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These Unholy Feelings {Castiel x reader}

Part One

Summary: Castiel tends to avoid you a lot, although he’s a sweetheart about it. You get fed up and confront him, only to be met with smut. Basically.

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I knew something was up when we all went to the bar to celebrate, and Cas immediately left. It was the one time I decided to tag along with the Winchester brothers after the hunt, and when they did go, Cas always stayed with them. I wasn’t sure if he was hurt or if he just didn’t like me. It was probably the latter. He was nice enough to me, when he wasn’t avoiding me constantly. He always tried to hide what he was doing, the sweetheart he is, but I could take a hint.

This time,though, I decided enough was enough. I pages for my beer and have the brothers a quick goodbye before leaving, zipping my jacket up on my way out. I knew where the bunker was from here, so I just called a cab and gave him the address of a house near the forest, walking the rest of the way. Once I reached the bunker, I made my way to the library, the first place I thought he’d be. And, I was right. He was pacing back and forth, chewing his lip. This continued for a moment before he noticed my presence, surprise flickering across his face.

“Y-Y/N, what are you doing back so early?” He asked, his voice getting more leveled throughout the question.

“I was about to ask you the same question,” I replied, face blank.

He looked a bit shocked, but quickly regained his composition after clearing his throat.

“I, uh, wasn’t feeling too well. Still don’t feel to well, actually, so if you’ll excuse m-”

Oh no. I wasn’t about to let him off that easy. It was either now or never. So I cut him off.

“Castiel. Why are you avoiding me?” I asked coolly. I made sure to leave emotion out of my voice. He stared at me intently, Adams apple bobbing as he gulped. His eyes darted nervously from the ground to the walls then to my eyes.

“Why do you think I’m avoiding you?” He asked, trying to sound like that thought was absurd, but I could read right through it.

“You are. Answer the question. Please. If you have any ounce of basic respect for me,” I replied without a hitch.

He sighed, staring at the ground with his fists clenched tightly at his sides. He took a deep breath before raising his eyes to meet mine.

“Fine,” he replied, quickly making his way toward me until he was past my personal space, backing me up against a wall before slamming a hand against the wall behind my head. I stared wide eyed at him, mouth hung slightly open as his crystal eyes darkened. He then leaned to whisper into my ear, lips brushing against the lobe.

“You want to know the truth? Sometimes I just can’t control myself when I’m around you. I’ve been lucky to be able to hold back this long,” he growled, hot breath hitting my neck. I held back a whimper, having him this close was something I only saw in my dreams, but this was so VIVID.. I could actually FEEL him leaning into me. The realization of what his words implied only then tumbling into my mind. I subconsciously licked my lips and watched as his gaze darted to my mouth. His next words drew the whimper from my mouth.

“I’m not sure I can hold myself back much longer… Your scent, it drives me crazy,” he started speaking in rushed words, something Cas doesn’t do often, “everything about you drives me crazy. Your eyes, your hair, FUCK, especially your lips. The things I’ve imagined them doing to me are nothing short of unholy,” he rasps against my neck. He leans back enough to stare at me, teeth baring as he continued with a growl.

“How does it feel, knowing you seduced an angel of the lord? ”

I stared at him, mouth opening to say something, but his lips crashed down on mine before I could get anything out. I let out a surprised moan as his lips melded with mine, creating a perfect rythm. I quickly brought my hands up, one tangling in his hair, the other resting on his jawline. His grabbed at my hips, pulling me flush into him, leaving barley a breadth of air between us, sending a wave of heat downward. His kiss was needy and wanting, his lips sucking at my own, tongue brushing against my bottom lip. Soon the need for air consumed me. I reluctantly pulled away from him, mouth hung open, hungry for oxygen.

“Wow,” I whispered, staring into his oceanic orbs. The darkness that consumed them was gone, uncertainty replacing it.

“I’m… Sorry. I should have asked you first,” he looked regretfully into my eyes, searching them. What the hell did he have to be sorry about? I’d been waiting for that for AGES.

“Cas… That was amazing,” I breathed out.

A relieved smile graced his features, eyes slightly crinkling. “Thats a relief, because my hunger is definitely not satiated.”

I bit my lip and stared up at him, “And what would you like me to do about it?”

The dark haze returned to his eyes as he gazed intently at me.

“Allow me to take you in the most intimate way I can,” he replied seriously, lips parted.

I gazed up at him in awe, not believing what he had just said. Never in my wildest dreams would I have expected Cas to want me the same way that I want him. Thoughts of him caressing me, kissing parts of my body and moaning my name flitted through my mind.

“Cas..” I wasn’t sure if it was a plea or a moan, but he caught on to what I wanted, immediately diving his head into the crook of my neck to suck on, simultaneously grazing his teeth against my sensitive skin. I let out a shaky breath as his lips moved to my collarbone, leaving hickies behind. His hands rubbed circles into my hips, pulling them against his own. He groaned as he rutted his hips against mine, his body pinning my up against the wall so he wasn’t crouching to reach me. I let out a pleasure filled sigh at the feeling of his clothed hardness against my own clothed heat. His hands trailed up my stomach, dragging my shirt as he went. Right before his fingers brushed against my breasts, he pulled away, staring into my eyes yet again.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, being the sweetheart he is. I licked my lips before grinding against him.

“What do you think?” I whispered.

{END PART 1}

Gotcha, Princess

Dean x Reader

A/N: I’ve never played laser tag so bare with me here, ALSO this is my first deanxreader so yay (: (it’s actual my first any x reader on tumblr) so feel free to give me feedback or anything like that! or if you want requests! (requests would be very much appreciated!!) also I was too lazy to look over and make sure no typos happened so i apologize if any typos happened

Summary: You, Sam, and Dean go to play laser tag when the boys can’t find a case.

Warnings: nothing, just lots of fluff

Word Count: 1,073


You sat in the bunker staring at the ceiling bored out of your mind.

“Dean.” You whimper dragging out the n to make it sound more whiny knowing it would annoy him slightly.

“What now, sweetheart?” Dean sneered sarcastically from across the table scanning though news articles and strange sightings trying to find a case to work on, so far nothing was popping out. It was completely silent.

“Let’s do something fun.” You smiled thinking of something the both of you would enjoy.

Shopping? No Dean would lose his mind.

A movie maybe? No Dean would probably get bored.

Go out to lunch? No you guys do that all the time.

“Hey, what about laser tag?” You ask changing your gaze from the ceiling over to Dean.

Dean suddenly stops typing and licks his lips looking up from the laptop with a small smirk shaking his head. You don’t even think Dean has ever played laser tag in his life.

“Laser tag?” Sam questions walking into the room looking like he just woke up, assuming he probably just did.

Sam gives a small shrug glancing over at Dean silently giving him those puppy dog eyes that could win anybody over as they have a conversation through eye contact before Dean turns back towards you with a smug smile.

“Alright then, grab your jacket lets go Y/N, and Sammy for the love of god take a shower if you’re coming too.” He replies as you happily go grab your jacket chuckling at Deans extra comment.


You hid behind a wall breathing heavily from running through the small arena. You were having lots of fun though. Dean didn’t exactly get the hang of it right at first but after Sam explained to him how it worked he quickly picked it up.

You, Sam, and Dean both have the odds in your favor since you were all a great aim from shooting real guns almost everyday and practicing.

Unfortunately for Sam he forgot anything white glows under the black light and draws major attention so it wasn’t hard to spot him here and there, he was incredibly fast though so you’ve had a hard time shooting him. You had been following him up until now when you needed to take a breath and lost him.

You crouch down catching your breath leaning against the wall constantly looking around to make sure nobody was sneaking up on you or about to shoot you. Laser tag made you more nervous than going on hunts and actually doing this. You weren’t sure why since you couldn’t die here, maybe it was the suspense?

You got up from your little hiding spot unwillingly wishing you could just stay there forever but that’d beat the whole purpose of the game. You quickly went back to walking around with your back pressed against the walls so no behind surprise attacks could get you or anything of that sort.

Noticing the glowing gear you wear when you play laser tag in the corner of your eye you turn quickly firing off your gun as it hits another unknown player as she groans.

“Sorry!” You whisper quietly as she gives you a small smile.

“No worries, good luck though.” She replies in a hushed tone so nobody else noticed the two of you.

You go back to the ‘ready to shoot’ position and walk around hitting a few more people here and there deciding to take your back off the wall in order to find Sam just to give him a hard time.

You and Sam had a very brother/sister relationship. Ever since you started tagging along with the Winchesters brothers you had taken a special bond with Sam. You both loved to tease and mess with eachother and that’s what you especially loved, he was like the brother you never had.

Dean on the other hand was nothing like a brother to you. You had a massive crush on the elder Winchester but who didn’t? You hadn’t admitted it to anyone except Castiel once but he promised to keep quiet.

He was everything you’d ever wanted.

You quickly got lost in your thoughts when your back was quickly shoved against the wall. You gasped at the unexpected contact glancing up at those green eyes you knew all too well.

“Looks like you found me.” You admitted earning a satisfied smirk from Dean.

“You’re a hard girl to find in here, you know?” He responded quietly.

“That’s kinda the point, if you found me you’d shoot me. The question is why haven’t you?” You asked curiously.

Obviously the rational thing would’ve been to shoot you not pin you against a wall and make silly small talk.

“A couple reasons.” Dean whispered leaning in towards your face dangerously close.

You felt your heart in your throat as your mind raced.

Was he gonna kiss you? I mean obviously that’s why he’s leaning in? Does he like you or is he just distracting you? Was he gonna pull away and shoot you?

Your mind looped with questions that were incredibly pointless and unanswered.

Glancing down at his plump pink lips you felt yourself melt a little bit. This boy had the lips you’d write fanfictions about. Actually he was the boy you’d write fanfictions about in general, with his stupid freckles that looked like a galaxy spread across his face, his stupid green eyes that had fantasized you and about every other girl he met, and his stupid smile.

Truth was those things weren’t stupid but you just didn’t wanna accept the fact you liked him.

Finally after what seemed like years of waiting his lips had placed themselves on yours and the feeling was complete bliss, everything you’d imagined.

They tasted like beer and surprisingly chapstick.

Right when you were about to deepen the kiss Dean pulled away taking a deep breath before pressing the gun to your stomach shooting it quickly watching your face drop.

“Gotcha, princess.” He snickered licking his lips and pulling away from you laughing quietly.

Surprisingly he soon to was shot moments after as you turn your head to see Sam with a laser gun in his hands pointed at Dean.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I got him back for you.” Sam teased feeling pleased with the fact the two of you finally kissed.

The sexual tension between you two was getting a bit awkward for him.

Body Heat

Dean x Reader fluff

A/N: This is literally something I just had to get out, since it was in my head all day. It’s from mobile so, sorry no gifs. I just wanted to share it with y'all. I’ll edit this and make it pretty once I go back on my computer. This is unedited and off the cuff, so please excuse any typos. xo

It was freezing. The Impala was parked a few blocks away, so as not to draw suspicion to yourselves, while staking out the house for your recent case. Dean, for once, had agreed for you to come with him instead of Sam. Ever since you had started tagging along with the Winchester brothers, your desire to impress Dean, to make him notice you, had intensified.

“We did good back there, right?” you asked him, rubbing your hands together to keep warm. You had neglected to bring a coat or your gloves with you, not realizing the temperature would drop so dramatically, so quickly.

“Yeah,” Dean answered, walking in step beside you. He turned his head in your direction, flashing his 100 watt smile; his white teeth gleaming in the dim light of the street lamps. The crinkles around his eyes were more apparent and your heart skipped a beat. “You did good, kid.”

Kid. Dean’s nickname for you. What was it going to take for him to realize that you were a smart, trained hunter, who could tussle with the best of them, same as the Winchesters? When was he going to realize that you were madly in love with him ; with everything about him?

“I’m not a kid yanno,” you said, stopping in the middle of the street, almost ready to throw a tantrum. “I’m a grown ass woman, and I’m pretty sure I could kick your ass, if I really wanted to.”

Dean stopped and turned toward you, a sly grin on his face, as if he’d just heard a joke. But, you weren’t joking. You were angry. Your boiling blood starting to warm you from within.

“Is that so?” Dean replied, sauntering towards you, his boots making hollow sounds on the empty street. “Prove it.” His teeth took his bottom lip between them, rolling over it once, before peeking his tongue out and running over it tortuously slow; his nervous tick that drove you absolutely bonkers.

“I’m not going to hit you, Dean,” you said sarcastically, rubbing your hands over your arms. “Let’s go to the car and go home. I’m freezing.”

You started to walk to the car, but a large, warm hand took hold of your arm. Dean pulled you close to him and your body crashed into his. The warmth from his skin radiated into you through his jacket. You were so close, his sweet breath tickled your nose. He smelled so good, of whiskey and leather. Your head was spinning.

“D-Dean…” you whispered, your eyes meeting his mossy green ones. “What are you doing?”

Dean unzipped his jacket and took your hands in his, guiding them inside the coat to wrap around his waist. Your fingers felt every muscle in his back, as they clasped together in place. He was warm, oh so warm, and so was your heart.

Dean reached up to brush a stray strand of hair out of your eyes, before putting both of his hands on your face. He looked into your eyes, searching for your approval, and when he saw no protest there he dipped his head down and met his gorgeous, plush lips to yours. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, pouring all of your love and emotions into the kiss you’d been dreaming of for months.

When Dean finally pulled away, his eyes were sparkling, yet clouded with love - or was it lust? You couldn’t tell, nor did you care. You just wanted his mouth back on yours.

“Wh-What was that for?” you stuttered. Looking into Dean’s eyes never failed to make you flustered before, let alone now.

“Well,” Dean answered, taking his hands and wrapping them around your waist now, pulling you as close as possible to him. “You said you were cold, so I decided to warm you up.”

Gotcha, Princess

Dean x Reader

A/N: I’ve never played laser tag so bare with me here, ALSO this is my first deanxreader so yay (: (it’s actual my first any x reader on tumblr) so feel free to give me feedback or anything like that! or if you want requests! (requests would be very much appreciated!!) also I was too lazy to look over and make sure no typos happened so i apologize if any typos happened I originally posted this on demurecastiel, don’t come at me saying I copied them, that’s my other blog.

Summary: You, Sam, and Dean go to play laser tag when the boys can’t find a case.

Warnings: nothing, just lots of fluff

Word Count: 1,073


You sat in the bunker staring at the ceiling bored out of your mind.

“Dean.” You whimper dragging out the n to make it sound more whiny knowing it would annoy him slightly.

“What now, sweetheart?” Dean sneered sarcastically from across the table scanning though news articles and strange sightings trying to find a case to work on, so far nothing was popping out. It was completely silent.

“Let’s do something fun.” You smiled thinking of something the both of you would enjoy.

Shopping? No Dean would lose his mind.

A movie maybe? No Dean would probably get bored.

Go out to lunch? No you guys do that all the time.

“Hey, what about laser tag?” You ask changing your gaze from the ceiling over to Dean.

Dean suddenly stops typing and licks his lips looking up from the laptop with a small smirk shaking his head. You don’t even think Dean has ever played laser tag in his life.

“Laser tag?” Sam questions walking into the room looking like he just woke up, assuming he probably just did.

Sam gives a small shrug glancing over at Dean silently giving him those puppy dog eyes that could win anybody over as they have a conversation through eye contact before Dean turns back towards you with a smug smile.

“Alright then, grab your jacket lets go Y/N, and Sammy for the love of god take a shower if you’re coming too.” He replies as you happily go grab your jacket chuckling at Deans extra comment.


You hid behind a wall breathing heavily from running through the small arena. You were having lots of fun though. Dean didn’t exactly get the hang of it right at first but after Sam explained to him how it worked he quickly picked it up.

You, Sam, and Dean both have the odds in your favor since you were all a great aim from shooting real guns almost everyday and practicing.

Unfortunately for Sam he forgot anything white glows under the black light and draws major attention so it wasn’t hard to spot him here and there, he was incredibly fast though so you’ve had a hard time shooting him. You had been following him up until now when you needed to take a breath and lost him.

You crouch down catching your breath leaning against the wall constantly looking around to make sure nobody was sneaking up on you or about to shoot you. Laser tag made you more nervous than going on hunts and actually doing this. You weren’t sure why since you couldn’t die here, maybe it was the suspense?

You got up from your little hiding spot unwillingly wishing you could just stay there forever but that’d beat the whole purpose of the game. You quickly went back to walking around with your back pressed against the walls so no behind surprise attacks could get you or anything of that sort.

Noticing the glowing gear you wear when you play laser tag in the corner of your eye you turn quickly firing off your gun as it hits another unknown player as she groans.

“Sorry!” You whisper quietly as she gives you a small smile.

“No worries, good luck though.” She replies in a hushed tone so nobody else noticed the two of you.

You go back to the ‘ready to shoot’ position and walk around hitting a few more people here and there deciding to take your back off the wall in order to find Sam just to give him a hard time.

You and Sam had a very brother/sister relationship. Ever since you started tagging along with the Winchesters brothers you had taken a special bond with Sam. You both loved to tease and mess with eachother and that’s what you especially loved, he was like the brother you never had.

Dean on the other hand was nothing like a brother to you. You had a massive crush on the elder Winchester but who didn’t? You hadn’t admitted it to anyone except Castiel once but he promised to keep quiet.

He was everything you’d ever wanted.

You quickly got lost in your thoughts when your back was quickly shoved against the wall. You gasped at the unexpected contact glancing up at those green eyes you knew all too well.

“Looks like you found me.” You admitted earning a satisfied smirk from Dean.

“You’re a hard girl to find in here, you know?” He responded quietly.

“That’s kinda the point, if you found me you’d shoot me. The question is why haven’t you?” You asked curiously.

Obviously the rational thing would’ve been to shoot you not pin you against a wall and make silly small talk.

“A couple reasons.” Dean whispered leaning in towards your face dangerously close.

You felt your heart in your throat as your mind raced.

Was he gonna kiss you? I mean obviously that’s why he’s leaning in? Does he like you or is he just distracting you? Was he gonna pull away and shoot you?

Your mind looped with questions that were incredibly pointless and unanswered.

Glancing down at his plump pink lips you felt yourself melt a little bit. This boy had the lips you’d write fanfictions about. Actually he was the boy you’d write fanfictions about in general, with his stupid freckles that looked like a galaxy spread across his face, his stupid green eyes that had fantasized you and about every other girl he met, and his stupid smile.

Truth was those things weren’t stupid but you just didn’t wanna accept the fact you liked him.

Finally after what seemed like years of waiting his lips had placed themselves on yours and the feeling was complete bliss, everything you’d imagined.

They tasted like beer and surprisingly chapstick.

Right when you were about to deepen the kiss Dean pulled away taking a deep breath before pressing the gun to your stomach shooting it quickly watching your face drop.

“Gotcha, princess.” He snickered licking his lips and pulling away from you laughing quietly.

Surprisingly he soon to was shot moments after as you turn your head to see Sam with a laser gun in his hands pointed at Dean.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I got him back for you.” Sam teased feeling pleased with the fact the two of you finally kissed.

The sexual tension between you two was getting a bit awkward for him.