i like the cas one better

“I miss the handprint,” Cas blurts out one night. Dean watches as his face falls, like he instantly regrets saying it. Those bright blue eyes dart around nervously, like he wishes he still had the power to poof out of the bunker and just disappear.

“What, the handprint you left on my arm?” Dean asks, confused.

Cas nods, looking once again like he’s going against his better judgment, and Dean’s breath catches in his throat. He clears it and tries not to let his reaction show.

“Why would you miss that?” Dean asks.

Dean knows why he misses it. He misses the comfort it used to give him, the solace of knowing that someone saved him, that there was someone who would always save him, even if it meant literally fighting his way through Hell. And as long as he never discusses it with Cas, he can even pretend that it was a sign that Cas truly cares, and not just because it was his assigned duty once upon a time.

But why would Cas miss it?

“I…” Cas pauses and tilts his head as he considers his words. “It used to make me feel connected to you. Like you were m-” He closes his mouth abruptly. “Never mind. It isn’t important.”

Dean swallows hard, and with a heart pounding so loudly in his ears he can barely hear his own voice, he answers. “Like I was what, Cas? Like I was yours?”

Cas stares with wide eyes as he nods.

Dean steps forward, hands shaking a little, until their noses are almost touching.
“I am, Cas. Handprint or not, I’ve been yours.”

Cas exhales then like he’s been holding it in for a long time, and lets his hand run up Dean’s arm as he leans in, not stopping until his fingers settle in the place they belong.

Dear rest of the Spn Fandom,

What Destiel is NOT about.

1. Hating Sam/Jared
Okay, I have no idea where this one started, but honestly I don’t care what you ship if you hate on either of my tol cinnamon roll babies, YOU WILL BE FACING MY WRATH. ALL 5'2 OF IT.

2. Hating the women that they were with.
Personally, I love Jo and Lisa. Cassie was just there for an episode, so I don’t really have any opinions on here.
I don’t like Meg for other reasons (her character inconsistency was annoying and her voice got on all my nerves) but hating her just because she kissed Cas is pretty shallow.

3. Two hot men kissing.
Right. This. Look, if the only reason that you ship them is that it would be hot to see them kiss, I’d just like to tell you that YER A FUCKBUTT, HARRY. Other people can probably explain this better, but you’re fetishising a whole community and you need to stop. Now.

4. Hating on their wives.
This is probably more of a Cockles thing than a Destiel one, but most of the Cockles shippers that I’ve encountered were all awesome people, so I’ll say it on their behalf, we don’t hate Danneel and Vicki, okay? Seriously, why would anybody, when they make Misha and Jensen so happy?

5. Making everything gay/The gay agenda
No. No. Say it with me, no. We do not ship them because they’re both men
We ship them because they have amazing chemistry and it makes sense that Dean and Cas be together. And it would obviously be the bisexual agenda, if it was an agenda. Which it’s not. At all. *Cackles in the distance*

• What Destiel is about

1. Unconditional Love
2. Dean finally realizing that he's​ not damaged and deserves love. Also realizimg that he’s not the perfect manly man soldier that John raised him to be, and that’s okay.
3. Cas understanding that he will always have a home with Dean (and Sam, by extension)
4. Two people who help each other to be better people.
5. Two people who constantly screw up, but forgive each other, because that’s what love is about.
6. Seeing people at their worst, and still loving them. (Dean forgiving Cas after he becomes God and Cas telling him that he deserves to be saved)
7. Unconditional love (I’m sorry, I’ll never be over the “I’d rather have you, cursed or not.”)
8. Both of them, giving up so much for each other.
9. Sticking up for each other

• Obviously I can’t speak for the entire fandom, but these are my views, and generally the views of people that I’ve encountered. Thanks for taking the time out to read it!

A Destiheller

anonymous asked:

Ok so that scene when Charlie's trying on clothes and is all "what about Castiel, he seems helpful and... dreamy" - shed never met him before that had she? So that means Dean would've likely described him to her. Why then, would she say he sounds dreamy, there's no point to it for the plot other than maybe teasing Dean? I may be misinterpreting this but, I saw a gif and I thought of this, so...

I love this bit.

Originally posted by supernatural-imagine-fanfiction

It’s the writers adding a *point* into the moment for no reason other than to make the *point*. It’s unnecessary to their conversation. It’s unnecessary to the A plot. These are my favourite of the Destiel moments. Eg. Thelma and Louise, Bert and Ernie, the mixtape, last time someone looked at me like that, I got laid, the queer settling down with a hunter couple from 11x19 and how Dean immediately got on better with and teamed up with the guy who was basically Cas, the whole B plot of freaking Bloodlines….

These are just a few examples off the top of my head of times that Destiel, UST and the relationship between Cas and Dean being *more* than platonic is brought into the forefront for NO GOOD REASON for the plot.

Charlie is a lesbian. If Cas is dreamy, she means he’s dreamy for someone else… while she pointedly looks to one side and is having a conversation with Dean… and pointing out to him that he’s dreamy. 

*Tink looks into the camera*

She only knows about Cas from Dean and Sam and probably from the Supernatural books and online… perhaps she read some Destiel fanfic?

Then when she DOES meet him? She’s like… “I thought you’d be shorter”. WHY? WHAT HAS SHE HEARD? 

That he is dreamy and gorgeous and helpful and… the perfect boyfriend for someone

And who is Charlie’s BFF? The one she tells she loves, the one she is mirrored with (cos Dean is invariably mirrored with and linked to the queer characters in the show for *reasons*), has a Star Wars “I love you, I know” exchange with and gels with the most? 

The way she lunges towards Cas like he’s her new BFF by proxy.

The way she looks at Dean when he comes into the bunker after hugging Cas, her eyes so lit up.

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

The way we get the standard trope ‘balcony lovers gaze’ trope (which is then reversed in 12x19) with Cas looking up at Dean, while Charlie watches and smiling so brightly, looking between them, with Cas smiling and Dean glad Cas is there, then Charlie and Cas are bonding over their family pizza evening playing an origami future teller love game that is usually associated with teenage kids making it about love and relationships…


Hold On, I’m Coming

Summary: You’re in a serious car accident, and a certain firefighter Winchester comes to the rescue

Pairing: Eventual Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,000

Warnings: Serious car accident, descriptions of aftermath, wreckage, injuries, trapped!reader, moderate injuries to reader, pain, blood, panic, fear… 

Title Inspiration: Hold On, I’m Coming, by Sam and Dave

A/N: @deanssweetheart23 I warned you not to tempt me… and now it’s here. This could turn into a little mini-series if you guys are interested, so let me know. (Fire photos are mine/from my local department, Dean is from google)

Quick language guide for those of you who don’t live with a police scanner providing constant background noise: BOLO (be on the look-out), MVA (motor vehicle accident), ALS (advanced life support), Car 3-2 (Lieutenant’s vehicle)

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Dean/Cas: Love Lab

Fake dating AU, 5.4K.

Dean sees them on his way to grab a sandwich at the campus café, eye-catching flyers all crammed on a bulletin board with dozens of staples and edges overlapped. Some are for stuff he doesn’t care about, like thesis defenses for esoteric topics, but then his gaze wanders to the dollar signs and he takes a step forward to read more closely.

Paid Research Opportunity

The Love Lab in the Department of Psychology needs participants for a study on romantic relationships. To be eligible, participants must be over the age of 18; have been dating monogamously for at least six months; and currently living together. The study involves weekly interviews where both participants are present. Compensation is contingent upon satisfactory participation and each couple will receive $75 per interview.

Dean lifts an eyebrow. Seventy-five dollars for every hour or two of sitting and talking? The flyer doesn’t specify the number of interviews, but even if he blows the first one, which is probably impossible, that’s still a minimum of seventy-five dollars to put toward something other than rent.

The flyer is cut into strips at the bottom, each printed with the lab’s email and phone number. Dean takes out his phone instead of ripping one off to snap a photo of the entire page. He then stands there, sandwich forgotten, as he sends a quick email to the lab telling them that, yes, he’s interested. And once that’s done, he attaches the photo he just took to a text that reads, ‘Signed us up.’

He finds his roommate brewing tea in the kitchen when he gets home that afternoon. He lets his backpack drop to the floor as he saunters over to join him.

“Drinking your mulch again?” he teases gently, heading to the fridge and poking inside. He grabs a beer because he isn’t a hippie, thank you, and pops it open on the countertop.

“Drinking your empty calories again?” Castiel quips, curling his hand around the ceramic mug. It was a present from Sam and has the molecular structure for caffeine drawn on one side because they’re both nerds who clearly enjoy chemistry paraphernalia.

“You call it empty calories. I call it better taste.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Cas quirks his lips, amusement in his eyes. “Also, I got your text. You may have missed a little detail there.”

“What detail?” Dean frowns a little, eyeing Cas over the rim of his bottle. “We get free money for interviewing. Sounds like all the details I need to know.”

“It’s a study on romantic relationships.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Neither of us is in a relationship.”

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Writing Is Hard

Summary: Dean finds the blog you use to read smutty fan fiction. And of course, he decides he can write a better story about himself. You help.

Warning: Smut, some dirty talk, mutual masturbation, all kinds of fan fiction clichés

Word Count: 4350

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And thanks to @littlegreenplasticsoldier​ for being a great beta and being generally flawless. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

No. This isn’t happening.

This is one of those moments you’d had weird nightmares about, dreams that left you embarrassed and feeling all icky the next day until you finally convinced yourself that it wasn’t real. And just like those moments, this one will end any second now. You’ll wake up in some motel bed, Dean will be in the next room with Sam, asleep or showering or eating or anything but standing over your laptop with that look on his face.

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anonymous asked:

what do you think dean/cas text conversations are like? cas sending a lot of emoticons? deep probing questions at 3am from either of them? cas calming dean down when dean doesnt feel like talking? dean being just done when cas sends him dumb human questions, responding like "cas, im not google!"

Cas: How are you Dean? 😀

Dean: Mfine, you ok?

Cas: Yes thank you Dean. 😊

Dean: I’m right across the hall, why are we texting? sup?



Dean: sup Cas you’ve been typing a while.

Cas: Oh sorry I left my phone open while I was looking at videos. Can’t I ask how you are? I care about you Dean. 

Dean: Oh.

Dean: Um. What kinda videos? ;)

Cas: Sam downloaded the youtube app and told me to explore. I’ve been enjoying it a lot, the animal and baby ones on the comedy links are the best 🐵🐔😺.

Cas: Would you like to come to my room? 😉


Cas: To watch some videos I mean. They’re very sweet and some of them are very funny.

Dean: Your room? ;)

Dean: No I can’t. 

Dean: No it’s late.

Dean: No I (…)

Dean: OK 😏


Cas: Bring your pillow. 😉😘I’m not sharing.

Dean: OK. But you’d better not hog the blanket 😉😜. And DONT tell Sam 👿.



Mary: Wow. In my day we just put on our most ass flattering jeans, took a Zeppelin vinyl over, opened a bottle of Jack and let the good times roll! YOLO!

Sam: TMI mom…. TMI…

Never have I ever - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Never have I ever

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: It’s a dirty version so I guess you can imagine, but also lots of fluff

Imagine: Imagine playing a game of ‘Never have I ever’ with Team Free Will which leads to things being revealed from a certain hunter you’ve had feelings for very long.

A/N: Yall I wrote this so long ago that I can’t even remember. Now I am seriously in need of some Sam and Cas lovin’ but all that once requests open!

“Alright, alright I think I might have a good one. Never have I ever-” you smirked as you looked around you from Sam, to Cas and then your green-eyed crush Dean “-called someone the wrong name during sex.” you smiled as Sam chuckled.

“I have never.” Cas said simply “And I still don’t understand what is the purpose in talking during-”

“Cas!” you cut him off sharply with a chuckle following “It’s just- just answer the question. I’ll explain it all to you later when we’re alone.”

“You’ll what?” Dean exclaimed, his eyebrows shooting up as you smiled softly to yourself at how it always got to him like this. Maybe you weren’t a thing and maybe you had no idea about his feelings for you yet but seeing him have small bursts of jealousy like this made your heart flutter.

“Relax, Winchester. I’m not gonna corrupt him.” you shook your head.

“Anyway-” Sam cleared his throat, giving his brother a look as Dean relaxed visibly relax but still give a warning look to the blue-eyed angel “I have never, either. You?”

“I have never.” you said, shaking your head “Dean-o?”

“I-” he started, shifting uncomfortably in his place and giving his brother a hard glare when he saw the smirk on his face. Was it a knowing smirk?

“I have.” he sighed, shrugging and your eyebrows shot up as you smirked interested.

“Oh do tell? Which girl and what name?”

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‘Supernatural’ Stars Spill Season 13 Secrets in EW’s Untold Stories Issue
Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, and Misha Collins talk Castiel’s reunion with the Winchesters and more

Loneliness is something Sam and Dean can relate to seeing as how the season 12 finale saw them lose Crowley, Castiel, and Mary, who’s currently trapped in an alternate world with Lucifer. “[The loss is] just constant,” Jensen Ackles says. “It’s Dad and Bobby, and now it’s Mom and it’s Cas. It’s this vicious cycle of loss and grief. Dean just needs to feel like there’s hope.” That hope will eventually come in the form of Castiel, who will return to the land of the living… eventually. “Everyone is healthy and in fighting shape and ready to go,” Misha Collin says of life post-return. “We’re all a team again.” Even better? Having Cas back will help inject some light back into the show. “One of my favorite things about the series is that it can bring levity to situations,” Ackles says. “And I think that’s one of the reasons why this season we’re not going full-mope.” Jared Padalecki chimes in, “Never go full-mope.”

I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS! *cries tears of joy*


In other words, fans can prepare for laughter and tears in season 13, but when EW gathered stars Ackles, Padalecki, and Collins for the cover shoot of our latest Untold Stories issue, it was all about the former.

Can I Boop Your Nose?

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,539

Warnings: being crazy? Dean being roofied haha

A/N: This is for @impalaimagining’s 2k celebration challenge!!! My word that I picked was ‘Crazed’…I hope that all of you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated!! :D (*Unbeta’d so any and all mistakes are mine! aka it might be total shit lol)

Dean never thought you’d ever go behind his back like you had a few nights ago. Here he was sitting in a chair, in the mental hospital, in the same room Sam was occupying but now it housed you instead. Dean watched as you sat on the bed, picking up imaginary flowers around you and then proceeded to hand them over to him. Cas told him that you would and have been reacting differently than Sam had. You still see Lucifer here and there, he bothers you at night and whispers lies in your ear. Other than that, it’s almost like your mind is this innocent psychotic child.  

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  • Someone: Hey why are you crying?
  • Me in tears: I just lost a loved one.
  • Someone: Oh I know what it's like to lose a family member.
  • Me thinking about dean telling cas he's family, Cas telling dean he loves him, dean saying cas is his best friend, Sam hugging castiel: *Starts sobbing harder* IT JUST HURTS SO MUCH!
Finding Home

Summary:  After Cas is rejected by his homophobic parents, his roommate Dean invites him to stay for the holidays with him and his family.  He never expected it to turn into this.

“They don’t want me anymore.” 

Dean blinks in surprise, looking up to see his freshman roommate standing in the doorway, antiquated cellphone in his hands.  To his surprise, the kid looks to be on the verge of crying, which is strange – Dean’s joked with his friends about how emotionless Cas appears to be.  Or rather, had appeared to be, up till now. 

“Cas, you alright there, buddy?”  Dean asks, chair screeching as he pulls away from his desk.  He’d been trying to finish his research paper for his physiology class, but whatever Cas’s problem is seems to be more pressing. 

“They don’t want me,” Cas repeats, swallowing wetly.  “My parents.  They say don’t want me to come home for Christmas break, and they don’t want me contacting my siblings anymore.” 

Dean blinks comprehensively.  “What?  Why the hell not?” 

“They, ‘still love me,’” Cas snuffles, rubbing his nose with the sleeve of his ever-present beige trench coat with one arm and making quotey fingers with the other.  “But they ‘don’t approve of my lifestyle.’”  

Oh.  Oh, so that’s what this is about.  

Dean hasn’t known Cas for all that long, and he doesn’t know a whole lot about him:  just that he’s a bio major with plans to become a doctor (Dean himself is going into nursing), he’s cute (though he’d never, ever tell Cas that), not a little weird, and yeah, if the time he’d come home to find him making out with Crowley (the poncy British upperclassman from accounting who Dean already loathes with a passion) he is into guys.

His parents must not have been cool with it. 

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Up Close and Personal

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Title: Up Close and Personal

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1,238

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was requested by @mylittlesupertimewolf! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

While Sam and Dean were at another location on a hunt, you and Castiel were doing the dirty work.  Which meant that you had to dig up a body and salt and burn it.  You had only known Castiel for a few weeks.  You still felt awkward around the angel, but to be fair, he felt the same way around you.  He never had the chance to acquaint himself with you, since you spent most of your time hunting.

“Are you sure this is the right grave Castiel,” you asked, setting the shovel down on the grass next to the six foot deep hole.  Castiel grabbed onto your arm, hoisting you out of the grave.  “I don’t wanna get this one wrong.”

“I’m sure,” Castiel affirmed.  “This is the man’s grave we are looking for.”  Castiel did a double take towards the grave.  The body you and him were supposed to salt and burn was gone, and the casket was open.

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“You’re My It” Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,475

Dean Winchester x Reader

Request:  Could you write one (or more) about Dean? Where the reader is Dean’s ex but she got pregnant before the broke up. And Sam or Cas see her and the kid one day and tell Dean, who gets drunk and shows up at her door (with a little help from sweet Cas)?

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Flashbacks are in italics.

You and Dean had officially been together for a year now, but unofficially, it’d been almost your entire life. You were Bobby’s daughter- you grew up together. There had always been something there.

A few years ago, when Dean was cured from being a demon, you were the first person he wanted to tell. That made him realize that he didn’t want to wait any longer. He wanted to be with you one hundred percent. He loved you. He had asked you to be his girlfriend officially last year.

You’re now standing in your kitchen, finishing up making dinner for your one year anniversary. It’s been a rocky road, and lately, it’s been worse. He’s been distant and gone more, and you admit that you’d grown more emotional and needy. It’s only because you’re pregnant, but Dean doesn’t know that yet. You’re planning on telling him tonight. All you want is a good night with your boyfriend, is that too hard to ask for?

No, it’s not. Which is why you’re busting your ass to make this anniversary perfect. You’re making his favorite dinner, rented his favorite movie, and even found the cutest way to announce your pregnancy. You’re sure he’ll take it well, and that he’ll be excited. His dad was a big part of his life, and one time when he got drunk he had told you that whenever he became a dad he was determined to be a better one.

“Y/N?” A voice came through the door, keys clinking together. Dean’s home.

“Hey babe, I’m in the kitchen!” You call out.

Dean comes into the kitchen, and he looks dead tired. You can see it in his eyes- he’s worn out. He’s stressed, but of course he doesn’t talk to you about it. He doesn’t talk to you about anything lately.

“Is this all for me?” His eyes widen, wandering around the room.

“Yeah, happy one year.” You kiss his cheek.

“Oh.” He furrows his brows. Your stomach sinks. Of course he forgot.

“You seriously forgot?” Your mouth drops a little, sadness filling your heart.

“I’m sorry.” He sighs. “Look, Y/N…”

“What?” You’re afraid of what he’s going to say. You’ve been feeling it coming for a while, you’ll admit. But now? Tonight? All you can do is hope that he doesn’t.

“I just… I don’t think this, us, is working. You know I love you, but I just think we need some time apart. There’s a lot of shit happening right now, with Lucifer and Chuck and Amara, I just… I can’t. I’m sorry.” Dean says, a look in his eyes you can’t quite read.

You’re silent. There it was. Those words you’ve been dreading.

“Okay.” You say quietly.

“I love you. I just need time.” Dean repeated.


You’re now walking down the street of the mall, you’re favorite place to go. The mall in Denver was outside, which made it easier to not only enjoy the warm weather, but to push around baby Nina. She loved going on “walks,” which made it easy for you since you loved shopping.

After Dean broke up with you two years ago, you didn’t even bother telling him you were pregnant. If he was too stressed and busy to deal with you, the girl who’d practically been with him his entire life, he certainly couldn’t handle a baby. So, after you moved out of the bunker, you packed up and moved to a city you’d never even been to before- Denver. You moved into a small apartment, and got a decent job.

Baby Nina is now a year old, and she’s the cutest little thing. She inherited Dean’s looks, right down to the sparking green eyes. She’s beautiful.

You’re about to go into Victoria’s Secret when you see a man down the street staring at you intensely. He has brown hair and a…trench coat?

“Cas?” You say out, not believing your eyes. You haven’t seen Cas since who knows how long. It was before yours and Dean’s breakup, since he was possessed by Lucifer. Actually, now that you think of it, you have no idea how that turned out. He could still be Lucifer for all you know.

Cas is suddenly standing beside you, an unreadable expression on his face. You can tell by just looking at him that this was Cas, and not Lucifer.

“Oh my god, I’ve missed you.” You hug him. He stands stiff, but wraps one arm around you after a few minutes.

“Who is this?” Cas looks down at the stroller at Nina, who is now sleeping peacefully.

“Oh. This…” You trail off. There’s no point in lying. “This is my daughter.”

“And she’s Dean’s?”

“Please don’t tell him.” You beg. “He left, it was his choice. He left me.”


“Cas, promise me.”

“I… I promise.” Cas sighs.


After the encounter with Castiel, you went back to your apartment quickly. That blast into the past was enough for you for the day. It brought back memories you thought you had put behind you.

Nina had just fallen asleep in her crib for the night, so you were finally free to do whatever. You walk into your kitchen, grabbing a beer out of the fridge. God knows you need one. You walk over to your living room, turning on the TV to watch whatever was on. Anything would do right now, you just wanted to escape your mind.

You were getting really into the trashy reality TV show that was playing when it happened. He showed up. There was a knocking on the door, and you didn’t even bother to look through the peephole. It was probably just your landlord.

You opened the door, and there he was. Dean. You hadn’t seen him since that night. He hasn’t aged one bit, if anything, he looks better. He looks younger, less stressed than he was before. He looked amazing. Of course he did. He’s Dean.

“Cas ratted me out, didn’t he?” You were the first to speak.

“Can I meet her?” He says quietly. You nodded, and let him inside.

You walk him into her bedroom, and he audibly gasps when he sees her. He walks slowly over to her crib, as if he walked any faster a bomb would go off. He takes her hand in his, and a soft smile grows on his face.

“She looks like me.” He whispers. It was dark in the room, but you could swear you saw a tear fall down his cheek.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna give you some time.” Your voice comes out shakier than you were wanting, and you exit the room. You walk over to your couch, and sit down shakily. You have no idea what you’re going to tell him.

A few minutes later, Dean comes out of her bedroom. He looks hurt.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He says, sitting down next to you on the couch.

“I was going to. The night you left me.” You whisper. “But then after that… You couldn’t handle being a father. You were dealing with Amara, for God’s sake.”

“I’m so sorry.” He says, taking you by surprise. Why was he sorry? “I shouldn’t have done that. I let everything that was happening leak into my relationship with you. I messed up. This is all my fault. And now I have a daughter that I don’t even know because of it.” He choked out.

“Dean, its fine. I was mad at first, but seriously, I’ve let it go. I understand now.” You say truthfully.

“Y/N, I still love you, you know that right?” Dean says, a serious look on his face. “After everything was fixed, you were the one person I wanted to come to. But I thought that I couldn’t. I couldn’t face you, not after what I did. I’m hurting, Y/N, I need you. I need to be there for Nina.”


“I love you so much. You’re it- you’re it for me. You and Nina. You’re my life now. Please, let me be here for you. If you can ever forgive me.”

“I forgave you a long time ago.” A weak smile on your face forms. “I love you too.”

Dean kisses you, so softly that you almost thought your mind was playing tricks on you. You bring your hands around his head, bringing him in closer. You missed this, you missed him.

“You’re my it, too, Dean.”

How about a game? A love story in ten words: 

“Get out of my ass” “I was never in your…”

Too hard, I agree. How about in nine words?

“Dean and I do share a more profound bond.”

Well okay, but what about eight words?

“I did it, all of it, for you.”

That still sounds like a lot. Seven words?

“I’d rather have you, cursed or not.”

And six words?

“I’m not leaving here without you.”

But what if you only have five words to tell the tale?

“He’s in love with humanity.” 

Sometimes four words can be more than enough.

“I won’t hurt Dean.”

Three can be plenty if carefully worded. 

“He likes you.

And in two words?

“Dean.” “Cas.” 

Although, all we ever really needed was one word:


Aches and Pains

Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: mention of sleeplessness, fluff, ALL OF THE SMUT.

A/N: Titles are not one of my strengths. Anyway, and this was an Anon request that I got a few days ago. I hope it’s okay… Enjoy?

Anon Request – “hello love! i absolutely adore your writing and i wish i had the kind of motivation you do. but i don’t, so i have a request! do you think you could do one about human!cas being tense and sore and having issues sleeping so the reader (who’s like secretly in love with him) offers to give him a massage and some tips on how to get to sleep better??? maybe throw in some smut (teaching him to jerk it??? idk whatever you like) you don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable. thanks doll

The moans and groans coming from the other side of the wall made your stomach sink. For the last three weeks, you knew Cas had been having trouble sleeping, but tonight was the worst so far. You had just ended a big hunt, Cas’s first as a human. He as having a hard time accepting the fact that he wasn’t some tough, invincible Angel of the Lord anymore. And worse, he needed to sleep, which meant nightmares.

You turned over in bed as you tried to drown out the former angel’s cries. But it was no use, he was miserable, and you needed to help him. You loved him, and you couldn’t leave him like this.

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anonymous asked:


Featuring frottage and humiliation!

I’m honestly so blessed. Also I’m really sorry for the delay! I hope this makes up for it.

They’ve been at the carnival for hours. When they’d first arrived, Cas pulled over in a far corner the parking lot behind rows of empty cars, and opened him up. The plug still  feels so big inside him now, long and wide, and it’s rendered him unable to focus most of the day. Cas first took him on the ferris wheel, and then the bumper cars, where he took great pleasure ramming into Dean from behind - typical Cas.

He’s forced Dean to go on the carousel twice, having to give him a leg up so he didn’t hurt himself climbing onto his horse. The up and down had been pleasant, and Cas was on the horse behind him - he’d put on a little show, rolling his hips in time with the rise and fall, using exaggerated cowboy movements to mask that he was fucking the plug deeper inside him each time he sat back down.

They’ve been playing games for the last half hour and Cas won him a big fluffy bear wearing a cardigan.

“Where do you want to go next, Dean?” Cas asks him, hugging the bear to his chest.

Dean is flushed, not paying attention. Cas just laughs, dragging him over to the roller coaster.

“Really?” Dean asks, apprehensive.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun!” Cas says.

They deposit their things in the personal items bins. Dean gets seated and strapped in, and Cas has to double back, having forgotten to take off his sunglasses. Dean’s waiting for him, absent-mindedly thinking about when they’ll go home, when he feels the plug inside him buzz to life.

Cas jogs back to his seat and slides in next to Dean.

“You said you left the remote at home!” Dean hisses at him, clenching down as he’s stimulated.

“Oh yeah, I lied about that,” Cas says, smiling triumphantly.

“Asshole,” Dean muttered, but he couldn’t blame Cas. He probably would have done the same.

The ride starts and they shoot off, twisting and turning, and the plug is jolting inside him like crazy. They pass a loop the loop and the roll of it is perfect - he’s going to have to get Cas to practice doing that to him later.

Once they’ve disembarked and Cas has turned off the vibrations, Dean needs to take a breather. They find a tree to sit under on a secluded edge of the grounds.

“That was one hell of a ride,” He tells Cas.

“Was it too much?” Cas asks, looking at him with concern.

“No, it was good,” Dean says, pulling Cas in for a kiss.

They make out for a little, there in the grass. Cas is getting a little frisky, so he’s not surprised when Cas pulls away from him, panting slightly, and suggests they should leave.

Dean squirms the whole way home, Cas playing with the remote from the passenger seat.

“Strip,” Cas commands him, the second they walk in the door, switching the plug to the highest level yet.

Dean leaves his clothes in a pile by the shoe rack and follows Cas into the living room where he’s standing by the couch where he dropped the stuffed bear.

“I want you on the floor, ass in the air.” Cas says, and Dean moves hastily to obey. Cas kneels down behind him, pressing the line of his hard cock against Dean’s cheek. He leans over Dean, grabbing his hair and using it to keep his face pressed into the carpet. Dean can hear the slick sound of Cas jacking himself, and focuses on breathing through the intense vibrations, the angle of his hips putting pressure against his prostate. He hears Cas grunt, feels come striping hot and wet across his ass, his taint and balls. Cas turns off the plug.

Dean’s achingly hard, has been since they got in the car to leave.

“I want you to stay there until it dries, do you understand?” Cas instructs in a low voice, leaving Dean spread out on the floor and covered in come while he leaves the room - Cas hears him talking on the phone a few minutes later. That asshole is on the phone.

Dean doesn’t know how long he kneels there, knees splayed open with his ass tilted up. They didn’t even bother to shut the curtains first - if anyone walked up to the house right now, they’d see Dean kneeling face down with his ass plugged and messy with jizz. His dick is leaking profusely, beads of it drooling onto the carpet.

Cas comes back into the room at some point, still talking.

“Dean’s doing good,” He says, “He’d say hi but he’s busy at the moment.”

Eventually Cas hangs up, only to sit down on the couch and turn on the tv, paying Dean no attention at all. Dean’s itching in his skin, arousal coursing through him and lighting his every nerve ending on fire. And Cas is watching TV like his naked, aching, come slathered boyfriend isn’t on the floor.

After what feels like forever, Dean hears his name.

“Dean,” Cas says a second time, “You can get up now.”

Dean moves slowly, his joints stiff, and sits back on his haunches. He feels the dried come pulling at his skin.

Cas has his eyes on the TV, but his arm is stretched out in Dean’s direction, offering him the stuffed bear. Dean takes it, tentative, not sure what to do. A few seconds pass, and Cas looks over at him, eyebrow raised.

“Well?” He says, clearly unimpressed, and then, “I got you a present and you’re not even going to play with it?”

Dean swallows, thick in his throat. Does Cas expect him to…? Eyes are boring into him, so he shifts gently, spreading his knees to fit the bear between them, pressing it’s soft fur to his leaking, aching cock.

Cas has already turned back to the TV.

Dean shivers, his dick twitching. He starts moving his hips, using both hands to cradle the soft fabric to his dick as he grinds into it, plug still shifting in his ass. He picks up the pace, rutting against the bear’s back, precome spreading across the cheap polyester, making it damp and ragged, catching on his dick.

He’s getting into it, eyes closed and panting as he moves, so he doesn’t notice Cas stand up. All of a sudden the bear is ripped from his hands, and Cas is dropping down in front of him, pulling Dean towards him until Dean’s straddling one of his thick thighs, half covered with boxer briefs.

Cas grabs Dean by the hair, yanking his head back to expose his neck. He places soft, wet kisses along the column of it, biting down hard unexpectedly, Dean moans out, his hands clasping at Cas’s shirt.

“I told you to play with your new toy, not fuck it. Did you enjoy it?”  Cas whispers into his ear, his tone harsh, “Such a dirty little bitch, you’ll rut against anything to get off.”

Dean swallows thickly, knowing better than to say anything. This is the game Cas likes to set up.

“You think you can just rub yourself against anything and come?” Cas asks, “You come when and if I say you do. I was going to fuck you, but seeing as you’re such a desperate slut, I’m not sure you deserve it.”

Dean groans, unbelievably turned on.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Cas asks, letting go of Dean’s hair, stroking his neck with dangerous fingers, “Rutting against the first thing you lay your eyes on, like a filthy animal.”

He pulls Dean forward, sandwiching his cock between his own stomach and Cas’s thigh.

“Well now’s your chance. Get moving.”

Dean buries his face into Cas’s chest, into the fabric of the soft t-shirt he’s wearing, and starts moving his hips, rubbing his dick against Cas’s strong thigh.

Cas has him by the back of his neck, fingernails digging into the skin. He reached behind Dean and pulls out the plug, letting it drop to the carpet. He shoves two fingers into Dean’s hole, twisting them as Dean moves.

“You’d do whatever I told you to do,” Cas growls, “You’d fuck my mother if I ordered it. What’s it like being a mindless fuck toy, Dean, is it fun?”

Dean’s moving so fast now, moaning as he thrusts into the slick he’s trailed across Cas’s skin.

“I could leave you out on the street and let you service whoever felt like having you, would you like that?” Cas says, “Of course you would. You’d enjoy every second of it, because I told you to. Little slut.”

Dean can’t take much more, his hips stuttering. He comes, moaning, spilling across Cas’s thigh. Cas pulls his fingers out of Dean’s ass. He’s leaning against Cas’s chest, panting, when Cas shoves him off.

He looks up at Cas, kneeling over him. Cas scoops the come off his leg, smearing it across Dean’s face with his hand, over his lips and cheeks. He pulls Dean’s ass towards him, before pushing down his boxers and sinking into Dean in one movement.

Dean didn’t notice him get hard again, but Cas definitely is, fucking hard and fast into Dean’s loose ass.

“Look at you, dripping with your own come,” He says, “You love this.”

The sight of Dean seems to drive him crazy, and it doesn’t take him long to come, spilling deep and wet, with his hips pressed tight to Dean’s backside.

“There,” He says, “That should be enough come for you.”

He pulls out of Dean, trailing fresh wet come out of his hole.

And then he giggles, and Dean joins in, his face cracking into a smile under his own jizz.

“Jesus Christ, Cas,” He says.

“Was that okay?” Cas asks him, moving to sit next to Dean, running a soothing hand along his chest.

“That was amazing, baby,” Dean says, his eyes drifting shut.

“No, don’t go to sleep, we need to get you cleaned up,” Cas says, moving to help Dean off the floor.

“Okay, but then you’re sucking my dick,” Dean says, “You owe me a second orgasm.”

“Of course,” Cas laughs, “Would you like me to bring your bear?”

“Fuck off,” Dean mutters, pressing a kiss to Cas’s cheek.


Since Cas got back, Dean’s been clinging to him like a koala bear.  Sometimes literally.  

Even though Cas doesn’t need sleep, Dean insists on having him in bed with him while he gets his obligatory four hours, arms wrapped wrapped tightly around his midsection and refusing to let go.

Cas doesn’t mind this part.  After all, he can’t get bored the way humans do, and it gives him an opportunity to watch Dean sleep without being accused of creepiness.  He’d also read in John Winchester’s journal that Dean had slept the same way with Sam as children after their mother’s death, which he found to be both endearing and sad. 

What he did mind, slightly, was everything else Dean had been doing since he’d gotten back.  He couldn’t do anything, and I do mean anything, unless Dean knew exactly where he was. 

He hadn’t even been able to interview witnesses alone, as Dean always came up with some innocuous excuse for why he needed to accompany him.  He was virtually never alone, and for someone as introspective as Castiel, that made him a little uncomfortable.  Not to mention the fact that he still wanted desperately to prove his competence and usefulness to the Winchesters.

When he found out about the demonic possession at a Catholic girls’ school in Main, he nearly jumped at the chance.  

“I can take this,” he blurted, practically before the Sam had finished describing the case.

The Winchester’s both looked up, blinking in surprise at the abrupt request.

“Care to repeat that, Cas?”  Dean asked, leaning forward on his elbow.

“I can exorcise the demon,” Cas repeated.  “I’m ready for this.  I’m certain.”

Dean, if anything, looked offended.  “No.  No fuckin’ way.  Not happening.”

Cas resisted the urge to role his eyes.  “Dean -”

“No.  This is not a discussion,” said Dean, arms folding stubbornly.  “You need more time to recover.”

Cas nearly scoffed.  “Recover from what?  I am not injured, Dean.”

“You died, Cas!”  Dean exclaimed.  “You can’t just bounce back from that shit.”

“Didn’t you?”  Cas pointed out.

“Yeah, well.  That was different.”  

Cas folded his arms, eyes narrowing obtusely.  “Different how.”

Dean opened his mouth, then closed it again.  Turning to his brother, he said, “Sam, help me out here, will ya?”  

Sam, who seemed determined to stay out of this till this point, cleared his throat delicately.  “Well.  I think if Cas feels comfortable going alone -”

“Sammy, you fucking traitor.” 

“Dean, I hardly said anything,” Sam sighed.  

“Yeah, well I know what you were going to say, and I don’t wanna here it,” Dean huffed.  “Cas, you’re not going.  And that’s final.”

“Dean, I’m significantly more powerful than you.  I can leave when I want,” said Cas defiantly. 

“Ha.  As if,” Dean muttered.  “You’re just a cute little nerdy dude with wings.  I could take you easy.”   

Cas opened his mouth to point out that he was an Eldritch Horror who could easily reduce cities to ashes, but Sam discretely gestured for him to leave it.  Cas, for his sake, reluctantly did.  

“Why are you so opposed to me leaving?”  he asked instead.

“Why are you so opposed to staying?”  Dean shot back.  “This is your home, Cas.  We’re your family.  Why don’t you wanna be here?”

“Well, you certainly weren’t my home or my family when you told me to leave,” Cas snapped, frustration and old hurt bubbling over.

The hurt look on Dean’s face made him immediately regret it.

Blessedly, Sam stepped in.

“Look, Cas.  Dean was lying to both of us back then, and we both got hurt from it.  He was wrong to do that, just like you and I were wrong when we’ve lied to him before,” he explained.  “But this is your home, and we’re your family.  And you belong here just as much as Dean or I do.”

Dean nodded, looking relieved that Sam’s communication skills were marginally better than his own.  “And I wouldn’t make you leave again, Cas,” he assured him.  “Not for anything.” 

Cas nodded, swallowing wetly and feeling unexpectedly emotional.  “Thank you.”  

There was a pause, before he added, “But if neither of you minds, I would still like to try and do this alone;  I, as one of you would put it, ‘need a little space,’ and I’d like the chance to prove to myself that I can still do things alone.”

“That was really well-put, Cas,” said Sam, before Dean could protest.  Turning to Dean, he continued in his best Therapist Voice, “Now Dean, why don’t you tell Cas why you don’t want him to go?”

Dean opened his mouth, then closed it.  He looked at the floor, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.  “What if you don’t come back?”  he whispered, voice coarse as sandpaper.

Cas slumped, all confrontation leaving his posture.  He moved to Dean and hugged him, foreheads pressing together.  “I will always come back.” 

Sam, in the background, looked resigned to his usual position as chronic Third Wheel.  

Cas, of course, successfully exorcised the demon.  None of the girls were hurt, though one or two did confuse him greatly by referring to as a “DILF.”  He resolved to look up what the word meant when he got home.

He was so happy to see Dean, already asleep when he got home.  He’d missed his human so much;  he didn’t think he’d be able to leave home after this for a good long while.

He crawled into bed beside him, and was only slightly surprised when Dean, barely conscious, wrapped his arms around his middle and pulled him close.  

He blinked at him with sleepy green eyes.  “You came home,” he murmured, voice sleep-roughened and full of awe.

Cas, unable to help himself, pressed a gentle kiss to Dean’s lips.  “Yes, my love.  I’ll always come home.”  

eastasianculturerocks  asked:

Bakumomo Brotp Headcanon: When Bakugou finds out that Momo started dating Todoroki, he acts like he doesn't give a shit, but he secretly threatens Todoroki when they're alone together. Like I can sorta imagine Bakugou saying things like 'You better fucking make sure she's the happiest girl in the world or I'll fucking kill you!' (He secretly leaves hints about what would make Momo happy in Todoroki's school locker)

man that is cute!!!!! IM DOWN FOR THIS!

I CAN SEE bakugou secretly texting Momo after their first date being like: “two-face said some shit about you two going out and iunno wat dat fker means but he better be walking you home”

-Momo actually laughs out loud at his texts sometimes ‘cas half of them are just short capital lettered msgs like “I DUN WANNA BE A SAP” “FCK YOU GET WHAT I MEAN” “OK DID HE GIVE U A JACKET WHEN UR COLD? CAS I ALWAYS FCKING TELL U TO BRING A JACKET BUT UR ALWAYS LIKE ILL JUST MAKE ONE AND U DON’T END UP MAKING ONE.”

-Todoroki invited her over for a horror movie date thing (Fuyumi made sure Endeavor was out late that day) and Momo came out of the house just CRYING ‘cas it was SOO SCARY and no matter what Todoroki did, she would still have tears from the fright

-Bakugou was out with Kirishima one day and passed by. AND HE SAW.

-The next day, Bakugou waited for Todo at his locker, and BAM, blasted the locker door off its hinges. Todo was confused and just like “hey what’s your problem?” and Bakugous like “OH YOU KNOW WHAT THE PROBLEM IS.”

-Bakugou tried to drag Todo by the collar to a quieter side of the hall and everyones murmuring but he DUN GIVE A FCK. HE NEEDS TO TEACH THIS TWO-FACE A LESSON.

-Todo shoved him away. Bakugou’s like “I saw ponytail by your doorsteps, crying. AND YOU FCKING STANDING THERE LIKE YOU GOT NO CLUE WHAT TO DO.”

-Todoroki actually had to think. “OH, yeah we just watched The Orphan, and she got a bit jumpy from it. That’s all.” Bakugou realizes and he gets SUPER RED IN THE FACE.

-”OK, well what I’m about to say STILL STANDS. IF YOU MAKE HER CRY YOU’RE GONNA DIE!!!” 

-the next day, Bakugou secretly passed Todo a note in his locker that was titled: A LIST OF SHIT SHE LIKES DUN ASK ME HOW I KNOW

-Todoroki actually followed it for their third date and got her a pot of forget-me-nots. Momo gasped. “but those are my favourite flowers…how did you know?!”

-Momo wouldn’t stop rambling on about the history of the flower and how it got its name and Todo just smiles and listens. Almost memorizing every word.

-Todo texts Bakugou that night. “Thanks.”