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Title: Sex Drunk

Pairing: Wincestiel

Rating: Explicit

Wordcout: 1,994

Notes: just a little cheer up quickie for @hornsonmysoul, because ily, be nice to yourself (loosely based off what I remember of the episode ‘99 problems’ with the whore of babylon, I know this doesn’t really work with the timeline of it but anyway)

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“What’s with the angel passed out on the bed?”

Dean pulled his jacket off and tossed it over the back of a chair, eyeing Cas spread out on one bed on top of the comforter, trench coat and shoes still on.

“He showed up drunk.”

On the small couch, hunched over an old book, Sam didn’t even bother to look up at Dean.

“What, seriously? He can even get drunk?”

Sighing, Sam ran a hand through his hair and finally sat back, looking at Dean. “He said he drank a whole liquor store. I think he might have meant that literally.”

Dean pulled a dingy glass down from a kitchenette cupboard and filled it with tap water. “Man, what is up with him.”

“He called me stupid when I asked if he was ok.”

“I mean, it’s kind of obvious he’s not.”

Setting the water down on the table, Dean moved to root through a duffel bag at the end of the couch, pulling out a bottle of aspirin.

“Where’s Padre?”

“Taking a minute to get his head on.”

Passing the couch, Dean patted Sam on the arm and his brother leaned into it before settling back quietly over his book. Picking up the water, Dean took the aspirin over to the bed and sat down hard, bouncing the mattress.

Cas was dead to the world.

“Maybe you should let him sleep,” Sam said.

“Maybe you should mind your business.”

The bitch face he got for that was reassuring. Things’d be fine between them. Always were.

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A Single Kiss

Destiel AU where Cas texts the wrong person, asking them to bring him cat food. for @castihalo​, because she’s pretty great.

see @castihalo‘s SUPER DUPER FREAKIN’ CUTE art for the fic HERE!

>> So did you kiss him?

Cas read Anna’s text message with a sigh, standing next to his bed in his pyjamas, only just woken up. He should never, ever have allowed his sister even the slightest of glimpses into his meagre dating life.

<< Not exactly…

He typed out the response quickly, and then dropped his phone down on the bed. Curled up on the covers, a cat with soft, blonde fur narrowed its bright blue eyes at him, and purred. Cas reached down, and scratched its ears.

“I wanted to,” Cas said. “But he didn’t look like he wanted to. How was I supposed to just… do it?”

Balthazar only purred some more. Cas supposed that his failed date wouldn’t feature hugely on his cat’s list of problems. Cas smiled down at him, and then padded out of his bedroom and down the stairs. He needed coffee, and fast; the early morning’s sharpness would only be softened by the taste of caffeine. Crossing the hallway, feeling the boards of the floor underneath the slightly threadbare carpet, he entered the kitchen.

It was the same as it always was, of course. Cas switched on the coffee machine and leaned against the counter, looking out of the window at the familiar view. Same little yard out the back, overgrown a little since he hadn’t been able to take time off work to tend to it. Same view over the back fence, of the same trees that had been growing in the same ground for decades. Same, same, same.

Usually, the unchanging days were a comfort. Today, Cas found himself chafing at the familiarity; the staid, unending pace. The date, last night… he’d been looking forward to it for weeks beforehand, and now it was over - and not much chance of a second date, if the lack of a goodnight kiss was anything to go by. Obviously, the guy just hadn’t been that into him.

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Ok but I keep thinking about like this a/b/o au where Crowley heads a dangerous cabal of people involved in anything from embezzlement to intimidation to murder. In exchange for protection for his and Zachariah’s company, Michael allowed Crowley to take his brother Castiel for “mating”, which they all knew meant “live-in fuck toy” but decided to ignore because Cas is an omega, he’s less than his Alpha and Beta siblings and most importantly, he’s a pawn to be used.
And at least Crowley didnt bite him, didnt officially make him his mate so he’s not bound to him, but the second Cas finds out he’s pregnant, something changes in his complacency to Crowley, and he immediately starts planning his escape. He wont let his child suffer through the trauma of living in Crowley’s power, or worse, risking his Aunt Naomi taking the child to groom him into another pawn in her and Zachariah’s twisted social climb. Especially if the pup presents as Omega.
So he sneaks into the computer at night, looking for cheap houses anywhere to rent, in small minuscule towns because they’re harder to find him in and Crowley will expect him to run to big cities where he’s got distant family in New York and Chicago. He swipes one of Michael’s bank cards and takes out $15000, grabs an old pickup truck from the company garage that no one will notice is missing (but he stills screws off the plates when he’s an hour out of LA), and bolts.
And then 2, 3 months pregnant omega!cas moving into a Alpha!dean’s small town in Lawrence, quiet, unannounced, and barely noticed. But Dean’s driving home from his mechanic’s shop with the windows rolled down because it’s July and 92 degrees out. He smells vulnerable pregnant omega cut through the air from the open window and slows down until he sees Cas, stooped in the small truck trying to pick up a box and get it in the house without putting the wrong amount of pressure on the tiny pup growing inside him. And dean can’t help himself because it’s hot as balls, the guy is pregnant, and he can’t smell anyone else’s scent around the truck so he’s definitely alone lifting heavy boxes and that’s so not good for a pregnant person.
Except dean doesn’t expect to see the absolutely terrified look in Cas’s eyes when an unfamiliar alpha gets too close to him and his pup, and suddenly he feels like he knows why Cas is pregnant and alone and quietly moving into a small town in Nowhere, Kansas. Cas of course, is terrified that Dean is an Alpha sent by Crowley to find him and bring the omega back to the abusive Alpha to whom his brother Michael basically sold him to.
So Dean backs up and slowly introduces himself, asks if he can help because he really shouldnt be doing heavy lifting in his condition, and its only a few boxes anyway. Cas is wary, but he doesnt smell anything unpleasant about dean under the layers of oil and grease and faint metallic smell that comes from spending hours fixing cars, so he lets dean carry the boxes into the house, just past the door. He doesnt tell dean his name, but Dean pointedly doesnt ask anything of Cas except how he’s feeling and if he’s in any pain. He refers Cas to Ellen, who’s got a pregnancy and pediatrics practice 10 minutes away, makes small talk about where to eat and get cheap groceries, offers to fix up the truck and tells him where Cas can find him most days, at work or at home seven blocks away. Cas only mutters a few short responses and
Dean doesnt see Cas again for almost two weeks, but worry and concern and something else compels him to drive by Cas’ house everyday and glance over to make sure everything looks okay. Then Cas shows up at the shop, looking down at his feet like a small child who’s been told to be seen and not heard, and asks if Dean can take a look at the truck, because its making weird noises.
And from there Dean slowly starts to wiggle his way into Cas’ life, dropping by the house to compulsively check on the truck, starts running through the park because he learns Cas like to read under the trees, shows up at Ellen’s office to bring by lunch more often since Cas got a job as a receptionist there. Cas starts to open up around Dean, starts laughing at his jokes and even letting it slip that Ellen thinks he could be a good medical assistant with the way he interacts with the omegas and kids that come into the office.
Dean’s obviously protective of Cas and the pup growing in his belly, always asks Cas how he feels and if he needs anything. Cas is 7 months pregnant when Dean finally asks Cas out on a date, no pressure, something casual like a movie. Cas says he’ll think about it, and then suddenly Cas calls out of work 3 days in a row, and Ellen gets worried and asks Dean to make sure Cas is ok. Cas doesnt answer the door, but Dean’s worried as shit that somethings wrong with Cas or the baby and he /technically/ breaks into the house but hes got a reason so it doesnt count.
But while Cas does have a little bit of a cold, he’s mostly wallowing in his bed, pregnant and anxious and hormonally and emotionally exhausted, and he finally tells Dean his story. Because he doesnt want to be someone else’s pretty little omega even though he knows Dean isnt Crowley or Michael or Zachariah and he knows Dean is a good person and Alpha and he wants to be with Dean more then anything but he doesnt want to go back to being less than a person.
And Dean just wraps him up in his arms and mutters nonsense into his ear until Cas calms down and promises that he’ll respect whatever Cas wants to do and wont go faster than what makes Cas comfortable and Cas nods, dried tears on his face, and asks if Dean would stay with him. Dean smiles and makes grilled cheeses for them and he lays in bed with Cas and they watch ridiculous reality TV until Cas is sleepily slumping onto Dean’s shoulder and Dean is yelling at every stupid person on the screen. And as he’s slowly drifting off while Dean rubs against the crick in his back, making sure not to put a possessive hand on Cas’ belly so he wont feel threatened, and the last thing Dean hears Cas say before he starts snoring softly is “this isnt the worst first date I’ve been on”, and Dean cant help but laugh, jostling Cas on his shoulder.
They go quickly from there, kissing a week later, sloppy and rushed handjobs within the month. When Cas enters his last month of pregnancy, he’s stuck in this constant seesaw between whole-body discomfort and horny like he’s in heat and unable to do anything about it since he’s officially too big for any kind of “strenuous activity”, and Dean just thinks he’s downright adorable when he pouts in his bed that he’s too big to do anything, especially after Ellen demands that she had better not see him for the next three months unless he’s coming in as a patient.
So they patiently wait until Cas bravely makes it through 32 hours of labor and baby Emma is born, and shes the most beautiful tiny little creature Deans ever seen, and he wants her to be his. As Cas doses off to sleep with the infant nursing at his chest, he mumbles over to Dean “as soon as I stop feeling like I got run over by an 18-wheeler, I’m gonna bite you, and you better bite me back.” and Dean just smiles and kisses Cas’ forehead and says “whatever you want baby,” and holds Emma in his arms after Cas falls asleep and she’s done nursing and just stares at the two perfect people who he loves so much.

YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I WANT TO EXPAND THIS INTO A 50K FIC AND POUR ALL MY EMOTIONS INTO IT AND I DONT HAVE TO TIME DX

ALSO how do I link people in posts, if anyone wants to give me a quick lesson????

Request: Could you please write a one-shot where angels have soulmates, and their soulmates can see their wings? So you sometimes hunt with Sam and Dean, and they introduce you to Cas and you can see his wings? Idk I saw the idea somewhere and you are an incredible writer :D thank you!

THANK YOU so much for requesting this! I’ve seen this request before, and I’ve always wanted to write it!

“You’re seriously introducing me to an angel?” you asked in disbelief. Dean nodded, tapping his fingers on the Impala’s steering wheel to the beat of the classing rock song that was softly playing in the background. “Come on, angels aren’t real; you’re joking.”

“Y/N, I am far from it, and that’s saying something,” he replied. “Castiel is the one who pulled me from damnation, so I hope you respect the hell out of him for that.” You sighed. Of course you were grateful that Dean was back, but even that didn’t help your skepticism.

“Anything else I need to know?”

“Cas hasn’t been around humans—at least not visibly—very much to understand how we think and what we feel. Don’t be offended if he doesn’t smile or shake your hand. Got it?”

You smirked as he pulled into the parking lot of the motel. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

The older Winchester put the car in park, and you both got out, taking the necessary steps to get to the door of your room. Dean’s knuckles rapped the door loudly, and a couple of seconds later, a giddy Sam opened it.

“Hey, you guys. Y’N, are you ready to meet your first angel?”

You grinned at his excitement. “You seem more exhilarated than I feel.” Sam nodded, bouncing a little as he ushered you and Dean inside the motel room. You weren’t surprised at his behavior; Sam had always been a firm believer of mostly everything divine, and you were the only one that had picked up on that.

There was a man standing in the middle of the room, and you were not prepared whatsoever for what you saw.

You knew he was holy because of the peaceful feeling radiating off of his body. His cobalt eyes were stoic, as well as his face; he was completely free of any emotion. He wore a tan trench coat over a business outfit like it was his normal uniform. Your eyes brushed over these details quite quickly, because his most beautiful features were sprouting from his shoulders.

The magnificent wings on his back were a dazzling array of colors, seemingly like the rainbow that is hidden inside of light-something you thought should be able to blind you. The feathers were quaking with power, and you could practically see the energy buzzing around them. You longed to touch them, and surprise made you hesitate; never had you felt such a feeling of want before.

You didn’t realize you were gawking at the embodiment of divinity until you heard Dean clear his throat. Sam mouthed to you an I know, right?. You knew that he thought he understood what you felt at the moment because of his views on religion, but that was impossible. These emotions running through you were some that even you couldn’t describe properly.

“Hello, Y/N,” you jumped, stunned that Cas had spoken first. His deep, rumbling voice gave you chills, but it also made you feel like your bloodstream had been given an injection with a dose of bravery.

“Hello, Cas,” you answered in a clear voice, unlike the trembling one you had thought it would be. “It’s nice to meet you. Your wings are absolutely amazing.” The divine being’s eyes filled with the first emotion you saw from him: terror. He instantly snapped his wings behind his back, and became completely frozen.

“Excuse me, what?” Dean asked from behind you, but you barely heard his question.

Cas then became fluid again, but stayed where he stood. “Sam, Dean. I need to speak with Y/N. Alone.” The boys obeyed, throwing you strange looks as they went outside. The angel took one small step towards you, and you had to hold your hands in fists at your sides in order to resist reaching out for him. “You can truly see my wings?”

You almost rolled your eyes at the question. “I wouldn’t lie.” He took one more step towards you, and suddenly the energy between the both of you became undeniable; sensing it as well, he stepped back again.

“Only one mortal can perceive my wings without the result of burning their eyes. My, as humans call it-“ He took a nervous breath. “-soulmate.”

Your heart started beating wildly at the confession. “No wonder I feel like I need to touch you,” you let out a shaky laugh as you said this, and his cerulean gaze became tender.

“What you feel now is only the effects of a holy bond. They will wear off in a couple days; as a human, you have to be able to feel true love towards me. As for me, I will always have the urge to keep you close to me. Sometimes, I won’t be able to stand not having you near me.” Warmth washed over you at his quiet words and you couldn’t fight your feelings anymore. You reached out and caressed a feather on Cas’ wings; the rest of them twitched towards you, wanting so desperately to feel the touch you only gave to one. Cas became completely relaxed, even humming a bit as he closed his eyes. A pink color slowly spread across his face, along with a fine dusting on his neck.

“I don’t think true feelings will be a problem, in time,” you whispered as you suddenly wrapped your arms around his neck, and only a moment later, his were around your waist. The embrace felt natural, as if you had been doing it for years. His wings shrouded you from view, keeping the two of you locked together; never had you felt anything so right before.

learning curve [est. d/c]

on ao3

It starts with something stupid, as these things usually do. Well, it might be somewhat of a sacrilege to call Super Smash Bros. stupid, though perhaps the look of stupefaction on Dean’s face when he looses a tournament for the fifth time in a row to his smirking angelic boyfriend might make it appropriate after all.

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Blue and Gold

A/N: This came a little later than normal because I decided to be really nice and add a happy ending! ;) The real ending was heartbreaking and I don’t want you guys to think I’m ripping your hearts out. 

Blue and Gold // Cas x Reader ; Winchester!Friendship

Words: 4819 (whoops) 

Warnings: This is super long, so long that I am actually posting a warning for it. And there’s lots of fluff, but even more angst, heads up. Feels ahead.

Requests: So maybe you can write a story set in 5x10? Cas and reader just started dating and when they go on a mission it’s reader who saves Dean and gets hurt by Hell Hounds not Jo. When she decides she will stay and help them she says Dean to tell Cas she loves him. And you could either write Cas saves her in literally in last second or they come back home and Dean has to tell him when he’s looking for her. And if you could write the day before when they’re spending time together and they are cuties. ————–

————– Cas takes reader for a cute, full of love week in Intown Treehouse in Atlanta :) If you are fine with smut then I’m fine with that too :)

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Sunlight bathed you in early morning light as you started to come to, feeling the light shining over your closed eyelids. At first, it felt nice, but the more conscious you became, the more you started to remember that the place you resided in had no windows at all.

When that realization hit you, your eyes snapped open to reveal a very cozy looking room and blue eyes staring right back at you expectantly.

You blinked a few times to get used to the bright morning and then yawned to really bid your sleepiness away, stretching your arms out in front of you as you offered Cas a sleepy smile.

“Where are we?” you immediately asked him once you were fully sitting up in your bed.

Cas was lying beside you above the silky sheets, his trench coat a little tangled around him, but he looked comfortable. He was resting on his side facing you, half of his face squished into the pillow, but those eyes of his were visible and transfixed. Cas even looked a little excited, and it seemed to light up within him as soon as you asked that fateful question.

“You’ve been facing very difficult things lately and I didn’t like seeing you upset, so I wanted to take you somewhere else for a little while in case the apocalypse happens,” he told you bluntly, and you could have scoffed at his honesty. Typical Cas.

But you let that last little bit slide, focusing on the part where he’d mentioned taking you somewhere.

“Just where is this somewhere?” you asked curiously, pushing the covers off of you to take a look around. Cas followed you quietly, arms stiff at his sides, and you peeked out the window with curious eyes until the scenery hit you. Trees surrounded you, green surrounded you, and everything was so incredibly magical.

It was only then that you realized that you were barely even really inside a place. You were part of a place.

“Are we…are we in a treehouse?” you asked incredulously, finally turning around to face Cas. He looked a little sheepish but nodded anyway, and his demeanor only eased up when he saw that bright smile flash over your face. “I can’t believe you zapped us to a treehouse. For how long?”

He shrugged shyly, tilting his head to the side in the cute way he always did as he stared at you. “You can decide.”

That made you smile even more, and you wasted no time in taking those few steps to reach Cas and pull him in for a lovely good morning kiss, surrounded by chirping birds and the smell of wood.

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Can anyone rec any fics where Cas is being loved unconditionally/praised/told that he’s loved, wanted and needed/worshipped or anything along those lines?

I’ve read heaps of ones where it’s more or less all about dean being shown he’s important and not worthless, but it’s become so expectant in fics, I kinda need a dose of Cas love right now. No offense to dean but I need something where it’s not all about him

DeanxCas of course. Can you guys rec some? ;~; please?