he travels in a suit

4

“It is not so that the good detective should act, eh? I perceive your thought. He must be full of energy. He must rush to and fro. He should prostrate himself on the dusty road and seek the marks of tyres through a little glass. He must gather up the cigarette-end, the fallen match? That is your idea, is it not?”

His eyes challenged us. “But I - Hercule Poirot - tell you that it is not so! The true clues are within - here!” He tapped his forehead. “See you, I need not have left London. It would have been sufficient for me to sit quietly in my rooms there. All that matters is the little grey cells within. Secretly and silently they do their part, until suddenly I call for a map, and I lay my finger on a spot - so - and I say: the Prime Minister is there! And it is so! With method and logic one can accomplish anything!”

- Agatha Christie, Poirot Investigates: The Kidnapped Prime Minister

What Took You So Long? - JL Short (Part 2)

He opened the door within seconds of me knocking and pulled me into his arms, against his bare chest, in greeting. I had to turn away to hide my blush at being held so close against him. Oh lord, I was never going to survive the next few hours. We had spent so much time together in a group but never alone in his home.

“Do you need to change into your suit?” he asked as his eyes traveled slowly down my body.

“No, I already have it on.” I said and turned away as I pulled my shirt off and then my cutoffs. When I turned back to him he was staring at me as if just seeing me for the first time. I was just about to say something when he coughed and spun around to lead the way to his hot tub.

     "Oh wow! My favorite.“ The second thing I noticed were the lit candles and bottle of red wine with two glasses sitting next to the hot tub. The first thing had been his body. I’ve seen him shirtless on stage in photos numerous times, but to be so close in proximity to it was very different. His body was perfect and I caught myself staring at his ass the whole way outside. Those damp blue trunks were clinging to his sexy body and I couldn’t stop staring.

   He turned and my eyes shot up. I just knew that he knew I was checking him out. How embarrassing! "I know.” I said as I pulled the hair tie off of my wrist and used it to pull my hair up in a ponytail. He winked, stepping into the water and holding out his hand to help me in.

  “A true gentlemen, thank you.” I sank into the hot water next to Jared. “Ahhhh so relaxing. Must be nice to be able to come out here and sit as long as you want.”

 He turned and poured us both a glass of wine. “I guess so, but Sammie, you are welcome to come over anytime.” He handed me a glass and took a sip from his own. “I promise you, I don’t mind at all. Everyone thinks that I’m always so busy, and a lot of the time, I am, but sometimes, it’s nice to have someone over to talk to. Sammie, don’t ever think that I wouldn’t want to be around you.”

  “You know that I’m not that kind of friend.” I already downed my glass and reminded myself to slow down. The last thing I needed was to get drunk, no telling what I may say. “You know, the friend that uses you for their gain.”

   "But, I’m inviting you so you wouldn’t be ‘that friend’. Seriously, I’d be glad to do something nice for you. More?“ He finished his glass and took mine out of my hand to pour me some more.

   "Oh whoa, I should probably take it easy. I tend to say and do things when I’m drinking that I normally wouldn’t.” I watched his eyebrow raise up as he handed me my glass.

  “Then by all means, drink up. Ya know what they say, a drunk mind speaks a sober heart.” He moved a little closer, too close for my comfort. His hands parted my legs and he stood between them. “There isn’t anything that you wanna say to me now that you wouldn’t when you’re not drinking?” He took the glass and put it down next to the bottle. His face was so close to mine and I actually started to shake.

  “I…” My face was reddening, I was sure of it. “Jared, I… I’m glad that we are talking again.” I chickened out! That’s not what I wanted to say at all. Stupid!

  “Can I ask you a question?” He moved so close that his mouth was almost touching mine.

I nodded my head yes, too nervous to speak.

“I think you and I have known each other long enough to admit that there’s some kind of attraction between us. I’ve waited so long for you to make the first move because I have no idea if you feel the same way about me that I do about you. God Sammie, I’m trying so hard to not kiss you right now.”

  Swallowing hard, I struggled to speak. “That would be…” His hands moved up the outside of my thighs. “ruining…” he pulled my legs around him. “our friendship.”

“Sometimes you gotta take a chance and if you’re not gonna make the first move, then I will.” His hand slid around the back of my neck and his lips caressed mine. How could something feel so right and so wrong at the same time?

   Instinctively, I put my hands on his chest to possibly push him back, but he wrapped his arms around me, forcing my elbows to bend. The split second of thinking that this was a bad idea was gone with one kiss. My legs locked around his waist and I pulled his body tighter against mine. Holy shit…what was happening here? I knew there was no turning back now. One of his hands moved up my side, pushing under the top to my bikini. His soft, smooth hand caressed my breast as he kissed me.

   Backing up just enough to break the kiss, his other hand moved under the blue material of my bikini top. His thumbs circled my nipples and my eyes closed. He very gently rolled them between his fingers.

    “Jared this isn’t a good idea.” I said those words, but I wanted this more than anything in the world. His hands moved around my back to free me of the thin material.

Just as he unfastened my top, I pushed him back a few inches.  “Jared?  Jared…wait”

His hands pressed against my skin as he stared into my eyes silently, questioningly.

“I’m not sure this is a good idea” I repeated the words from only moments before, now sure that I had his attention.

“You don’t want me to touch you?” he asked, taking his hands off of me and stepping back to give me room.

I looked down, biting my lip “I do but it’s just so fast.”

“Sammie” he said so much with only my name. The look he gave me was filled with a raw need that I have to admit took my breath away. He backed away and sat across the hot tub from me, continuing to stare at me.

I could feel my top starting to float away from my body while holding his eyes with mine. Thoughts began to swim around my head as I beat myself up mentally. What the hell was I doing?  I was exactly where I wanted to be for so long and thought I would never be. He was the one I could completely be myself with and I knew it. And here I sat teetering on the edge of madness over getting the one thing I needed more than I could admit.

He finally broke eye contact and looked into the water as if not sure what to do with the tension between us. I blew a breath out and gathered courage to stand and walk across the hot tub to him.  I untied my top the rest of the way and tossed it onto the side of the hot tub beside him.  His eyes deepened in color as I straddled him and grabbed his hands to put them back on my body.

My eyes closed while I allowed myself to get lost in the feel of his fingers sliding over my skin gently.  I rested one hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest, finally allowing myself the pleasure of letting my fingers roam over his skin.  

I opened my eyes and watched when I felt him lifting me slightly out of the water.  He winked at me and then pulled me closer to circle his tongue around my nipple.  Just one swipe of his tongue and I was crying out softly at the sensation.

My fingers slid up the sides of his neck and began toying with the strands brushing the back of his neck. His hand slipped to the back of my neck and pulled me to him with a groan and then his lips were consuming me. I was so lost, as one kiss lead to the next which lead to the next as our hands traveled over each other’s body.

I struggled to catch my breath when he pulled back. He looked into my eyes as he spoke. “Let’s go to my room.” I didn’t even hesitate in answering with a nod.

    I stepped out of the water right behind him and he handed me a towel. Jared wasn’t shy at all, pulling his swim trunks down his perfect ass. He wrapped a towel around his waist and we walked through the house, both of us shivering.

  I followed him to his bedroom and the second we were inside, his hands were pulling at my towel, tugging it down, and making it fall to the floor. It was a struggle to keep my eyes focused on his when I was so desperate to see the part of him that’s always remained clothed.

   I took a few steps backward until my warm back came in contact with the cold wall. "Does this make you nervous?” He moved forward, placing both hands on my hips and kissing me. I could tell that he was being cautious and gentle with me. As the kiss deepened, I started to relax.

  “You don’t make me nervous.” I lied. Jared’s fingers tangled in my wet hair and my hand slipped around his waist. I sucked on his bottom lip, biting gently as his hard cock pressed against the blue material of my bikini bottom. Fuck, this was really finally happening and I wasn’t sure that I could handle it.

 My hand reached down and wrapped around his thick cock, stroking him. Jared’s lips moved to my neck kissing and softly biting along my skin, making me moan.

He slipped his hand in mine and pulled me with him over to the bed. I laid back and he climbed over me. His lips moved along my collarbone as he hovered over my almost naked body. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?”

   "Me too.“ He gave me one more kiss before he moved lower, peppering kisses down my chest and belly. Still continuing lower, he kissed along the edge of my wet bikini bottom and looked up as if he were asking permission to remove them. I sighed and gave him a nod. His mouth trailed along the area that had been covered by the material, teasing my clit with the feathery strokes of his tongue. His beard only added to the pleasure and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me. His fingers gliding into me brought my hips up off the bed, and my hands reached out to touch him.

  My fingers twisted in his hair as his mouth and fingers worked together, quickly bringing me to climax. He pulled himself back up and kissed me forcefully.  I was still gasping for a breath as he kissed me with more and more intensity.  

I managed to push my fingers between us, and found a nipple while continuing to be lost in his insistent kiss.  I heard his groan as I twisted his nipple, which broke me out of the haze I felt engulfed in. He released my lips and looked down at me, gasping for a breath.

“If you keep doing that I don’t promise to be gentle with you.” He growled and then his teeth were at the base of my neck, devouring my skin.

“I don’t know why you think you need to be so gentle…” I said and then arched my back when his hips circled and he thrust against me.

My hand left his chest to slide my fingers through his hair again, encouraging his biting as he traveled across my shoulder.  His hand came between us for only an instant before he grabbed my free hand in his and pulled it over my head to hold against the bed as he filled me in one firm movement.

Since he had one hand captive on the bed I used the other to grasp his hair and pulled until he was staring down at me.  He began to move, hissing when I lifted up to sink my teeth into the side of his neck.

His hand tightened around mine, making me release his neck to whisper into his ear “Too much?”

He lifted his head to catch my eyes again as he said “I can take whatever you give.”

I grinned at him and got my teeth back on his neck while pulling my hand out from under his and moving it to his back, scraping my nails down his body.

His body began to hammer into me, pushing me higher and higher, shattering when his lips were at my ear “Cum for me.”

I knew I had to have left scratches on his back that would take time to heal, never had I lost control quite like that.  Never.

I was struggling to catch my breath and relaxing, feeling like I could melt into the bed.  His lips were still at my ear “No ma’am…you’re not done, we’re just getting started.”

Oh shit! I thought as I looked into his stormy eyes.  He climbed off of my body and crooked his finger at me.  I sat up and followed him when he motioned for me to move to the end of the bed.  I stood in front of him and felt his hands on my hips, turning me to face the bed.  “Hands and knees” he said into my ear, keeping his hands on my body to put me exactly where he wanted me.  

He wrapped my ponytail around his hand and slid back inside of me, gentler but in such a way that there was no doubt that he was in control.  Keeping one hand on my hip he began to move, making a sound of pleasure when I found his rhythm and moved with him.  My fingers clenched the sheet sooner than I expected as I felt the telltale signs of another impending climax, bigger than the last.

He released my hair and kept up the pace, driving into me harder, until I shrieked his name in a trembling voice.  He growled low as he joined me, with his fingers digging in to my skin.  Well, there would be a bruise there in the morning I thought to myself as we both struggled to catch our breath.  

He moved gently out of my body and reached out to grab my hair again, pulling slightly until I rose to my knees.  He pressed his chest against my back and whispered in my ear “Don’t you just kinda wish that we gave in months ago?  That was phenomenal and you left marks on my neck woman.”

“I’m not going to apologize for that” I giggled.

He stepped back after releasing my hair and guided me off the bed, lacing his fingers with mine and tugging me towards the bathroom.

He reached in and turned on the water before turning to face me completely.  I winced at the marks I had left on his skin.

He grinned and winked “You got as good as you gave, sweetheart.  Just wait til you see.”  

He pulled me into the shower behind him as he said “You’re welcome back anytime you want, anytime at all.”

Unable to keep my hands to myself, the second time around was better than the first.  My exhausted body stepped out of the shower and handed him a towel.  “You are staying, right?” he asked me.

“I can.” I dried my body and pulled my hair up before wrapping the towel around myself.

“I’m tired. The left side of the bed is mine.”

Laughing, I walked into the bedroom with him.  We both climbed into his bed.  Laying next to him I asked, “What took you so long?”


– written by myself and @thepromiseofanend​

 And again…dedicated to @avaj99​.  Love you :)

Thanks for writing this one with me @thepromiseofanend​…always such a pleasure :)

My Soulmate 6

Title: My Soulmate 6

Words: 2455

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Warnings: language, soulmate AU

Previous parts:

  1. My Soulmate
  2. My Soulmate 2
  3. My Soulmate 3
  4. My Soulmate 4
  5. My Soulmate 5

A/N: Okay finally here is promised part 6 :) I’m sorry it took me so long to write it! I hope you’ll like it!

Your name: submit What is this?


“H-hi, Cas.” you smiled nervously while Angel’s eyes travelled up and down your body.

He looked very handsome in his suit, his blue tie matched your dress and really brought his eyes out. You felt yourself blushing as his eyes found yours and he smiled kindly.

“You look really beautiful. Gorgeous even.” he told you, but then a moment later his eyes widened, you knew that he didn’t mean to say it.

“Thanks…” you smiled at him, before plastering your eyes on the floor. “You don’t look bad yourself either.”

Castiel nodded, trying to look everywhere but at you. Awkward silence filled the room and neither of you knew how to break it. Just when you were about to leave the room, Dean entered, also in a suit.

“Hey Cas have you seen…” He lost the ability to talk when he looked at you.

“Is it that bad?” you joked.                                                                    

“N-no it’s…. You look really beautiful.”

Dean walked to you, pulling you into a hug.

“Cas looks mesmerised by you.” he whispered in your ear and you felt yourself blushing even more.

But you shouldn’t be blushing. Castiel was just Sam and Dean’s friend who happened to be your soulmate. But you weren’t his so you should just forget about it. It’s not like Cas liked you and you should be the smart one, girl who listens to her brain and not her heart.

“He’s not.” you tried to sound casual. “Cas is just being… Cas.”

“Keep telling yourself that, sis.” Dean laughed, before turning to Cas.

“Ready for tonight, Cas?” he asked, smirking when he saw his best friend’s eyes glued on you. “Cas?”

Castiel jumped a bit, looking at the man who just called him with wide eyes. It was almost painful to him to tear his eyes off you. A new feeling scared Castiel, especially as strong as this one. But it felt good and he had a feeling that nothing but good can develop from this.

“Y-yes? When are we leaving, Dean?” Castiel tried to focus on his best friend, but his eyes and mind kept wondering to you.

“We can leave now, I guess.” Dean shrugged, smirking as Castiel’s eyes landed on you once again. “And just so you know. Charlie’s riding a shotgun.”

You felt yourself nod and mumble something about Charlie, before you left the room.

It’d be mild if you’d say that the ride to the ball was awkward. Dean and Charlie kept glancing back at you and Castiel, grins plastered on their faces. Radio was broken and nobody dared to break the silence, so the only thing you could hear was the Impala’s engine.

Castiel and you kept glancing at one another through the whole way there. You caught him staring at you numerous times and he caught you. You couldn’t keep a smile off your face when his blue eyes wandered on your face.

“Okay, we’re here!” Dean broke your trail of thoughts when he parked the Impala in front of a huge house.

“Hmm? Oh, okay.” you nodded and just when you were about to open the door, Castiel stopped you.

“Let me.” he murmured, before getting out of the car and hurrying to your side to open a door for you.

You accepted his hand and he gently pulled you out of the car. His hand was warm and tingly sensation ran down your arm as your hand rested in his. You hooked your hand with his offered one and let him take you away, leaving Dean and Charlie long forgotten behind you.

“Are you nervous?” Castiel asked as you walked to the entrance.

You looked up at him, mesmerised by his eyes. “A bit.” you admitted, offering him a small smile.

“Hey, it’ll be okay.” he promised, gently taking your hand in his. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” Castiel murmured, stopping in the middle of the crowded room.

You looked up at him, even with your heels on, he was a bit taller than you.  “What if I screw up? Or what if they notice you, Cas? I mean they can see angels, right?”

Castiel’s face softened as he gently rubbed your knuckles with his thumb.

“You won’t screw up, Y/N. And if they notice me… I’ll just transport us to the bunker. Hey, do you trust me?” he asked with a gentle voice, his blue eyes never leaving yours.

Hesitantly, you nodded.

“Okay, good.” he murmured. “Now let’s enjoy this party.”

Again, you nodded, feeling a bit better now. He led you through the room, scanning around to find the demons.

“I thought I’m the bait? Shouldn’t I be standing somewhere by myself and like, act like a bait for demons?” You asked, confused when Castiel’s hand didn’t leave yours.

“No.” he replied angrily. “I mean, no… Sam and Dean chanced the plan.” he explained himself.

The truth was that they didn’t exactly changed the plan. It was Cas that bugged them all the time, until they promised that you won’t play a bait and that he’ll get to be there in case something goes wrong. He wasn’t sure why, but he had to keep you safe.

“Is that so? Then let’s enjoy tonight.”

This time it was you that led you two around. Soon you found a bar and ordered a drink for you and him, while he was talking with Dean and Charlie a few meters away.

“What is a lady like you doing here alone?”  a harsh voice asked on your left.

You turned around and found a man in early 30’s, smiling at you. He offered you a hand before you could answer.

“Tom.” he flashed you a smile “Tom Hiddleston.”

“Hi. I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. And I’m waiting for a drink.” you smiled back, accepting his offered hand.

“Well, it’s an honour to meet you, Y/N. So do you like the party? And have you tried shrimps? I heard they are marvellous.”

“Party’s great.” you offered him a smile. “And I haven’t yet, but now I’ll have to. Don’t you have a girl to keep entertained?”

Tom shrugged, taking a sip of whiskey he was holding.

“I think that my sister can keep herself entertained.” he chuckled. “And what happened with your companion?”

Out of the sudden you felt arms sneak around your waist.

“I’m right here, you don’t have to worry.” Castiel spoke behind you with a cold voice. “Now if you don’t mind, we’re leaving.”

With that, Castiel grabbed your hand and pulled you away from Tom, so you barely had time to wave him goodbye.

“What the hell?” you asked once you were on a dance floor, with a glass of champagne in your hand.

“I could ask you the same.” he mumbled. “What were you thinking, Y/N? He could be a demon!”

“He wasn’t.” you argued, finishing your glass and leaving it on a table near you. “He was nice and now what? I can’t even talk to guys?”

“No. No you can’t. Can we please stop arguing now, Y/N? Just for one night?”

You looked up at him, only to meet his eyes sadly staring down at you.

“Yeah…” you cleared your throat. “Yes, okay.”

Castiel smiled again “Would you like to dance?”

You nodded at his questions and wrapped hands around his neck. His hands landed on your hips, always making sure that you feel comfortable. He gently rocked you in a slow dance and slowly you both forgot about the world around you.

You rested your head on his chest and he dared to pull you a little closer, placing chin on the top of your head. Band was just playing an old song from 40’s and soon the dance floor was filled with old and young couples.

“I’m hungry.” you whined which made Castiel chuckle.

“Then let’s go eat. Before Charlie and Dean eat everything.”

You laughed and hooked your hand with his so you won’t lose him in the crowd. He led you to the table with all different sorts of food. Your eyes lit up when you saw all the food you could eat and Castiel couldn’t keep a smile off his face when he saw you like that.

“So what should I try first?” you mumbled, more to yourself than to him. Your eyes scanned the table, before they landed on a pie.

“Mmm… Pie…” you smiled to yourself and put a huge piece on your plate.

“What is it with you Winchesters and pie?” Castiel laughed behind you.

“Shut up, you know it’s delicious .” you mumbled, taking a big bite. You couldn’t hold back a moan when pie practically melted in your mouth. “So. Good.”

Castiel chuckled and shook his head. “Are you sure pie isn’t your soulmate?” he teased.

“No.” you heard Dean from behind. “Cause it’s mine. Having fun, kiddo?”  he asked you, suggestive tone in his voice.

You shot him a bitch face, hoping that Castiel didn’t get what Dean meant.

“I actually am.” you threw him a sarcastic smile, taking another bite.

“I can see. Is Cas a good dancer?” your brother wiggled eyebrows at you, sending you a wink.

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks and if you’d have a chance, Dean would get a strong slap. But with Charlie and Castiel around you, you couldn’t do it, of course.

“I don’t understand why this is important…” Castiel furrowed his eyebrows, but smirk never left Dean’s lips and his eyes stayed on you.

“It’s not, Cas. I just want to know if my sister enjoyed dancing with you.”

“I did, in fact.” you smirked back. “And Cas is a really good dancer.”

Dean and Charlie looked at each other and you could see how they slowly nodded to each other.

“I’m not feeling well.” expression on Charlie’s face suddenly changed.

“Yeah, she almost passed out a few minutes ago… So I’m taking her back to the bunker. Can you two come later? We still need someone here?”

You shot an angry look to Charlie, who was definitely hiding a smile. Castiel on the other side looked worried.

“Yes, of course.” he nodded. “I’ll get Y/N home, you take care for Charlie.”

Soon Charlie and Dean left, both throwing you a wink. And so you were, alone with Castiel once again.

“Do you really think I’m a good dancer?” Castiel asked once they were gone, looking down at you.

You felt blush forming on your cheeks once again “You aren’t bad.”

Castiel seemed to be happy with the answer. He bowed in front of you, asking if he could have this dance. Like he saw people do it in the movies.

You couldn’t hold back a laugh, not believing that he can be so… adorable.

“Yes, you may have this dance, Cassie.”

He lifted his eyebrows when you called him by the nickname and your eyes widened as you realized what you did. You never called him ‘Cassie’ before. Not in front of him, that’s for sure. Quickly you cleared your throat and headed to the dance floor.

This time your dance was a bit more elegant. One of your hands was resting in his while other was around his neck. His other hands rested on your waist, pulling you just a bit closer to consider this as a normal dance.

There was tension between you two. Something that was never there, but it didn’t feel bad. Not at all. He was softly gazing at you, his blue eyes locked with yours. You two were slowly rocking side by side, dancing English waltz.

You had no idea for how long you’ve been dancing like this, shyly smiling at each other. Everything was fine until you heard a familiar song. And as if Cas knew what this song actually meant, he pulled you a bit closer, so now there was almost no space between you two.

Band played Always On My Mind by Elvis Presley. A song that was playing when your mom and dad danced for the first time. It was their song.

“Fuck.” you cursed under your breath, feeling yourself tear up.

Castiel immediately stepped back and worry filled his eyes.

“What is it, Y/N? Are you okay?” he asked in panic.

You shook your head no, surprising him and mostly yourself when you pulled him close to bury your head in his chest. Maybe it was alcohol in your veins or emotions flowing through you, but you needed Cas more than anyone right now.

“This was my parent’s song. It played the first time they danced and on their wedding.” you practically sobbed.

Without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around you.

“Do you wanna go back to bunker?” he asked gently and you nodded.

“Okay. C’mon, let’s go somewhere else, so I can transport us back.”

He took your hand in his, slowly guiding you away from the crowded room. Once you were alone, he pressed two fingers to your forehead, transporting you both back to the bunker.

Once you were there, you broke down. Tears streamed down your face, creating wet stains on his shirt.

“I just miss them so much sometimes.” you whispered.

Castiel pulled you closer, gently rocking you, so you’d calm down. “I know. I know you do. If it makes you feel any better. They’re happy up there, they are together.”

You smiled for a second, imagining them in your head. They loved to dance, that’s what you knew. And as you were told, your mom loved to brush her hair. She had beautiful, long blond hair. And your dad… he enjoyed reading so much. He read you a lot when he was still alive.

You looked up at Castiel, almost bumping your nose against him. His face was so close and you couldn’t help but glance at his lips. They were baby pink and looked like the softest thing in the world.

“Y/N…” Castiel whispered, but you cut him off, pressing your lips against his.

He froze for a brief a second, but soon his lips were moving against yours. His lips tasted like champagne he drank at the party. His lips were just as soft as you imagined just a moment ago.

He gently cupped your cheek, before pulling away.

“You’re drunk. We shouldn’t do that now.” he told you. “Go to sleep.”

Your knees were still weak from the kiss and your lips were a bit swollen and tingly.

“Stay with me. Please.” You looked up at him, trying your best to give him puppy eyes. “Just… please Cas?”

“Okay.” Castiel couldn’t deny you anything.

He walked into your room and soon you were passed out on the bed, safe in his arms.


Hope you liked it? Let me know what you think about it and if you think that there should be a part 7?