gaphic: castiel

Me, Sad and disappointed that the gifset I spent hours making didn’t get as much notes as i expected :
What’s the point of working so hard when only a few people appreciate my efforts.

Also me, discovering a love quote that fits my OTP perfectly :
I gotta make a gifset of this.


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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(Not my gif. Found on google.)

Me: Dean, It’s not going to work.

Dean: You, shush!

Me: Dean, he’s an angel-

Dean: I said, shush!

*Cas enters room*

Cas: Why is Dean in the closet?

Dean: God Y/n, you ruin everything!!!

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48 Castiel

Hope you enjoy it, went for less angst and more toward humor and fluff.

Send me an MCL character(s) or pairing + a number

48 - You’re A Terrible Liar - Castiel

Mild Language 

Castiel let out a tired sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. A headache was already beginning to form and he could feel the frustration rising in his chest. If it was anyone else, he wouldn’t be doing this, but an urgent text of I Need You sent at the unholy hour of three o'clock in the morning got him at Lysander’s doorstep at precisely three thirty. He wished he could have been there sooner, but there was a decent distance between their houses - though as soon as Lysander called him, he wished he didn’t even bother.

“Let me get this straight,” Castiel found it hard to speak at a normal tone of voice, “The text was an accident? At three o'clock in the morning you just happened to text me something that sounded like you were desperate for help? The text that got me out of bed at this fucking hour was an accident?”

He knew that being a good friend would bite him in the ass sometime. 


“What the hell did you mean to send,” Castiel snapped a bit harshly, “A good morning text?“

There was a long pause. Castiel swore he could hear someone else talking in quick whispers - eventually, Lysander’s voice came back on; it was a bit muffled as if the phone was farther from him. 

I love you - “ There was a bit of shuffling. “-Go away.”

Castiel almost snapped again before he realized exactly why Lysander’s voice sounded so muffled - he wasn’t talking to him. There was only one person outside of his direct family Lysander would say that too. A smirk played on his lips as he leaned back on the stairs and simply listened to the muffled conversation. If he was going to be up at this hour, he may as well have some fun with it. 

“Lys, I love you too, but don’t you think your girlfriend may not approve of our relationship?”

There was a quite a few startled noises -  some definitely from Lysander, the others were too high-pitched and feminine to come from his friend. He let out a chuckle at the sound of scuffling and frantic whispers on the other end of the line before Lysander spoke more clearly into the phone, a bit frazzled and confused. 

“ I didn’t mean to say that -”

“Are you saying you don’t love me,” Castiel feigned hurt and bit back a snort at all the noises coming from the other end.  

Alright Castiel.” This time the voice was definitely who he expected to be with Lysander, though there was a bit of an echo - must be on speaker. “You had your fun jackass.”

“But he said he loved me, that he needed me,” Castiel pushed, smirking as he stood from the stairs and began to move toward the front of the house, searching the windows before he finally spotted two silhouettes against a curtain in what had to be Lysander’s room. 

That text was meant for me,” he could hear the flustered anger in her voice, “And you know that so just go, alright? I’ll give you gas money for driving out here if you want, but we’re kinda in the middle of something and I’m losing my lady wood.”

He could hear Lysander’s s quack of embarrassment. The smile on his face was a bit more malicious in nature as he picked up a rather large stone.

“Alright, alright, I’m going but you should know that there’s this weird bird thing that keeps circling house. It looks like some sort of vulture, must’ve escaped from the zoo or something.“

Candy’s fear of birds were a very well-known thing throughout the school -“ vultures being a particularly big one. He wasn’t sure why, just that it made great ammo for jokes.

You’re a terrible liar,” Candy scoffed, but he could hear the waiver in her voice.

“Fine, don’t believe me,” Castiel hummed a bit, “But he looks pretty hungry.”

He hung up his phone and watched the silhouettes for a moment - the smaller one that must be Candy was waving her hands in a mild panic, most likely about his comment. His grin grew crooked and he took his arm back, aimed, and the tossed it. 

The large stone crashed through the window - he winced, not expecting the window to actually break - and Candy’s scream of horror came through just as he began to run off toward his car with a manic laugh.