human cas

Can you imagine how horrifying nightmares would be for a newly human Castiel, though? Waking up to suddenly find himself in bed, totally drenched in sweat, his heart racing as his fight-or-flight instinct pushes at his chest, urging his limbs to run get out get safe run. He’s confused and terrified and trying to understand what just happened but his skin prickles all over and he thinks, briefly, no, that wasn’t a nightmare, that was too real to be a nightmare, before bolting to Dean’s room.

Dean, who is laying in bed, asleep and alive and completely safe.

But Cas can’t—he has to be sure, so he crawls onto the memory foam and shakes the other, sniffling and crying and so fucking relieved when Dean jerks awake, alarmed.

He doesn’t know why he does it. It’s instinct, to wrap his arms around Dean and hold him. To whisper: you’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay until his crying has him only able to gasp for air.

To pull away and kiss him, because thank god.

Dean holds him tight, and listens to him. He kisses him back with everything he is, cupping Castiel’s face and thumbing wetness from his cheeks as he whispers words of his own: I’ve got you, Cas. You’re here, we’re safe, I’ve got you. 

And I will never let you go.

“Rock, Paper, Scissors”

Castiel has untold knowledge of history and lore, and yet there are still so many facets about being human he has yet to learn. One of his more vexing challenges is grasping the game of Rock, Paper, Scissors.

Sam and Dean use it a lot for deciding who will take a certain task. Lately, the instrument has been used to determine who will sleep on the floor, as the current motel they’ve been staying in has been all booked up save for one room with a single bed. And now that Castiel is human, he is also subjected to the same limitations of needing sleep and food and hydration. Not to mention he is now vulnerable to injury and ailment, as his current bruised ribs are evidence of.

They shuffle in late that night, weary after a long day of investigating leads that haven’t panned out. Castiel’s ribs are aching, and he fishes a bottle of pain relievers out of his bag as soon as he’s inside the room.

“Okay, let’s do this,” Dean says, and takes up position, fist extended.

Sam moves forward, and they engage in the silent count to three before shooting their hands out into different shapes. Sam scissors his fingers across Dean’s flat hand.

“Every friggin’ time,” Dean grumbles, and heads for his sleeping bag where he’s spent the past two nights already.

Sam simply smirks, and then turns to Castiel.

There are three possible configurations for this game, and though Sam seems to clearly have a strategy when it comes to beating Dean, Castiel can’t begin to predict what either Winchester will come up with. He opts for scissors.

Sam makes a fist.

It takes Castiel a split moment to remember which one is the winner in this scenario, but before he can move to switch sleeping arrangements with Sam, the younger Winchester shakes his head.

“Nice play. Looks like you get the bed again.”

Castiel frowns. “But I thought rock beat scissors.”

“Sometimes. But since I just used the scissors on Dean’s paper, they’re blunt. The rock sharpened them, so they win.” Sam turns to go roll out the other sleeping bag, leaving Castiel mired in confusion once more.

Why wasn’t the sharpening scenario mentioned when the Winchesters first explained the rules? And if both paper and scissors would have beaten rock in that round, why ever did Sam choose to go with it? Perhaps Castiel has been starting to favor the rock himself, just as Dean and Sam seem to favor paper and scissors, and Sam was trying to cause a tie so they could go again, assuming the scissors would be restored in the second round, even without sharpening.

Castiel sighs.

This game makes no sense.

I swear my parents don’t know if I’m satanic or a religious freak.

-I have devil traps all over my room
-Wear an anti possession bracelet
-talk about how cool lucifer was
But then I:
-Can name 20 different Angels
-I could do an exorcism in less then a minute
-And can explain the relationship between Michael and lucifer with exquisite detail.

But what my parents don’t understand is I’m neither I just watch supernatural.

Decisions

Requests (combined): May I request a Castiel one shot where it’s just fluff? Like, Castiel and reader have just woken up from a great night and it’s all just pillow talk and fluff and small kisses? Thank you in advance if you do it! ~requested by an anon. AND If you’re still doing requests, could you do a Casxreader post-coital (wouldn’t hate you if you threw some during-coital in there too) ball of fluff? Lots of giggles and smiles and enough fluff to make build-a-bear look empty. ~requested by @fight-the-faeries

A/N: I seem to be getting back into my writing groove after the finale hit a little to hard. I didn’t think I’d be able to write Cas this soon. But here he is!

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Oral (male receiving), fluffy fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

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Memories of last night flooded your mind as you began to wake up. You could feel that you were still safe and sound in Castiel’s arms with your head resting against his bare chest.

You felt safe next to Cas, you knew that he’d never let anything harm you. You knew that he’d be with you, always.

You could tell that he was still asleep just by the rhythm of his breathing. It’d taken him awhile after his grace was stolen, but he now slept peacefully. You readjusted yourself in his arms as you laid there, taking in his sweet, natural musk. The aroma of last night’s activities still lingering on his skin.

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anonymous asked:

One of my favourite destiel moments has gotta be the one in s9 when Cas is all "and sex" with Dean spitting out his drink "you had sex with April?" while Sam didn't seem bothered at all or frankly as interested. He's like "oh good for you", but Dean... he's so bothered by it and I love it

DEAN IS SO BOTHERED BY HIS HAVING SEX WITH APRIL BUT ALSO EXCITED BY THE PROSPECT OF SEXUAL CAS AND I AM LIVING.

We do not talk enough about how Dean added a second bedside table to his bedroom during the time that Cas was human, then it disappeared again when he re-graced up and how the set designers tweeted that this was intentional.

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Cas is a terrible patient.

In the ER he fights the nurse putting an iv into his arm. It takes her three tries, and in the end Dean has to hold him down.

He actually growls at the doctor who examines him. The doctor, a young blonde, actually laughs. “I know it hurts,” she says sympathetically, “but don’t fret. We’ll get that appendix out in a few hours. And you’ll heal up from the surgery in a week or so.” Cas only glares.

When the orderly tells Cas he can’t have a drink of water because he’ll be in surgery in less than an hour, Cas actually says, “Fuck you.” Dean shakes his head in wonder. Sam snorts.

In pre-op a nurse gives Cas something “for your nerves, dear.” When she pats his shoulder Cas tries to smack her hand away, but the drugs have already begun to slow his movements. He opens his mouth to speak–almost certainly to say something rude–but all that comes out is a grunt. “That’s better,” she says sweetly. Dean can’t hold in his laughter. Thankfully Cas is already asleep.

After the surgery–a successful surgery–Cas is groggy and sweet, and Dean kisses his fingertips and tells him he’ll feel better soon. He tries the same thing a few hours later, when Cas is more awake. Cas jerks his hand away and pointedly stares at the wall. Dean sighs.


Cas’s attitude does not improve when Sam and Dean bring him home the next day. The bed is uncomfortable. His pillow is too soft. His feet are cold. He wants chicken noodle soup, and all they have is minestrone. His stitches itch. There is nothing–nothing!–worth watching on Netflix.

Dean kills Cas with kindness. He brings extra pillows, a pair of thick socks. He sends Sam–who is ever so thankful to get away from the scratchy Cas–to town for more soup. When Cas slams the laptop shut in disgust, Dean walks to one of Cas’s bookshelves, finds his copy of The Fellowship of the Ring, and settles carefully on his half of the bed to read aloud. Charlie would approve, he thinks.

Dean is nearly done with chapter two–‘I will help you bear this burden, as long as it is yours to bear..’–when Cas says softly, “How do you do it?”

Dean’s heart leaps; this sounds like his Cas. He treads carefully, says lightly, “What, read this long without losing my voice? I used to read to Sam when we were kids, ‘til he got too smart and wanted to do everything by himself.” Dean grins.

Cas looks at his hands, bites his lower lip. “How do you deal with your body doing things you can’t control?”

Something breaks inside Dean’s chest. “Oh Cas,” he says, carefully pulling the fallen angel into his arms, “it’s–that’s humanity. I’m so sorry. It sounds ridiculous, but you’ll get used to it. And I’ll always be here, okay?” Cas’s breath hitches and Dean can feel the tears soaking through his t-shirt.

“We’ll get through this. I promise. In a few weeks we’ll start working out again, and pretty soon you won’t even think about it.” Dean rubs small, easy circles on Cas’s back. “We’ll have you beheading vampires in no time.”

Cas laughs softly. “Ow,” he groans. “Please don’t make me laugh. It hurts.”

Dean smiles as he kisses Cas’s temple and settles him back onto his pillows. “Okay, angel. Rest. Heal.” He picks up the book. “Back to Middle Earth?”

Cas nods and closes his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. “Friends sharing a burden…”

Dean begins to read.



@yourewelcomeforbeingmyfriend …are you feeling better? Here’s a bit more fluff…and this one I wrote just for you! :)

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My grace is gone. What did you expect? Do you have any idea how hard it was? When I fell to earth, I didn’t just lose my powers. I– I had nothing. Now I’m a sales associate.

(Angel Cas, Emmanuel, Godstiel, Leviathan Cas, Endverse Cas, Honey Bee Cas, Puragtory Cas, Bunker Cas, Agent Cas, Homeless Cas - Clarence, ALL!!)

Dean surprises everyone when he hands Cas the iPhone, brand new in its pristine white box. The angel is overwhelmed; he knew his flip phone was outdated but this…

“And wait,” Dean smiles, grabbing another package from the bag. “I haven’t even shown you the best part yet.”

They’re headphones, large ones in a big box and a little plastic container of smaller ear buds. They both have the label Shure on the side, a fact that has Sam’s hazel eyes wide and Castiel blushing under the lavishness of the gifts. “Dean, I don’t need–”

“I know,” Dean says. His smile, though hesitant and shy, is beautiful. “I, uh, I wanted to. ‘Sides, can’t have you listening to shitty tunes on shitty headphones, y'know?”

The phone has already been set up, a fact Castiel is eternally grateful for. The angel watches as Dean explains how the device works, tapping at the screen and plugging in the huge headphones and carefully placing them over Cas’s ears. Castiel flinches in response: “Sorry.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” Dean replies. His smile is brave and fake, and Cas hates it. He wishes he could relax. He wishes he could stop being anxious and sad. But ever since he expelled Lucifer and killed Amara, things have been—different. Loud noises make him jump, unexpected touches make him cringe and flinch, and he often loses himself in his own thoughts.

“Hey, here, I wanna show you something.” This time, Dean warns him before touching him, his calloused fingers smoothing over his arm as his other hand hovers over the phone. “I’m gonna press play, okay? You’ll like it, I promise.”

With the knowledge that the song will be a surprise, Castiel tenses up, his shoulders almost touching his ears. He nods and bites his lip, almost to the point of blood.

Dean’s green eyes become dull and worried in response, and the hunter gives a little nod of his own. He presses play. Cas flinches pre-emptively.

And then it’s just… alright. Good, even.

In the place of music, the sound of rain filters through his headphones. It’s a little bit of a shock at first, he has to turn the volume down because the bouts of thunder make him jump, but after a while, it becomes—relaxing. The sound is repetitive, soft, the thunder is low and grumbly, and it soothes Cas until he’s comfortable enough to slump in his seat. Dean, who at some point has sat down beside him, easily takes Castiel’s weight against his shoulder. When he wraps an arm around the angel, Cas doesn’t even flinch.

Soon after, the rain changes to the hum of a washing machine, but instead of another ten minutes of blissful white noise, the sound is soon interrupted by something sharper. It’s still a low sound, though, and with how relaxed Castiel is, the angel doesn’t startle.

It’s Dean.

So, uh, hey Cas, it’s me. Ah… Dean.

A smile begins to creep across Cas’s lips.

Shit. Fuck, of course it’s me—um, yep. So, it’s Dean. And I just. I just wanted to talk, I guess. I know it’s been kinda, uh, tough since you got back, and I know we don’t talk about it, but I’m… I’m worried, Cas. And I know I’m a coward. And I know I’m probably bein’ selfish right now, but it’s killin’ me to watch you waste away to nothing, man. I, ah, I love you too much for that. Like, I love you a lot, a-and—fuck. I’m not… doin’ this right.

Look, what I, I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is that… I don’t care why you did it. I don’t. I care about you, Cas. And if you don’t love me back, that’s cool, and if you do, well… A shaky breath. Well, then, we move at your pace. But you’re all I care about. You gotta believe that.

Kay, um, well, I love you.

Okay.

Uh, bye.

Cas doesn’t know he’s crying until Dean is wiping at his cheeks, freckled skin drowning in ruby red warmth as the hunter coos and hushes him. Castiel grasps Dean’s wrists tightly and carefully leans in, his breath shaky and laboured and nervous before he presses the sweetest of chaste kisses upon the other’s lips. Immediately after, Cas buries his face in Dean’s neck and hugs his hunter tightly. “Thank you,” he breathes.

Dean’s small, relieved smile presses against the top of Castiel’s head. “Yeah, god, anytime, Cas,” he breathes. “L-love you.”

It takes a handful of seconds before Cas can gather up the air to answer—before he’s absolutely certain this is real. Fingers twisting in the material of Dean’s shirt, the angel nods, throat clicking with his swallow. His lips part.

“Love you.”

okay, but imagine this

cas is horrible to share a bed with, and dean knows from first-hand experience

and it’s not even a simple issue like snoring, which dean could deal with because he’s shared a room with sammy tons of times throughout the years and sammy snores like a chainsaw

no, instead, cas is always doing shit like:

  • wedging his ice-cold toes between dean’s thighs in the middle of the night, even though dean repeatedly tells him to just wear socks to bed
  • eating in bed, and not a bowl of cereal either, but dry stuff like crackers and toast and those horrible nature’s valley oat bars that get scratchy crumbs everywhere in the sheets
  • flat-out refusing to get out of bed unless: (a) it’s after 11 a.m., (b) there’s already coffee ready and waiting for him, and if neither of those things are true, he’s not shy about telling dean to fuck off in a sleepy, muffled, yet dangerous, tone
  • insisting on showering at night before bed instead of in the morning like a normal person, so he always comes to bed with wet hair and gets the pillows all gross and damp
  • hogging said pillows, because there’s plenty to spare when they go to sleep but by the time they wake up, cas has two under his head, one stuffed behind his back, one wedged between his knees, one tucked against his chest, and dean has a crick in his neck from his head laying flat on the mattress all night
  • rolling over in the mornings to snuggle closer and always managing to jab an elbow or a knee right into dean’s half-full bladder
  • always leaning in for a good-morning kiss, horrible morning breath be damned

and dean would go fucking crazy, except for the fact that cas also:

  • looks so serious sometimes when he’s dreaming, eyebrows pinched together, until dean smoothes away the grumpy line with his fingers and cas’ face slowly relaxes
  • uses some kind of organic oatmeal and honey shampoo, and dean’s so conditioned to the smell that it’s impossible for him to fall asleep if he goes to bed first, tossing and turning impatiently until cas finally climbs under the covers and wriggles close
  • sighs sometimes in his sleep when dean wraps his arms around him, but not a heavy sigh, just a content, almost relieved-sounding sigh, a faint huff of breath that puffs against dean’s face
  • runs his fingers through dean’s hair when dean’s feeling restless, massaging his scalp deliciously until dean can barely keep his eyes open
  • hums quietly to himself, and maybe cas can’t carry a tune in a bucket and none of it ever sounds like a song dean can recognize, but the low, steady vibrations in cas’ chest are soothing in a weird way
  • stretches in the mornings, one leg kicking out from under the sheets, arms extending above his head, back arching languidly, all of his muscles taut beneath his skin
  • always leans in for a good-morning kiss, horrible morning breath be damned
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“I’m not an angel anymore Castiel. I can’t help you like this… I lost them for ever.”

“I’m so sorry Y/N. This is my fault…”

“You tried to save us all, you did nothing wrong. Metatron did. I won’t be able to go home again, and all because of him.”

anonymous asked:

Brace yourself, this is a hard question: Favorite reunion scene between any characters?

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Originally posted by mellofone

SOBBING.

Cas though Dean was going to his death and offered to go with him. Then he was the one who asked about Dean when the sun was fixed, ignoring his own father who he has been searching for basically his whole life. Tried to keep good his promise to Dean to look after Sam, was on a mission to do this when he comes to the bunker and… THERE IS DEAN.

HE THROWS HIMSELF AT HIM. LOOK AT THIS KOALA.

Dean doesn’t feel as strongly because he isn’t the one who missed the other, for him it all happened organically, but he still holds his arms out for a hug and fucking SOFTENS INTO THE HUG. 

Then Mary is there and fucking hell this exposition….look at her FACE. The way Dean introduces Cas to her… mom this is my boyfriend, could not be more blatant. Then her question, setting us up for who and what Cas is, when the theme of who we are not what we are is so strong all season for ALL of them and… well we all know why I believe Cas KEEPS being asked this question over and over again.

It just sets up the rest of the season so perfectly, with Mary acting like Cas’ mother in law, Dean figuring out what his relationship with Mary can be, what he can tell her and what he feels he has to hide (e.g. his feelings for Cas and John’s parenting), starting to realise that who he is and who he loves (Cas) is ok even if Mary is ‘bad’, metaphorically gives him this look all season, realising that he deserves good things exactly thanks to Mary being a ‘bad’ mother, Sam being missing and it bringing Mary and Dean together against the BMoL’s influence (as per 12x22 finally telling her some truths about himself and it being a GOOD THING, it saving her, it being positive that he was honest and accepting the truth rather than repressing it), Cas floundering around who he is and where he belongs, Cas being the one who ACTUALLY dies and Dean being the one who misses him for a long time…

There’s just so much going on and I love the way Dabb loves to loop the story back around to the beginning, how there is so much of 12x22/23 that links to 12x01/02 and then all the way back to season 1.

I love it :D

The Tree of Life - Yellow Ledbetter (Part 6)

Chapter Summary: You tell Steve whether or not you’re going to stay in Idaho with him. 
A/N: I kinda redid Heaven Can’t Wait a bit so just like go with it, it’s cool. I also recommend listening to the song I’ve provided a link to. It’s the song that Cas and the reader dance to.  <3
Pairing: Castiel x Reader (Steve!Cas)
Warnings: I think a little language? A tad bit of angst? (like a tad)
Word Count: 2,785

Music to set the mood (listen for maximum feels): Yellow Ledbetter - Pearl Jam

MASTERLIST

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“Y/N?” he asked as his steadying breaths mixed with the sound of his suddenly quickening heartbeat that was lulling you into a sleep state.

“Yeah?” you yawned.

“You should… you should stay,” he began nervously, “You should stay here. In Idaho, with me.”

———-

It was meant to be. It was always meant to be. It was the very reason why Castiel had been the one to rescue Dean from the pit. It was why the Leviathans had been freed from Purgatory. It was why the angels fell, and why Metatron took his grace. It was why Dean told him he couldn’t stay in the bunker with him and Sam.

It was all so that he could meet you.

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