i like the cas one better

What even was that episode of SPN?

The Colt is back (gonna be honest, I don’t even remember how the Winchesters lost it in the first place).

Azazel wasn’t the only yellow-eyed demon. Two more are still out there. For the briefest second I had hoped that it was Azazel we saw tonight. Now I’m having a ton of Azazel feels because I miss him so much.

Cas said “I love you” before saying “I love all of you” because that first one was obviously directed at just Dean.

LUCY!!! And, even better, MARK!LUCY!!! I was not expecting that.

It’s like they knew I was going to have a yucky day today so they chose to air this particular episode tonight.

Master List - by publish date

I’ve got something to tell you - Sam x Reader (mini one shot - Fluff)

Fancy a fag and a chat? - Crowley x Reader (mini one shot - Fluff)

Sleeping masks - Cas x Reader (one shot - Fluff/funny)

You to me are everything - Gabriel x Reader (one shot - Fluff)

More guys like you - Dean x Reader (mini one shot - Fluff)

Tell me it’s not true - Dean x Reader (mini one shot - Angst/fluff)

Come back to me - Dean x Reader (one shot - Fluff)

Right where you are - Lucifer x Reader (mini one shot - Fluff)

Stay with me - Adam x Reader (one shot - Implied smut/fluff)

He’s all yours - Sam x Reader (one shot - Smut/fluff)

Feels like home - Gabriel x Reader (one shot - Smut/angst/fluff)

Please wake up - Sam x Reader (mini one shot - angst)

I’m sorry - Dean x Reader (mini one shot - Angst/fluff)

A hell of a Winchester - Dean x Reader (one shot - Smut/fluff)

I can’t do this anymore - Dean x Reader (mini one shot - Fluff)

I think I’m in love - Cas x Reader (mini one shot - Fluff)

Playing a dangerous game - Dean x Reader (one shot - Smut)

I wouldn’t go to hell for just anyone - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

Heat of the moment - Dean x Reader -(one shot - Smut)

You shook me all night long - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

Forever Yours - Sam x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

Just In Case - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

Always - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Fluff)

Yes! - Sam x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

So This Is Heaven - Adam x Reader - (one shot - Fluff)

Not While I’m Around - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Fluff)

There’s No Place Like Home! - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

I Knew You Were Waiting - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Angst/Fluff)

I Guess Hell Isn’t So Bad After All - Crowley x Reader - ( one shot - Fluff)

Perfect - Sam x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

Mine - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

A Weekly Thing - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

Please Don’t Leave Me - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Fluff)

Life Doesn’t Get Much Better Than This - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Fluff)

My Baby - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

The Power of Love - Jensen x Reader - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part FourPart Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen, Part Nineteen, Part Twenty, Part Twenty One, Part Twenty Two, Part Twenty Three, Part Twenty Four, Part Twenty Five, Part Twenty Six, Part Twenty Seven, Part Twenty EightEpilogue Part 1, Epilogue Part 2. - COMPLETE

Anytime - Sam x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

Unexpected - Sam x Reader - AU - (one shot - Fluff)

Please Forgive Me - Dean x Reader - (Angst) - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, (Complete)

Forever And Almost Always - Dean x Reader - (Angst/Fluff) - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, (Complete)

Two Can Play At This Game - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

Carpet Burn - Sam x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

Men Like Me - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

Finally - Jensen x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

Love In An Elevator - Sam x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

Starts With Goodbye - Sam x Reader - (Angst/Fluff) - Part 1, Part 2,

There Must Be An Angel - Cas x Reader - (one shot - Angst/Fluff)

Intervention - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Angst/Fluff)

No Surprise - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Angst)

Downtown Girl - Sam x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

It’s Not Over - Dean x Reader - (Angst) - Part 1

Maybe Baby - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Fluff)

Hot Blooded - Dean x Reader - (one shot - Smut)

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Oh boy does this photo op come with a story.

I love Misha with a burning passion. He’s so nice and he just made my con experience that much better.

So I knew I wanted a phot op with Misha, but just my luck his normal photo ops were sold out so I opted for the Cas one instead and I’m really glad I did.

So from my understanding, Misha was in Cas mode when I first walked up. I told him what I wanted to do, I wanted to “pose like I’m whispering something dirty into Cas’ ear.” I’m just expecting a shocked Cas look. And I get into position and I touched his scruff with the side of my hand (which was a lot longer than I expected tbh). And we’re posing and I kinda lost my balance AGAIN like a dumbass but I figured whatever. Now I’m getting ready to walk by Misha to leave and breaks into this giant smile and he goes, “Y'know, you could’ve actually whispered something dirty in my ear.”

So I’m just like oh haha and I’m leaving and fuckin Chris Schmeke goes, “oh no you were kinda half leggy let’s take another.” Now I’m mortified. I walk back over to Misha and he’s grinning and he goes “look you’ve got your chance!” And I’m just standing there like ????????????? Because if you know anything about me, you know it takes me a full 48 hours to come up with a come back.

Now I’m getting back into position and I’ve got my hand back on Misha’s face and I just said to him, “Misha, I literally have no idea what to say to you.” And he responds, “Better think of something quick.” And my mind just fucking blanked. So I didn’t say anything and Chris took the picture. And after the flash went off and I stepped back, Misha was low key disappointed in me. He was like “You had two chances and you missed out!” But he was super playful and nice about it and he was laughing and like as I was leaving I had to defend myself and tell him that he put me on the spot and I didn’t know what to say.

But yeah, that’s how I broke Misha Collin’s character at Castiel ops. He’s everything I could ever ask for lmao.

Nobody (Part 8)

Plot:  Reader has been held prisoner by Hydra and is discovered by Nat and Bucky.  Post CA:CW (Bucky’s on the team, no one hates each other) Slight AU

Warnings: Cursing only…I think.

Words: 3115

A/N: This part might be shit.  I’m not happy with my writing style and am researching on how to improve so please bear with me. And I feel like I lost my touch…the first parts were far better…

italics = reader’s thoughts


Reader’s POV

A wave of tranquillity passed over you as you realised that you must be, once again, back in the void.  The void wasn’t such a terrible place.  You just hated how you got here.  It normally involved agonizing pain and paralyzing horror in order to get into the void.  It was just dark and quiet, nobody lived here.  Nobody hurt you here.  Nothing hurt here, where ever here is; you wished you could stay forever.  

Though, something was different this time.  It wasn’t as black and silent as it usually was.  There was a soft humming and an occasional unfamiliar beep; someone had turned the noise back on.  And the darkness was slowly washing away, like a receding ocean tide.  Don’t go.

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‘so fucking glad’ (bucky barnes drabble)

I don’t write a lot of Marvel fics mostly because every single one that I’ve ever read is 1000 times better than any fic I could ever conjure up. That being said, please read this lol. It’s a late Valentine’s Day drabble. I hope you like it!

(as always, gifs are not mine!)

“It’s been a long day… let’s take a bath together.” ft. Bucky Barnes

Sure, it was Valentine’s Day, but criminals don’t stop working because of some hallmark holiday. Since you and Bucky were the only two who didn’t have plans, Tony sent you both on a day-long mission to infiltrate what was suspected to be a HYDRA facility. Turns out, they were wrong, and you two spend the entire day pretending to enjoy and understand computer tech. Bucky was much better at pretending than you were: he flirted with the workers and let some of the others take a look at his arm. You weren’t doing too bad yourself, but you hated the whole mission. You could barely pretend to like normal people let alone people who could go hours talking about computer tech… aka Tony Stark.

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“Oh, God,” you groan as you and Bucky step inside the elevator, finally able to relax after a whole day of smiling and shadowing. “They were like Stark to the 10th power.”

“C’mon, be nice,” Bucky laughs as the elevator doors close. “They were decent people. I don’t know if I can say the same about Stark.”

Now it’s your turn to laugh. Bucky and Stark had an odd friendship. They claimed to dislike each other, but would always rise in each other’s defense.

“Now who’s being mean? You’re only saying they were decent people because you got like 20 phone numbers, Barnes!”

“23, actually, not that I’ve been keeping count,” he laughs as you nudge him.

The elevator stops at your floor and you both walk out, nudging each other on your way to your rooms. You and Bucky had always been good friends, clicking immediately after he joined the Avengers. You two would always train together, partner up together on missions, have movie nights every other week. You were head over heels for him, anyone could see it. You couldn’t read him, though. He’d flirt with you sometimes, but you never thought anything of it. He was Bucky: he flirted with everyone.

“Earth to Y/N? Anyone home?” Bucky flicks your head and you turn to glare at him.

“Ow!”

“Hey, I wouldn’t have to do anything if you were listening to me in the first place!” He narrows his eyes at you before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “As I was saying, it’s Valentine’s Day, do you have any plans at all?”

“Actually,” you bite your bottom lip, as Bucky turns to look at you with his brows furrowed and hurt in his eyes.

“Oh,” he clears his throat and nods, taking a step away from you. “I-I’ll let you get ready then. You have fun, okay?”

“Wait what? I was hoping to do something with you.”

“What?” He looks at you, confused.

“Bucky,” you take a step closer to him, a hair away from him. You tilt your head up and gently press your lips against his, a surprised gasp escaping from him. After a few seconds of Bucky not moving, you take a few steps back, embarrassed and red-faced. “S-sorry I shouldn’t have–”

Bucky strides over to you, cupping your face and kissing you desperately. You whimper against his mouth, resting your hands on his chest to steady yourself. He smiles against your mouth, nuzzling his nose against yours.

“I’m so fucking glad you did, though,” he chuckles, his lips moving to your jaw and then up towards your ear. “So fucking glad.”

“O-oh fuck,” your hands move to the back of his head, tugging his hair as he nips your earlobe. “It’s been a long day… l-let’s take a bath together.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he captures your lips with his own as he lifts you up bridal style. You were so happy you didn’t have any Valentine’s plans.

Being the Winchester’s little sister would include:

~Dean saying no when you ask to go hunting
~Sam disagreeing with Dean
~Dean making you Sam’s responsibility on hunts bc Sam begged to bring you along
~Playing pranks on Cas with Dean
~Teaching Cas social cues
~Cas constantly taking notes during your “lessons”
~Stealing their flannels
~“You have your own flannels”
~“But I like yours better”
~Making pies for the boys when you stay back from hunts
~Getting anxious when they don’t give you daily updates while they’re away
~“Jesus, Dean, you can’t scare me like that!”
~Lowkey hardcore shipping Destiel
~Dean letting you drive Baby occasionally
~“If i see one scratch on her, you’re dead.”
~Dean being v protective
~Demons and Angels know not to mess with you
~You almost selling your soul every time one of your brothers die
~Getting the nickname “Kitten” from Crowley bc ur smol but feisty and shit
~You and Sam always have stupid handshakes and inside jokes
~Both of them telling you stories of before you were born
~“The moment we met you, everything changed”
~Being shipped off to Bobby’s as a kid
~Listening to all of Dean’s cassette tapes
~Falling in love with rock music
~You and Dean burping in unison 

~“You guys are gross”

~Having your first beer with Sam and Dean

~Constant teasing because of how drunk you got

~How to Cure a Hangover 101 with Dean

~They always watch out for you, because that’s what siblings do

Nobody (Part 11)

Originally posted by hospitalheaven

Plot:  Reader has been held prisoner by Hydra and is discovered by Nat and Bucky.  Post CA:CW (Bucky’s on the team, no one hates each other) Slight AU

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of torture

Words: 2778

A/N: Not too happy with this part.  It sounded better in my head. I feel like I’m losing my mojo.  Sorry it’s shit.


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Thrum. Thrum.  Thrum.  Your pulse crashed against your ears dulling all outside noises.  Bucky, Steve, and Tony—another name…Tony Tony Tony—were arguing over your bed but they may as well have been shouting under water for all you could understand.  “You don’t die.”  That couldn’t be right.  That couldn’t be true.  This isn’t real.  It’s impossible.  Everybody dies.

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Cas being cursed to only tell the truth.

Cas still mostly speaks freely with Sam as they work to unlock the spell, but he’s very careful about what he says around Dean. If he’s at all in doubt about what’s going to come out of his mouth, he keeps it shut.

“Why’d you even grab that damn necklace instead of me in the first place?” Dean says. “You must have been able to sense it was cursed.”

Cas says nothing.

“Why are you still hanging onto that bookmark I gave you?” Dean says. “I can buy you a better one.”

Cas says nothing.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Dean says. “They’re just glasses, I need them to read, now, okay?”

Cas says nothing.

Dean takes Cas out to a diner to try to take his mind off things, and also possibly try to get to the bottom of the fact that since the curse hit, Cas has hardly said two words together to him.

Cas keeps very, very quiet. He’s doing so well.

Dean picks a fry off his plate, and then another, and then reaches over and switches their plates so that he can do the job properly.

“Why d’you never complain when I do that?” Dean says, when the waitress has taken their plates away. “Take your food without asking.”

Cas thinks for a moment. Because I don’t really get hungry, anyway, is what he means to say.

“Because I love you,” is what comes out of his mouth.

Castiel only hates the curse for around thirty seconds longer. Ten for Dean to get over the shock. Ten more for Dean to really get over the shock. Ten more for Dean to say Cas, and reach over the table, and grab his hand.

Dean kisses truths out of Cas’ mouth all night, until every single one is spilled. I watched you raking those leaves. I killed a thousand copies of you in Heaven but I couldn’t kill you, the real you, not ever. I would have stayed with you as a demon, as the king of Hell himself. Because I love you.

The curse breaks by the dawn, all truths spent.

The magic, however, is only just beginning.

you know dean searches pinterest up and down for great ways to propose to cas. like the secret message egg, the christmas ornament with the ring inside, the messenger dog (that he would borrow from sam of course), the ring in a champagne bottle, the personalized coffee mug with “will you marry me?” at the bottom

but i’m pretty sure what would end up happening is dean walking up behind cas while cas is making coffee one morning, super tired and bedhead out of control, and cas is probably all dopey and happy because the only thing better than morning coffee is morning dean

and dean just kisses under cas’ ear and whispers “will you marry me?”

at which point cas freezes and then sighs and says “goddammit, now i’ve got to call the restaurant to change the details of our engagement dinner”

and they both laugh while dean slips the ring on cas’ finger

(dean still finds his ring from cas in a piece of pie)

How you doin’?

12.13 coda. deancas phone convo before Dean walks into the room with Sam.

It’s 10:15AM and Dean’s getting worried. Cas always calls him promptly at 10:00AM to give him the daily Kelly Kline scoop. It’s not like him to be late. Dean is contemplating calling him instead, but decides to give it a little longer.

Two minutes later his phone rings. He lets it ring one full cycle before picking it up.

“Heya, Cas.”

“Hello, Dean. Sorry it took me longer than usual, I had a hard time locating my phone in my duffel bag.”

Dean smiles, “Didn’t even notice, man. Don’t worry about. How you doin’?” 

“I’m fine.” The deep gravel in Cas’ voice denoting his frustration, “I just wish I had better news… I can’t seem to find anything on Kelly. There are… angelic whisperings… Heaven is on high alert looking for her. I’m sorry I don’t have more for you Dean.”

Dean’s chest tightens, “No, hey. Don’t apologize. She’ll turn up. In the meantime, you better be taking care of your own damn self.”

Dean can feel Cas’ glare through the phone, “I’m perfectly capable of not dying, Dean.”

“Yeah? Need I remind you of Rami-”

“No, Dean. You needn’t.” Dean can tell he struck the wrong chord.

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A Little Too Late Part 27

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 27

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Balthazar, Lucifer, Castiel, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 1,396

Warnings: Death and angst!

A/N: Prepare yourself because I cried writing this. I hope you all enjoy this part of ALTL! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated <3 I love you all so much!!

The Masterlist for this series can be found HERE!

You started up the Impala, roaring her engine to life.  You put the car into drive, speeding off to the next vampire nest.  You didn’t care that Dean was shouting at you.  This was personal.

There was a flutter of wings in the back seat.  Not only was Balthazar in the back seat, but so was Gabriel.  “[Y/N] what are you doing,” Gabriel asked.  “This isn’t like you.  What is wrong with you?”

“I appreciate the concern, but it’s better that no one gets hurt.  Especially not on my watch.  I assume Cas is with Sam and Dean.  They should be fine,” you muttered, pulling to a stop.  You were already at the next vampire nest.  This one had eight vampires inside.  

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This is an illustration I did for Patrick Ballesteros’ “Sweethearts, BFFs, and Bromances” show at The Perky Nerd in Burbank, CA.

It is my tribute to one of comics’ favorite duos brought to movie life- Rocket Raccoon and Groot! I’ve always liked their polar opposite personalities, and I really want to capture the 80’s-90’s charm of the Guardians of the Galaxy. My thought was, “what could be better than the cheesy photo shoot backdrops?” Nothing, obviously! Hope you all enjoy this!

If it gets a good response, I’ll set aside time to celebrate the soon-to-be new freakin’ Guardians in a similar fashion!      

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au for @everythingelsegoesherethen: dean winchester owns the marauders’ map and uses it to make sure he and castiel always ‘accidentally’ meet at strange times.

Since he became a Prefect at the beginning of his fifth year, Castiel Novak has dealt with a lot of troublemakers who clearly just haven’t read the Hogwarts rulebook.

Dean Winchester is not one of these.

Dean Winchester is clever. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s read the handbook and

And he never, ever gets caught.

Which is why Castiel is confused when he apprehends Dean for the third time in a month, trying unsuccessfully to get into a secret passage out of the school that Cas /knows he knows exactly how to access. And yet he’s tapping all over the one-eyes witch with his wand, cluelessly trying every combination of “Let me in!” that he can, acting for all the world as though he’s under some kind of Confundus charm.

He turns the light of his wand on Dean, and Dean turns around, doing a very good job of pretending to be startled.

“Dean Winchester?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” the boy grins, blushing and looking down at the floor but not seeming at all upset that he’s just been caught breaking five school rules at once.

“Yes, well, you’re out of bed after lights out, you’re messing with school property and you’re using magic in the corridors.” Cas is a little flustered and he can’t even explain why, but he still manages to tick at least some of the offenses off on his fingers.

“I /am? Oh, man, Cas, I’m so sorry. And I promise you it won’t happen again.” Dean is all mock-apologetic as he claps Cas on the shoulder and starts to walk away down the corridor.

“F-five points from Gryffindor!” Cas calls after him in a shaky voice.

This becomes a recurring problem. The following week, Cas runs into Dean in the restricted section of the library without a note giving him permission to be there. A few days later, he catches Dean in the act when he’s just about to set off a whole box of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes fireworks. Another time, he finds Dean on the Quidditch pitch after dark when it’s supposed to be locked up, flying loops just to show off. Sometime after that, Cas goes to take a bath in the Prefects’ bathroom at the end of a long day, and he finds the tub already overflowing with bubbles, Dean in a pair of red swimming shorts lazily swimming laps.

And for some reason it’s always harder for Cas to keep his cool around Dean that it is around anyone else. Usually he’ll dole out detentions without even blinking;the whole school respecting his authority, but something about this kid has him barely remembering the name of the red and gold house that he’s supposed to be taking points from. It /irks him, because he was given the Prefect position for a /reason, and he’s supposed to be unbiased and impartial and above such things.

After all this has been going on for a good few months, and Cas is no closer to figuring out what exactly is going on in Dean Winchester’s unfairly pretty head, he finds a piece of parchment on the floor. It’s on his normal patrol route, but not on a main corridor - it’s on one of the back routes that only Cas is responsible for walking down on his shift after lights out. It’s placed right in the middle of the corridor where Cas is guaranteed to see it. Almost as though it was left especially for him.

He picks it up. It looks blank at first, but when he unfolds it, he sees that it’s a map - an incredibly detailed map of the whole of Hogwarts castle, every room drawn, Cas believes, perfectly to scale, labelled in calligraphy, every secret passage and hidden entryway marked. Not only that, but the map is enchanted, constantly moving, staircases twisting their way through the halls in what Cas suspects is real time, and most importantly of all, tiny sets of footprints making their way through the castle halls, each with a name attached to them. Cas spots his own name next to his own footprints, which are still in the exact spot that he’s in.

He takes a step forward, and the footprints move with him.

Most of the spots are clustered in the common rooms and dormitories at this time of night; just a few Prefects and professors wandering up and down the corridors. But Cas has a sneaking suspicion he knows who this map belongs to, and the person doesn’t seem to be in the Gryffindor boys’ dormitories where he should be. Against his will, Cas finds his eyes skating over the map, looking for the potential offender.

Dean Winchester’s spot is pacing the Tallest Astronomy Tower.

Of course, none of this necessarily means that the map /actually corresponds to where people actually are. It could just be an example. Could be everyone is placed randomly and doesn’t move, no matter where they really are.

Which, of course, explains why Cas is already walking purposefully towards the Astronomy tower, taking each set of stairs two at a time, checking the map every few seconds to make sure Dean is still in the same place.

He reaches the door to the tower, and he’s not even completely conscious of why he’s doing it, but he runs a hand through his hair to fluff it up and he straightens his blue and bronze tie before he walks inside.

Dean’s there, as predicted, no longer pacing but standing in the center of the room - waiting for him? The tower is open to the heavens - not like the Great Hall, not like an enchanted version of the sky, but actually open, the summer night stars glinting down and reflecting off of magical lights that have been conjured and left to hover all around the edge of the circular tower room, a light breeze ruffling Cas’ robes as he steps towards Dean, noticing that the usually bare wooden floor is scattered with large, puffy gold and bronze cushions.

Cas holds out the map. “I think this is yours.”

Dean takes it from him, not at all surprised to see Cas there. “Don’t think it’s really anyone’s. Thing kind of has a mind of its own. But yes, I’ve been using it for a while.”

“Tell me something?” Cas asks. “You just admitted this is yours. With this you can see anyone coming at any time, you can always stay one step ahead of any professor or prefect, you never have to get found out by anyone. But you keep letting me catch you. Why?“

"That depends,” Dean says with a smirk. “Why’d you bring the map back instead of handing it into a professor? Seems like it’s a contraband object. Seems like I /should get in trouble.”

Cas opened his mouth to retort to that, but realized he didn’t have anything to say. Why /had he come here? Dean was right, after all. His first instinct, as a Prefect with designs on Head Boy at some point in the future, should have been to turn the object over to a member of staff. His mind shouldn’t even necessarily have jumped to Dean. But it had, and now he was here.

“Alright. That aside, why’d you wait for me? Why’d you pick a specific place, here, that you have /no reason to be and just pace around hoping I’d show up to find you?”

Dean spluttered, but quickly recovered. “Why’d you look for me on the map? Why’d you stare at it for so long that you saw where I was in the first place?”

“Why’d you decorate? The stars, the lights, the cushions? Why’d you set this all up for a special occasion?”

They stared at each other for a while, breathing heavily, waiting for the other one to be the first to break.

Cas cracked, and Dean gave up at the same moment, and then he both of them were lunging towards each other, Dean grabbing Cas by the tie he’d just straightened, pulling it askew, Cas fisting both of his hands in Dean’s robes, both yanking the other towards them, crashing their lips together so hard that it was almost painful when they met, their bodies falling into each other, their teeth clashing and their noses bumping and when they pull apart, they both tumble down onto the pile of cushions they’ve set up and /now Cas understands why they’re there, /now it makes sense because their landing is soft and they can reach for each other again immediately, both of them lying on their sides in the heap of fluffy pillows, kissing each other over and over and over again, each one making their lips tingle. Over time, as they grow used to the feeling, the kisses become slower, softer, more languid, and the hooded eyes when they pull away from each other are less from desire and more from tiredness, and they’re both sure they’d be happy to sleep here.

"So, what? You’ve been risking detention and house points for Gryffindor and your reputation as someone who never gets caught just to… just to get my attention?” Cas asks finally, propping himself up on one elbow.

Dean tugs him back down and kisses him again. “Well, you’re risking your Prefect position right now. But I feel like you always have to risk a little something to get the best things in life.”

And between holding hands on long walks by the lake, between screaming themselves hoarse together at Quidditch matches, between feeding each other Bertie Botts’ Every Flavour Beans while studying in the library, and between many, many more long nights in the Astronomy tower, Cas learns that as frustrating and complicated as he is; Dean is definitely one of the best things in his life.

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Okay… Let me tell you how stupid it sounds to me when people keep on telling me: “You can’t say that Sam doesn’t ship Destiel”. 

First, I respect your ship, okay? But for God’s sake, Sam ships Destiel? He’s an optimistic person in this show, the most one, I suppose. He went to school because he thought things would better even when he knew monsters were out there. He chose to follow his heart, he saw the light at the end of the tunnel. That’s Sam. Sam sees the light. And then he dicided to commit suicide. Don’t act like you don’t know the real reason. Yes, he did it for the world, but he also took that as an excuse to kill himself. Because he couldn’t take it anymore. Seeing Dean choose someone else, someone not him, seeing Dean being with Cas, with Benny instead of him, thinking that Dean didn’t want him anymore, it hurt him, hurt him so bad that he just wanted to die. He didn’t care anymore. If he couldn’t be with Dean anymore, so why should he try to be with anyone else? So that, he tried to kill himself. And you’re still thinking he ships Dean with anyone? He will die if Dean doesn’t love him anymore, genius!

You can ship anything you want, I respect. But for once, please stop saying that Sam is your cheerleader, because he’s not. Thank you.

Time To Realize (5)

Countdown to Halloween Collab with @deanwinchester-af and @waywardlullabies : DAY 5

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Series Title: Time To Realize

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Prompt: Flannel and Hay Rides

Summary: You’re working with the boys on a case, as always, but they tell you to take a few days off, as one of your favourite holidays is coming: Halloween. It wouldn’t be a weird request, but they send Cas to watch over you while you’re taking a break, the same angel that you have a crush on since you saw him for the first time, implying to him that you would like to get to know him better. What’s going to happen during those few days? Will you reveal your feelings for him? And, most importantly, will you find out what are his feelings for you?

Word Count: 3210 (I got carried away, but I’m not sorry. Not even a bit ^^)

Characters: Castiel, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester (mentioned)

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, smut, oral sex (female on male, male on female), wing!kink and grace!kink (with special dedication to my fellow sinner, @heyimjustastranger ^^)

For those of you who don’t read smut, just read the beggining and the very end, ‘cause there’s some pretty important stuff there :)

Beta: @roxy-davenport (Roxy, you’re seriously the best!)

A/N: This is my first Cas x Reader series, folks! I really love the way it came out and I hope you’re going to fall in love with this one, just like I did. Hope you’re going to enjoy this one! Internal thoughts are italised, just so you know! And, yeah, this is a really long part and it’s my first Cas smut so let me know what you think!

Also, make sure to check out @deanwinchester-af and @waywardlullabies for their Countdown to Halloween Series :) We’ve been working really hard on this, guys.

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After a whole day of research, you thought you should both unwind a little after cleaning up the mess you and Cas made on the library table.

You opened your laptop and browsed for Halloween related events in Lebanon. You found a Halloween Fair lasting two days, the day before Halloween and Halloween itself.

You sent a prayer to Cas, urging him to come to your room and he appeared there shortly, sitting next to you on the bed.

“Why did you ask me to come here?” He asked and you turned the laptop so that he could see what page you were browsing.

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i’m still not over, and will never be over, the fact that castiel is like a billion fucking years old and his time with sam and dean winchester is barely a blip in his whole lifetime but knowing them is the greatest thing that has ever happened to him because he broke heaven’s rules for one man and doing so he saved the world and he found a new family, a better one, and more than that, he found himself, and so he who once marched alongside heaven fell in love with earth and he fell in love with humanity and he fell in love with how the seasons change and he fell in love with calloused hands and soft smiles and dusted freckles and green eyes, and in what he thought would be his last moments - the angel who was afraid to fall told dean winchester he loved him, that he loved them both.

castiel fell in love with dean winchester and it was the greatest thing to ever happen to him.

“All right, I’m ready. Open your eyes.”

“This better not be one of your ‘special surprises’, Cas.”

“Please. You love my surprises.”

“Yeah? And how do you like mine?”

“Dean! You got me something!”

“’Course I did, buddy. It’s Christmas. I got something for everyone. But, uh… I dunno. I got somethin’ a little different for you. Since you’re my best pal and all.”

“Dean… I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Ugh, you haven’t even seen what I got you yet. Come on. On three. Let’s open them together.”

I am literally drowning in positivity right now. I just can not put it into enough words to just describe how that feels. Like this year had been one of the hardest for me, emotionally. Not the darkest but I haven’t had a good life growing up, but ever since I moved to CA it has been good but I couldn’t feel it. I have just been waiting to start the road to getting better, to getting help for my anxiety and depression and finally go see someone about the abuse I went through growing up.

You hear stories about one bad day changing a life but I have always felt a good day can too. I had a good day, a really good one, Mark was just the start. I got my phone replaced so I don’t have to worry about not being able to work, I had a good meal with my long time boyfriend who had been just the biggest help in my life. This morning I finally signed up for health care and I feel I’m strong enough, once I’m all set, to see a therapist, to get help. I have strangers telling me they are happy for me, that I’m cute. For a person who struggles with seeing their own self worth kind words do help.

It’s nice I just feel I’m being built up and not torn down for once. It’s nice I randomly went to a park and danced and then other things fell into place after it was over. I just want to hold on to this feeling and try to have a good day tomorrow too. To believe I can better myself, I can get help, I can loose the weight, I can fix my teeth, and stop worrying I might get sick or worse, just give up.

So thank you to just everyone, for being positive and just so nice. It means so sooo much to me. Even if I don’t know you, it means something to me someone saw something, even tiny, worth wild in me.

Buttons - Castiel x Reader

Requested by Anon. I’ve had internet issues recently so this post was written in google drive (which I can access offline) so I could post it when my internet works again. :) So whenever you get this I guess. Sorry about that.

Half way through writing this I wondered if it would have been better if Cas hadn’t known the reader before this exchange. But meh. I can write that later maybe if you’d like.

*Insert Cas gif here*

Originally posted by thearronaut


“What is that?” A voice said over your shoulder and you felt the gentle presence behind you.

“My button collection.” You said simply, absently dragging the buttons around the table.

Cas sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the small table, watching your expressions intently as you arranged the small disks into pretty patterns.

“Why do you collect them?” He asked after a few minutes of silent arrangement.

“It  makes me happy. It gives me something to do.”

You were aware of the slight tension in the room as Sam and Dean tried to focus on research but were intenly listening to the interaction between yourself and Cas.

“I don’t understand.” Cas said.

“Each of these is important to me. Some more than others but each of them is important for one reason or another.” You explained.

Cas placed a hand across the table, as if to touch your hand but changed his mind at the last moment. “And that makes you happy?” His gaze met yours, blue eyes intently fixed on yours.

“Yes.” You looked away, down at the buttons on the table.

After a minute or so, Cas held his hand out across the table, “May I have your hand?”

After meeting his eyes for a moment, you gently placed your hand in his. Cas placed a disk between your fingers, the four small holes still with small bits of thread.

Somehow, you knew what it was before he told you but he said it anyway.

“From my coat.”

You nodded, looking up from your open palm with the button on it to Cas, meeting his gaze as a grin spread across your lips.

“An angel button.” You breathed.

Cas smiled, a small, happy smile and nodded. “Yes. An angel button.”

He released your hand and went over to help the boys with research while you sat with the button in your palm, turning it over and over in your fingers.

“Cas…” Dean began softly, a question.

Cas smiled simply, “I like to see her happy.”

You added your angel button to the pattern, unable to keep the smile off your face as Cas gave his input, and it was the most beautiful of them all.