i mean look at deans face look at it

Imagine demon!Dean beating a guy up to death because he touched you and he got jealous.

“She’s pretty.” you said softly, trying to hold back the hint of bitterness and pain in your voice. Or jealousy for that matter. You couldn’t blame her, who knew with how many women Dean had been with ever since he became a demon.

“And probably his type. But it shouldn’t bother you now, should it chipmunk?” Crowley raised an eyebrow as the both of you didn’t take your eyes off of the demon playing darts as the blonde waitress gave him another drink with a rather flirtysmile might you say.

“Not now, not ever.” Crowley finally turned to look at you “You are not his girlfriend, (Y/n). Never been, yet you are bothered so much by this. I wonder why.”

You scoffed, turning to glare at him “As if you don’t know. Dean is probably the most oblivious man in the world but you never were Crowley. Why would you use this stupid nickname on me if you didn’t?”

“Guilty.” he flashed you a smile, downing his drink “But he’s no longer the man that you remember, love.”

“Right, so that’s why you wanted me here?” you scoffed “And don’t you dare deny it to me Crowley. You didn’t even blink in surprise when you saw me. You’re letting yourself get caught and sooner or later Sam will come walking in as well.”

“I must admit- the only thing that did surprise me was the fact that moose didn’t come in right after you.” he shrugged “But probably- it’s time to finally put him on track-” he looked at Dean “And make him realize how little he is leaving for just how much.”

“Hell? Oh wow, yes Crowley that really is everyone’s dream kingdom.”

“It is one, nonetheless.” he winked at you and before you could say a thing he had vanished right in front of your eyes. You scoffed at him but didn’t have the chance to question him when you turned your head and your eyes locked with his green ones. And just like always they made your heart skip a beat. Because maybe you were always friends but your love for him was undying.

You held your breath as he set his glass down and raised an eyebrow at you. He said nothing to the rest of them men he was playing with and casually strode towards you “(Y/n)” his voice was as rough but a lot more cold “Fancy seeing you here.” and the smirk on his face made it all worse.

“Is it?” you asked in a low voice and his smile dropped.

“What do you want here?” he asked serious.

“Oh so Crowley didn’t tell you?” you scoffed a laugh “He knew I was on your tracks with Sam, he should be here very soon. I managed to get a lead and thought if I could convince you to come back without him having to hurt himself but… I don’t think there is a point in trying.”

“I told you to stay away.” he shrugged casually, stuffing his hands in his pockets “Not my fault you don’t listen.

“You told Sam to let you go, not me. And I thought there was a chance here but- I was wrong obviously. I’m curious how you didn’t see this coming, or even more that Crowley didn’t speak to you about his plans. Whatever those may be. What happened? Don’t you guys tell everything? Oh no, don’t Dean, secrets are bad, they ruin relationships. We know it better than anyone.” you went from sarcastic to completely serious.

He scoffed, putting on a smirk on his face and rolling his eyes “Don’t care what his game is, I am not his toy. I have my own plans and I’m glad that… he made it easier for me.” he looked

“What do you mean?” you frowned when you noticed the predatory smile on his face “Made it easier by letting me find you?”

“I’ll let you know soon, now follow me and let’s out of here. You’re drawing too much fucking attention with those shorts.” he took hold of your arm, dragging you up as he glared at a few men behind you that had been sneaking looks at you.

“Like hell.” you hissed, snatching your arm from his “Why does it even matter to you? Especially now, I am nothing to you. So what if they look? I am free, Dean, hell they can even touch as much as they want to.” you said angrily.

His eyes darkened as he looked “Let’s go. Now.” he said in a low almost growl but you weren’t having any of it.

“Why?” you scoffed a laugh “So that you can kill me now? Or so that she doesn’t see us talking?” you motioned with your head to the blonde that already had her eyes on you. You tried so hard not to show how much this was hurting you.

“She has nothing to do with this. Come on.” he tugged, holding your hand again.

“Right, of course she doesn’t.” you scoffed “With how many have you been exactly all these months?”

“You’d want to know, wouldn’t you?” a satisfied smirk was on his face.

You didn’t have the chance to speak though because another voice spoke up “Is everything alright?” it was a guy you had seen checking you out ever since you came in.

“Yes, everything’s fine actually. My friend here was just leaving.” you gave Dean a look “How about you buy me a drink and we can talk?” you gave him a smile that made his grin widen.

“Yes, of course sweet cheeks.” he wrapped an arm around your waist.

“You’re gonna lose that hand buddy.” Dean growled, and you both stopped before you could leave.

“Excuse me?” he raised an eyebrow “Did you just threaten me?”

“No, I was giving you a friendly warning.” Dean shrugged with a casual smile.

“Yeah, right.” he scoffed, arm tightening on your waist just to mock the demon and for a second you got scared when Dean’s smile completely fell.

“But you obviously don’t listen very well.” he scoffed and before you could realize it he had grabbed the man by the collarof his shirt and pinned him against a pillar.

“And now- you get to see what I mean when I say that you shouldn’t have done that.” and even if you expected it you jumped when he threw a powerful punch at the man. And the another, and another and another without letting him do a single move. You were almost scared for his life when you saw the mark on Dean’s arm burn that angry red as he kept hitting the guy, blood covering his fist and groans and moans of pain filling the bar along with hushed whispers from other customers.

“Fucking asshole, think you could ever have a piece of that?” he scoffed a laugh, punching more “In your dreams!” another punch “She’s too pure and perfect for a bloody jackass like you. You would never stand a fucking chance.” he growled, punching him more.

You could barely make out any of the things he said after that as the sounds were too much to handle. People shouting, some cheering and encouraging him to keep going. And then you heard her.

“Dean, stop!” she screamed but he didn’t listen to her, as he kept punching with groans himself “Stop! You’re gonna kill him!” she screamed but it didn’t seem to have a single effect on him at the moment.

“Would serve him fucking right.” Dean growled, grabbing his bloody face and making the guy look at you “Do you see that? Do you see her?” he said through gritted teeth “She’s great isn’t she? And you’d really want a piece of her tonight but that would be it. You had some gruesome thoughts for her after that though, didn’t you?” he turned his head to look at Dean “Didn’t you?” he roared and he gave him a weak nod.

“Just like I thought.” Dean smirked “For the first, I’d really just break your hand and maybe face. But for this-” he looked at him darkly and your breath got caught in your throat. If he killed him right there in front of so many people he’d draw all the wrong attention.

“Dean!” you screamed “No, no don’t!” you exclaimed and as surprising as it was for everyone, it caught his attention and he glanced at you over your shoulder. You looked at him with wide eyes, shaking your head in fear.

“Seems like your lucky day, bastard.” he growled “You’re very damn lucky that she can have this effect on me because trust me your death… it would have not been easy. And she would never give you a single glance because you know why?” he smirked in an almost sinister way “Oh you know why.” he laughed, pushing him to the side and he fell on the floor. He looked down at him for a second, smirking before with a roll of his eyes he turned around and looked at the rest of the customers.

He didn’t say a think, he only scoffed at them and walked towards you.

“D” you found yourself whispering as you stared at him with wide eyes “You would have-”

“I should have.” he growled “Hope you fucking understand I am not playing games here, (Y/n).” he grabbed your jaw with one hand and your heart leapt to your throat when he brought his face closer to yours, your lips only an inch away. You knew what he wanted to do but he stopped himself, looking from your lips up to your eyes. He smiled slightly, running his thumb over your lower lip.

“You are mine, and I’ll make sure everybody knows it from now on.” he said in a low rough voice and you frowned. You knew in what way he meant it, you were no fool with what he had almost done but it still confused you. You were always friends and on top of that even if he didn’t care at the moment as a demon… what really held him back from forcing a kiss out of you? IT felt as if for a moment you saw your own Dean flash through his eyes.

“Only. Mine.” he said in a husky voice in your ear and you felt shivers run down your spine when his teeth grazed over it “I’ll wait in the car.” he added and let go of you, almost leaving you to try to recover from the shock.

But you only had another one coming once he’d left and the waitress spoke to you “You are (Y/n)?”

“Why-” your voice was hoarse as you looked at her “You know me?” and the look on her face only said yes, making you realize there was only person that could have spoken about you to her.

Dean. But the real question was why?

I just wanted to draw your attention to something I noticed while looking at 7 million gifs of this scene

This is Dean’s reaction to Cas’ “you’re my family… I love you” He’s full of pain, but is looking away because that what Dean does with his emotions.

however

This is Dean‘s reaction to “I love ALL of you.”

Just like us, Dean, has heard the distinction, and realised what that means, that Cas loves him in a manner unique to his love for the other Winchesters.

This is the face of a character who canonically just heard a confession of love. That is a “did he just?” face.

IN ADDITION

This is “you’re my family I love you” moose, with serious sad brows

This is a “why did he just say all of - OOOOOOOOhhhhh.” lightbulb moose (ill admit, its more distinctive on film than still image)

Let the record show that on episode 12.12, at 31:24, both Winchesters had canonically realised that Cas loves Dean - not as a snarky joke from an enemy, not a awkward misunderstanding of human personal space, not just friends - but real love.

It happened. They saw it. We all saw them see it.

It had better be acknowledged.

Unrequited

Summary: As a teenager you’d been best friends with Sam Winchester, particularly since your mother and his father hunted together whenever they felt they needed backup. But then you’d moved country, and all interactions with the Winchesters were of the non-physical kind. So when they call on you for backup, you jump at the chance to see your best friend again, not to mention see his big brother, on who you’d had a mild crush on.
The hunt goes well, the rest of the evening, however, doesn’t exactly go your way.  
Pairing
: Alpha!DeanxOmega!Reader
Words
: 3963
Warnings
: A/B/O Dynamics. Smut.
AN: This was an Anon Request! I’m quite pleased with this one, and kinda tempted to write a sequel… let me know what you think of that idea!!!
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!

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Your phone started ringing for the third time in a row, and you couldn’t suppress your exasperated groan as you tugged a sweatshirt over your wet hair and damp skin. Snatching it up off the scuff-marked plastic table you chanced a quick glance at the caller ID before answering.

Sam Winchester.

Of course.

“You better have a damn good reason for disturbing my day off, Winchester,” you teased, tucking the mobile between your shoulder and ear so you could return to the damp towel you’d tossed onto the bed and set about drying your hair more thoroughly. The bastard knew you were taking a day to pamper yourself, yet still decided to drive you mad with your own ringtone. How very rude of him.

On the end of the line, Sam just chuckled, and you could just picture him shaking his head slightly in amusement.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he laughed, but you could detect genuine regret in his voice. “It’s just that I know you’re nearby, and me and Dean could use an extra pair of hands on this one. Dean will hate me when he finds out I rang… he doesn’t like thinking there are more Vamps than we can handle,” he said. A faint scraping sound in the background suggested that he’d just taken a seat, too.

As you once again dropped the towel onto your bed in favour of your hairbrush, you let out an amused titter. “Certainly sounds like Dean,” you mused, “sounds like he’s well on his way to becoming one of those stereotypical stubborn Alphas you get on TV.”

Once again, you heard the distinctive rumble of Sam laughing. That was when a thought hit you, and your face lit up in a smile so broad that your cheeks actually hurt.

“Hold up… does-does that mean I actually get to see you guys? And I mean see you, not just skype or a screen-shared movie?”

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cuddlemonsterdean  asked:

1) just made myself laugh thinking about 13x08 "the nineties called. they'd like their shoes back" and how dean probably has a running fashion commentary in his head at all times. i mean 9x06 and "you gonna wear that? on a /date/?" that whole shopping thing with charlie in 8x20? plus every time he's gotta wear something he disapproves of (like in 11x08) he's real grumpy about it? (i mean i headcanon that dean takes forever to style his hair, secretly loves to color-coordinate his outfits, and

2) cares deeply about whether the jeans he’s wearing make his butt look good). what do you think? :) feel free to answer publicly if you want! (sorry if this ask is a bit silly but dean fashion police winchester is so precious i can’t stop thinking about it xD)

The disapproval is strong in this one. 

His face. And Charlie’s so frustrated with him. I love it. 

And I love it even more becuase Sam’s face and hands. I can almost hear him saying, who doesn’t look good in Mr. Rogers’ sweater, Dean, come on. 

I mean, you’re right on the money, cuddles (can I call you cuddles?). I love this about Dean, especially because started out hating being in a suit. Remember 1.04 when he’ all I look like one of the Blue Brothers, not to mention the adorable pout

And then he becomes this guy

And yep, I think it’s fair to say Dean spends a good amount of time on his hair. Look at his hair in all its perfectly I don’t give a fuck I just rolled out bed this way tousle

Nope, Dean, we know you spent twenty minutes sculpting each strand to perfection. Dean Fashionista Winchester, we see you. And we love you for it. 

Winchesters in Riverdale (Part One)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in the community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

Riverdale gif by @stefan-salvatores

Prologue

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“Why’s everyone staring at us?” Sam asked as the four of you walked through the town of Riverdale.

You looked around and saw that people indeed were staring at you guys. You looked down at your outfit of a black tank top, plaid jacket, and jeans which were ripped a bit at the knees.

Dean scoffed.

“They’re staring at us? We should be staring at them. They look like a modern version of the fifties.” he said.

You snorted.

“Dean.” Castiel chastised.

“What?” Dean asked. “They do.”

You smiled and shook your head, continuing your walk.

“Hey,” Sam said stopping.

The rest of you stopped, turning to him as he nodded to something behind you. You faced forward again, seeing a small diner with sign above it.

““Pop’s,”” he said. “Guess that’s where we’re eating.”

You shrugged.

“I’ve had worse.” you said as the four of you walked the short distance to the diner in silence.

“Alright,” Dean said as everyone stopped outside the diner.

“Sam, Cas, and I’ll go to that gas station next door and ask anyone if there’s a motel close by. Y/N, you go in the diner and find us a booth.”

You nodded.

“Yeah, sure,” you said. “See you in a few.”

The boys went in the opposite direction as you walked up the stairs to Pop’s. The bell jingled as you opened the front door and you breathed in the familiar scent of a diner. You walked over the counter to where a man was cleaning the tabletop off.

“Can I help you?” he asked, looking up.

You looked up at the man across the counter, presumably Pop.

“Uh, yeah, can I have four waters to start, please?”

Pop nodded.

“Thanks.” you muttered as Pop got started on your order. You took a seat in a booth closest to the door, unaware of the four people across the diner who had been watching you the entire time.

“Well, I for one am excited for the game,” Veronica began. “Because…”

As the Lodge girl trailed off, Jughead, Archie, and Betty looked at her.

“Ronnie?” Archie asked.

“Who’s she?” Veronica asked, ignoring the ginger’s question.

The three of them followed her gaze to the girl ordering something from Pop Tate at the counter.

You.

Jughead was taken aback by you. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something about you that just struck him. As you sat down in your booth, Jughead’s mind raced.

Was it the way you dressed? Or maybe—

“I’ve never seen her before,” Betty said, snapping Jughead out of his thoughts. “But she can’t be new. No one transfers schools in the middle of the school year.”

“Should we invite her to sit with us?” Archie asked as he turned back to Veronica.

“Yeah, sure,” Ronnie said. “She looks— oh hello.”

At Veronica’s purr, everyone turned back to what she was looking at. Sam, Dean, and Castiel all entered Pop’s. The three men caught sight of you in your booth and sat down next to you and across from you. As the four of you began to talk, the teens tried to hear what you were saying but to no avail.

“So there’s a motel about a quarter mile ahead. Called the Moon Motel. Only one in town.” Dean said as he and Castiel sat across from you.

You nodded as Sam sat down next to you.

“Okay,” you said. “I ordered us all waters to start. Didn’t get you food though. Wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for.”

Dean cleared his throat as he picked up a menu and started reading it.

“Pie,” he proclaimed. “Cherry pie.”

You smirked.

Pie. You loved it. But it had made you sick as a dog when you had gotten—

The smile disappeared from your face and you quickly shook your head, removing that thought from your head. You wouldn’t think about that today.

“You okay?” Sam asked, looking at you.

You looked up and realized your brothers and the angel were looking at you.

“Uh, y-yeah,” you stammered, running a hand through your hair. “Just wondering what we’re gonna wear for the next few days. I mean, no offense, Dean, but you smell.”

Sam bit back a smile at your remark while Dean glared at you.

“I can get us some fake credit cards.” Cas cut in.

You rose your eyebrows at him.

“In this place?” you asked.

“I can try.” the angel replied.

You sighed as you sat back in your chair, picking your menu up.

“Alright.” you answered as the four of you entered a comfortable silence.

The teens watched you and the three others curiously.

“Who are they?” Betty asked quietly.

Veronica shrugged.

“I don’t know,” she said as she took a sip of her milkshake. “But I like the one that’s sitting next to the one in that trench coat.” she said slyly.

Archie groaned and Jughead’s face twisted up as if he had tasted something sour.

“That’s gross, Ronnie.” Betty said.

Veronica shrugged and the four of them resumed looking at the strangers across the room only to freeze when they saw you were looking straight back at them.

“Why don’t you take a picture?” you snapped loudly. “It’ll last longer.”

The men in your booth turned to look at the Core Four who quickly looked away, not wanting to face their wrath as well.

“Damn.” Jughead muttered.

Guess you didn’t like to play around.

Sam looked back at you after your outburst with an impressed expression on his face.

“I’m just hungry, okay?” you mumbled, looking back down at your menu.

Dean chuckled.

“That’s my girl.” he said.

You gave a small smile before the silence enveloped your booth again. You glanced up again only to see the raven-haired teenager from the booth you had yelled at looking at you curiously. The other teens had their heads down, evidently scarred by your scolding. 

But not him. 

You debated yelling at him again before deciding you were too hungry to get into a fight at this time. You sighed, eyes going back to your menu.

What even was this place?

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Perfect

Pairing: Destiel
Tags: High School AU, smut, friends to lovers
Prompt: 52.“Oh, gosh, you’ve insulted me! What ever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scared for years!”
Note: This was a prompt from a long time ago that I owe to @pretentiosity and @mishackl …..hope you like it an sorry it took forever!! <3

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“Oh, gosh, you’ve insulted me! What ever shall I do? I’ll be mentally and emotionally scarred for years!”

Dean rolled his eyes and shoved Cas’s shoulder, making the shorter teen stumble a bit, “Shut up, Cas.” Cas laughed and straightened his backpack, “You know I hate when you do that.”

Cas ran a hand through his dark hair, “And you know I hate when you act like you accidentally saying ‘fag’ is going to hurt my feelings. I’m gay, Dean, it’s not a secret or anything.”

“I know you’re gay, Cas, but I shouldn’t have said that word,” Dean mumbled, keeping his eyes on the pavement, “I just feel bad talking about it around my dad because you know how he is and-”

Cas steps in front of Dean and places a hand on the taller boy’s chest, Dean’s eyes meet his and Cas falls in love all over again, “I said, it’s fine, Dean,” he repeats, a little slower so that it actually gets through the boys thick skull, “Okay?”

Dean nods and Cas can’t find it in himself to move his hand away from his best friends warm chest, where he can feel his strong heart beat and the way it flutters when he stares at his lips, “Cas?”

“Hm?” Cas shakes his head and pulls his hand away, clearing his throat and punching Dean’s chest to cover the awkward moment, “What do ya’ say we go and get ice cream and junk before we head to my house?”

Dean smiles, and Cas looks away before he stares again, “Yeah, let’s go…” he says as he goes off on a tangent about how it’s been forever since he’s had junk good, when in reality, Cas knows he’s had plenty. Because maybe Cas stays up and makes extra chocolate chip cookies to bring to school for Dean at lunch every Friday, and maybe it’s just to see that bright-eyed smile as he stuffs his cheeks so full he looks like a chipmunk.

Cas has been in love with Dean since the sixth grade and Cas came out in the eighth. He’d been dreading telling Dean because he already knew Mr. Winchester wasn’t the most gay-friendly man, but when he told Dean, the boy just smiled and thanked him for telling him. Cas figured he already knew.

-

“Captain America and Bucky are totally banging.”

Cas nearly chokes on his popcorn and turns to see Dean laughing at him, “What?”

Dean shrugs and pops a handful of popcorn in his mouth, “You don’t think so?”

Cas glances back at the screen and then back to his friend whose cheeks have turned pink, “No, I-I definitely think so, just…you do?”

Once again, Dean shrugs, “Yeah?”

Cas just smiles and shakes his head, turning back to the movie and trying not to focus on the feeling of Dean’s thigh pressed to his. The movie ends finishes and after finishing up the popcorn, they go up to Cas’s room and smoke a little, just enough to get a slight buzz. 

Dean’s smiling and talking about how much he loves Captain America, when he stops and looks at Cas, his head cocked in a way that makes Cas just die a little inside.

“He’s hot right? Captain America?”

Cas’s a little too relaxed to really react, but he nods, “Definitely.”

Dean smiles and starts to giggle, flopping down onto the bed next to Cas, their heads hanging off the side of the bed, “I’d totally let him fuck me.”

Cas pauses for a moment and lets that sink in before he turns and locks eyes with Dean, “What?”

“What’s it like?” Dean asks, and they both sit up, a little dizzy at the rush.

“What’s what like?”

Dean licks his lips and hesitates for a moment, “Kissing a guy.”

Cas’s breath hitches and he finds himself looking at Dean’s lips again, “It’s just…amazing.” Cas smiles, laughing a little, “Worth all the shit I get for being gay, that’s for sure.”

Dean smiles a little, and it’s a soft, happy smile that Cas loves seeing on his face, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Cas nods, swallowing and clearing his throat, “Uh, why’d you ask?”

It was Dean’s turn to clear his throat, “Just…you know, it’s, I was just curious.”

Cas moves a little closer and licks his lips, “Do you….Dean do you think…” he swallows and “Don’t get pissed at me,” he says, and Dean’s lip twitches, “but…do you…do you think you like…guys?”

“What? Cas, I’m not gay I-”

“Dean,” Cas interrupts before his friend gets any angrier, “There’s other…you could be bisexual or-”

“Bi-what?”

“It means you like guys and girls…” Cas said, watching Dean’s face for a reaction, and when his face relaxed, Cas continued, “Do you…is that why you…I mean, you did say you wanted Captain America to fuck you,” he laughed a little, trying to ease the tension, “And I know you like girls so….I mean, it’s not a bad thing, Dean.”

Dean looked down at the Star Wars blanket on Cas’s bed, “You kind of ruined my buzz.” he mumbles, and Cas smiles a little when Dean looks back up at him, “So you…I mean, you’re not bisexual, though, right? You’re just-you like guys?”

Cas chuckled this time and nodded, a blush hot on his cheeks, “Yeah, Dean, I only like guys.”

With a nod, Dean gives Cas a small smile, “Thanks, I guess.” Cas nods and silence fills the room.

“Did you, um, is that why you asked what it was like to kiss a guy?”

Dean’s face flushes red he clears his throat, “No, I mean, yeah, I just,” he shakes his head and looks back up at Cas, licking his lips, “It’s really…Looks nice.”

Cas’s heart is pounding and he swears Dean can hear it, “It is.” he swallows, looking down at Dean’s lips, “Did you-did you have anyone in mind? Other than Captain America?”

Dean smiles a little and Cas can’t take his eyes of his lips, “Chris Evans isn’t available, huh?” he jokes, and Cas watches his throat work before looking up into his eyes that are suddenly a little closer.

“Promise not to punch me?” Cas whispers, eyes locked on Dean’s.

“Yeah.” Dean breathes, “I promise.”

Cas glances at his lips then back to Dean’s eyes and takes a leap of faith and leans forward to press his lips to his. 

They’re even softer than he had imagined (he’d imagined a lot) and he wants to cry when Dean presses back. Cas reaches up with a trembling hand and places it on the back of his friend’s neck, angling his head to kiss him a little harder.

Dean makes a noise in the back of his throat and Cas pulls back, only for Dean to grab him by his shirt and whisper against his mouth, “Don’t stop.”

With a hitch in his breath, Cas goes back to kissing Dean, angling his head and parting his lips, sucking Dean’s plump bottom lip into his mouth and moaning along with Dean. Dean’s hand comes up and slides up his chest, and Cas licks into his mouth. Dean moans and pulls Cas even closer, and sooner than later, Cas finds himself in Dean’s lap, kissing him deeply as the other boy runs his fingers through this hair.

Cas pulls away when he finds himself grinding down onto Dean’s lap, surprised when he finds his friend as hard as he is, “Dean, what are we-”

“Cas,” Dean cuts him off, pulling him close and kissing him again, “I know you-I know you want me.” he says, and Cas blushes, but he’s too strung out to care, so he nods his head, “And I want you, want you so bad.”

Cas lets out a whimper and grinds back down on to Dean, letting the other boy kiss and suck at his neck while his fingers dig into his ass, “Fuck, Dean.” he breathes, feeling like he could come just like this.

Dean pants against his neck and pulls back to help Cas get his shirt off, immediately kissing his smooth, pale chest. His hand’s ghost up Cas’s back as his mouth latches onto a nipple. After Dean’s kissed every inch of his body, Cas gets Dean’s shirt off and slides down to do the same, and he’s pleased to find out that Dean’s nipples are just as sensitive, if not more. When he gets to his hips, Dean pulls Cas back up and kisses him again, and Cas moans when Dean hesitantly palms him through his jeans.

“I’ve never, I don’t know how-”

“You’re perfect,” Cas whispers, “Just do what you like.”

Dean swallows and nods, and after a lot more kissing, they both get out of their jeans and boxers. Cas moans at the sight of Dean’s perfect cock, and he cries out when Dean pulls him down and their cocks rub together. Dean’s panting and grinding up hard against Cas, gripping his ass and thrusting. Cas feels like he can’t breathe but he doesn’t want to stop kissing Dean.

“Cas, fuck.” Dean breathes, palming Cas’s smooth ass while he kisses him.

Cas nips at Dean’s bottom lip and pulls back, looking into his friend’s eyes and slowing they’re grinding, he reaches down between the two of them and taking both their cocks in his large hand. Dean’s back arches when their cocks are lined up and Cas watches with rapt amazement at the beautiful boy beneath him.

“You’re perfect, so beautiful,” Cas mumbles, beginning to stroke their cocks together, “Shit.”

Dean’s thrusting with each tug and his eyes shut when Cas’s thumb swirls over their slits. Cas’s balls drag over Dean’s as they move and he can’t help but stroke faster.

Dean’s perfect chest is rising and falling rapidly, and his face is a picture of pleasure; brows pulled together, mouth parted, and Cas wishes he could take a picture. 

It’s his turn to stutter when Dean’s hands find his hips and he flips them over, shocking Cas when he leans down to kiss him hard. Dean takes over and starts stroking their cocks, and Cas comes, unable to hold back as he looks up at Dean’s who’s stroking his cock.

Dean pulls his hand away and watches Cas gasp and moan with his .eyes on Dean the whole time, and then he’s stroking his own cock until he’s coming all over Cas’s stomach and spent cock. His head is thrown back and Cas wants to taste Dean’s come so bad, but he doesn’t want to push him.

When Dean comes back to himself, he looks down at the mess on Cas’s stomach and then back up to his friend. Cas watches as Dean’s face melts into one he’s seen before, like when his Dad told him he was a disappointment for not starting the first game of the season.

“Dean?” Cas asks quietly, and he’s sitting up when Dean grabs his boxers and bolts to the bathroom.

Cas is stunned and he looks down at his stomach and the cooling come and feels disgusting. He reaches down for a shirt and wipes himself off, pulling on his boxers and sits on the bed, thinking over what just happened. He hears the sink turn on and off and then he swears he hears Dean curse.

After what feels like hours, Cas gets up and walks over to the door, knocking once before opening it. Dean’s sitting on the bathtub’s edge looking up at Cas with wet eyes, and Cas wants to tell him he still looks beautiful.

“I”m sorry,” Dean says weakly, “Cas I didn’t, I’m so sorry, man I shouldn’t have-”

“Dean?” Cas says, walking up and kneeling in front of his friend, “Why are you apologizing?”

Dean stares at Cas like he’s lost his mind and a tear falls down his freckled cheek, “I just-I didn’t even ask and then I just-”

Cas takes a risk and kisses him, pressing harder when Dean hesitates, until they both melt into it. He pulls away and brushes his thumb over Dean’s cheekbone until he opens his eyes, “I never want you to apologize for kissing me or any of that other stuff.” he mumbles, and can’t help but press another kiss to his lips, “You’re perfect.”

“Cas,” Dean whispers, “Stop saying that, you know I’m not.”

“You are.” Cas says instead, and Dean gives him a glare that makes him smile, “I’ve always thought you were perfect.”

Dean sits there silently while Cas soothes him with small touches, his eyes fluttering shut after a while before he leans into kiss Cas, “You’re perfect too.” he says quietly, the blush on his cheeks making his freckles, Cas loves so much, stand out more.

Cas smiles slightly, blushing until he sees Dean’s face fall, “What?”

“I just…” he licks his lips and looks into Cas’s eyes, “We’re still…we’re still friends, right? We can be boyfriends and friends?”

Cas stares at his friend in shock before he smiles brightly, pulling Dean down with him until they both land on the floor, thankfully covered by a rug. Cas laughs while he kisses Dean and soon enough they’re both chuckling. Dean ends up beneath Cas, smiling up at him as Dean smiles back, his eyes wide and bright.

“You called me your boyfriend,” Cas says, his smile only falling a little, eyes still locked on Dean’s green orbs.

Dean blushes and Cas watches his eyes move over Cas’s face, “Is that okay?”

Cas laughs and pulls Dean in for another kiss, one that makes both of their boxers tent, “More than okay.”

Smirking, Dean’s hand trails down Cas’s side, “Is it perfect?”

Cas smiles and kisses Dean again, mumbling against his mouth, “Shut up.”

You Understand Right? (Part 4): Broken Promises

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader

Length: 989+ words

TW: Nothing in this chapter! 

A/N: This is a pretty short chapter, but I wanted to split this chapter, and the next chapter up. Also, this is part of @kas-not-cas 2.5K Writing Challenge! Honestly, whenever I do challenges, I prefer writing a separate fic that’s not a part of a series, but it just went to so well with this chapter that I couldn’t help myself! I know I got your permission to use the Prompt in a series, but if you want me to write another oneshot separate, I can totes do that! 

Prompt: “I’ve lost count of the promises you’ve broken.”

SERIES MASTERLIST


“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean greeted lowly as not to scare her. 

Her gaze was stuck to the ground, her body not moving an inch.

“We’re not going to hurt you. Do you remember us?” Sam questioned kindly, bending his knees to meet her eyes.

She nodded slowly, looking unsure of her surroundings. 

“You’re not in hell anymore,” Sam said comfortingly. “You’re safe with us.”

Y/N looked around the motel room, and finally opened her mouth. “Wh- What’s the date?” she croaked.

“It’s June 19th, 2015,” Sam answered.

The girl looked accepting of the fact that it has been nine years since her death. 

“Here,” Sam quickly said, grabbing a water bottle from the table, and handing it to her. “You must be hungry. Dean, and I were just about to head back to the bunker.”

“The bunker?” Y/N asked with her head tilted to the side.

“Yea!” Sam’s face lit up as he continued talking about their new found residence. He chattered away about the bunker for a few minutes until Dean interrupted him.

“Let’s get you some food before we leave.” There wasn’t any trace of emotions in his voice, his face as stoic as ever.

Y/N looked down at her bloody clothes, and before she could say anything, Dean had already gone through his bag, pulling a pair of shirt, flannel, and sweatpants for her to wear.

“Get changed, and then we’ll head out,” Dean instructed.

As she was in the bathroom, the two brothers turned to each other.

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Imagine Castiel outing your secret relationship with him

Gif submitted by the beautiful @sortaathief

“So I had her legs wrapped around my head,” Dean’s eyes widen in delight as he recounted last night’s venture. You half listened, eyes glanced over at Castiel; who was standing over Sam as he researched on his laptop. The angel looked at you and smiled softly; you looked down to your lap, trying to hide a smirk.

“And then she did this one thing with her tongue,” Dean groaned in remembrance. You laughed and playfully shoved the hunter.

“Yeah, I heard you,” you smirked.

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Title:Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

“Alright, so we know that getting outta here is not going to be that easy. Or as easy as the first time.” Dean grumbled as he shut the car’s door close.

“So it seems- uh thank you Clint!” Sam gave the driver a smile but he only frowned at him.

“Uh Clif? You know what guys? Just stay off drinking for a little while yeah? And Jensen, why don’t you tell your wife to make you like a warm tea or something? Your voice is starting to turn into Dean’s and it’s kinda creepy.” Clif gave Dean a tight smile.

Dean frowned, feeling a little offended for a moment but just as he was about to speak Sam did for him “Uh yeah sure thing, thanks for the drive Clif.” he gave him a tight smile and the man nodded his head.

“Of course. Goodnight guys.” he waved at them and Sam waved back.

“What the hell’s wrong with my voice?” Dean exclaimed, his voice raising an octave and Sam only rolled his eyes “My voice is absolutely fine! It’s that freaking Jensen’s voice that must be weird! Just like his name.” he scoffed, making a face and rolling his eyes.

“Yeah right, sure. Let’s go inside now before it starts raining on us.” Sam huffed a laugh, stuffing his hands in his jacket.

“Yeah right, well smart call to come here Padaleski.” Dean said with a smirk and Sam frowned.

“Uh Lecki. I’m pretty sure it’s Lecki.”

“Yeah whatever Polish boy. As long as I won’t have to watch you and fake-Ruby stuff faces.” Dean made a disgusted face and Sam huffed, giving him a bitch-face.

“I mean hey Sammy, what do ya think (Y/n/n) would think about it?” Dean gave him a side look and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Nothing because she knows very well how I feel about her. I love her and only her. Besides, this place, those guys it’s not us ok? So no there shouldn’t even be a need to worry.”

“Sure.” Dean nodded his head, fetching the keys he had stolen earlier from Jensen’s trailer but still avoided eye contact with his brother “Just save me the cheesy details man, I liked my burger a couple hours ago.” he laughed him off but Sam just sighed.

“Yeah well, it is not going to be my favorite thing to see you stuff your face with whoever your wife is.” Sam said in a teasing tone and Dean chuckled, a triumphant grin on his face when he managed to find the right key.

“You think she’s gonna be hot?” he asked Sam with a smirk and the younger Winchester shrugged.

“Well, if this Jensen guy is anything like you then- I guess.” he shrugged and Dean scoffed.

“I doubt it. Did you see that dude’s car? I mean come on now!” he exclaimed a little too loudly, his voice echoing inside the house.

“Hm well, you’ve got a pretty nice house that is for sure. Looks really home-y.” Sam commented as they both took a look around.

“Yeah, it’s nice.” Dean almost whispered and Sam merely nodded his head as he took in the sight.

“It’s ike-” he breathed out a laugh “It’s like they let (Y/n) decorate it or something. She’s told me so many times about how she’s imagined her house and it’s- pretty much like this.” Sam motioned around him.

“Of course she would.” Dean breathed out a chuckle, a fond smile on his face. One that as soon as he noticed matched that of his brother’s he wiped off.

“Alright-” he cleared his throat, trying not to get too carried away “-let’ not get carried away. We first need to-”

“Honey?” a voice cut him off, though, before he could say more and both brothers stiffened “Is that you?” it was heard again, this time coming closer and Dean shared a look with Sam.

“Time to find out I guess.” he said with a small nervous smile before steadying himself.

“Uh yeah it’s me. Jensen. Not- not somebody else, like Dean or- yeah, nope.” he tried but failed to give a nice response and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Real smooth Jensen.” Sam smirked at him and Dean merely glared at the taller man.

“Baby?” the voice was heard again, closer this time and for the first time did Sam and Dean frown at how… familiar it sounded.

“Oh there you are.” a wide grin broke on your lips as you came into view but Sam’s small smile completely vanished. Especially as you walked towards his brother and grabbed him by his jacket and… pressed your lips to his. At that moment Sam felt his heart ache more than ever before inside his chest and… as wrong as that was Dean felt his own heart swell inside his own chest.

“How was work? Hope you two didn’t have all the fun on set without me huh?” you gave him a grin, giggling as he gaped at you like a fish out of water.

“Hey Jared, how are you? How’s Gen? I didn’t have time to see her this week. In between the new album, the shooting and everything else I hadn’t had time to talk with her.” you said with all too familiar warm smile that this time didn’t make Sam smile, because your arms wrapped around Dean’s shoulders felt almost like a stab to the heart.

“Uh she’s- she’s fine.” he choked out, giving you a weak smile.

“I’m glad.” you nodded your head and in a second your eyes were back on Dean’s face who had suddenly forgotten how to breathe.

“Hey you-” you said in a lower voice, leaning in closer to him to the point he thought you’d be able to feel how his heart was going crazy inside his chest “-your mother came to take Justice, she was really happy that she’ll spend the weekend with her grandparents. You know what that means though, right?” you smirked at him, and Dean gave you a weak nod.

You chuckled, pressing your lips to his and he had to practically keep himself from melting into it. He struggled to keep himself from closing his eyes and just wrapping his arms around you, pressing you as close to himself as possible and never letting go of you. And gosh was it wrong to want, much less actually consider it.

You pulled away and had a soft smile on your lips. You nuzzled your nose with his and Dean was sure he let out a small sound that couldn’t be described as human. You smiled softly at him, the same shy smile you had given to him all that time ago when you first met.

A day he still remembered, because he was the first one you’d met. And only much later, a week later, did Sam come in view and he saw the two of you fall head over heels in love with each other. And all he did was be happy for the two of you, no matter how much it hurt him.

But he saw the shy smile turn into a smirk, the seductive kind you’d give to Sam and minutes later he’d excuse himself and follow you. And Dean would only leave the bunker for hours, not wanting to hear the two of you’s happy sounds. There was only so much he could take. This time though you gave that smirk to him, and it was him you leaned closer to.

“And I’ve got something I think you’ll love to see me in.” you whispered and Dean practically jumped, his eyes going wider (if it was possible) and a squeak left his lips when you… slapped his ass.

You winked at him, giggling before you pulled slightly away “Hey, J are you going to stay for dinner?” you asked him with that soft but only friendly smile that Dean was so used to.

Sam wanted to speak, to say something, anything but he only gave you a weak nod. You smiled warmly and nodded your head at him “I’ll serve some for you too then! And you-” you turned to Dean “-why don’t you come give me a hand huh?” you winked at him and Dean swallowed thickly, nodding his head with a somewhat terified look on his face but still a giddy feeling inside his chest.

“S-sure, I’ll be there in a while.” he stuttered because he could really understand what you meant.

“Great then.” you giggled, kissing his lips once more and Dean for a second took in a deep breath unable to believe how your scent was the same.

You rubbed his cheek before pulling away from him and turning you walked past Sam, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder – one Dean knew all too well again – and leaving them alone for a moment.

Dean took in a shaky breath, once you were completely gone his eyes moved to lock with his brother’s and as much as he wanted to play it off he knew he couldn’t. Not when he saw the hurt but somewhat angry look on Sam’s eyes. His clenched jaw and puffed out chest, something that only showed his pain.

He tried to give him a smile but it only showed his nervousness. So instead Dean just cleared his throat.

“Well, talking about awkward huh?”

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A/N: My fave one so far, and one that could have great potential if turned into a full fic! Angsty, yes, but I love it! I was between this and ‘In a world of our own’ which I will write for a different French Mistake story!

Longing

a birthday gift for @succulent-sam!! happy birthday, gabby!!! I hope you enjoy this little canon ‘verse happiness. <3

now on AO3!

“Do you always understand everything you feel?” Cas asked, one day.

He thought, obscurely, that Spring was the right time for a question like this; or at least this Spring was - a Spring that felt fresh and light and hazy, still dazed by the wonder of Winter’s passing. Dean, sitting in the car beside him, looked washed out by it - or rather, washed clean, Cas supposed he meant. Softened, in any case.

“How d’you mean?” Dean said. He turned to Cas, the bright sun shrinking out the darkness in his eyes - turning them green. Green like go-lights, green like mazes - no, gentler than both of those; green like the water-full leaves of succulent plants. Green like book covers, like peppermint-flavour candies.

“I mean… do you ever feel something that you can’t explain? Something… ineffable?”

Dean pressed his lips together. Cas wondered if he needed to explain the word ‘ineffable’.

“Nah?” he said. “I guess most of what I feel, I know what to call it. I don’t always like it, but at least I know what it is.”

Cas nodded seriously. Dean let the silence rest for a while as they cruised down the Spring-morning road.

“What about you?” he said eventually.

Cas lifted a shoulder.

“I… have a thousand words for how things feel,” he said, “and a thousand things to feel within me. But I… I cannot make them match.”

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anonymous asked:

Okay, so Dean was literally suicidal in this episode and as soon as Cas comes back, he's happy... like literally happy. We haven't seen him this happy in a very very long time (I'm not counting Regarding Dean.)... I mean, you can't look me in the eyes and tell me they're not canon. That's just not realistic.

LOOK. AT. HIS. FACE. 

Honestly, I think I could wait until Wrestlemania 34 if it means Roman vs Cena as long as when we’re least expecting it we hear out of nowhere.

Sierra. Hotel. India. Echo. Lima. Delta. SHIELD!

And then you have the camera facing Roman standing there with a smug look on his face, whilst the cameras are scanning the crowd to find Seth and Dean walking through the Mania crowd. The camera follows them and they’re up on the big screen and the crowd is screaming and chanting YES!YES!YES! The announce team look completely confused because they have no idea what is going on, as it wasn’t planned for Seth and Dean to show up. Seth and Dean hop the barrier and refuse to step foot in the ring. The ref is conflicted over what to do and has to start the match for the show to run through its respective time slot. They don’t even have to interfere in the match, all they have to do is stand there, at the outside of the ring whilst Roman fights Cena.

Then at the end of the match, Seth and Dean walk into the ring and stand side by side with Roman. Roman goes and grabs a microphone for each of them and stands in the middle of the ring above Cena and he brings the mic up. “John.. John.. John. Look at what you’ve gotten yourself into.. You’ve thought for the past, 15 years that you owned the WWE, that you were the face of the company. That you were the best there is, the best there was and the best there ever will be. Little did you know Cena, you lost that title 5 years ago, when we stepped into the business. The Shield has ran the WWE since day one! Whether we were together or apart, it was still all about us. It was still about The Shield.” Roman then turns to Seth and pats him on the back.

Seth does his signature smirk,“Now, every single one of youse thought that we’d never reform and youse were right. Because The Shield has never left, when you thought we left, that I betrayed my brothers back in 2014 youse were wrong.

Dean then starts playing around with his microphone and does his signature mox smirk,“Now, we played you.We played everyone in the crowd, everyone at home and every. single. person. backstage. It was all our plan since day one.”

Seth laughs,“Dean and Roman, they knew that I would “betray” them.“ The crowd then goes dead silent in shock at the confession Seth just made.

Dean taps his fingers against his chest and looks at Seth and then Roman,“Y'know, there’s a reason I’m referred to as the lunatic fringe and the unstable one. There’s a reason why Seth is known as the architect and Roman as the big dog, theres no one in this business like us three,like the shield and we’re lethal when we’re together.”

Seth let’s out his loudest heel laugh, “It was all our plan, where’s the authority now? That’s right. They’ve been gone for a god damn year, because I single handedly destroyed them from the inside out.”

Roman brings the mic back up,“Seth got rid of the authority, I got rid of the undertaker and John Cena, two of the WWE’s biggest ass kissers. All whilst Ambrose here has been bringing in the belts, whose your grand slam champion?That’s right Dean. Whose your longest reigning us champ, oh yeah Ambrose.”

Dean smirks and brings the mic up,“The Shield has never left, whether we were on different shows we still had our plans and would be together, that’s the benefit of having a house in the dessert. And it’s all worked out, you guys love us and wanted us back and what can I say? We’re never leaving.”

Seth smirks and faces the runway whilst leaning up against the ropes,“ We don’t care how long you’ve been in this business, you can try and beat us but you won’t manage. We’ve ran this place since 2012 and we’ll run this place for the rest of its time.” Seth walks back to the centre of the ring and puts out his fist for Dean to shortly follow,Roman brings up his mic one last time before shouting into it,“You better believe that and BELIEVE IN THE SHIELD!” He drops the mic and fistbumps with Ambrose and Rollins all whilst the crowd is going insane over what has just happened.

Protective

Happy Smut Appreciation Day!

Summary: It all starts as a way to piss off Dean…

warnings: Cas x Reader, unprotected sex, grace!kink, oral sex (male receiving)

word count: ~2500


The four of you had just finished a hunt and decided to celebrate by going out to the local bar, have a few beers, and play some pool.

That was all well and good, until your two on two (you and Sam vs Dean and Castiel) game of pool had been interrupted by some blonde skank catching Dean’s eye.  You were now perched at a high top table, nursing a beer and seething.

So what?  You didn’t necessarily like Dean that way, but it still pissed you off when he ditched you and the boys for no good reason.  The feeling of jealousy and anger came from the fact that at the end of the day, these boys were yours. Dean, Sam, Cas – they were all you had, and you never wanted anyone to take that away from you.

Yeah, you could be a selfish bitch, but whatever.

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It’s An Older Sibling Thing

Characters: Dean Winchester x Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Friend!Reader

Length: 1469+ words

TW: Mentions of drug dealing, prostitution, and child abuse

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m posting this so late! I literally wrote this the night I signed up for the Challenge, but completely forgot about it ;; This is for @not-moose-one-shots 6K Writing Challenge! Congrats on 6000 followers, boo! And thank you for hosting the Challenge. This is my first time joining a Challenge, and I’m so glad I did it! 

11.  “He must pay well.”


A low growl erupted from your throat as the demon took your laptop from your backpack. Two days. It’s been two days since you were kidnapped, and tortured.

“You hunters think you’re so smart,” the demon taunted with a smirk. You looked over his shoulder, realizing that he was tracking Dean’s location. It was the same technique that every hunters used when you needed someone’s location- all you needed was their phone numbers. “We’ve picked up a few skills while being hunted.” He laughed with a wicked grin. “Now, c’mon. We’re gonna pay the Winchesters a little visit.” He raised his gun, and knocked your skull with the butt of it.

When you came to, you realized you were laying on a motel bed, the yellow lighting being too bright for your eyes. You groaned in pain, trying to assess your surroundings. The binds that were around your wrists and ankles were gone, and you felt the uncomfortable feeling of gauze and tape around your injuries.

“Easy, Y/N,” a voice rumbled from the other bed.

“Dean?” you called, turning your head to face him. His jaw tensed as you looked at him with confusion on your face. The motel room was a mess as if a hurricane went through it.

“That’s what happens when you lead a demon to our room,” he sniped, seeing you look around the room.

“What do you-”

“The demon you brought here.”

“Brought here?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/N.” Dean rolled his eyes. “We know you told him our location in exchange for your life.”

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“I’m sorry, Dean,” Cas extended out his hand. It wasn’t the first time Cas tried to return a gift when they fought. It’s not like they fought often, but sometimes the life got in the way like it had today, sending Dean packing to his room and Cas with nothing to do but go to apologize. It’s his fault, really. Dumbass should’ve answered his phone.

“It’s a gift. You keep those.” They’d done this before, but Dean wasn’t that pissed to ignore the fact that Cas was still in his room trying. He usually just waited around outside like a lost puppy.

Castiel shifted his feet, unsure of what to do. “I should’ve ––”

“Damn right you should’ve.” Dean looked at the angel in the eye, not daring to hide the anger and pain he felt. “You go dark like that right now? I thought the worst, man. The worst.” Dammit voice for breaking at the last word. He was not gonna get emotional.

For what it was worth, it seemed to stop Cas. “There is no excuse,” he moved to sit down on Dean’s bed. Dean tracked Castiel the entire time, his jaw clenched as he waited for Cas to continue. “I-I’m sorry, Dean. There is nothing I can say…”

If he didn’t look like a lost puppy then, man did he look that way now. Dean felt himself soften even though the anger was still there. He thought back to the entire year Cas has had, between Lucifer and losing Kelly and Dagon…

“It’s been a rough year for you. I mean I’m pissed, but I get it.” Dean shifted so that they were facing each other, knees knocking together. Castiel wouldn’t meet his eyes in the slightest, but if Dean was going to say what he was about to say it was probably better that way.

“Look,” he sighed before he moved to prod Castiel’s hand so that it opened up for him. “I called you god knows how many times. I thought Dagon had gotten to you or something or worse. Then when we found her and Kelly and there was no sign of you I thought something else must’ve gotten you. I never once thought you were ignoring us…” he felt that anger again, but he steeled himself. “But you can’t do that, okay? Just, not to me.”

Castiel squeezed Dean’s hand, grounding them both. “I need a win, Dean. I need to win one for you. For myself.”

“I get it man, but you’re not the only one throwing snake eyes here.” Dean moved to grab Castiel’s other hand, the movement causing for both their heads to  inadvertently move forward so that they were nearly touching foreheads. “You and me…” He almost added and Sam, but that was not the point right now. “Face it, we’re just better together. And we’ll get that win. Together.”

Castiel moved forward so that they foreheads touched fully, nothing more to be said. Dean knew if he said anything more he might ruin it, ruin what they have right now. 

“Together,” Castiel whispered. It was enough to calm Dean down fully.

They remained that way for a while before Sam called Dean back to the bunker. The hunter squeezed the angel’s hands once more before resting his lips on the angel’s forehead for one moment. When Sam called again twice is when Dean reluctantly moved and left Castiel in his room.

For his part, Castiel then spent the next ten minutes fighting with himself over what he was about to do. Dean would kill him, or worse, if he did what he was about to do, but if it was to keep those hands from hurting an innocent soul than Castiel would move Heaven and Hell for Dean. Dean was Castiel’s reason for living, even after the hell of a year he has had. He wasn’t going to let that soul be tarnished further with this burden. The choice had been made, even if Castiel’s being didn’t know if it was right.

With tears in his eyes, Castiel grabbed the colt and left his heart in Dean’s room.

Thick Thighs Save Lives Chapter Three- Dean x Plus Size Reader

“Dean Winchester wasn’t going to win the little challenge that had thrown down between the two of you.  He might think he was winning but you had your own tricks up your sleeve.”
Thick Thighs Save Lives Chapter Three
Words: 2040
Warnings: Some sexual language.  Some body issues talk. 
Summary:  You’re a hard to handle, sometimes fragile and hold him when he hurts kind of girl.  You have thick thighs and hips that won’t quit, but you’ve never felt beautiful until a certain hunter comes your way to help you save your hometown.  Dean Winchester finds himself falling for you and is determine to make you his.  If you will let him that is. 

AN: Thank you to @dragonchica​ for proofreading this!  Thanks you girl!  Thank you to everyone for the lovely feedback!  :)   Also I just realized that I had my anonymous asks turned off!  Sorry loves. 

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Originally posted by thejabberwock

Ah, you gonna take me home tonight
Ah, down beside that red firelight
Are you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin’ world go round
Queen- Fat Bottomed Girls.

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The plans you had of scoping out the werewolf compound had been postponed due to Janet Bazar.  Janet was the town busybody and had told you that Richard McMullen was actually visiting the little town of his birth, May Springs.  May Springs was even more of a one horse town then Burke and well, you didn’t understand why he thought picking off drunks in the woods was good practice for his new recutires. 

 Most people would be packing at the Christmas Day church services.  Burke was just too rural for people to depend on the law.  So they depended on each other and they most certainly depended on you.   You were the town hunter.  The only hunter and you often ventured into other little towns to help.  This was the life you had chosen to live.

Dean was looking quite pleased with the news that you would have to go tomorrow night.  He was eyeing you again and you shifted in your chair to avoid his stare.  It was getting late into the evening and you had spent most of the day telling Dean about hunting in Deep East Texas.  Most people around here kept the secrets of the supernatural to themselves, but most people in countryside towns knew.  They were more vulnerable to monsters than people that lived in the city limits.  They never spoke about it, but your name passed their lips more often than not.  

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The war room is quiet. Sam’s turned in for the night, but Dean and Cas are still awake, sharing the silence over a few beers.

Well, Dean’s doing the drinking. Cas is just sitting, his hands folded in his lap, but he seems content.

“What was it like?”

Cas looks over, brow furrowed in question. “What?”

Dean inclines his head, and Cas follows his gaze up to the clock high on the wall. It’s just turned past midnight. “I mean, we’re going on nine years now, and you’ve never talked about it. So, getting me out – what was it like?”

Cas looks at him a moment before shrugging. “It was a mission.”

“Yeah,” Dean says. “And?”

“It was extremely violent.”

“Go figure.”

Cas throws him a look. “We fought. Demons mostly, but other things too. I don’t know for how long; time in Hell is more… abstract than it is here.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Dean says. They lapse back into silence, Cas’ face now turned thoughtful. Eventually, Dean speaks up again. “Why you?”

“My garrison was the best equipped. We had the requisite military experience.”

“No, not your garrison.” Dean shakes his head. “Why you?”

Cas shrugs again. “I got there first.”

Dean huffs a disbelieving laugh. “What, just random chance? That’s it?”

“That’s not enough?”

That pulls Dean up short for a moment. “I don’t know, I guess just… after everything, everything that’s happened since, I figured there would’ve been more to it. Some cosmic plan or something.”

Cas tilts up the corner of his mouth. “When have we ever been ones for cosmic plans?”

“Alright, good point.” Dean chuckles slightly. “Just with you and me… it’s hard to chalk us up to random chance.”

Cas turns to look at him fully, his chair squeaking loudly in the quiet room. “I don’t. I think of it as free will.”

Dean nods, a slow smile inching across his face. “Free will. Yeah, alright, I can get behind that.”

Cas smiles back, his eyes soft. Dean holds his gaze a long moment, then he stands and moves over, his knees bumping into Cas’ chair. Then he leans down and kisses him gently. Cas smiles into the kiss, then reaches up to trace his fingers along Dean’s jaw.

Dean pulls away. “Thanks for saving me, Cas.”

“Yeah,” Cas says, locking their eyes. “You too.”

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The Derby

Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Werewolf!Reader

Summary: Sam finds himself in a sticky situation.

Word Count: 1700+

A/N: My twist on a/b/o dynamics. This is a companion piece to Moonlight (you should read that first).

Warnings: NSFW gif, jealously (reader), pregnant sex, unprotected sex, knotting, slight dom/sub, dirty talk


It’s a waitress at the dive bar where Dean insisted on having lunch that triggers Sam’s rut.

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