Dean: Hey, baby. 

Castiel: Dean, please stop calling me that.

Castiel: I am not your infant child.

Castiel: In fact, I’m thousands of years older than you are. 

Castiel: If anyone is the “baby” in this relationship, it would be you Dean.

Dean: Okay, calm down Cas. 

Dean: It’s just a pet name.

Castiel: I’m not a pet either, Dean. 

Tales From The Impala

Welcome to another installment of Tales From The Impala, a weekly Supernatural fanfic rec list! Below is every amazing fic I’ve read recently, from some amazing writers. Go check out these fics and the talented people who wrote them!

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I know this is three days late (I’m a piece of shit) and I am so sorry! Life happened and I couldn’t find the time to sit and do this considering it usually takes me a good 2 hours. Next weekend it will be on time, I promise!

The One With The Fluff

The One With The Angst

The One With The Smut

The One With The Multiple Parts

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Bad Hunt

  You were in the bunkers kitchen, just finishing off your pie for the boys; more specifically Dean. You had to stay behind because you were a little under the weather and you didn’t want to risk it getting worse and slowing the boys down. You didn’t enjoy it, you liked being there on the job with them. Being in the bunker while they were out there was worrying.

  You had just finished up the dishes when you heard the bunker door close and the loud footsteps ascending down the stairs. That was the only thing you heard. Not one voice or bout of laughter. Pure silence. Now you were worried. You took the pie out of the oven and placed it in the counter, throwing your oven mitts beside the pie, you rounded the counter and looked up to find Dean standing in the doorway. 

  He looked awful.

  He had a cut on the side of his forehead and that looked to be the worst of it, well besides the broken expression on his face. His eyes glossed with tears. He looked so small; like a kid even. You didn’t think it was possible to feel so heart broken from a sight like this.

  “Dean,” you spoke softly. He flinched at his name and you immediately rushed over to him. The second you wrapped your arms around him, he collapsed bringing you down with him. He was shaking, sobs racked his body as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. 

  This was a first. After a rough hunt, Dean locks himself away, drinks himself until he can’t feel anything and the next day it’s like it never even happened. He was just over it, or so it seemed. This was completely unlike Dean and you were  relieved that he came to you for this one. 

  You ran your fingers through his softy dirty blonde locks, trying to get him to calm down. His grip on you was almost painfully tight but you didn’t care. You didn’t care if he never let go. Right now, you just wanted to comfort him. “Shh Dean, it’s okay.”

  “It’s not okay,” he sniffled. “I’m sorry.” With that, his grip on you loosened. You moved quickly, straddling his lap with ease. Not that he wouldn’t move you with ease. You looked at him, his eyes bloodshot, his cheeks stained this tears. He was having a little trouble breathing because he cried so much. 

  “Don’t ever be sorry for needed this,” you said sternly, blinking away your own tears. “I am here for you, Dean. Alway! Nothing is ever going to change that.”

  “I thought I lost you,” he breathed out. “It was a shifter and it looked exactly like you and I had to shoot you and I-”

  “Shh, I’m right here,” you smiled softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m not going anywhere. You can’t get rid of me that easy.”

  “I love you so much,” he mumbled into your neck. You almost didn’t hear what he said, but you’re so glad you did. Your heart was racing. Dean had never said those words to Sam, let alone you. 

  “Dean,” you whispered, pulling away from him slightly. You saw the gleam of hope in his eyes. That’s the second you knew that this was all real, what he said was real and heartfelt. He truly did love you and you had no reason to even second guess him. He was a mess because he had to kill a fake you on a hunt. “I love you too.”

  “Really?” a small smile appeared on his lips. You leaned down, capturing your his lips with yours. His lips were slightly chapped but fit perfectly with yours. He responded instantly, kissing you back with just as much passion and love as you had hoped for. His hands came up to cup your cheeks, making your heart flutter. 

  “Thank you.”

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