“Can you tell me about him?” Jack asked Dean one day, as he walked into the elder Winchester’s room.
“My father… Castiel.”
Dean almost asked Jack to talk to Sam about it and to leave him alone but he relented.
“Unlike most angels, Cas was not a douchebag,” Dean started. “He loved humanity and he always put others’ well being over his own. He was selfless and he cared deeply about everything and everyone.”
Jack was now listening very intently to Dean’s words.
“He was a good soldier, but he was more than that. He was family…”
Dean could feel a lump forming in his throat. He took a deep breath to keep his voice steady and continued,
“He was my best friend and… and sometimes more.”
“You loved him?” Jack’s head was tilted slightly to the left as he looked at Dean with a questioning look.
Dean was about to get defensive and shut Jack out and deny everything. He wanted to tell Jack that what he was implying was absurd. But before he could say anything, Dean’s eyes fell on the mixtape by his bed. It was slightly cracked from the number of times he had thrown it against the wall in frustration at Chuck. He had even been mad at Cas for not sticking to their plan. He was mad at Cas for getting killed.
Dean cleared his throat and looked at Jack to see the nephilim still looking at Dean with a questioning look.
“I love him,” Dean agreed, his voice barely a whisper. “I am in love with Castiel and my biggest regret is that I never got a chance to tell him that.”
Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.
This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment.
Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I
apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!
“Goooooood Morning Cleveland!” You shouted, running out on stage.
The crowd started cheering and certain members started yelling back at you.
“Wait, what? Minneapolis?” You giggled into the mic. “And it’s not morning.” You looked at your watch. “Where have I been the past 24 hours?” You asked rhetorically. “Alright, so we’re going to do this thing, thankfully a few of you showed up….” You looked to your left. “Hey, darling.”
“Umm.. oh my god, I just want to say…” The fan started.
“Oh, I remember you… how’d our picture turn out, love?”
She giggled nervously. “Pretty good.”
“Only pretty good?” You scoffed. “Come on, let’s take another one..” You waved her up and did a quick selfie before giving her a hug. “I’m sorry, I didn’t answer your question. Did you ask a question?” You asked after she returned to her seat. “Oh well, next?”
“Hey, you’re amazing, and I love how you portray your character…”
“Thank you.” You chirped sipping on your water bottle.
“I was wondering where you see her going?”
You squinted your eyes trying to focus your fuzzy brain on what you could actually share. “Well… she’s not going to die… that I know of… yet..” The crowd giggled. “So with that in mind, you know she’s not going to hook up with Sam anytime soon.”
“What about Dean?!” Someone yelled from the audience.
You stuck your tongue out and blushed. “No romance plots in the near future… unfortunately. But you know, I think she’s stuck out as a strong, independent lead, so I think she is going to have to learn soon how to depend on others.”
The next girl came up. “Hi… I love your water bottle.”
“Thank you.” You showed your Wayward AF water bottle off. “It’s not water… yes, it is! I’m going to get in so much trouble today.” You bantered back and forth with yourself before taking another sip, squinting one eye. “What’s your question sweetheart?”
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Request: I’m so glad requests are open! Can I request a Jensen x reader where they have a big fight (you can choose the reason) and she storms out and later Jensen watches a car accident on the news and the car matches the readers and he thinks it’s hers but she walks in and it ends fluffy?
The first time Dean Winchester choked those words out loud, only the defining silence of his empty room greeted him. Castiel was dead and the only thing that remained was the trench coat which smelled of dry blood and dirt. It no longer smelled of Cas.
The next time Dean confessed his feelings out loud was the next day when he was playing the mixtape on repeat.
“I love you Cas and I really miss you, buddy. Come back to us. Come back to me. Please…”
The words were simple but the emotions behind them were not.
Ever since then, Dean would end his prayers to Cas with an ‘I love you’ and a silent plea to come back alive. And every morning he would wake to an empty bed and a tear-stained trench coat.
“Dean I understand your pain but you’ve got to help me out with Jack,” Sam pleaded one day. “I cannot do this alone. I lost my best friend and my mom too, Dean.”
“You don’t understand Sam.” Dean pushed past his younger brother and reached for the cooler to grab a couple of bottles of beer.
“Then make me understand Dean.” Sam stood cross-armed in front of Dean and refused to move.
Dean stared at the cold bottles of beer in his hand before finally meeting Sam’s eyes. “I love him, Sam. I’m in love with Cas.”
Sam’s gaze softened and he didn’t have the heart to correct the tenses in Dean’s confession. “I know Dean… I’m sorry.”
Sam had stopped reaching out to Dean but the latter could not just sit around anymore. Dean started becoming more productive. He started taking care of Baby and giving her regular washes. In fact, Dean was back in the kitchen cooking breakfast and lunch in no time. He would still shut himself in his rooms for hours on end of course, but it was baby steps and Sam was content. However, Dean refused to go near Jack as the Nephilim reminded him too much of his dead angel.
“I love you Cas and I know that you would want me to help Jack… but I’m sorry man. I can’t look at him without seeing you and… and it hurts.”
It was after seventy-six confessions did Dean hear the voice he never thought he would hear again.
It was a fine Thursday morning and Dean was in his room, going through all the pictures that he had in the bunker when he realised that there were no pictures of Cas. None. He was about to reach for another beer when the voice behind him stopped him cold.
Dean turned back so fast that he almost got whiplash.
Cas was looking at Dean with a small smile. Before he knew it, Dean closed the distance between him and the angel and pulled him into a tight hug.
“You’re real. This is it. You’re here.” Dean was crying again but he didn’t care.
He sniffed in the familiar scent of Cas but the latter pulled away and placed a hand on Dean’s cheeks. Dean closed his eyes and leaned into Cas’ touch and his green eyes met Cas’ warm blue ones. But the blue eyes held hesitation and Cas’ hands twitched at his sides.
“What’s the matter Cas?” Dean whispered.
Cas took a long unsteady breath and before Dean could react, Cas tilted his head up and pressed a soft kiss on Dean’s lips. Before Cas could pull away, Dean wrapped his arms around the angel’s waist, pulled him impossibly closer and kissed him deeper and harder. It was a long time before the two came up for breath.
“I love you Cas,” Dean breathed out.
“I heard you. I love you too Dean.”
A/N: I’m super sorry for my inactivity but I finally got a work up! I wanna dedicate this to @alittlebitofanna cause it’s her birthday today and she’s an amazing person who writes amazing fics! Go send her your love peeps ❤️
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Requests: anon asked ‘Hi! I know you’re busy, but what do you think about writing a little Destiel when you have some spare time and all previous requests done? Cas don’t know what ticles are and when Dean finds out he tries to make him a giggling mess, just to discover that Cas is not, in fact, ticklish and is very confused about what on earth Dean tried to do with his fingers on his tummy.’
Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester
Word Count: 950ish words
A/N: Thanks for the request anon! Sorry that it took quite a while. I hope you like the fic and that I didn’t disappoint ❤️
“Aren’t you tired, Dean?”
Dean was splayed across the couch and his head rested on Cas’ lap. This gave Cas complete access to play with the strands of Dean’s hair.
“Not at all buddy,” Dean said, getting more comfortable in Cas’ lap. “I’m not ditching you on movie night.”
Dean had chosen an old romantic comedy for the night. Dean and Cas had this thing that they do - every Thursday night Dean would introduce his boyfriend to one of his favourite movies. Whenever he wasn’t too sleepy or tired, Sam would join them.
“Alright Dean,” Cas sighed. He knew that nothing would make Dean change his mind.
Cas continued to run his hand through Dean’s hair. Dean let out a small smile and, without taking his eyes from the screen, looped an arm across Cas’ waist.
Dean never let anyone, other than Cas, touch his hair. There was something about Cas’ touch that was both comforting and intimate at the same time.
Cas turned his attention back to the movie and soon got lost into the story. On the screen, the main character was being tickled by her girlfriend.
“Yeah Cas?” Dean’s eyes which had been on the screen now focused at Cas.
Cas had to restrain from taking a sharp breath when Dean’s olive eyes met his own eyes. Cas loved the freckles sprayed across Dean’s nose and whenever the two were in close proximity, he couldn’t help but count them. But he never got to finish counting them as he was always interrupted.
“Cas?” Dean called again, but a faint blush tinted the hunter’s cheeks when he realised that Cas was trying to count his freckles again.
“Dean why is Amy laughing when her girlfriend’s hurting her?” He asked, referring to the main character.
A brief look of confusion took over Dean’s face as he turned his face to the screen.
“Oh no Cas, Amy’s not being hurt,” Dean said with a small smile. “Karen is just tickling her to get her to laugh.”
“Tickling?” Cas asked with a frown and a small tilt of his head.
Dean got up from Cas’ lap and sat on the couch next to him so that he could easily face him.
“Cas… are you telling me that you haven’t heard of tickles?”
The angel just looked more confused. “I… um… no Dean. I haven’t.”
Dean’s face stretched into a huge grin with an evil glint in his eyes. Cas knew this look all too well.
“Dean what is-“
Cas never got to finish his sentence as Dean’s fingers attacked Cas’ sides. Dean had a smirk plastered on his face as his hands expertly moved across Cas’ waist and his stomach but the smile slowly faded when he realised that Cas was not affected by Dean’s attempts to tickle him.
“What are you doing Dean?”
“I- I was trying to tickle you Cas,” Dean muttered sheepishly.
Cas could not help but smile at Dean’s flustered expression.
“Are you ticklish?”
Dean’s eyes widened in horror and he tried to move away from Cas. But the angel was too quick for the hunter and soon Dean found himself in Cas’ arms.
But before Dean could finish, Cas’ hands found Dean’s waist and his fingers quickly copied what Dean’s had done. It didn’t take long for Dean to burst out laughing uncontrollably. Cas smirked as he realised how sensitive Dean was and continued to tickle him as Dean squirmed in Cas’ hold. Dean was laughing so hard that tears had started to form in his eyes.
Cas paused. “Dean, am I hurting you?”
Dean wiped away the tears. “No Cas you’re not. But you can’t keep tickling me!” Dean’s voice was defiant.
“But I love watching you laugh, Dean.” Cas said with a small smile as he looked at Dean.
“You don’t need to tickle me to make me laugh Cas,” Dean pecked Cas’ nose. “Just be yourself.”
“You two are such saps.”
Both Cas and Dean turned around to see Sam looking down at them with amusement in his eyes.
“Sammy! How long where you standing there?” Dean asked his younger brother as Cas blushed profusely.
Sam raised his hands in a mock surrender and grinned. “I just came down here to see what the God-awful wailing was. it sounded like someone was being murdered.”
“Oh that was Dean laughing,” Cas replied without missing a beat.
“Shut up Cas.” Dean’s ears burned red.
“Wait… Dean gets tickled?” Sam stared at Cas as though the angel just handed him a way to read the Angel Tablet without a prophet.
“Yes Sam, he does.” Castiel smiled.
Sam’s smile widened and Dean looked at his younger brother with horror. “Oh no Sam you don’t.”
“We’ll see about that.”
With that, Sam turned on his heel and made his way back to his room - but not before shooting a smirk in Dean’s direction.
“Great. I’m not going to hear the end of this, am I?” Dean sighed.
“We’re probably going to start tickling you whenever we need you to do something Dean,” Cas said with a shrug.
“Oh great,” Dean muttered. “My brother and my boyfriend teaming up on me. That’s exactly what I need right now.”
“Are you being sarcastic Dean?”
“Yes buddy, I am. I’m going to go to bed now Cas. I’ll see ya in the morning.” Dean stretched and let out a loud yawn.
Cas suddenly pulled Dean by his shirt and planted a short but firm kiss on the hunter’s lips. As Cas moved away, Dean grabbed him by the front of his coat and connected their lips together once more. It took a while for the two boys to pull away and they were both out of breath. Cas cheeks were flushed red and Dean had an adorable grin plastered on his face. The latter winked at Cas which made the angel turn flush harder.
“For the record Cas, I’m definitely going to find your tickle spot.”
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Requests: @generally-fantastic-things asked ‘Do you think you could write a fic where Dean gets approached and recruited by SHIELD sometime before the start of the show?’
Warnings: Angst…I got carried away, drinking, death and spoilers for season 12
Word count: 1.5k
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Nick Fury, Jody Mills (mentioned), Donna (mentioned)
A/N: Thank you so much for the request Megan! I realise that you asked for Dean to be recruited at the start of the show, but my mind came up blank. So instead I wrote about him getting recruited at the end. I’m so sorry about that. Hope you like this one ❤️
((And if the response is good, I may write a part 2 where Dean meets up and trains with the Avengers! ))
”Hey Cas,” Dean called after Cas’ retreating figure. “How about we watch a movie tonight? Once we’re done with this case?”
Dean almost missed Cas’ smile as he turned back to answer him. “That sounds perfect, Dean. Let’s just finish this case. I still haven’t caught up with the Star Trek movies.”
Request: Could you write an alpha!Sam x omega!reader where the reader is nesting and is stressing out because Dean’s scent keeps coming into the room and it makes her feel unsafe even though she knows he wouldn’t do anything, so Sam had to calm her down…
Peter never regretted turning down Tony Stark’s offer to become an Avenger. He knew that he would join them after he finished high school and turned eighteen. But till then, Mr. Stark had informed Peter that he was welcome to visit the new Avengers headquarters any time he wanted to. So that’s what Peter did. He would drop in from time to time. What fascinated him the most was the fact that each of the Avenging heroes had their own differences. They were people of hard childhoods, different upbringings and came from different places even. But the one person he admired the most? Agent Natasha Romanoff (also known as the Black Widow)
The first time that he had met her was during the war between Mr. Stark and Captain America. At the time, he was shy and slightly in awe of the lethal Russian spy. He had constantly trailed after her and she would try to dodge him but he didn’t get the message.
“Ms. Romanoff! Hey,” he would run behind her breathless as she tried to fasten her pace. “The way - the way you fight is incredibly awesome! Can you maybe teach me those moves sometime?”
“Hey Ms. Romanoff, you probably know that the Black Widow is a deadly spider! We’re both spiders! I mean we’re not really spiders, but our superhero aliases are spiders.”
Most of Peter’s attempts to start a conversation with her was met with polite smiles, but it didn’t take long for the Russian spy to see Peter for who he was - an overexcited kid who tried a bit too hard to make himself likeable. Soon she no longer minded Peter’s presence and whether she would admit it or not, she was starting to develop a liking towards the kid.
Spider-man and the Black Widow developed an unlikely bond. Ever since then whenever Peter visited the Avenger’s headquarters he would make a beeline to Natasha’s quarters.
“Never lose focus!” Natasha held Peter in a headlock. “Remember your enemies’ weaknesses.”
“Yes Ms. Romanoff,” Peter grunted with his face turning a slight shade of red under the strain.
Natasha let him go and Peter collapsed on the training mat with sweat dripping from his face and his face flushed from the vigorous training.
“And remember Peter,” Natasha said as she looked him straight in the eye. “Never let your enemy know when you’re tired. A good spy hides his or her emotions. And don’t forget to -“
“- observe and learn your opponent first before you engage them in a physical fight,” Peter finished for her.
Nat just smirked at him and gave in to the urge to ruffle the kid’s hair.
“Pick up the staff,” She told Peter as she picked her own long stick up.
Peter swept his damp hair out of his forehead and got ready for round two of their training.
“Are you sure this is gonna work?” Peter couldn’t keep the excitement and the slight fear out of his voice as he followed Natasha into Clint’s bedroom.
Natasha just shushed him and unscrewed the top of the itching powder she held in her hand.
Faint sounds of Agent Barton A.K.A Hawkeye singing in the shower caused Peter to start giggling again which was followed by a smack on his head from Nat and a glare.
“Alright alright.” Peter held up his hands in surrender. Despite being a total bad-ass, Nat was amazing her own way. She had a perky sense of humour and right now she was using it against Barton.
He quickly followed Nat on his tip toes to where Barton had laid out his clothes to change into after the shower. Nat emptied the whole content onto Barton’s underwear and stepped back with a decisive smirk.
“This ought to pay him back,” She said with her arms folded across her chest.
Peter gulped. He had no idea what Barton did to get on her bad side but he learnt never to make the same mistake. Nat was one scary woman.
“Come along spiderboy.” Natasha started to drag him out of the room when she realised that the shower was no longer running.
“Spiderman,” Peter grumbled weakly as he let himself get dragged by her.
“Oh gosh Peter. Are you still sticking with that lame excuse and the blatant lie that you’re working for Tony freaking Stark?” Flash guffawed and poked Peter in the chest.
Peter kept his calm and just looked Flash in the eye. There was no way he was letting Flash bully him again.
“According to Peter Parker here people,” Flash started loudly causing people walking past them in the corridor to stop and listen on, “he can’t attend Senior Prom because Tony Stark is helping him with this homework.”
A scattered laugh fell over the small crowd at Flash’s words.
“I’m his intern,” Peter said through gritted teeth. “He’s not my homework buddy.”
“Well then Peter,” Flash started with his infamous smug smiles yet again. “If you are indeed so close to Tony Stark, I guess it won’t really be a big problem to ask him to crash our prom.”
Peter started to speak but Flash was obviously in a roll.
“You know what folks? The next thing Parker here will be telling us is that Black Widow is his secret girlfriend.”
“Shut up Flash.” Peter wanted to punch the guy. Only if things were that simple.
“You know what Parker? You should ask the Black Widow to be your date for the prom.” Flash now had tears in his eyes from all the laughing.
“Who said that he didn’t ask me already?”
A hush fell over the crowd and Flash’s smirked wiped clean from his face as he looked at something - someone rather - behind Parker. Peter turned to see Natasha standing with her signature smirk. Flash opened his mouth but no words came out.
“Come on Peter. We still have matching dresses to buy for the prom.” With those words Nat pulled Peter out of the school building.
“What are you doing here?” Peter asked her once they had come out of the school.
“Well I sensed that spiderboy needed help though I’m not really going to go to prom with you.” Nat looked down at Peter with a frown.
“Yeah I know that but wait!” Peter groaned. “You’ve just made things more awkward for me. How am I supposed to go to prom now completely alone when the whole school heard that I am going with you?”
Natasha gave him an amused look and a shrug. “Your problem. But hey you told me that you had developed a crush on that Michelle kid right?”
“MJ,” Peter muttered, his face turning a slight shade of red.
“Go ask her out or do you want me to do that for you too?”
Peter yelped and spread his arms before Nat could do anything else. “Nope I’ve got this. You enjoy your day.”
Alright then Parker,” Nat said, ruffling his hair. “Have a good one.”
With that she turned and started to walk away.
“Hey Nat?” Peter called out and Natasha turned back.
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1. demon!dean or soulless!sam? any day 2. balthazar or gabriel? 3. cas’ blue tie or striped tie? 4. season 5 or season 12? 5. the colt or the angel blade? 6. spn verse or auboth both both 7. “mystery spot” or “free to be you and me”? 8. jimmy novak or emmanuel? 9. favorite hair: sam’s or dean’s or cas’? the early season sex hair is my undoing 10. “i lost my shoe” or “you have a guinea pig? where?” 11. abbadon or ketch? 12. lucifer or michael? 13. benny or charlie?