So, these awesome gals @frenchybell and @chelsea072498 are hosting a prompt challenge. I couldn’t decide which 2 to choose, so I chose 58 of them! This doesn’t count for the challenge though, it was just pure fun!
Summary: Dean and you are getting married, but a devilish little angel decides to throw a bachelor party with strippers, and no one tells you. What happens next? Read to find out! (In this story, Charlie and Gabe are still alive.)
Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Crowley, Gabriel, Rowena, Charlie, various strippers, and a bouncer.
Warnings: Cussing, strippers, implied unprotected sex. That’s really all I got.
“This is awesome, right? I’m the bestest best man there ever
Dean glances around the room and shakes his head. Castiel
had dragged him to a strip club. Of course, it was his bachelor party, and
strips clubs were a given. “I’ll admit, it’s not bad. Better than staying at
home and researching, I guess.”
“You know you wanted to come have one last hoorah with us,
don’t pretend otherwise.” Cas slurs, slinging an arm around his shoulders.
“God, Cas, you’re
really drunk right now.”Dean
says with a laugh, helping ease his buddy onto a bar stool.
“No, you’re just
really blurry. Actually, everything is blurry. Maybe I should sit down.”
“You already are. Take it easy, okay? Maybe no more drinking
for a while.”
Dean continues walking through the club, looking for his
brother. “Crowley, you seen Sam?”
“He was still at the bunker last I heard. Something about
his hair not sitting right.” Crowley turns his attention back to the busty
stripper gyrating on his lap. “I can’t believe Y/N gave you permission to come
here tonight. That leash she’s got you on is pretty tight.”
“What? I’m not on any leash!”
“That’s right! And for your FYI, Dean didn’t ask for her
permission.” Cas appears from behind Dean, another beer in hand.
“Exactly, I didn’t ask for- wait, Cas, you said YOU asked
for her permission before setting this up!”
“I did? Oops.” Cas lets out a belch and downs his beer
before throwing it on the ground.
“That’s a no-no baby bro.” Gabriel snaps his fingers and the
broken glass disappears.
“Oops? OOPS? Y/N is going to kill me! How did I let you talk me in this? How the hell am I going to explain
this to her? She’ll probably call off this whole thing!”
Crowley chuckles from his table. “There won’t be a wedding
anyway, so why worry?”
Dean glares at him. “Just what the hell is that supposed to
“It means Y/N is too good for you. Hell, she’s so out of your league, you might not
be playing the same sport.” Crowley replies, slapping the stripper on the
bottom. “Don’t give me that look, Squirrel. Just stating a fact.”
“Why exactly did you invite Crowley again?” he asks, turning
to Cas, who is barely holding himself up.
Gabe claps Dean on the shoulder. “Oh, come on now Dean. Demons come and go, except Crowley. We
can’t get rid of him no matter what we try.”
“Careful feather brain. You’re
one insult away from starting a war.” Crowley warns, sticking a 20 into the
Dean feels his phone vibrate and fishes it out of his
pocket. There’s a text from you.
Girl’s night out was
bust. Rowena is a mean drunk. Hope you have fun, I’m heading home. Love you.
“Is that Y/N?” Gabe asks.
“Yeah, girl’s night didn’t end so well, she’s heading home.”
“Wait, isn’t Sam still there?”
“Yeah, but he won’t say anything. I’ll explain it all to her
in the morning and hope she doesn’t kill me.”
“Um, maybe, just maybe, someone told Rowena we were heading
to a strip club?” Gabe says sheepishly, looking down at his feet.
“What? Why would you tell her? She’s going to tell Y/N, and
she’ll come kill us all!” Crowley screeches.
She’s my boo thang. I tell her everything.”
“Your what?” Crowley spits out, looks disgusting. “Look
feathers, if you know me, you’ll never
say that word again in reference to my mother. She is most certainly NOT
your boo thang.”
“Oh yes she is. And she LOVES it when I call her that.
Especially in the sack.” Gabriel retorts.
Crowley’s face turns 50 shades of red. “I’ll kill you!”
“Darlin’ I’m already
dead. And reborn. About 20 times now. I rise from the ashes like a Phoenix.
Every time, in fact. So do your worst.”
“Guys, calm down.” Dean interjects. “This is supposed to be
a party, remember? At least until Y/N gets here and we all die.”
“She’ll never find out, I’m on it.” Gabe takes out his phone
and sends a quick text.
“How can you be so nice to him when he’s out copping a feel
of some trashy bleach blonde?” Rowena demands from the back seat.
“What? Cas told me they’re going bowling and grabbing a few
“Please. If you believe that, you’re an idiot. They’re at a
strip club, Gabe told me so himself.” Rowena replies.
“You’re completely sure?” Your hands grip the steering
wheel. Since you and Dean had gotten engaged, you’d had a deal. He could still
stop in at the occasional strip club, but only after clearing it with you
“Maybe you should take a deep breath.” Charlie says, eyes
wide as she reaches behind her for her seat belt.
“Charlie, text Sam and find out where they are.” You say
through gritted teeth. “I’m going to kill them.”
When you arrive at the bunker, you stalk through the
kitchen. “Anyone here?”
“Just me.” Sam says meekly, peeking in from the hallway.
“Sam, where the hell is my fiancé? And why aren’t you
answering our texts?” you demand, crossing your arms.
“I, uh, I lost my phone.” He stammers.
“Wanna try that again?”
“I really did! I left
my phone in the morgue! Just cause you two are getting married in a few
days doesn’t mean we get to stop working ya know.”
“Sam, you TEXT me 2 hours ago to see if I had any hair gel.”
You remind him. “Give me your phone. They’ll answer for you.”
“I hid it. And you’ll
never find it, so don’t bother looking.” He says, trying to look mean.
“It’s in your shirt pocket Sam, I can see it from here. Hand
it over. Don’t make me hurt you.”
Sam sighs in defeat. “Fine. But calm down. None of us did
this to make you mad, I promise.”
You snatch his phone from his hands and scroll through his
messages. Gabriel was the last one to text him.
Hey man, Y/N’s on her
If you run into her,
keep your lips zipped.
Cas forgot to ask her
if this was okay.
Before that was a message with the address of the club.
“Let’s go Sam.” You say, handing him back his phone.
“I’m going too.”
Rowena calls from across the room, she’s spread out on the kitchen
table, a bottle of scotch in her hand. “I want to see my boo thang.”
You and Charlie exchanges glances. “Boo thang?” you mouth and she shrugs her shoulders.
“Fine, Rowena, you can tag along. Let’s go. Charlie, you
“Me? Of course. Wouldn’t miss this for the world.” She says
with a grin.
Back at the club, Dean is fielding requests from strippers
for lap dances. “No, thank you though. My fiancé is on her way and I’d rather
her see me hiding in the corner than getting a dance.”
“Oh come on man!” Gabriel says, exasperated. “She’s going to
drag your ass out of here the second she gets here; might as well have some fun
first. Get at least one dance before she chains you to her side!”
Dean sighs. “One dance and I’m leaving, whether she’s here
or not. I don’t want to be on her bad side.”
Dean flops down into a chair at Crowley’s table, barely
taking notice of the shapely blonde shaking her ass in front of him. He smiles
and nods when appropriate, but his mind is on you the entire time. It had been
like this since he’d met you. Every other girl paled in comparison. That’s why
he was marrying you, because no other girl made him feel the way you did. It
was something incredible.
Dean is completely lost in his thoughts when you stroll into
the bar. “I need a drink!” Rowena declares, and you and Charlie help her to the
bar. You plop her down on a barstool and motion to the bartender. Your eyes
glance around the room. There are men all over the place, drooling and oogling
at the dancers. “Geez, who left the bag
of idiots open?” you say under your breath. Then you spot your idiot a few
Dean is sitting at a table with Crowley, Cas, and Gabe, and
a beautiful blonde girl is sitting on his lap, shaking her breasts in his face.
You turn to Charlie. “Excuse
me; I have to go make a scene.” You make your way across the smoke-filled
club to where the guys are sitting.
“Oh, shit. It’s about to go down.” Charlie whispers to
Rowena. They both stand up and quickly follow after you.
You stand a few feet away from Dean, watching him watch the
blonde. He slips some money into the side of her thong and your temper flares.
You clear your throat.
Dean’s whole body goes tense. He slowly turns and faces you.
“Oh, hi sweetie! I was just telling this girl how we’re getting married in a
few days and that I love you so much.”
“Right…” you respond sarcastically.
“Um, how long have
you been standing there?” he asks, looking nervous.
“Longer than you’d
like.” You snap.
The stripper reaches out and pulls Dean’s head back to face
her. “Come on sugar, we’re having a good time, right?” She sticks her boobs in
“Keep doing that and
you’ll be sorry.” You hiss at her, and she stands up, motioning for the
He comes over and places a hand on your shoulder. “Come on
now, time to leave. You’re making a scene.”
You turn your head and stare at him, your eyes flashing. “Remove your hand or I’ll rip it off and
beat you with it.” You tell him, your voice low and deadly. The bouncer’s
“Just doing my job.” He says, looking a little scared.
“We’re fine here. Go do your job somewhere else.”
He nods, and quickly walks back to the exit, resuming his
post. You turn back to the table, where
Dean and the guys are trying to sputter out excuses.
The stripper cocks her head, looking curious. “Why are they all afraid of you?”
You smile at her. “Because I’m monster.” You say, knowing
she’s too drunk to remember this conversation later.
“We’re all monsters.” She replies.
“No, you don’t
understand, once a month I turn into a raging monster.”
“Isn’t that part of
your normal bodily function?”
“Not the one you’re
She flashes you another drunken smile. “Okay then. Can I go
now, or do you want a dance?”
“I’m fine, thanks.” You reply. Deans stands up and reaches
out, pushing your hair from your face.
“You here to finish
me off, sweetheart?” he asks in a low voice. “I’m really sorry about this.
Cas said he asked you and you were okay with it.”
“You know, I would have been okay with this if someone had
just told me about it. But, no one asked
me! I’m going to be your wife in less than a week Dean. You have to let me
know if some stripper is going to gyrating on you while you shove your face in
“I know, I’m sorry. I really thought Cas had got your
“I’m a grown ass man, I don’t need permission! And since when is Dean your bitch?” Cas
“Oh sweetie, that liquid courage is going to get your ass
kicked.” You say with a sly smile.
His eyes widen and he quickly looks down at his beer bottle,
fiddling with the label. “Wow, somebody
needs a happy meal.” he mumbles under his breath.
“So what, you want to punish me?” Dean asks, giving you a
sexy smirk. His hand strokes your arm. You know I’m your slave. I’ll let you
whip me if I misbehave.” He says in a low voice, echoing the song booming
through the speakers.
“Don’t quote Justin
Timberlake songs to me.” You snap, but a smile twitches at the corner of
your lips. Just then, a dancer approaches the table, cocking a questioning
eyebrow. You growl at her and she turns and flees in the opposite direction.
“Would you stop doing
that that? You’re scaring people.” Gabriel says, shaking his head at you.
“And the rest of you! You all knew and tried to keep this
from me. You call yourself my friends, what kind of friends do that to each
other?” They all hang their heads except for Crowley.
“Uh-huh, no thanks. I’ll pass on the guilt trip. Keep your morals away from me.”
“Crowley gets a pass because Gabe is doing him mom. The rest
of you, I’m very disappointed in.”
“Come on baby, let’s go.” Dean says. You turn to leave, but
suddenly Gabriel calls out “You know Y/N, you could climb up there for old
“Oh shit, no he didn’t.” Charlie whispers to Rowena.
You turn back slowly. “What did you just say to me?”
“I’m just saying, you use to shake it better than any other
girl I knew. I bet you still got it.” He says with a wink.
“Those days are way behind me. Elvis left that building a long time ago. And besides, I’m about to
be a married woman. I seriously doubt my future husband wants to see me on a
“Well, actually-” Dean says and you jerk your head up to
“You’re into that kind of thing?” you ask in a low voice,
and he gives a little nod.
“Well, yeah, kinda. I gotta admit, it’s be pretty hot seeing
you up there.”
“Absolutely not. I’ve put all that behind me. You got to let go of what you can, and I let go of
all that years ago. Probably couldn’t even do a complete spin on that bad boy.”
You say, gesturing to the pole.
“You’ll never know if
you don’t try.” Gabe teases.
You narrow your eyes. “Did
you just dare me?”
“Oh honey, did nobody teach you? Don’t play games with a girl who can play ‘em better.”
“You know what? Let’s
make a bet out if it. If you can’t make it through a whole song without
falling, then at your wedding, I’m in charge of the music. And if you win-”
“You’ll send us to Hawaii for our honeymoon. 5 star suite
right on the beach. And I don’t have to take my clothes off. You can juju me a
costume up.” You interrupt.
“You got a deal.” You say with determination.
“Babe, are you sure? You don’t have to do this. We can go
home, open that wine you like and watch TV.” Dean says into your ear.
“Oh, no, I’m sure about this. Gabe, my music!”
Gabriel snaps his fingers and you’re suddenly dressed in a
white crop top and skin tight black shorts. I’m
in Love with a Stripper plays on the speakers. Dean’s hands grip your waist
and he lifts you onto the stage.
You approach the pole slowly, swaying your hips
provocatively. Charlie and Rowena stand by the stage, cheering you on. The guys
sit at the table, all their eyes on you. You grip the pole with one hand, and
lift your feet off the floor, then use your other hand to balance yourself
against it. You slowly climb to the top, shimming your breasts as you do so.
Dean is watching your, his eyes shining with excitement.
Sam and Cas are grinning like idiots, Crowley is too busy
with the same brunette to even notice what’s going on. Gabe is watching you
with smirk. You wink at him, then lock your leg around the pole, gripping it
tightly. You spin in circles all the way down, less than a foot from the ground
when you catch yourself. You lean up and grip the pole, flipping yourself back
onto the floor effortlessly.
Deans lets out an appreciative whistle. Sam is on his feet
clapping for you. You glance over at Charlie and Rowena. Rowena is trying to
throw money on the stage, but Charlie is holding her back. You can’t help but
You do another lazy spin around the pole, then lift your
feet again, using your arms to spin several times. When you get light-headed,
you drop to your feet and squat, sticking out your ass and shaking it.
“That’s my fiancé up there!” Dean yells out proudly. You
climb to the top of the pole as the song starts to end, preparing for your
signature move. It’s pretty dangerous, and you aren’t sure if you’re going to
pull it off, but you’re damn sure going to try.
It dawns on Gabriel what you’re about to do and you see shock spread
across his face.
“Wait, you win!” Gabe yells out, rushing toward the stage.
You ignore him, lock one leg around the pole and drop.
Charlie screams and Rowena falls backward. You here everyone gasp as you fall.
At the last possible second, you tighten your leg and stop mere inches off the
floor. You smile triumphantly.
Flipping upward, you touch your feet to the ground and then
stoop into a low bow. Dean approaches the stage to help you down. “Baby, that was
amazing. You were awesome up there. I’m surrounded by my friends and rocking a
hard-on you wouldn’t believe. It’s very confusing.” He whispers in your ear.
His gaze on you is hot and intense.
You burst out laughing. “Babe,
if I had a nickel for every time you looked at me like that and I got laid,
I’d be able to fund our honeymoon on my own and put our future kids through
You both walk to the table where everyone is waiting. The
guys congratulate you and Sam offers you a beer. You accept gratefully. You’re
parched after your dance. You glance around and notice that Rowena is nowhere
to be seen.
“Crowley, where’s your mother?” you ask.
“What?” he looks up from the stripper’s chest and glances
around the room. “Damn that ginger bitch, I bet she’s off with that feathery
You hurry toward the bar. “Have you seen an older woman and
a guy with brown hair together? She was wearing a green dress.”
“The red head?” the bartender asks and you nod. “Her and
that guy rented out one of the back rooms about 10 minutes ago.”
“Oh shit.” You turn to stop Crowley, but he’s already
rushing toward the back of the club.
“What’s going on?” Dean asks, looking confused.
“Just follow me.” You reply, and hurry after Crowley. You’re
too late. He’s already yanked open the door to one of the rooms. There lie
Rowena and Gabe on the floor, completely nude.
“Can I not have one
normal frikken day?” Crowley screams at them.
“Dude, rude.” Gabe snaps his fingers and a sheet covers
their bodies. “Something on your mind sport?”
Crowley turns bright red. “I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you speak to me,
“Calm down Fergus. This is none of your concern.” Rowena
says, attempting to soothe him.
“None of my concern? None of my concern! You’re screwing an
angel that I happen to loathe, and you tell me it’s none of my concern.”
“Mind your tone with your Mother, son.” Gabe says.
“I’ll never be you son, you feathered moron! I’ll kill you
first. You think you’re something special because you’re got wings and a halo?
You’re trash. You’re not fit for my mother, and she’s a slut!”
Gabe’s eyes narrow. “You know son, I love it when someone insults me. It means I don’t have to play nice
anymore.” He raises his hand to snap his fingers. Oh shit.
“Boo thang, this is
not the most comfortable position you’ve ever had me in.” Rowena says
quickly. “Perhaps you can snap me on some clothes so I can talk to Fergus in
“Don’t bother Mother. I’m done with this. I’m done with you.”
Crowley turns and walks for the exit.
“I’ve got this.” You say, and run after him.
“Crowley, stop it. You don’t mean that.”
“I absolutely do! I’m sick of her making everything about
her. Tonight won’t be known as Dean’s bachelor party, or even the night you
were convinced to get on a pole! It’ll be the night we caught her with an angel
in a back room. She’s the biggest attention whore I’ve ever known!”
You suddenly realize what the problem is. It’s not that
Gabriel is doing his mother, it’s that his mother is starting a new
“Aw, Crowley. Jealously
suits you, do you know that? You’re adorable right now.”
“Excuse me? I am not jealous of anyone. I’m the blood King
of Hell! I don’t get jealous.”
“Oh come on Crowley, it reads like a textbook. Mom starts
dating someone new and the son gets jealous that he’s not the center of
attention. Don’t tell me you’ve never
heard of this before.”
“That’s the farthest from the truth. I just don’t like that
man with my mother. Touching her. Kissing her. Caressing her.” His lips form a
pout. “She’s my Mommy, okay! I should be the only one that gets to touch her!”
You blink up at him, a little disgusted. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but I
bet it’s hard to pronounce. Look Crowley, there’s doubt when it comes to how much you love anyone other than
yourself. It’s just a fact. But if you’re upset about this because you
genuinely care about Rowena and her happiness, you need to tell her. Make
amends and get a happy ending, all that jazz.”
“The stars don’t line
up for everyone sweetheart. Certainly not my mother and I. I want nothing
more than to be a good son to her, I’m just too proud and too angry to admit
it. Don’t tell anyone I said that.”
“This stays between us. Come back inside, okay? I’ll make
sure Gabe minds his manners, I promise.” To Crowley’s surprise, you step forward
and give him a quick hug.
He follows you back into the bar. Sam approaches you. “Hey,
where you been?”
“Just outside. Where is everybody?” you ask.
“Kinda scattered around I think.”
You see Rowena and Gabe walking towards you from the bar,
arm-in-arm. You’re shocked to see that she’s topless.
“Couldn’t find my shirt and Gabe claims he’s running low on
“Rowena?” you sputter. “Why
are you wearing my bra?”
She looks down. “Oh, that. I borrowed it a few weeks ago. It’s
really pretty, no?”
“And what’s in your
hair?” Sam asks.
“You don’t want to
know.” You interject quickly before Rowena can open her mouth.
“You know what? I’m gonna let this slide. All my friends are
here, everyone’s in a good mood now, I’m going to find my man and dance with
him.” You say with a smile.
As if on cue, Dean appears beside you, wrapping an arm around
your waist and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Miss me?”
“Always.” You pull him on towards the makeshift dance floor.
You both sway to the music, but then you notice a wild movement out of the
corner of your eye. You turn to stare and your mouth drops opens.
“Wait, was that Cas
on the stripper pole?”
“I think it is. Huh,
I didn’t know he could move like that.”
“It’s been a hell of a night.” You say, leaning against him.
“Our friends are exhausting.”
“Can I ask you a dumb
question?” he says suddenly, pulling back to stare down at you.
“Better than anyone I
know.” You reply with a wink.
“This lifestyle, our friends and family, they ARE
exhausting. Do you ever think about leaving everything behind? I know you love
me, but this has to make you crazy sometimes. Do you ever wonder what life
would be like if you hadn’t met us?”
You cock your head to the side and study his face. “Of
course not. I love you, and our family and friends. And our wild lives. I
wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Just asking. Cause you know, once we’re married, you’ll never be free.” he replies,
“Honey, you’re a bad
habit. All of you are. And I can’t quit you because I don’t want to. What
about you? Ever wonder what would have happened if you’d never met the werewolf
stripper and stole her heart?” you tease.
“Never.” He swears with a smile. “I’m so glad that you fell
for me. I’m happier than I’ve ever been.”
“Well, I’m happy to hear that. But for the record, I didn’t fall for you, you tripped me.
Right onto your lap if I recall.”
“Hey, had to get your attention somehow.” He retorts.
“Right. And now you’re stuck with me forever.”
“Yep, I’m stuck with a werewolf stripper for the rest of my
You frown up at him. “I’m
sure that sounded better in your head, but please never say that again.”
He laughs and leans down to kiss you.
Cas runs up to you
both. “Guys, let’s go. I want ice cream with pickles and fudge sauce. Doesn’t
that sound good?”
“Um, whip cream and cherries
are more my thing, but sure Cas, we can go get ice cream.” You reply. “Let’s
round up the posse.”
You all pile into your SUV. Thank God for third row seating. You think to yourself. You and
Dean take the front seats, with Sam, Cas and Crowley in the second row and
Charlie, Rowena, and Gabriel in the back.
“I don’t think any ice cream places are opened right now.
Maybe we could stop at a 24 hour store and just pick up the stuff to make
sundaes at the bunker?” Sam suggests.
“Mm, but not the one on Market Street. Boo thang and I are
banned. Apparently going at it on a conveyor belt is frowned upon.” Gabe calls
from the back of the SUV.
You all turn and gape at him. “You guys, um, you guys, you
had…” Sam stutters.
“You had sex on a
conveyor belt in a grocery store?” Dean chokes out. “What? Like, how did
you even- why?”
“Do not answer any of those questions.” You say, laughing so
hard your sides hurt. “We’ll go to the store on 5th.”
You drive the rest of the way, listening to everyone chatter
cheerfully. Even Crowley laughs at a joke Gabriel tells. When you get to the
store, you turn to Cas and say, “Ten
minutes, kid. You’ve got ten minutes to pick out what you want. I know you,
you’ll be in there for hours if someone doesn’t make you come out”
“I’m going too; I’ll hurry him up. I want butter pecan.”
Rowena says. You watch as she, Cas, Crowley and Sam walk into the store.
“You know Gabe, I think you and Rowena are great together.
You’re a cute couple. And she’s crazy about you. She was gushing about you all
night before we got to the club. I think she’s in love.” You say.
Gabe frowns. “She
doesn’t love me. She’s not that stupid. She knows it’ll never work out
between us as long as Crowley and I don’t get along. I don’t see that fence
getting mended anytime soon.”
“Crowley isn’t that bad, he’s just a little jealous is all.
You need to find a way to include him. Take him to a ball game, maybe out to
dinner with the two of you.”
“You do realize that Crowley is an adult and a demon, not a 10-year-old
boy, right?” Charlie asks.
“It’s the same scenario, no matter the age or the species.
Trust me.” You say confidently.
“I’ll try things your way Y/N, I really will. And maybe
Crowley isn’t that bad. Look, he’s talking to that little boy by the sliding
You turn and see Crowley bent down, conversing with a child
about 12 years old. Suddenly, the boy rears back his leg and kicks him, sending
him to the ground on his knees.
“Did that kid just
kick him in the jewels?” Gabe asks in surprise.
“I’m sure it was nothing.” You reply quickly. Cas and the
rest of the gang emerges from the store and head toward the car.
You cock your head as Crowley as he cups his groin with his
hand. “Don’t ask.” He mumbles.
When you arrive back at the bunker, everyone comes inside
and piles into the kitchen, whipping up their sundaes.
Castiel pulls out a jar of something out of a store bag and
opens it, dumping some onto his ice cream. “Parmesan cheese? Cas are you pregnant?”
He glares at Sam. “It
was an impulse buy. I like cheese.”
You all laugh.
“You know, maybe we should all meet us tomorrow night and
have dinner. I could cook.” Rowena offers.
You swap a look with Charlie. “The last time I said yes to you, a lot of people died.” You tell
“No one died! A few got food poisoning, and mild cases at
that. I can cook, I swear!” she protests.
You shake your head. “Ro, I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t trust your cooking.
Stay out of my kitchen. I mean it.” you warn.
She pouts at you. “You’re so mean. Nothing in this world will ever hurt like what you just said to me.”
You roll your eyes. “Drama queen. I tell you what, next time
we have dinner, you can help make a salad. It should be safe.”
Eh, count me out. I
don’t like salad, or eye contact.” Gabriel says, and you can’t help but
You stare around the room, soaking up the noises and laughter
coming from your friends. Your smile is stretched across your face so tight it
makes your cheeks hurt. A year ago, when you’d met all these clowns and goofballs,
you’ve never suspected they were going to turn your world upside down. Now you
wouldn’t trade them for anything. They
were you whole world. Dean, the love of your life, and sweet Sammy, your
soon-to-be baby brother who you loved like he already was. Crowley, who you’d
come to respect and admire, and who treated you like a princess. His mother
Rowena, who was like a second mother to you, and her new boyfriend Gabriel, the
angel who dared you to be wild and reminded you to live a little. Charlie, your
best friend and Castiel, who always made you laugh.
“Whatcha thinking about sweetheart?” Dean asks, pulling you
against him and pressing a kiss to your hair.
“I’m thinking that I’m so lucky you found me. You guys make
me a better person and you accept me for who I am, werewolf and all. You’re all
“We’re lucky to have you. You keep our heads straight. You’re
definitely the logical one of the group. I love you so much for that, and for
so much more.” Dean tells you. You lean up and kiss him.
“In a few days you’ll be married into this wacky freak show,
you looking forward to it?” he asks with a grins.
You look around the room at all your friends, then back up
at him. “I can’t wait.”
In a world where you find your soulmate through the Matchmaking system, Castiel finds himself hoping to God he gets matched with his best friend… who he also happens to be in love with. However, like any system, the Matchmaking system can be corrupted by those powerful enough, and love can be divided. Castiel is widely sought after due to his wealth and his strikingly good looks. So with people so desperate to have him, and a system that can be so easily manipulated, how is Castiel supposed to find true love?