desperate angels

Dean’s cards

Dean has used the “family” card with Cas many times. Sometimes he’s used it when talking to Cas himself, and sometimes Cas hasn’t been present when Dean’s said it. In season 11, Cas was told by the angel Ambriel and Amara that he was expendable; he even let Lucifer possess him because he felt that way. If he got himself killed, “no big loss” as Ambriel put it. We know Dean didn’t feel that way about Cas because we saw him; we saw his desperation to get Cas back since he found out Cas was possessed. However, Cas never saw any of that. That’s why when season 12 started Cas still wasn’t sure whether he belonged or not.  

This is what he told Mary in 12x03:

MARY: Castiel? After you left heaven, when did it start to feel like… like you fit, like you… belonged here?

CASTIEL: Well, I’m still not sure I do.

It was really painful to think that after so much Cas has been through with the Winchester, he wasn’t sure of his place in the family. The good thing was that season 12 was meant to correct that. It was a season for Cas to understand once and for all that he’s not an expendable tool to the Winchesters, especially not to Dean. 

However, to explain how and when exactly Cas realized that he did belong, let me show you all the cards Dean has used with Cas and how meaningless or meaningful they have been to help Cas feel welcomed and loved or not.

The first time Dean told Cas something that had to do with family was in season 6. The problem was that it seemed to be a privilege given under certain terms. If Cas didn’t do what Dean wanted him to, then he wasn’t family at all. To be put in the category of “family” he had to conform. There was no unconditional love for Cas at the time and Cas felt it. This was the interaction between Dean and Cas in 6x20:

DEAN: Look, next to Sam, you and Bobby are the closest things I have to family – that you are like a brother to me. So, if I’m asking you not to do something… You got to trust me, man.

CASTIEL: Or what?

DEAN: Or I’ll have to do what I have to do to stop you.

Cas understood the condition behind the so-called family label. “If you don’t do as I say, I’ll have to kill you if it’s necessary to stop you.”

That first use of “family” didn’t work at all. In fact, it totally backfired two episodes later when Dean used the “family” card for the second time. This happened in 6x22:

DEAN: Listen to me. Listen, I know there’s a lot of bad water under the bridge, but we were family once. I’d have died for you. I almost did a few times. So if that means anything to you… Please. I’ve lost Lisa, I’ve lost Ben, and now I’ve lost Sam. Don’t make me lose you too. You don’t need this kind of juice anymore, Cas. Get rid of it before it kills us all.

CASTIEL: You’re just saying that because I won. Because you’re afraid. You’re not my family, Dean. I have no family.

Of course Cas felt he had no family. Dean said “we were famiy” as in “we’re not anymore because you stepped out of the condition I’d given you”. A person is supposed to be loved without “ifs”, and at that point, Cas knew Dean’s offer of “family” didn’t come free of conditions. Besides, let’s notice that Cas wasn’t using the plural “you” when he said “You’re not my family”. He was using the singular “you” since he addressed Dean directly by name.

After everything that happened in season 6, it took a lot for Dean and Cas to reconstruct their relationship. Dean didn’t try the “family” card again in a very long time. However, when his feelings were too overwhelming, he made use of two different cards: “home” and “I need you”. He used both cards for the first time in Purgatory, in 8x02:

DEAN: Cas, we’re getting out of here. We’re going home.

CASTIEL: Dean, I can’t.

DEAN: You can. Benny, tell him.

BENNY: Purgatory has an escape hatch, but I got no idea if it’s angel-friendly.

DEAN: We’ll figure it out. Cas, buddy, I need you.


DEAN: And if Leviathan want to take a shot at us, let ‘em. We ganked those bitches once before. We can do it again.

CASTIEL: It’s too dangerous.

DEAN: Let me bottom-line it for you. I’m not leaving here without you. Understand?

CASTIEL: I understand.

This was the first time Dean Winchester decided to show Cas unconditional love. Dean wasn’t getting anything in return for trying to save Cas. On the contrary, they didn’t know if their escape hatch was angel-friendly, as Benny said it. Taking Cas with him was dangerous for Dean, but he didn’t care; he just knew that he would not leave Purgatory without his angel. He didn’t use the “family” card, but the cards he chose along with his actions were a lot more meaningful.

The third time Dean used the “family” card was in the crypt scene in 8x17. Cas was being mind-controlled and Dean was trying to break through before Cas could actually kill him. We all remember the words:

DEAN: Cas. Cas. I know you’re in there. I know you can hear me. Cas… It’s me. We’re family. We need you. I need you.

If you notice, Dean used the “I need you” card for the second time, too. It wasn’t the first time Dean had said those words to Cas. The first was in Purgatory and Cas knew Dean wasn’t getting anything in return back then. Dean honestly meant how much he needed Cas, just as in the crypt scene Dean wasn’t just begging for his life, he was actually confessing he needed Cas. He used the “family” card after almost two seasons because this time there wasn’t any condition attached to the label. Maybe that’s why this time it worked. Cas listened, and Naomi’s control was broken.

The third time Dean used the “I need you” card Cas didn’t hear him. It was in 9x01 when Dean was praying to him without knowing that Cas was human.

DEAN: Cas, are you there? Sammy’s hurt. He’s hurt, uh – he’s hurt pretty bad. And, um… I know you think that I’m pissed at you, okay? But I don’t care that the angels fell. So whatever you did or didn’t do, it doesn’t matter, okay? We’ll work it out. Please, man, I need you here.

That was the first time he used a new card as well, the “we’ll work it out” one. This time Dean didn’t want his words to sound like his feelings were attached to a condition. He wanted Cas to understand that the fact he might have messed up regarding the angels fall didn’t really matter to Dean; Cas still meant a lot to him… Dean still needed him and he knew they would find a way to fix things as they always did. It’s a shame Cas didn’t hear him!

The fourth time Dean included Cas as his family, Cas wasn’t there to hear either. Dean was talking to Kevin in 9x02:

DEAN: Because you’re family. After all the crap we’ve been through, after all the good that you’ve done… man, if you don’t think that we would die for you… I don’t know what to tell you. Because you, me, Sam and Cas, we are all we’ve got. But hey, if none of that matters to you, then I won’t stop you.

Cas wasn’t even present, but of course Dean mentioned him as part of the family. How could he not?

More than two years passed before Dean called Cas ‘family’ again. And Cas wasn’t even there to listen. He was possessed by Lucifer, and Dean was desperate to save his angel. This is what happened in 11x18:

DEAN: We’re not gonna send Lucifer into battle inside Cas. What if he doesn’t make it?

SAM: Dean, it’s a strong vessel. It’s held Cas for years, and we know what he’s been through. I’m guessing it can hold Lucifer.

DEAN: “It”? It’s not an “it,” Sam. It’s Cas.

SAM: And Cas wanted to do this.

DEAN: Yeah, well, there’s times I want to get slapped during sex by a girl wearing a Zorro mask. That don’t make it a good idea.

SAM: Dean, this is exactly how we screw ourselves. W-We make the… the heart choice instead of the smart choice.

DEAN: Oh, okay. Thank you, Dr. Phil. Cas is family.

SAM: Yes, and his choice deserves to be respected.

DEAN: Even if it kills him?

After the audience witnessed Amara and Ambriel saying Cas was expendable, it was refreshing to see Dean acknowledging Cas as family. The only problem was that Cas was called expendable to his face, so he needed to be reassured face-to-face that he was family. No matter how beautiful it was for us to hear Dean say it, Cas wasn’t there to listen. That’s how we got to 12x03, to the moment when Cas himself told Mary that he still wasn’t sure he belonged there (with the Winchesters).

In 12x10, Dean used the “family” card when talking about Cas again, but the angel wasn’t there to hear.

LILY: How did you find me?

SAM: We’re here to talk, that’s it. We come in peace. Just hear us out. We heard what happened to your family.

LILY: My family?

DEAN: See, Cas is our family, so we can’t let you hurt him.

By the end of the episode, Dean was given a choice between saving his life and saving Castiel’s. Cas was there to witness how Dean chose to risk his own life in order to protect Cas.  

DEAN: Don’t move *his hand hovering over the sigil to blast angels away*

ISHIM: Do it. You blast me away, you’ll blast away every angel in the room. I’ll survive. Castiel, on the other hand, he’s hurt. He might live or he might just end up a bloody smear on the wall. Roll the dice.

DEAN: *backs off*

Dean would have never done anything that could hurt Cas no matter how long they’d spent bickering in that very same episode.

All of this was leading to the big moment… the moment when Castiel would finally realize how much he meant to his family, the moment when he’d see he was loved without conditions. The moment he’d hear from Dean himself (and Sam) that Castiel wasn’t going to be left behind. This happened in episode 12x12, when Castiel got hurt and almost killed.

CASTIEL: Crowley’s right. You should go.

DEAN: Cas, come on.

CASTIEL: No, you listen to me. You– Look, thank you. Thank you. Knowing you, it… it’s been the best part of my life. And the things that… the things we’ve shared together, they have changed me. You’re my family. I love you. I love all of you. Just please… please, don’t make my last moments be spent watching you die. Just run. Save yourselves. And I will hold Ramiel off as long as I can.

DEAN: Cas, no.

CASTIEL: Yes. You need to keep fighting.

SAM: We are fighting. We’re fighting for you, Cas.

DEAN: And like you said, you’re family. And we don’t leave family behind.

The seventh time Dean used the “family” card was everything Cas needed to hear. In season 6 Castiel had told Dean specifically that he was not Cas’ family. Now 6 years later, Cas is saying the opposite. Not only is he calling the Winchesters family, but he’s also using the “I love you” card.

Dean isn’t ready to use the L word yet; the closest he got was giving Cas a mix tape. (Dean could say “I love you” to Mary in 12x22, though, so hopefully he’ll be more comfortable with the L word from now on). At least Dean’s continued to use other important cards like:

 Who knows what that crazy man was talking about. Let’s go home. (12x10)

We’ll work through our crap. We always do. (12x23)

It’s true that Cas sort of betrayed the Winchesters when he stole the Colt, but he did it to keep them safe. In 12x19, he called the angels ‘his men’, whereas Dean and Sam were ‘his friends, his family’. There’s a big difference! He started the season not sure of where exactly he belonged, but by the end of it, he was sure of something: he didn’t care about his reputation in Heaven anymore. All he cared about was protecting his family, the Winchesters. By the end of season 12, I’m sure he didn’t consider himself expendable in the eyes of the Winchesters anymore.

The only problem now is that… Cas is dead. We need him back… Dean needs him back ASAP. There are some cards Dean hasn’t used yet, but we’re getting there slowly. Facing the reality of losing Cas might give him another little push in the right direction. Let’s keep our fingers crossed for more than a mix tape in season 13!


Title: Beautiful

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Smutty smut smut. Oh, and a little bit of fluff.  

A/N: This is for Steph’s 300 Follower Challenge! Congrats to the magnificent @srj1990! My prompt was the song “Sick Like Me” by In This Moment. So, here it is! (GIF not mine)

Castiel’s eyes immediately locked on you and he busted through the motel room door, his tied already hanging loosely from his neck. The top buttons of his shirt were completely missing, hinting at his desperation. He needed to get it out, the hunt, the failure. He needed you.

He had always been subservient to the Winchesters, even if he hadn’t realized it, always coming at their every beck and call. When Dean prayed, he answered, always ready to serve. He had even put his own existence on the line for those two men, and he would for the rest of his life. They were his family.

But there was a secret side to the angel, a side that begged to lead. To command. It was borderline destructive. And the only human who truly benefited from that side was you.

Cas slammed the door behind you, not caring that the brothers were just a few doors down. His blue eyes darkened with lust as he gazed upon you, ready and waiting for him. He rushed towards your naked form, finally ripping his loosened tie from his neck and discarding it onto the floor. You sat on the edge of the bed, your gaze locked onto his.

His hand lowered, gripping the hair at the back of your head. “Stand,” he commanded as he lifted you to your feet. You groaned at the sweet burn from his grip.

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Some people just like to watch the world burn ;)

okay but here’s the thing: i want to watch the world burn

—and then i want someone broken and scarred to take a deep breath, look at the mess, and start building something new with all those ashes

bringing a character back from the dead is easy. it’s cheap. it’s the same old same old same old ‘true love conquers all (even death)’ and usually that’s not even the point of the story, so writers don’t go out of their way to make it interesting.

i love ‘starting again’ stories with all my heart, and the possibility of watching characters i’ve already been made to care about hit rock bottom and then claw their way back up just makes me so happy.


Title: Lingerie

Pairing: Lance Tucker x reader

Request: Hey 😊 Could I request one with Lance Tucker where the reader and him are in a relationship and he is away on a competition for a while and then he comes back earlier and surprises the reader with a gift, like new sexy lingerie he bought or Idk? 😏😊

A/n: I need opinion on this one, my first Lance Tucker smut, I don’t know if I’ll write another one? Another important thing is after this fic, i will not be writing for a while, maybe a week or a bit more, so as to take care of some personal family issues. Thank you for understanding

Warnings: NSFW, explicit Smut

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

Originally posted by maxinegunter

Your name: submit What is this?

You groaned, watching as the latest Jessica Jones episode rolled it’s credits. You pulled off your earphones, checking the clock on the nightstand. It was nearly eight at night, and it was only Tuesday. It was another damn week before your Olympian boyfriend’s competition ended. You cried out in frustration as it was another week without Lance or the mind blowing orgasms he was always sure to give you.

And that was when you heard it, the familiar sound of the door clicking open. You frowned, it couldn’t possibly be Lance, he told you last night over Skype that he still has another week to go before coming home. Could it be Hope? You remembered her visiting just a few days back. “Stupid fucking competition” you cursed, getting up from the bed and heading towards the hall, ready to greet Hope and another unproductive day of milkshakes and girl talk.

“Don’t you look sexy” you glanced up, squealing with joy and excitement as Lance stood at the door, his brown duffle bag in hand, and that smug smirk you had grown to love together with that man. “But you said another week, you fucking liar” you joked, pushing him as your boyfriend slid his hand down to your bare ass, squeezing the soft flesh.

“In my defence, I missed you” he replied, and picked up his duffle bag. “You just missed fucking me Tucker” you added, watching as he grinned, realizing where you were bringing this conversation to. “You missed my cock Angel?” He growled, licking his lips as you slid your hand down his chest, palming his half hard cock through his pants. “I want your cock Lance, please, I need it” you moaned, feeling him harden.

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anonymous asked:

I think it's horrifically sad that people genuinly believe that the only thing that has ever mattered for Cas is Dean. However the situation is now, heaven and the other angels were Castiel's FAMILY for millions of years. Just imagine the trauma and feelings of lonliness for a creature that old to not have a friend that shares his history, to speak of things that humans will just not GET. The writers have reduced Cas' entire world into just the Winchesters, and how is that a good thing?

I… don’t see any of this?

I don’t know of anything in canon that indicates that  “the only thing that has ever mattered for Cas is Dean.”

In fact, I’d dare say the exact opposite is true. Cas has always cared about humanity in general. He’s always had “too much heart.” (So said Samandriel) He’s always resisted obeying Heaven’s orders. (So said Naomi, and Hester, and… pretty much every angel who’s ever known him…)

Yes, those other angels, who were his FAMILY for millions of years, who reprogrammed him over and over again every time he showed that “too much heart.” Every time he tried to show the rest of them something greater than just following those orders, from trying to enforce some kind of “destiny.”

We get his disillusionment in full technicolor even as far back as 6.20– his sense of guilt, his sense of obligation to wrangle all the angels around to seeing the potential they’re missing out on.

CASTIEL No. No one leads us anymore. We’re all free to make our own choices and to choose our own fates.
RACHEL What does God want?
CASTIEL God wants you to have freedom.
RACHEL But what does he want us to do with it?

It must be the crack in his chassis, because he seems to be the only angel who really, truly understands this. He desperately wants the angels to just understand this, and they just… don’t. He despairs of them, yet still feels personally responsible for saving them from what Raphael plans to do. Maybe, just maybe, if he stops Raphael from restarting the apocalypse, then MAYBE the rest of the angels might learn to exercise the freedom (and free will) that he’s been trying to show them all along.

God doesn’t want them to do anything, he wants them to decide what to do for themselves.

And Cas is pretty much the only angel who really gets it.

And Sam and Dean (and especially Dean) has been there to help him through his disappointment, frustration, and disillusionment in dealing with Heaven, going all the way back to s4. We see it continue throughout s5 when Dean helps Cas after God essentially abandons all of creation, refusing to do anything about the apocalypse.

Cas was the ONLY angel willing to defy Heaven, Hell, Destiny, and GOD to save humanity. And he didn’t do it grudgingly. He CHOSE it, because it felt like the right thing for him to do. And then he immediately was thrown back into an impossible situation where he was being asked to do it all AGAIN.

And HE STILL CHOSE TO DEFEND HUMANITY, even against all of Heaven, on his own. Not because he was eager to save Heaven… but so that he could protect Dean.

I mean, that was his CHOICE.

I don’t think the writers are saying AT ALL that Cas feels bereft of a friend who truly understands him, or truly sympathizes with him, or that Cas laments the loss of the “family” that has done nothing but reject him and dismiss him and use him and abuse him for most of that very long life.

For a very long time he did feel guilty and a sense of obligation to help them, but that’s worn really thin over the last few years. There’s only so many times someone can be blatantly and forcefully rejected by one’s “family” before one gives that family the ol’ heave ho.

I don’t think the writers are trying to tell a story in which Cas is rejecting a loving and supportive family. We’ve been witnessing his trauma and feelings of loneliness for a long time. Heck, so much of his s10 arc (which still feels shunted off to the side toward the end of the season as the Darkness arc was being set up), and DEFINITELY his s11 arc were DIRECTLY ABOUT Cas’s sense of loneliness and abandonment and disconnect from his Heavenly family.

It was driven home with iron spikes in 11.02:

CASTIEL: Mercy, brother, please!
EFRAM: Brother? Ha! What are you?
CASTIEL: W-what? I’m an angel of the Lord.
EFRAM: That so? ‘Cause, near as I can tell, when you have to choose between heaven and the Winchesters …
JONAH: You choose them.
EFRAM: Every time. So, see, you’re not my brother. And if I had it my way, I’d take this blade, stick it in your heart … and call that a damn good day.

And if that wasn’t enough:

HANNAH: I saved you.
CASTIEL: No. I don’t think you did. I think that you told Efram and Jonah to bring me here and to hurt me, and so you arranged to – to … to burst in and save me. You were hoping that I would be so grateful that I would do anything you said, that I would tell you anything that you wanted to know. Why, Hannah? We were friends.
HANNAH: That was before you freed Metatron … Before … The other angels, they hate you.
CASTIEL: And what about you? Do you hate me?
EFRAM: (both Efram and Jonah enter the room again) It doesn’t matter. We took a vote – democracy in action – and … Hannah’s doing the job.
CASTIEL: I won’t give you Sam and Dean.
EFRAM: Sure you will.
JONAH: We’re gonna hack your brain.

This is that “family” you mentioned. This is the “family” that Cas has tried to protect Sam and Dean from since s4. He won’t just hand over Sam and Dean to them to be tortured and killed. Because that’s what they intended to do with Cas, so how much worse would it be for Sam and Dean?

It’s not like the angels have been working hard to support and accept and understand Cas. It doesn’t do a lot for his sense of guilt or loyalty to Heaven…

Then in 11.10:

Ambriel: Are you going to kill me?
Castiel: Is that what they say, that I kill angels?
Ambriel: Well, that’s the nicest thing they say. Well, maybe we can work together… so no-one murders anyone.


Castiel: I never wanted this, you know. To be hated by my own kind, I never-
Ambriel: Oh no, I don’t hate you, Castiel.
Castiel: Thank you.
Ambriel: I mean, we have a lot in common. Our names rhyme, that’s a big one. I look good in a trench coat too, and we’re both expendable.
Castiel: Excuse me?
Ambriel: Well, that’s why we’re here, right? I’m a number cruncher and you-you like I said, I’ve heard the stories. You help. But Sam and Dean Winchester are the real heroes. So if the Darkness is still alive and she’s pissed and she kills us, no big loss. So sure, maybe we’re not super important, but we do the job. I think there’s nobility in that.

and if that’s not enough, Amara rubs it in…

Amara: She’s right you know, you are expendable and weak. And why God took a special interest in you, I’ll never understand. My brother always did have horrible taste in men.

Cas’s Netflix binge in early s11, hiding out in the bunker at a time when that was the ONLY place he could turn. Heaven had fully rejected him. That family would rather he was DEAD than accept him back.

While I can understand why someone might feel hopeful that Cas had at least some part of his Heavenly family that he remained close with, like immigrants to a new country who feel culturally adrift but for the support of one’s family… but that’s not been Cas’s experience at all.

Keeping Count

Summary: Castiel tells Dean that he’s kept count of the times he’s slept with the reader, but perhaps that’ll work out in his favor after the two of them have fought.

Challenge: This is for @impalaimagining Friends Quote Challenge. My prompt is bolded, along with some of the lines of “I’ll be there for you”. I loved the idea for this challenge, thank you for allowing me to partake, Taylor!

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1095

Originally posted by moansmisha

“She just probably needs a breather, Cas. It happens.”

Dean hardly knew how to sort through his own troubles, let alone consolidating an angel. But wandering into the bunker library, he found Castiel staring a closed book on the shelf, mind occupied by the dispute between you and Castiel that ended poorly.

“You weren’t there. The look on her face,” Castiel’s eyes glistened at the mental image of your scrunched up, exasperated face. He collapsed onto one of the library’s chairs, his face falling into his hands propped up by his knees. “She told me she needed a break from me.”

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“Don’t dare a person who has nothing else left to lose.”
Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Kiss an Angel

Desperation is an act that involves the person in it to do things that they normally wouldn’t do. A good man who has done nothing wrong in his life might start looking into doing shady deals if it means is life would be restored to its former glory. When feeling trapped in society and unable to find a way out, that rope starts to look better and better. And it’s not just a recent occurrence. Mankind had done many unwise actions when desperate. A desperate act in history tat many know is with Hitler. Now why would he be connected with desperation? The reason. His people were desperate and turned to him for guidance. The Treaty of Versailles was killing them and they had nowhere to turn. Then Hitler showed up. He promised that he would make Germany great again. And why did the people accept his twisted ideas? They were desperate. I feel many aliens wouldn’t understand why we do what we do when we are desperate. They would understand the sinking feeling, the feeling of drowning, the feeling of wanting to get themselves safe no matter the cost. But hey who knows, they just might.

maniacalmole  asked:

I can't wait to see Crowley's eyes, either! Part of me, though, really hopes we DON'T see them until his glasses are knocked off in the burning bookstore. I think this was when they were revealed for the first time in the book, and it's super dramatic and badass. (I'm sending this as an ask bc the post you mentioned his eyes in was already pretty long)

I agree!! That scene is incredibly important and quite a bit of a reveal. I’ve actually been meaning to talk about this. Here’s a sketch to help visualize:

Poor kiddo.

I wouldn’t say he’s exactly badass here; actually I rather feel the exact opposite, but it’s an incredibly powerful scene. I have a lot of Thoughts on this, so more under the cut.

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The demon paced back and forth, worry heavy on his brow because the one he gave everything for - hisgracehiswingshishome - was late.  What if something happened to him?  Maybe the others discovered Dean hadn’t abandoned his brother, hadn’t left him to rot in hell or earth?  

Maybe they had him captured, tortured, punishing him for treating Sam like maybe he was still worth something.

Maybe he was waiting for Sam to save him - and then here was Sam, failing at that as he failed at -

“You’re not the prettiest when you scowl, ya’ know?”  A cheery voice broke into his not-so-cheery thoughts, and gold eyes met the bright vibrant greens of Dean.  Who was safe, and not harmed, and perfectly fine.

“You are here…”  He muttered, wide eyed, and Dean chuckled at himself, scratching the back of his head.

“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that, there was a hold up and -”

Dean didn’t finish his sentence, Sam pulling him into a desperate hug with the angel still upside down, his own, leathery, feather-less - graceless - wings folding around his brother as well.

“You had me worried.”  Sam mumbled, feeling stupid for the panic still zinging through him and were his shoulders shaking?

Dean just huffed softly, Sam flinching at the sound, ready to pull away but then Dean’s arms encircled his shoulders and head, the angel pressing a soft kiss to Sam’s chin and petting through frazzled brown hair.

“Nothing to fear, Sammy, I’m here, you’re here, and no angel in heaven or demon in hell can stop me from seeing you, ‘kay?”  Dean said, soft and gentle like a parent to a child and Sam curled in closer to Dean.

“I to you.”  Sam muttered, after a few minutes of enjoying the warmth that always gave him such comfort.  Dean pulled away at that, pressing another reassuring kiss to Sam’s forehead before coming to land on his feet, stretching his wings out and grinning.

“Alright, ‘nough of this corny shit, let’s go see a movie.”


au where sams a fallen angel turned demon and deans a sneaky bastard who always shirks his duties to visit sam bc sam was his favourite and the only angel dean ever considered his brother so fuck the rest sams chill af

A Room to Call Home

Characters: CastielXAngel!Reader ft. Sam and Dean Winchester

Word Count: 4013

A/N: One-shot request by anonymous – “I was wondering if you could do Cas meeting one of his oldest friends (an angel) and introducing them to the boys. Fluffy maybe??” An old friend seeks out Castiel on an errand to summon him home. Gender neutral reader. Humor and fluff with a suggestion of plot and a side of bacon (because everything is better with bacon).

Castiel roughly engaged the hand brake of the rickety borrowed brown truck as it lurched to a grinding halt. The metallic ting of the radiator reminded the angel he wanted to ask Dean to investigate that noise, along with the irksome vibration and strange burning smell recently emanating from the clutch. He distractedly traced the calloused pads of his fingertips along the worn curve of the steering wheel – although a slow and inefficient method of travel, he had come to enjoy the uninterrupted stretches of meditative solitude and passing minutia of detail driving afforded.

He might otherwise have winged right past the roadside attraction that purported to be the World’s Largest Ball of Twine without having paused for a few contemplative hours to unravel its significance. Likewise, the alleged birthplace of the Which came first, the chicken or the egg? controversy, along with the quaint one-room museum dedicated to the conundrum that boastingly housed the actual chair where the originator perched while hatching this riddle for the ages, would have gone entirely unnoticed by him. The answer, he determined, and sincerely attempted to explain to the wide-eyed gum-chewing teenaged museum curator, was that neither the chicken or the egg came first. After all, he reasoned, in the beginning, the very first of firsts, there was only light. Then eventually there was the slimy scaly flopping fish-like things that crawled from the oceans and after hundreds of thousands of years of evolution developed feathers. Chickens and eggs, as humanity knows them, and in no particular order, were no more than an afterthought. Mostly he wondered if the original owner of the ramshackle truck still missed it and wanted it back, albeit a little worse for the wear.

“Why have we stopped?” you interrupted his quiet reflection from your position in the passenger seat, squinting through the windshield at the ugly and dilapidated industrial building looming beyond the hazy glass.

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anonymous asked:

Genji nanoboosted and mercy watching her cyborg boyfriend

Well I don’t think Mercy would just be sitting by and watching. Genji’s about 80 times more likely to do something really stupid while nano-boosted so she’s probably desperately zooming after him while he zips around.

Genji: *charging into battle* Chikara ga minagitte kuru! Ryūjin no ken o kurae!
Mercy: *desperately guardian angel-ing after him* Oh my god be careful and—ahhhhh you nearly got sniped there and that’s a grenade you are not grenade-proof.

Genji: *dramatically sheathes his sword* Mizu no yō ni nagare.
Mercy: *covered in smoke stains and scratches and with one part of her ponytail smoldering from following him through an enemy clusterfuck* Why are you like this.

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Reader​ ​x​ ​Dean​ ​Winchester 

Request:​ ​Hey​ ​^^​ ​Do​ ​you​ ​write​ ​smut,too?​ ​I​ ​would​ ​request​ ​a​ ​fluffy​ ​Dean​ ​x​ ​reader,​ ​where​ ​the reader​ ​gets​ ​injured​ ​on​ ​a​ ​hunt​ ​and​ ​she​ ​almost​ ​dies​ ​in​ ​Deans​ ​arms,​ ​and​ ​in​ ​that​ ​moment​ ​he realizes​ ​how​ ​much​ ​he​ ​loves​ ​her​ ​and​ ​a​ ​really​ ​fluffy​ ​ending​ ​or​ ​,​ ​if​ ​you​ ​write​ ​smut,​ ​a​ ​very​ ​smuffy (fluffy​ ​smut​ ​😂)​ ​ending​ ​Love​ ​you​ ​😘

Requested​ ​by:​ ​the-wintergirl

Warnings:​ ​Canon​ ​typical​ ​violence 

Word​ ​Count:​ ​1,323

 A/N:​ ​Sorry​ ​but​ ​at​ ​this​ ​point​ ​in​ ​time​ ​I​ ​don’t​ ​write​ ​smut.​ ​Thank​ ​you​ ​for​ ​the​ ​request!​ ​I’m​ ​excited​ ​to post​ ​this​ ​as​ ​it’s​ ​my​ ​first​ ​official​ ​post​ ​for​ ​this​ ​blog.​ ​


You​ ​had​ ​thought​ ​that​ ​this​ ​hunt​ ​would​ ​be​ ​easy,​ ​a​ ​veritable​ ​milk​ ​run​ ​compared​ ​to​ ​stopping the​ ​​literal​​ ​end​ ​of​ ​the​ ​world,​ ​but​ ​you​ ​really​ ​should​ ​have​ ​known​ ​better​ ​considering​ ​the​ ​bad luck​ ​you​ ​and​ ​the​ ​Winchesters​ ​seemed​ ​to​ ​attract​ ​wherever​ ​you​ ​went.​ ​What​ ​had​ ​seemed to​ ​be​ ​a​ ​lone​ ​vampire​ ​had​ ​turned​ ​out​ ​to​ ​be​ ​a​ ​half​ ​dozen​ ​and​ ​the​ ​situation​ ​had​ ​quickly soured.​ ​If​ ​it​ ​wasn’t​ ​for​ ​the​ ​fact​ ​that​ ​both​ ​Sam​ ​and​ ​Dean​ ​had​ ​decided​ ​to​ ​accompany​ ​you, you​ ​probably​ ​would​ ​have​ ​been​ ​overrun​ ​the​ ​second​ ​you​ ​walked​ ​through​ ​the​ ​door.​ ​Even with​ ​them​ ​there​ ​you​ ​were​ ​still​ ​struggling,​ ​fending​ ​off​ ​two​ ​of​ ​the​ ​nest’s​ ​members​ ​while​ ​the brothers​ ​dealt​ ​with​ ​the​ ​others.

The​ ​pair​ ​you​ ​were​ ​fighting​ ​were​ ​cautious,​ ​darting​ ​back​ ​and​ ​forth,​ ​just​ ​out​ ​of​ ​your​ ​range, as​ ​they​ ​rained​ ​blows​ ​down​ ​upon​ ​you.​ ​The​ ​male​ ​vampire,​ ​apparently​ ​thinking​ ​that​ ​you weren't​ ​worth​ ​the​ ​effort,​ ​threw​ ​caution​ ​to​ ​the​ ​wind​ ​as​ ​he​ ​flung​ ​himself​ ​at​ ​you.​ ​You managed​ ​to​ ​block​ ​the​ ​attack​ ​and​ ​bring​ ​him​ ​down​ ​with​ ​a​ ​particularly​ ​vicious​ ​kick​ ​but before​ ​you​ ​could​ ​bring​ ​your​ ​blade​ ​down​ ​for​ ​the​ ​killing​ ​blow,​ ​the​ ​other​ ​one,​ ​a​ ​woman​ ​with a​ ​good​ ​six​ ​inches​ ​on​ ​you,​ ​caught​ ​your​ ​wrist.​ ​Despite​ ​your​ ​best​ ​efforts,​ ​she​ ​was​ ​slowly turning​ ​the​ ​machete​ ​towards​ ​you,​ ​so​ ​focused​ ​on​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​kill​ ​you​ ​that​ ​she​ ​didn’t​ ​even flinch​ ​when​ ​Dean​ ​rushed​ ​over​ ​to​ ​grapple​ ​with​ ​the​ ​vampire​ ​you​ ​had​ ​knocked​ ​over.​ ​Even as​ ​Dean​ ​decapitated​ ​his​ ​opponent,​ ​coating​ ​the​ ​both​ ​of​ ​you​ ​with​ ​fresh​ ​blood,​ ​she continued​ ​to​ ​push​ ​forward,​ ​snarling.​ ​Unfortunately​ ​you​ ​were​ ​only​ ​human​ ​and​ ​your​ ​arms finally​ ​gave​ ​out,​ ​the​ ​weapon​ ​sliding​ ​into​ ​your​ ​stomach​ ​with​ ​sickening​ ​ease. 

For​ ​a​ ​moment​ ​you​ ​felt​ ​nothing​ ​and​ ​then​ ​your​ ​whole​ ​world​ ​was​ ​nothing​ ​but​ ​pain,​ ​your​ ​lips parting​ ​in​ ​a​ ​silent​ ​scream.​ ​The​ ​Winchesters’​ ​twin​ ​cries​ ​of​ ​“Y/N!”​ ​sounded​ ​distant​ ​as​ ​you hit​ ​the​ ​ground,​ ​bloody​ ​hands​ ​clutching​ ​weakly​ ​at​ ​the​ ​machete’s​ ​handle.​ ​The​ ​bloodsucker offered​ ​no​ ​resistance​ ​as​ ​Sam​ ​hauled​ ​her​ ​off​ ​you​ ​to​ ​finish​ ​her,​ ​satisfied​ ​with​ ​the​ ​fatal wound​ ​she​ ​had​ ​inflicted​ ​upon​ ​you.​ ​Dean​ ​dropped​ ​to​ ​his​ ​knees​ ​besides​ ​you,​ ​cradling​ ​you in​ ​his​ ​arms​ ​as​ ​he​ ​prayed​ ​for​ ​the​ ​only​ ​one​ ​who​ ​could​ ​save​ ​you.

​“Dammit​ ​Cas,​ ​get​ ​your​ ​feathery​ ​ass​ ​down​ ​here!”​ ​His​ ​voice​ ​broke​ ​on​ ​the​ ​last​ ​word​ ​and you​ ​could​ ​feel​ ​his​ ​warm​ ​breath​ ​ghost​ ​across​ ​your​ ​cheeks​ ​as​ ​he​ ​switched​ ​from​ ​begging you​ ​to​ ​stay​ ​with​ ​him,​ ​to​ ​desperate​ ​pleas​ ​for​ ​angelic​ ​assistance.​ ​The​ ​last​ ​thing​ ​you​ ​heard before​ ​losing​ ​consciousness​ ​was​ ​the​ ​flapping​ ​of​ ​wings. 


The​ ​first​ ​thing​ ​you​ ​noticed​ ​when​ ​you​ ​woke​ ​up​ ​was​ ​that​ ​you​ ​were​ ​now​ ​back​ ​in​ ​your​ ​motel room,​ ​tucked​ ​into​ ​bed,​ ​all​ ​traces​ ​of​ ​your​ ​injury​ ​now​ ​gone.​ ​As​ ​you​ ​gradually​ ​became more​ ​aware​ ​of​ ​your​ ​surroundings​ ​you​ ​realized​ ​that​ ​Dean​ ​was​ ​seated​ ​at​ ​your​ ​bedside, one​ ​hand​ ​under​ ​his​ ​head​ ​and​ ​the​ ​other​ ​loosely​ ​curled​ ​around​ ​your​ ​own.​ ​Judging​ ​by​ ​the bags​ ​under​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​he​ ​had​ ​most​ ​likely​ ​kept​ ​watch​ ​over​ ​you​ ​until​ ​exhaustion​ ​had​ ​gotten the​ ​better​ ​of​ ​him.​ ​As​ ​worn​ ​out​ ​as​ ​he​ ​appeared,​ ​he​ ​still​ ​looked​ ​far​ ​more​ ​peaceful​ ​in​ ​his sleep​ ​than​ ​he​ ​did​ ​when​ ​awake​ ​and​ ​before​ ​you​ ​could​ ​stop​ ​yourself,​ ​your​ ​free​ ​hand​ ​came up​ ​to​ ​softly​ ​stroke​ ​your​ ​fingertips​ ​across​ ​his​ ​cheek.​ ​From​ ​there​ ​they​ ​slid​ ​into​ ​his​ ​hair, which​ ​was​ ​softer​ ​than​ ​you​ ​had​ ​expected​ ​it​ ​to​ ​be,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​continued​ ​to​ ​comb​ ​your fingers​ ​through​ ​it,​ ​only​ ​stopping​ ​when​ ​he​ ​began​ ​to​ ​stir.

​You​ ​pulled​ ​your​ ​hand​ ​back​ ​but​ ​it​ ​was​ ​too​ ​late​ ​as​ ​he​ ​was​ ​already​ ​lifting​ ​his​ ​head​ ​up, eyes​ ​bleary​ ​with​ ​sleep.​ ​The​ ​realization​ ​that​ ​you​ ​were​ ​finally​ ​awake​ ​had​ ​him​ ​sitting​ ​up, hand​ ​pulling​ ​away​ ​from​ ​yours​ ​to​ ​rub​ ​at​ ​his​ ​eyes.​ ​You​ ​couldn't​ ​help​ ​but​ ​miss​ ​the​ ​warmth​ ​it had​ ​radiated.

“So”,​ ​you​ ​spoke​ ​up​ ​tentatively,​ ​almost​ ​afraid​ ​to​ ​break​ ​the​ ​silence,”I’m​ ​guessing​ ​that​ ​Cas got​ ​there​ ​in​ ​time​ ​considering​ ​I’m​ ​not,​ ​y’know”,​ ​you​ ​made​ ​a​ ​vague​ ​gesture​ ​towards​ ​the spot​ ​where​ ​you​ ​had​ ​been​ ​stabbed,”dead.”​ ​Dean​ ​didn’t​ ​respond,​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​scanning​ ​your face​ ​as​ ​if​ ​he​ ​was​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​memorize​ ​it​ ​before​ ​locking​ ​onto​ ​your​ ​own​ ​eyes.​ ​There​ ​was​ ​an unidentifiable​ ​emotion​ ​behind​ ​his​ ​stare​ ​and​ ​you​ ​looked​ ​down,​ ​unable​ ​to​ ​maintain​ ​eye contact.​ ​You​ ​could​ ​hear​ ​rustling​ ​as​ ​he​ ​moved​ ​closer​ ​but​ ​it​ ​wasn’t​ ​until​ ​he​ ​placed​ ​a​ ​hand on​ ​your​ ​shoulder​ ​that​ ​you​ ​looked​ ​up. 

“You​ ​almost​ ​died​ ​today”,​ ​he​ ​said,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​frowned,​ ​preparing​ ​yourself​ ​for​ ​a​ ​lecture​ ​on how​ ​you​ ​needed​ ​to​ ​be​ ​more​ ​careful​ ​but​ ​to​ ​your​ ​surprise​ ​Dean​ ​pulled​ ​you​ ​in​ ​for​ ​a​ ​hug, resting​ ​his​ ​chin​ ​on​ ​top​ ​of​ ​your​ ​head.​ ​“I​ ​just,​ ​I​ ​don’t​ ​know​ ​what​ ​I’d​ ​do​ ​if​ ​I​ ​lost​ ​you.” 

Pulling​ ​back​ ​slightly,​ ​you​ ​gazed​ ​up​ ​at​ ​him.​ ​“I’m​ ​still​ ​here​ ​Dean”,​ ​you​ ​grinned​ ​at​ ​him,”and I​ ​don’t​ ​plan​ ​on​ ​leaving​ ​anytime​ ​soon.”​ ​Briefly​ ​reflecting​ ​on​ ​your​ ​near​ ​death​ ​experience, you​ ​came​ ​to​ ​a​ ​decision.​ ​But​ ​before​ ​you​ ​could​ ​say​ ​anything,​ ​Dean​ ​sat​ ​next​ ​to​ ​you​ ​on​ ​the bed,​ ​an​ ​unusually​ ​vulnerable​ ​expression​ ​on​ ​his​ ​face.

 ​“You​ ​might​ ​change​ ​your​ ​mind​ ​about​ ​leaving,​ ​you’re​ ​probably​ ​not​ ​gonna​ ​want​ ​to​ ​stick around​ ​after​ ​this.”In​ ​response​ ​to​ ​your​ ​confused​ ​look,​ ​he​ ​gave​ ​you​ ​a​ ​weary​ ​smile,​ ​which quickly​ ​became​ ​a​ ​pained​ ​grimace.​ ​”You​ ​know,​ ​holding​ ​you​ ​in​ ​my​ ​arms,​ ​watching​ ​you bleed​ ​out,​ ​not​ ​being​ ​able​ ​to​ ​do​ ​anything​ ​except​ ​​pray​,​ ​it​ ​made​ ​me​ ​realize​ ​something.”He was​ ​now​ ​looking​ ​at​ ​you,​ ​with​ ​such​ ​intensity,​ ​that​ ​for​ ​a​ ​second,​ ​you​ ​forgot​ ​how​ ​to breathe.​ ​Your​ ​heart​ ​was​ ​beating​ ​so​ ​rapidly​ ​that​ ​you​ ​felt​ ​as​ ​if​ ​it​ ​would​ ​burst,​ ​the anticipation​ ​of​ ​what​ ​he​ ​would​ ​say​ ​next​ ​almost​ ​too​ ​much​ ​to​ ​bear.

 “I​ ​love​ ​you.” 

You​ ​froze,​ ​unable​ ​to​ ​comprehend​ ​what​ ​he​ ​had​ ​said.​ ​Dean,​ ​taking​ ​your​ ​silence​ ​as​ ​a rejection,​ ​began​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​away,​ ​apologies​ ​already​ ​forming​ ​on​ ​his​ ​lips.”You​ ​probably​ ​want me​ ​to​ ​leave​ ​you​ ​alone​ ​now.​ ​I​ ​get​ ​it​ ​if​ ​you​ ​want​ ​to​ ​take​ ​off,​ ​I’ll​ ​let​ ​Sam​ ​and​ ​Cas​ ​kno-”,​ ​he stopped,​ ​caught​ ​off​ ​guard​ ​by​ ​your​ ​hand​ ​shooting​ ​out​ ​to​ ​snag​ ​his​ ​wrist. 

“Dean,​ ​wait”,​ ​you​ ​paused,​ ​strengthening​ ​your​ ​resolve,”I​ ​love​ ​you​ ​too.”

 “You​ ​do?”,​ ​he​ ​asked,​ ​lips​ ​curling​ ​into​ ​a​ ​smile.​ ​You​ ​nodded​ ​shyly,​ ​biting​ ​down​ ​on​ ​your​ ​lip as​ ​you​ ​took​ ​in​ ​the​ ​look​ ​of​ ​pure​ ​joy​ ​and​ ​adoration​ ​on​ ​his​ ​face.​ ​His​ ​eyes​ ​flicked​ ​down​ ​to look​ ​at​ ​your​ ​mouth​ ​before​ ​moving​ ​back​ ​up​ ​as​ ​the​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you​ ​leaned​ ​in​ ​closer.​ ​Your​ ​hand moved​ ​up​ ​from​ ​its​ ​place​ ​on​ ​his​ ​wrist,​ ​trailing​ ​up​ ​his​ ​arm​ ​to​ ​rest​ ​on​ ​his​ ​shoulder.​ ​You cupped​ ​his​ ​chin​ ​in​ ​your​ ​other​ ​hand,​ ​your​ ​fingers​ ​trembling​ ​slightly​ ​as​ ​his​ ​own​ ​hands settled​ ​on​ ​your​ ​hips.​ ​It’s​ ​unclear​ ​who​ ​moved​ ​first​ ​but​ ​in​ ​a​ ​fraction​ ​of​ ​a​ ​second​ ​his​ ​lips​ ​are on​ ​yours​ ​in​ ​a​ ​sweet​ ​kiss.​ ​Only​ ​when​ ​the​ ​need​ ​for​ ​air​ ​becomes​ ​too​ ​pressing​ ​do​ ​you​ ​pull back,​ ​chest​ ​heaving​ ​as​ ​you​ ​lean​ ​your​ ​forehead​ ​against​ ​his.  

“I​ ​love​ ​you”,​ ​you​ ​tell​ ​him​ ​again,​ ​just​ ​because​ ​you​ ​can,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​glowing​ ​smile​ ​he​ ​gives you​ ​in​ ​return​ ​is​ ​one​ ​you'll​ ​never​ ​forget.  

“I​ ​love​ ​you​ ​too”,​ ​he​ ​says​ ​and​ ​then​ ​the​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you​ ​are​ ​kissing​ ​again​ ​and​ ​again​ ​and​ ​again, losing​ ​track​ ​of​ ​everything​ ​besides​ ​each​ ​other.​ ​Eventually​ ​the​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you​ ​end​ ​up​ ​laying on​ ​your​ ​sides,​ ​with​ ​you​ ​once​ ​again​ ​in​ ​Dean’s​ ​embrace,exchanging​ ​soft​ ​kisses​ ​on​ ​hands, cheeks,​ ​and​ ​lips.​ ​Though​ ​you​ ​felt​ ​as​ ​if​ ​you​ ​had​ ​just​ ​woken​ ​up,​ ​you​ ​were​ ​incredibly​ ​tired and​ ​you​ ​could​ ​tell​ ​that​ ​Dean​ ​was​ ​also​ ​feeling​ ​the​ ​siren​ ​call​ ​of​ ​sleep.​ ​Rather​ ​than​ ​fight​ ​it, you​ ​moved​ ​closer​ ​to​ ​your​ ​fellow​ ​hunter,​ ​pressing​ ​your​ ​ear​ ​to​ ​his​ ​chest.​ ​Listening​ ​to​ ​the soothing​ ​rhythm​ ​of​ ​his​ ​heartbeat​ ​and​ ​basking​ ​in​ ​the​ ​warmth​ ​of​ ​his​ ​body​ ​you​ ​soon​ ​fell asleep.​ ​Dean​ ​looked​ ​down​ ​at​ ​you​ ​with​ ​nothing​ ​but​ ​love​ ​in​ ​his​ ​eyes,​ ​and​ ​his​ ​last​ ​thought before​ ​sleep​ ​took​ ​him,​ ​was​ ​how​ ​lucky​ ​he​ ​was​ ​to​ ​have​ ​you.