Dean was on his ninth cup of coffee and Sam had finally found a way to be comfortable and not block the hospital hallway with his long legs by the time Castiel arrived. “I am sorry,” he said softly. “I was ensuring that the individual who did this to Y/N was well and truly going to confess to the police about their actions.”
Sam nodded as Dean simply stared into his cup.
There was nothing they could do but wait, but waiting was hard. Cas managed to slip in once to check on you. He assured the brothers that you would wake up, but that it was best to let you do so in your own time, as opposed to him pushing you into consciousness.
And so, there was nothing to do but rest, watch horrible daytime television programs, and wait. At varying levels of patience.
And as unhappy and grumpy as the group was in the room, they were that much happier when they saw your doctor coming down the hallway. “Gentlemen,” he said with a grin. “The worst is now behind us. She’s awake.”
Maiiis nooooooooon pas encore !
Pourquoi à chaque fois que je change mes drapd j'oublies que je dois en remettre et qu'au moment de me mettre au lit … je me bats avec ma couette pour qu'elle rentre dans sa housse ?!
Summery: A mysterious stranger appears at the hospital, and when he literally runs into Dean, he leaves Dean wondering if he’ll ever see him again.Just fluff. Seriously, this started as a real story and devolved into a complete and utter fluff-fest with no real plot. I am not sorry.
This fic was a lot of fun. The author definitely got it right when they said it was mostly a fluff-fest. If your looking for something cute, this is absolutely terrific. There’s enough of a plot to keep you interested too, so it’s not just sweet moments between Dean and Cas, even if those are great. My only issue with the story is that there a few minor editing mistakes, like missing words or something like that, but it wasn’t too often, and the story is definitely cute enough to overlook that. Also, Dean and Cas playing piano together was not something I knew I needed until I read this fic.
If you like the fic, make sure to give the author kudos/lovely comments on AO3 to let them know!
*Though the fic is rated for general audiences, it does feature teen level smut. However, the author provides a warning before those scenes, so they are easily skipped.
dean goes into a coma so sam and cas have to get in his head to look for him and wake him up, but they come across a room where dean has cas against a wall and they are kissing, and sam is all “whoa, he thinks about kissing you? thats… weird. And he looks at cas who is super uncomfortable and just goes "no, sam. this is a memory.” and just walks away
Request: “I would love a fic involving Cas using his grace/wings to hug the reader or like caress them and stuff - plot can be up to you (ps I love your writing) Thanks!” -Anon
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
A/N: Hope this is okay. Sorry it took me so long, by the way.
Castiel didn’t know the first thing when it came to love, but watching you throughout his days with the Winchesters, he had found himself figuring out what the meaning of love actually is. But would, at times, find himself arguing with himself about his “feelings” for you, something that was not supposed to happen between an angel of the Lord and a simple human such as yourself, but then he would win the argument by stating that you were anything but simple. Magnificent, beautiful, intriguing, captivating, mesmerizing, and then he would lose himself in you without even realizing it. And when he did realize it, he would find his wings - the two things he had held most dear to him throughout his entire existence - would be wrapped securely around you, and you were none the wiser.
The angel would sometimes be caught smiling to himself as he would watch you, as he would watch his wings wrap around you protectively, as if they were a shield to your fragile bones. And then he started sitting closer to you to see how his wings would respond, but that only gave his wings more of a reason to get tighter around you. Still, you were so oblivious to the whole thing.
Your laugh made his wings quiver and… it felt good to him. He started making you laugh more and more just so he could keep the feeling, but sometimes he never intends to make you laugh and that’s just a bonus. And then one of the Winchesters walked in and he would return to himself, but his wings… his wings still lingered around you and, when he was too far, his wings would point towards you and he found himself remembering…