It’s Halloween, Man

Originally posted by sugarfaeriemagic

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 864

Summary: The reader convinces Dean to go along with her couples costume idea. He doesn’t realize what he agreed to…until it’s too late

“Pleaseeee, babe.” You say kissing Dean’s neck.

“Y/N…I know what you’re doing and it’s not gonna work this time.”

Yes it will.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say innocently while you straddle him.

“You realize what you’re asking me to do, right? Like…it’s ridiculous!” Dean says dramatically.

You lean in to kiss him and whisper in his ear, “I’ll let you do that thing you like…”

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“Dean Winchester.”

“Castiel Novak,” Castiel introduces himself in return, firmly shaking the hand he has been offered, “As my boss has probably already informed you, I will be your new bodyguard.”

“Will you?” Dean questions as he raises an eyebrow, unimpressed in a way that speaks of many years of experience with new bodyguards. Not that Castiel looks particularly unpromising – there have been many who have made a worse first impression, looking as though they were only in it for the money or the prestige of being able to call Dean Winchester their employee –, but also not particularly promising. Truthfully, he almost seems to have walked right out of a fashion photo shoot or some old-timey mafia movie, what with the snugly fitting suit and the tousled hair, but not a well-renowned personal protector agency.

Still, he will have to do for now. Dean is about to go on a campaign that will lead him through many events and meetings that have been set up to promote familiarity and intimacy with his possible voters, meaning that he will have to get up close and personal with them. Having more than one bodyguard – or one who looks more like one and less like Novak – with him would interfere with the whole ‘I’m one of you, vote for me’ vibe he’s striving for, and it’s not like there’s any time left to choose another guard for himself. Not with his campaign starting tomorrow.

Castiel does nothing more than quirk one corner of his mouth at Dean’s pointed question and tilt his head to the side just so. “Unless you have any objections.” There’s not even a challenge in his words or eyes, just calm reassurance and a frankly impressive ‘I don’t give a fuck either way’ attitude.

It drives a small shiver down Dean’s spine, one that’s not entirely unpleasant, and has him sigh in resignation.

“No,” he waves him off, although he already feels himself regretting his decision,“none.”

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I love you, Castiel

Blame this on @willowing-love & her angst. Tags below the cut.

I love you, Castiel

The angel took his eyes away from the surveillance photo Hannah was showing him, because he heard your voice speaking to him. His blue eyes squint, trying hard to concentrate hoping to hear your voice again. You did not sound distress, he wondered if you were sleeping and subconsciously calling to him, like you frequently did.


This time it was not your voice speaking to him, it was Dean’s. His voice was cracked and desperate.

Castiel quickly vanished from heaven, navigating through his mind, pinpointing Dean’s exact location. Within a second he was standing in an old warehouse, darkness filled the entire place.

“Cas!” Dean yelled from a room off to the left of him. Castiel ran to into the room, his eyes quickly went to Sam, who was standing in the middle of the room, head hung low. The angel peered past the tall man, his brows furrowed with anxiousness. He saw a pair of legs resting on the ground and black boots he recognized right away. His heart sank low, as he rushed toward the center of the room, pushing Sam out of the way.

It was you. Laying still, head resting on Dean’s lap. Castiel did not have to move any closer to know, he could feel it in his heart. You were gone. But the angel couldn’t see you, refused to. All he saw was Dean, looking defeated and guilty.

“Get up, Dean.” The angel commanded in a voice that even shook Sam. Dean knew what was coming, so he gently laid your head on the ground, brushing the hair from your face. He was standing only for a moment, when Castiel gripped him by the throat pushing him against the nearest wall.

“Why was she here,’ the angel growled, his fingers sinking into Dean’s skin, “She was not suppose to be here!”

“Cas!” Sam yelled, trying to pull him off Dean, but Castiel pushed him back with full angel force. Sam stumbled backwards before ripping the angel from Dean, who grasped for air. Castiel grumbled in Enochian, landing a fist on Sam’s face, who backs into a wall.

“Jesus, Cas!” Dean turned the angel around, trying to get him to relax, but the angel was not having it. His emotions were in full force and he needed to let go. Dean tried to grab ahold of the angel’s shoulder, but Cas landed a punch to Dean’s nose. He’s shocked at first, then Dean becomes angry, he cared about you too. He pushed the angel back and managed to slam his fist into Castiel’s nose. It’s then when all three men have blood on their faces, the room falls silent in pure defeat. Until the angel finally brings his eyes to your lifeless body and a feral feeling roars up Castiel’s throat.

“Dean!” Castiel screamed, “She was with child!”

The room fell silent as the angel’s words echoed in the air.Sam gulped hard, his hand moved to Castiel’s shoulder. Dean’s eyes filled with tears and the angel watched as one slips down the hunter’s face.

“With my child, Dean,” Castiel’s voice broke out in a whisper, his hands fell to his side.

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Request for: @diesintheshower

Pairing: Reader x TFW

Word Count: 343


“Cas-” You walked into the bathroom and froze in place. The Angel that always seemed so strong was sitting on the floor with a razor in his hand and blood dripping down his arm. Cas looked up, trying his best to hide the tears.

“Y/N.” Cas sighed, unsure of how to answer.

You knelt down on the floor next to him and carefully took the razor out of his hands before wrapping your arms around him.

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered quietly. “Cas, please… please don’t do it again.”

“What’s going on in here?” Dean poked his head through, narrowing his eyes at the deep, red blood on the white floor. “Sammy, get the first aid kit!”

Dean grabbed a towel off of the rack and pressed it against Castiel’s wrists, trying to stop the bleeding. Cas held onto your hand tight, and you gave him a reassuring squeeze as Sam came in with the first aid kit. Dean carefully applied bandages to Castiel’s wrists before taking a single step back.

Before the angel could say anything, Dean threw his arms around Cas, hugging him tightly. “This is the only time I’ll allow a chick flick moment.”

“I am sorry that you had to see this.” Cas said, talking slowly and pronouncing each word clearly.

“Don’t be sorry, Cas.” Sam told him, sitting on his left side. “Just, next time you feel like hurting yourself please come to us.”

“I did not want to be a burden.” Cas sighed, “The three of you have so much going on and I didn’t want to add something else to it.”

“You’re the most important thing in our lives.” You told Castiel, meaning every word. “There’s no way we could survive without you.”

“There’s no way we would want to survive without you.” Dean quickly added.

“You’re part of our family, Cas.” Sam smiled. “We’re always here for you.”

Cas smiled, looking at the people around him. As long as you, Dean, and Sam were by his side, Cas knew that everything would be alright.



Could you do an imagine where the reader is sent to the future with Dean, and endverse!Cas is both sad and happy to see her because he is/was her guardian angel and the endverse version of her died protecting him? 

Requested by Anon~

You didn’t recognize Cas at first. He was wearing such different clothing than what you were used to. His hair was all out of whack, along with thicker facial hair. But it was his demeanor that was the most out of character; loose and languid, almost uncaring of the world around him.

And when he saw you, your guardian angel had this look on his face that nearly broke your heart. Happiness and joy, but also pain. Sadness. Guilt. You’ve seen it before, but never this potent. “Hey, Cas.” You breathed out. “It’s good to see a friendly face around her-”

The angel then crushed you in a hug, ignoring the fact that Dean was right beside you. You grunted in surprise, but managed to hug the angel in return. When he pulled away, Cas only glanced up to you once before lowering his eyes down. “It’s very good to see you again, Y/N.” He said in a low voice. “I thought I’d never get the opportunity to.”

When your eyes widened just a bit, Cas shook his head and took a few steps away. But the Dean spoke up; “what the hell does that mean, Cas?”

The angel was quiet for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. “You died. A few years ago. And I failed as your guardian angel to save you.”

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