cas goes shopping

day 2 of @johnweek. i tried to grow him up but it didn’t work (but he’s transparent)


fleurs sauvages (1.7k, pg-13)

Wherein Cas falls in love with flowers and Dean falls in love with Cas.

When all is said and done, when it’s as over as it’s gonna get for them, Cas fills the bunker with plants.

It starts off small—just a potted columbine on the table in the library—but when Cas tells Dean later that, “It symbolizes faithlessness,” in a sad sort of voice it makes Dean want to tear down the world just to put things right.

He’s starting to learn that maybe that isn’t possible though, that maybe Cas is okay with being practically human again. Not many people would be all right with giving up practically everything they are to save Dean, but Dean thinks that if there was someone then that person would be Cas. Cas eats and sleeps again now but he laughs too and smiles and watches movies. And Cas is so important, having him here is so vital, that Dean looks at the flowers and says, “Huh. It’s… nice. Very purple.” And Cas looks at him like he knows Dean’s talking a load of bullshit but he appreciates the effort anyway.

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Request- Hi this is my first Castiel request. :can you do one where Cas goes shopping for a ring and proposes to you in the middle of the bunker

A/N- I really like this one. Tell me what you think! x)

Cas x Reader

Word Count- 1178

Castiel’s eye were intensely boring into a ring he was presented. Sure it looked beautiful but, it just wasn’t what he was looking for. What was he looking for? A perfect ring. A ring for who? Well you of course. Cas and you have been dating for a while now and he wanted to take it a step further. Although he was an angel, he wanted to go with the human custom of marriage. So here he is, looking for the perfect ring.

Now, Castiel didn’t exactly know what ring he was looking for, it just had to be perfect. See, Cas believed that once he saw the perfect ring, he’d just know. Just like the time he met you. He didn’t know much about you yet he already knew you were the one for him. It was a strange feeling, but it was the greatest strange feeling he’s ever received.

“If I go forge myself a jewel, will you be able to make it into a ring?” Cas asked the clerk.

“Erm- Yes we can do that, but sir. Forging a diamond is no easy task. It would be nearly impossible for a human to do it.” he chuckled.

“Right.” Dean said, grabbing Castiel’s shoulders and pulling him away from the clerk. “Hey uh- Cas, buddy, just pick a ring. I’m pretty sure Y/N won’t care what it looks like.” he whispered.

“I know Dean… but- but I still want it to be the right one.” Cas sighed.

“Alright then. Let’s keep looking. I don’t think Sam can keep Y/N busy for long.” Dean explained.

You’d probably be asking Sam why Dean was gone, and since Cas had promised to drop in early that morning, you’d get suspicious.

Cas nodded and continued to look through the rings. Each one looked the same to him. They each lacked, something. Cas couldn’t really place it but they were all missing something.

The jeweler saw that look in Cas’ eyes, the one where he thought he’d never find what he was looking for. He sighed and leaned in towards the two men, “I do have some rings in the back. They aren’t supposed to go on sale until next month. There was one, which we call, a defect. It wasn’t properly manufactured and has a few… flaws. I for one, believe it looks more beautiful. Here, I’ll let you see for yourself.” he said as he walked off.

Dean and Cas shared a weird look but by the time they looked up again the man was already on his way back. He opened the small red box, exposing the dark silver ring. The diamond in the middle was surrounded by decoratives that made it look like a rose, with pedals and leaves.

“I don’t see anything wrong with it.” Dean says.

“The flaws are in the leaves.” said the jeweler as he pointed at them.

“Those are leaves?” Dean questioned.

“Exactly. They don’t look at all like leaves. They look more like-” he started.

“Wings,” Cas sighed in amazement. This was it. This was the ring he’d long sought for. “I’d like this one.”

The jeweler smile, “I thought so.”

“Can I also ask for it to be engraved?” Cas asked.

“Of course sir. What would you like?” the man took out a piece of paper and a pen. Castiel took it from him and wrote what he wanted. The man looked at the figures curiously, thinking it was a language he’d never seen before. “These letters are beautiful.” he whispered. He was so entranced by the intricate letters that he had forgotten to ask what they meant. “I’ll have it done as soon as possible. May I have your phone number so I can call you once it’s finished.” Cas happily nodded, giving him his cellphone number.

With that Dean and Cas returned to the bunker.

“Hey Cas!” you say as you walk into the library.

“Hello Y/N!” Cas smiled brightly. He walked to you and gave you a big warm hug.

You chuckled, “What did you two do, that you’re so happy?” you ask, hugging him back.

“You’ll see tomorrow.” he let slip.

“What happens tomorrow?” you inquire.

Dean sighed, “You see. You spoiled the surprise. I told Cas about this place where they make the best pie. He wanted to get you some but they ran out. Sorry Y/N you’re gonna have to wait.”

“Oh. Cool.” you smile.

The next day~

“What’re we doing today?” you ask. “And where’s Dean? Did he go with Cas again?”

Sam continued to type away in his computer, “I don’t know. Something about pie or something.” he said.

“Oh right.” you say almost to yourself, “I forgot all about that.” you sigh.

“What’s with the face?” he asked.

“Hm? Oh uh,” you blush slightly, “I just kinda miss him… I didn’t get to see him all that much yesterday”

Sam chuckled, “You really love him huh?’

You picture Cas in your head, his smile, his eyes, just everything about him and you smile, “I really do.” you answer.

As if on cue, Dean and Cas arrive. Cas had a huge smile on his face and he immediately walked over to you. He just could hold himself back.

“Y/N,” he whispered lovingly.

Hearing his voice, you smile, and turn toward him. You stood up and walked over to hug him. In your excitement you didn’t notice Sam and Dean holding up their phones, recording the whole situation.

“Cas!” you beam.

But before you got to him, he got down on one knee. You gasped.

“Y/N… Will- Will you marry me?” he asked. He was so excited that he had forgotten he was nervous.

You stared at him in disbelief. ‘Holy crap is this really happening?’ you thought. Even the ring itself was mind-blowingly beautiful. When you saw he was waiting for an answer, you vigorously nodded. “Y-Yes!” you shouted.

He happily slid the ring on your finger and you hugged him like never before. Kissing him several times out of sheer happiness.

“I love you.” he whispered.

“I love you too.” you whispered back.

Then you both heard a sound. Looking over you see both Sam and Dean still holding up their phones, and they were pointed at the two of you.

“That’s a wrap,” Dean said with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, but still smiled. Nothing could ruin this moment.

“Oh, what was it that you had engraved on it?” Dean asked curiously.

You looked at Cas and then at the ring. Sure enough there were marks on it. You knew it was Enochian.

“What does it say?” you inquire.

Cas smiles. “It says that you are wonderful. That I love you. That this, what we have, what we feel, will last forever.”

You looked surprised, “It says all that?” you question.

He chuckled, “It says soulmate.” he admitted.

You looked up to him, tears of happiness wanting to fall. You buried you face in his chest, “Soulmate.” you repeated, your smile wider, and your heart happier than ever before.

Hope you liked it! x)

Dean has never been interested in fashion or shopping at all. Why should he buy new shirts when he already has perfectly good shirts in his closet? He won’t go close to a clothing store unless he really has to, and now Sam is making him go buy a new shirt because apparently any of the ones he already has isn’t nice enough for Dean’s niece’s first birthday party.

Suddenly fashion and shopping becomes very interesting when Dean meets Castiel, the cute and pretty damn hot guy who works at the clothing store. Castiel helps Dean pick a shirt and maybe Dean gets a little too excited when Cas helps him try the shirt on, pulling the sleeves and smoothing the fabric to fit perfectly over Dean’s broad shoulders. It doesn’t hurt either when Castiel tells Dean how good he looks in the shirt.

Dean becomes a regular at the store because hey, everyone needs clothes, right? The short moments spent chatting and joking with Cas quickly become the highlight of Dean’s week and he thinks he is addicted to that smile and those blue eyes. Cas’s co-workers seem to know the real reason Dean keeps coming back since every time Dean walks in one of them goes get Cas to help him.

In just two months Dean spends more money on clothes than he has in the last three years in total but it’s all totally worth it when he gets to see Cas every time he goes shopping. For all that time Dean tries to gather courage to ask the guy out but he chickens out of it every single time.

Once again Dean is at the store and Cas is helping him pick out the perfect pair of jeans. Dean blushes when Cas tells him that his ass looks amazing in the third pair he is trying on.

“You know Dean, those jeans combined with the dark green plaid shirt and the leather jacket you bought two weeks ago would make a perfect date outfit. Casual but stylish.” Cas says casually as Dean turns in front of the mirror. Dean stops and looks up at him.

“Huh? I’m… I’m not going on any dates.” Dean answers confused and it comes out more like a question.

“You sure? The store closes at four on Saturday and I’d really love to try out that new restaurant in town.” Cas says with a small smile and it takes Dean a second to realize what Cas means.

“Oh. Oh! Well um… If I pick you up from here then?” Dean asks and Cas’s smiled widens.

“That sounds perfect, I’m looking forward to it. So, you’ll take them?” Cas smiles and nods down to the jean’s Dean is still wearing.

“Yeah, you were right. My ass does look amazing in these.”


cas goes shopping. no lie, this is like one of my favorite scenes from the entire show now. 

Cas arrives unannounced following his supply run

“Hello, Dean.”

Dean’s hands fly up, his back to the angel as he shuffles to put himself in order and stow the magazine out of sight.

“I see you got the supplies I picked up for you.”

That slight smile Dean finds so amusing finds it’s way to the angel’s face. That hint of pride, the old Cas who doesn’t understand boundaries beams through, he thinks he has done something right this time.

“Cas, really?”

Dean turns around, shifting to hide any remaining evidence of his recent activities with the “supplies.”

“I didn’t mean to interrupt your gentlemen time, I just wanted to make sure you had everything you needed. If there was anything else I could get to make you more comfortable." 

"Gentlemen time?”

Dean’s eyebrow raised so high Cas knew this was not the right thing to say.

“Whatever it is you like to call it… masturbation, that is.”

“I don’t call it anything, and neither do you.”

The hunter’s ears were beginning to redden, and that was definitely his annoyed voice.

“I will leave you to it then.”

He didn’t really have anywhere to go, so he teleported himself to the other side of the door, just for the sake of saving Dean from what Cas feared was another awkward encounter. Maybe it wasn’t the best plan to check in, but at least he had gotten one thing right; Dean still liked his Busty Asian Beauties.

Cas goes shopping one day and returns to the bunker with everything he needs to replace Sam’s bed. 

He’ll leave the walls alone and he won’t say anything about the storage boxes still in the room. He won’t push Sam to decorate or put up any mementos he may have.

But a bed should be comfortable. It should be a place Sam is happy to go to, happy to find himself in, an inviting place for Sam to rest his head.

So Cas buys a new mattress, nothing too fancy, but new and soft and meant for the bad back he knows Sam has. He adds new sheets, soft and a light, pale blue that he thinks Sam likes, and several blankets, all incredibly soft and warm, and several pillows so Sam can choose his favorites and arrange them any way he likes.

When it’s all done, Cas tries not to think nest–he’s an angel, dammit, not a bird–but he does feel some pride over the place he has created for him and Sam and, although Sam grumbles a bit after thanking Cas–mostly over it being a waste of money, unnecessary–Cas knows he has done a good thing for the man he loves, as evidenced by the increased number of hours he is able to hold Sam while he sleeps.