Dean:Now let's be clear, I don't love Cas, okay? I just miss him when he's not around, I think about him all the time and I imagine us one day running towards each other in slow motion and I'm wearing a brown suede vest.
Dean’s plain old “my buddy Cas, my good ol’ friend, an awesome pal of mine, my handsome bro, my companion in hunting who raised me from perdition once” growing into “my sunshine, the love of my life, my beautiful sweetheart, my honey, my strikingly hot soulmate” is one hell of character development i’ll tell ya
Pairing: Lucifer x Reader Word count: 1,043 Warnings: Angst A/N: My prompt for @totallysupernaturaloneshots follower celebration was “Silly girl, do you think I actually loved you?”
Laying on Lucifer’s chest, his arm held you close. Your naked body was used to the chill of his skin by now. Your leg was over his as you slept peacefully. His finger lazily trailed up and down your arm, barely touching your skin. Lucifer kept his eyes closed, just enjoying the peace. He’d gotten lucky with you, and he never wanted to take that for granted.
“Come on, Dean.” You sighed. “I’m the only one here that he hasn’t tried to kill.” Which was true. In your recent run ins with Lucifer, he’d left you completely untouched. Not a scratch on you. It was hard not to miss that fact.
Dean licked his lip. “I don’t like it.” He admitted.
You gave him a small smile, patting his cheek. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”