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Dean being hit by a love spell, and seeing Cas first - and falling for him, magically.

And Sam’s ready to hold his brother back from any embarrassing behaviour, anything he’ll regret later - but Dean handles it like a pro. He keeps his hands to himself - barely pats Cas on the shoulder to say goodnight, barely says a word out of place, as they sit in the bunker and try to figure out how to break the spell. There’s a feeling, sometimes, when Dean looks at Cas… a feeling of something deep moving beneath the surface, of a powerful emotion - but Dean keeps it perfectly in check.

“How are you doing that?” Sam says. “Is it a weak spell?”

Dean, jaw clenched - fire in his blood, burning alive - shakes his head slowly. “It’s strong,” he says. I’ve got practice, he almost adds.

Cas comes to see him that night, late. Dean’s awake, of course, researching in his room, laptop glowing brightly. He jerks his head up sharply when Cas knocks at the door, always alert.

“Cas,” Dean says. “Come in.”

“You’re sure? With the spell, it won’t be too…” Cas pauses, awkward. Dean shakes his head.

“It’s alright,” he says - and then makes the first and only mistake that the spell pushes out of him. “I’m used to it,” he adds.

They both pause. Dean stares at Cas in a kind of paralysed silence - unable to believe that now, now, after all these years of quietness, he has twisted a little of his feelings into words.

“I would ask you how it feels,” Cas says, eventually. He’s standing half-inside the door, tense. “But I believe I know already.”

There’s a moment of utter noiselessness - but to Dean, to Cas, it’s the loudest few seconds of their lives. Understanding crashes into them both; without words, louder than words, with eyes alone, they tell each other everything.

It turns out, the only thing needed to break the spell is a single kiss.

They make sure the spell is completely broken, though, by not leaving it at one.


“Hello?” At first you could hear only static and a slight rustling on the other end of the line. “Cas? …Cas?” You could hear the worry in your own voice.

“H–hello?” You sighed in relief as his deep voice finally rolled out of the speaker.

“Cas,” you said. “I was starting to worry when you weren’t responding. WHat’s up?”

There was a long beat of silence. “Uhh… just, uhh, working–you know, working… around…” The angel shut his eyes and grimaced at what he had just managed to get out.

You raised your eyebrows at his response. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes. Yes, everything is A-okay.” Another grimace. Cas put a hand up to his brow. “I was just calling to see–” He paced anxiously. “I was just calling to ask if–uhh…”

The silence droned for another moment before you heard Cas heave a heavy sigh. “Actually, I–My phone accidentally dialed your number while it was in my pocket…” he admitted. “I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t help but smile and laugh. “Why didn’t you just say that in the first place? There’s no reason to be sorry. It happens to the best of us.”

“I don’t know. I felt… awkward about it.”

You smiled at his bashfulness and bit your bottom lip. “It’s okay.”

“I will admit though,” he said, his voice suddenly a little quiet, “that it is nice to hear your voice.”

Now you were the one feeling bashful…

Dean smiles as his chin bumps up against Cas’s. The angel will do this, sometimes, when it’s about time for Dean to wake up in the morning—crawl right into bed with him fully dressed. Dean wraps a hand around Cas’s waist, pulling him near, smiling when his bare feet bump awkwardly against Cas’s shoes.

Awkward. What a fitting word for the angel that took him by surprise. Everything about their relationship had been awkward. From the first time they’d kissed and Sam walked in on them to the first time they’d “slept” together and Dean had drooled on the still-awake angel during the night.

Cas wraps a hand around Dean now, too, pulling them close enough that the angel’s trench coat buttons dig into the hunter’s stomach. Dean smiles. Cas smiles. And, even if Dean’s arm is falling asleep underneath him and the two of them hit noses when they kiss, dean knows. Knows that every moment they’ve had together since he’d told Cas “I love you,” was perfect.

  • Cas: What is Narnia, Dean?
  • Dean: It's a fictional world Cas. Why do you ask?
  • Cas: Well Sam told me that you were so deep in the closet that you've reached Narnia.
  • Dean:
  • Cas: I don't understand what he meant by that Dean
  • Dean:
  • Cas:
  • Dean:
  • Dean: *awkward laugh* it's nothing buddy. But on a completely different note... have you seen my shotgun anywhere?
Flirting 101

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

Summary: Castiel x Reader: Castiel tries to flirt with the reader, using pick up lines he got from Dean, and failing adorably. 

Word Count: 2062

Triggers: None just fluff

Y/N = Your name 

You’d been pages deep into your research for your ongoing case when Castiel walked through the door. Looking slightly awkward as he stopped short of where you were lounging on the couch. Just like it always did, your heart did that little leap into your throat as your eyes found his shockingly blue ones across the room. And, just like you always did, you played it off with a small friendly smile. Pretending his arrival didn’t throw your whole world out of balance as you forced yourself to stay comfortably as his friend.

“What’s up Cas?” You said, internally patting your own back for your smooth acting as you put the papers down on the coffee table in front of you. If hunting ever failed you as a profession, you could always go ahead and become an actress. You got the whole friendly-and-definitely-not-drooling-at-you act down to a T.

Castiel let his head fall slightly to the side as he looked at you with a mildly confused look. Like a goddamned puppy unable to understand the meaning of your words. His brow furrowed as his eyes left yours to look up at the ceiling of the Men of Letters bunker before returning his piercing gaze right back to you after nothing but a short reprieve.

“We are underground, so a lot of things are up…” Castiel somehow managed to phrase the words as a factual statement and a question at the same time as he looked at you, finally stepping slightly closer to where you were still seated. Though he was still halfway across the room from you. “Is there something in particular I should see?”

“No.. It’s just a greeting… Y’know, never mind. Hi Cas,” Your attempted explanation failed before it even left you as you watched the adorable furrow in Cas’ brow only deepen at your words. Your simple greeting easily bringing a small smile to the lips of the angel before he once more got that pensive, slightly awkward look that he’d had when he entered the bunker library.

“Hello (Y/N). I… I have something I wish to discuss with you. No, I mean ask… I have something to ask you,” The angel in a trench-coat in front of you was fumbling through his words, looking increasingly uncomfortable as he spoke. The way he was acting caused you to automatically sit up a little straighter. Whatever he had that he needed to ask you had to be important if it was causing the usually stoic angel to act so strangely. And in your business, important was usually just a synonym for weird, strange or really fucking bad.

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I want to plan a special night for Y/N, so she can eat food and develop her feelings further for me.”

“Okay, okay, slow down Cas. Sam and I can help you make it a special night.”

Ok but can someone please write a smut about this gif? Like hot damn, I need an angry sex smut written from this 😍😍😍


Title: Dive

Pairing: Female reader x Dean

Theme song: Dive by Ed Sheeran

Summary: Dean’s catching feelings for the reader and needs to be convinced to dive in

A/N: This song just has such quiet bar vibes. 

Word count: 2,000ish

Your name: submit What is this?

The old bartender working the quiet Tuesday afternoon shift had poured Dean another glass of whiskey before he’d even opened his mouth to ask for it. Dean looked up from his hands long enough to give a nod of thanks before pulling the new glass to his lips and taking a sip.

The bartender returned the bottle to its shelf and smiled behind his wiry beard.

“Thought you could use another,” he said, “You’ve got that look.”

“You’re not wrong,” Dean said.  The man waited; Dean said nothing.

“So what is it?” he pressed. “Love? Money?”

“Those the usual culprits?” Dean asked. The bartender kept his smile, waiting. Dean looked down at his glass again and turned it slow in his hands. Pushing away from the counter, the old man grabbed a mostly dirty rag and started away, taking the hint and his leave.

“You let me know if you need another,” he said over his shoulder.

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prompt: “I just want a hug.”
pairing: dean/cas
tags: high school au, bullied!dean, artist!cas, hurt/comfort, 
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He finds Dean outside, under a tree. His legs are pulled up and he’s hugging them, head resting on his knees. Cas can’t tell if he’s crying or not- he would have been, after what had happened. But he’d never seen Dean cry, except for that one time at his mom’s funeral.

Castiel quietly sits down next to his friend. Dean looks up at the sound and the feeling of Castiel’s leg against his, and he definitely cried. His eyes are red and there’s still tears on his face.

“I’m not- I didn’t- I didn’t cry.” He huffs angrily and sniffs.

“I know.”

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anonymous asked:

What I don't get about the whole 'Dean is straight'-thing is that if Dean really is straight, then why do we get one or two scenes each season of Dean checking out men? Because we somehow don't get scenes like that with Sam. Why include those scenes if Dean is 'totally straight'? Anyway, love your blog and your meta :)

Originally posted by hannicia


Stood Up (Castiel x Reader)

Plot: Cas notices a beautiful girl sat by herself and realizes she’s been stood up. To stop her being embarrassed, he goes over and pretends to be her date.

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Warning: Fluff, angst if you squint, sadness, being stood up, Cas being adorable and awkward, Dean being annoying

Word count:1,110

Prompt: “Is ketchup a vegetable?” 

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

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