Warnings: Contains mentions of danger/violence (hunts), blood, kidnapping, harm to reader and characters, light cursing, angst, and peril.
Word Count: Average of 2,200-2,400 per installment, 33,779 as of the fourteenth installment.
Summary: The reader, Castiel’s soul mate, is the only human able to see his magnificent wings. As their relationship grows, they find themselves threatened by the forces of Heaven, who are desperate to see them torn apart before their relationship can produce risks to their way of life.
Note: The series is still under construction, and new installments are posted when the most recent has reached or grown near to 200 notes. I will be accepting requests for future installments after the fifteenth is posted.
Here we are, week 21*! There are so many wonderful fics and writers out there that deserve some love, and this is what that is for. Go check them out, leave a like or reblog, but show ‘em some appreciation. They’ve earned it.
If you have any fics of your own or know of one you want to share, please tag me in them! I’ll love to read them. You’ll know that I’ve read it or gotten your tag if I like it. (:
PSA: I will not be adding fics onto the list that are pure smut. If it is hinted at, then that it is okay, and if it is in a series works I will just skip that chapter.
*So, so sorry it’s late! Because of this, there are a ton of more fics than usual so the commentary is nonexistent.
Pairing: Castiel x reader
Warnings: smut, an argument, unprotected sex, fluff kind of???
A/N: it might come out weird because I’m on mobile, but this is my first smut and I really hope you all enjoy it :)
You sat at the small table at the far right of the bar with a trio of you most valued and favorite people in the world: Dean—the flirtatious, sarcastic, seemingly gorgeous hunter, his brother Sam—equally gorgeous, yet significantly taller hunter, and Castiel—the seraph, who was just as pretty as the two hunters before her, just less witty and double the awkward.
You knew the boys well and had for several years, you knew them well enough that they found it necessary to take you out for your birthday; which was today, the big two-six. Of course, you tried to ignore the day as modestly as they allowed, but they—mostly Dean—had insisted on going out to a bar in town. So, here you all were, celebrating your birthday. Of course, you loathed this occasion. You didn’t see the need to celebrate a birthday; being a hunter there was a very large chance you were going to die significantly earlier than most people.
You were more likely to have your guts ripped out at 30 than you were to die peacefully at 80, and you were content with it. Your birthday however just reminded you how closer you were to dying.
Dean raised his beer in the air, “To Y/N.” He said, grinning cheekily at the group. You all followed his manner, but of course you couldn’t help but blurt your blatant sarcasm regarding your birthday.
“Yay!” You cheered falsely, “One more year closer to dying!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Sam chuckled, “Just take the free drinks.”
“Oh, whatever!” you huffed. “Dean don’t act like this wasn’t just an excuse to go to a bar, and Sam don’t encourage him.”
You rolled your eyes playfully and gazed at Castiel, you had been sitting silently this whole time. He was staring off in the opposite direction towards a women at the other side of the bar, which resembled the complete opposite of you. You felt a pang of jealousy in your chest as you scoffed turning your head.
You and Cas had a certain… thing… you weren’t together in any way or form, but you all still had a bundle of feelings for him deep down and he knew that. You two drove each other absolutely crazy and not in a good way, you were both stubborn and you both irritated the shit out of one another. It barely worked being friends, let alone being in a romantic relationship. You two had exchanged kisses and quarrels, shameless flirting and gestures, but it truly never exceeded that; he always insisted on staying platonically involved and you agreed, mostly.
Little did you know he had the same feelings you did, kind of. Being an angel made it harder to compose the same emotion, but he knew that he did feel something for you. He knew that it would be better staying friends, seeing as how he had been Heaven’s most wanted angel for years, it wasn’t safe for you. He already put you at risk by the two of you being involved. He was providing you safety.
At least it was what he told himself.
A lot of why he wanted to be your friend was associated with shame; he knew he wouldn’t be able to give you the things a human man could give you. A family, a home, a life—a safe life. Castiel hated that he couldn’t, but there was nothing he could do.
You felt extremely jealous that he was looking at some random girl, especially on your birthday, but you refused to let it bother you. He wasn’t yours and you weren’t his, so you really had no say in who he looked at. You decided it was best to ignore it and enjoy the night with the boys, after all there was free drinks involved.
The night carried on as you thought it would, there were corny jokes and stories told by all of you and you were actually having fun, even if Castiel had ruffled your feathers you still enjoyed it when he joined into the conversation with you and the boys. The four of you exchanged jokes and stories, the night was going rather swimmingly.
You weren’t hammered, but you were tipsy which you expected, being the light weight you were. You giggled and laughed uncontrollably as you looked around the room. You idly looked at the bar and a certain man caught your attention, he was looking at you just like you had at him. He smirked lightly at you but turned his attention back to the space in front of him.
He was cute, you thought.
He had a medium build and broad shoulders, dark hair and eyes. His facial structure was beautifully sculpted and his lips and eyes slightly captivated you. He was handsome and he intrigued you, but despite all that, he wasn’t Cas.
And to you, that had been his biggest flaw and the thing that made you stay in your seat.
“Why don’t you go to him?” Sam inquired indicating that he knew you were totally checking the guy out. You just scoffed in response.
“I’m not drunk enough yet.”
Dean piped up then, “I can fix that,”
You chuckled, “Nah, I’m not feeling the birthday-lay this year.”
You noticed Castiel tense up at this conversation, looking back at who you and the Winchesters were referring too. An idea brewed in your head then.
“Actually,” you started, “Maybe I am.”
You picked up a shot bringing it to your lips as you tossed your head back while drinking it. You wiped the remaining alcohol off your lips while grimacing at the burn and stood, “I’m gonna get my kicks while I still can. Wish me luck, boys.”
Dean grinned innocently and patted your shoulder. “Go get ‘em, tiger.”
Sam just looked amused as you trotted over to the bar, your hair bouncing as you walked.
Castiel however found this situation rather upsetting. He hated the idea of you going over to a strange man in a bar. In fact, he didn’t like the idea of you going over to any man anywhere. He brought the beer to his lips as he watched you strode over to the man, his anger rises to his chest. He wondered if it was jealousy, could angels feel jealousy? Was that possible?
You planted yourself on a bar stool next to the stranger and leaned close, “So you’re the man you sends strange women glances at bars.”
The stranger shrugged, “Not a crime to look,” he smirked at you, “I was actually considering sending you a drink, but your boyfriend over there gave me the signal that it wouldn’t be wise.”
“Boyfriend?” you scoffed looking over your shoulder toward your group. Castiel was sending daggers in yours and the stranger’s direction. “If you’re referring to trench coat over there, we’re not together and I’d love a drink.”
The stranger smirked, proceeding to get you a drink and asked your name. You told him and he exchanged that his name was James. Knowing Castiel was listening to every word exchanged amongst you two, you played the part of a perfectly flirtatious minx the whole time.
And you were right, Castiel listened to every word and cringed at every snarky or flirtation that passed back and fourth. When he saw the man whose name had to revealed to be James scoot closer and wrap a lengthy arm around you, Castiel nearly lost his cool but kept his composure as he realized you didn’t enjoy the gesture. Castiel knew you better than you thought and he knew you hated being touched like that, especially by a stranger.
As he watched across the room, you drank away with the stranger and talked. Much to your surprise, your plan was working, Castiel was angry and jealous just like you wanted.
Castiel glared angrily as James leaned into your ear and began to whisper, which he heard, “Why don’t we get out of here?”
That was it, Castiel stood and stormed toward the two of you. “Y/N,” he growled before lying, “We’re leaving.”
You, being as tipsy as you were, denied, “No.” you whined, “I want to stay h-here.”
“You’re too intoxicated.” Castiel said.
You just snarled, “Whatever, bye, James.”
You slid off the bar stool and walked a fast pace back to the table with the brothers, who both had puzzled looks. “L-let’s go,” you stammered.
“Well, do you want to leave?” Sam asked.
“Yes,” you glowered, “Nerd Angel ruined everything.”
Castiel was at your side, “I’m going to get her back to the motel, she’s had enough.”
“Alright,” Dean said, “Are you going—”
Dean was cut off as you and Castiel vanished from sight, the fluttering of wings sounding the air. Dean raised his eyebrows, “ To wait for us.” he finished as he took a sip of his beer, “We gotta teach him how to say good bye.”
Back in the motel room, you sat on the bed, waiting for the sparks to fly. “You’re infuriating!” Castiel shouted, “You say you contain emotion for me, but then blatantly flirt with a stranger.”
You rolled your eyes walking from him, “Whatever, Cassie, you’re the one who said you didn’t want anything romantic with me.”
He sighed angrily, “That doesn’t mean I still don’t feel for you romantically.”
You scoffed, “You blatantly looked at another girl, don’t act innocent.”
“And?” he questioned.
This, along with the substantial amount or alcohol in your system, only fueled your anger, “Like I said,” you rasped as you got in his face while continuing in a growl, “You’re the one who doesn’t want to be with me.”
Acid dripped from your tone and you stood your ground while he towered over you, keeping silent. A million thoughts raced in your head as your breathing quicken from being so close to the one man you felt so much emotion for these past few years.
Castiel only looked down at you with piercing blue eyes. In an instant he cupped your face between hands and pulled your lips together and like so many times before you both felt that familiar jolt of energy run through your bodies.
You lifted on your tippy toes as high as you could, trying to make it easier for him. Eventually Castiel became frustrated with your shortness and leaned down to cup the back of your thighs, lifting you up and having your legs wrap around his waist. He turned around and put you against the door to your motel room, your bodies were pressed firmly against each other as your lips moved in sync. You felt a small pool of arousal between your legs as he presses up against you as well and you pushed up against his lower area; this action erupted a low groan to slip from the back of his lips. He slowly began to grind against your lower half causing a heavenly friction—no pun intended—between the two of you.
Castiel pulled his mouth away and made it to your neck, peppering kisses along your throat and continuing his action with his, “Ive always wanted you, Y/N,” he whispered hungrily he continued to land tiny, wet kisses at the base. He pulled back, shaking his head, “No.”
You groaned as all actions came to a halt, “What now?”
“You’re drunk, Y/N.” He shook his head. “I can’t take you like this, it’s not right.”
You cupped his face as you grinded against him once more, “Cas, I’m sober enough to know what I’m doing.”
You felt him grow hard with your movements and it only made you want this more. He let out a low moan before reconnecting his lips to your neck, but this time it was hesitant. “It’s okay, Castiel. I wouldn’t tell you it was if it wasn’t.”
His hands snaked around your waist as he moved you to the bed, your back landed on the mattress swiftly as he slipped his trench coat and suit jacket off. He kissed you again with flaming passion, as he slightly cold hands found their way to your sides and he began to lovingly rub them. You jumped at the coldness, but didn’t object because you kind of liked it. Castiel’s hands found the him of the shirt and he pulled back and stared at you as he began to slowly lift it. You leaned a little off the bed so that your shirt would come off easier, afterwards you began on your bra, unclasping it and tossing it to the side. Your hands finding the buttons of his dress shirt.
While you worked on his shirt, Castiel worked on the buttons of your jeans. He unfastened and unzipped them, pulling them down your legs with ease. You slid his shirt and tie off and marveled at the beautifully sculpted vessel.
Castiel marveled at you as well as you laid there in nothing but a pair of light blue lace underwear. Your hair cascades down your shoulders with ease as your eyes sparkled with eagerness at him. He barely noticed you working at the buttons on his pants while he towered over you, admiring every detail he could possibly find. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
You gazed at him while yanking his pants down impatiently. Still standing he leaned down and pushed your panties aside, placed his fingers at your entrance while sliding in and you gasped at the contact. He slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of you while pumping his fingers in you at an excruciatingly slow and pleasuring pace. Your head fell back and you let out a moan when you felt his hot breath on the bundle of nerves above your entrance, his tongue found its way to your clit with his fingers still moved inside you.
His tongue swirled gently on your core while your fingers found his hair and you writhed above him. His eyes found yours before slowly closing as if he was savoring the taste of you. “Castiel,” you moaned.
This act in dialogue caused a sensual growl to come from him and he quickened the pace with his fingers and mouth.
You fell back on the bed, savoring every feeling. Your back arched and a moan escaped as he began to rub your clit with his thumb and stood up from between your thighs. You looked up at him, sitting back up as his hard member stood erect. You grasped his length in your hand and began to move back and forth, but he stopped you, placing a large hand on yours. “No,” he said, “Tonight’s about you.”
In response you pulled his lips to yours, laying back on the bed. You felt him as your entrance and sighed in pleasure. “Please, Cas,” you said pulling back. “Make love to me.”
He nodded, while sliding in and filling to the hilt. You gasped in response and he leaned down while pumping into you, placing kisses anywhere he could think to leave them. His pace quickened and his moans deepened as you wrapped your legs around his waist once more and you lifted yourself higher, allowing Castiel to go deeper. You shut your eyes in bliss as you felt every inch of him.
But you wanted to do more, much more.
You flipped the both of you over, putting you on top. You moaned at the deepness of this position and began moving as fast as you could. Up and down, up and down, up and down… Ugh, the feeling of this was amazing to you. You loved riding him.
You watched him as he watched you, his face twisting in pleasure while he watched you bounce on him. Your eyes fell shut in pleasure, before they snapped back open to the feeling of a hand gripping your hair tightly and tugging.
Castiel gripped your hip with his other hand roughly, his nails digging into your skin. “No, I want you to look at me.”
You moaned at this, him telling you what to do was euphoric, to say the least. You continued to move on top of him, fighting to keep your eyes open. Your clit began to lightly grind on his pelvic bone and you felt yourself building in the pit of your stomach. You kept your pace no matter how distracted you were by the intense pleasure you were gaining from all this.
Castiel sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around your back as you rode him and started thrusting upwards to meet your grinds. He started another assault of kisses and licks on your collar bone and it was helping the pending occurrence of the orgasm.
He tugged on your ear lobe lightly before rasping, “Fuck,”
You went faster, eager to pleasure him and cease your orgasm. The rain pounded hard on the roof above you, but neither you nor Castiel seemed to care. He thrusted upward at the same time a strike of lightening appeared on the outside of the motel window and you nearly lost it there, “Oh my god,” you rasped, “I-I'm—”
You were cut off the the feeling of his lips on your collar bone as an body shaking orgasm washed over you, you stilled but he fastened his pace at the feeling of you clenching around him. He soon followed your course after roughly pulling out of you and squirting himself all over the rug behind you; which surprised you because you had completely forgot that you didn’t wrap it up and mentally thanked god that he caught on.
He fell back on the bed, staring at you. Breathing heavily you said, “I need to make you jealous more often, huh?”
He grinned slyly, “Maybe.” He leaned up, capturing your lips with his.
Request: Can you write an imagine where the reader is sort of an adopted sister, but not actually related to the winchesters, and she is secretly a supernatural creature (my preference would be siren but it’s totally up to you) and they only find out when she comes on a case and something happens that should have hurt her but it doesn’t because she’s supernatural. Thanks and I really like your writing! - Anonymous
Characters: Sam + Dean W. x sister!reader.
[Angst, A bit of blood (not too graphic), Anxiousness]
A/N: So, I changed the creature to a kitsune, sorry! It’s just that I started writing this while taking a short break from my algebra homework, and I just thought I’d look up siren later once I had more time to write. But then when I did, it didn’t really correspond to what I’d already written. And also, as in the request, something happens to the reader that should have hurt her, which makes me think that it would be good if whatever creature she is, had some sort of, you know, super strength or healing powers or something like that — and sirens didn’t have anything like that, they just had telepathy, shapeshifting and some sort of venom that makes people fall in love with them. Again, sorry, and I hope it turned out okay even though I changed it <3
Well, okay, you have been feeling bad for a long time. Years, even. Guilty, incredibly guilty, but very scared too. Terrified. You had been feeling anxious and stressed, and all this time you’ve had to hide it. Because what you were scared about was them finding out. And, well, meanwhile, you’ve felt terribly guilty about them not knowing. So, to sum it up, you’ve been in quite the dilemma for years. And you’ve felt so trapped.
Warnings: blood, swearing, really bad emergency first aid knowledge on my part
Word Count: 600
A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve written anything but I saw this one and thought I’d give it a shot. So, fair warning, because I’m super rusty and I don’t know anything about stitching up wounds or anything related to major flesh wounds.
“Shiiiit,” you groaned, grabbing at the gaping wound on your leg. That damn wendigo had gotten you good. You looked down at your leg, blood pouring between your hands. “Well that’s gonna leave a scar.”
You heard Sam and Dean shouting back and forth at each other in the distance, followed by a bang that you hoped to god was the wendigo going up in flames. You needed out of here.
Dean had his suspicions about Brooke that started to creep in around the time that she turned two. He had walked in one Saturday morning after a hunt to see her sitting on the floor. When she turned and smiled at him, with her shaggy brown hair and big hazel eyes, and it was like looking at Sammy all over again. He told himself that it was because she was a Winchester. Brooke was his little girl, so he shook it off, and moved on.
“Daddy!” She got up and ran into his arms, excited to have him home.
His heart melted as he lifted her up. “Morning, princess. What’re we watching?” Dean asked, moving to sit on the couch with her.
“Cartoons.” She giggled, saying it like it was the silliest question she had ever been asked.
Summary: Inspired by this imagine. The reader is Bobby’s niece, who returns to Bobby’s looking for answers about a particular hunt. The boys are there, and they offer to help. The reader ends up hunting with them full time, and develops feelings for Sam. While on a case in Montana, they’re faced with the question of who has to share a bed. Panic ensues.
Word Count: 4,762 (I tried to keep it short but it didn’t work out)
Warnings: Very fluffy fluff, sarcasm, occasional swearing
A/N: First time attempting to write sappy sweet fluff. Special thanks to @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname for encouragement and feedback. Italics are reader’s thoughts. Tags at the end. Thanks so much for reading, and as always, feedback is welcome and appreciated :).
The crunch of your boots in
the gravel as you hobbled back to your car was akin to the sound of nails on a
chalkboard. Nursing the injuries to both your body and your pride, you stumbled
into your car and slammed the door, cursing every god you could recall the name
of for your rotten luck. This about damn
figures. The one time I think I’ve got it in the bag. The one time I went in
thinking I knew absolutely everything. The one hunt I’ve been on that I’d call
routine. Stupid, stupid, stupid. This is what you get for being cocky.
a frustrated smack to the steering wheel, you shoved your keys into the
ignition, starting your car. You knew where you had to head, and it quite
frankly didn’t thrill you.
Relationships: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader(Friendship)
Prompt: “Princess says what?”
A/N: Okay first of all thank you to Ana for letting me write a story. I’m a huge fan of your work and I hope you like this. I was aiming for fluff but somehow this angsty thing came out.
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Implied Smut, Jealous!Dean, Potential Triggers (Aftermath of implied smut although consensual hints at borderline violent encounter.) Protective!Sam, Protective!Dean
Another successful hunt and another back water bar that the Winchesters had dragged you to in order to celebrate a job well done. Celebrating usually meant hustling the locals for money and pick up a girl for the evening. Well in your case tonight you sought out a gentleman, which is why the man in the cowboy hat next to you ordered you another drink and conveniently let his hand rest on your upper thigh where his thumb began rubbing little circles in its wake.
“You getting a little brave cowboy,” you smirked taking the shot he ordered in one gulp. “I’m going to need a few more before any of that.”
Pairing : Winchesters x Sister!Reader. Word count : 1,341 Author : Mel Warnings Across parts : Incest, Non-con elements, cheating. IF THESE BOTHER YOU DO NOT READ. I don’t want to listen to you bitch. A/N :
Please DO NOT ask me to write more of these topics. (Incest/wincest or non-con). More will only be written if ideas hit me, this is way out of my comfort zone. Thank you for respecting that. If you want to be tagged, please ask.
You were sitting in the bar with your brothers. Sam next to you, and Dean across from you. “Dean?”
“Yeah?” He looked back at you.
“Just go fuck her.”
He chuckled. “Like I told her, sweetheart. I’m busy tonight.” He grinned. “I’ve got a little sister to take care of. He says one thing wrong, I deck him.”
You rolled your eyes. You might have only been there half an hour, but Dean had women fawning over him the second he was in the door. Sam had a girl or two eyeing him as well. “Both of you, just go flirt or something. If one more girl glares at me like that for being here with you, I’ll start decking people.”