Do you think on the ride home Dean took off his flannel and made Cas put it on to replace his bloody shirt?
“I really am alright, Dean. You don’t need to sit back here
Dean ignores Castiel’s reassurances, just like he has been
ignoring them for the last fifteen minutes.
“Cork it, Cas! Mom’s drivin’, Sam’s shotgun, and I’m back
here with you, makin’ sure you’re really holdin’ it together. That’s just
the way it’s gonna be so stop tryin’ to fight me on it!”
Both Mary and Sam give each other wide-eyed looks, but stay
quiet—knowing that Dean is still processing everything that had happened back
in the barn. He’s still drowning in the feeling of being out of control, and it’s
driving him absolutely nuts.
“Here, Ma” Dean grunts, shoving the Impala’s keys at the
woman and then turning back to tend to his angel.
She swiftly nods and takes the keys before ushering her
other son around the far side of the car—and then, all at once, they climb in
to join Castiel, who has already been carefully placed in the backseat by Dean’s
“Does it hurt anywhere?” Dean asks—slightly calmer now but
his voice still has a rattle to it.
“No, Dean. I’m feeling fine—just
like I said before.”
“Well, you don’t look
fine. You’re kinda pale. Sam, doesn’t he look pale to you?”
Sam turns around and gives Cas a sympathetic look before
shrugging silently at his older brother, knowing that his opinion doesn’t
really matter right now anyway.
“Yeah, see—Sam thinks
so. You should lean back a bit.”
“These seats don’t recline, Dean.”
Dean frowns at him. “Then scoot down a little! Jesus, Cas …
I’m just tryin’ to make sure you’re okay!”
“I am okay … I
have already told you—”
“Scoot down, Castiel!” Mary grits firmly from the front of the car—glaring at
him through the rearview mirror, eyes flicking back and forth between the angel
and her eldest son.
He wants to protest again, but then Castiel nods, finally
understanding that the only one not
fine right now, is Dean, and doing what he asks—no matter how pointless it is,
will make him feel a little better … a little more useful. Cas scoots down in
Dean smiles, happy that his friend is finally listening to
him. “Alright then … better?”
Castiel stops himself from rolling his eyes. “Yes … better.”
The proud smirk that immediately graces Dean’s face seems to
trim away the tension in the car—until the moment that the folds of Cas’s coat
fall away, exposing the dirty, blood-stained white button up beneath. “Oh … shit,
man! That looks bad!” the man yelps as soon as he sees it.
Castiel squints and cocks his head to the side, finally following
Dean’s eyes down to where the usually clean looking garment, is now a tattered
mess strewn about his body. “Oh. Yes, well … I can just—” Cas begins, already
lifting his hand to will the mess away, but he stops mid motion—cutting the
magic short because the man beside him is starting to fidget in his seat. “Dean?
What are you …”
Dean teeters back and forth, wriggling from side to side in
the confined space until he finally manages to free one of his arms from the
black coat and plaid overshirt that he’s wearing.
“Hold on … almost …”
Dean soon rocks all the way over until his head is practically in Cas’s lap—but
he doesn’t seem to notice because he’s too focused on freeing his other hand. “There!”
he yelps victoriously, finally holding up the plaid shirt for everyone in the
car to see.
Sam nods and Mary holds back a chuckle, and Cas just
continues to stare at the man—confused and slightly annoyed by everything that
“Okay, Cas. Your
turn” Dean says after another moment, eventually turning happy eyes back on
“My turn?” Cas asks, feeling suddenly nervous about what he’s
expected to do.
“Yep” Dean chirps, looking Castiel up and down with a long
pull. “Strip and put this on.” He holds the flannel out towards him, but he
doesn’t hand it to the angel just yet, as if he’s planning on dressing him
himself … and at this point, Cas wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what Dean had
“Dean …” Castiel grumbles again, now—rolling his eyes for all to see. “You realize that I can fix
this, don’t you?”
Dean only grips the shirt tighter in his hand.
“I am an angel … I
have the power to—”
“Just put on the damn shirt!” All three Winchesters bark in
And that makes the angel finally throw up his hands in
defeat. “Alright!” he exclaims,
quickly sitting straight and leaning forward so that he can work his body free
from his coat. But before he can completely shimmy it off, Dean’s hands are on
him, fiddling with the buttons of Cas’s dirty white shirt. “Um … what are you
snaps, but his cheeks are turning red and his hands are starting to shake
against the angel’s chest.
Cas stares at him a moment, and then up to the front of the
car where Sam and Mary are vehemently avoiding eye contact with anything but
the road. So he turns back, just as Dean undoes the final button and pushes the
cloth aside, displaying every inch of Castiel’s unmarred skin.
The man then stills for some time—never looking away and
holding his breath until the second Castiel is finally able to speak.
“You see, Dean … I’m
Dean quirks up the side of his mouth, but his face quickly
falls flat again, while his eyes bounce away and back several times, seeming
torn as to where to look now.
After that, it only takes another minute for Cas to slip out
of the ruddy, old shirt and into Dean’s flannel—and for the first time since
they left the barn, Dean doesn’t interfere, nor do Mary and Sam act like
anything is happening just behind their heads. In fact, the frenzied tone of
their drive has seemed to mellow, and even Dean appears to have settled down;
although, his hands still twitch with the need for something to do … which
doesn’t go unnoticed by the angel at his side.
Castiel sighs, flicking his eyes down towards the soft plaid
that’s now draped over his own shoulders—the fabric is warm and smells like
Dean; so just as he begins to fasten the last two buttons, he purposely skips
one—so the thing is now bunching up across his stomach. “There” he confirms, drawing Dean’s focus back to the task at hand, and of course—Dean notices the mistake
“Ah—jeez, Cas …
you’re helpless, ya know that?” Dean mutters with a smile, reaching over eagerly
to straighten out the buttons and get them all in the right order.
But Castiel just smiles too, taking the moment to take in the
worried Winchester—his charge, his
family … a man that he loves—and he nods. “You’re
right. What would I do without you?”
Batman & Mcdonalds Makes for a Perfect Love Story by smack-that-assbutt “Hmm. Well, I suppose if you’re looking forward to a little more, we can always make a second date for next week,” Castiel’s eyes are bright and hopeful as he looks up to smile at Dean, who bites his lips and leans closer as Castiel speaks. Their hands brush on the hood of the Impala. “And then, hopefully,” he whispers, leaning in closer and letting his warm breaths tickle Dean’s neck, “a third date after that, and a fourth, and a fifth…”“Woah, Cas, you gonna start planning our wedding next?” — In which Dean and Castiel share their first date on Valentine’s Day, and Castiel has some strong opinions about The LEGO Batman Movie.
By Any Other Name by edgarallanrose “What?” Dean asked. “You just called Cas sweetheart,” Sam said, a grin spreading across his face. “No I –“ Dean looked at Cas, who nodded solemnly in confirmation. “Shit I – I didn’t mean to!” “What would we call that? A Freudian slip?” Sam asked, now openly snickering. Dean felt all his blood rush to his face. “Shut up, Sammy,” he mumbled. “Sorry, Cas.” “I really don’t –“ he began, then, thinking better of it, “it’s fine. You’re welcome, regardless.” Dean couldn’t look at him the rest of the day.
Speak Again, Bright Angel by edgarallanrose As Dean waited in line he glanced around. There were pink and red paper hearts dangling from the ceiling and taped to the windows. There was a little rack by the door displaying Teddy Bears with chocolate boxes attached to their arms. Dean frowned. He checked the date on his phone. “Shit,” he swore under his breath.
Don’t Call Her Sweetheart by dudewhatswiththeshorts | T, 6.2k Kelly Kline dies and the nephilim child has nowhere to go. Well, that’s not completely true. She could go to the bunker with the Winchesters. Dean’s not too keen on that idea, but Sam and Castiel don’t care. Nephilim or not, she’s still a baby and therefore needs a family. Luckily Dean finds his inner mother and learns to love the baby. Although his constant nurturing, well… it’s kind of interfering with his relationship with Cas. AKA a fic where Dean stops coming to bed so he can watch over a baby and also Cas gets jealous.
Do You Remember? by sixxstiel Dean recalls a few key moments in his and Cas’ relationship [warning: major character death]
First Impressions by oceanbluecas Meeting at the altar, two strangers are joined in marriage. Castiel didn’t expect the sweet smile, the bright eyes, or the fierce protective offer. He didn’t expect Dean.
Second Chancesby oceanbluecas Four days into their honeymoon, Castiel and Dean were absolutely miserable.
First Impressions by profound-boning So what if the customer was super pissed for no good reason? Dude was hot. Dean could appreciate that.
Grocery Store Valentine by crossroadsangelcastiel Dean and Castiel go grocery shopping. Valentine’s Day fluff ensues.
Hallmark Holidays by winvhesters it’s a certain couple’s first valentine’s day as a normal human people, and dean always likes to go all out with romantic gestures. castiel has a different opinion, about everything as far as the holiday goes. also, there’s a surprise! (it’s a good one i promise!)
Hello, Sweetheart by ripuptheending In which Dean and Castiel argue over blow jobs and Dean has a serious Han Solo fetish.
just to hear your voice by pomegranatedaffodil Captured by the British Men of Letters and cut off from his Grace, Castiel assumes that it won’t be long before Sam and Dean arrive to rescue him. But as the days pass with no sign of the Winchesters, he begins to realize that he will have to be the one to secure his own freedom, with his love for Dean to guide him home.
Left-handed Sweetheart by Hatsonhamburgers It’s Valentine’s Day at Lawrence High, and a Cas is salty about the whole thing. Until he gets a carnation from a secret admirer, that is. Will Cas find out who it is? Will he quit being bitter about love?? Will it be Dean Winchester??? Will there be hot sexual situations????All the answers to these questions (plus ones you didn’t even ask) and more!
The Life I Want by areiton It’s ordinary, the hunt and everything in the aftermath. It’s what they’ve done a thousand times—but it’s not all he wants.
Lyft Me, Sweetheart by taymeelove Castiel’s car broke again. He calls in a Lyft to bring him to work, who he got and what he got out of it was more than Castiel could have hoped for.
Nothing ever smells of roses by alxdiamond It’s going well, until it isn’t. Dean knows how addiction works, how addicts work, but he still somehow expects it to be different with Cas.
Of Coffee and Courtships by GeekPrincess This is the story of Dean and Castiel and falling in love; one coffee at a time.
Oh, Sweetheart by just-another-busy-fangirl Castiel is upset, and Dean has to figure out why.
Piece By Piece by DeadlyKittenKay There has been a death in the family. One that while doesn’t surprise, doesn’t hurt. How will Castiel come to terms with his conflicted heart?
Scarlet by fpwoper Castiel finds Dean in coma in a hospital. Will he be able to save his love?
still our hands match by teacass Castiel suspects Dean has been hunting alone more often now that both Castiel and Sam have left the bunker, but he rarely allows himself to think about that. There’s nothing he can do about it now — Dean had said as much, right to his face, the bitter ‘yeah, it’s over’ still ringing in his ears even months after that night.
Sugar and Salt by hautesauce Dean thoughtlessly calls Castiel a pet name one too many times. Two can play at that game. Salty!Cas and Oblivious!Dean star in the Deancas-Sweetheart Challenge!
Sweeten My Heart by breathingdestiel Cas is in love with his best friend who is straight and could never love him back. But why is Dean all of a sudden calling him sweetheart, sunshine, and other pet names? Is it possible that Cas’ love isn’t unrequited after all?
The Troubles by taymeelove In the little town of Haven, Maine, things are not what they seem. People can do things that shouldn’t be physically possible. This is the story of two of them.
There’s something about Misha by kitsunelovescas Dean spends his evening with his hot new neighbor, helping him replace the front door to his apartment and generally being a nice guy, but there’s just something weird going on with Castiel’s cat, Misha.
Untitled by caslikescoffeeandfreckles 1k, au, meet cute
What humans do for fun by noxsoulmate The best way to spend a day between hunts is relaxing – or with a snowball fight for the whole family.
Hi! If you're not too overrun by requests, could you make a name aesthetic for my girlfriend? Her name's Audrey and she's got freckles, thick red hair and an adorable nose. She's funny and mean, and really smart but also immature and oblivious sometimes. Even though she's mean she can be really loving and sweet. She's lustful and she loves coffee. She's into witchcraft and gardening and punk/classic rock. Thank you <3
Oh, she sounds badass! Hope this does your gal justice. 💋
Audrey. She is the rose bush beaten by storms that refuses to cease it’s blossoms. She is the match striking the paper and the rings of saturn. She is a hidden garden and hands gripping a waist with unmatched fervor. She is the tiger’s sneer and an angel’s kiss. She is Audrey- the flames born from Venus.
I have been complete and utter shit with reading and posting comments and likes and stuff so with that said, I wanted to post some love for some of my favorite writers, and recommend that people go read their stuff. Because it’s amazing stuff. And you should.
There was a distinct lack of tears when you were in the company of Sam Winchester. He usually took the brunt of anything that came your way, an absorptive surface for your worst emotions. His presence seemed to dull the lows and sharpen the highs, creating a joyful masterpiece out of your life experiences.
That wasn’t to say there weren’t ever tears, though. They appeared randomly, mostly at inopportune times, rudely interrupting pleasant moments. That was the life of a hunter. You could hold it together for only so long, no matter how strong you were, before it all came rushing out. It was only normal.
Sam wiped all those tears away, though, literally and figuratively. He took your face in his hands, brushing his thumbs under your eyes to clear them of the unwanted moisture. Then he would take you into his arms, providing you with a safe space to work out your emotions, while he whispered intimate complements to you.
You’re the bravest person I’ve ever met. You’re stronger than you know. You make my life better. I could never live without you.
By the time he had finished holding you close and encouraging you, your tears were dried up. And then he’d kiss you, red puffy eyes, sniffling nose and all.
Summary: Cas has problems adjusting to being human.
A/N: Ok, so this is some random ass fic that came about
because of @bkwrm523 and a cute
ass little thing. Cas freaking out over random shit, it’s just too cute. Not sure how cute this came out, but I’m hoping you like it!!
A/N: Turns out, I’m a writer still! Weird, right?
You strolled out of the 7/11 with two grocery bags full of mostly supplies and a fuck ton of beer.
You were on your way to your best friend’s house and you knew her and her boyfriend had recently broken up, so you figured she could use something to dull the pain.
As you neared your car you realized a tall man in a leather jacket was standing next to his classic chevy impala was arguing with another man behind your car. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to deal with two angry men right now.
“Don’t be a dick!” You heard one of the two interject. This one was almost unnaturally tall, so you tried your best not to seem intimidated once you were just a few feet away from them.
“Excuse me?” You said, your voice calm but strong. They both stopped immediately, their heads snapping to your direction. “I need to be somewhere, so uh… beat it.” You pieced together the sentence, taken aback by the two. They were incredibly handsome, both wearing flannel, and both looking like they had already been in a fight earlier that day due to cuts along their faces.
They exchanged a look of dread with each other, and that’s when you noticed it.
Three long, wide scratches along the bumper of your car. Your eyes widened, anger boiling inside you. “You hit my car?” You asked, your voice dangerously level.
“It was an accident and we’re very sorry, but we have somewhere we need to be too, so… could we discuss this later?” The taller one questioned hopefully.
“You hit my car!” You exclaimed, “I don’t care if you’re superheroes on your way to save the fucking world, I’m gonna rip your throats out!”
They looked a little taken back by your sudden outburst, looking at each other for an idea. “Like my brother said, we’re sorry. We really do need to be somewhere though, it’s… it’s very important.”
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose with your free hand. “Give me your phone numbers, I’ll call you tomorrow and we can sort this out.” You said, pulling up the contacts on your phone and handing it to the tallest man.
“Thank you so much.” He smiled sincerely as he took the phone, looking you in the eye. He typed away, apparently adding both of their numbers. He handed you the phone back and you glanced at the new contacts, curious of their names.
“Sam and Dean, huh?” You raised and eyebrow. Looking between them.
“That’s right.” The shorter one spoke up. “I’m Dean, and this is my little brother Sam.” He explained, gesturing to Sam.
“‘Little’?” You laughed, prompting Sam to laugh with you. You started walking towards your car, looking over your shoulder at the two. “I would say it was nice to meet you, but the circumstances were far from pleasant.” You smirked, climbing into your car.
So I realize I’ve sort of neglected this blog which I am so very sorry about. My personal life has been rocky lately so I’ve also found my self buried in Fantastic Beasts fanfiction; both writing it and reading it. Why? Cause I’m now hard core Fantastic Beasts trash. I haven’t even seen any of the new SPN D: it’s becoming a problem.
Anyway, I’m diving into my ask box to get to your lovely messages!
Playlist: I'm in love with u but u aren't over ur ex
The Other Woman - Lana Del Rey
The Less I Know the Better - Tame Impala
Self Control - Frank Ocean
Love - Lana Del Rey
Love is a Losing Game - Amy Winehouse
Winterbreak - Muna
Fallingforyou - The 1975
Lovesick - Peace
Fire Escape - Foster the People
If U Love Me Now - MUNA
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