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Time to Tell

Reader x Cas Word count: 1,335 You met Castiel in a bar. It wasn't the usual drink/hook up meeting - no, it sad far from that. The two of you were both third wheels. His two friends were chatting up yours while the two of you sat awkwardly. As the night wore on, though, you did end up making small talk. One thing led to another, and now you're dating. Actually, you're arriving at your fourth date out in the past two months right now. You pull off your earmuffs and blink Wisconsin's early January snow away from your eyelashes. “Hello, (Y/N),” says the barista at your favourite cafe. “You want your usual?” “Not yet, Tony,” you tell him. “Cas is going to be here soon. I'll wait for him.” “Okay,” he says cheerily. You settle down at a table by the large glass windows and pull out a book. Its the fifth one in a series you've just recently started - Supernatural. You only read the first couple of paragraphs before Castiel arrives. “Cas!” You exclaim, jumping up from your seat to hug him. You don't get to see him as often as you like. He's an FBI agent, so he has to travel a lot. “(Y/N)!” He picks you up and spins you around, pecking a chaste kiss on your lips after he sets you down. “You’re freezing,” he tells you, eyebrows furrowing in concern. “Well, it is cold outside,” you point out. What you won't admit is that your light sweater certainly isn't heavy enough for the blizzard that is blowing in. “Here,” Cas says, pulling off his ever-present trench coat and draping it over your shoulders. “You're taking this back before we leave,” you tell him. “We’ll discuss that then,” he tells you. “For now, let's order.” You get your usual - a honey-lavender latte. Castiel gets an espresso, like he always does. Tony doesn't have his usual committed to memory, though. Once you get your drinks, you return to the seat by the window. “So how have you been?” Castiel asks you, smiling warmly. You let out an involuntary groan. “My stupid boss…” Cas makes a concerned face. “What happened this time?” “Well, he wants me to come in on the 24th, which I asked off for forever ago! I mean, it isn't like I can miss my nephew's first birthday party!” You explain in frustration. “You could just quit. I know you hate working at that grocery store,” Cas points out. “As much as I despise managing those stupid teenagers, I have to have some way of making money until my book gets picked up by a publisher,” you say with a bitter sigh. “You’ll get there,” he reassures you. “Oh, I did find a new book series,” you say excitedly, showing Cas Supernatural. Cas stiffens slightly at the sight of the cover. “H-how is it?” “Pretty good so fa! Have you read them?” You assume he has, and that their painful, based on his reaction. “Kinda. A lot of good people die…” Cas trails off, but then seems to shake of his haze. “I know the author.” “Really?” You exclaim, excited. “He’s not really all that spectacular,” Cas says flatly. “Why so bitter?” It isn't like Cas to speak with so much spite in his voice. “He was close to my family when we were little. Then… Well, he disappeared and  it caused a split down my entire family… So yeah. I'm a little bitter.” “Oh. I'm sorry,” you whisper. You know what its like to have someone leave. “It is what it is,” Cas says with finality. There is a lull in the conversation as you two finish off your drinks. “Hey, lovebirds,” Tony calls from back behind the counter. “I think you're going to be here for the long haul. That snow isn't letting up anytime soon.” You glace outside, eyes widening in shock. The outside world is pure white - you can't even see the sidewalk. It looks like Tony is right. Fortunately, you have the love of your life with you. --- The snow doesn't let up, and after three days, its starting to look grim. At least Tony has a shower in the back. The three of you enjoy yourselves- Tony is your childhood best friend, and has been wanting to get to known “that attractive man who stole you from our singles night” for a long time. Tony is gay and you are bi. It can be loads of fun when the two of you go out. You're tied down now though. “Bull-freaking-shit!” You exclaim at Tony for the fourth time in a row. He let's out a groan. “But-” “Just take it,” you tell him, laughing. “Three fours,” Cas says, laying down his cards next. You look at him through narrowed eyes for a moment. When he doesn't squirm, you put down your own cards. “Four fives,” you say, your tone daring someone to say something. Cas takes the bait. “Bullshit.” You let out what can only be described as a cackle. “You take ‘em, babe!” Then the lights go out. “Damnit,” Tony exclaims. “Whats happened?” Cas asks. “The power went out,” you tell him. “We have to hope this snow let's up before we freeze to death.” You finish your game, but with the impending doom, it isn't nearly as fun. Tony goes to get towels to stuff in the cracks of the door. “(Y/N), I can get us out of here,” Cas whispers, pulling you close to him. “What on earth are you talking about?” You ask him, confused. “Just… Close your eyes, okay?” “Cas, what-” “Just, please, (Y/N).” The desperation in his voice makes you do what he says. “Tony,” you hear him say as he pulls you tight against his chest. “C’mere a second.” “What cha need, Cas?” You can hear his footsteps approaching. You feel Cas shift a bit, then suddenly feel sick for a second. Then its gone, then back, then gone. You're disoriented even before you open your eyes to a warm, sunny place outside of an abandoned factory. “Cas, what…” You trail off, not quite knowing what to say. “Tony is safe in his house. And we’re in Kansas,” he tells you. “But what…” You can't even begin to process what is going on. Cas sights. “Come inside. There's a lot I need to tell you.” You nod your head, following him. Its a damn gold thing you trust Cas. This could have gone very badly otherwise. It turns out that it isn't such an abandoned factory after all. Its a bunker- and a rather homey one at that. “Cas, where have you been?” Demands an attractive, green-eyed man. “Preoccupied,” he says with a glance at you. “Are you that girl Cas was talking to at that bar in Wisconsin?” The man asks you. Another man walks into the room. “Yeah, from like two years ago. Cas has been dating her.” This man is tall with long hair, and reminds you of a moose. “How did I miss that?” The first man says, looking at you again. “Because you're oblivious,” Moose says. “I hadn't told her anything… I kinda have to now,” Cas tells them. You're still confused. “Okay, will someone please tell me what is going on? How the hell am I in Kansas?” The green-eyed man sighs. The moose looks concerned. “Its a long story…” --- “So you're meaning to tell me that my boyfriend is an angel and you two are demon hunters who die a lot?” You ask after a long explanation and a bottle of beer. “Yeah, pretty much,” Sam says. “Like in those books. You even have the same names as the main...oh…” You trail off, realising that the books are true. Sam and Dean both groan. “Well that's cool. I guess I have to start learning,” you say. “What?” Cas asks, confused. “Well, I'm going to be a hunter. That grocery store job sucks anyway,” you say.

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Shooting Stars

Reader x Dean

A/N: Fair warning, this one is a little more angsty than the past fics!

Word count: 769

You and Dean were sitting out on the hood of the Impala, watching the stars. The cool fall air allowed you to snuggle in close to him.

“Look!” He points to the sky. You look up just in time to see the tail of a comet fade away. “Make a wish,” Dean whispers into your ear.

“I wish…” You trail off, not quite sure what to say. Right now, in this moment, curled up with Dean, everything is perfect. “I wish that we’re always as happy as we are right now.”

“That sounds just about perfect, (Y/N),” he murmurs.

Of course, within about five minutes, you jump at the sound of footsteps.

“Dean,” you say, sitting up abruptly.

“What’s wrong,” he asks, setting a hand on your back.

“I thought I heard something,” you say, twisting around to look.

“Good ear,” says a sneering voice. “Unfortunately, you’re a little too late.”

Six vamps will always be too much for a couple of unarmed hunters - even if one of them is a Winchester. When your arms are secured behind you back, the vampires take off, leaving Dean behind, screaming your name. You’re too far gone to hear them saying how they needed another girl, and how lucky they were that they had captured Dean Winchester’s girlfriend.

You don’t know how long you were out, or really where you are. When you come to, though, you’re chained to a pole in what smells like an old basement. You let out a shaky breath and try to see if you have any bites on you. Near as you can tell, chained like this, you don’t.

You tug on your cuffs in desperation, pulling against them until your wrists are bruised and bloodied. You want to scream for someone to come tell you what is going on, why they took you. But then, you already know. You’re bound to be a food source. Or, they’re going to change you. You aren’t sure which is worse.

Eventually, you give up on the restraints. There’s nothing you can do to help yourself.

It’s okay, though. Dean will rescue you.

—

“Sam! Sam, they’ve got her,” Dean yells, bursting into the hotel room.

“What on earth are you talking about,” Sam asks, squinting in the light. He was fast asleep.

“(Y/N)! They took her!” Dean says. “Sammy, we have to go get her back. Now!”

Sam sits up, confused. “Dean, slow down.”

“No. You have five minutes to be in the Impala or I’m leaving your ass here.” With that, Dean slams the door behind him.

Sam is in the car, fully dressed, two minutes later.

Dean pulls out of the hotel parking lot, driving like a madman.

“The vamp colony we’ve been hunting took (Y/N). They have her. We’re not waiting until tomorrow to attack. We’re going now,” Dean says firmly.

“Okay, Dean,” Sam says, not even attempting to argue. “She’s going to be fine.”

—

You can hear fighting above you. You start pulling on your restraints again, as much as it hurts.

“Dean! Dean, I’m here!” You shout, desperate.

“Someone opens the door and starts down the stairs. “I’d shut your mouth if I were you, you little bitch.”

“Dean!” The door is open. Maybe he’ll hear you now.

The vamp grabs you and sinks his fangs into your neck. You scream in fear and pain. There’s nothing you can do about this. He’s going to suck you dry. You can feel your life fading away from you. Your last thought is about how much you love Dean.

—

“Dammit, Sammy! She’s not waking up,” Dean exclaims.

The body of the vamp is laying behind Dean, headless and harmless. Dean had never killed a vamp so quickly in his life.

Sam presses his fingers to your neck. “Her heartbeat is steady and she’s breathing. Lets take her back to the room and let her rest up.”

Dean scoops you into his arms, cringing as he sees your wrists.

“You’re going to be okay,” he whispers to you. “I’ve got you now.”

—

You can hear Asia playing softly through the room when you come to. Your head is pounding, but you open your eyes and sit up anyway. Dean is by your side in an instant.

“Hey,” you whisper.

He kisses the top of your head. “Hey. I’m glad you’re awake.”

“You rescued me,” you murmur.

“Sure did. We killed every last one of those sons of bitches, too,” he says.

“Oh.” You’re a little too sluggish for this to have much of a reaction. “Hey Dean?”

“Yeah?” he replies.

“Shooting stars are bogus.”

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Chemistry

Dean x Castiel AU: Highschool Dean had been watching the new kid for nearly a week, trying to decide whether or not to make a move on the sweet, dark-haired boy. He certainly didn't seem like he was gay, but Dean knew as well as anyone that you can't judge that by looks. Dean had never been this smitten before with anyone. Castiel had his thoughts nearly all the time now. It was pure luck that Castiel had been put as Dean's lab partner. "We've only got about a half an hour of work left on this lab," Castiel tells him as he carefully measures out the Hydroxide. "Can you stay after school?" Dean nods his head. "Yeah. My little brother, Sammy, is going to a friend's house today, so I'm free." "Sounds good," Castiel says as the final bell rings. "I've got to call my big brother and let him know whats going on." "Okay!" Dean says, trying to calm the quickening in his heart. Cas walked out of the room, pulling out a flip phone. Dean decides he'd better go to the bathroom so he doesn't have to leave Cas alone later. On his way back, though, he pauses, Cas' conversation catching his ear. "I'm not staying just because I like him...Shut up, Gabriel. You're impossible. No- it... Ugh.... I have to go..." Dean smiles, ducking back into the chemistry room. So Castiel isn't straight after all... But Dean, never having made a move on a guy before, doesn't say a word until they are walking out to Dean's car. "Can you give me a ride home?" Asks Cas sheepishly. "Sure," Dean says with a smile, "I'd love to take a sweet thing like you home." As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he freezes. Cas gives him a look through narrow eyes. "What do you mean by that, Dean Winchester?" "Just come on. I'll take you home," he says, the tips of his ears turning pink. Cas smiles and leans against the driver's side door. "What do you mean?" He asks, smiling. The sun catches his eyes, illuminating the stunning blue. It makes Dean go weak, standing this close to this...infuriating boy. Dean leans a little closer, until he can feel Castiel's breath on his lips. "I mean..." Dean kisses Castiel, deciding that it is better than finishing his sentence. When Sam asks Dean how his day had been, and why he was home so late, all Dean could do was smile and say, "I had chemistry."

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Absolutely Needed

Reader x Sam "Sammy!" You yell, your voice echoing through the bunker. There is an edge of panic in your voice. "(Y/N), whats wrong?" Sam says, bursting into the kitchen. You look helplessly at the burned pile of eggs and cheese sitting on the floor next to your pan. Sam chokes back laughter as you start to cry. "C'mere, babe," he says, pulling you to him. He runs his fingers through your hair, trying to comfort you, but he is still shaking with laughter. "Not helping," you snap, but you're starting to laugh with him, even through your tears. "I'll clean it up, then we'll go out for breakfast," he tells you. You smile at that. "I'll go get ready for the day, then." As you grab your outfit for the day, you can't help but be a little disgusted with yourself. How on earth are you ever going to be able to be good enough for Sam if you can't even make him breakfast? The two of you have dating for the past three years, and you love him with everything you have, but it was hard to hope for anything more than a boyfriend in the life of a hunter. As you swing into the impala with Sam, though, your fears fade from your mind. It was amazing how he could calm you. "So we've got dinner plans tonight, too," Sam tells you, after a moment of hesitation. "Oh? Where?" You ask. "Its a surprise. Just wear something pretty," he tells you. "No hints?" You say with a dramatic gasp. "None," he says, glancing at you with a teasing smile. "Fine, then. What's Dean up to today?" You change the subject, uninterested in continuing an argument you have no chance of winning. "I think he's doing some target practice with Cas today," Sam tells you. "He needs it," you say, thinking of the last time you and the boys had gone on a hunt - Cas hadn't made any decent shots at the ghost and it nearly killed you. "That said, I need it too. We should join them when we get back." "Not a bad idea," Sam tells you. The two of you both know that you're far better with a knife than you ever will be with a gun. You lapse into silence, and after a moment, you turn on the radio, singing at the top of your lungs to Don't Stop Believing. You make Sam wait to go inside until the end of the song. The plump, friendly waitress comes to take your order whenever you settle down. "Your usual, right you two?" She asks. "Yes, please," you say with a smile. "I'll have that right out," she tells you. Sam takes your hand across the table, and you offer him a shy smile. "You know what?" You say. "What?" Sam asks you. "You need a haircut," you tell him, eyeballing the locks that are nearly down to his shoulders. He sighs. You've picked this with him before, but he won't budge. "I'm just saying. I'm far more capable at cutting hair than I am at making breakfast." "I'm not letting you, or Dean, touch my hair." And the two of you continue with the easy conversation that flows so well between you, until you're both too busy stuffing your faces - you with pancakes and he with French toast - to keep up conversation. ---- That evening, you tear through your closet for the umpteenth time. The only thing you have besides your FBI wear is a slinky black cocktail dress. You decide this will have to do. After you put it on, you decide it does flatter you, and you know Sam will think you look downright sexy. Its just a little more than you're used to. It had been a busy day - you'd decided to reorganise the pantry, which was a bigger task than you had expected. Sam, Dean, and Cas had been gone all day, and they'd left without telling you, which was irritating, to say the least. Finally, you pin the last bit of hair into place. Sam had told you he'd come get you at 6:15, and its 6:10 now. He should be here any minute now. No sooner had the thought crossed your mind than there was a knock at the door. You let out a small laugh when you open the door. Sam had gotten his hair cut. It is only a couple inches shorter, but still - its something. "Must be a big occasion, for you to get your haircut!" You exclaim. Sam just smiles and offers you his arm. "You look beautiful," he says stiffly. "Thanks..." You say, confused. "Are you okay? You seem a little tense." "I'm just worried that the place we're going to might not have any tables open," he tells you. "Ah," you say. That's a valid point. "You look handsome." And he truly does, in a tux and everything. "Thank you," he murmurs. He opens the door to the impala for you, and helps you settle in. The ride is silent, which is strange. You just can't read the mood he is in. When he pulls into an empty parking lot, you're confused. "You'll have to close your eyes," Sam tells you, with a mischievous glint in his eye. You do, and you smile. "You had me worried something was wrong," you tell him. He opens the passenger side door and helps you out. "No. Everything is perfect." He surprises you with a quick kiss. "No peeking!" "Okay," you say with mock exasperation. Sam leads you carefully through what you assume are woods. You're going uphill for what seems like a rather long time. "Okay, I'm going to help you sit down now. There's a table, so don't worry." You nod your head as Sam helps you perch on the edge if the table. "You can open your eyes now," Sam tells you. The first thing you see is the sun setting over the horizon. This has to be the highest place in Kansas. You can see forever. Then you see Sam sitting there, looking more uncomfortable than you'd ever seen him. "Are you okay?" You ask. "Listen, I have to say something. You have to let me say it." He didn't bring you up here just to dump you, did he? "Okay..." "(Y/N), I love you. More than I can put into words. From the moment I met you, I... Everything has been amazing. I know in our world people usually don't... I mean... Its impossible to have more connections to people than absolutely needed, but... (Y/N)... I... Will you marry me?" The word leaped from your lips before you could even okay it. You were so filled with joy - happier than you had been since you got into the businesses. "Yes!"

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Breakfast

Dean x Reader

You didn’t intend to go out hunting for a while. You’re on vacation for God’s sake! But when the Winchester boys showed up in the little beach town, you knew something was going on. Word on the street is those boys are nothing but trouble, although you’d never had the pleasure of meeting them personally.

You take a long dreg of your lemonade as they settle in the booth in front of you, giving them an ear.

“Its got to be a demon, Sammy,” Dean says.

Oh the stories you’ve heard of these boys…

“Or an angel,” Sam replies. “There wasn’t any sulfur.”

Dean shrugs and takes a drink from his coffee cup.

“I-” Dean breaks off as he realises you’re listening to them. “Do you need something?”

You shake your head. “Just curious as to what you boys are doing here,” you say.

Dean narrows his eyes at you.

“Calm down,” you say. “I’m just a hunter.”

“You here on the case?” Dean asks.

Sam turns to get a look at you.

“I’m here on vacation,” you say, standing up. “The case is all yours.”

You walk out of the tiny diner, leaving them to their business. Still, the fact that the supernatural is acting up around you makes it hard to relax on the beach.

That night, you head out to the local bar - you need a drink.

As you sip on your margarita, your mind wanders back to Dean’s stunning green eyes.

“Don’t be stupid, (Y/N),” you mutter under your breath. “You know what everyone says about him.”

But then he walks in the door. Dean’s eyes land on you almost instantly, and he takes a place at the bar next to you.

“Well if it isn’t our vacationing hunter,” he says bitterly

“How’s the case coming?” You ask.

“Oh the case is done. It was a demon after all,” he says.

“Well what’s wrong, then?” You ask. You aren’t sure why you care - after all, those are they boys that started the apocalypse three times over.

Dean just shakes his head. “Sam decided to take off on his own again. Just for a little while, he said.”

“ Its just for a little while, then,” you say, after drinking the last of your margarita. “You’ll fix it.”

Dean gives you an odd look. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Your heartbeat speeds up. “Sure.” The word is out of your mouth without your consent. This is stupid. Dean is a love em and leave em type of guy and you are not a one night stand type of girl. Still, with his face, even a good girl like you would be hard pressed to say no.

“Hey, can we get a couple of beers over here?” Dean calls to the bartender, who delivers them promptly.

“You got a name?” Dean asks, raising an eyebrow.

“(Y/N). And you’re Dean Winchester,” you reply.

“How do you know that?” He asks, not surprised.

“Please. Every hunter knows who you boys are,” you tell him.

You find that its easy to talk to Dean. Soon, it seems that he’s told you everything about his past and you’ve told him everything about yours. You even tell him the real reason you got into hunting - the death of your little brother. The two of you sit and talk and drink until closing time.

The two of you stand outside, neither of you wanting to leave the other.

Maybe its the alcohol or maybe you really do like him, but whatever the reason, you decide to kiss him.

You intended for it to be a quick kiss, but Dean catches you, putting one hand on the back if your neck, his fingers catching your hair.

After a moment, the two of you break apart. “Come back to my motel room,” Dean says. It almost sounds like he’s begging you.

You shake your head. “But you can come with me. I’m renting a beach condo. I promise its nicer than your rinky dink motel room.”

Dean smiles and moves to kiss you again.

“On one condition,” you add.

“And what might that be, (Y/N)?” He asks.

“You help me make breakfast.”

“Deal.” He kisses you again, pressings his hand to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.

“C'mon. Let’s take this elsewhere,” you say with a smile.

And the next morning, you wake up wrapped in his arms. He’s running his fingers through your hair.

“Honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure you’d stay,” you murmur.

“Well, (Y/N), certainly captured me,” he tells you. “I didn’t want to leave.”

And that was how you started dating Dean Winchester.