multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent.. finished. *aka i just got tired of looking at it* seraph!cas in all his nebulous glory~ holding …who knows? is that a certain green eyed grasshopper’s soul?
Drabble Request by @starswirlblitz:Dean x angel!reader? In which dean plays with her wings and it
fluffish/steamy cause she’s ticklish but also has a sensitive spot that makes
her squeal sometimes? I hope that’s okay?
A/N: So… this didn’t really turn out as a drabble… I kinda woke up at 3 in the morning and had this itch to write this one and couldn’t go back to sleep until it was out of my head and that’s how you got a full-length oneshot out of this! Also, I just had to write Dean’s POV in first person. It wouldn’t work any other way. I think this is the first time I’ve posted anything in first person on this blog. I hope you like it!
You hoped you never got used to this. You wanted every time
to feel just like the first time. Maybe it was that it was a human act, or maybe
it was just Dean. Either way, you would never change a thing about any of these
Back when Castiel invited you along to help with the
Winchesters, you never dreamed that Dean would ever look at you as more than
Castiel’s little sister. You hadn’t known that you even wanted him to see you
as anything but an angel. Yet here you were, laying on top of him, feeling the rigid muscles of his body
move beneath yours. Bonding with your vessel and becoming one as Castiel had
with Jimmy had opened so many doors and opportunities for human feeling and
It was those very feelings and emotions that you been raised
to believe were weaknesses that you couldn’t get enough of now.
Dean’s lips captured yours in a breathtaking kiss. He always
had this effect over you. As soon as he pulled you into his room and locked the
door behind him, you were right on top of him. Vessels may contain your true
form, but it just added to the anticipation and intensity as you were forced to
slowly explore each new touch. Some angels saw humanity as a curse, but they
Even when your mind wasn’t clouded with Dean’s fingers
digging into your skin and his tongue tracing the seam of your lip, you still
saw the deliberate beauty of humanity.
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Wing Kink, Wingfic, Frottage, Wing Grooming, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Friends to Lovers Summary:
Cas exhaled. “When an angel’s wings are injured,” he said to his feet, “the healing process can be augmented by… grooming, I suppose, would be the most accurate word. Removal of the maimed feathers to allow growth of healthy ones. Otherwise, they’re left to fall out alone.” He tilted his head towards the nightstand. “As you see.”
Dean stared at him. “So… that’s why I can’t help?” he said slowly. “‘Cause I can’t, y'know… see 'em? Or touch 'em?”
“Yes,” Cas said, slightly too quickly, and Dean snorted.
“You’re still a shitty liar, Cas,” he informed him. “What ain’t you tellin’ me?”
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shameless self-promotion because this story is approaching 2k kudos which baffles and delights and amazes me. i think it’s kind of pretty though, so if you like it, i dunno, like it. reblogs would be cool too <3
A/N: This is my 300 follower celebration fic. It took me 12 years to write it. But it’s done. I did it. <3
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Warnings: It’s angsty. there’s some language, and some bloody stuff, and yeah.. it’s a trip
Word Count: 6.3k
(Gif not mine)
You had been with the Winchesters for a long time now, you’d been with them through everything. You were with Dean when their dad went on a hunting trip, and hadn’t been back for a few days. You were with there with them when John died. You were with Sam when Dean was sent to hell; the first time. You were there when Castiel raised Dean from perdition. You stayed in contact with Dean the year Sam was gone, in the cage with Lucifer and Michael; or rather, here on Earth, with no soul. You went with Sam when Castiel and Dean were in purgatory. Though you didn’t share blood, you were their sister; and like a late father-figure once told you, family don’t end with blood.