destiel, 3k, jealous!cas, light dean/lisa, pining and angst with a happy resolution
Castiel is about to
fit his key into his apartment door when he hears the voices: Dean’s gruff baritone mixed with a lilting melodic voice.
Castiel rests his
forehead against the door, shopping bags in his hands lightly hitting the pale
wood. He squeezes his eyes shut and wills himself not to be upset that it’s the
sixth day of the week that Lisa has been at their apartment.
He tries not to be
bothered that for the last month Dean has been utterly obsessed with this girl:
from late night phone calls to taking her to romantic dinners softened by
Cas tries to ignore the fact that he’s inexplicably jealous of Lisa.
inspired by a post sara reblogged (this one, specifically) and the resulting conversation about different love spells, where she suggested i write the fic. i said no, go away, it’s late. then i stayed up and wrote the fic.
This doesn’t make any sense.
Though they’d never admit it—Dean especially would never admit it—they’re practically witches themselves at this point. Sam isn’t deluded enough to think otherwise. He has a fair share of spells up his sleeve that he knows by heart by now, a few more he’s working on remembering, and some he still struggles with the incantation, but at the end of the day they frequently speak Latin and throw herbs into flames, so, logically, they’re witches, or close enough to it.
And it’s because of this (and his own unfortunate experience that no one must ever speak of again, thanks) that Sam knows a love spell when he sees one.
A/N: I’m actually super proud of this! Thanks to my grammar nazi and my poetic friend @idreamofhazel
A kiss is the most powerful thing a man can say. When Dean kisses you, he kisses you with such passion and fervor, like he can’t get enough out of you, like you’re going to slip away at any moment. Each kiss tells you something different. That’s the thing about Dean, he has an appreciation for a woman’s body like no other man you have met before.
When he first kissed you, it was by surprise. You had no idea Dean was even remotely attracted to you. You had been hunting with him and Sam for years and the man never once made a pass at you. But when he kissed you, there was no doubt in your mind that Dean Winchester loved you. The kiss wasn’t just a sign of attraction, it was a proclamation of his love. The kiss was full of confidence; confidence that you were the one for him, that you would fill the hole inside his heart. It only took one kiss for you both to know that was it, that was your last first kiss.
In the morning, his kisses are lazy, peppered all over your face, like he has all the time in the world. He kisses any exposed skin, your shoulder, your neck, your thighs. It’s as if he spent too much time away from you, even if he dreamt of you all night. He kisses you until your eyes open and you turn towards him to capture his lips with yours.
Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader
Summary: The Winchester siblings start a little prank war and it escalates quickly
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: None, just some fluff
A/N: Special thanks to @nickiwinchester97 because she encourages me a lot and I love her. And to my dad who (unknowingly) inspired a lot of this :D
It all started out pretty harmless. Dean was annoyed by Sam who had
complained about his unhealthy choice of food, and as soon as Sam went to the
kitchen to get himself some water, you watched your eldest brother rip of a
piece of carton from the pizza box and hide it under a pepperoni slice on Sam’s
It was hard for you to hold back your laughter when Sam came back and
took a bite. He had somehow managed to bite through the carton and was now
munching on it, completely unaware of what he was eating.
Dean watched him as well, and even though he was good at keeping his
game face on you knew he was cracking up on the inside.
Here it was. Tape 3. Ready in the tape player, but Dean just couldn’t bring himself to listen to it… At least not yet.
There were more things that you left behind that he had thought. First of all there were these tapes and how he found out that you left Sam a note. He wasn’t sure when to start reading it, maybe even just looking at your handwriting would have been too heartbreaking for him to see. Even just holding that paper in his hand and knowing that you once held it in your hand was enough to almost make Dean cry. How could he possibly handle reading the letter? The tapes were killing him already, adding more to that would have been too much for him to take in.
He took the tape player with him. It was inside his duffel bag that he had packed ready for the hunt Sam had found them. “You ready to go?” Sam questioned from the passenger seat in the impala.
Dean had been daydreaming this entire time just thinking about the tapes. “Yeah.”
Request: You have no idea how happy I am you have requests open! I love your writing so much. Could I request one where dean and the reader have been dating awhile but recently they were arguing a lot more but then on a case they have to dress up and act like a happy couple and it makes dean remember everything he loves about the reader?
John Winchester and Child Neglect: A Comprehensive Study.
It’s been a somewhat divisive subject within the fandom as to what kind of a parent John Winchester was. Frequently, I see posts pop up on my dash defending John, claiming that he loved his sons and did the best he could under the circumstances. Others claim John was blatantly abusive.
Well, I think it’s pertinent to lay the matter to rest once and for all: he undeniably was.
And we needn’t look to subtext for signs of physical abuse, either (though as many others have pointed out, there is plenty there): child neglect is the most common form of child abuse, and it is textually evident throughout the series.
The NSPCC defines the basic needs of children as follows, all of which John gratuitously neglected:
1. Basic physical care.
The NSPCC maintains that children should be provided with “warmth, shelter, adequate food and rest, grooming (hygiene) and protection from danger.”
Whether or not the various motel rooms they frequented could be equated to proper shelter, John routinely left his sons without enough food to share between them:
Young Dean is shown giving his portion of cereal up for baby Sam, and is later shown to have been forced to resort to stealing in order to feed him.
Even in his adulthood, when asked if he had ever been “really hungry. Like, not eaten for days hungry,” Dean emphatically replies that he had.
The signs of hygienic neglect are slightly more subtle, but also present: after spending the summer without Dean, for example, young Sam is shown in clothes that are obviously too big and unbuttoned at the sleeves.
And as for “protection from danger?” Well, unless you count giving your small children loaded firearms, sufficed to say it was nonexistent.
As the NSPCC puts it, healthy affection “includes physical contact, holding, stroking, cuddling and kissing, comforting, admiration, delight, tenderness, patience, time, making allowances for annoying behaviour, and general companionship and approval.”
Obviously, there was a point at which John would have provided his sons with adequate physical affection, but after Mary’s death it appears to be basically nonexistent.
He is shown to criticize Dean fairly consistently (”I wouldn’t have given you that car if I thought you were going to ruin it”), was unreasonably harsh in response to his childhood shortcomings (e.g. failing to protect Sam from a monster when he was ten), and “leaving him to rot” for the summer at a boy’s home for stealing food at the age of sixteen.
According to the NSPCC, security constitutes as “continuity of care, the expectation of continuing in the stable family unit, a predictable environment, consistent patterns of care and daily routine, simple rules and consistent controls and a harmonious family group.”
John constantly moved his children from one motel to another for the duration of their childhood. This prevented his children from formulating any lasting friendships with people their age, the effects of which are most evident in “After School Special:” Sam is left feeling like “a freak” in comparison to his peers, whereas Dean has already carefully developed his hypermasculine public image.
Moreover, John is predominantly absent in their lives, routinely missing holidays and disappearing for days on end. Hardly a stable parental figure for the boys to fall back on.
4. Stimulation and innate potential:
The NSPCC defines this as “praise and encouragement; curiosity and exploratory behavior. By developing skills though responsiveness to questions and to play, by promoting educational opportunities.”
Even disregarding John’s blatant discouragement of Sam’s pursuit of higher education, this is most evident in the characteristics of the boys themselves:
Sam is ambitious, motivated, self-disciplined, and academic. He prides himself on his ability to succeed in scholastic environments and conduct research, which got him a free ride to an ivy league university at the start of the series.
These are all characteristics typical of a firstborn child, whereas Dean’s laid-back persona is more typical of a second or third born.
As others have pointed out, this is because Sam WAS a first born child…to Dean.
The reason first-borns are typically such high achievers is because their parents treat each success as a momentous occasion, whereas their successors typically garner less attention. Dean was never praised for his accomplishment by John, whereas Dean provides Sam with a surprising amount of support and encouragement.
Even John’s journal takes note of this, stating that when Sam took his first steps, he immediately went to Dean.
5. Guidance and control.
“To teach adequate social behaviour which includes discipline within the child’s understanding and capacity and which requires patience and a model for the child to copy, for example in honesty and concern and kindness for others.”
John taught Dean how to perform various illegal activities, including credit card fraud and hustling pool.
This makes it doubly ironic that he reacted so violently to Dean stealing food or getting drunk as a teenager, considering he didn’t exactly set the best standard for upstanding citizenship. Maybe he was just upset he got caught?
“For small things at first such as self-care, tidying playthings or taking dishes to the kitchen and gradually elaborating the decision making that the child has to learn in order to function adequately, gaining experience through his/her mistakes as well as his/her stresses and receiving praise and encouragement to strive to do better.”
This one is a little different, considering John arguably entrusted too much responsibility to children his sons’ age. Nevertheless, the fact remains that he gave almost no encouragement to the boys for performing these tasks, leading Dean to realize John was possessed when he told him he was proud of him.
“To make his/her own decisions first about small things but increasingly about the various aspects of his/her own life within the confines of the family and society’s codes. Parents use fine judgement in encouraging independence and in letting the child see and feel the outcome of his or her own capacity. Protection is needed, but over-protection is as bad as responsibility and independence too early.”
John militaristically handles his sons, expecting them to be basically subservient to him and to obey his orders at all costs. He forcibly cut Sam out of his life when he chose to become independent in his adulthood, electing to attend college instead of continue hunting.
Moreover, Sam is visibly surprised that John let Dean go hunting alone at the age of twenty-six.
In conclusion, the reason I find John Winchester defendists so irksome is not that they demonstrate any real ill will, but that they demonstrate society’s fundamental understanding of what abuse looks like and the forms that it can take.
Moreover, they demonstrate the popular misconception that because someone is well-intentioned, likable, or even sympathetic under some circumstances, that they cannot be abusive.
I’m not saying John wasn’t worthy of pity. I’m not saying he wasn’t without redeeming qualities. I’m not even saying he didn’t love his sons.
I’m saying that he was, by definition, canonically abusive. And we, as a fandom, need to acknowledge this fact once and for all.
Request: Hey, love your writing! I was wondering if a could request a fic where Dean and the reader are that dorky but adorable couple. Like they sing (not very well) in the car together, tell bad jokes, watch movies in sweatpants see who can make a better Mohawk with their hair when in the shower lmao idk, you get the idea. And then at the end he proposes to her? I’m getting bored of fics with stereotypical characters and relationships :P Thanks so much!
Pairing: Dean x reader
Word Count: 1,200ish
A/N: Possibly the most adorable thing I’ve ever written…
Summary: Sam and Dean find a new place for breakfast.
Word Count: 761
Warnings: none, just Dean being a cutie.
A/N: Written for @revwinchester‘s birthday challenge but I suck so it’s like a week late :) The job I chose was chef (if you know me, you’re probably sitting there like ‘well, duh’).
You watched as two men walked through the glass door, the chime echoing and rattling you out of your daze. These men weren’t two you could miss - one of them towering over 6 feet tall, the other absolutely gorgeous with piercing green eyes that met yours almost immediately as they sank down onto the stools at the counter.
“What can I do for you, gentlemen?” You straightened yourself and reached for a pot of coffee.
“Two coffees, black. And a couple’a menus if you don’t mind.” The green-eyed beauty smiled at you.
You swore your heart stopped in that moment. He was already perfect, and that smile…
Passing them two menus, you watched as they flipped to the breakfast page.
“Aw, Sammy. Waffles!” Green eyes grinned and slapped his tall compadre on the shoulder.
Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Dean Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak (mentioned), Cindy Stevenson (OC - mentioned), Ella McKenzie (OC - mentioned), Helena Spencer (OC - mentioned)
Pairing: AU Dean x Reader
Warnings: Implied smut, innocent state of udressed, talk of guns, deaths, the usual for this series.
Word Count: 4300ish
A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.
This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)
A soft moan fell from your lips as you started to come to, you reached out next to you to only touch the floor, and your eyes fluttered open. You sat up looking around you. The room was still warm from the sparks burning in the fireplace and his pillow was still ruffled beside you.
The memory of last night entered your mind, and you couldn’t help but smile. He had been so different than what you had thought he would be. Good different. Gentler and more caring. You had no doubt in your mind that it hadn’t been a one night thing to him either. He was here somewhere. You looked around the room, spotting his button up shirt from last night and you pulled it on, before getting off the floor in search of Dean.
You smiled when you found him standing by the stove in the kitchen. He was wearing jeans and nothing else, giving you a free view of his naked back. He was gorgeous, and it took every ounce of self control you possessed, not to simply walk across the room and touch him. You weren’t sure whether you were allowed to behave like that with him just yet, so instead you spoke.
“Good Morning,” you smiled at him when he turned around with a huge grin on his face. His eyes traveled your body, and you felt the heat form in your cheeks as he approached you.
“Morning Agent,” Dean spoke softly with a teasing glimmer in his eyes, wrapping his arms around you, and pressing his lips to yours. It didn’t take long for you to return his affection, or for you to feel a little light headed from his attention.¨
A/N: Hey guys!! Sorry that I took awhile to post this haha, anyways here’s a Dean one!! It’s been so long since I wrote a Dean one and I had so much fun writing this one!! Anyways, enjoy!!
Request: Dean and reader being together for a time. And he completely loves and adore her. And one day her and the brothers went to a case and when the go for some drinks y/n see a beautiful girl staring at Dean (not really surprisingly, cause c'mon the man is a Greek God) and when she came closer she start saying that he never forget the night they had or something like that, Y/N get nauseous and leave the place … something as that please 🐇
You sat in front of the laptop, tapping
away on the search engine to find out more info of the case you and the boys
were working on. Sighing, you ran your fingers through your hair as you glanced
at the clock hanging on the wall. The boys should be coming back soon.
The Winchesters had gone out to interview the
victim’s relatives while you stayed in the motel to do some research. You
rejected to the idea at first but Dean managed to convince you otherwise. You
swear that the man can pretty much make you do whatever, that’s how much you
love him, but you knew that it was the same for him as well.
You felt a small smile tug on your lips as
you thought about the older Winchester. The two of you had been together for
around six months and it was amazing. You broke out of your reverie as you
heard the motel door being unlocked, you glanced back, tensing slightly but
relaxed as you saw the brothers walk in.
“Honey, we’re home,” Dean called out as he
stepped in and walked to you, loosening the tie he had to wear as he and Sam
pretended to be FBI agents. He leaned down and gave you a kiss, you smiling
“What did you guys find?” You asked as Dean
moved away to take off his suit jacket.
Sam walked towards you as he shook his
head, a small smile on his face from Dean’s display of affection, taking off
his tie as well. He reached into his pants and pulled out something, throwing
it on the table. “We found this.”
You picked up the little bag, raising one
of your brows. “So, a witch?”
Summary: You’re a Winchester. Sam and Dean’s little sister. Same dad, different mom. You spend your life traveling with your brothers and moving to different schools, never staying in one place for more than a few weeks. But when your brothers tell you they found a case in California, you’re thrown into a completely different world - the town of Beacon Hills. When you meet a group of suspicious friends who keep finding themselves in the middle of murders, you realize that this case is going to be a lot more difficult to solve - especially when you’re starting to fall for one of the suspects.
Warnings: Mentions of violent murders
“Dinner’s here!” Dean called, his voice echoing through the halls of the bunker. You emerged from your room almost immediately, heading towards the grumbling sound of your brothers talking in the kitchen. You could smell the pizza before you reached the room and ran in, spotting Sam pulling a slice from the box, Dean already halfway through with his piece.
“I hope you got fries,” you warned as you grabbed a paper plate, Dean instantly plopping a take out container in front of you. You smiled in victory and sat down next to Sam, the both of you facing Dean.
“So, we got a case,” Dean told you, his mouth full of food.
“Chew first, then speak,” you reminded him, earning an eye roll.
“This town in California. Lots of crazy things going on over there.”
“Supernatural crazy, that’s for sure,” Sam chimed in. “We thought it was just werewolves at first, but when we dug a little deeper, we found a lot more.”
“Bodies found in the woods, teenagers missing, wolves spotted in public places,” Dean added.
“California doesn’t have wolves,” you stated.
“Exactly. It’s basically anything you wouldn’t expect from a small town that’s almost in the middle of nowhere,” Dean said.
“And get this - the FBI was sent there a few years back to research a string of murders, but they left after a while without finding anything,” Sam said, wiping his hands on a napkin before grabbing his laptop. “The reports didn’t say much, but the sheriff of the town was being watched. Actually, so was his son…” he trailed off, squinting his eyes at something he was reading. “His son was in the middle of the mess too. But I saw him somewhere else… here. Wow.” He clicked a button and turned the laptop around for you and Dean to see. He had searched the sheriff’s son’s name and found a list of cases that he was tangled in.
“Troublemaker,” you muttered, taking in the list in front of you. “So what’s the deal now?”
“Murders are happening again, but… this time they’re even more confusing. We don’t know what it is, but the victims all have the same injuries. They were all strangled, took a blow to the head, and had a slit throat. Each separate injury was fatal in itself. Whoever killed them really wanted them dead,” Sam explained. You let out a breath at the vulgarity of the situation.
“We wanna get going as soon as possible so nobody else dies. We’ll probably head out tomorrow morning. You good with that?” Dean asked, and you nodded at him, sticking a fry in your mouth.
“On to school number 24,” you joked, causing Dean to freeze up.
“Have you been counting?” He asked cautiously.
“No, I just like that number,” you laughed, watching his shoulders drop with ease. You were receiving your education from schools all over the country, and Dean hated it. He knew what it was like to keep transferring, how it was hard to make friends or even pass a grade when you knew you were going to be gone in a few weeks time. You didn’t mind it, though. You loved your brothers more than anything, and you wanted to stay with them on every hunt, even though they tried to keep you out of it most of the time. Besides, it was fun to meet different people and experience different towns. The best part was that you never cared what people thought of you, since you knew once you left you’d never see them again. You finished your pizza and stood up from the table.
“I’m gonna go pack my bag,” you informed, dumping your paper plate in the garbage and strolling towards your room.
Almost an hour had passed when you were sat on your bed, your duffel bag stuffed with clothes, shoes, and notebooks. Your family knew how to pack light, considering you basically lived on the road, so having only one bag was plenty. There was a soft knock on your door before Dean peeked his head in.
“Hey, kiddo. Can I come in?” he asked, and you gestured for him to enter, moving the bag over so he could join you. His emerald eyes were tired and watching you with a hint of regret.
“What’s up?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowed. He hesitated before responding.
“Are you good with us leaving again? ‘Cause we’ve made the bunker our home, and it’s really a pain to keep switching schools, so if you want to stay behind, you can. I don’t have a problem with that. You don’t have to keep stopping your life to follow us around the country,” Dean told you, guilt apparent in his features. You sighed, upset to see him in such a manner. Your brother had a rough childhood. You weren’t there to witness it, but it was evident in almost every encounter he had with you. Sam used to tell you stories about how your father treated them while they were kids, and it made your stomach churn. He had been completely different with you during the few years he was alive to take care of you. Once he passed, Dean swore to let you have a normal life, even though you knew that hunting was inevitable for the Winchesters.
“Dean, it’s okay. I like traveling. I don’t mind switching schools. I’d rather be you guys than stay here alone. Our job is important, no matter the price we have to pay,” you said.
“I know, but when you said that at dinner, I-”
“I was joking! Dean, I was making light of the situation. I really don’t mind. I promise,” you insisted. He glanced at you for a few seconds before pulling you into a hug.
“Okay. We’re gonna leave at eight o’clock tomorrow. Get some sleep,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Goodnight, Dean.” You watched him walk towards you door.
“Night, sweetheart,” he smiled, closing the door behind him.
The three of you met in the hallway at eight on the dot, everyone sporting a flannel and gripping a packed duffel bag.
“Wow,” you giggled. “I wonder if we’re related.” Your brothers dismissed your joke with a chuckle as they headed towards the Impala, leaving you to trail behind. You put your bag in the trunk first and climbed into the backseat, making yourself comfortable as your brothers packed the rest of the stuff and settled into the car.
“Alright, let’s go,” Dean said as he started the car.
“How long will the drive be?” you asked once you were on the road.
“Twenty-four hours,” Sam answered, laughing when you groaned loudly. “Don’t worry, we’ll drive as much as we can today and stop somewhere for the night. You might as well go to sleep for a bit to pass the time.” You agreed to that, grabbing one of Dean’s jackets from the floor to use as a pillow. You suddenly remembered you didn’t even know exactly where you were headed.
“I forgot to ask. What town are we going to?” Dean looked over his shoulder to respond.
**I’m not really sure what I want to do with this, but I had an idea and I wanted to write it! I don’t know how long I’ll make it, but please leave some feedback!**