Castiel, being the “all-powerful-yet-extremely-socially-awkward” being he is, has no fucking clue how to interact with chicks. At least, that’s what Dean tells himself. Why else wouldn’t he have gotten laid by now (besides by creepy bitch reapers)?
He expresses these thoughts to the angel, who says nothing in return. He just continues staring at a wall like it’s the most goddamn interesting thing on the planet.
“C'mon man. You gotta be interested in someone,” the man sighs.
That seems to get a reaction out of Castiel. He turns his head to look at Dean, expression unreadable.
Dean takes that as a win.
“Ah, there we go! I knew you had it in ya,” he grins. “So do something about it.”
Castiel’s head lowers and- wait, is he blushing?
“I… don’t know how.”
“Well that’s easy. You’re talking to the pickup line king,” Dean replies ecstatically, raising his arms above his head for effect. “I’ll teach you.”
Castiel looks at Dean again, eyes wide. Dean ushers him to stand up from the bunker library chair and stand in front of him.
“Okay okay, just… pretend that I’m the person you’re interested in. Say something.”
“I love you,” Cas says, staring Dean seriously in the eyes.
He scoffs. “Woah there cowboy, I think you might want to wait awhile before you use that one.”
“But I’ve known you for 8 years already. Is that not long enough?” Castiel asks, frowning slightly and tilting his head to the side.
What if Castiel bringing Dean back from the dead wasn’t the first time he met the Winchester siblings?
Characters: Castiel x Winchester sister!reader + Sam and Dean (all kids), Lucifer and John (mentioned)
Words: About 1400
A/N: Usually, I’m really picky about things being canon, and I spend like hours researching to make sure, which sometimes actually kills my inspiration. While this time, I didn’t really have the time, and I just wanted to write, so if some things don’t really make sense with the storyline of the show, I’m sorry.
Just because Kira from Orphan Black is soooo cute.
Castiel stands outside of the motel, hidden amongst the trees of the forest surrounding the small town. The wind blows through the crowns of the trees, making the branches slightly bend in its force. It’s in the middle of the night and the only light sources are the moon and the stars above, and the dimmed light of a lamp placed on the windowsill inside one of the motel rooms.
That’s the one. That room.
The angel of the Lord is here on orders. He’s been told that he needs to kill a girl.
Summary: Sam Winchester is fresh out of rehab after overdosing and scaring his family half to death. High school isn’t the best place to recover, but there’s something about the new girl that gets him through the day.
Tags: AU: High School, punk!sam, Dean is only one year older than Sam, Mary is alive, horribly awkward teenagers with big ole crushes on each other, Castiel is Sam’s therapist, FLUFF
Trigger Warnings: past drug abuse/overdose, self-harm mention, depression
A/N: Finally, the Sam installment to my Punk AU collection. *Sam is more depressed than scary/angry*
You motioned for the angel to come to the bed and he gladly walked over from the window.
“Dean and Sam are coming, they just parked,” he informed you, settling next to you on the bed.
“Good, but look Castiel. Her eyes are finally opened.”
His eyes snapped down to your newborn daughter and Castiel’s entire face lit up, his heart filled with warmth and he never felt a greater love. Her little eyes peeked open up and you held back tears, because they matched your angel’s.
“She has your eyes, Cas.”
His lips pulled up at the corner and he softly spoke down to the little girl.
“Hi, sweetheart. You’re just as beautiful as your mother.”
You grinned and leaned into Castiel. He grinned at you, slipping an arm around your waist to bring you closer to him.
“I will keep the two of you safe, always and forever,” he promised placing a kiss onto your forehead. “My magnificent girls.”
He likes the feeling of someone else's warmth. Someone’s body being pressed against his.
Usually he’s the big spoon, but on days when life just isn’t going well, he likes to curl up and have someone else hold him. The comforting touch takes the weight of the world off his shoulders.
Dean loves cuddles.
Castiel figured this out after a rough hunt one day. Dean was blaming himself for the death of a girl and Castiel found him crying on his bed in the bunker. Cas knew it wasn’t the time to talk, so he just sat down next to Dean and held him.
Sam found them curled up on the bed the next morning, legs intertwined, Dean’s face nuzzled into Castiel’s neck.
Dean loves cuddles.
He loves waking up in the morning seeing those bright blue eyes. He loves pulling Castiel into his chest and reveling in the sound of their mixing breaths in the quiet morning.
Dean loves cuddles but especially when they are with a trench coat wearing angel.
Birthdays weren’t a big deal in the Winchester family, it just wasn’t the way Sam, Dean and Y/n were raised. Dean tried to make them as special as he could for his siblings when they were younger, but as they all got older and life got harder, birthdays just seemed to fall to the background.
Most years, Y/n wouldn’t even realize the date till one of her brothers mentioned it, but this year was different. Y/n skipped down the stairs to the Bunker’s kitchen in a great mood. Dean chuckled as he watched her shaking his head.
“Good morning,” Y/n greeted in a chipper voice, as she sat down next to her brothers.
“Somebody’s excited? Developed a sudden fondness for Tuesdays?” Sam teased.
Y/n rolled her eyes, “Something like that.”
“Well happy birthday sis,” Dean patted her on the shoulder. “How does it feel to be 21? Finally legal, about damn time.”
A huge grin broke across Y/n’s face. It wasn’t that she hadn’t drank before, c’mon, she was a Winchester. John had never really been around growing up and Dean ‘drinking since before anyone could remember’ Winchester wasn’t going to tell her she couldn’t, but there was something different about it now that she was finally legal.
“Well,” Dean said smiling and rubbing his hands together. “I say it’s time we got out of here and go properly celebrate. The bar down on main street is calling our names.”
Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?
Summary: Castiel, Gabriel, and Lucifer are all living in a small house, in an even smaller town. Cas goes out on his daily walk and a little stops him to tell him how pretty his wings are.
Pairings: Castiel x little girl!reader, Gabriel x little girl!reader, Lucifer x little girl!reader (None of these pairings are romantic)
Characters: Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer, reader
Warnings: slight mention of child abandonment,
A/N: this is going to be a series! I’m really loving where the fic is going so far. Before I start writing the next one I’d like this fic to have 10 notes. Thanks! Enjoy!
Castiel was walked down the street he and his brothers, Gabriel, and Lucifer, were living at the moment. Lately he had taken to walking daily. He found it interesting to see all the people go about their day. He had walked for almost an hour when he reached his favorite watching place. A small forgotten bench on the edge of a park, that looked out at the street. After a while, a small tug on his trench coat pulled his attention downward to a small girl around the age of 6. She shyly smiled up at him through her Y/H/C locks, “I just wanted to tell you that you wings are really pretty mister.” She told him and he smiled down at her. He was confused as to why the little girl could see his wings though. His wings were usually invisible to the human eye. “Thank you. My name is Castiel, what is your name?” The little girl sat down next to him on the bench and looked him straight in the eyes, “My name is Y/N,” she held up a raggedy, threadbare stuffed elephant, “and this is my best friend Chuck!” She giggled and waved the elephant’s hand at Castiel.
“Where are your parents Y/N?” Her smile faltered and she met his eyes again, “I don’t know where my mama and daddy are, but I’m sure they’ll be back any day!” Castiel grew concerned for the small child, “How long has it been since you’ve seen your parents?” He asked. Y/N thought for a moment, “Its been, hmmm. I don’t know Cast..ell?” He smiled when she had a bit of trouble pronouncing his name, “You can call me Cas if you want. Do you have a place to live?” Y/N shook her head, “I don’t have a house. I’ve been sleeping under trees.” He tilted his head for a moment considering a few options. After a few moments of silence Y/N spoke up, “I get lonely sometimes, and cold but I just keep moving forward. Even when I’m scared.” That settled it. He was bringing Y/N home with him! Castiel didn’t care what Gabe and Lucifer said, Y/N was staying.
“Do you want to go on a walk with me Y/N?” He offered and Y/N jumped off the bench with a huge smile on her face, “Really?” She exclaimed “I would really, really, a bajillion times really like that! I like you mister Cas!” He smiled and stood up. He held her hand as they walked around the park. He listened to Y/N babble on about whatever she saw and laughed along with her when they saw duck waddle into a tree across the pond. They passed an ice cream cart and he bought them both cones. Cas ate his quickly and stifled his laughter when he saw that Y/N had ice cream all across her face and hands. He helped her clean up and they walked a bit more when Cas decided to ask her the question, “Y/N? It’s getting dark and I need to get back to my brothers before they make a big mess. Would you like to come and stay at my house for a little while?” He asked with a smile on his face. Her eyes lit up and she nodded animatedly at the angel.
The two walked hand in hand back to Castiel’s house that he had left over 8 hours ago. He was surprised at how much time had passed just talking to the small girl. The house that Cas and his brothers had lived in for the past couple of months was a simple blue house with light gray shutters and flower boxes in every window. Cas was the one who picked the house. He had liked it because of the bright exterior, but Lucifer only cared that his room was nice. So he was fine with all of the houses they had looked at as long as he got the master bedroom. Gabriel on the other hand loved how big and bright the kitchen was. He spent most of his time in their cooking up various sweets. When Cas and Y/N finally entered the house Gabe was the first to greet them. “Cas! You’ve been gone all day… who’s this?” He started out kind of loud but then his voice turned sweet as syrup when he saw the little girl holding Cas’s hand. Y/N giggled and pointed at Gabriel’s wings, “You have pretty wings too!” His eyes met Cas’s and Cas shrugged. Gabe smiled at Y/N “Thanks cutie! Anyway, I assume you’re the reason Cas came home so late. So I suppose I can forgive him. I’m Gabriel by the way, but you can call me Gabe.” His eyes twinkled as he spoke to her.
Heavy footsteps could be heard coming from the hallway to the right. “And that would be our grump of a brother Luci.” Y/N’s eyes widened as he came into view, “What’s with the kid?” He asked as she gasped at him, “wow…” she said as she stared at him. “This is Y/N, she’s staying with us for a while.” Cas stated in a matter of fact way. Lucifer squinted at Y/N as she continued to look at him in awe. “What wrong with her?” He asked. Cas was about to reprimand him when Y/N spoke up. “You have the prettiest wings!” She stated. Lucifer’s face softened and his whole mood picked up when she said that. He smiled at Y/N, “I like you Y/N.” he leaned down to her ear and whispered, “I think you’re my new favorite person, don’t tell my brothers!” She nodded and giggled.
She introduced Chuck to Luci and Gabe as Cas went upstairs to the room none of them had decided a use for yet. The last owners of the house had started turning it into a kids room but hadn’t quite finished. Since the brothers hadn’t used it, the room had collected a layer of dust. He snapped his fingers and the dust was gone. He would get a bit more to furnish the room and make it more homey for Y/N, but it would do for now. He walked back downstairs to join the rest of the group, “So Gabe. What’s for dinner?” He asked with a smile. As his brothers and Y/N started getting ready for dinner, Cas smiled to himself and thought, we may not be perfect, but we’re pretty darn close.
CastielXPregnant!Reader, ft. Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester
Word Count: 1135
A/N: Drabble request
from anonymous – “Could you please do an imagine where the reader is pregnant
with twins (boy and girl) and Castiel is happy yet worried cause the babies are
Nephilim.” Well, this one went in a bit of an interesting direction. Fluff,
descriptions of child birth (nothing super intense), perhaps ever-so-slightly
angsty in the middle, and then even more fluff, cause fluff.
“She’s an angel.” Castiel stared awestruck at the sticky squirming
pink newborn held in his trembling arms.
“Yeah man, she’s beautiful,” Dean agreed, squeezing his
friend on the shoulder before aiding in the angel’s awkward attempt to swaddle
his infant daughter. Dean grimaced at the total ineptitude of Cas’ swaddling
ability, gently prying the baby out of his fumbling arms to wrap her securely,
“No offense, but she’s lucky she got her mother’s looks.”
“No Dean,” Cas corrected, shaking his head, tone
disbelieving, “I mean she’s an actual angel.”
“You mean?” Dean’s jaw slackened askance.
“She’s not a Nephilim.” The wash of joy and relief flooding
Cas’ expression was short-lived, drowned out by your renewed screams in the