human castiel

Teach Me

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1496

Warnings: stupid fluff and smut. Yay.

**This one was kind of fun to write. Just saying. Anyway, enjoy. ;)

(Not my GIF)

“And how is Cas doing?” you looked up from your coffee as you leaned back into your chair. Sam and Dean sat across from you at the library room table.

Dean chuckled as he chewed his burger, dripping grease onto the plate in front of him. “It’s like having a toddler roaming free around the bunker. It’s actually kind of hilarious,” Dean mumbled with his mouth full.

Sam smirked up at you. “Yeah, it is pretty hilarious. He tried to use the toaster this morning…” Sam chuckled with Dean.

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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.


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!!)


Why does that barista look so familiar, Dean?

This is the original picture prompt I submitted to the SPN Reverse Big Bang!

Thanks to the wonderful Tennyo for coming up with such a great story! Please check it out! ♥

Coeur d'Ange by Tennyo

Summary: A fix-it retelling of 9x06 “Heaven Can’t Wait”, but if Castiel found a different town, and met different people when he arrived.

Featuring Castiel as a blond barista, a very supportive Trans boss, and Dean deciding to hang around a while.

Read it on AO3!

The Gift

Cas x Reader

Word Count: 582 (Long drabble/short one-shot thing?)

Warnings: swearing, light fluff.

**I thought about this while staring at my cat. I’m strange like that. But, in all seriousness, this is kind of a dedication to him. I know he can’t read this or comprehend it (that I know of), but he is the one thing that has helped/is helping me through some tough times. So thank you, sweet Jack. This one is for you. Enjoy y’all.

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Cas beamed as you and the boys returned to the bunker. The three of you had a rough job in Illinois that kept you from coming home for almost a week. But now, you were back home, hopefully for a while.

You raced down the entry staircase and jumped into Cas’s arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your lips crashed together, causing your teeth the clink. You pulled away giggling.

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What if you were to find out that no one is listening? That God had pretty much left, that Heaven had gone out of business? What would you do?

(Angel Cas, Emmanuel, Gas n Sip ‘Steve’, Godstiel, Leviathan Cas, Endverse Cas, Honey Bee Cas, Puragtory Cas, Bunker Cas, Agent Cas, ALL!!)

Coming Home to Me

On the day they met, Dean Winchester is four years old.  Emblazoned on the front of his light blue teddy T-shirt are the words I Wuv Hugz, and everyone who’s ever met Dean can verify the accuracy of this statement.

Everyone who’s ever met his new neighbor, Castiel Novak, knows the opposite is true.  It’s 1983, and though terms like Asperger’s Syndrome and touch aversion have yet to seep into public consciousness, Cas had been sure to convey his displeasure to anyone who’s ever tried to hug him without his explicit consent.

As such, both the boys’ parents watch with considerable apprehension as Dean toddles up to the newcomer, ready to bestow upon him the signature Winchester greeting. 

He throws his pudgy arms around Castiel’s slight shoulders, squeezing him as tightly as his little body will allow. 

Castiel’s haggard single mother, Naomi, squeezes her eyes shut and braces herself for the ear-splitting wail that is sure to follow.  To her surprise, there is none.  

Instead, when she dares to look again, Cas is, for the first time in his short life, expressing physical affection, his thin arms wrapped delicately around Dean’s shoulders.  

In a voice so soft no one but Dean can hear it, Castiel murmurs, “Hello, Dean.” 

It’s now 1988.

Dean Winchester is nine years old, down a parent, and up a…well, he’s hesitant to refer to Cas as like a brother, though adults in his life have described it as such.  It just feels wrong to him, for reasons he has yet to put his finger on. 

Regardless, Cas has become remarkably close, mostly because his mother – a single parent, struggling to make ends meet – is almost never home.  As his closest neighbors and closest friends, Cas ends up spending more time at the Winchesters’ house than he does at his own.  

Dean still wuvs hugz, though he’s now less willing to admit to such, and Cas, miracle of all miracles, still never fails to return them.  Indeed, Dean is one of the few people Cas will willingly touch.

At present, the boys are cuddled up on Dean’s lower bunk while young Sammy snoozes above them, a rerun of the Three Stooges buzzing on Dean’s fuzzy, black-and-white TV set.  

99% of the time, Cas doesn’t understand the humor, fails to see the amusement in watching three people brutalize one another.  But he enjoys hearing Dean laugh, the feel of his warm breath against the back of his neck.  It makes him feel comforted.  

It makes him feel home. 

Contentedly, Cas closes his eyes.  He’s just drifting off when he hears Dean say, “Oh.  Hi, Daddy.” 

For some reason, he sounds nervous.  

When Cas blinks open his eyes, he sees why:  John is standing in the doorway, glowering at them, a strange sort of contempt darkening his glassy eyes.  He’s yards away from them, leaning in the doorless entryway to the boys’ room, but Cas can smell the pungent stench of alcohol wafting off of him.

“You boys’re too old to be doin’ that,” is all he mutters, before staggering away and leaving the confused duo with the vague but pervasive sense that they’ve done something wrong.  

Cas glances over at Dean, who’s now worrying his lower lip and won’t meet his eyes.  

Cas pats his hand.  “My mommy smells that way when she gets sad,” he offers. 

For some reason, it seems to help.

It’s now 1996, and in that very same room, the boys are having a slumber party.  Of course, they’re not allowed to call it a slumber party, because they’re boys over the age of twelve, and rules of social conduct dictate that it be called hanging out.

But, essentially, it was a slumber party.

Cas skipped a grade, while Dean was held back one, and as such, they haven’t seen as much of one another as either party would have liked.  

Still, Dean is popular, and surprisingly, so is Cas:  yes, he’s undeniably nerdy and not a little weird, but there’s an inherent niceness to him that makes him a pleasant person to be around.

Dean has had the pleasure of witnessing this all evening, as Cas interacts with Charlie, with Gabe, with Kevin and Garth and Benny, and even the little gray mixed breed that recently followed Sam home.  Regardless of what is being said, Cas listens to each of them with his undivided attention, head nodding, blue eyes wide with interest. 

Dean is content, for once, to quietly observe, witnessing his friend for the first time through the others’ eyes.

Later that night, however, when they line the floor like sleeping caterpillars in their multicolored sleeping bags, Dean once again has Cas all to himself, facing one another in the bunk they’d shared all those years ago.  

There’s a flutter in their chests that wasn’t there before, a not-entirely-unpleasant sensation that neither one can place. 

Years later, Dean won’t remember what it was Cas was saying.  He’ll only remember the soft, gravelly rasp of his voice, his crystalline blue eyes as they stared so intently into his own.  

He’ll remember how soft his chapped, full lips felt as he found himself kissing them, the tickle of his faint stubble.

He’ll remember the instant he pulled away, and the long moment in which they just silently stared, a million wordless protests racing through their minds:  it’s the mid-nineties, and the heat of the AIDs epidemic is still fresh in the public’s memory.  It’s by no means a good time to be gay, or anything close it.

More than anything, he’ll remember the exact moment he decided he didn’t care, that nothing in the world mattered more than having Castiel’s lips against his own.

He’ll remember the instant Cas silently agreed with him when he kissed back. 

It’s 2002. 

Cas is going to medical school.  Sam is going to college. 

Dean is going overseas.  

In the end, he really doesn’t have a choice in the matter:  he never had gotten his high school diploma, weighed down by the burden of being his family’s full-time emotional (and ultimately, financial) provider. 

He’d tried so hard to juggle the two, coming home straight after school everyday to clean up and make dinner, to fill the role his mother had vacated when she’d died of cancer years before, and helping Sammy with his homework every evening before he even got started on his own.

He eventually had to give up and drop out of school entirely when John left them, and he had to get a full time job at his Uncle Bobby’s garage just to make ends meet.

But never once had Dean given up on the hope of making his life meaningful, of helping others and saving lives. 

When he was younger, he’d wanted to go to nursing or medical school, perhaps become a paramedic, but as a high school flunky with five bucks to his name, this option is out for the time being. 

So really, his only option is overseas.

Cas knew this, and he knows he should have prepared himself better.  Yet this does little to stop the tears from falling as he holds his fiance’s hands, freshly gifted engagement rings glinting in the evening sun.

Dean smiles that goofy, crooked smile, puts on a brave face as he wipes the tears away.  

“Hey, now,” he says, chuckling painfully.  “Ain’t we talked about this, angel?  You know I don’t do chick-flick moments.”

Cas smiles faintly, nearly argues that Dean loves chick-flicks and they both know it, but he finds he doesn’t have it in him for their usual, lighthearted banter.  

“Promise me you’ll come home,”  he says instead.  

For a moment, Dean’s facade falters, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.  Still, his smile remains fixedly – painfully – in place.  

“I promise, angel,” he whispers.

Eighteen months later, Dean comes home.  Or rather, most of him does.  

They’ll both realize, with time, that Dean lost a part of himself overseas, and it wasn’t just the tip of his now-stubby left pinky finger that he’ll forever use to give Sam wet willies for maximum gross-out factor.  It wasn’t just the majority of the flesh of his left arm and ribcage, that took the brunt of the damage when the bomb went off, the drum-tight, pinkish scar tissue there to remind him whenever he examines himself shirtless in the bathroom mirror.

It’s something intangible, that will make itself evident the first time he ushers Cas away from their bedroom window, mind already anticipating the crackle of bullets and the shattering of class.  The first time he wakes up, heart pounding, to the crashing of a garbage truck or early summer fireworks, every instinct screaming for him to find shelter.  

Dean knows he lost something overseas, a part of himself he’ll never fully be able to recover.

But he’ll be okay.  They both will.  

In time, he’ll finally get his GED.  He’ll go to community college, and then, to nursing school, finally able to fulfill his dream of saving lives, helping others in his own way.  

He and Cas will get married in the fall, and though it will take years of convincing on Cas’s end, convincing that Dean will not become a replica of his father, they’ll have kids:  Claire and Ben, adopted two years apart.  Dean will be startled by how completely they feel like his own.  

They’ll be okay.  In spite of it all, they’ll be okay.  Life will go on, and it will be a good one.

But for now, all that matters is here at the airport, searching the crowd for that messy head of raven hair he knows is waiting for him.  

His heart skips a beat when he finally spots it.  

The years have been good to Castiel.  His shoulders visibly broader beneath his usual beige trench, a veritable sea of stubble framing the familiar, chapped lips.  Eyes, somehow bluer than Dean remembered them, widened when they met his own.  

Dean swallowed.  Make no mistake, Cas had always been gorgeous, but now…damn.

For a moment, the two just stare at each other, neither sure what to say.  

Finally, Dean chuckles wetly.  “Angel,” he huffs, with his best attempt at a cocky smile.  “You’re…you’re all grown up.”

Castiel says nothing.  Wordlessly, he moves forward, strong arms enveloping Dean’s shoulders.  Dean rests his head in the crook of his neck, breathing in a shaky, relieved breath as he feels the familiar prickle of stubble, taking in the clean, soapy scent he hadn’t known how much he’d missed.  It makes him feel comforted.  

It feels like home. 

A soft, gravelly voice rasps gently in his ear,  “Hello, Dean.”                  



Originally posted by constiellation

Castiel’s endgame in the Carver era

I saw a wonderful gif set by @supernaturalapocalypse and I couldn’t help the need to write something about it.

In meta I’ve written before, I’ve been saying that Cas’ endgame has been questioned at least since 9x06. However, the gif set I’m talking about shows clearly that Castiel’s endgame has been foreshadowed since season 8. It’s incredibly obvious that all the Carver era has done is put Cas in a position where it’s crystal clear for the audience what Cas’ choice will be in the end, no matter what. 

It is totally true that Castiel has been choosing Dean since season 4. The first time he did it was in 4x18 (The Monster at the End of This Book). He finally rebelled against Heaven in 4x22 and spent all season 5 defying Heaven because of Dean. The problem is that when the Apocalypse was finally over, the obvious choice for Cas was to go back to Heaven. Nobody could question that endgame for him, so that’s exactly what he did.

In season 6, Cas did everything to stop Raphael from restarting the Apocalypse. He ended up being “god” and went back to Heaven to teach Raphael’s followers a lesson. When he tried to return the souls to Purgatory, the only thing we knew about him was that he wanted to redeem himself, but the Leviathan took control over him and we lost Cas for most of season 7. When he came back and remembered who he was, all he could do was take Sam’s pain to fix at least a little of what he had done. He became what we call “crazy!Cas”, whose motto was “I don’t fight anymore”, except for when he learned that Dean was going to risk his life to clean up Cas’ mess. He ended up in Purgatory with Dean, and from season 8 we learned that Cas wanted to stay in Purgatory to do penance. He felt guilty for everything he had done, and he didn’t think he deserved to be saved.

Castiel, angel of the Lord, went from being a character who belonged in Heaven and turned into a character who didn’t know where exactly he belonged anymore. If you’re a writer, how can you take this character and make him want to stay on Earth? In season 5, Cas’ obvious endgame was going back to Heaven. Is that what Carver wants for Castiel? The answer is NOT AT ALL.

When Carver became the showrunner in season 8, Castiel was unwillingly rescued from Purgatory and became Naomi’s puppet. He was mind-controlled most of the season, but when he had to follow orders and kill Dean, he was given a choice: “You have to choose, Castiel. Us or them?” That was the first time TPTB asked an important question for Cas’ endgame. Cas chose “THEM” (and by “them”, I mean Dean), but when Dean asked Cas “what broke the connection” between Cas and Naomi, Castiel said he didn’t know because, honestly, he had no freaking clue.

Cas fled because once he was himself, he didn’t know where he belonged. Dean was pissed because Cas didn’t stay, because Cas didn’t trust him and ran away with the angel tablet, but what Dean didn’t understand was that it was complicated for Cas. Metatron took advantage of Castiel’s confusion and manipulated him as well. In the season 8 finale, Cas was given another choice. He was going to “close the gates of Heaven” (or at least that’s what he thought), and Dean asked him if he was sure because if he did that, he was going to close the door behind himself and wouldn’t be able to return to Earth. What was Castiel’s answer? He seemed determined. He thought that was the right thing to do, so Dean said it was time for E.T. to go home since they still thought that Castiel’s home was Heaven. In other words, Castiel’s endgame was still to go back to Heaven, at least in Cas’ mind, but not in Jeremy Carver’s mind.

In season 9, Cas became human.  In the season 8 finale, he was even told by Metatron to get a wife and have babies, so Cas was given a different option for an endgame. And guess what? The first thing we saw in season 9 was Cas telling his sister that there might be something even better than Heaven’s order and purpose, down here, on Earth. Castiel looked happy in 9x03 when he was in the Bunker even though he was human. He became miserable when he was left alone in a human life he didn’t understand. He was obviously affected by the fact that the people he considered his friends turned their backs on him. Dean kicked him out when Cas needed him the most. That’s why he was pissed at Dean in 9x06. However, in that episode, Cas was directly questioned for the first time in a more obvious way: “But as what, Castiel. As an angel or a man?” In season 8, Naomi told Cas to choose between “us” = heaven or “them” = humanity. In season 9, Cas was clearly given the options he had: ANGEL OR MAN? Did he answer the question? No, he didn’t because we’ll see the answer to that when Supernatural ends, but that doesn’t mean the Show cannot foreshadow the answer we’ll get.

The first foreshadowing was in 9x22 when Josiah told Cas, “You play at being noble. You play at being one of us. But I look into your eyes… And I don’t see an angel staring back at me.” Cas’ options are to be a man or to be an angel. What is Cas if his own brothers cannot see an angel in him? What is he if they tell him he plays at being one of them? So Castiel’s endgame has suddenly changed. He doesn’t belong in Heaven anymore, but WHY?

The same episode (9x22) gave us the answer in Metatron’s voice: “His true weakness is revealed. He’s in love… with humanity.” That was the episode where Hannah told Cas that the angels gave him their trust. Her words were simple: “Don’t lose it over one man.” ONE MAN. Not Humanity. She was talking about Dean. She wanted Castiel to punish Dean, to kill Dean. But Cas couldn’t. Castiel’s endgame has totally changed because he’s in love. Dean himself told Cas, in the same episode: “You just gave up an entire army for one guy.” The writers didn’t give a clear “he’s in love with Dean” because it was not the right time for the audience yet (there were more seasons to come and we’re talking about the endgame here), but the subtext was there and it was painfully obvious for everybody who has already taken their heteronormative goggles off.

Besides, in 9x23 we got some more confirmation thanks to Metatron’s words:“And the Angel tablet – arguably the most powerful instrument in the history of the universe – is in pieces, and for what again? Oh, that’s right – to save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right?” Perhaps Metatron didn’t literally say that Cas was in love with Dean, but he said that Cas’ only goal was to save Dean no matter how much he pretended to be Team Heaven. Metatron knew that Cas’ choices were not because of humanity or because of Dean and Sam. IT WAS ALL ABOUT SAVING ONE HUMAN. So, please let those words sink in for a moment.

In the first episode of season 10, we got a Cas who understood that even though being human was painful and could lead to chaos, “not all bad comes from it.” He mentioned art, love, hope, dreams. All of those “human things” as Hannah herself told him. However, when it was Hannah showing him those kind of human things in 10x03, Cas said that emotions and feelings were dangerous temptations. At that point, the mission was everything to Cas and he saw these “dangerous temptations” like distractions that could easily occur. He wanted Hannah to understand that, but how would he know that feelings are dangerous temptations? Maybe because he has experienced those feelings? We just don’t know!

In 10x03, Cas stated two things as his “mission”: getting to Dean (turning him human again) and hunting the rogues. However, in 10x18, Metatron questioned Cas’ mission literally, just in case the audience had not been paying attention. Metatron’s words to Cas: “How many more rogue angels are there out there? And, what are you gonna do once you’re done with all that? Go back to Heaven? Please.” We, as the audience know that early in the season Cas mentioned the rogues as half of his mission. The other half was Dean, but Metatron didn’t know it. The question was valid, though. What is Cas gonna do once he’s done? Go back to Heaven? PLEAAAAASE!! It’s obvious Cas’ engame is not Heaven anymore. “So tell me, Castiel, truly, what is your mission now?”

Cas gave us his mission in 10x22 when he told Dean: “Maybe you could fight the Mark for years, maybe centuries, like Cain did, but you cannot fight it forever. And when you finally turn – and you will turn – Sam… And everyone you know, everyone you love – they could be long dead. Everyone except me.” Staying by Dean’s side is Cas’ mission. So let me ask again, what is Castiel’s endgame?

Has season 11 changed the song that’s been playing during all the Carver era? Not in the slightest! As early as episode 2 we got an angel asking Cas what he is. When Cas dared call himself an “angel of the Lord”, this is the answer he got: “That so? ‘Cause, near as I can tell, when you have to choose between heaven and the Winchesters… You choose them. Every time. So, see, you’re not my brother.” Cas is like “a dog that thinks it’s people” (a reference that has been used twice around Cas so far). He’s not a human, but he tries to be like one. The problem is that Heaven is definitely not where Cas belongs anymore. That’s clear as water. Therefore, the “as an angel or a man” question should have an obvious answer. At least for us, the audience. If people still have doubts, I really don’t know what show they’ve been watching. Cas, on the other hand, still needs to find his answer because he still calls himself an angel and he still thinks he’s “a lot like people”, but that’s not good enough. It’s his ENDGAME, though. So it’s obvious he still needs more time to figure it out. Besides, how can he be certain he belongs on Earth when he’s still not sure his human family will want him?

In 11x06, Metatron made Cas realize that he was sick of being everyone’s tool, manipulated and used by even his friends. Cas’ flashbacks in the same episode showed that Cas is aware of everything he’s done for and because of Dean. He lost Hannah, probably the last angel who didn’t hate Castiel. He has lost all his family in Heaven because of Dean (since the flashbacks didn’t show Sam or Metatron or Crowley or Rowena or anybody else). Now the million dollar question for Cas is: Has it all been worth it? Can you believe the thing separating Dean and Cas this season is the uncertainty they feel toward each other? No more Gadreel, no more fading grace or Mark of Cain. Huh!  

Anywho, I’m sure one of Carver’s objectives since he took the reins of the show was to change Castiel’s endgame. To me, the journey has been pretty evident. Cas will choose to live as a man and will stay with Dean. What sort of relationship will they have? That’s the other million dollar question! But we can remember something regarding Castiel: he’s in love! Also, it wouldn’t hurt to remember that Dean has been set for a romantic interest since season 9 (as confirmed by Sam in 11x04). So… make of that what you will. ;)

canon divergent deancas au

human/graceless!cas freaks out when Dean is injured on a hunt

For an anon

The ghost is gone.

Sam, Castiel, and Dean are alive.

They’re all a little banged up though; Sam has a cut over his eye, Castiel has bruises up his arms from falling, and Dean has a sharp pain in his side that, oh, is an open wound.

Dean looks down at the blood seeping through his shirt and sighs, it’s one of his favorites and now he’ll never get the stains out.

They’re all picking themselves up, getting themselves back together, when Castiel notices.

“Dean!” He gasps, rushing over with his hands outstretched.

“I’m okay, Cas. I’m fine.” Dean tries to ensure him. It doesn’t work.

Castiel’s hands are at the hem of Dean’s shirt before he knows it, pulling it up to inspect the wound with no regard for Dean’s attempts to assuage his fear.

“Oh,” Castiel says, distressed, “Oh, oh no.” He touches the edge of the cut timidly, then pulls his hand back quickly.

“Cas, I’m alright.” Dean says again, laying a hand gently on Castiel’s shoulder, “It’s not deep. I’ve had worse.”

“We’ve both had worse.” Sam says, joining the duo, rubbing at the cut over his eye, “We’ve always come out fine.”

Castiel shakes his head, and his face starts to contort into a grimace. “I can’t do anything.” He whispers, “I can’t help. I- I can’t help.”

He’s blinking rapidly, his bottom lip is quivering.

Castiel has been struggling a lot since the loss of his grace, in a lot of different ways. Mostly he keeps it to himself, but one thing Dean knows that really bothers him is the fact that he can’t heal anymore.

“Cas, I promise it’s okay.” Dean murmurs, giving Castiel’s shoulder a squeeze.

Finally, the tears start to spill from Castiel’s eyes. He pulls in a ragged breath and shakes his head again. “It’s not okay, it’s not okay-“

It breaks Dean’s heart, and he hates for this to happen in front of Sam because he knows that Castiel will be mortified later. He has to fix it, he has to soothe the pained look from Castiel’s face.

Dean presses closer to Castiel, wrapping his arms around the man and pulling him into an embrace.

“Hey, I got you.” Dean says into Castiel’s hair, not thinking about the fact that Sam is right there and he doesn’t actually know about the change in Dean and Castiel’s relationship yet, “It’s alright, sweetheart, I swear. I’m here, i’m gonna be fine.”

He rubs his hand in small circles on Castiel’s back, presses a kiss to his temple. “We’re all okay. We’re all okay.”

Castiel’s fingers are clenched in the fabric of Dean’s shirt, his face buried in Dean’s shoulder. It takes a minute to coax him back out, but when he does, his face is wet with tears.

“Hey there,” Dean whispers, reaching up to thumb away the moisture from beneath Castiel’s eyes, “I missed you.”

Castiel rolls his eyes, “I’m not a child, Dean.” He grumbles, but he doesn’t move away.

“I know,” Dean says, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Castiel’s down-turned mouth, “I know.”

It’s only after the kiss, when Castiel’s face is sliding into something softer, less devastated, that Dean remembers Sam.

He looks up to find his brother standing there with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrows practically ascending into his hairline.

“Is there something you guys want to tell me?” He asks, a little condescending.

“Uh,” Says Dean.

Castiel turns quickly in Dean’s arms, eyes wide. “Sam! I-”


“That’s- i mean-”

“We’re sort of-”

“Yes! I mean- you go. Sorry, Dean. Go ahead.”

“No that’s- it’s okay, but I-” Dean clears his throat, takes a breath, and says, “We’re, um, sort of… together?”

“Is that a question?” Says Sam.

“We’re together.” Dean affirms, “You know, in a- like-” He clears his throat again, “romantic sort of… way.”

Sam rolls his eyes, and Dean thinks that must be where Cas picked it up from, “You know I actually figured that, what with the kissing.”

Dean huffs, frowning at his brother. “Then what’s with the third degree, Samantha? We’ve got shit to do.”

“Not like you were doing it anyway.”

“There was a situation!”

“You’re a situation.” Sam says pettily, but he goes to start picking up their dropped equipment.

“I knew.” Sam says later. They’re in the car, headed back to the bunker. Castiel is sleeping soundly in the back seat.

“Huh?” Says Dean.

“About you and Cas. I knew.”

“You knew? No way.”

Sam huffs. “Okay, I didn’t know for sure, but I had a hunch. When were you going to tell me?”

Dean sighs. “I don’t know, Sam. It wasn’t like it was a secret, exactly, we just… Cas is having a rough time and… it just seemed like a good idea to keep everything kind of quiet. We’d have told you soon, I swear.”

Sam frowns, but doesn’t argue.

“How’d you know?” Dean asks after a while.

“A couple of weeks ago, I came into the kitchen and Cas was cooking breakfast in only boxers.”

“So what?” Dean wonders.

“They were your boxers.”


Imagine Teaching Human!Cas How to Shower

Author’s Note: I love the though of Cas not knowing mundane human things. For real though, did someone teach Cas how to shower? How does he keep his vessel looking so fresh and clean? I need some answers SPN. - Haley xx 

The hunt went from good to bad to worse in a matter of seconds. The vampire nest was infested and right after you sliced one’s head off, another came up from behind and cut down your arm. Cas killed it before it could feed off of you or turn you.

Cas helped you back to the impala and held you in his lap all the way back because of how bad you were shaking. You didn’t notice Cas had got his chest sliced opened, so when everyone stumbled into The Bunker, his white button down was now matted to his chest from yours, his, and vampire blood.

“I’ll patch up Sam, you go see if your boyfriend needs any help,” Dean said.

You nodded your head and pulled Cas into your bathroom. “Cas, it’s probably better to shower before I see if you need stitched up, so go ahead and hop in,” you nodded at the shower.

He looked at the shower before looking back at you and slowly saying, “How do I actually use a shower?”

“You’ve never took a shower before?” Cas shook his head. “Strip down.”

You turned on the water and let Cas change out of his dirty clothes. Cas stepped in and you undressed fast and got in a few seconds later. He was staring at the water, his back to you. You wrapped your arms around his waist and Cas blushed. “Should we be showering together?”

“A lot of couples do,” you smiled. “Put your head under the water.”

You watched Cas do as you said and he smiled. “Feels quite nice.” He turned around and you gasped at the wound on his chest.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, running your hand close the irritated skin.

“I am fine,” Cas said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I had to make sure you were okay. You were scared when the hunt was over. How is your arm?”

“I’m fine, but you’re not an angel anymore, Cas. You have to tell me if you get hurt,” you said.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, lifting your chin up and pressing a soft kiss against your lips. “I will next time.”

“Good,” you whispered back.

Cas smiled. He grabbed a bottle from your shower rack and squinted at it. “How are all these chemicals supposed to clean my vessel? This makes no sense.”

You laughed and grabbed it from him. “I’m not sure, Cas. I just know they work.”

You showed Cas the difference between shampoo and conditioner and why different soaps are just all around better. Cas accidental emptied out half of your shaving cream all over the shower walls when trying to figure it out. In the end, you and Cas both smelled of strawberries.

“I like smelling like you,” Cas said. You should him how to properly wrapped a towel around his waist so it wouldn’t fall down and expose himself to the entire world. You sat on top of your bathroom counter, a towel wrapped you as well, finishing stitching up Cas. “Strawberry is a nice scent. We should shower together more.”

“I’m glad you found it enjoyable,” you giggled.

“Of course I did,” Cas said. “I was with you.”