped open slightly as you looked down. "Those motherfuckers..." your voice trailed off. "Is that true, Y/N?" you looked back up at his face.

You gave him a small smile. "Y-Yeah. It's true" you confessed to him. He was silent for a while, just staring into your eyes. You weren't sure what he was doing, and you were worried that you just ruined the friendship you had with him. "Us angels aren't supposed to have relations with humans, but I think I can break the rules for you" you furrowed your brows, but before you could question him, you felt his lips against yours. You melted into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in closer.

"Damn, took them long enough. You owe me ten bucks Sammy"

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gococogo · 26 days

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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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queen-of-deans-booty · 6 months

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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

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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welldonebeca · 9 months

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The Farm (II)

Summary: After dropping Sam and Jess at Stanford, Dean surprises you with a visit to Shurley Farms. Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader. With a side of A!Dean x O!Cassie, A!Castiel x O!Reader, and A!Dean x O!OC WC: 2.3k words Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics. Oral sex, dirty talking, degrading kink, lactation kink, exhibitionism.

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Castiel led you to the third room, and you stopped, surprised when you recognised the Omega from the video.

Oh!

"And... I think you might have known her already, uh?" he smirked to you. "This is Amy. She works with me in my farm, in the East. But she usually comes with me when I travel."

She smiled, all very giddy.

"Hello, dear," Castiel looked at her.

"Alpha," she smiled back.

Alpha. Not Mr Novak.

"Oh," Dean exclaimed by your side.

He didn't seem to mind, kissing her lips sweetly.

"Sweetheart, these are Dean and Y/N Winchester, I've told you about them."

"She moved all the way here?" your husband asked. "For you?"

Castiel smiled and brushed her hair back, revealing a mark on her neck.

His claim on her.

"I would follow him anywhere," she affirmed, smiling at him.

"You let your Omega work here?" you asked, unable to stop yourself.

Yes, the Omegas before had partners but Castiel was their boss, right? He was his Omega's boss, then?!

"I volunteered," Amy told you. "I wanted to be a part of this."

"My other Omegas are also part of our staff in the farm," he told you, not looking any ashamed as he palmed her breast. "We all believe in this principle."

You stared, surprised.

He had another Omega?

Omegas. As more than one.

“Your Omegas?” Dean asked, sounding just as surprised as you.

“We have a big pack,” Amy declared, arching her chest to Castiel’s hand.

He pushed her dress aside, pulling her nipple unashamedly.

"We are a big family," Castiel affirmed. "My Omegas and I. My brothers and their Omegas too."

You remembered the words in the video.

Once someone wanted to join their family...

Oh, God.

Amy moaned, squirming.

"Alpha." she whimpered. "Are you going to fuck me now?"

"Oh, sweetheart," he sighed, looking at you. "We have guests. Maybe we should be a little more generous."

Castiel petted her chin.

"We are a family, after all," he looked at the two of you.

You licked your lips, the top of your dress soaked with milk and your panties soaked with slick.

"Amy, sweetheart, why don't you strip for Mr Winchester," he suggested, and looked at you. "And Mrs Winchester, come on now. We don't need to ruin your clothes more."

You complied without even thinking, and barely looked at Amy when she moved to Dean.

"Try her milk," Castiel instructed Dean. "She is the best producer of the East Coast."

You watched Dean lean down and latch on her nipple, making her moan, and you rushed to peel off your clothes.

Castiel moved to you, licking your lips before kissing you hard, pressing his strong body against yours.

"Poor little thing," he cooed, pinching your nipple. "Leaking all over your dress."

His lips were more insistent than Dean's on your nipples, as if he knew too well what he was doing - and he did.

"Your milk is so sweet," he moved a big hand to your breast, squeezing it. "Perfect for pups."

You moved your hips like a needy slut, grinding down on his cock, feeling him so hard under you that you just had to have him inside you.

"Please, Alpha," you begged.

"You want me to fuck you?" he pushed his hand up your thigh. "Right in front of your Alpha?"

You whined, embarrassed, and he pushed his fingers into your hair, pulling on it and biting your earlobe.

"You should be ashamed."

His words made you moaned and get even wetter.

"But it's not like Mr Winchester there doesn't care, right?" he called, looking behind you, probably at Dean. "He's humping my Omega like a teen in rut. Her milk has made him so hard already. I bet he has a thick, heavy load to give her."

Castiel turned your head to your side, and you could see Dean and Castiel's Omega. Her gown was all wet, and you could see her thighs glistening.

"Go on, fuck her," Castiel commanded, and pressed his lips to your ear. "And you can watch."

His Omega unzipped your Alpha's pants, and you watched mesmerised as her small hand stroke his cock eagerly, with her leg over his hips.

You wondered why she didn't just get on all fours, but how would he suck her tits if she did?

"Pretty Omega," Castiel hummed, sucking your milk again, and you squirmed.

It was mesmerising, seeing Dean fucking that woman. Before Jess, you didn't even know you enjoyed seeing your husband fucking other Omegas, but since then... well, it just made you feel something else.

"You got the prettiest little tits," he pinched your nipple.

Your eyes widened.

Little?

When you looked back at Castiel, he was smirking and moving to pull out his cock. When he did, your eyes widened.

He was big. Very big.

Dean was very thick. He stretched you fully, rubbed against your walls and filled you fully.

Sam was very long. His cock would brush against your cervix and bruise it.

But Castiel?

Castiel was both.

"Do you like it," be leant closer to you, biting your lower lip, focusing his eyes on yours. "Is it big enough for you?"

You didn't have time to answer, and Castiel raised you up, pressing the tip of his cock against your cunt.

"So slicky," he cooed. "You've been wet for so long, hadn't you? Could see your pretty cheeks going red when you came to my office, your thighs pressing together as I spoke to you..."

You cried out, gripping his shoulders and crying in pleasure, teary eyed as he stretched you.

"Take it," he spoke into your ear. "It's your nature. It's what you're made for, taking cock."

You moaned, squirming. Fuck, he was so big. He was stretching you so much.

Castiel bit over your mating gland, not enough to mark but makign you moan and squirm, sensitive and hungry.

"God," you threw your head back.

He sucked on it, and your eyes nearly crossed.

"Little breeder," he cooed you. "I'm sure your Alphas will keep you full of cum, bred and bred until you can't take it anymore."

You moaned.

"You're lucky we are business partners now," he moved his finger to your cunt, rubbing your clit hard. "I would offer a pretty price to take you back with me."

You closed your eyes, hating how much that made you leak and flutter around his cock.

Castiel, though, noticed it clearly.

"You like that?" he rubbed you harder. "Of course you do."

He moved under you, making you bounce on his cock.

"Such a pathetic Omega," he grunted. "Stupid cock hungry little whore."

You moaned, embarrassed.

Fuck, you shouldn't like that as much as you did.

"Alpha," the other Omega moaned.

You looked over her. Dean was fucking her deep, now, holding her spread, lying on the floor, with her legs as up as they could go.

Fuck, he loved to fuck you like that before you got pregnant.

Castiel chuckled.

"Is he good?"

His Omega just moaned, speechless.

"She gets so dumb with a cock in her," he pinched your clit, and you yelped. "Being fucked gets her brain all silly."

He sucked on your gland, and you closed your eyes, nearly going just as silly as her.

"That's how I like my Omegas," he licked your gland. "All cock-drunk, with their pretty little brains dripping and dripping and dripping from their cunts."

You moaned, grinding down on him, already so close to the edge you could taste it already.

"And their tits leaking so much," he moved down, sucking on your tits again.

You tried bouncing on his dick, trying to get his knot inside you.

"Please," you whined. "Please, Alpha."

"You wanna cum, Omega?" he pressed his fingers harder. "And on a stranger Alpha's cock... you're such a slut."

You whined, squirming.

"Yes," you arched your body to him. "Please."

"Say it," he commanded. "Fully. Every word."

You moaned more, legs trembling.

"Please, I want to cum," you begged. "I need to cum. Please, please."

But he wasn't satisfied, biting down on your nipple.

"And who do you want to make you cum?" he asked.

"You," you cried. "I want you to make me cum. Please, make me cum, Castiel, please."

"Cum for me, then," he commanded.

You did, crying out, and he continued to fuck you as you went lightheaded.

Your brain was exploding with little fireworks as he continued to play with you, kissing and sucking your tits, and all you could do was let yourself be used by him,

All you felt was a new orgasm before your vision went black.

You yawned as you woke up, all snuggled up with Dean around you.

"Alpha," you called, feeling your throat a little sore.

You looked around, and he pushed a little bit of water to your lips.

You two were in the fancy break room, laying down together.

How you'd gotten there, you didn't quite know.

"You passed out a while ago," he caressed your face. "You got a little overwhelmed. And dehydrated."

Worry filled you quickly as you rushed to touch your belly, and your husband did the same.

"Don't worry, Castiel had some medical equipment," he told you. "The baby... she is perfectly fine."

You didn't quite catch his words, looking at yourself, and finding your hips bruised with handprints.

Oh. That was intense, wasn't it?

Your husband cleared his throat and you looked up at his face.

"I think that after today we can't quite call her Cassiopeia," he told you. "It would be weird to call our baby Cassie."

"Well, yeah," you agreed, looking at him. "I mean, we can't name our baby a name..."

You stopped after a minute, shocked.

"You agree with me," you looked at him. "You called her a she."

Dean chuckled.

"I might have... a hunch?" he asked, blushing. "Well, Castiel was checking and... you know. You were right."

You frowned.

"What? And how did he know?"

He shrugged.

"He's a doctor," your husband told you. "Most of his brothers are, actually. So he knows how to read an ultrasound."

You blinked, confused.

"Why would he have an ultrasound machine?"

Dean shrugged.

"He needs to care for the girls," he reminded you. "Ultrasound machines are used for a lot of things. Heart exams, thyroid exams and breast exams."

Oh, now that made sense.

You squealed anyway, excited with the news.

"She's a girl!" you celebrated. "Oh, Dean. What are we going to name her?!"

He chuckled, squeezing you.

"We can think about it later, honey," he reminded you. "We should head back on the road."

You pouted a little.

"Maybe," you moved your hand to his face, caressing his cheek and chin. "Or maybe... we could stay with Sammy and Jess for a while."

Your husband thought a bit.

"Well... they would love to hear the news," he caressed your hair. "And we could use some extra days off."

You squealed, excited!

Yes!

You two stood up together, and you found your dress folded on a chair, but Dean stopped you before you put it on.

"Cas got you something to wear on the way back," he told you before you could pick it up. "Your clothes are all wet, baby."

Your cheeks flushed a little. You had leaked all over everything.

But that wasn't the most embarrassing, no.

When Dean gave you what Cas had gotten you... it was a gown.

The gowns the Omegas wore around the farm.

You put it on anyway, and it was very comfortable, like clouds on your skin. But not very discreet at all, was it?

After all, it was made for easy access.

"Well, that's... sheer," Dean spoke slowly.

You looked down at yourself, and your nipples were showing through the white fabric.

He picked his leather jacket up and gave it to you, helping you put it on and zipping it halfway.

"There. Now you look more like Chuck's bride and less like you are trying to seduce people.'

You laughed as he put on his shirt again, guiding you out, and Castiel was waiting at the end of the corridor with a paper bag in his hands.

"Hello again," he smiled, offering it to you. "I got you a little something to fill you up."

You took it, a little embarrassed, and you were surprised to find a bottle of red juice, a bottle of water and big sandwich.

"It's enough to keep you up until you two stop to have an actual meal," he told you. "And I'm sure you have more water in the car."

"We are actually planning to stop back near Stanford," Dean told him. "Stay a while."

“Oh,” he sounded surprised, looking at you two. “You are in college?”

“No,” you shook your head. “But my other Alpha and our Omega do.”

He smiled largely, looking excited.

“That’s great!” he exclaimed. “I look forward to meeting them. I’m sure your pack is beautiful and will be very happy to know you two decided to stay.”

You smirked, already knowing what Castiel was thinking.

Naughty Alpha, already thinking of fucking another one of your pack's Omegas.

But... she might like him, yes.

"We'll stay in contact," Dean told him, looking just as smug, and you knew he had caught that too. "I'm sure they'll love to visit the farm once it is functioning fully."

"Of course," he agreed with a cheeky smile. "And if you ever need a personal tour again, you have my contact."

You pressed your thighs together. Oh, it would certainly be... interesting.

He led you two outside and stopped beside your card, and you smiled at him, putting yourself on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek.

"Goodbye."

Castiel chuckled.

"Naughty little Omega," he squeezed your waist.

You giggled, stepping back and getting into the car.

Maybe you were, sure.

But you loved it.

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Protector of the vessel; Castiel x child reader

*Author’s note*

okay well this was a request LOOOOOOOOONNNNNGGGGGG in the making, it took some time but I finally came up with the plot to fit this request so @gabrielsilva1510 I hope you enjoy this request.

Warnings: canon violence. Dean’s ALIVE (they did him sooo wrong in the end of the series so that canon I’m electing to ignore), death, some descriptive scenes/actions of violence, some fluff and angst.

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*Hawkins, Indiana*

It was nightfall over Forest Hill’s trailer park, a young girl around 10-11 years old was currently watching some Netflix on her laptop. She was already in her pjs and currently snacking on some chocolate bars.

“I should stop but truthfully I don’t give a shit. Sugar doesn’t really give you nightmares.” She said as she continued eating her candy all the while watching the documentary she had found about Skinwalker Ranch. But as she sat there watching her documentary, the lights in her trailer began to flicker on an off.

She looked around with a perplexed look on her face. She shrugged it off knowing that being in a trailer, the wiring was always faulty at times. However when they did it again, this time more frantic and continuously she got worried. She paused her show and set her computer down on the table when she was met with a sudden brush of cold air.

“Jesus Christ!” she hissed. “What the hell uncle Wayne, I know you paid the electric bill and all that.” She got up and went over to the thermostat only to see that it was still at the stable 73 degrees for the summer heat. “What the……” POP!! A lightbulb from a nearby lamp out of nowhere just exploded. Soon enough all the lights in the trailer began to explode but what scared her the most was that the door began rattling and shaking.

Even with it locked up, the loud and rapid banging almost made it seem like the door was about to come straight off its hinges. Terrified, she ran to her room, shut her door and crawled under her bed and curled up into a tight ball. She covered her ears and shut her eyes as tightly as she could as it felt like the entire trailer was shaking like an earthquake. Could other people feel it too? Was it an earthquake? But why was it so cold?

But then as quickly as the shaking and lights exploding happened, it stopped and the young girl was just surrounded in complete darkness. She spoke not a word and tried to keep her breathing under control, but her heart however rang as loud as a horn. She frantically tried to search through the darkness to see if there was anyone or anything out there.

Suddenly she let out a scream as she felt herself being dragged by her feet.

At the bunker in Lebanon, Kansas; Sam was currently on his computer seeing if there was a case for them to take. Dean walked in with a plate of pancakes and bacon and a cup of coffee as he said.

“Burning the midnight oil again Sammy?”

“Well ever since beating Chuck I figured at least we should look out and see if there is any cases out there that could make us have at least an easy win.”

“Right? I don’t know about you but I would like at least one case that won’t lead to an apocalypse.”

“Hey, hey check this out.” Sam said as he pulled up a sudden news article. “11 year old (Y/n) Munson kidnapped from her trailer home in Hawkins, Indiana.”

“How long ago was this?” Dean asked leaning over his little brother’s shoulder.

“Last night.”

“Jesus. It’s one thing when we get cases that involve idiot young adults or hormonal teens but kids…..I’ll happily knick the kidnapper right where the sun don’t shine.”

“Hang on Dean listen to this. According to reports from her uncle Wayne Munson, there was no sign of forced entry nor signs of a struggle.”

“Doesn’t sound like a human kidnapping. You think a creature took her?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“Right, let’s go then.” The boys made the drive from Lebanon to Hawkins and soon arrived at the Forest Hill’s trailer park where police tapes and a couple of police vehicles were still on the scene. Dean slowed the car down as an officer came up and asked them.

“Excuse me gentlemen you can’t be here.”

“It’s okay we’re here on official business. My name’s Agent Hetfield, and this is my partner Agent Hammett FBI.” Dean said as both he and Sam held out their FBI badges.

“Jesus Christ how many FBI Agents are on this case?” the officer muttered.

“What do you mean?” asked Sam.

“I would’ve thought the agency would’ve told you both that they already sent one of your other agents on the case. Agent…..Beyonce?” Sam and Dean looked at each other.

“Yes, yes we know who that is. He called us in for some extra help. He’s been out in the field for a couple years now and when it comes to kid cases he uhh—gets rather emotional.” Dean said.

“I here yah. I’ve got 3 of my own at home and this is probably the most puzzling case I’ve ever seen. The trailer you’ll want is down the road, 8th one to the right.”

“Thank you officer.” Sam thanked as Dean shifted Baby into drive and slowly drove forward. “Why’s Cas taking this case?”

“And more importantly why didn’t he call us?” Dean demanded. “And more importantly why is he still using Agent Beyonce? Everyone knows who she is, they’ll easily call him out on it.”

“It’s Cas Dean. But let’s get with him and find out what he knows.” As Dean pulled up to the trailer in question, he saw more police vehicles as well as the trailer taped off with officers and that’s when they saw Cas talking with an older gentleman that almost in a way reminded them of their grandfather Samuel. The brothers got out of the car and Sam called out to Cas.

“Agent Beyonce.” Cas and the older man turned and Cas greeted them.

“Agents, glad you could make it. This is Wayne Munson, he’s our kidnapped victim’s uncle.” Cas introduced the brothers to (Y/n)’s uncle.

“Mr. Munson, could you tell us exactly what happened the night your niece went missing?” Sam asked as he pulled out a pen and notepad.

“As I told your colleague here, I work nights at the plant so I wasn’t home when she—” Wayne trailed off as he took another drag of his cigarette. “I knew I should’ve asked one of the neighbors to check in on her, but that girl’s always been stubborn. Not that I blame her, she had to grow up too fast.”

“Okay so when you got back from work, did you happen to uhh smell anything?” Dean asked.

“This is a trailer park son, there are plenty of bad smells here.” Wayne sneered.

“What my partner means to say is was there anything out of ordinary in your trailer?” Same reiterated.

“Like what?” asked Wayne.

“Things like—rotten eggs smell? Cold spots? Possibly black goo?”

“No there was—there was nothing. Just an empty trailer. But uhh….”

“But what?” asked Sam. Wayne reached into his pocket and pulled out a guitar shaped locket.

“This was her locket. She never goes anywhere without it on.” Wayne handed the locket over to Sam who observed it and opened it up to reveal a picture of her as well as an older man.

He was about 10 years or so older than her with wild long brown hair. He wore a Metallica t-shirt, a black leather jacket along with a denim vest. Rings decorated his fingers as well as a couple of metal bracelets. Two of them making a devil face at the camera their hands on top of their heads making the horns and sticking their tongues out.

“Who’s the boy next to her?” asked Sam.

“Her brother, my nephew, Eddie.” The brothers and Cas looked at each other and Cas asked him.

“Mr. Munson, this may be difficult to ask but, do—”

“If you’re going to ask me if Eddie had anything to do with this kidnapping then I’ll kindly tell you agents to shove it up your ass.” Wayne snapped defensively.

“We’re not putting any stereotypes here, but we do need to look at every angle. Like where is Eddie now?”

“Hell if I know. The boy disappeared 5 years ago tomorrow.”

“Five years? Didn’t you make a missing person’s report?” Dean asked.

“You don’t think I did? I went to everyone, the cops, the media, anyone who would try to hear me out. But small religious town like this, people always deemed Eddie a freak ever since I gained custody of him and his sister after their parents were put away.” Wayne sat back down on the picnic table. “My nephew may look mean and scary, and yeah I always got into fights with him about his drug dealings but he loved his sister. Practically raised her himself, he’d never just up and leave her like that. But the police only saw his criminal record both from here and San Francisco as well as how he physically looked like, so they just wrote him off and went onto more important cases.”

The brothers and Cas looked at each other sympathetically for the man’s loss.

“We’ll find her Mr. Munson.” Cas said placing a comforting hand on the older man’s shoulder.

“That’s what they all say.” Wayne took one last drag of his cigarette, threw it onto the gravel and smeared it down before walking off solemnly.

“Okay so we’ve got a missing 11 year old girl, and her brother both five years apart from each other.”

“That’s the thing Sammy, sure we’ve seen patterns of kidnappings but never really within the same family. Cas did you get a chance to look at the trailer yet?” Dean asked.

“Yes. I looked around and just like Wayne said, there was no signs of a struggle, nothing was missing or taken, no blood, claw marks. However when I checked for EMF, the scale was off the charts.”

“So what we’re looking at a ghost kidnapping?” asked Dean.

“I think we need to do a further digging into this town, maybe even into her brother’s disappearance. See if coroner had any records of his death. Can’t rule out anything just yet.” Sam said.

“Alright Sammy you go down to the library see what you can dig up about this town, Cas you and me are going down to the coroner’s.” They all walked back to Baby and Dean drove them off to their chosen destinations.

Meanwhile in what looked like an underground warehouse, the officer that first greeted Sam and Dean at the trailer park walked through the long hallway until he came to a room and he said.

“We’ve got a problem.”

“What’s going on?” said a dark skinned man.

“The Winchesters and that Angel of theirs are poking around trying to find the kid.” The officer said.

“Let them try.” Another voice spoke up. Coming in from the shadows was a young, handsome man with short blonde hair and deep blue eyes that sent both a hypnotic sense of pleasure as well as fear. “By the time they even figure it out, it’ll be too late. Tomorrow night will be the rise of our new Mother Eve, and with this new host she will not fail.”

“I’ll say. I put the kid down under my spell and every few hours she keeps waking up.” Said the dark skinned man as he revealed his ruin tattoos, revealing himself to be a Djinn.

“We just need her to be weak enough for her soul to be extinguished and for Eve’s soul to take over her body.” The young blonde haired man said.

“But what about the girl’s uncle? This isn’t like when you did away with her brother, plus kids get more media attention than adults.” The officer said.

“Leave that to me. For now keep up the rouse as your current body shifter. And don’t even think about changing bodies. The Winchesters and that angel of theirs are no fools. If our plan is to go accordingly, we must stick to the plan carefully. No swift changes, no sudden drawbacks, and absolutely no delays. Is that understood?”

“Just because you’re the new alpha Vampire doesn’t mean you can order our kind around.” Sneered the Djinn.

“We’ve been here long before your kind were born, and we’ll be here long after.” Snapped the Shapeshifter.

“And yet it was I that found the way to resurrect our Mother’s soul and none of you.” The vampire sneered arrogantly. “You have your jobs, keep to them. And don’t give the Winchesters or that angel a glimpse into our plan.” As the vampire walked off, the Djinn and the Shapeshifter looked at each other with narrowed eyes but agreed and went back to their duties.

At their hotel Sam was checking through the articles he had printed from the library as well as some further internet diving into the Hawkins archive that he hacked into. Dean and Cas walked in and Sam asked them.

“How’d it go with the coroners?”

“Total bust. Coroner said even if Eddie Munson did die, he’s someone else’s problem. These small towns I tell you what it’s like their stuck in the medieval times or something.”

“The Medieval times was more masochistic and unhygienic.” Cas stated as a matter of fact.

“Serious Cas, all this time and you still can’t pick up my sarcasm.” Dean looked at the angel perplexed. “What about you Sammy, any luck?”

“Nothing about any strange disappearances or anything supernaturally related. I mean this-this just doesn’t make any sense.” Sam said.

“We’ve had cases like that before, remember the Baba Yaga case? When it first happened we didn’t know what we were dealing with until just a few years ago.”

“I know but Dean think about it. An 11 year old girl goes missing from her trailer home. Five years earlier her brother goes missing as well. I mean could this be more familial? Because the only family that’s been effected by all this is the Munson’s.”

“What you think Wayne’s withholding something from us?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time right? All I’m saying is this doesn’t fit a ghostly MO.” As the brothers continued to talk, Cas felt this pull on his heart and he could hear the sounds of a girl crying. He walked towards the window and just stared outside with a slight tilt of his head.

“Cas? Cas? Cas!” he felt Dean’s hand shake his shoulder snapping him out of his daze.

“Sorry I uhh—thought I heard something.”

“Angel radio?” asked Sam.

“I don’t know. I…..” suddenly a flash of light surrounded Castiel and the next thing the brothers knew, he was gone.

“Cas?” Sam called out.

“Cas!?” Dean exclaimed.

“Dude what the hell…we didn’t do an angel sigil to send him away.”

“I know Sammy. CAS!! CASS!!”

Cas looked around and found himself in a wide field with a mountain range and a huge lake sitting in front of him.

“Hello Castiel.” A young voice said behind him. Cas turned around to see the soft smiling of Jack Kline.

“Jack.” He said as he walked up to his adopted son and the two of them hugged each other. “It was you that called me here, wasn’t it?”

“Yes. I needed to talk to you about the case you’re working on with Sam and Dean.”

“You know where she is?”

“That’s not all I know. And I’m afraid you’re not going to like it.” Cas looked at Jack puzzled as Jack began to explain to Castiel about the new rise of a new ‘Eve’ and how they were going to use (Y/n) Munson as her future host.

“So…..what do you want us to do? Kill her?”

“No. No, no, no, no, no. I want you to protect her.” Cas’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Jack…..”

“You once protected me, now I want you to protect her.”

“Jack I—I don’t know how Sam and Dean will take this news.”

“I know, especially Dean will not like it, but if anyone can do it it’s you Cas.” Jack walked up and placed a comforting hand on the angel’s shoulder. “You, Sam and Dean are (Y/n)’s only hope. Because even if she is saved, she’ll still be hunted. And you know as well as I do that no one but you guys can give her the protection she needs.”

“Alright.”

“Oh and one last thing,” Jack took Castiel’s hand and using his newly God powers he transferred to Cas a stream of golden light. Jack’s eyes glowed a mixture of white and gold as he transferred the stream of light into Cas before slowly dimming and the last speck of golden hue entered into Cas’s palm. “You’ll know when to use that and who to use it on. Now go, you don’t have much time.”

Next thing Cas knew, he was back in the motel room with Sam and Dean.

“Cas! Man what the hell was that!?” Dean snapped.

“It was Jack.”

“Jack? As in our Jack?” questioned Sam.

“Yes. He told me where (Y/n) was and who has her.”

“Well don’t leave us in the dark Cas, where is she?” but before Cas could say anything, Dean’s cellphone rang and he growled softly as he picked it up and said. “Yeah?” he went silent for a bit, “Dr. Hughes, didn’t expect you to call us so soon.” Sam looked to Cas and he told him.

“The Coroner.” Sam nodded in understandment but both men grew concerned as they saw Dean’s face grow grim and solemn. “Right, yeah. Okay we’ll be right over. Yes thank you, see you in a few bye.” He hung up and turned to them. “They found Wayne’s body in the woods by the trailer.” Sam and Cas sighed grimly before they all agreed to go to the morgue’s to see what Dr. Hughes had to say about the cause of Wayne’s death.

When they got there, Hughes guided them to the back and removed the white sheet to reveal the corpse of one Wayne Munson. His neck completely ripped apart and stained with blood. His neck had been ripped apart so badly, there was a faint glimpse of veins being visible.

“As you can see, his neck had been torn apart to the brim. If I’m honest, I’d say it’d have to be some rabid dog or something. Now I’ve seen animal attacks before, my wife being the Hawkins vet but never have I seen something like this even if the animal was rabid.” He explained to them. “And unfortunately due to how his eyes are still open, I’d say poor Wayne was still alive while—whatever did this to him, ripped him apart.”

“Any missing organs or anything?” asked Dean.

“No. Everything was still intact, all except for his neck. Now I may not have liked his nephew but Wayne was a good man. He didn’t deserve this. And if (Y/n) is ever found, there’s no one left to take care of her now.” Dr. Hughes said as he closed Wayne’s eyes in respect and pulled the sheet back over him.

“Thanks for calling us Doc, we appreciate it.” Sam said as Hughes left the room to give the brothers and the angel a moment alone with Wayne.

“Alright so no missing heart so we can rule out werewolf. The only thing I can say for certain is Vampire but I’ve……”

“Never seen a vamp go this far. I” Dean finished for his little brother. “I swear if there weren’t for the heart being there, I’d say it was a werewolf.”

“Think it could be someone recently turned?” asked Sam.

“Even new born vamps don’t go that hard. Either this vamp was starving or got an enhancement from somewhere.”

“But what I don’t get is why strike in the day time? No vampire would be smart enough to do that.”

“They must be desperate in hurrying the process.” Cas said.

“What are you talking about Cas?” asked Sam.

“It has to do with the reason why (Y/n) was kidnapped.” Cas then began to explain to them what Jack had told him. The brothers listened intently and carefully to every word Castiel had to say, once he was done both brothers had a look of shock and anger.

“Son of a bitch!” snapped Dean.

“They’ve found a way to resurrect Eve. How-how is that possible?”

“At this point Sam when God managed to bring back every bad son of a bitch when he ripped open the doorway to hell, nothing surprises me now. But what I wanna ask is that Jack just expects us to—babysit afterwards?”

“She needs us Dean. Even if we do save her, they’ll still be after her.”

“He’s right Dean. Plus…..according to the family records, there’s no one else who can take care of (Y/n). Wayne was the only living relative who was capable of taking full guardianship over both her and her brother at the time. Everyone else is either dead or incarcerated.” Sam explained. Dean grumbled softly then said.

“Alright fine. But if we don’t save her in time, and Eve is truly back. We—we can’t take the chance. I mean it guys.”

“Understood.” Sam said.

“I understand, but we will save her.”

“Don’t get your hopes too high Cas. Now you said Jack knew where she was, right? Take us there.” Cas walked up to the brothers and gripped their shoulders and soon they disappeared from the motel room and ended up at the old mining field.

“There’s…..there’s something wrong.” Cas said.

“What is it?” asked Dean.

“Angel warding. They must’ve known we were coming.”

“But we haven’t even seen any monsters around Hawkins, how could they know we’re here?”

“Unless……” Dean looked at his brother. “While I was researching the town’s history, I did come across a report of a police officer’s funeral. The name was completely different but when I saw the picture of the officer—Dean it was the same officer that we first met when we arrived at the trailer park.”

“But he wasn’t a ghost, so that could only mean…..”

“Shapeshifter.” They all said.

“Alright then. Who knows what else we’re dealing with in there so I say just take the basics. Anything you can carry on your person or hand. Cas you stay here, we’ll find the warding and take it down.” Dean said as he took out more weapons from Baby’s trunk as did Sam. Dean shut the trunk then he and Sam hurried off to the building while Cas waited outside but also kept watch in case anything was hiding out in the forest that surrounded the area.

And a good thing too because Cas could immediately sense that something was watching him. There was a bit of rustling from the fallen leaves on the ground and the snap of a twig a second later. Cas quickly summoned out his angel blade and scanned the woods rapidly trying to pick up on any other sound that came from the woods.

Suddenly a flash of a blurred figure and soon Cas found himself on his back in the dirt. The sound of snarling and growling above him as he struggled with the figure that stood above him. Cas raised his leg and pressed his foot against the person’s gut before flipping him off of his body. Cas rolled over to get back up on his feet as well as to get a better look at the person that had attacked him.

He wore tattered clothes, ripped up black jeans, rings decorated his fingers and he had wild, almost untamable dark hair. His eyes were sunken in and filled with a lustful hunger, Vampire fangs bared at him as the young man charged at Castiel again. Like a wild animal, he snapped and tried to bite Castiel but the angel held firm until he tossed the vampire aside, making him skip and roll across the ground, but it still didn’t deter him.

That’s when Cas’s hand suddenly began to glow with the same glowing aura that Jack gave him.

‘You’ll know when to use that and who to use it on.’ Jack’s voice rang through his head. In his distraction, Castiel ended up on his back again, his hands pinned but he could see from the glow of his hand, the face of the Vampire that had him pinned down and he was surprised to see just who it was.

It was (Y/n)’s brother Eddie. His face already stained with dry blood but his hunger consumed him with a lustful desire for more blood. Eddie struggled to try and get closer to Castiel’s throat and drain every ounce of blood in his body.

Castiel however managed to get his hand free and placed it right on top of Eddie’s forehead and the young vampire let out a painful scream before collapsing on the ground. Eddie remained still for a moment as Cas got up and softly called out.

“Eddie? Eddie Munson?” Eddie let out a soft groan as Cas reached out and gently touched the young man’s shoulder. Eddie shot up and backed away breathing heavily and looking around frantically.

“What the f-what happened? Where am I?

“It’s going to be alright, Eddie.” Castiel assured him.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Castiel. I’m here to help both you and your sister.”

“(Y/n)? She’s….oh god. It—it was me. Wayne he—” Eddie started to panic as he gripped his head tightly and his breathing became erratic. “I-I didn’t mean to. I was—I was so hungry. They…..they tortured me, kept feeding me human after human before locking me away. Never seeing the light of day until they saw use for me! I…….it’s all my fault!”

“No, it wasn’t. It was the ones that turned you. They are responsible for what you’ve become.” Castiel assured him. Eddie looked up at the angel with pitiful tears. “Tell me what’s the very last thing you remember?”

“The last thing I remember?” Eddie repeated softly. Castiel nodded. Eddie kept his eye on the angel before shutting his eyes trying to go through his memories of the last 5 years. “(Y/n). She…..she had just won the Hawkins Spelling Bee. I……I went out to get her her very first guitar. She-she was always obsessed with wanting to play mine.” Eddie softly chuckled.

Castiel gave a slight smile. It seemed Jack knew all along that Eddie wasn’t beyond hope. He gave Cas a chance to save both Munson siblings from the prison they were both in, and he couldn’t have been more proud.

“I was driving back to the restaurant to meet her and Wayne……but then—there was…..there was a girl. On the side of the road. She-she looked to be about (Y/n)’s age. I pulled over asking where her parents were but all she said was she was lost and needed to find her mama. Then……” a flash of blood along the window and a woman with long red hair biting her wrist and force feeding Eddie her blood right there in his van flashed before his eyes. “I shouldn’t have stopped the van. I should’ve kept driving.”

“Eddie, I know this is difficult for you.”

“Difficult?” Eddie snapped. “Nah man, difficult was me repeating my senior year three times before I became fuckin Dracula. No this-this—this is insane!”

“It is a lot to take in but right now I need you to focus. Your sister needs your help.”

“Wait you—you mean those vampires want to turn my baby sister into one of them?!”

“I’m afraid she’ll be more than just a vampire.” Eddie wanted to ask more questions but Cas continued, “It’s a long story. Right now I need you to tell me, do you know exactly where they’re keeping her?”

“Not exactly. I was kept in a room chained up until tall, pale and blonde said it was time for me to go. But—I could hear her heartbeat.”

“Her heartbeat?”

“Yes. Must be some sort of vampire sense or whatever but the thing is, I could hear it. And there was also—chanting.”

“What language was it?”

“How should I know man, it sounded like something out of Tolkien.”

“Celtic.”

“Maybe, I don’t know.” Castiel turned and finally felt the warding that was on the mining fields being severed before he turned to Eddie.

“If you wish to help save your sister, I need you to show me exactly where they kept you. If we find that, we can find her.”

“We better. And if I find out that any one of those monsters harmed a hair on her head,” his fangs came out as he growled, “I’ll pull a fuckin Ozzy on their asses.” Eddie and Cas then walked into the mining entrance.

As Castiel and Eddie walked through the labyrinth maze of the mine fields, Cas began to explain to Eddie on how he and the Winchester brothers became involved with his sister’s case, as well as all the other times they’ve saved the world.

“So you guys have defeated the Devil, multiple demon knights, and God himself?” Eddie asked as they walked onward.

“More or less.” Cas responded.

“And you are an angel of God?”

“Yes.”

“If I wasn’t turned into a vampire and knew about all this shit I would’ve thought you were on one serious acid trip. But I do owe you for saving my ass back there Castiel.”

“It’s not just me you have to thank. Jack, or if you want to call him the new God, he saw that you needed help and he gave me the power to free you.”

“But I’m still a vampire, aren’t I?”

“I’m afraid so. The only way to turn you back is by having you drink the blood of the vampire that turned you. But it would only work if you hadn’t drank human blood.”

“Then I guess I’m stuck like this forever.” Eddie solemnly said as he kicked some dirt on the ground.

“I’m sorry Eddie. If there were another way, I’d try to find it.”

“I know. At least I can take comfort in one thing, thank Christ I do not sparkle.” The two men chuckled but soon stopped as soon as they heard something coming down one of the tunnels. The two of them hid themselves within another entrance as Cas gripped his angel blade tightly and Eddie’s fangs came out.

The sound of footsteps came closer and closer as they waited before looking to each other and nodding softly. As the footsteps as well as two lights from what looked like flashlights came closer, Cas and Eddie attacked but when Cas saw that he was pinning Sam against the wall, Sam exclaimed.

“Easy Cas it’s us!”

“Sam? Dean?”

“Hey Cas, we were wondering when you’d show up. Took your sweet time about it, and I see you had to bring a friend too huh?” Dean shoved Eddie off of him while Cas released Sam who adjusted his shirt collar. He turned to Eddie and said.

“Wait a minute. You’re—you’re Eddie Munson?! (Y/n)’s brother.”

“Yeah. In the flesh and—well I shouldn’t really say alive? Or do I I’m still so lost with what’s real and what’s fake with Vampire lore.”

“Vamp—they turned you into a vampire?”

“It was more like a trafficking situation but more or less, yeah. And before you guys suggest it, it’s too late to turn me back to normal. Your angel friend here explained it to me.”

“Sorry man.”

“It may be too late for me, but it’s not too late for my sister.”

“We’ve been searching this mine for what feels like hours and all we’ve met were various monsters guarding the place.” Sam said.

“Then it’s a damn good thing your angel friend snapped me out of my hunger-lust. She was kept close to where they kept me prisoner, but before we go any further I must ask you this.” The three men looked to Eddie as he continued, “Will you promise me you’ll watch over her? After this is all over?”

“Eddie what—” Sam started but Eddie interrupted him.

“Do you swear that you’ll watch over her?” he emphasized.

“We swear.” The three hunters said. Eddie took a deep breath and looked to the right and said.

“We walk down this way for about a mile then take the tunnel to the left.” The three hunters followed close behind Eddie, holding their weapons tight in case they ran into any more monsters.

After fighting off vampires, wraiths, and even a wendigo they came across a room with a steal door. Castiel raised his hand and with his powers, the doors bursted open and there they found (Y/n).

She lay there on her back unconscious surrounded by a glowing red light that had some sort of transmutation symbol on it. The shapes of circles and triangles blended into one and various runes written at each corner of the circle’s perimeter along with what appeared to be Latin and three large runes near the very center.

“Shit they’ve already started it.” Dean growled as they ran inside. Dean tried to run straight to her but he was suddenly thrown back by what appeared to be some kind of shield protecting her. “Damnit!” Dean groaned as he got back up on his feet.

“If we can’t reach her, how are we supposed to set her free?”

“You can’t.” Eddie growled as his fangs came out. He recognized that voice anywhere and his instincts were right when out of the darkness came the blonde haired, young Vampire alpha. “The Winchester brothers and their pet angel. I must say it’s such an honor to finally meet you three in person.” He mocked sarcastically.

“Sorry to say the same can’t be said for you twilight.” Dean sneered. The corner of the Alpha vampire’s mouth quirked up at the comeback before his eyes turned towards Eddie.

“And look whose come out of his cage? We’ve been looking for you.”

“Just so you can further scramble my head into your rabid pet till you have use for me?”

“You should be thanking us Eddie. We gave you a purpose, and now you can be reunited with your little sister.”

“Not like this. Everything was fine till you sent that bitch and that poor kid my way. You played with my emotions by sending out the kid first, to which you forced me to drain every ounce of her blood in the end!” Eddie breathed in heavily before he sneered. “You may have made me kill that little girl, but I’ll be damned if you’ll have me stand aside as you take my sister’s life away.”

Three more vampires soon came from behind the Alpha vampire and he said to Eddie.

“Very well then.” The three vampires charged towards Sam, Dean and Cas while Eddie and the Alpha Vamp faced off against the other. Eddie and the Alpha fought each other with such ferocity, it was almost like seeing two wild animals fight for dominance as tooth and fist were thrown at each other.

With some overpowering and teamwork, Sam, Dean and Cas managed to easily decapitate the other three vampires heads clean off. They then turned their attention towards (Y/n) and ran up towards her and Sam said.

“How do we get pass this transmutation circle to snap her out of it?”

“It might be a risk, but maybe I can reach her with my powers. Push myself through the barrier and awaken her mind.” Cas suggested.

“How big of a risk are we talking about Cas?” Dean asked.

“Quite possibly the combination of this transmutation and angelic grace, could cause the entire mine to collapse and killing perhaps everyone in this mine while also creating an earthquake to hit Hawkins.” The brothers looked at each other before Dean said.

“Well let’s hope that doesn’t happen. We’ll try to help Eddie with Voltori vamp.” Dean said. As the brothers raced off to try and help Eddie, Cas extended his hand and touched the barrier. The mixture of the red light and his angel grace were like two opposing magnets trying to fight for dominance over the other.

Castiel pushed and pushed until he could feel the magic from the transmutation circle beginning to decline, but only a smidge. The force of the magic was starting to weigh him down as he tried to walk through it, he even felt the pull of it trying to reject his very being within the circle, but still Castiel kept pushing on until he finally reached (Y/n)’s unconscious body.

He knelt down beside her and placed his hand over her forehead and tried to reach out to her very soul as he called out to her.

“(Y/n) Munson. You need to fight. I know things may look bleak and hopeless, but there are people who are here to help you. People who need you. You can fight against this darkness. Fight back! Fight!”

Inside of (Y/n)’s mind, her limbs were trapped by Naga tails and standing before her was the silhouette of what appeared to be the spirit of Eve. Her shadowy presence loamed over the small girl as she taunted her.

“No one can save you now child. Surrender your will to me, and all of this will be over.” Eve’s voice was low and spoke with a menacing yet motherly warmth to her. She extended her hand and held it over (Y/n)’s face as she let out a low groan, her eyes glowing a pure white.

(Y/n) started to feel her mind growing fuzzy and her vision was starting to go black. That’s when she heard the voice of Castiel and a bright light soon shined above the two of them.

‘(Y/n) Munson. You need to fight. I know things may look bleak and hopeless, but there are people who are here to help you. People who need you. You can fight against this darkness. Fight back! Fight!’ soon memories of her uncle and brother came flooding her subconscious. Even though she hadn’t seen her brother in over 5 years, she always kept those memories of him closer to her than any other memory she had.

Eddie playing his guitar for her, the two of them rocking out to music together, spending holidays with their uncle, going to the mall, and him just being there for her. Soon (Y/n) found the strength to break her right arm free of the naga tail and she reached out, grabbed Eve by the neck and ripped a sliver of her own soul.

Eve let out a painful screech which made the rest of the naga tails release (Y/n) and she ran as fast as she could towards the light. Eve faced her and with a growl before slowly clenching her right hand into a fist and soon figures of various monsters tried to stop (Y/n) from escaping.

But with a fierce determination and will power, (Y/n) ducked, dodged and avoided every shadow monster that tried to come after her. Even if she was knocked down, she quickly got back up and fought as hard as she could and continued to run. She ran and ran and ran until there was a flash of light.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n)!” Castiel called out to her. (Y/n)’s eyes shot open and she let out a gasp as she began panting frantically and as she awoke, the light from the transmutation circle died down. She looked around her surroundings and quickly backed up but Castiel reassured her. “It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re safe now. You’re gonna be alright.” Immediately she recognized his voice.

“You—you were……”

“Yes. I was the one that reached out to you. You’re gonna be alright, we’re here to get you out.”

“We?”

“Hey quick introductions, name’s Dean Winchester this is my little brother Sam and that there is our friend Castiel. We’re monster hunters and we’ve come to rescue you, so come with us if you wanna live.”

“Really? Terminator 2 reference?” (Y/n) sassed.

“At least the kid’s got culture.” Dean said.

“Those cuts on your wrists and neck look bad, can you walk (Y/n)?” Sam asked her.

“I think so.” She slowly got up but felt a dizzy spell come over her. Castiel quickly steadied her then once she felt like she could walk, the four of them ran out of the mine tunnels but paused as they came over a gruesome scene.

The Alpha vampire lay there dead with his head decapitated but there was also two more bodies that Sam and Dean didn’t see before. One was the body of the Djinn and the other was the Shapeshifter still using the body of the old dead Deputy sheriff. Both their throats were ripped apart as a pool of blood surrounded each of them.

Standing over them was Eddie, his hands dripping with blood and his mouth stained with it as well. Heavily but softly panting as soft growls and hisses came out past his lips.

“These fuckers came shortly after you two left. Probably heard Henry’s screams of agony when I ripped his left arm off. Thought they’d stand a chance against me,” he scoffed. “They maybe an older species, but they’re nothing compared to us.”

“Eddie?” (Y/n) spoke up, recognizing the voice of her long lost brother. Eddie turned and was both shocked and ashamed to see her. It had been five years since they’ve seen each other, and all this time she could’ve come to the conclusion that he abandoned her.

He was still alive after all, though he was now a monster he was still alive. And all this time he never once came back to her, to their uncle. He thought that she must hate him after all these years.

“Is-is that really you?”

“Hey sweetheart. I—I know what you’re gonna say. ‘All this time you’ve been alive yah asshole. You didn’t even once think about coming back to Uncle Wayne, to me’. I swear I didn’t abandon you guys I was…..I swear I was on my way home after picking up your surprise from winning the spelling bee when I got mixed up in…..all of this. Turned into a vampire and forced fed human blood or kept locked away like an animal starving. When my sanity was still intact, there wasn’t a day that went by when I didn’t think about you guys. What you were doing? If you missed me or not? If—if you were looking for me? And I……”

Eddie’s speech was stopped when he felt arms wrap around his waist and a small head burying itself into his chest. He looked down to see it was (Y/n).

“I knew it, I knew you were alive!” Eddie’s eyes brimmed with tears as he wrapped his arms around (Y/n) and held onto her with as much love and desperation as she was holding him. He rocked her back and forth as he finally took her in after five years.

She had grown taller than he remembered, her hair was shorter and was curled compared to the naturally straight hair she had. But her baby-like face was still the same after all these years. The siblings looked at each other and Eddie gently cupped the side of his sister’s face as he choked out.

“You got so big.” The Munson siblings softly laughed. Eddie cupped the back of his little sister’s head and pressed a long and loving kiss to her forehead before pressing his own forehead against hers.

“Uhh hate to break up the long awaited reunion, but figure we escape now and hug later.” Dean piped up quickly.

“Yeah, yeah of course. There’s a short cut down this way, follow me.” Eddie said grasping (Y/n)’s hand and leading the three hunters and his sister out of the mining tunnels.

They left the old mine and Cas used his powers to transport them back to the motel as the brothers began to pack up their stuff and check out of the motel. Meanwhile the Munson siblings were sitting on the loveseat nearby an old radiator heater catching up with one another.

“Wayne never stopped believing you were alive either. He tried to get the media to put out a story about you, and every year on the anniversary that you left, he’d take a day off work just to track down where you might’ve disappeared to.” She told him.

“The old man always did believe in me.” Eddie said solemnly, his eyes filled with regret remembering what he had done in his bloodlust state.

“(Y/n), I—” Eddie started off but he stopped when his ears picked up on something coming towards them. He slowly stood up and walked out the door as (Y/n) softly called out to him.

“Eddie? Eddie what is it?”

“Yo Munson, you alright?” Dean called out to him. Eddie looked up to the sky and lowly hissed.

“Get her out of here.”

“What?” (Y/n) snapped.

“(Y/n) I want you to go with the Winchesters and Castiel and drive as fast as you can.”

“What about you?!” she asked.

“There’s no time to argue. I’m your brother you’ll do what I say!”

“No! I just got you back and I can’t lose you again! Eddie please we can leave together!”

“If I don’t stay behind, they’ll find you. They’re never gonna stop until they get you to become the next Eve.” Eddie cupped his sister’s face before turning towards the three hunters. “You three remember the promise you gave me, right?”

Sam, Dean and Castiel all looked at each other now knowing what Eddie was talking about.

“We know Eddie. From one big brother to another.” Dean said. Eddie nodded.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no please Eddie! Eddie please don’t go!” (Y/n) pleaded.

“Don’t you ever leave their side. And know that I will always love you my sweetheart.” As (Y/n) cried, Eddie kissed her forehead several times as Castiel came over and pulled her away from her brother. (Y/n) struggled and screamed out Eddie’s name, reaching out for him as she was pulled towards the Impala and the Winchesters quickly got in the car, revved up the engine and drove off as quickly as they could.

The last thing (Y/n) saw was Eddie being surrounded by 5 dragons.

After leaving Hawkins and returning to the Bunker, (Y/n) was getting healed up by Castiel while the events of the past couple of days kept replaying in her head.

“How do you feel now?”

“Physically or emotionally?” she asked.

“I guess either one is fine.” He replied.

“Well thanks to your angelic touch my wounds and head are healed, but—” she paused. “I can’t ever go back home, can I?” she asked in more of a statement than a question.

“(Y/n)……”

“I don’t want any bullshit! Don’t sugarcoat it, don’t lie to me!” Castiel sighed heavily through his nose and told her.

“No. No you can’t go home. Though we’ve saved you, they’ll still try to hunt you down.”

“And my uncle, he’s dead too, isn’t he? I—I thought I heard them say they’d take care of him. Did they…….”

“I’m afraid so. Just before we saved you.” Her breathing sharpened and she shut my eyes as tightly as she could to try and hold back the tears.

“I’m cursed. Deep down I’ve always felt that way, everyone in my life either abandons me or dies.”

“Your brother didn’t.”

“Yeah right.” She said snarked.

“You don’t know that he’s dead.”

“And how do you know he’s still alive?!”

“Because if he’s anything like you, he’ll do whatever it takes to fight and stay alive. Just like you did when you fought against Eve’s spirit.”

“I wish I was back home with my own family. I wish none of this ever happened.” (Y/n) whimpered softly as she leaned against her new bed.

“Unfortunately once you’ve crossed knowing the supernatural world, there is no going back. All that you can do is try to adapt to what will come. And you won’t be alone. Sam, Dean and I have agreed that you can stay here. We can protect you, help you.”

“Keeping me prisoner here?”

“No, not a prisoner. A guest. We can even teach you what we know so that way you can protect yourself. We may not let you go on cases with us, but at least you’d be able to defend yourself in case anything comes here.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready to consider you guys my adopted family.”

“And we understand that. So—how about just friends?”

“I guess I could make due with a few badass friends. But someone’s gotta tell Dean about his music collection cause it sucks.”

“Uhh excuse me? Kansas is not lame!” they looked up and saw Dean with a kitchen towel over his shoulder.

“But they’re nowhere near the peek that Ozzy Osborne and Black Sabbath are. Not to mention Iron Maiden.”

“Kid if you’re gonna be living in this bunker, I’m gonna have to give you the ground rules on real music. Not that scream metal that your brother has brainwashed you with.”

“It’s not all scream metal! Plus don’t think I didn’t see that AC/DC cassette tape.”

“Hey AC/DC’s good on occasion.”

“That occasion being all the time.” As the two of them began to argue back and forth as they all headed for the kitchen for dinner, outside of the bunker a figure stood just several yard away, hidden within the trees.

His face and clothes burnt and scarred but a warm smile was on his face. He reached under his shirt and pulled out a similar locket and opened it up to reveal the same picture that (Y/n)’s locket had. He gripped it tightly and pressed his lips to his fingers breathing heavily while holding back his tears.

“They’ll take care of you now sweetheart.”

He took one last look towards the bunker and walked away tying his black bandana over his head and walked off into the darkness.

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