my nine angels

Out of My Hands - Part Nine

Character: Castiel

Warning: Brief manhandling (good intentions)

Word Count: 1,460

Pairing: Castiel x Reader, Dean x Reader

Prologue - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six  - Part Seven - Part Eight

Summary: Heaven learns about the reader’s relationship with Dean, but before they can act, Castiel comes to her, begging her to end it.

Story

   Of course they already knew.

   One chance, that’s all he gets. One chance to convince (y/n) to leave Dean behind for good and to never ever see anyone else in a romantic fashion. Maybe she won’t listen to him, but at this point he’s frantic enough to force the decision upon her.

   He only hopes she’ll listen to reason.

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   When Sam and Dean finally leave your house, it feels weird. They’ve been around so long that it feels normal for them to be here, and when Dean announced that he and Sam were planning on checking out a hunt a few towns over, you felt a pang of disappointment. Of course, he tried to convince you to come with them, said that they could use your skills in kick-assery, but you declined. Since your house has become a place you can tolerate being, you don’t really want to leave it.

   Fifteen minutes after the brothers pull out of your driveway, you realize that it’s Dean who feels like home, not your house. It’s too late to go after him now; you wouldn’t want him to turn around and come all the way back just because you’re pining for him. Besides, the hunt isn’t that far away; he should be back in a week. You can call him too, maybe send a flirtatious text though you’d prefer hearing his voice. Your world won’t come crashing down before he gets back, of that you’re sure.

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So Much Younger Yesterday

(for my love @beifongheiress​!!! happy birthday, my angel!!!)

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Nine PM on a Thursday night and Zuko finds himself alone in front of an empty pond somewhere in town he’s not familiar with. He glances at his phone to find yet another well wishing message for his birthday - none of which he’s answered. 

 It’s not a bad day, necessarily. It’s been fine, actually. He woke up, the sun was out, he didn’t have to go into work, and Uncle had left a small batch of his favorite cupcakes on the counter for him as a quiet greeting. 

But the attention can be a little overwhelming, which might be why he’d felt the need to just wander away from his life for a little while. 

The thin grass at the bottom of the pond sways in the breeze that passes. It’s been so dry lately, with no sign of rain in sight. Zuko sticks his foot out and nudges a pebble until it rolls down into the bed of the pond.

“Hey.” 

The voice startles him. He looks over his shoulder, where a young woman stands on the side walk.

“Are you okay?” She asks.

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Do you want me to do nothing even though (s)he’s a threat to killed Madam? I’ll kill him.