drive off the road an not give a damn

Jealous (Jordan Parrish x reader)

Warnings- Smut!!!! A lot of smut!!!

“Hey Stiles, what time is your dad getting home?” You asked as you stepped through the door of the Stilinski household.

“In about an hour or so… I think he and Parrish are going to finish up a few things and then they will be over here.” He replied as he gave you a wink.

You had been best friends with Stiles every since you two were little kids. Nothing romantic ever happened between the both of you, you were just great friends that trusted each other with your lives. Since you were so close you two would tell each other everything, so Stiles was the first to find out about the crush you had for Parrish.

“Oh, shut up Stiles!” You said while laughing and trying not blush as you threw a pillow at Stiles.

“Hey, I’m just trying to help! It’s not like you need it though… Parrish is like head over heels for you!”

“No he is not… You just say that because your my friend.” You argued, secretly hoping he was right.

“And why would you say that? I have proof for my accusation… Do you?”

“Well no… But… Wait a second… Proof?? Tell me more…” You pleaded.

“So, me being a guy I can sort of tell what a guy will do when he likes a girl. A lot of things that Parrish does when he is around you. He blushes, smiles a lot more, he tries to be more manly, he would do anything to protect you, anytime he is around you he always makes sure he is close to you, he talks about you a lot… I could go on, but just from that it’s inevitable that he is totally into you!” Stiles said making you smile and blush like crazy.

“Really? Do you really think so?” You asked.

“Without a doubt…” He smiled.

“So what should I do?”

“Hmm… Parrish seems to be really protective over you… So what if, when they get here, we sort of pretend to be closer than we actually are. We can sit closer and do and say things that a couple would do. Since we are friend it wouldn’t be awkward for us, and it would drive Parrish mad until he finally did something.”

“Would you really do that for me Stiles?” You beamed.

“Oh, absolutely! Plus, I think Lydia is starting to have a crush on him, so if you two are together, I’m all she will have left and then she will come to me!” He said cheerfully, very proud of the idea he had just created.

He then continued,“ So for this to work even better than what I have planned, you need to change.”

“What?” You asked. You had been wearing a pair of Jeans and a cute top, what was wrong with it?

“You need shorts and a tank top, it will be sexier and then Parrish will literally have his eyes glued to you!”

You shrugged your shoulders and went along with it. You had kept a bag at Stiles’ house since you were there so often. You pulled out the shortest pair of Jean shorts that you had and decided to just put on a Cami and out a jacket over it. The decisions making your body look great.

You then walked back out to the living room were Stiles was.

“That is perfect! We will have Parrish drooling by the time he walks through be door!”

You giggled a little bit and then sat on the couch next to Stiles. After a minute Stiles nearly jumped off of the couch saying,“ Wait, I almost forgot!” He then ran to his room.

“Forgot what?” You asked concerned.

He walked back into the room and held his hand out to yours. “This.” You opened your hand to see what he had just given you, you then noticed that he had handed you a condom.

“Stiles! What the hell is this for?” You asked with your eyes wide, not even thinking about this being the result of his plan.

“Oh I think you know!” He said with a wink.

You laughed a little and thought to yourself, I can pull this off… You then sat back down and began to watch a TV show as you waited for Sheriff and Parrish to arrive.

After around 20 minutes you heard two car doors from outside the window and Stiles quickly motioned for you to scoot closer to him. You did so and he put his arm around your shoulder as you snuggled up into his body. You continued watching a show that was on the television. As soon as you heard the door Stiles began to laugh and you followed along. The laughs not dying down until Sheriff Stilinski and Parrish walked into the room.

“Oh hey dad,” said stiles,“ We didn’t even notice you were home. What’s Parrish doing here?”

“Oh, he was just giving me a ride back since we were already working together throughout today.” Replied Sheriff as he turned toward Parrish. “Thanks again by the way!”

“Oh it was no problem!” Said Parrish is the same voice that made your heart melt.

Sheriff then said,“ Well I’m so tired for working at the office today, so I’m going to go grab a shower and then take a nap! Thanks Parrish, feel free to stay as long as you want!”

With that the Sheriff had left the room and it was time to initiate your plan. Parrish sat In a chair across the room from you and Stiles.

“So, anything new happening?” Asked a very nervous Parrish.

“Oh nothing much, we’ve just been hanging out…” You said in a sweet voice as you ran your hand over Stiles chest.

Parrish seemed to tense a bit at the sight. “So about how often are you over here, (y/n)?”

Stiles answered before you could,“ oh she is over her quite often… Nearly all of the time except for the night, but sometimes she’s here for that to…” He smirked at you and then took his free hand that wasn’t around your shoulder and trailed it up your thighs then began to trace patterns on your legs.

Parrish now clenching his fists and his face red with envy.

“So I’m going to go grab a drink anybody want one? It just seems to be getting so hot in here!” You said as you unzipped your jacket and took it off. “Don’t you think?” You asked Parrish with a smile plastered upon your face.

“Oh very! I will take a water please…” He replied.

Stiles then added,“ I will have the same.” As you walked out stiles he leaned out and smacked your ass knowing that it would kill Parrish.

You smirked as you continued walking. You came back with three waters in your hand to hold them you had placed them in your arms, to wear you weren’t using your hands. You walked over to Parrish first and bent over to where he could reach the waters and have a nice view of your cleavage.

“Take one…” You said as he reached out and took a bottle from you.
You then walked over and on your way “tripped” and dropped the other water bottles.

“Oops…” You said as you bent over to grab them giving Parrish an extremely nice view of your ass.

You then walked over handed stiles his water but Parrish had been sent over the edge.

“You know it starting to get late so how about I take you home (y/n)? That way it won’t cost Stiles a trip out…”

You winked at Stiles then turned around and said,“ Oh that would be wonderful! Bye Stiles!” You leaned down to give him a kiss in which he returned. You then followed behind Parrish and you made your way out to his car.

One you had gotten in and began to drive down the road Parrish said,“ What the hell was that?”

You replied sweetly,“ I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Oh you know good and damn well what I’m talking about (y/n)! You and Stiles are not together… I know you aren’t!”

You smiled. Then noticed you had missed the turn off for your street and you were going towards his home. “Umm… Where are we going?” You asked him.

You did not get an answer. Instead he turned down the road to his house and you finally pulled into his driveway.

He got out of the car and you followed him now knowing where this was going and you were proud of it.

Parrish unlocked his door and then walked in, you following close behind him. He got in, locked the door, threw is stuff onto a nearby table then walked fiercely back over to you.

As soon as he reached you he put on of his hands behind your neck pulled you in quickly for a kiss. It quickly got heated and passionate. His free hand traveled down your back until it was placed on your ass giving it a firm squeeze.

He broke the kiss for a mere second to say,“ Jump.” You did as you were told jumping up and wrapping your legs around is waist. His large hands now placed on your lower back. Parrish then walked the two of you up to his room.

He opened the door with one arm the other still supporting your body. He walked over and set you down on the bed as he hovered atop of you. You then moved your hands from his neck and down to the hem of his shirt, slightly playing with the fabric between your fingers signaling for him to take it off. He sat up grabbed his shirt and took it off throwing it to the floor. He then leaned back down and planted a single kiss on your lips. He then grabbed your tank top and ripped it off of you.

He moved his mouth to your neck were he began to leave a trail of wet kisses until he reached your bra line. He snaked his arms around your back and unclasped your bra as you threw it to the ground. He went back to work with his mouth now sucking in spots until he was sure he left a mark to show that you were his. He moved one of his hands up and began to massage your breasts. His mouth wandered all over your skin searching to find your sweet spot. He finally landed on it and began to suck hard until you let out a moan.

He smirked then moved down, leaving a trail of kissed until he reached your shorts. He unbuttoned them, pulled down the zipper then slid them down your legs.

He maneuvered his way back up leaving little kisses on your legs on the way. He then moved his head up to wear it was next to your ear and he whispered,“ Is this what you wanted baby girl?” He nibbled on your ear lobe making you moan loudly.

“Mm, that’s what I thought… But just you wait princess…” He said as he made his way back down to your hips. He bit the line of your panties and took them down off of you using his mouth.

He again moved back up and spread you legs apart.. His head inches away from your core.

“Who made you this wet? Huh, baby? Who did this to you?”

All you could do was loan do to how close he was to you. He moved his face even closer and said,“ I asked you a question!” He took his tongue and locked a quick stripe up your slit. “I expect an answer!”

You shivered underneath him and said aloud,“ you! Only you Parrish!”

He gently kissed your folds as you answered and then he said,“ That’s what I like to here! Moan for me baby!” He then pushed his tongue in and began to flick it against your clit rapidly. He then sucked hard making you moan and scream his name. He then moved in of his hands up and without a warning pushed two fingers into you. He pushed them in and out at a rapid pace. Making you shake beneath him. You were almost at your high and Parrish knew… He moaned against your skin and the vibrations sent you over the edge and you came on his hand and in his mouth.

He then licked you clean before taking of his pants and his boxers revealing his long length.

You bit your lip as you watched him stroking himself to reach his maximum length.

You then remembered what Stiles had given you. “Baby, my shorts… Check the pocket.”

He leaned over to pick them up and reached inside the pocket and grabbed out the condom.

You smirked at you. “Wow you really were prepared…”

You nodded. He put the condom on, walked back over and climbed on top of you. He looked up at you asking for permission and you nodded. He then eased his way into your entrance letting you adjust for a minute before he bang to pump in and out of you at a rapid pace. The pain quickly turned into pure pleasure.

Only a minute later you were both close.

“J-Jordan… I’m close…” You moaned out.

“I know baby.. Me too… Just let go”
You did and so did he.
He then rolled over next to you on his bed. He pulled a blanket over you both and then he kissed your forehead.

“I love you (y/n)” he said.

You looked at him, happier than ever! “I love you too!”

Sam, Meet Sammy

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean, Reader’s Family

Word Count: 2,293

Warnings: Just fluff, honestly. 

Request: Can you do some cute ass Sammy fluff? His girlfriend takes him to meet her family where he meets her puppy too? And this little fur ball just falls in love with Sam because he got a. “I protect and love your mommy.” Vibe from him. So seeing how well Sam and the pupper get along and realizing she doesn’t want to be without her dog reader convinces Dean to let her take him home with them.

Author’s Note: I am so sorry this is out late. I have a lot of requests to write and to put out. Maybe, later on today, I will put out another fic for you. If you want that, let me know. Please, if you want to be tagged, leave an ask or message and I’ll add you! Same goes for my Series Rewrite!

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Originally posted by berezneva12

“I’m really nervous right now.” You said, biting your lip as you bounced your leg.

“Hey, it’s going to be alright. Parents love me.” Sam grinned from the front seat. He was driving the Impala because Dean allowed you and him to go away for the weekend.

“No, I love you. My parents are a different story. Not saying they’re mean or strict but they might welcome you in a bit too much. They might overdo it. My siblings aren’t that far behind. My mom over thinks everything. When she found out I was dating you, she wanted to throw me a party. My dad may act tough in front of you but don’t let him steer you. He’s harmless.” You blabbed on. When you were nervous, you rambled on until someone stopped you.

“My brother may want to beat your ass because he got this older brother protective vibe going on but he’s all talk and no bite. Well, he did beat up my ex boyfriends way before I met you but you’re so big and tall and muscular, he got nothing on you. My sister, though, is a little shit and will try and get with you. She’s just that way. But she’s a teenager and she thinks she can get any guy she wants. Just stay away from her. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe we should turn around.”

You were cut off by Sam’s lips on yours and you immediately relaxed, kissing him back. You pulled away, remembering that he was driving but frowned when you didn’t see the road but your parent’s house instead. Damn, how long were you rambling?

You pressed your lips back to his and he cupped your cheek with one large ass hand, pulling you closer to him. With his lips on yours, you forgot why you were here in the first place. But damn, what you would give to get hot car sex.

You pulled away, tugging his bottom lip as you went. He released a low growl and looked at you.

“We can definitely continue that later. But right now, keep it in your pants, Winchester.” You grinned and got out of the car, taking a deep breath. Sam followed you to your front door and you pushed it open quickly.

“Oh, I forgot to mention…” You didn’t get to say anything else when your golden retriever puppy came running at you and Sam. He passed by you and ran straight to Sam, jumping into his arms. Your puppy wasn’t small by any means but he wasn’t an adult yet.

Sam laughed as he caught to dog, petting his soft fur. Your puppy licked his face all over and Sam laughed more, getting deep dimples.

“Sam, meet Sammy. He reminded me of you thus that is how he got his name.” You laughed, introducing them.

“Hi Sammy.” Sam said with a smile. Sammy barked and struggled to get down. Sam let him down and Sammy ran around him, sniffing him and wagging his tail. He barked happily and went to you. You picked him up and he licked your face.

“He’s my baby. I hate that I’m away from him.” You smiled and kissed his nose before walking inside the house.

“How old is he?” Sam asked, shutting the door behind him.

“Almost 2 years old. I know, he’s so big already but I love him. Mom! Dad! I’m home!” You called out for your family.

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Things about 13x02 “The Rising Son” #2

It is nice to see Sam looking out for Dean and suggesting to drive since he knows that Dean is nowhere even close to being even just in the ballpark of slightly alright. And it is pretty tough to see Dean this way, to see him with his walls so high up that you can barely see him anymore, because everything is just too much and everything hurts too much. So I get that Dean is more than reluctant to give up the driver’s seat, because that is the only thing he can control at the moment. And it is also something to focus on; paying attention to the road, driving a bit too fast, because *damn on the inside you could explode*. Yeah, I think for Dean driving, having something as normal as driving to do may at least keep him from going completely “off the rails” out of anger and grief. Of course he won’t forget about what happened and their predicament, but just sitting in the passenger seat, when there is nothing else to do but sit and wait to arrive, I guess you can get way more lost within your thoughts and your emotions, so the driver seat it is… Man, when Dean is alone and he is “coming down” somewhere down the line and will allow himself or probably rather will be overrun by all the emotions he is trying to keep at bay right now, it will be so painful. ;____;

I Can Do Better Than That - Tony Stark x Reader

Words: 1079
Pairing: Tony Stark x (f)Reader
Warnings: mentions of sex. Swearing.
Requested: lol nope
Authors Note: This is a song fic based off of I Can Do Better Than That from The Last Five Years, and you can listen to it here! I’ve been obsessed with watching the movie on Netflix like non stop lately (thanks Jadyn) and have been working on this imagine on the side very lightly for the past few weeks. And it’s finally here! Yay! ALSO: so it;s based off the song but i didnt actually use many direct quotes from the song, i had to change them around a little bit, but they’re still italicized. 

Masterlist. Request List.


“Come on, Tony, have some fun!” You begged, “Forget the plane, let’s make it a road trip.”

“It’ll take us all day to get there,” Tony groaned.

“Exactly, that’s why I’m telling you that we’re driving a day ahead. That way, we make it there on time for tomorrow’s dinner party,” You started, “There is no getting out of this. I’ve already got your bag packed and if you say no, I’ll cry.”

“Fine!” Tony groaned, he always gave into you.

You squealed and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the cars. “We have to get going if we want to get there on time!”

Tony laughed at how excited you were, “Alright, let’s get going then.”

The car chosen was a convertible that Tony loved to drive. You thought the ride was going to involve a lot of talking; but for the first hour, it was quiet. The radio was ok quietly as the both of you admired the lovely world around you.

“Tell me a story,” Tony asked out of the blue.

“What do you want a story about?” You asked with a little laugh.

“You never told me why you moved to New York, why did you?” He asked.

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KBTBB Road Trip AU

Man, this was on my mind for a while lol. Like, imagine how fun disastrous it would be to go on a road trip with everybody’s favorite assholes ᕕ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)ᕗ

@maidofstars @bolt8826 @tsundere-eevee yoooo more to add to the pile lol


  • It was Baba’s idea to go on a road trip. At first nobody really wanted to go, but when Baba gave that smile, everyone immediately started packing their bags.
  • Eisuke originally suggested to use his private jet, or at least a limo for the road trip, so Baba was like “lol are you mcfreaking serious??” Turns out Baba had a bus converted for travel prepared beforehand.
  • There was a big argument over who got to sit beside MC, so they eventually asked her to pick one of them. She chose Luke because he was the nicest one lol everyone was so salty about it afterwards and kept giving Luke a death glare the whole trip lmao, which he ignored of course 
  • To no one’s surprise, Mamoru passed out as soon as the bus started moving. The guy had a neck pillow, a blanket, a sleep mask, and ear plugs. Too bad he pissed everyone off with his snoring.
  • Nobody let Eisuke drive. Seriously, that guy has terrible road rage. He’d scream the living shit out of a red light if he could lol
  • Both Ota and Eisuke took a shit ton of selfies, much to everyone’s frustration.
  • Whenever Shuichi drove, he had a map, 4 navigator apps, and his phone GPS on. “Damn it, Hishikura, we’re just going to the beach.”
  • Baba suggested they all play iSpy to pass the time, but everyone took it so seriously that there was an argument over everything. “You said you were looking at a blue car! That’s cyan, you plebian!” “Well, excuuuuuse me for not being able to see all the colors of the rainbow, twat!”
  • Like, Ota ALWAYS had to use the bathroom for some reason, so they ended up at a gas station every two pitstops. “Jesus, Ota, why don’t you use a bottle instead?”
  • Soryu was smart enough to bring a bunch of e-books and headphones. That way, he could block out the noise of Eisuke and Shuichi bickering over the directions.
  • Ota forced everyone to have his playlist on loop. Some of the songs he had were “Never Gonna Give You Up”, “HEYYEYAAEYAAAEYAEYAA”, “Sandstorm”, and “Bring Me to Life”. Needless to say, everyone’s ears were bleeding by the time they reached their destination.
  • Hikaru kept taking pictures of everyone’s faces when they were asleep. He flooded the group chat with everyone’s ugly sleeping faces lmao
  • MC came prepared. Like, she literally had a ziploc for everything. Junk food? You betcha. Gluten-free snacks? Of course. The cure for the common cold? Yep, it’s all in her bag.
  • Poor Luke kept getting motion sickness, so every time he’d feel nauseous, MC would baby him and give him some medicine. Of course, the others would seethe in jealousy, but when Luke had to puke everyone was screaming and opening all the windows
  • The only time everyone in the bus would be silent was when MC was asleep. After all the shit she went through for the auctions, they all decided that maybe she needed a good rest. Too bad somebody had to ruin the peace by uttering “sssHHHHH MC IS ASLEEP” every 5 minutes.

Ten hours. Dean had been driving for ten fucking hours. God, he missed when Cas could just touch his shoulder and fly him wherever the fuck he needed to get to. Because with a brother like Sam, who could leave the Bunker the get milk and somehow end up stealing a car and driving 13 hours across multiple states to work a case without warning, Cas’s zapping powers or whatever the fuck they were would be very useful.

Actually, it’d be pretty good if Sam could’ve gone back and he and Dean could’ve gone on that case together rather than Dean being worried after a milk-run lasted six hours. And then Dean wouldn’t have had to spend hours calling only to be told that Sam could handle this case alone. Which he couldn’t. Which is why a day after Sam actually got to his destination, he called Dean for help.

So now Dean had to drive 13 hours after already being up most of the day with no Sam to take over when he got tired. But hey, at least he wasn’t alone. Cas had been hanging out when Sam had called to ask for help, and had offered to come too and help Sam figure out what the fuck was attacking those old people.

Dean’s eyelids drooped and he snapped them back open. He couldn’t afford to fall asleep on the road and end up crashing into a tree and dying or something. He tried turning up the radio to keep himself more alert, but his tiredness was reaching a state of light-headedness and the music gave him a headache so he had to switch it off.

‘Dean,’ said Cas, for the third or fourth time in under half an hour, Dean couldn’t remember, ‘let me drive.’

‘No.’

It took years before he let Sam drive the Impala, and even now he hardly ever let him. Only if Sam was sad or if Dean was too tired to go on. So he was fucked if he was letting Cas, who’d only been driving for … what? A couple of years? Drive his baby. If Cas wanted to drive, he could drive his own car. Not Dean’s.

‘Dean,’ Cas persisted, in a slightly pissed voice, ‘let me drive before you fall asleep and kill yourself.’

‘I’m fine, Cas,’ Dean insisted, staring straight ahead out of the windshield. ‘Leave me alone.’

‘No,’ said Cas. He was definitely pissed now. ‘Dean, I won’t crash your car.’

‘You could scratch her.’

‘I won’t. But you will, if you don’t stop driving soon. You need to sleep.’

‘No I don’t.’

‘Yes you do.’

Dean glanced at Cas. That was a bad call. The feeling of light-headedness from exhaustion made it hard to move his head from side to side without getting dizzy. The dizziness is what made Dean give in.

‘Fine. But if anything happens to my baby I’ll shove your angel blade so far up your ass that it comes out of your mouth.’

‘I understand.’

‘Good.’

Dean checked they were completely alone on the road they were driving along and once he was sure they were he pulled over. He and Cas swapped sides, and Cas started to drive. Dean stared at him. Cas could sense his gaze.

‘Dean, go to sleep,’ Cas stated. ‘Nothing is going to happen to your car.’

‘Just making sure,’ Dean said grumpily. ‘Wake me in two hours.’

‘Of course.’

Half knowing that Cas probably wouldn’t dare disturb Dean’s sleep even if the sun exploded, Dean rested his head against the window and closed his eyes.

And opened them when his head hopped off the window as they hit a bump in the road.

‘Fuck!’ Dean protested, rubbing where his head had collided with the hard glass of the window. There was a dull throbbing ache in it.

‘If it’s any consolation, it’s not my driving. This road is bumpy,’ Cas offered sympathetically.

‘Yeah, whatever,’ Dean grunted, and tried for a second time to rest against the window.

Bang.

Fuck!

Cas didn’t say anything this time. He offered Dean a sympathetic glance, which just pissed Dean off, because he didn’t need sympathy, he needed sleep.

For the third time Dean rested against the window.

For the third time his head hopped off of it painfully.

‘Damn it Cas, are we driving over dead bodies here?’

‘No.’

‘Well it feels like it.’

It happened a fourth time.

After the fifth time (what the fuck was the deal with this road?) Dean had had enough of it.

‘Fuck this,’ he muttered.

With zero fucks to give, a pain in his head and a need for sleep, Dean shifted and rested his head against Cas’s shoulder instead. At least now when the bumps caused him to hop all over the place, his head would be banging against something a lot more forgiving than glass.

Cas hesitated for a moment, and then, almost shyly, placed his arm around Dean so Dean could get more comfortable. Less than two minutes later, Dean had removed his seat belt and laid his head Cas’s lap instead, his legs a little uncomfortable by the way he had to bend them weirdly so that they were half on the seat and half on the floor, but the rest of him was content.

Sometime before he drifted off, or maybe he dreamed it, he didn’t know, Dean felt one of Cas’s hands thread through his hair. It felt …. nice.

When Dean awoke, he was in bed in a motel room and the first thing he saw was Cas sitting on the bed next to him, watching over him like he once said he would. Dean had been asleep for the last three hours of the drive to Novi, Michigan, and for another four hours after that. Light was peeking in through the closed curtains of the room.

‘Good morning, Dean,’ Cas greeted.

Blinking up at him, Dean didn’t say anything. Then he closed his eyes and edged closer to Cas, burying his face in his side hoping to get another hour or two of the best sleep he’d had in a long time before he had to go and tackle whatever sick son of a bitch he had to help Sam hunt.

consultingcas  asked:

For the fic thing, destiel and 7

7. things you said while we were driving


This prompt totally reminded me of this post by @snailhair so I modified it a bit, and Cas is technically not in the car. XD So it’s more like ‘things you said to me in your car.’ lol, but I couldn’t resist. Hope you don’t mind! :)


The Impala’s wheels crunched over the gravel and dirt of a lonely backwoods road, and Dean stared hard through the darkness as he drove. The familiar twang of guitar picked up over the speakers, and Steven Tyler belted out the ballad that he’d been punishing himself with for years. He didn’t know when he’d started thinking of it as Cas’s song, but he had; it was all in the title, Angel.

He’d listen to it on repeat and just drive whenever he couldn’t get Cas out of his head. He’d drive and listen and feel god damn miserable until his eyes got too damn tired to see the road. Then he’d pull over somewhere and drink whatever liquor he had in the cooler that sat in the backseat until he passed out and fitfully slept it off.

Dean sighed loudly and ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. He couldn’t handle the silence in the bunker right then, Sam had been giving him a wide berth ever since Dean had blown up at him earlier in the day.

He actually felt bad about it; Sam had only been trying to help, to distract him with another hunt. But fuck hunting. Seriously, fuck hunting, because all Dean gave a damn about right now was the fact that Amara had Cas. And if she didn’t outright kill him, and didn’t that thought just send a sharp stabbing pain right through his chest, then who the hell knew what she’d do to him.

More than that though, the same thing that’d been tearing him up for weeks was clawing it’s way around his brain; Cas had chosen to let Lucifer in. He’d fucking chosen to leave him. And whose fault was that exactly? Hopelessness coursed through him, leaving him cold and empty and lost.

Dean slammed on the brakes and pulled into the deserted looking field on the right, and as soon as he’d cut the engine, he bent his head and closed his eyes. He kept telling himself that Cas couldn’t hear, and it didn’t matter anyway; wouldn’t make a difference, but he kept finding himself doing it in spite of that.

“Cas, listen, I dunno if you can hear me.” He began voice thick with despair as he folded his hands together as if somehow it’d make the prayer strong enough to reach Cas. “I’m gonna find you; I swear I am. You just gotta hang on ‘til I get there, man. Fuck, Cas. I’m so frickin’ angry at you, and I’m pissed at me, and I can’t fucking believe I managed to screw you up so bad that you let the goddamn devil ride around in you. I mean Jesus, Cas, you’re a goddamn angel! You shoulda known better than to trust him. And now the fucking Darkness has you, and what the hell am I supposed to do Cas? Lucifer couldn’t shank her and he’s a damn archangel! How the hell’m I supposed to save your ass?”

Dean swallowed hard, as the anger bled out of him; regret and anguish taking its place with a rush of heat to his face. His brows drew together, and moisture pooled in his eyes as the sudden tightness in his chest threatened to suffocate him.

“I can’t, Cas.” Dean argued, and his voice broke. “I can’t lose you again. I keep telling you I need you, and you keep forgetting, or maybe you never believed it. Hell, you probably never understood what the hell I was tryin’ to tell you when I said it. And it’s probably too late, and you probably can’t hear me, but you gotta know that I’m not giving up on you. ‘Cause there’s something I gotta tell you and it ain’t gonna be in a prayer you might not even hear. Just… just don’t give up on me, Cas. Please.”

Dean dropped his hands to the seat beside him, and slumped down in the seat until his head hit the seat back, eyes squeezed shut as tears spilled over.