cas is jealous

The Jealousy’s Evening

for the anon who sent in this amazing prompt, thank you! 

Today wasn’t Castiel’s favorite day. The past few days hadn’t been his favorite day. A lot of things were currently not okay and all he could do was fake a smile and get on with school, with life.
It wasn’t that he was allowed to complain - in the end Dean had never been his in the first place. But seeing him kiss Lisa… it hurt. It hurt seeing them together, so close and happy. 

Of course, Castiel didn’t have any feelings for Dean, he was just upset that he was losing his best friend. They had been close for a long time, stayed over at each other’s houses a lot, slept in the same bed, shared clothes and did everything together. They were inseparable, until Dean started dating Lisa. 

For Castiel it had been out of nowhere when Dean had told him he and Lisa were a thing. At first, he’d just been slightly annoyed, but when days passed he began to realize how much it influenced him and his friendship with Dean. Way more than he wanted to admit. 

He just wanted the old Dean back, spend time with him doing nothing- hang out on the roof and talk about school or Dean’s father being a dick and Gabriel who’d stolen from the candy shop. That was ages ago and Cas was probably never getting that back.

Dean never wanted to hang out and ‘do nothing’, had not once suggested to take a ride with the Impala and watch the sunset while sipping beer as they sat on the hood of the car. The only thing that was the same, were them staying over at each other’s houses, doing homework together and their movie night on Friday. 

At least, Castiel thought.

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Jealous Dean is my kink. I’m telling you, Mick and that other dude have taken a liking to Cas. And Cas looked kind of nervous trying to explain to Dean how Mick and the other one had helped them find sam and him. ‘With a satellite’ lol I love my fave awkward angel. Dean was like 'why the fuck are these assholes here, cas? I still remember that smarmy British asshole gave you his phone number in front of me’

The Art of Giving

The Art of Giving by cenotaphy
Rating: T  
Word count: 10,000
Summary: Amara’s gone, the world didn’t end, Dean didn’t blow up, and he and Cas—well, they’re working it out. It’s the holiday season and everything is looking up. Except Dean should have known he’d mess it up somehow.
Canon-divergent from the end of season 11.

Nothing beats a good old bunker fic where Dean and Cas kinda, finally, maybe get together… and then Dean runs his mouth and they’re not together anymore. Despite the familiar set up, I was totally sucked in by this story and was nodding my head all along - yes, yes, Dean would totally dig himself into such a hole and then would continue to dig himself deeper in just for the sake of it. Misunderstandings, jealousy and communication fail is at the heart of their conflict. It all feels so achingly familiar and believable. And I’m fretting all over again - but will they get together again? I guess you gotta read the fic to find it out.

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Heaven is Hotter Than Hell

Characters: CastielXReader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 1980

A/N: Jealous!Cas with a hint of Dom!Cas for extra spice. Public sex. Adult/NSFW/smut warning!!! A little fluffy, because I don’t know how to write Castiel without the fluff. I am not ashamed of this.

Effervescent laughter rose above all else - the din of bar conversation, the clinking of glass, the sloshing of alcohol, and the classic rock humming on repeat from the jukebox. It needled at the patient reserve of the angel isolated in a dimly lit corner. Castiel’s steel-blue eyes smoldered - fixed on the raven-haired man in a well-fitted suit situated at the bar - lids burdened with disdain.

Bouncing hair flirtatiously tossed, teasingly dragging your lower lip through biting teeth, fingers playing with the lapel of the man’s coat, you exuded virility.

The delighted pitch of your giggle pierced the seraph more painfully than any angel blade could - fuel to the flame, his fiery gaze flared, the wrath directed towards this stranger barely contained in tightly wound muscles primed to snap. Cas observed you dance this dance before – the choreography a festering lesion seared into his memory. Next, you would excuse yourself on some pretext to reapply needless makeup and straighten already perfectly mussed hair. Upon returning, you would whisper something meant only for the stranger’s ears, yet also perceived by angelic ones - an invitation to call it a night and join you in your motel room. The rare evening such as this one, witnessing you escape the rigors of the hunter life into a stranger’s arms, was nearly overwhelming. The angel seethed with envy, longing for those words to be uttered from your honeyed lips - spoken only for him. But you didn’t look at him that way, and never laughed so freely when he spoke.

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The “what is that supposed to mean” was SO JEALOUS THOUGH!!! Dean was all “what do you mean he’s thoughtful and appreciative. IM thoughtful and appreciative! Much more than fucking BENJAMIN cas what the fuck I didn’t actually MEAN those compliments he’s not actually a GOOD guy I’m much better than BENJAMIN how dare you imply I don’t care about and appreciate you Cas who’s this BENJAMIN guy anyway”

First Rule of Fight Club

Title : First Rule of Fight Club

Pairing : Castiel X Reader

Word Count : 3,397

Prompt : You and the boys practice your hand to hand combat all the time to stay fit for each case. But when Dean gets a bit too handsy in training, Castiel takes it upon himself to intervene.  


You blinked as you stumbled backward, raising your arm to your mouth. It came back bloody.

“Let me see.” You tried not to flinch as Dean caught your face gently in his gloved hands.

“What the heck, dude?” Sam called from the sideline, ducking under the ropes to get to the pair of you.

“It’s fine…” You mutter, running your tongue along your teeth. They were all still there so you were fine.

“I thought you blocked it.” Dean whispered with a sympathetic hiss, turning your face gently in his hands.

You let out a scoff. “Me too.”

“You really should stop now, Dean.” You tapped at your bloody lips with your glove as Cas spoke up from where he stood close to the door. “You are being too rough.”

“Look, I didn’t do it on purpose.” Dean snapped, shooting Cas a sharp look. You followed Dean’s eyes.

Cas was leaning on the far wall, his body tensed as if the sight of you fighting each other had him on edge. Castiel never partook in the bunker training sessions. He was inclined to sit back and stare. As always. You almost smiled to yourself, despite the pain in your lips. Could you imagine Cas boxing against Dean, or God forbid, Sam? The skinny little guy would get destroyed. Dean was like a train in the ring. You ran your fist along your jawline, flinching at the tenderness. It was going to leave a bruise.

Dean heard you inhale sharply at the touch and he turned back to you, his eyes soft. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You shook your head to clear it, wiping away some blood on your lip. You knew how to take a hit or two. That was the point of training. Bobby always used to say, better to take a fist to the face from one of the boys rather than a thing that’s actually trying to kill you.

You heard Dean sigh beside you. “Look, your stance just needs a little work. You could have blocked that if you had more power behind your arms.”

“I know I know.” You grumbled, shuffling away from him. “I’m tiny and I can’t beat you. You said that before.” You looked up at him, and you saw a flicker of guilt in his eyes and you instantly lowered your head. It wasn’t his fault you couldn’t knock the guy down. It wasn’t your fault he could punch through your block like Rocky. “Sorry.” You mumbled.

Dean shuffled closer to you. “Just try to keep tension in your stomach. Your core is the strongest part of you.”

Before you could react, Dean had his huge hands on both of your hips, steering you into the correct stance in front of him. “Feet shoulder width apart.” You blinked uncomfortably. You didn’t exactly like Dean touching you. You felt heat rush to your face.

You hesitated and your eyes flickered up to the far wall where you knew someone was watching. Castiel stood a few feet away, rigid and still as a statue, his blue eyes fixed on you and Dean as you practiced. You weren’t big on physical touch at all, and this was new, even though you probably should have expected it seeing as it was Dean.

“Lower your butt.” You gulped down a gasp of shock as Dean placed his hand wide on your lower back, pushing you down. You looked straight ahead, feeling blush redden your cheeks. You knew that if you looked around now you would find Castiel’s eyes and you were too embarrassed at the moment to look to anyone, not even Sam.

Dean leaned over you. “Now take a swing.” You swallowed hard as his arm came around and he rested his other palm on your flat stomach, pressing his fingers into your abdomen. “Feel it here.”

It took you an uncomfortable moment of transition to finally take a step and swing. Dean let out a hum of approval as you did. “Good, that was better.” He patted your stomach lightly. “Did you feel the difference there?”

You nodded, a little dizzy. You felt horribly awkward, Dean’s hands were still on your body. You weren’t exactly comfortable. “Yeah.”

“Swing again.” Dean commanded as he steered you around to face the other direction, your back facing Cas. Sam stood in front of you, bouncing lightly as he took a moment to warm his arms up. “Hit Sam.”

“Uh,” You hesitated, unsure.

But Sam gave you an easy smile. “You’re fine, Y/N. Take your time.”

Part of you wanted to turn back to Cas, see what he was thinking, but Dean was right behind you, his hands on your back and abdomen.

You lunged forward, swinging at Sam with your gloved fists.

And that was when two things happened. First, you hit Sam, and he smiled widely, blocking your strengthened blow with a nod of approval. And second, as you lunged forward, you let out a squeak of shock as Dean’s hand slipped lower and he grabbed a handful of your ass. You wheeled around, but Dean was already stepping away, a faint smile on his stupid, handsome face. “Sorry.” He ducked away from you as you instinctively lashed out to kick him, your face bright red. “I didn’t mean to,” Dean was laughing lightly, his eyes pleading yet amused. “I slipped, it was an accident.”

“Yeah right!” You snarled, swinging at him. You punched him in the arm before you turned around to stalk to the side of the mat, your face slowly regaining its normal color. “You’re a jerk!”

“Y/N, I swear that was an accident.” Dean took a step toward you, and you shook your head. As the embarrassment wore off, you kind of just wanted to punch him. But this was Dean, and you were kind of used to it by now.

“Maybe we should call it a day, guys.” Sam offered, his face slightly pink. He shot Dean a glare, as if he was scolding him for ruining a perfectly mature training session, but he didn’t say a word.

“Fine.” You muttered, feeling your jaw. “I need to shower anyway—”


The three of you turned at the voice behind you.

Cas was standing, moving towards you, shaking of his trench-coat as he moved. He tossed it on the floor, his eyes hard and cold, fixed on Dean. You swallowed hard as he moved past you to face the older Winchester brother, leaving the scent of his aftershave in his wake. He loosened his tie and pulled it free with a sharp jerk, and tossing it away before he met Dean’s eyes.

“I want to practice.”

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“You can’t ask Y/N out, you jerk! You lost fair and square,”

“I’m the oldest, Sammy, so I can and I will. No hand game will deny me my birthright,”

“Bull. You always get the pretty girls,”

Castiel rolled his eyes in exasperation. This childish argument between the brothers about who would ask you out first had been going on for days, and it was starting to get on the angel’s nerves. 

Dean and Sam entered their motel room to find Cas seated on one of the beds, pure irritation sketched on his features.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean greeted casually, already accustomed to the angel’s sudden appearances. “Guess what? sweet Sammy here wants to ask Y/N out on a date,” he said, the mocking tone of his voice earning him a grimace from his brother. 

When Cas said nothing, Dean turned to Sam and said, “Dude, you gotta admit, you don’t stand a chance. Y/N’s crazy about me.”

“No, Dean. Y/N is not sexually attracted to you. She thinks you are immature, something I too agree on,” the angel put in bluntly. Sam burst out laughing, clutching his sides just as Dean’s cheeks and neck burned a deep crimson.

But the angel wasn’t done yet.

“And you,” Castiel continued, addressing Sam. “Whenever Y/N looks at you, the only thing crossing her mind is getting a pair of scissors to cut off your ‘wannabe lion mane’.”

Sam’s amused expression was quickly replaced by a slightly offended one. He dropped on the bed next to his brother, who was shooting daggers at Cas.

“You’re lying,” Dean retorted, once he had found his voice again. “How would you know what Y/N thinks, anyway?

The angel shrugged nonchalantly and turned his back on them. “Y/N and I are close, that’s all.”

“Let me guess, you guys share a profound bond,” Sam said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

A small smile crept across Cas’ face. If only they knew how profound…

Episode Concept:

A woman is found in the bunker, lost and confused with no memory of who she is or where she came from. She is just there. The boys bury themselves in research whilst Cas looks at her oddly. He is sure that he has met her before but can’t figure out where.
She slowly warms to both Cas and Sam and both of them feel like they know her and that she is trustworthy. Dean however doesn’t like her, doesn’t like the way she laughs and jokes with his little brother and he certainly doesn’t like the way she is flirting with Cas… 

Throughout the action and the drama (maybe the woman brought a monster along with her from wherever she came from) much to Dean’s annoyance she becomes closer and closer to Sam and more so even to Cas. The woman bonds with Castiel in a way no one has since Dean himself, and Castiel seems rather taken with her too. Dean is obviously jealous of the pair (in that subtle subtextual way the show likes to use so much) and it all kicks off when Dean accidentally sees them sharing a passionate kiss.

Castiel is rather shocked himself that the woman was so forward but he can’t deny that he has feelings for her, though in a very confusing way. Castiel ponders this new development whilst Dean broods and Sam frantically looks for a resolution to this new madness they have got wrapped up in. 

When the climatic fight is over and the boys find out what the monster had stolen from the mystery woman, all is resolved. The woman’s younger sister was being held hostage by the monster, along with the woman’s memories. 

She reveals herself as Deanna. she followed her sister Samantha into the monsters trap on a hunt and was transported to an alternate universe. Needless to say everyone is surprised. Not least of all Castiel, who realises why he had such strong feelings for her. The sisters are able to reopen the portal to their universe and bid farewell to the boys. Though not before Cas gets a kiss goodbye and Dean gets a wink. Leaving Dean even more confused than before.

Nothing more is mentioned about the whole situation other than a knowing look from Sam and a slightly awkward pat on the shoulder between Cas and Dean. The episode ends with a lingering shot on Dean’s face as he watches Cas walk away. His confusion is evident on his face. An audience of general viewers wonder what the hell that was all about. Misha tweets something entirely inappropriate and Jensen flirts with him about it. The episode breaks Tumblr. The writers work is done… for now…

Obvious - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Obvious 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,126

Warnings: None

Prompt: I’d love a fic where Dean has a huge crush on reader and when she starts getting flirty with Cas then he acts all jealous and just hugs her when she won’t shut up about his obvious jealousy!

Originally posted by canonspngifs

“Hey Dean, uh where is Sam?” you frowned taking a look around you as you were able to spot only Dean there, sulking as he really liked to do lately.

“Supply run.” he grumbled clicking furiously on his computer, fact that made you raise an eyebrow.

“Then why didn’t you ask me if I wanted something?” you blinked, sitting next to Castiel as Dean still kept a clenched jaw and stared at his computer screen.

“Would have, if you two weren’t so busy. So we thought it would be better to not interrupt.” he huffed looking up at you and particularly Castiel. Although you could really call it a glare more than anything else.

“Interrupt what?” Castiel frowned and you shrugged at him.

“I don’t know.” you mumbled glancing at Dean who was angrily taking a sip of his beer “It’s not like we were having sex. Only heavily making out.” and of course he choked on it. You had such a hard time keeping a snicker in when he gave you that look of disbelief, his eyes wide in total shock.

“Easy tiger.” you giggled “I am just kidding… sort of.” you mumbled as he gave you a hard look.

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Imagine Cas and Dean checking out a bar in relation to a case and Dean heading to the bathroom and on his return sees a tall, handsome stranger pressed up against his angel with his arms around his waist, whispering in his ear. Dean of course loses his shit and stalks over to them pulling Cas out of the mans reach and giving him a death glare before pulling Cas out the bar and throwing him in the back seat of the Impala. He then of course has to rip his angels cloths off and fuck the living day lights out of him to remind him who he belongs too! X


Request: “Hey I’m Kassidy! Can you do an imagine for me?? I want it be with Dean and I want smut or fluff whichever one you would like to do thankssss :) ❤️” + “Oh could you make one where Dean is like jealous of the readers and cas relationship?” - @ayeeitskassi

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Jealous!Dean (my fav), fluffy, giggly smut

A/n: This turned like SUPER giggly oops. (btw I got kinda hot and bothered writing some of this like damn)

Originally posted by pleasegivemecake

You giggled as Cas poked your side. “Stop!! Why do you always do that to me?” You tried to sound upset, but he made you laugh too much.

“Because I can.”

You laughed again. “Fair enough. But we actually have to go help Sam and Dean with research.”

“Are you sure you aren’t saying this just because you would like to spend time with Dean?”

You rolled your eyes. You had a crush on Dean since goodness knows when, but could you really help yourself? Cas was the only person, or celestial being, or whatever that you had ever told, and he always had to say something about it. “You know, you’re lucky I love you or else you’d be getting a fist in the gut.”

He smiled. “Shall we go then?”

“That’s what I was asking for in the first place, honey.”

Both of you walked into the library laughing. Sam and Dean looked up from their laptops.

“Hey guys, you finally coming to help us?” Sam said with an amused voice.

You chuckled again, still in a giggly mood from your conversation with Cas. “Yeah. Sorry.”

Dean did not look so amused as he looked back to the computer screen. “You know, we could hear you guys laughing all the way in here.”

“Sorry, grumpy pants. You allergic to laughter or something?” You replied, ruffling his hair and sitting in the chair next to him.


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Request:  Can you do a one-shot where the reader gets mad at cas cause they see him kiss meg and he doesn’t know what he did wrong and dean and sam get mad at him to and dean has to explain to him. And then cas feels horrible and tries to make it up to you. (Angst-y?)

Request:  Hey! I was wondering if you could do a Cas x reader where the reader has feelings for Cas but this is around the time Meg is around and she’s being all flirty and stuff with Cas and the reader gets mad and jealous. Thank you! And I just have to say I really love the oneshots you do!

Request:  Hey, can I pretty please have one where the reader is asexual and she is in a relationship with Cas and at first he doesn’t undesrtand so the reader has to explain it to him??? Just a lot of fluff please <3 (Btw you’re like my fave person ever just so you know)

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Dean walks outside, swinging his keys around his finger and humming a tune that sounds like an off beat version of Eye of the Tiger. His lips curve into a small smile at the sight of you, leaning against his Baby and rolling your shoulders impatiently.

You turn around and flash a smile at Dean, but he knows you’re waiting. He knows you’re ready to get on the road and get out of here. He knows ou too well, and that’s why he liked you so much.

Cas walks up to you, smiling at you and touching your side, poking you like the way you hated. Dean almost chuckles, thinking you would smack the Angel, but you didn’t. You laugh along with Cas and playfully shove him.

Something washes over Dean. He’s watching the girl of his dreams smile at his best friend - an angel. Cas is smiling at you with a dazzle in his eyes.

Dean’s shoulders straighten and he grips his keys tightly in his hand. His smile drops into a frown as his eyebrows follow suit, nearly forming together in the middle.

“Dean, tell Cas he’s an ass.” You look over your shoulder to spot the Winchester. “Come on,”

Dean mumbles something inappropriate as he walks over to the driver side door. “You’re an ass.” He says a bit louder.

Cas pouts and it makes you giggle. Dean can’t handle it. He pulls open his door and says, “Y/N, you’re in the front. Cas, back.”

With a quick glance at each other, you and Castiel slide into the Impala; you in front and Cas in back. Dean nods in approval and gets in, too. He starts the engine and drives off, leaving a cloud of dust behind him.