dean and sam and cas all standing around a table

Let's Swayze This Mother

Summary:  You, Dean, Sam and Cas decide to search for Gabriel, it does NOT go as planned.

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel

Word Count: 1931

Warnings: language

A/N:  This is my submission for @ravengirl94 1.5K Challenge.  I had the prompt:  “I make bad decisions when I’m tired.  You’re always tired. Exactly.” which will be bolded in the fic.

Thanks to my MastaBeta @wheresthekillswitch for word checking and so much more!

This may be slightly spoilery if you haven’t seen the season 12 finale.  If you haven’t watched it, keep scrolling.


“I can’t believe that he’s been alive the whole time,” Dean says, walking into the bunker library.

You, Sam and Cas are sitting at the far table, books strewn about.  He hands you and Sam a fresh beer before sitting down next to you.

“And you really didn’t know?” Dean asks Cas.

“Didn’t know what?”

“That an angel blade can’t kill an arch angel,” Sam supplies.

“No I did not.”

Cas looks between Dean and Sam as they stare him down.

“So Gabriel’s just been alive and keeping to himself?”

“Well, I can’t say I blame him,” you blurt out.  The three men turn to you in surprise.  “What?  Gabe avoided some major drama.  He didn’t have to play middle man to Lucifer and Chuck or deal with Amara.  I think it was pretty smart.”

“Ok, Y/N’s acceptance of Gabriel’s behavior aside, we need to find him,” Sam says, giving you his signature Sam-face.

“He could definitely help us with the Lucifer, Nephilim, alternate dimension crap,” Dean continues.

“So, how do we find him?” you ask, looking to Cas.

“It will be difficult.  Gabriel is a master at staying hidden if he wants-” Cas starts.

Suddenly the four of you are standing in a dining hall.  Except Dean who’s sitting at the table nearest you, wearing a light pink dress.

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Pairing: Balthazar x Reader
Word count: 915
Warnings: Fluff. One minor cuss word.
Request: ( Anonymous ) Hi! Could you please do a fic where the reader has bought a new perfume (one of those strong-smelling ones) and the boys thinks it smells good but one of the angels (doesn’t really matter who) gets almost angry because their senses are much more heightened and tell them that they smell intoxicating on their own and doesn’t need “fake scents” :) Real fluffy? 

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Full of Grace

Requested by @bkwrm523: A smutty Cas x reader fic where Cas teases you with his grace while you’re in public.

Word Count 1660ish

Warning: grace!kink, smut

A/N: Thanks for this request, I have missed writing Cas! Hope you enjoy it! XOXO

It was a warm tingle, so light that it seemed like it should have tickled, but it didn’t. It was just pure electric heat sliding over your skin and somehow making your cells come more alive than they already were.

“Wow,” you breathed, opening your eyes to stare into Castiel’s bright blue ones.

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anonymous asked:

1/2 (my attempt to insert some happiness into all your angsty cas death messages/fics lol.) Cas died on a random Tuesday. He came back on a random Thursday. There's no great light or big show. He just shows up in the doorway of the bunker's kitchen in the mid-morning. Dean is turned around at the counter, Sam is sitting at the table and glances up to the familiar figure standing in the doorframe, filthy and looking...well, looking like he'd been through death. Sam can't speak.

2/2 He stands up quickly and immediately feels like he’s going to pass out. “Hello, Sam.” Cas says in his polite, matter of fact way, dusting dirt from his own grave off of him. Sam, wide-eyed, looks to Dean, who is frozen still as if afraid to turn around. Dean squeezes his eyes shut. He’s had nightmares exactly like this. He turns around only when a gravely voice tentatively says “Hello, Dean.” Dean is there in three strides, crushing the angel to him. “You came back.” “Of course, Dean.”


Human Things

word count: ~2800

Summary: You decide Cas needs to experience a normal “human thing” - a sleepover. (Cas x reader fluff)

You were currently standing in the kitchen of the bunker, snacking on some grapes.  You could pretty much feel Dean’s judgment on your snack choice, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.  He was sitting at the kitchen table, laptop in front of his nose, looking at Chuck-knows-what.

Sam was in the library, searching for a case.  It had been almost a week since you had gotten back from your last hunt, and things were getting a bit boring.  There were only so many nights in a row the three of you could head into town to have a few beers at the local pubs, so you all decided to stay in tonight.

As you turned to grab another grape to pop in your mouth, Cas appeared next to you.

“Geez, Cas.  One of these days you’re gonna give me a heart attack,” you berated, before eating your grape.

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~12x02 codas keep making me cry, so I’m offering up a happy one lmao here goes~

“What are you doing?”

“Ordering dinner.” Mary looks up from the takeout menu with bright eyes. “You can do that over the phone, can’t you?”

Dean knocks his hip against the counter and squints at his mom. “Yeah. You planning on picking it up yourself?”

“Why is it that I feel like I’m the child here and you’re my mom?” She playfully raises her eyebrows at him to punctuate the question.

Dean smiles down at the floor. “Uh, overprotective I guess. I’d, uh, love it if you went and got us some grub. Let me just get the keys and–”

“I’ll need 10 dollars. I wasn’t resurrected with any cash.”

Dean doesn’t hold back his laugh as he pulls a wad of cash out of his back pocket. “You’ll need more than that, Mom. Wait ‘til you see gas prices.”

She frowns down at the bills in her hands, but she doesn’t say anything else. As she makes her way toward the garage, she pats his cheek.

When she’s almost out of the room, he calls after her and reminds her that she hasn’t placed the order yet. She laughs and hits her forehead. He shows her how to use an iPhone. She calls it ridiculous and asks why they even say it’s a phone when in reality its other uses far outweigh its ability to make calls. He blinks at her.

Some stress drops from Dean’s shoulders once his mom is out of the bunker. He grabs a beer out of the fridge and downs half of it before joining Sam and Cas in the war room. Sam is staring intently at his laptop while Cas reads an old Men of Letters journal to see if there’s anything about the British chapter.

As Dean walks around Cas’ chair, Cas reaches his hand up without taking his eyes away from the book. Dean hands over his beer, Cas takes a drink, hands it back, and Dean pulls a chair out and sits close enough to Cas that their legs are knocking under the table.

Dean sighs heavily and leans back in his chair, reaching his arm toward Cas so he can give him a neck massage. Cas very briefly closes his eyes before resuming his research.

“How you doing, Sammy?”

From the opposite end of the table, Sam offers a tightlipped smile and trains his eyes back to the screen. “Still think I’m hallucinating, but at least it’s pleasant for the time being.”

“Did you try–”

Sam lifts his hands and presses his thumb to the old scar in his palm.

Dean smiles and drinks his beer.

“You trusted your mother to take the car?”

“You eavesdropped?”

“It’s easier than actively blocking you out,” Cas deadpans.

Dean stops rubbing his neck but keeps resting his hand on the back of his chair. “Should I have stopped her? I mean, she’s getting us dinner when she’s a guest in our home. Doesn’t that make us bad hosts?”

Cas just barely rolls his eyes as he closes the journal. “When I was sick, you let me watch Netflix and eat all of your Lucky Charms. I think you’re a fine host.”

Dean smirks at him and squeezes his shoulder. “That’s when you started sleeping in my bed, too. I think I went above and beyond as a host.”

“I don’t think that would be appropriate with your mother.”

“OK, the hallucination is once again a nightmare,” Sam says seriously. He closes his laptop and heads toward the kitchen.

Dean scoots his chair closer to Cas so he can nose at his jaw.

“You don’t seem too concerned about the British Men of Letters.” Cas’ neck betrays his words by tilting to the side and angling toward Dean’s mouth.

“Too hungry to care right now.”

“You could’ve offered to cook. That probably would’ve taken less time than Mary picking something up.”

Dean stops kissing Cas’ neck. “Honestly, I thought she might offer to cook. I was about to ask her what she wanted to do for dinner when I found her hovering over a menu.”

“Did you even check to see what she ordered?”

Before Dean can answer, Mary walks in empty-handed. She stops in the middle of the room and plants her hands on her hips.

“They were backed up. Said it would take an hour to fill our order! I’m starving.”

After a pause, Cas says, “I see where Dean gets his impatience.”

“And my appetite apparently,” Dean adds as he stands. “Don’t worry, Mom, we have steaks in the freezer. I got it.”

They’ve got some onions and peppers and a freaking eggplant in the fridge, so Dean quickly throws together an orzo salad with macaroni noodles since they don’t have orzo. Once the steaks are thawed (in the microwave, but nobody needs to know that), he throws them on the grill, heads back inside and tells Cas to keep an eye on them. He definitely doesn’t waste five minutes passionately explaining to Cas how to make sure all the steaks turn out perfectly medium rare.

While he’s roasting some broccoli, carrots and zucchini, Mary comes up behind him and asks what he’s doing.

“Uh, just roasting some vegetables. We went to the farmer’s market right before…well, a few days ago. Everything’s still good. You good?”

“You’re roasting the vegetables?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“And they taste good that way?”

“You kidding me? They’re amazing. I didn’t know I liked broccoli until I tried roasting it.”


Dean mixes the not-orzo salad and lets the silence sit between them for a second.

“Oh! I gotta ask you. Um. That meatloaf you used to make when I was a kid. You still know the recipe?”

Mary laughs and takes a seat at the kitchen table. “Piggly Wiggly, sweetheart.”


“I hated cooking. Why do you think I gave you PB&J for lunch every day?”

Dean huffs a laugh and scratches the back of his neck. “That’s, uh–I gotta be honest, one of the main things I’ve thought about you over the past three decades is that you’re a good cook.”

She immediately gets up and walks over to him. “Well, we’re getting to know each other now.” She pats his back a few times. “So, show me how you roast these vegetables.”

By the time Cas comes in with the steaks, Mary is cutting up some feta and laughing as Dean goes through the list of all the different kinds of mac and cheese he made for Sam when they were kids.

“He’s gonna be pissed when he sees the macaroni noodles in the salad,” Dean says with a wink to Cas and a nod toward the table.

Cas sets the plate of steaks down and stands with his hands by his sides, waiting.

“Macaroni and feta,” Mary says.

“Babe, go get Sammy, would you?”

Once Cas leaves, the conversation dies.

Dean and Mary laugh some more as they navigate around each other to set the table. When Sam comes in and asks what’s funny, they shrug him off.

Dean takes his usual seat next to Cas and squeezes his hand before they start eating. It’s his way of saying grace, which Cas finds sacrilegious. And hilarious.

Mary immediately stuffs her face and sings Dean’s praises with her mouth full. Sam looks at her, slack-jawed, but doesn’t say anything.

Dean loves cooking. He’s good at it. Not because he was trying to imitate his mom or take care of his little brother–even though those things are true–but because he just loves cooking. And that’s something he can share with his mom, show his mom, because they don’t have it in common.

After dinner, they all sit around the table and talk for a long time. Dean rubs Cas between the shoulder blades like he always does and then he scoots himself closer to Cas like he always does and then he wraps his arm tightly around Cas like he always does and then Cas leans up against his chest practically in his chair like he always does.

It’s not until Cas lazily turns and presses a kiss to Dean’s cheek that Dean registers something.

“Uh, Mom?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“You know Cas and I are–we’re–we have a, uh–I should’ve said–mentioned–”

Mary downs the rest of her beer. “You had a crush on John Travolta when you were 4, Dean.” She winks at Cas. “If you want my approval, you’ve got it.”

Without a Trace - Part 2

Word Count: 2091

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Torture, Violence toward a baby (Check the tags if you really need to know what it is. It’s not as awful as it seems, honestly.), Major character death-ish, Canon divergence, Language, Gore. This is a pretty dark chapter, I admit. 

A/N: This took forever! I’m sorry! I wrote this drunk so any and all mistakes are completely my bad. Feedback on this is much appreciated! It’s been a huge struggle. 

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“Dean…Y/N… you both need sleep.” Sam approached you both cautiously. You’d both been up for days, searching through lore books and checking for demonic omens all over the world trying to track down Adam and your son. You’d both been living on coffee and liquor and ignoring Sam and Cas as they pled for you to get some rest.

“No, Sam.” You mumbled, your eyes fluttering back open. You hadn’t even realized they’d fallen shut. “Our little boy is out there somewhere and we need to find him.”


“She said no, Sam!” Dean bellowed, slamming his fist on the table. “Don’t you get it? Bobby, our son, is out there somewhere with a bunch of demons and the fucking Mark of Cain on his chest. We need to get him back, now.”

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Truth Be Told (Hunter!Cas AU Series) Part 13

Summary: The day finally arrives for Cas to meet his fate. Will you be able to save him, or will Crowley rip him away from you?

Pairing: Hunter!Castiel x hunter!reader

Word Count: 3.6k (YOOO)

Warnings: lots of angst, mentions of blood, very brief descriptions of anxiety/shock, language

A/N: “K/N” stands for “kid’s name”. I thought y'all might like to pick out you and Cas’ kids’ names instead of me picking them for you hahah. anyway, i’ve been looking forward to getting to this point in the story! Yes, this is a very angsty chapter, BUT THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GET SAUCY MY PALS. JUST WAIT TILL THE VERY END OF THIS PART OKKKK.

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x x

6:02 AM

Cas inwardly groaned as he stared at the clock, the bright red numbers indicating he was one hour closer to being ripped away from his soulmate, the life he knew, everything.

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Not the time

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It isn’t fair, Dean thinks, hearing Sam heaving up an empty stomach for what’s got to be the fifth time that morning.

It’s beyond not fair, he adds, eyes closing in anguish at the awful, choked, retching noises Sam is spluttering out.

Sam’s a good guy, the best of them, never done anything but try to live a good life, do the right thing; even in their lives when the right thing is usually verging way past criminal. And okay, so maybe Dean’s a little biased because Sam’s his brother. But he’s never willingly hurt anyone, or done anything to excesses unless he felt he absolutely needed to, to do what’s right.

Which is kind of how he got himself into this mess in the first place.

Out of the two of them, Dean thinks again with a grimace, he always thought he’d be the one to follow their dad into addiction of some kind.

No one would ever have guessed that baton would be passed to Sam. Or that his poison of choice would be demon blood.

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I'll take care of you

A/N:This is for Karolina’s Playlist 1k follower celebration challenge and the song/prompt I was given is: Carry On My Wayward Son (lullaby version)

(there is a set part for it, but I’d listen to it through the whole story but id if it matches up and the story is sort of short,sorry)

Warnings:Cas being a dick(verbal abuse kind of) 

Pairing:Dean x Reader, some Castiel x reader 

Word Count: 1,029

A/N: Okay so I didn’t finish this so I’ll just turn it into two parts if you all want just please let me know through an ask/message or a comment on the post. Also you could like/reblog. This was really fun to write and I’m glad @loveitsallineed decided to do the challenge thank you for that love, and conrats! Hope you enjoy!

Y/N/N : your nickname


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Summary: Reader and Dean both have crushes on each other, but refuse to admit it. Cas and Sam decide the reader will fake date Cas to make Dean jealous, but when the reader gets injured on a hunt, they admit their feelings to each other.

A/N: This was my first imagine, i’m just posting it here so that notes can be made on it. I’ll probably post all of my original imagines again so notes can be made :) I’m working on some new stuff for you guys, gonna try and get one up tonight or tomorrow morning.

“I think I found something!” Sam called out triumphantly from the library of the bunker. I stood up and walked around the table to stand behind Sam, and read the old and tattered newspaper on the ancient and supposedly haunted house.
“Guess it must be a vengeful spirit then. Now we just need to find the bones to salt and burn them,” I said, relieved to finally know what we were dealing with. Sam smiled tiredly at me.

“Since we’re done with the research, do you wanna watch a movie? To take your mind off of things?” Sam offered as he scraped his chair back and stood up.

Sam was my best friend, and he was the only person I had told about my not so little crush on Dean. He had encouraged me to confess my feelings to Dean, and insisted that he believed Dean felt the same way, but I was skeptical, and refused to admit my emotions to him. Considering he was out at a bar and probably hitting on random girls, instead of doing research with Sam and I, I highly doubted he even felt the same way, but Sam still insisted I talk to Dean.
“No thanks Sam, I’m just gonna go to sleep” I replied, saying goodnight to Sam as he smiled before hugging me and then walking into the kitchen.

I sighed, turning and beginning to walk past the base of the stairs. When Dean suddenly stumbled through the door of the bunker with a random girl clinging onto his arm, giggling profusely and trailing her hands down Dean’s arm constantly.

Dean was grinning widely and led her down the stairs and into the library, tripping over his feet as he stepped off of the last step and stumbling forward, crashing into me, causing me to stumble backwards.

The lanky blonde beside him fell down, too intoxicated to catch herself before crashing to the ground. Dean was leaning on me heavily, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the girl he brought home from the bar was struggling to stand back up in her high stilettos and drunken state. I pushed Dean off of me, rolling my eyes as he protested and tried to hug me. I pushed him off me and walked away toward the kitchen, my previous decision of going to my bedroom abandoned.

“No Y/N wait” Dean called after me, before I hear the blonde yell at him to help her off the ground. I walked into the kitchen and sat on the counter, ignoring the questioning look Sam was giving me, as we listened to the shouts of Dean and the girl before eventually hearing the door to the bunker slam shut and Dean’s footsteps retreating back down the steps and into his room. I sighed as I looked down, until I heard the familiar flutter of wings that signified Castiel had entered the room. I glanced up at Sam and Cas, who were both staring at me, Sam with a pitiful look on his face and Cas who looked confused and thoughtful, as if he had a possible solution for a difficult problem.

“It’s alright Y/N, he’s drunk, you know Dean. He’s just stressed from the job, we’ve all had these nights” Sam said, staring at me with such care and worry for my emotions, but I couldn’t help but feel the desire for it to be Dean comforting me, even though he was the one who caused me this emotional pain in the first place.

“Y/N, I know it doesn’t seem like it, but Dean really does care for you. Maybe if you just talked to him…” 

“Sam if he liked me this way he wouldn’t bring home girls every second night! I’m just a friend to him, nothing more nothing less.” I snapped back at Sam, rolling my eyes.

“Y/N, I know it doesn’t seem likely but I think Sam has a point. I’ve seen the way Dean looks at you, it is different from the way he looks at Sam and me and all the girls he sees and talks to.” Said Cas thoughtfully.

“I just don’t understand why he would go out with other girls when he harbors these feelings for you” Cas muttered, looking at me with a confused expression on his face. 

“Maybe he’s trying to make you jealous” suggested Sam with a small smile on his face.

“Yeah, I wish” I sighed.

“If he is trying to make you jealous, maybe you should also do that. If you pretended to date someone I guarantee Dean will be all over you.” Sam exclaimed triumphantly.

“So you’re saying I should just fake date someone to make Dean jealous? Who? I don’t exactly know many guys except for you and Cas” I said skeptically.

“I would happily fake date you if it will assist in getting you and Dean together” offered Castiel. “I’m not sure how to engage in a proper romantic human relationship, but I suppose since Dean is so infatuated with you it would not be hard to persuade him our relationship is real and cause him to regret not acting upon his feelings for you” said Cas, making Sam laugh.

“Alright, in the morning we begin project get Dean and Y/N together. I’ll feed him the false information about your new found love, and you two act like the adorable fake couple you are,” said Sam before grinning and walking out of the room. Cas and I smiled at each other before leaving the kitchen.
The next morning, I walked out of my room and into the kitchen. Yawning, I began to make some coffee, knowing the brothers would want some as soon as they woke up, especially since Dean would have a massive hangover.

"Morning Y/N” “Hey Sammy” I replied, pouring the coffee into three mugs, and passing one to Sam. I heard loud groaning from the doorway, and glanced up to see Dean walking slowly through the doorway, one hand clutching his head.

“Might want to take some aspirin Dean, we’re heading out later today to salt and burn the bones of the spirit haunting the house” Sam called out.

“Shut up Sammy, this headache is killing me” groaned Dean, gratefully taking the coffee and aspirin I offered him. 

After breakfast, we all got in the impala and Dean began driving towards the cemetery. I was sitting in the backseat, and Sam was in shotgun. 

“Hey Y/N, how are you and Cas going?” Asked Sam with a slight smirk on his face.

“Actually Sam, he asked me to be his girlfriend last night. So I guess I’m not single anymore!” I said with a smile on my face. Dean’s hands tightened around the steering wheel slightly, and he swerved slightly into the neighboring lane. 

“What? Come on Y/N you can’t be serious! Of all people and supernatural beings, Cas?” He shouted.

“Calm down Dean! I don’t see why it matters to you who I date, and besides, Cas is really sweet and likes me for who I am.” I argue, defending Cas. Dean sighed, and glanced at me briefly in the rearview mirror before setting his eyes back on the road and continuing to drive. Suddenly we heard wings in the car.
“Hello Y/N” said a gruff voice next to me.

“Hey Cas!” I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Cas half smiled at me and moved closer to me on the back seat, before awkwardly placing his arm around my shoulder, glancing down at me for my approval of his actions. I gave him a small nod and a smile, before leaning into him. He was stiff beneath me, as if he didn’t know how to react. “Relax babe,” I laughed, causing Dean to scoff and roll his eyes. Sam smirked again, before telling Dean to take the turnoff to get to the cemetery.
Once we arrived at the graveyard, we all piled out of the car. Dean refused to look at Cas and me as we held hands and stood to the side as Sam and Dean grabbed what we needed from the trunk. Once he had grabbed a shovel, he turned and pushed it into Castiel’s chest, causing him to let go of my hand to grab the shovel. I shot him an apologetic smile before walking over to Sam to get the salt off of him.

"Y/N, if you can’t see that he likes you now, seeing as he is acting like he is hating Cas at the moment, then I don’t know what will persuade you.” Sam said insistently, handing me the salt.

“I don’t know Sam, he might just be in a bad mood,” I suggested. 

"He was fine before you told him you were dating Cas” Sam said, before beginning to walk towards where Dean and Cas had already located the grave and had begun digging. There was obvious tension between the two of them as Dean completely ignored Castiel’s presence. Cas looked as if he didn’t know how to react to Dean’s angry behavior towards him. I trailed after Sam holding the salt in one hand while using the other to brush my hair off my face. 

Once the grave was completely dug up, Sam poured the gas and salt over the body and I pulled the lighter out of my pocket. I began flipping it, struggling to get a flame. 

“Y/N look out!” My head shot up and I began to spin around when I heard Sam’s shout when suddenly I was flung forward and through the air. I hit a tree nearby to the grave and crumpled to the floor, my vision going cloudy and my head throbbing. I tried to stand up but my arms wobbled and I collapsed back on the ground in a heap. My eyes stared to close and I struggled to stay awake. I could vaguely see Sam swinging an iron rod at the ghost and Cas fling the lighter, which had now produced a flame, onto the bones which resulted in the ghost going up in a blaze of orange and red flames. My eyes closed once again, and I resisted the urge to slip into unconsciousness as I saw a third figure, Dean, running towards me and shouting my name. Dean wrapped his strong arms around my legs and shoulders and lifted me up against his strong chest.

“Stay awake Y/N, please stay awake. Your gonna be ok, it’s gonna be ok…” Dean sounded close to tears as he cradled me to his chest and began to run towards the impala, shouting out to Sam to start the car. I let my head rest on his warm chest and listened to his steady and rhythmic heartbeat. I resisted the urge to let my eyes close once more, staring up into Dean’s worried face, before I couldn’t resist any longer, and my eyes closed, before I slipped into a deep unconscious state, just barely hearing Dean shout at me to stay awake before completely blacking out.
“Are you sure she’s gonna be ok? She should’ve woken up by now Sammy!” I stirred from my deep sleep, hearing the sound of Dean’s worried voice just meters away from my bed. I hear Sam sigh. 

“She should be fine Dean, I think she should wake up soon anyway” he said, sounding slightly less worried than Dean.

“And if she doesn’t? I can’t lose her Sammy, I’ve already lost so many people. I’ve practically lost her to freaking Cas already, but if she died? I couldn’t live with myself” I opened my eyes, squinting against the light in the dim room. We were back at the bunker, and I was laying on my bed with the blankets pulled over me. Dean turned his head and caught sight of me, and when he saw I was awake, he quickly walked over to the bed.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you’re ok. How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” Dean stumbled over his words as he made sure I was alright. I gave a small laugh, causing me to wince slightly at the pain in my head. Dean noticed and quickly grabbed some aspirin and a glass of water off of the bedside table and offered them to me, while Sam quietly walked out of the room and shut the door. I smiled and thanked Dean before swallowing the tablets. 

“How are you feeling?” Dean enquired, sitting beside me on the bed and frowning slightly down at me.

“I’m fine Dean, honestly. Just have a small headache, but I’ll be perfectly fine and ready to hunt again tomorrow” I smiled, but it dropped from my face upon seeing Dean’s incredulous expression.

“Are you kidding me Y/N? You could’ve died, and you’re all set to go back out hunting tomorrow? I could’ve lost you, and Sammy and I can’t lose any more people. And Cas doesn’t deserve to lose you either…” Dean trailed off, his shouting voice getting quieter as he sighed and rubbed his hand down his face.

“Look Dean, Cas and I aren’t really dating” I trailed off, sighing. “Truth is, I like you. A lot. And I was too afraid to tell you but…” I was cut off by Dean’s soft lips pressing against my own. Our lips moved in sync, and after a few seconds we pulled away from each other and rested our foreheads together.

“I’ve been waiting to hear you say that for so long,” breathed Dean, as he smiled down at me.

“I love you Y/N,” he whispered, staring into my eyes, his own filled with compassion and love towards me.

“I love you too” I smiled up at him, pulling him back down by his neck to connect our lips once more, feeling complete and content at last.

Written for Riz’s prompt: Sam and Cas getting drunk and talking about Dean. Cas reveals his feelings for Dean to Sam.

(Kind of a 9x10 coda)

Sam hasn’t been this drunk in a long time.

No, but seriously, a long time.

Squinting, the hulk of a man stumbles from the kitchen, dropping onto a chair with a loud ‘thump’ as Castiel watches him almost fall off the piece of furniture, eyes that would have once been alert and bird-like now soft and slightly unfocused from all the alcohol. He snorts as Sam’s eyes widen, the hunter giggling to himself. “Woah.”

“Woah, indeed.”

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anonymous asked:

OMG Dean getting shit from sam and everyone over the hickeys all over his neck that he got from Cas

love this!!!! i hope you enjoy this awkward piece of writing i put together here c:

Dean wipes his hand over the foggy mirror to squint at his reflection. He thinks he could go without a shave for another couple of days, he doesn’t mind the scruff. Cas doesn’t mind it either.

He and Cas have finally stopped tiptoeing around each other, but they’re still tiptoeing around Sam and Charlie. They’ve talked about their feelings a little, even though they were both fairly reluctant and awkward at first, and after some arguing they decided to stay in the closet about this… together.

Dean knows it’s weird to not tell his brother and his best friend, but he only just recently came to terms with his feelings and has no idea how to explain any of this coherently enough. Even though he’s pretty sure Sam and Charlie already know how he and Cas feel about each other it’s still his responsibility to tell them, okay? Okay.

Dean does feel comfortable doing a lot more things regarding his feelings towards Cas now that they’re out to each other though. For example, Dean can kiss Cas now, which is one of his new favourite things.

Like just yesterday, when Cas came in from the small garden that they had planted out back behind the bunker, his t-shirt was clinging to his skin, allowing Dean to see the contour of his toned muscles, and there was a light sheen of sweat on his neck and collar, and he smelled like top soil (and not the gross manure kind ew), but just like fresh earth and something sweet like fresh cut grass, and it heightened something that was already so intrinsically Cas it drove Dean so crazy he just had to kiss him. One thing lead to another and they were eventually making out in Dean’s room.

So now Dean is standing in the steamy bathroom, humming Bad Moon Rising as he brushes his teeth, when he finally notices the bright purplish-redish marks all over his neck. His eyes widen and he drops his tooth brush into the sink, splattering toothpaste foam all over the basin. “Shit, Cas,” Dean murmurs.

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Shut Up and Drive! (Part One)

                                        Shut Up and Drive! (Part One)


‘Anything?’ Dean asked as he entered the living room, kissing the top of my head. The boys have been staying at my cabin since the attack at Bobby’s, we were trying to find some way to kill this demon.
‘Define anything?’ I asked, stretching. Looking at the clock it was now 2am.
‘You have something?’ He asked surprised
‘A higher tolerance to caffeine than I would like. And the ability to deal with sleep deprivation better than one should.’ I sighed, he laughed.
‘Coming to bed?’ He asked, I looked over at Sam, feeling bad I was about to abandon him.
‘Go on. I won’t be far off myself.’ He smiled tiredly. I nodded, looking over at Bobby who had already fallen asleep reading a book. One of the few we had managed to salvage from the burnt down ruins of his home. Dean didn’t need to be told a second time, he grabbed my hand pulling me up, kissing me on the lips and dragging me to bed.

Things between us have been good, it is amazing what comes to light when you think you have lost it all. Several weeks ago we had both thought we had lost the other, taken out by this damn demon. Stupidity, guilt and what ifs still consumed me. But we were good. I pulled on my pj’s and climbed into bed, snuggling up to Dean, his arms wrapped around me. I sighed, contented. Which then set him off, his grip around me tightened. He kissed me on my head, forehead then lips.
‘I love you Y/N.’ He said quietly, his lips moving against mine.
‘I love you too Dean.’ His hand ran down my side, pulling me in tighter. I kissed him back, moaning slightly.
‘How tired are you exactly?’ He murmured.
‘Oh I will be a wake for a little bit yet.’ I grinned cheekily,
‘That’s what I like to hear.’ He laughed, pulling me onto him. He kissed me again, deeper and more passionately than before. I responded kissing him back, nibbling on his lip. I heard him groan. It didn’t take long to lose the pyjamas. It was almost a nightly and morning ritual since we got back together. The addiction we were forming to each other probably wasn’t healthy, but after everything it seemed to fix it, help us feel more relaxed and well just coping better in general.

I fell asleep later, my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. I woke up a few hours later with what could only be described as a ‘Duh Me’ moment. I looked over at Dean who was still sleeping. I tried to sneak out of his arm, but in feeling me shift he only pulled me in tighter. Placing a kiss on my shoulder in his sleep, before drifting back into a deep sleep. I waited a few minutes and tried again. This time succeeding, I pulled on some leggings and a baggy sweater. I headed downstairs to the living room.

Sam was asleep where we left him last night, as was Bobby. I made a coffee, grabbed my laptop and a blanket and headed outside. The mist and fog through the woods was beautiful, especially this time of the year, I settled into the swinging seat and got to work.

Years ago I had met a priest who worked for the Catholic Church, Father Gregory dealt with possessions and blessings. But he was also the go to man for the Supernatural within the Church. He had contacts at the Vatican. They had a collection of books older than time itself.

I emailed Father Gregory, asking if he knew anything or could point us in the right direction. Cas was coming up blank, and at the moment this was all we had. Placing my laptop on the table I sat back, curling up in the quiet, enjoying the coziness of it all.

About half an hour later Dean came out 2 coffees in hand.
‘Refill?’ He asked, handing me the cup, climbing under the blanket. I cuddled up to him, his body is like a hot water bottle. Dean kissed my head and enjoyed the morning with me. It was such a normal couple thing do. I sighed, the reality of what was to come setting in.
‘Shits going to hit the fan, you know that right.’ I told him. I felt him stiffen, we had so far avoided the reality that came with this demon. We both knew what was coming, so far she had control over so many demons, each of us having had a close encounter, too close for comfort.
‘I don’t want you around when it does.’ He told me, I could hear the fear and pain in his voice,
‘That’s a non-negotiable factor in this Dean. When it comes to a head, it will be all hands on deck. At this point, the apocalypse was a cake walk compared to her. I mean seriously Lucifer was sane.’ Dean groaned and grumbled something. He knew I was right. Hearing the door open we looked up to find Bobby, Sam and Cas.

‘Hey.’ I said looking at them. Sam sat on the table, Bobby leaning against the pole. Cas just standing there.
‘We can’t keep hiding.’ Bobby admitted
‘I don’t know, the quiet life isn’t half bad.’ I joked. Dean gave me a squeeze.
‘We can’t attack either.’ Sam grumbled.
‘What do we know?’ Dean asked,
‘She has no name, one of the first demons, controls almost all demons, and wants to end life on earth.’
‘The angels are ready for battle.’ Cas commented.
‘Why?’ I asked him surprised, he looked confused.
‘They happily wanted the apocalypse, this is basically the same thing. Just with a chick instead of Lucifer. Oh my God!’ I added, annoyed ‘they are a bunch of sexist douchbags.’ I stated. Dean sniggered, Sam smirked and Cas looked confused, I heard Bobby muttering under his breath.
‘No, Lucifer’s apocalypse was meant to happen. This demon is supposed to be dead, God did not want this. They will help stop it.’

I heard my mobile ringing, weird no-one knew this number. I ducked inside to answer it. I checked the number it was blocked.
‘Solomon will force the hand.’
‘Father?’ I asked, unsure. The voice too young.
‘Gregory cannot help.’ And the line went dead. My blood ran cold, something was wrong. I started dialling, calling anyone and everyone who knew the Father. I flew outside, booting up my laptop, I checked my emails. Nothing,
‘Y/N?’ Sam asked, watching me panic, Dean was already out of the seat.
‘Baby?’ No-one was answering. I swore, trying another number. The place I knew him to be was at the St. Peters Church, South Carolina.
‘Babe!’ Dean said more forcefully, trying to get my attention.
‘Something’s wrong.’ I told them, explaining the call. Cas’ face changed, ‘You know him?’ I asked, Cas nodded.
‘I have worked with him in the past, a man of great faith.’ He remarked.
‘He wouldn’t not answer me.’ I said softly ‘Can you find out if he’s alive at least?’
‘Is there a way of finding out if he is dead?’ Bobby asked.
‘Angel radio.’ I looked at Cas, he nodded. ‘There is no way, if in heaven he could slip through the gaps.’
‘So what does “Solomon will force the hand” mean?’ Sam asked.
‘Solomon was supposedly given a ring, with it he could control demons, talk to animals and other things.’ Bobby told us,
‘But it hasn’t been seen for centuries. And there are so many different images of what it looks like.’ I sighed, trying another number. ‘Why the hell isn’t anyone answering?’ I yelled, frustrated.
‘I’m heading to South Carolina.’ I declared.

Feels like high school all over again (Part 1)

A/N: So I wrote this as a way of coping with all the stress that comes with a high school prom, and yes, I do worry about those things. I really hope you like it because is the first time I do this and I don’t know what to expect so here goes nothing…

Summary: Dean takes you to prom but you can’t take a free night from the hunter’s life, it doesn’t matter is prom night

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“No freaking way” you said staring at your laptop screen

“What is it? Did you find something on the spell?” Dean asked lifting his eyes from the book he was reading.

“No, it’s just that…” you looked at him and laugh, leaving a confused expression on the hunter’s face

“What? What is it?” he asked standing up from his chair and walking around the table to look at your screen “’you are invited to the 15 year high school reunion’” he read “what’s so funny about?”

“Well” you said catching your breath “being in high school and having a hunter dad isn’t the best combination…”

“Tell me about it” Dean said

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clairenovk asked you:fml i cant remember what else is on the list but can i request sickfic bc i am an ass????????
guinecas asked you:sick!cas; blanket burrito of the lord





“Oh my god, just eat the damn soup, asshole.”

“I don't want the soup.” Cas rolls over on the bed so his back is facing Dean, and Dean huffs out a sigh through his nose. “I am dying, Dean.”

“You just have a fucking cold.”

Dying,” Cas insists, and Dean hears muffled laughter from behind them. Sam, probably.

Cas attempts to throw a pillow at him, but the pillow just flops a few feet sort of lifelessly. Cas glares at his hands, then rolls over again, pulling his blankets up around his ears.

Dean sighs and puts the soup on his bedside table. “Whatever. Stay sick for all I care.”

He stands up to go, but then Cas rolls over, all bloodshot eyes and fluffy hair, and looks at him like he’s astonished and hurt by Dean’s betrayal. “Dean. You can't go. I'm dying.

“You’re just sick. Get some sleep, eat some soup, it’ll all blow over.”

“Yes, but,” Cas is floundering a little, looking puzzled. “I'm sick.

“Doesn’t mean I have to hang out here all day and get sick too,” Dean points out.

“Yes, you do,” Cas insists. Dean groans.


Dean,” Cas says. Dean tries not to look at him, because the combination of puppy eyes and Cas looking sick as hell would probably bowl him over in two seconds, he is so fucking whipped.

“Eat your soup and I’ll stay,” Dean bargains, and stands up to go get the remote.

Cas smiles.

(Dean doesn’t even complain when Cas refuses to let him change the channel because that fascinating commercial with the expanding hose is on again, Dean.)