there will be one of balthazar at some point

Massage

Drabble Request: You know, #120 could be interesting with either Cas or Balthazar… I have a feeling their ideas of pampering _might_ be a bit different…

120: “He’s pampering me, let him be.”

Pairing: Balthazar x Reader

Warnings: Injuries

Word Count: 480

Everything tag (I need to update this, sorry): @annoyingobsesivechick @fruitiplierq @jack-of-all-arts @peteachu666 @overcastmisfitkid @thewhiterabbit42

Originally posted by lucifersagents

“My back is so sore,” you groaned as you pitifully plopped down on the motel bed face first. You heard Sam, Dean, and Balthazar enter the motel room, murmuring about the case you had just finished up. You had been thrown against a brick wall, hence your sore back.

“Aw, poor doll,” Balthazar cooed, a small amused smile appearing on his face as he took in your state.

“Shut up,” you muttered into the sheets, voice muffled.

“Perhaps I can help soothe those aching muscles?” Balthazar’s tone bordered on suggestive as he moved closer to you, prompting Sam and Dean to roll their eyes as they settled.

“If you lay a hand on me, I’ll break it,” you warned Balthazar, lifting your head enough to send him a glare. You knew how devious the angel could be.

Balthazar lifted his hands in an innocent manner, but the smirk on his face said otherwise. “I won’t lay a hand on you.”

You let your head fall back against the mattress, body aching even worse. You squeezed your eyes shut, riding out the pain, knowing you would just have to suffer through. Suddenly, you felt … something … some sort of sensation drift down your spine, light and soft. You almost didn’t feel it at first, but it started to grow stronger, seeming to swallow the throbbing ache that pained you. You turned your head to look at Balthazar, figuring that he was the one up to something.

“You didn’t say I couldn’t help. You just said I couldn’t lay a hand on you,” Balthazar pointed out, obviously pleased he had found a way around your words.

“Alright, time for you to go,” Dean grumbled at Balthazar, noticing something was up.

Before anyone could make a move or reply, you waved your hand dismissively. “He’s pampering me, let him be,” you told Dean, Balthazar’s grace continuing to soothe the ache, starting from the top of your back and working its way down. You had never heard of an angelic massage, but you were loving it.

Balthazar shot Dean a snarky look as he sat on the edge of your bed. “You can be next if you want, Dean,” he taunted, completely amused at the situation.

Dean rolled his eyes and turned his back, grumbling beneath his breath about needing an angel blade right about now.

You nearly fell asleep, the soothing sensations plus your exhaustion from the hunt lulling you toward sleep. However, you felt Balthazar’s grace start to get a little too low. “Hey, hey, you best work your way back up.”

“You don’t want a full body massage, darling?”

Thanks to some of his healing, you easily moved to shove him off the edge of the bed, laughter bubbling from you as he hit the floor with an offended sound. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t lay a hand on you.”

A Little Too Late Part 5

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 5

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Characters: Gabriel, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Balthazar

Word Count: 1,097

Warnings: Little bit of angst and fluff

A/N: Here is our first TREAT of the day! I hope you don’t mind a trick or two today.  I haven’t decided how many tricks I have up my sleeve ;) I hope you all enjoy this next part <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! Happy Halloween babes <3

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As you joined the Winchesters in the library, Balthazar and Castiel walked in behind you and Gabriel.  You smiled at the both of them, and then at Sam and Dean.  Since a young age, you didn’t have a home.  Not a real one anyway.  Lately this started to feel like home; it had to be one of the best feelings you ever had.  You tilted your head at the jewelry on the table.  “Are these my rings and bracelets,” you asked, pointing at the still bloody jewelry.

“Yeah,” Dean nodded.  “Sorry we didn’t clean them off.”

“Actually no, that’s fine,” you smiled softly.  “I’ll clean them.”  You preferred it if others didn’t clean your jewelry.  Some required special attention due to the markings etched into some of them.  One of the rings had a sigil etched onto the band.  You gathered the jewelry in your hands, putting it in the pockets of your sweater.

“Why are we all here?  I could be sipping wine in the comforts of heaven,” Balthazar shifted his weight to one foot.

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Not again!

Pairing: dean x sister! Reader Sam x sister! Reader mark p x reader

Imagine: Sam, dean and reader go French mistake ( reader first time) and in our world reader is married to mark P (lucifer) and he loves to hold her and kiss her and do it in front of Sam and dean, reader let him do it because she likes to annoy Sam and dean. And the brother doesn’t like it and are always trying to get her away from mark until they find a way back to their world. - @evyiione

A/N: this was really a challenge for me I say personally but I like the idea. I never thought I was going to wright mark p x reader but I did it. I hope you guys like it.

The world where you live like an actress in a TV show. You heard about it from you brothers but go there no way. You heard that Balthazar once sent them there. Dean was called there Jensen ackles and Sam was named Jared padelecki. Even castiel was there but as a huge dick, that had dean told you. You heard stories and that makes you curious how it is there. Without monster and demons to be an actress or something. You needed to go there once.

Its cleaning time and Sam and dean where looking through some old documents and files. Everywhere where lying files. Dean saw an old document about sigils.

“hey Sammy, is this not the signal that Balthazar used when we did go to that different universe?”  dean asked when he showed the file.

“yeah this is the one.” You looked confuse to your brothers.

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couple thoughts on druthazar: i was thinking they’d probably be able to bond over feeling like they don’t have much else going for them in their lives?? like, balth was a child actor and was super big but it was very short lived, and obviously when the show was cancelled he felt like he didn’t have anything else so he clung onto that whole persona he had and it shaped him into the villain he turned out to be, and i feel like dru, because his dad probably imposed this whole villainy thing on him literally ever since he was a child, he’s probably never known anything else and feels he doesn’t have anything else going for him either, so like. i feel like they could definitely bond over that mutual feeling of villainy being the only thing they have

also? they could def bond over evil bratt like. honestly balthazar would be so happy to have someone to talk about the show with and dru was obviously a big enough fan of it to know how all the episodes played out and to own his own merchandise of it at one point. like dru could give him some validation ?? which i think is what he needs?

War of Hearts; Chapter 1

Summary: What Dean and Lisa had, wasn’t real. The only one who doesn’t know that is Lisa. The only solution to that problem? Start “dating” your best friend Castiel. Can they make it through this without possibly ruining their entire friendship? Or will they defy everything and make this work?

“Is there a reason you just dragged me into the boy’s locker room?” Castiel asked, glancing down at his wrist; the one Dean was still holding onto.

“I need your help.”

There wasn’t much Castiel wouldn’t do for Dean. Including this, even though it was the worst idea Cas had ever heard.

“You want me to date you?!”  

“No, I want you to fake date me,” Dean explained patiently while the other boys, who were on the football team with Dean, were staring at Cas, waiting for his reaction. After Dean and he became friends, Cas had spent a lot of time with the others on the team. Fairly quickly they became his friend too. Though, Dean was still his best friend.“I have to get rid of her some time, Cas, and I can’t do it without you.”

“You can literally get anyone at this school if you asked nicely,” Castiel said, his eyebrows raised skeptically. “Why in the world did you pick me?”

“Because you are my best friend,” Dean said, placing a hand on Cas’ shoulder. Cas tried to ignore the heat seeping through his jumper and crossed his arms instead.

“And?” Cas asked. “You are not telling me the full truth Dean Winchester.”

“She always was kind of jealous of our friendship. She thought we were too friendly, almost as if I was in a relationship with you instead of her.” Dean looked down at his hands, almost as if he was shy.

Now, Cas got where she was coming from. Dean and he didn’t have a normal friendship. They were close, on the edge of a relationship yet not quite there. If it wasn’t for their friendship, they would have probably started dating ages ago. They just couldn’t risk it, so they didn’t.

“Fine, I’ll do it,” Castiel said, rolling his eyes when Dean started cheering. “But only for two months tops, I get to break up with you and I’ll get to pick the reason why.”

“Promise it won’t be anything that’ll ruin my reputation and you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Deal.”

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Whenever someone says, but where are the strong females, I roll my eyes. Hannah, Charlie, DARK Charlie, Abaddon, Rowena, Eve, Lilith blond Ruby, Gen Ruby, blond Meg, Meg 2.0, Ellen, Cassidy, Ava, Jo, Lisa, Sarah, Missouri, Donna, Dorothy, Anna, Naomi, Gwen, Hester, Bela, Pamela, Tessa, Mary freaking Winchester, Linda Tranthankyouverymuch, JODY EFFING MILLS! 

“But they’re all flawed! Some were even evil things!” Um, yeah! So is every other freaking character!

“But they had sex!” That’s right. Because sometimes strong females like to have sex. Sometimes they like to have a lot of sex. Sometimes they aren’t ashamed of their bodies. If you see the characters as just serving as a love interest, the problem just might be you, not the storyline. That lovely flight attendant in Phantom Traveler who couldn’t be possessed because her will was too strong and she wasn’t afraid? Nobody slept with her. She had just dumped her boyfriend, as a matter of fact.

“But they died!” Show me a character who hasn’t been killed. Also? JODY EFFING MILLS. Just saying. She’s a badass mother figure, and is still kicking ass and taking heads.

“But they stayed dead!” First of all? Charlie. Even Mary, who burned on the freaking ceiling in the very first scene of the pilot, was in 13 episodes, and appeared in every season except 3, 7, 9 and (so far) 10. Six out of ten seasons. Ellen and Jo each came back, one as an AU version, and one as a ghost. Meg’s vessel even came back as a Witness.

“But they aren’t series regulars!” Oh come on. It took Mark Sheppard like four seasons to become a regular. It’s a technical term. It doesn’t mean they’re going to be in every episode.

“But they’re pretty!” Uh huh. So are the guys. “My god, you have delicate features for a hunter.”

“But they’re too girly!” Really? Are we going to do that? First of all, stop trying to force folks into or out of gender roles that society assigns. If you think a feminine person can’t be a badass, you are the problem. If you think someone who is badass can’t be feminine…you get my point, right?

“But they’re too weak! They show emotion!” Again, really? Count how many times you’ve seen a woman on Supernatural cry. I dare you. Put that number up against just ONE of the Winchester boys. There. Feel better?

“But they’re too cold!” No. You do not get to do that. These are well-developed, beautifully portrayed multi-layered characters. Some of them are bitches. Some of them are tough. None of that negates their strength or their importance. 

“But some of them are only in a few episodes!” Yup. Your point? Guest stars are expensive. You know how many Balthazar was in? (Hint: Not very many.) The only GUYS who are in every episode are the stars. And we like them. So shut up. 

“But some of them were only in ONE episode.” It’s Supernatural. They roadtrip in a freaking Impala. They can’t carry everyone around with them everywhere they go. Only being in one episode doesn’t mean they aren’t awesome characters. How many episodes was Jared in before you loved him? Or Jensen? Or Misha or Mark? 

Every time we bitch about the lack of strong female characters, we negate the hard, awesome work of those we’ve enjoyed for ten whole years. 

Mary Winchester.

Linda Tran.

Jody effing Mills.

“There is no GOD!” 
“Maybe. Or maybe not. But there’s still ME.”

That’s all I have to say. (I promise.)

A Little Too Late Part 28

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 28

Characters: Gabriel, Castiel, Lucifer, Balthazar, Sam, Dean, God!Chuck

Word Count: 1,101

Warnings: Angst

A/N: Things aren’t ending here my friends! I hope you enjoy this next part!! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

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“You Winchesters sure know how to die,” Chuck shook his head with a small chuckle.  “Before you ask Sam and Dean, yes she is a Winchester.  Her real dad was John Winchester.  Her mother was just some girl he slept with,” God rambled.  “Anyway, this wasn’t supposed to happen.  Which seems to be a common occurrence with you Winchesters.”

“So you’ll bring her back,” Sam asked.

“I will, but I hope [Y/N] doesn’t make a habit out of it like you two do,” Chuck raised his eyebrows.  He caught his son Lucifer’s glare.  “It’s nice to see you have respected the rules.  All of you have, and I thank you for that.”  Chuck padded up to Gabriel who held your body in his arms.  “Now things will return back to normal.  She’ll no longer have those pains in her chest.  She’ll be able to heal someone without practically dying.  [Y/N] can only heal to a certain extent, so keep that in mind Sam and Dean.”

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Don’t Touch My Girl

Characters: Balthazar x Reader
Words:  1032
Author’s Note: This is an idea I had and wanted to write, so I’m throwing it in the mix. There will be a few more of my own ideas coming up.
Summary: The reader is being tortured for information about the Winchester’s. Her boyfriend just happens to be Balthazar…and he’s not too happy. People have to learn that you DO NOT touch Balthazar’s girl.

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          You could feel the ropes cutting into the flesh on your wrists and ankles as the demons tied you way too tightly to the chair. You tried not to let the pain show, but you knew they got off on that kind of thing.

           “Where are the Winchester’s?” the demon demanded.

           “How am I supposed to know?” you asked, “I haven’t seen them in weeks.” You were being honest, but you knew they would never believe you.

           The demon backhanded you hard, “I’m sure they’ve been in contact with you. Where are they?”

           “I haven’t talked to them in weeks. I don’t know where they are,” you said, spitting blood from the impact of the hit.

           “Yeah, right,” the demon smirked, grabbing a knife, “I have ways of making you talk,” he said, plunging the knife into your thigh without warning, making you scream out in pain, “We can play that way.”

           “Balthazar,” you whispered the name.

           “What was that, Sweetheart?” the demon asked.

           You smirked, “Balthazar.”

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Coming Home

Destiel Teenager Christmas AU. Warnings: Anti John Winchester, Child Abuse (mentioned)

It’s a miracle they have kept up their correspondence, but it is one Dean is thankful for. It’s kept him sane.

Through all of Dad’s drinking, the moving, the different schools, through Sam’s hungry cries, he’s always had the letters to cling to.

Every time they moved unexpectedly, he sent another, explaining it to Cas so he could reach out to him at the right address again.

Cas and his family never moved away. They’re still in Lawrence.

They’re still here, on this 22nd of December, when two boys stumble tiredly along the road.

Dean used to think he could take it all, but that horrible night a week ago was the last straw.

Dad hit Sam.

Dean has grown long accustomed to the punches. But Dad has never – did never hurt Sam. Until that night.

And he just knew he had to get him out of there. And the only place to go –

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Heavenly Brotherhood

From this request: Could you do a fix where the Angels of show all like the reader? Mabey they get jelly when they see the other ones hanging out with her trying to woooo her?

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“All right, brothers, thank you all for meeting with me.”

“Gabriel, please just get on with… whatever it is you wanted to talk about. I have things to do,” Lucifer said, examining his fingernails.

“And do you have anything to eat that isn’t laden with sugar?” Balthazar asked, picking through a large candy bowl. “My teeth hurt just looking at this stuff.”

“Just try it, Balthy,” Gabriel said. “It’s delicious.”

“Gabriel, why have you called us together?” Castiel asked.

“I just wanted to let you all know that I have finally found a wife.”

The three other angels stared at Gabriel; Castiel looked slightly confused while Balthazar and Lucifer simply stared in disbelief.

“A wife?” Balthazar asked.

“Please,” Lucifer scoffed. “Who would ever want to settle down with you? I can barely stomach spending an hour with you.”

“Perhaps she’s fake,” Balthazar said, elbowing Lucifer.

“Ah, yes. The ol’ inflatable wife.”

“I do not think a marriage is legitimate between a man and a woman made of plastic,” Castiel said.

Gabriel sneered at his brothers. “I’ll have you know that she’s one hundred percent real.”

“Of course, she is,” Lucifer said.

“Are you saying that Y/N isn’t real?”

This caught the angels’ attention.

“Y/N?” Lucifer asked. “As in… Y/N?”

“That is what I said,” Gabriel said.

“How on earth did you get her to agree to marry you?” Balthazar asked.

“Well, we haven’t really discussed that aspect yet…” Gabriel admitted.

“I was unaware you were in a relationship,” Cas said.

Gabriel chuckled slightly. “Yeah, well… we aren’t exactly in one yet…”

“Oh, my God,” Lucifer said. “This is ridiculous.”

“Okay, hey, maybe I lied a little,” Gabriel said. “But she’s going to be my wife. As soon as I convince her to.”

“She’s not going to marry you, Gabriel.”

“Jeez, have a little faith, brother.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “She’s not going to marry you, Gabriel, because she’s going to marry me.”

“Fat chance you two have,” Balthazar said. “I’m obviously the best choice. Perfect for Y/N.”

“I do not believe she wants to be with any of you,” Castiel said.

Gabriel studied his brothers. “All right,” he said with a sigh. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a little conundrum here. What are we gonna do about it?”

“Y/N should have some input,” Castiel pointed out. “After all… it will be her life that will be affected.”

“True,” Gabriel said. “Fine. We’ll all go on one date with Y/N. After that, we’ll let her decide which of us she’d rather continue dating.” Gabriel paused. “Can we all be grown-ups about this?”

The others nodded. It was a reasonable idea (as reasonable as one could be in such a situation).

“Great!” Gabriel said, clapping his hands together. “I’ll go first.”

“Why?” Lucifer asked.

“Later, boys!” Gabriel said, disappearing.

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“Hello, Y/N!” Gabriel said, appearing in front of you. “Whaddya say you and I go to dinner?”

“Um…”

“Come on!” Gabriel snapped his fingers and the two of you were suddenly in a fancy restaurant.

“Gabriel, what’s going on?”

“I just… wanted to take you on a romantic evening,” Gabriel said. “I really like you, Y/N and… well, I figured…”

“There you are,” Balthazar said.

You and Gabriel looked up, finding your table surrounded by Balthazar, Lucifer, and Castiel.

“Guys,” Gabriel said. “I thought we agreed–”

“You poofed away before we could agree on who would go on a date with Y/N first,” Lucifer said.

“Um, what’s going on?”

The brothers turned, looking at you.

“Y/N, darling, I do apologize for my brother’s behavior,” Balthazar said. “He can be quite unpredictable.”

“Did… did you say that you were all going to go on a date with me?”

“Obviously not at the same time,” Gabriel said. “They aren’t supposed to be here right now.”

You stood up, pushing your chair back. “This… this is very strange. I… I can’t do this right now.”

The brothers watched as you disappeared, poofing away, leaving them all standing there looking and feeling foolish.

“Great,” Gabriel said. “You guys scared her off.”

The other angels looked at each other, a sheepish blush on their cheeks.

“Well,” Lucifer said, plopping down in your abandoned chair. “Might as well take advantage of this situation.” He picked up a menu and began to scan it.

Balthazar and Castiel pulled up their own chairs and sat with their brothers.

“You guys are all dicks, you know that?” Gabriel asked.

“Takes one to know one,” Balthazar pointed out.

Lucifer chuckled. “He’s got you there, little brother.”

Gabriel sneered.

“Perhaps this is for the best,” Castiel said. “If we’d gone through with this and Y/N did choose one of us… surely that would have damaged our relationship with each other.”

The other angels nodded—he did have a good point.

And so the brothers spent the evening together, enjoying a meal together. At the end of the evening, the brothers agreed to leave you alone—you weren’t worth it (and Castiel pointed out that he thought you were in a relationship with Chuck, which proved to be quite the gossip).

A Little Too Late Part 11

Title: A Little Too Late Part 11

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Balthazar, Castiel, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 1,374

Warnings: angst?

A/N: Here we are with Part 11!! I hope you all enjoy this part! It’s just getting good <3 You can always request fics with other characters! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated <3 <3

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You threw your bag over your shoulder, quietly walking past Dean and Sam’s rooms.  You knew Sam would be asleep, but Dean would still be awake.  As you sneaked past their rooms you left a note on the kitchen table explaining everything.  Just in case something happened to you, you knew they would be able to find you.

Tears unexpectedly filled your eyes.  You almost wanted to say goodbye, but you planned on coming back.  It was the unknown that scared you.  It was the fact that you knew they weren’t your parents.  It was the fact that you knew what they ultimately wanted from you.  You sighed, wiping the tears from your eyes.  You trudged up the stairs, closing the door of the bunker behind you.  The bus stop was your next stop; home was your destination.


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Anonymous asked: I would looove something high school where Anna is Cas’s sister and she wants to go to the school dance with Dean but doesn’t have the guts to ask Dean, so she asks Cas if maybe he can do it for her and be the messenger, but Cas has feelings for Dean too.

Author’s note: I’m not sure if you wanted angst, or drama… But it got really fluffy. *hides* 

Castiel may or may not have been drooling over the sight of Dean Winchester. No, scratch that. Castiel Novak did not drool, thank you very much… His thoughts however, were all over the place as he shamelessly stared at where Dean was standing by one of the lockers, surrounded by his group of friends. Dean’s perfect teeth showed when he threw back his head and laughed wholeheartedly at something that the blonde girl standing next to him had said. Dean’s laugh was the most precious thing in the world; his face glowing and his green eyes lighting up. Those eyes… Even though Castiel was watching him from the other end of the hallway, that endless maze of green took his breath away.

Alright, so perhaps Castiel was drooling a little. Not that he would ever admit it, not even to himself.

In other news, he couldn’t afford to get distracted right now. He had a mission, and as much as that mission made his stomach tighten painfully, he had promised his sister Anna that he’d do it.

An exasperated sigh sounded from beside Castiel, and a hand was lightly placed on his shoulder.

“I don’t mean to interrupt your ogling, Cassie… But are you honestly planning on being the messenger for your sister even though you’re clearly head over heels in love with the guy yourself?” A disapproving voice, laced with a heavy British accent, asked the question that Castiel himself had been struggling with all morning. “Because if you ask me, that sounds utterly ridiculous.”

Castiel’s best friend Balthazar was never one to beat around the bush, obviously. Whenever there was a room with an elephant in it that needed to be addressed, you could count on Balthazar to be the one to address it. And so, when Castiel had told him what he was about to do, Balthazar had made it no secret that he thought that it was a stupid idea.

“It is not ridiculous!” Castiel argued, rolling his eyes at his friend. “Anna likes him and wants to go to the Spring dance with him but she’s afraid to ask, and I’m helping her out because she’s my sister and I care about her.” He explained patiently.

“And that would make all the sense in the world, if you weren’t attracted to him as well.” Balthazar countered without missing a beat. “You have every right to pursue him yourself, you’ve been pining over the guy for months, and quite frankly, it’s about time for you to do something about it.”

Castiel snorted humorlessly at that comment. If only things were that simple…

“For your information, as far as I know, Dean Winchester is as straight as they come.” Castiel said with a wistful glance at the beautiful boy with the freckled face. “There’s no point whatsoever in me going after him, so I might as well help out my sister.”

Balthazar was about to protest again, but they were both distracted when Castiel’s phone beeped in his pocket. He fished it out and checked his messages.

‘Did you ask him yet? Did he say yes? I’m dying here, let me know when you talk to him! Anna’

There was a skeptical click of the tongue from Balthazar who’d been reading along over Castiel’s shoulder.

“Good luck with that one, Cassie. When you start regretting this, I’ll be waiting for you with an ‘I told you so’ like the great friend that I am.”

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Screw It

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Title: Screw It

Pairing: Balthazar x Reader

Word count: 850

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: Hopefully I have my laptop back by this time! This was requested by @emilyymichelle!! I hope you all love this! <3 I love you all so much! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! <3

Balthazar entered the library where Sam and Dean were sitting.  His eyes scanned over the room, but you were nowhere in sight.  You were usually waiting for him to come into the bunker on most days.  Why not today?  It was Christmas eve and he was excited to spend it with you.

“Boys, where is [Y/N],” Balthazar asked, getting their attention.

“I don’t know if you wanna be around her right now,” Dean mumbled.  “[Y/N] hates this time of year.  She was talking about it before she stormed off.”

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Hungry Hunters (Team Free WillxReaderxGabriel)

After a good five hours of being cramped in the Impala, Dean decided to pull over to one of the many rest stops that lined the highway. This spot was simple, just a little picnic table surrounded by trees. As soon as the car stopped you and Sam hopped out, both eager to stretch your legs.

“Are we almost there at least?” you asked as you paced back and forth.

“Still have about 3 more hours,” Dean answered from inside the car as he searched for a radio station he liked.

“Ugh,” you and Sam groaned in unison.

“It won’t be that bad,” he said as he emerged from the car.

“Hey you wanna grab something to eat in the next town over? I don’t know about you two but I’m starving,” Sam said as he looked between you and Dean.

“Sounds like a plan Sammy,” you said as you pulled Dean in front of you to block the setting sun’s rays from shining in your eyes. Sam nodded and went in the car in search of his wallet. It should have been in his jacket but it was missing. After searching all throughout the car, he gave up.

“Guys, I can’t find my wallet,” he said, interrupting yours and Dean’s Thumb War game.

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A Little Too Late Part 19

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Title: A Little Too Late Part 19

Characters: Gabriel x Reader, Castiel, Balthazar, Sam, Dean, Crowley

Word Count: 1,366

Warnings: angst

A/N: I hope you are all still loving this series as much as I am!! Here’s part 19!! Things are going to start getting a little dicey (; Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!! <3

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“Surprised to see me [Y/N],” Crowley mused, taking a step closer to you.  He chuckled when you took another step back from him.  “I’m not here to hurt you.”

You kept a hand against the concrete wall to balance yourself.  You felt weaker since your body healed itself.  “Then why are you here,” you spat at the King of Hell.  No encounter with Crowley ended well.  “You know about my heart, don’t you?”

“Darling, if I wanted your heart, I would have taken it already,” Crowley strolled towards you, standing inches from you.  “I just thought you would like to know there’s been chatter all around about you [Y/N].  Even Lucifer has his eyes on you.”

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SPN at Hogwarts: Cousins

People seem to like what I’m doing here, so I’m just gonna make another chapter of this little spiel of mine. If I keep getting a decent amount of notes on this, I guess I will keep on doing this.

| - Master Post - | - Post That Inspired This - | - The Lineup For The Professors - | - People By House and Year - | - Information on the Triwizard Tournament - | - Intro - | - The Sorting Hat - | - The Boggart - | - The Goblet - | - The Knitting Club - | - Cousins - | - The First Task - | - The Hogsmeade Trip - | - The Second Task - | - Halloween - | - The Yule Ball - | - The Order - | - The Secret Meeting - | - Valentine’s Day - | - Spring Break - | - Ancestors - | - Time Travelers - | - The Birthday - | - The Third Task - | - The Unexpected Victor - | - Consequences - | - The Weapon - | - The Disease - | - The Fallen - | - The Cure - | - The End - |

SPN at Hogwarts: Cousins

Dean was halfway through a particularly funny story about Sammy when that half-pint of an owl Sam calls “Bones” flew into Dean’s face, a package crashing into his pile of bacon and eggs on his plate. Dean swore as the bird spasmed, swerving away towards the Griffindor table.

Dean glanced down at the package. It wasn’t wrapped well or anything. Old Daily Prophet pages covered what was inside, some random string keeping everything together.

Donna glanced over at Dean’s package curiously.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” asked Donna, finishing off an omelet, “You should open that.”

Dean wrapped his fingers reluctantly around the string.

Dean glanced at Donna. He could tell. He just knew she could sense his reluctance. Maybe she had noticed that it was the first package Dean had gotten since he came to Hogwarts. Not that it had been a long time since Dean had entered into this particular school, it was just most people had gotten letters from home by then. Hell, Donna got a letter from home twice a week. Even Bobby John had gotten a post card from his foster father every two weeks.

Dean undid the messy, ominously tight knot as he pulled the string off. He slowly opened the newspaper wrapping to reveal…a tie.

Dean’s heart sank. It was a Griffindor tie, of course, but it wasn’t for Dean. There was slip of paper folded within the tie. TO SAM. Yet it was specifically sent to Dean. Dean’s hand was shaking, the one that was holding the tie.

“Dean?”

Dean didn’t move.

“Dean, are you okay?”

Dean glanced over at Donna.

“I…uh…”

Dean stood up, walking out of the Great Hall.

“Wait, Dean, you okay there?”

Dean turned around to see Benny.

“I saw you walking out with something. Let me see it,” said Benny.

Dean turned away from Benny. He hadn’t spoken to Benny for days, not since the Knitting Club. As Cas was avoiding Dean since that day, Dean had been avoiding his bunkmate.

Benny moved in front of Dean.

“Hey, come on. I know you’re angry, but you’re my best friend - I’m not going to just let you brood off in some corner. Now let me see what you got so that I can understand,” said Benny.

Dean looked down at the tie and froze. He just kept staring at it, at the message inside, thinking about the meaning behind it all.

Benny slowly took the tie from Dean and swore under his breath. Dean felt so vulnerable at that moment because he knew, he just knew that Benny was going to connect the dots, that he was connecting the dots. Benny knew Dean well enough to understand what was going on and that scared Dean more than anything else.

Benny pulled Dean into a hug. They stood there for a moment, and Dean hated the fact that Benny could see the hurt in Dean. Because Dean didn’t deserve this. He knew that, he knew it from the tie. He thought he was going to be okay with this. He thought he was going to be fine, with being this, with being in school when he knew he should be out there helping his dad find that son of a bitch who killed his mom, with having the audacity of being the wrong house, this Hufflepuff when he knew he didn’t deserve to be there if he wasn’t a Griffindor.

“You going to hug me back or are we just going to stand in the hall awkwardly? ‘Cause I’ll stand here until you hug me back, and I can stand for hours,” said Benny.

Dean groaned.

“Hours. You know that.”

Dean couldn’t help but smile, conceding as he slowly hugged Benny back.

“Good,” said Benny, pulling back, “I’ll give this to your brother. Say I accidentally got it in my mail.”

Dean rubbed his face, pulling himself together.

“Why?” asked Dean.

Benny raised an eyebrow.

“Why what?” asked Benny.

“Why do you even care? I’m such a mess. I don’t even know how I’m doing so well in classes,” said Dean.

“I care because you’re my friend,” said Benny, “And if you don’t care about yourself, someone has to. Maybe if someone cares for you, you may see that there’s a point to caring about you. And, yeah, you’re broken, but you’re not as broken as you think you are. You’re smarter than you think you are too.”

Dean doesn’t answer that. He’s not sure how to feel about that. Because it’s not like people haven’t said things like that to him, it’s just…it’s just he doesn’t think he can believe it himself. He doesn’t feel like he deserves thinking that.

“Oh yeah, and Dean, before I go I wanted to say…”

Dean looked to Benny.

“…Sorry. I know your friends with Cas, and I may have been a bit harsh. I’m only harsh because I don’t know much about the guy, but what I know is fishy.”

There was a pause.

“What do you know about Cas exactly, anyways?” asked Dean.

Benny sighed.

“Transferring is pretty rare at Hogwarts. The first person who I ever saw transfer before you was Cas. A lot of rumors go around about the guy, but what I know for certain is that he has connections to the school that he didn’t know about before he came or around the time he came. I also know the people who are supposedly related to him are not people you’d want to mess with. People who are his cousins, brothers, sisters - They run things that are above laws, or perhaps just avoiding them. If you want to know more, you should ask this guy.”

Benny took out a scrap of paper and scrawled something down. He handed it to Dean.

“Balthazar Novak? Who’s he?” asked Dean.

“Blonde. Tall. Seventh year Slytherin. He runs a lot of things on the down low. You can find him with this,” said Benny, handing Dean an old looking piece of parchment.

Dean flipped the paper, looking at both sides.

“How’s this supposed to help me?” asked Dean, “This has nothing on it.”

Benny grinned.

“Use your wand on it,” said Benny more in a whisper than anything else, “Place the tip of your wand on the parchment and say ’I solemnly swear I am up to no good’. You’ll see why it’s great once you do that.”

Dean glanced at the doors of the Great Hall. Students were filing out swiftly, heading to their classes.

“Okay,” said Dean, “Thanks, Benny.”

Benny patted Dean’s shoulder.

“No problem, brother,” said Benny, disappearing into the ocean of teens and tweens.

Dean hid in a corner of the library after classes, glancing down at the piece of old parchment Benny had given him. He had been staring down at the parchment for a good fifteen minutes.

“Well?” asked Donna, “Are you gonna do something with that piece of paper or what?”

Dean jumped.

“Merlin’s Beard, where’d you come from?” asked Dean.

Donna blinked.

“I’ve been here for like ten minutes. Come on, Dean, I can see something magically weird happening from a mile away. Now, do what you’re supposed to be doing with the sheet of paper,” said Donna, glancing over at the paper.

“I’m doing something that’s probably dangerous. You sure you’re up to this?” asked Dean.

“I want to be an auror when I’m older, so I have to be up for danger. I thought you didn’t like danger, though,” said Donna.

Dean smirked.

“I’m fine with it if it’s something I can’t avoid,” said Dean.

Dean took out his wand, placing the tip on the parchment.

“I solemnly swear I am up to no good,” said Dean.

the parchment immediately sprung to life, revealing a map with names moving around.

“I think this is all of Hogwarts…Why’s Charlie Bradbury standing so close to Durmstrang’s Champion? Dorothy something?” asked Donna.

“I don’t try to think about questions like that. Come on, I see Balthazar on this. Let’s go,” said Dean, beginning to walk off.

“Wait-what? Balthazar? Why him? That weirdo gives me the creeps,” said Donna.

“For Cas. I have some questions that need answers,” said Dean.

Donna simply smiled, nodding as the found themselves at the entrance of the room of requirements, a tall blonde man standing nearby. It was the young man who dragged Cas away in the train.

“Hey!” said Dean, walking over to him, “You’re Balthazar right?”

The blonde man looked Dean and Donna up and down.

“And you…you are Dean Winchester, and this is Donna Hanscum. You two hang out with Cassie, right?” asked Balthazar, “Oh! Wait, no. You used to hang out with Cassie.”

Dean glared.

“We wanna know what’s going on,” said Donna. Balthazar turned his gaze to her, raising an eyebrow. She started stumble on her words, less confident in what she was saying. “Or-er-he does, I just sort of liked having more than two people I spoke to.”

“You’re a bit sad, aren’t you?” said Balthazar, “You know, I have potions for that. Ones that will get you friends.”

For a moment, Donna looked like she was interested. That was, until Dean gave her a look. She looked away awkwardly.

“I only want to know what’s up with Cas. I’m worried about him,” said Dean.

Balthazar sighed.

“Look - you seem like a sweet kid. And Cas talks about you a lot-”

“-He does?-”

“-Not the point. The point is that there are some things that wold be better for you to not know, for your own sake, and right now may not be the best time to hang out with Cas.”

Dean stepped forward.

“Does it look like I care about that? I’ve been in dangerous situations before. I can handle anything Cas throws at me,” said Dean.

“Why do you care?” asked Balthazar, “You’ve only been at this school for, what, two months? Why is being friends with my cousin so important to you?”

“Because Cas likes to watch the bees,” said Dean immediately and without even thinking, “Because Cas would wait out a whole class with wailing roots just to be able to have free time with the more popular flowers and watch the bees. Because Cas would rather watch the clouds outside and contemplate whether or not we should test lipstick on monkeys rather than face the crazy tasks we’re given every defense against the Dark Arts class. Because Cas looked at me and told me it was okay to be a Hufflepuff and he’s the only one who actually made me feel like it might be okay. Because he said he’d be my Meg, and I want to return the favor.”

Balthazar blinked.

“Yeah, I didn’t understand any of that,” said Balthazar.

“Me neither,” said Donna, “Who’s Meg? Is there a friend you have that I don’t know about? That’s not fair, Dean, I need more friends, you already have like ten!”

“It…It doesn’t matter. Can you tell me anything?” asked Dean.

Balthazar sighed.

“If you really want information, you should ask Cassie himself,” said Balthazar.

Dean was getting tired of dealing with Balthazar.

“Then where can I find Cas?” asked Dean.

Balthazar sighed.

“Check the Astronomy tower. He always liked high places,” said Balthazar, “Made him feel like he was flying when he was a little bit.”

Dean narrowed his eyes.

“You knew Cas before he came here, didn’t you?” asked Dean.

Balthazar merely grinned.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out,” said Balthazar.

Dean walked up the Astronomy tower alone. Donna wasn’t fond of heights herself and decided to 'guard the entrance’. Reluctantly, Dean walked into the room at the top of the tower.

Cas had opened the ceiling, allowing the night sky to flood the roof. Constellations swarmed above them and Dean could only gaze up in awe at the view.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” asked Cas.

Dean slowly walked over to Cas, lying down next to him.

“Do you need help?” asked Dean.

Silence loomed in the air. Cas turned away from Dean.

“It’s none of your business,” said Cas.

Dean turned to Cas. Cas looked slumped. He was skinnier than before. He didn’t look too good. He wasn’t doing well. Dean didn’t know why, but he was sure this wasn’t just the Triwizard Tournament.

“Look,” said Dean, rubbing his eyes, “I don’t have to know. I don’t need to know what you’re doing, not until you’re ready to tell me. Let me at least just help you.”

Cas turned to Dean.

“I can’t put others in harms way, my conscious won’t let me,” said Cas.

“Then let me help you with the Triwizard Tournament,” said Dean, “If I help you lift some of that burden, maybe that will at least help you.”

Cas smirked.

“You know that’s illegal, right?” said Cas.

Dean rolled his eyes, allowing himself to grin.

“Oh, like anybody cares.”

They both snickered, standing up.

“I’m glad I’ve become friends with you, Dean,” said Cas.

Dean’s grin only became bigger.

“Yeah,” said Dean, “Me too, Cas.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

anonymous asked:

"How about... Jack for a boy, Rose for a girl." I smiled cheekily at Balthazar who glared back at me, rubbing my swollen belly. "Don't even think about it, Y/N."

“How about… Jack for a boy, Rose for a girl.” I smiled cheekily at Balthazar who glared back at me, rubbing my swollen belly.

“Don’t even think about it, Y/N.”

“Hey, I’m the one carrying the baby. I get to make some choice.” I laughed. Balthazar sat next to me and wrapped his arms around my stomach.

“The baby doesn’t like those names.” He told me. I rolled my eyes.

“You could be lying for all I know.” I pointed out. “I mean, how I do know?”

“Fine. Jack or Rose is a middle name.” Balthazar suggested.

“Oooh! How about Celine?”

“No!”

Balthazar is five when he first wants to wear a skirt and doesn’t understand why his parents won’t let him. They tell him it’s not proper, he’s a boy and boys don’t wear skirts, but it doesn’t really make that much sense. But if his parents say it, he supposes they’re right, they’re grown-ups and as far as Balthazar knows, grown-ups are always right.

Balthazar is six when he finds his mom’s lipstick in the bathroom closet and he puts it on just for fun. He’s seen his mom use it a million times, but when he tries it for himself, it’s actually a lot harder than it looks. He smiles when he looks in the mirror then, his lips a soft pink, but his smile falters when his mom walks in and yells at him for twenty minutes straight.

Balthazar is seven when he realizes that music is his best friend. When he plays music, his parents are proud of him, when he plays music, he’s proud of himself, he feels safe, he loves it. He doesn’t have to be anyone when he sits in front of a piano, he just plays and the music fills him up and he is happy.

Balthazar is eight when a group of stupid boys laugh at him because he can’t play football. “What are you, a girl?” they ask to mock him and for the first time Balthazar realizes that being a girl is somehow supposed to be a bad thing. He doesn’t know what to reply to that question.

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The camp has been destroyed. I-just-walked-all-over-your-Lego-city, destroyed. Tower of Babel, destroyed. Devastated. Ruined. Dean doubts there is any object that hasn’t been overturned or trampled on.

And right in the middle of it all: “Angels.

Castiel makes a beeline for the shortest one with honey-brown, slicked back hair and an easy smile. The other angel is wearing the same kind of material as Castiel, but it’s been fashioned into a kind of knee-length wrap skirt that leaves him bare-chested, the gold trimmed fabric swaying every time he gesticulates to his friend. They’re speaking in some fast-paced musical language Dean can’t even begin to understand, but sounds like a song and a sigh all rolled into one, and reminds him of warm summer days goofing off with Sam. Every so often, Dean recognizes Cas’s name bubbling out between excited speech, but the gorgeous language is a buzzing in his ear compared to how overwhelmed he is.

Because Jesus Christ on a cracker: wings.

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One Word Prompts Are Open

I’m nearing the end of my list of drabbles from the most recent list. Ya girl likes to stay ahead of the game. So send me some one word prompts (nouns, adjectives, whatever). Try to keep them reasonable, that’s all I ask! As always I’ll list the characters I write for:

*The italicized characters are the ones I REALLY wanna write for lmao. So bonus points for those characters*

Supernatural: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Lucifer, Gabriel, Balthazar, Chuck, Michael, Crowley, Benny, and Samandriel (sometimes Bobby and Garth).

Criminal Minds: Hotch, Reid, Derek Morgan, and Rossi.

NCIS/NOLA: Gibbs, Tony DiNozzo, McGee, LaSalle, Pride, and Sebastian Lund (sometimes Brody).

Star Trek Enterprise: Archer, Trip, Malcolm

Quantum Leap: Sam Beckett (and sometimes Al Calavicci)