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When you suddenly get dean feels even though you’re a hard core Sam!girl???

Lie about love - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Lie about love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader (slight, not really)

Warnings: Possessed Reader

Prompt: Reader gets possessed and tells Dean lies about reader&cas just to hurt him, but then cas comes and exorcises the demon and Dean thinks that what the demon said was true (bc of huggin etc) but then time skip reader tells the truth about her feelings?

“Do you think she’d ever have feelings for you? Dean Winchester?” she scoffed, spite in her voice but Dean couldn’t bring himself entirely to hate it because it was your face, it was your voice, it was your eyes- your everything that he actually loved. He couldn’t bring himself to be strong an face the monster because he was actually facing the woman he loved more than anything. She laughed. But it was not the same laugh that would usually make his heart skip a beat because unfortunately it was no longer you that laughed.

“Like hell” she scoffed “She’d rather kill herself than fall for you, much less get any closer as far as a relationship is concerned.” she said in a hiss “You’re one big damn flaw, Dean. Broken, in every possible way. You are a mess, a man with daddy issues, womanizer and an alcoholic. What would she ever want to do with you?” she scoffed and Dean swallowed down the lump in his throat.

He fought so hard to not let it show how much your words were getting to him.Because he knew it wasn’t yours words exactly it was her words because she was the one speaking. But in the very end she was inside you, she could see all of your thoughts and feelings. How could Dean be sure she was only lying to him?

“Shut up.” Dean growled, his hands not even flexing to throw the holly water at you like he would do with any other demon. He couldn’t bring himself to hurt you not even when it wasn’t actually you.

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Are You There, God? It’s Me, Dean Winchester - Part 1

Word Count: 2253

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language

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“Well, then tell me what else it could be!” You sat on the counter, shoving your face full of pizza watching Sam and Dean argue over the existence of angels.

“Look, all I know is I was not groped by an angel.” Dean grumbled, leaning against the counter with his hand on your knee. You looked back at Sam who was sitting in the far corner, waiting to hear what he had to say next, hoping they wouldn’t drag you into it just yet.

“Ok, look, Dean. Why do you think this Castiel would lie to you about it?” Sam asked.

“Maybe he’s some kind of demon.” Dean shrugged. “Demons lie.” You saw Bobby look up from his pile of books and start watching the three of you. He obviously had something to say but he was content to watch the argument unfold for now.

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belong. ao3. 12x03 coda. deancas

Castiel strides down the hall as quietly as possible, and when he finds the door he’s looking for he knocks twice before pushing his way in.

Dean’s sitting on the side of his bed, a beer bottle next to him that, to Castiel’s surprise, isn’t open.

“Is everything alright, Dean? I came as quickly as I could.” Castiel says, moving to stand near the edge of the bed. Dean finally looks up, his eyes bloodshot and tired, and shuffles over in his bed, dragging Castiel to lie down next to him. They lie in silence for a few moments, Dean taking one of Castiel’s hands in his own to smooth over the calloused skin.

“Dean?” Castiel asks, tentatively, breaking the man out of his thoughts. Dean sighs, letting go of Castiel’s hand and staring up at the ceiling.

“’M sorry. I shouldn’t of called. Make you come from what? Freakin’ Ohio?” Dean grumbles, his voice more gravelly than usual. 

“Don’t be sorry, Dean. I’ll always be here when you need me.” Even if sometimes you’re not there when I need you, Castiel thinks to himself. He sweeps the thought away as soon as it comes. “What happened?”

When Castiel looks back at Dean, the other man’s staring at him, a strange look in his eye. Suddenly, Dean huffs. “I don’t know actually. One minute Mum seemed to be settling in, the next minute she’s hightailing right out of here. She said she just needs time for herself or something like that.”

“Oh.” Remnants of the conversation he’d had with Mary earlier popping up in his mind.

“What’s that look for?” Dean replies, his eyes seemingly searching for something within Castiel’s own. 

“It’s just that the last time I spoke to Mary, she asked me about how long it took for me to feel like I belonged here. With you and Sam.” Dean looks away, letting out a big breath and running a hand through his hair. “Dean, it may be hard for you to understand but she did just came back from the dead. And like I told her, it can be jarring. I’m sure she just needs time to gather herself.” 

Dean doesn’t respond but Castiel can see that he’s running everything over in his mind, making it seem far to complicated than it should be. The silence goes on for a few minutes before Dean speaks again. “When you talked to her, was this the night before you left to track down Lucifer?”

Castiel nods. “Yes.” A small smile pulls at the corner of Dean’s lips. 

“I knew I heard you leave. I thought you liked watching over me?” Dean says, turning on his side and taking back Castiel’s hand in one of his own. Castiel can’t help himself, he smiles too.

“You know I do.”

“So what’d you say?” 

Castiel’s eyebrows pinch together. “What do you mean?” 

“When my Mum asked you how long it took for you to feel like you belonged. What’d you say to her?”

Castiel’s smile falters and he turns his eyes away to focus on the wall over Dean’s shoulder. He suddenly feels very small and all he can feel is the way Dean’s eyes seem to bore into him.

Dean squeezes his hand lightly. “C’mon, Cas. You can tell me.” 

Castiel swallows and hesitates a moment before regaining himself and meeting Dean’s eyes again. “I told her that I don’t really remember when it happened…but that somewhere along the way it did.” Castiel lies and Dean doesn’t seem very convinced but after a moment or two he leans forward and kisses Castiel gently on the lips. 

“Good,” Dean whispers when he pulls away, “because you do belong here.” Dean eyes him for a second and Castiel realises quickly that he’s waiting for a response.

“I know.” Castiel lies, again. Dean gives him another strange look before nodding and pulling the sheets out from underneath them. 

Castiel immediately toes his shoes off and rids himself of his trench coat and suit jacket, as he has been taught to when he’s in Dean’s bed and by the time the light’s are off and he’s settled under the covers, Dean is already curled up against his side, an arm flung over his chest, a leg tangled in between his own and his nose nuzzling in against the stubble of Castiel’s neck.

“You’re gonna be here when I wake up right?” Dean whispers, into the dark and it sounds strangely like a plea.

“Of course.”

The reply he gets is a chaste kiss at the bolt of his jaw and Dean snuggling impossibly closer to him. 

Castiel smiles.

He knows deep down that there will come a day, somewhere along the track, where they won’t need him. Where Dean won’t need him. And it hurts him more than it should. But for now Dean is here, his hair tickling the side of Castiel’s jaw and his warm breath evening out against Castiel’s skin.

And for now, as short lived as it may be, he belongs.

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But if you asked me if I loved him

I’d lie

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