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stargazedwinchester · 1 month

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Comfort | Cas

Summary: You've been suffering from nightmares recently, and call upon a certain angel for comfort.

Sorry it's a little short compared to what I've written before! Hope it's still okay! Based on this request here, thank you!

Word count: 722

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You thought that nightmares were a thing of your past, or even what your day-to-day life is now.

Obviously, you wouldn't be living a somewhat normal life without them, of course, but it doesn't mean they absolutely frighten you half to death. You awaken, your heart feels like it is about to pound right through your chest. The dream itself felt so real, your eyes dart around to ensure that you're completely safe. You sigh in relief, forcing your eyes shut, and your hands covering them. "Please, God, just one night of sleep. That's all I ask." You moan, rubbing your eyes and then your face. "I beg. Just one night." You try to make yourself comfy again when there's a very quick whooshing sound coming from the front of your bedroom door. "Hi."

You jump, rapidly pulling your gun from under your pillow, and pointing it toward a man in a trenchcoat. "Jesus, Cas," You startle, lowering your gun. "You terrified me." You say, sitting up in bed. "Sorry, Y/N. I heard your prayer. You're struggling to sleep?" He says, cocking his head to the side. His eyes wide and full of sparkle. The feeling of comfort has suddenly taken over you once Cas' presence had been known. He's always managed to make you feel safe and protected, even when he's not around. You have always had a deeper connection to Cas compared to the Winchesters, but that didn't mean you loved them any less. It's just that your feelings towards Castiel are different... and they didn't need to know that.

Cas takes his coat off and hangs it on your door handle. His shoes as well. He pads over to the edge of your bed and faces you. "Yeah, the past few weeks have been difficult and I don't know why. I genuinely don't remember the last time I had a good night's sleep," You say, and his eyes lower to the sheets, then to you. "I want to try something." He says, looking up at you. His gorgeous blue eyes complimenting his features in the dim light of your bedroom makes your heart flutter. "Y-yeah, of course, what is it?" You ask, keeping your voice lowered. If either of the brothers heard that you've got Cas in your bedroom right now, neither of you would be able to live it down.

"I um," He starts hesitantly. "Is it okay with you?"

"Yeah, it is." You say, unsure of what his next moves are. He gently gets onto the other side of your bed, he leans back, one leg over the other. He places his arm under you, and gently moves you to lay with him. Your brain has all sorts of thoughts and questions right now, but it's best to leave it. "Do you... like this?" He asks, sounding unsure within himself. You grin. "Yeah. It's comforting."

"I've watched enough movies to know that this is what people in relationships do." He says, you look up at him and his eyes are shut. He looks content, and then he opens his eyes and moves his gaze onto you. Feeling nervous, you cuddle yourself closer to him, avoiding eye contact. Something like this happening definitely didn't cross your mind for what his plan was.

Your whole body relaxes at his touch. He slowly, but gently, moves his hand down to stroke your back. He keeps his gaze on you, a simper that never seems to fade. His tender demeanour puts your mind at ease as you place a hand on his chest. "You're so warm," You mumble, inching closer. "That's a good thing, right?" He says, and you nod "Mhm."

You calmly place your hand against his cheek, stroking his face. This time you make eye contact with him, and all he can do is stare at you lovingly. He's clearly enjoying this time spent with you, as it's not very often (if at all) that this happens. You reach up to him and give him a peck on the cheek, moving your hand back down to his chest. He turns over to face you, pulling you in so your head is underneath his chin, breathing in his faint smell of cologne. He cautiously rubs the bottom of your back as you both drift off into a deep sleep together.

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novafics · 10 months

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l Tech Angel l

Castiel X Reader

Warnings: Nothing much just fluffy goodness

Summary: Late night research turns into more after teaching Cas how to use the computer.

Word Count: 408

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“I will never understand you humans and knowing how to use all of this technology” it was currently late at night in the bunker, Sam and Dean had long ago gone to bed in preparation for the next days hunt, You and Castiel however decided to stay awake in order to get in as much research as you both possibly could before you all set off in the morning. It was becoming more and more clear that you were getting along much better than your winged friend was.

“You're not even on the search bar Cas” you stated trying your very hardest not to laugh at the angel’s struggles. You would have thought that angels would already know how to do everything before they got down here, them being all knowing beings and all but that has proved to be far from the truth as you watched on as Cas hap haphazardly started typing single letters on the keyboard not understanding how it wasn’t knowing what he wanted it to do.

“Here let me help”, you started getting closer to Cas scooting in next to him and leaning in a little more than necessary just to be that much closer to the angel. “This is how you use it, see?” you stated looking over at him, though due to your height difference you were more likely looking up at him even though you were both sat next to each other. As you looked over towards Cas however you saw that his focus was not on what you were showing him on the computer but instead focused on your face the entire time.

You don’t know whether it was the close proximity you both shared or the love sick face that he had as he stared into your eyes but in this moment you were so thankful of your decision to sit just that bit closer.

You both sat there in a comfortable silence staring at one another as Cas closed the gap between the two of you and kissed you with such intensity it quite literally took your breath away. “Who needs to understand technology when I have the smartest person in the world?” That statement was far from the truth, you weren't the smartest but to Cas he fully meant it and just knowing that fact made you feel so loved and appreciated that you fell more in love with the angel, if that was even possible.

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pexchybxbe · 2 years

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Inbox open for x reader fic requests!

Hallo! I'm opening up my inbox for just a couple fandoms, really only two.

Futurama and Supernatural.

Now, I will go ahead and say that I'm not too fond of gore, but I'll do small detailing of it if the fic request either says or implies it. I'm mostly open to fluff, but will do angst too. Smut is a meh, so it'll be like a 50/50 whether I decide to do smut requests or not.

Now, the list isn't long, but here are some character X Readers I'm comfortable with writing (only because I know the character well):

Philip J. Fry X Reader Leela X Reader Dean Winchester X Reader Sam Winchester X Reader Castiel X Reader Jack Kline X Reader Bender X Reader Amy Wong X Reader

Now, here are some of the !reader tags I'm willing to do:

upset/depressed!reader drunk!reader fem!reader nonbinary!reader male!reader gender-nonconforming!reader artist!reader coming out!reader (if reader is deciding to come out, whether it be sexuality or gender) and more if you guys think of any!

Some for only Futurama: stripper!reader alien!reader cryogenically frozen!reader and more if you guys come up with some!

Some for only Supernatural: vampire!reader demon!reader angel!reader spirit!reader haunted!reader hunter!reader and any more if you guys have something in mind!

I'll also do song fics as well with any of the !reader tags!

#supernatural #futurama #xreaders #supernaturalxreader #deanwinchesterxreader #castielxreader #samwinchesterxreader #turangaleelaxreader #philipjfryxreader #amywongxreader #benderxreader #samwinchesterxreaderr #fanfic request

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maddiehu7 · 3 months

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One shot ( castielxreader )

Warning : smut

Rating : mature

Summary : The Winchesters go out on a dangerous hunt and send cas to watch there little sister back at the bunker except he dose a little more than watch

"I don't need anybody to watch me cas I'm 23" I say looking at him annoyed

"Sorry y/n Dean and Sam in trusted me to look after you so I'm staying" he says with an apologetic look on his handsome face, I start getting mad but then I think maybe this could be fun

"Fine but if your staying then we're gonna have some fun" I say smiling mischievously cas swallows his Adam's apple bobbing up and down which is all manners of hot instead of grabbing him and kissing him like I want to I say

"I'll be right back" smiling I walk away to my room to grab every board and card game I could find and bring it all back to cas who has a confused look on his face

"Game night!" I shout plopping all the games on the table in front of cas who's sitting down looking at the games quizzically

"What is this stuff" he says bringing one of the games towards him

"Don't tell me you've never heard of board games" I say in dramatic shock putting my hand to my heart

"No" cas says looking embarrassed I smile he's so cute

"Well that changes tonight" I pull a chair over next to him and sit down I notice cas inhale sharply at the close proximity and smirk to myself, I pick up monopoly and hold it up to him and smile

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"Ugh not fair! how do I run out of money every time" I say frowning flopping back in my seat cas smiles in victory

"Another round?" Cas asks I look over at him with a "really" look on my face he laughs

"It's getting late anyway don't you need sleep?" he says

"Night owl like my brothers i guess" I say looking over at him I meet his gorgeous crystal blue eyes and get lost in them before I hear him calling my name

"You ok" I snap out of my trance and nod blushing

"Why is your face red" cas says confusion written on his face I get even redder more embarrassed that he noticed

"Um noth-nothing" I stutter and get up saying I need to get a glass of water I speed walk into the kitchen facing the sink I put my hands on ether side of it and close my eyes taking a deep breath suddenly I feel a breeze behind me when I turn around I see cas looking down at me

"Oh uh hey cas whatcha doing" he just keeps looking into my eyes quizzically like he was studying my every emotion I wonder what he's thinking when I look away he pulls my face back by my chin

"Cas" I whisper he slowly leans into me closing his eyes and pushing his lips against mine I tense us not knowing if this is a good idea but after a couple seconds I can't help but relax into his kisses I moan softly opening my mouth more enabling him to push his hot wet tongue into my mouth who knew making out with an angel could feel so dirty, he suddenly pulls away to which I groan from the loss of contact

"Are you sure you want this" he looks at me seriously caressing my face softly I nod eagerly going to kiss him again when he pulls away

" I need to hear you say it y/n" he says looking me in the eyes

"Yes please cas" he smirks lowly

"Good girl" a pool of wetness spreads between my legs with just those 2 words coming from his godly mouth

"Fuck me" I sigh loudly his smirk widens

"Soon but for now" he says in his deep baritone voice before reaching down to kiss me again I smash my lips against his desperate for any kind of touch from this teasing angel he smiles through our kiss his hands run up and down my curves settling at my hips where he lifts me up onto the counter as if I weigh nothing I yelp in surprise which makes him laugh

"Oh shut up" I say laughing back before pulling him back into me grasping at the baby hairs on his neck he groans making me even more turned on he starts playing with the hem of my shirt before finally lifting it over my head looking at my body like no one ever has before I start to feel self conscious and go to cover up with my hands

"No don't, your the most beautiful thing I've ever had the pleasure of looking at" he says pushing my hands away I smile shyly at him not believing how lucky I got to have him in my life, he looks all over my body running his hands over my stomach grasping my hips and pulling me into him so that our bodies are pressed tightly together

"Your turn" I say he looks confused until i push his coat off his muscular shoulders I start unbuttoning his shirt slowly with my forehead pressed against his when I reach the bottom I pull back pushing his shirt of him softly admiring every part of his chest I start exploring his heavenly body with my hands touching every part of him I could he inhales throwing his head back closing his eyes in pleasure I look up at him loving the expression on his face I jump down which makes him look back down at me I grab his hips and switch our positions he looks at me wondering what I'm doing I look up at him smirking, I lean into his neck peppering kisses up and down his throat putting my hands on his shoulders running them up and down his chest scratching him lightly he groans looking at me with so much lust in his eyes it sends a shiver down my spine I lower myself onto my knees slowly kissing around his chest on the way down I put my hands on both his thighs looking at him silently asking for permission he nods yes practically begging me to continue I smirk putting my hands on his belt buckle undoing it painfully slow I pull it out of the loops throwing it somewhere to the side I then go to his pants undoing them equally as slow

"Y/n please" he begs me to hurry, for something anything

"Patiences cas" I continue smirking up at him he groans lowly I finally undo his pants and pull them down with his underwear making his cock bounce free, god he's big I think to myself, I slowly lean towards him licking the tip slowly making cas gasp feeling my wet tongue on him after all the anticipation was better than heaven I move my mouth to take him all using my hand for the part I couldn't fit sucking him slowly my hand rubbing him up and down looking up at him I see him looking at me a moaning mess grasping my hair in his hands guiding me up and down he holds me at the base of him a little to long making me choke he let's go a little allowing me to breathe its so hot seeing him submissive and dominant at the same time I reach down to touch myself before he pulls me off him in a huff

"No y/n let me do that let me touch you" he says breathing heavy I nod standing up he runs his hands down the back of my thighs picking me up I wrap my legs around his naked waist having shorts on I can feel his cock poking my thigh and inhale deeply kissing him hard he walks with me over to the couch and lays me down slowly falling down with me he slides one hand up my body till he reaches the backside of my bra unclasping it throwing it to the side he pulls back to look at me his mouth parting slightly his eyes roaming my breasts he moves his hand to cup my breast massaging it flicking my harding nipple I moan loudly him watching my every move in delight he slowly moves his hand lower and lower till he reaches my shorts waistband playing with the fabric there

"Come on cas please" I say whiningly

"Patience y/n" he smirks using my own words against me what an ass I think trying to hide my smile, he finally pulls my shorts down with my underwear leaving me bare infront of this gorgeous man he looks at my wet pussy lowering himself to face me

"Father your amazing" he sighs out I smile down at him he lowers himself more and kisses my clit slowly I groan throwing my head back in pleasure

"Fu-fuck" I mutter from the built up pleasure he smirks into me licking my pussy with expertise he brings his fingers up to me massaging my clit well licking me up and down slowly, sensually he looks up into my eyes groaning seeing the pleasure he was bring me it vibrated right through me almost making me cum on the spot he notices and pulls of me making me whine

"Not yet I wanna cum together" he crawls up my body pushing my legs up around his waist

"How are you so good at this" I laugh breathless he smiles down at me his hand goes to his cock he looks at me asking for permission

"Yes" I whisper practically begging him he smiles and leans his head against mine he leads his cock to my entrance pushing in slowly making sure not to hurt me we both groan out loudly as he sheathes himself in me fully he pulls back to look me in the eyes as he starts pushing in and out of me we both turn into moaning messes fast as he starts going at me harder and harder with angelic speed he suddenly flips me over with a flick of his hand and starts pounding into me from the back he grabs my hair with his hand pulling my head up I moan loudly as he's huffing out groans left and right I start to feel my orgasm build and build until he leans over me and turns my head with the hand that's in my hair and kisses me still thrusting into me suddenly my orgasm rushes over me taking me by surprise I groan out into his mouth loudly I squeeze his cock tightly as my orgasm rakes my body at this he thrusts hard a few more times before cuming right after me spilling his seed in me moaning loudly he thrusts softly a few times to ride us down from our highs beofre pulling out laying down beside me

"Your amazing you know that" he smiles into my neck I laugh spent

"Mh maybe" I say smiling he laughs with me he snaps his finger and a blanket appears he spreads it around the both of us cuddling into me I smile I could get use to this

"I love you y/n" he says looking at me nervous of what I'll say back

"I love you to cas" I say smiling brighter than I ever remember being able to he leans his forehead into mine smiling with me we both fall into a comfortable sleep

#fanfic #smut #oneshot #castiel #supernatural #cas x y/n #castiel x y/n #castiel x reader #wattpad #writers on tumblr #cas x reader #smutty fanfiction #fanfiction #short story #sam winchester #dean winchester #praise me

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icecream-and-gadreel · 1 year

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#spn #supernatural #polls #maybe THIS will awaken my gorgeous fandom #pls guys I miss you #castiel #dean #Sam #gadreel #gabriel

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ao3feed-castiel · 2 years

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From Castiel

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3Gtx9Xp

by LucifersOtherSpawn

Words: 229, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Dear You (Comfort Character Letters)

Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Castiel, Reader

Relationships: castielxreader - Relationship

Additional Tags: castiel - Freeform, reader - Freeform, Supernatural - Freeform, Comfort Character, comfort character letter, Dear You, Winchester - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3Gtx9Xp

#IFTTT #cas #castiel #spn #supernatural #ao3feed

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binxiboo · 3 years

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You Can Sleep, I’ll Keep You Safe.

Supernatural Masterlist // Full Masterlist

Castiel x Reader

Maybe one of these nights you’ll sleep. Like you'll get some actual sleep, not one of those naps that the Impala lulls you into on a long trip, but a sleep where you dream of things that don’t wake you up in the middle of the night and scare you so much that you can’t bring yourself to go back and try again.

See, because Cas was an angel, he didn’t need sleep. So, normally, he’d spend his nights somewhere around the bunker, either reading in the library or ‘researching’ American television programmes. No matter what he was doing, he was always there for when you couldn’t face the nightmares.

Recently Castiel wasn’t around at night. In the daytime, the angel still arrived to wherever you were to help with cases, but he’d disappear each evening, never telling you where he was going. You’d tried asking Sam and Dean where he’d gone but they told you they claimed to not know either. You knew they were lying but couldn’t be bothered to push it.

“Y/N, you look exhausted.”

“Gee, thanks, Dean.”

“You’re welcome.”

You dragged yourself, wrapped in a fluffy blanket, around the bunker to the kitchen to get a mug of coffee. You stumbled into every surface you could possibly lean on. Dean was too absorbed into whatever he was doing to notice the noises you were making every time you had a corner of something jab you in the hip.

You sighed, finally making it to the coffee machine, and blinked repeatedly trying to focus your constantly blurry eyes. You rubbed your face trying to wake yourself up. No matter what you did, you couldn’t focus your vision. Your eyes began to water, but you couldn’t tell if you were tired or actually upset over your mind’s confusion.

You knew lack of sleep wasn’t good for your body or your mind. It can make a person fuzzy, evidently, make them feel insane and lose any sense of being. You felt like you were slowly submerging into that state. The little naps just didn’t even it out. You needed Cas.

“Where the fuck are you?”

You looked around half expecting him to turn up, but knowing that he wouldn’t. You were right. You wandered back to where Dean was sitting. He acknowledged you with a nod and carried on reading. You blew gently on your coffee embracing the silence resonating in the bunker, well, apart from the page turns from Dean and his book.

“Hey, can you pass me that book? The one on the coffee table?”

You got up with a smile, discarding the blanket and happy to help Dean out. But that soon faded as the exhaustion caught up with your body and you collapsed almost straight to the floor. Dean had moved fast enough to keep your head from hitting the floor.

“Shit, Y/N!”

Sam emerged from his room at the loud sound of Dean’s chair falling over and hitting the floor. You looked up, eyes finally in focus.

“What?”

“What do you mean, ‘what’?”

“Why am I on the floor?”

“You just fell. Out like a light.”

“Huh.”

You went to get back up, brushing Dean off, but your head whirled, pushing you back to the position you were in. Sam approached the two of you.

“What’s happening, Y/N?”

“Look, since Cas has been disappearing every night, I haven’t been sleeping.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was napping on the car rides and I thought they’d cover it.”

“You just collapsed!”

“I said thought. Anyway, I’ve called Cas every night and nothing. You two weren’t telling me where he was. I guessed he was doing angel stuff, so I gave up.”

“But you still could have spoke to us.”

“No offence, but it wouldn’t have made a difference. Castiel’s presence just… relaxes me. Like my entire body and my mind actually stops feeding me nightmares.”

You sat in silence for a few minutes, the boys still processing what you’d just told them. You closed your eyes to stop the world spinning.

“Y/N…”

Castiel. You wanted to look up at the angel, but your head was too heavy and too dizzy to move. Dean picked you up and sat you on the sofa. Castiel coming to sit next to you. You sat, making no attempt at speaking.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I knew you don’t sleep well. I didn’t want to leave you every night but there’s a mess in heaven that really needs sorting.”

You were still silent. You heard Sam sigh and rub his face. They did know. Of course they knew but why couldn’t they just tell you?

“I’m here now. You can sleep now.”

You meant against him in agreement, fearing what will happen if your head even moves slightly. He gently manoeuvres you and picks you up, being careful to support your head. Your eyes remain closed as you feel him place you onto your bed.

“You can sleep now, I’ll keep you safe Y/N.”

He pulls the sheets over you as Sam walks in. You assumed he was bringing in the blanket you’d left by Dean’s books. You were proven right when you felt the fluffiness over your arms.

“Thanks, Sam.”

Castiel showed his gratitude to the younger Winchester as he closed the door behind himself. He pulled you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You snuggled into his side, resting your head on his chest, finally feeling safe and calm enough to drift into a dream filled sleep.

#castiel #casxreader #castielxreader #castiel x reader #dean winchester imagine #supernatural

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jazzywrites · 2 years

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Back in Time part 5

Hey guys! Sorry for the long delay!

Pairing: Castiel x non-gender specific reader

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No ones pov

The younger Winchester explained what they know to Bobby. The older versions staying quiet while shifting awkwardly from side to side.

This was weirder then they thought. Seeing their, supposed to be, dead surrogate father, alive. It was heart wrenching.

Bobby seemed to pick up on their strange behavior.

“Am I dead in your time? Why the sore faces?” Bobby probably meant it as a a joke, but his words made everyone from the future tense up.

“Shit.. for real?” Bobby asked with a more softer voice.

Dean rubbed the back of his head with a sour look plastered on his face.

“Well not technically,” he started looking over at his bother for assistance.

“It’s a long story that we probably shouldn’t tell you,” Sam jumped in with a sweet smile.

“Whatever you say,” Bobby continued to look throw his lore books on his desk.

That was way easier than they excepted.

“Y’all said she’s in Tulsa?” Bobby asked as he took a swig of his whiskey.

They all nodded their heads and waited for the old man to finish.

“Then what the hell are you doing sittin ‘round here. Take your asses to Tulsa, ya idjits!” Bobby proclaims as he dramatically sat in his chair.

“We were wondering if he can borrow a car?” Older Sam finally was the one to ask, his voice cracking just slightly.

“You know where to find em,” was the last thing Bobby said before he was nose deep in a time traveling lore book.

They all collectively walked to the junkyard, awkwardly.

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Oldest Dean ended up finding a car and everyone from the future huddled in, as the present went back to Baby.

Dean was the first to break the silence, “this is freakin weird.”

“Tell me about it,” y/n said as they stretched in the back, “I’ve been here the entire time.”

“Did you get hurt?” Cas asked with a soft voice that was laced with worry.

“I had a small headache but that was about it,” y/n smiled at Cas in earnest.

The moment was cut with Dean fake vomiting, “you’re gross.”

They all laughed and started up the car and their trip to Tulsa.

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Sorry for long wait. I completely forgot where I was going in this story that is also why it’s so short. Anyways hoped you guys had a very happy holidays.

-Jazzy

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Empty Inside | Castiel

Summary; Being empty inside is a natural description for both y/n and Castiel. They are the lesser of their kinds, despite fighting for their causes for so long. But that rendering sensation has helped bring them closure, for they understand each other in a way that nobody else can quite comprehend.

Warnings; minor angst, mention of death, little bit of fluff i guess, insecurities, being compared to others, frustration

The anatomy of a human was a strange thing to sight, but the feelings were just as confusing.

Each of the Winchesters were complex beings, even whilst being such small, insect like examples of existence.

When God had created them, he was proud, but Castiel was confused as to why that was.

He was a warrior of Heaven, he had seen great things in his blinding vision, and this, the experience of watching them, having to pretend to be so tender for his cause was confusing.

Dean was outright blunt; a part of the angel liked that about him. There was no cutting corners with the eldest sibling, and a part of him appreciated that.

Although, to tell the truth, admittedly the celestial being found it hard to read him.

He used things like ‘sarcasm’, as the primates had described it, often. And it bugged him to no end.

It was simply saying something with exaggerated efforts, whilst meaning another. It was a feature he couldn’t quite comprehend the importance or use of.

Then, there was Sam, the middle child, and the perfect vessel of Lucifer. It didn’t matter what happened to him in the long run, but for now it did, considering Dean’s ample rendering of how he needed him so.

There was no splitting apart the siblings, for they were one another’s life lines, as he had come to learn.

Somehow, and it amazed Castiel, all of Sam’s mistakes were cast aside, even at the most dire times. Their reluctance to give up on one another was downright noble, yet irritating all the same.

The youngest of the brothers was a hazard for the other; his inclination and addiction of drinking demon blood didn’t sway the counsel of the angels.

It only reminded them that their brother that was cast away, was to one day return in order to bring the world on its knees so that the apocalypse could overcome every obstacle on it.

And finally, there was the sister of the sibling trio. Y/n, and if Castiel speculated correctly, then she was the logically smartest out of them all.

Her attitude towards him was simple; she understood why he kept on his main course. There was no reason for him not to, he had never been taught differently, and he was doing nothing more than his duty.

If anything, he could sense a breath of pity filling the air anytime they were in each other’s company.

There were so many words that made reasonable sentences in her head, but she opted to remain silent, knowing that he preferred it that way.

He wasn’t at all there for her, his mission was to protect Dean, as proven whence he grasped him out of perdition.

That was no bother to her, it only made things awkward, as she would put it. Castiel, to his feathery luck never experienced such uncomfortable feelings.

But she still, no matter kept that human weakness about herself, foolishly embracing it as though it served any good against the dark forces squandering and escaping hell.

Again, her family was her purpose to fight, and admittedly, they knew as well as he did, that that factor would be each of their downfalls.

And as he sat in the motel room, awaiting their ambitious return, when the door swung open, it was the female alone. There was dirt smothering her face, and trapped in the cords of her hair, and Castiel frowned at the sight of her.

“Dammit!” She kicked the bedpost, gaining the utmost intrigue out of the angel.

Y/n was never one to be so blatant in expressing her frustrated emotions, but it appeared that tonight, something had happened, and irked her greatly.

It confused Cas, as Dean had dubbed him, as to why she was behaving that way, and so, he simply asked.

“Has something unwanted happened during the hunt that you went on with your brothers?”

It was a first, seeing her wearing a scowl aimed directly towards him, but eventually she sighed, and let her guarded expression fall down, and crumble at her feet.

“That’s one way to put it.” A somber sigh followed after her words, confirming her active annoyance, of which the angel assumed was not pardoning her siblings. “Dean was saying, or ‘simply giving me the idea’, of hitting the road, and missing this whole apocalypse business. He thinks I should live life a little before, in case he and Sam don’t manage to stop it.”

Castiel clasped his hands together, he had seen people do the same in chapels when praying, but he was not wishing to speak to his father, for he knew that there would be a lack of response.

It was instead a mannerism that the body that he was borrowing found comfort in doing, and so he was inclined to allow it follow its natural instincts.

“Have you ever thought that your brother has wanted a normal life for you? I think that was how he meant to come across, and you simply may never have another chance to experience such a way of living if things fail.”

The angel leant forward, watching as her brow furrowed with a signal of distress. Her mind was torn, stuck between two things; the desire to run and never look back on this life, and the other to remain, and fight beside her family, or at least what was left of it.

“Yeah, a normal life.” A humoured laugh slipped from her chapped and thirsty lips, her head nodding at the prospect. “I am sure that is why he taught me how to shoot a gun, and behead my first vampire.”

She sat alongside the angel, he was not sure why, but he thought she may have found comfort in being beside someone, even in his case it be a celestial, powerful force that was a warrior of the above. “Are your family the same; do they think that they know what is best for you?”

He wasn’t used to being asked questions, at home, as he knew it as, he was instructed. His opinions nor the thoughts in his mind were never up for discussion; if he stepped out of line, he would surely be compared to Lucifer. And that was a major insult, if not the worst for his kind.

“My father, wherever he is, has everything in an avid plan. There is a reason for everything; after all, he is the creator of all life, and each individual atom of it. We are all his children, from the plants to the great and ferocious creatures of the Sahara. It is no doubt that God knows best.”

Despite being intrigued by humans, this one in very particular, he was still loyal to his original course. No matter how swayed he felt, there was no absence in getting off track from it.

“But what if he doesn’t?”

In the form of it, it felt like an insult, but Castiel remained silent, allowing the lesser being woman to continue her speculator dialogue.

There was no harm in words, so long as it didn’t push down the belief of his father, or revealed that she was on the alternative side. “The Bible makes you out to be some great warriors, and I understand that the stories are written rom mankind’s scripture, however, if he is so holy and prosperous, he shouldn’t need his children to complete his bidding. With a snap of his transparent fingers, all the bad, anything that opposes him could be gone. So why isn’t that the route he takes to fix his troubles?”

It was a perspective that Castiel had never thought of before, and it raised some of his enquiries in his mind that had shrunken to fit into this form.

The creations, mortal or otherwise had so many flaws, and if he wanted, he could resolve the issues in a second, overwriting anything that he simply did not like.

And if done, and all was bent to his will, then the world would be a safer habitat, and there’d be no agenda in saving it, for it would not be necessary.

“Because there is no story to it.” Muttered the resident of heaven, bowing his head in shame. “And Dean would be wrong to send you away, for you have your own, and that choice in staying, or leaving is up to you. But if you pardoned yourself from this script, then you would not be around, and out of all of you Winchesters, I find your company the most calming and least irritating. If you were one of the vessels, I would then have much, if not more, faith in your succession. However, you are not, instead you are-”

“Empty inside.” Y/n finished his sentence, able to do so because she was well aware of her worth within the universe.

The impact that she was to have on it was never to be as large as Sam or Dean’s, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t in her best interests to make the planet a better place.

Hunting was practically all that she knew, and if that was ripped away from her, then she wouldn’t be sure what to do.

There would be no other purpose for her to live; many hunters felt the same, even if their reputations were slack and unknown.

It was the self knowledge of saving lives that served as the fuel to continue onwards, and it was the way of thousands within the unemployed business.

And most died within this life, such as her parents, and too many more. John, her father had been hellbent on finding a demon, with lustrous, dangerous yellow eyes.

But now, after his unfortunate end, and benevolent sacrifice, all that they had learnt from him and Bobby had been scrubbed clean.

They had been introduced to a new slate, one involving angelic asses, that thought it their right to boss the earthly primates around, giving them orders that were those sent by god.

But none of them knew how hard being a human was, there was no going back or turning time. All were stuck with the consequences of their rash choices, much like Lucifer, who wanted to be loved more than God’s latest project, but instead, in the rise of his destruction, was tossed aside.

To every villain, there was a reason for their change in heart. In some kind of messed up, collateral way, y/n understood the devil himself, even if she had yet to come face to face with him.

They were different, and that was okay, and Castiel was the same. He was crafted with a crack in his surface, and though he wanted to do good, he wasn’t quite sure which side served that purpose.

“Not empty.” The angel corrected her, seeing more than his brothers and sisters could in a simple human. “Rather, a haven from the chaos. The others of my family may narot be able to visualise your lack of use, in their fleeting eyes, but I happen to, very well. Whilst Sam and Dean do have a trait within your family to be both light and darkness, you are the grey between their two distinct colours. And whilst their prominence is famous, they are ignorant to all the shades that you emit. There is nothing wrong with being overlooked by an angel, instead, you should see it as an example of luck.”

“Do you overlook me, Castiel?”

Her head tilted, grasping onto every line that appeared sternly on his handsome face. They were side by side, and Castiel turned his head to be focused on her, it brought their expressions closer to one another’s naked eye.

Y/n was indeed grateful for all that he had done to help the survivors of her family, and his opinion of her, for some peculiar reason, mattered to her.

It was normal for the messengers to look down upon their stock of cattle, for they were superior in both the sights of the lord, and the mortals themselves.

And she would not be insulted if he did, for he was just another one of his kind; he was not supposed to feel anything towards her mistaken species.

Y/n knew far too well of the inclined penance that the angels were worth from humans, they had done bad by them, ruining hte home that god made for them, shaping it to die in their own pollution.

“Not at all.” And whilst his sentiment was not accompanied by a smile, or any indication at all that he wanted her to do so, y/n was too in touch with her natural motions, that she leant in and kissed Castiel.

He didn’t kiss her back, nor did he pull away, he remained still as she moved her mouth over his. “You do realise that this is not my body, do you not? I am dressed in the appearance of Jimmy Novak, we are very different and-”

“I meant to kiss you Cas, not some stranger.” Y/n informed him, upholding a sweet and innocent face. “You’re nice, for an angel. I think you were assigned to earth for more than angelic duties, I think you belong here.”

Castiel gulped at that. It was true, he was put on this vastly deficient planet due to his orders.

But he wasn’t quite following them all the way through; he was becoming rather attached to these humans, and that was why he could not let y/n leave.

It didn’t matter that his brother had suggested the idea to Dean, he was not going to allow her to depart from him.

She was the only thing that he had found in all of his eternal life that had made him prosper with the sensation for existing for more than fighting historical wars.

Before meeting her, he felt like some kind of manmade machine; empty inside, working only by the wires that were flowing with energy from a power source.

But he had found that he no longer needed that supply, for he was crafted for a figurative cause, but he had found another that he preffered.

The crack in being broke a little bit more, and he licked his thin lips, having a desire for y/n to kiss him again.

Instead, she shook her head, standing to watch out of the motel room window, and await the return of the two prominent vessels; Sam and Dean.

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angelofthetrenchcoats · 4 years

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Keep quiet (NSFW)

Hii! This is my very first english fanfic. English is not my first language, so if something doesn’t make sense, I’m sorry xd I hope you’ll like it!

Castiel x reader, slight Dean x reader Warnings: smut, kinky (is that a warning? xdd), Castiel (cuz we all know he needs his own warning), probably a lot of mistakes lol Words: 770

Everything was silent. The bunker was empty. The Winchesters had another case out of town but they were supposed to come back soon. I was the only one in the whole building, at least that’s what I thought.

As I was walking to the kitchen, I heard footsteps coming from behind me. Before I could even react, I was pinned to the wall by two strong arms. All I could see were two blue eyes of the intruder. I relaxed a bit until I realized he’s not letting me go.

“Shh, keep quiet.” He said quietly. Then we were suddenly in the bunker’s library.

“What-” I tried to ask what are we doing, but he growled - actually growled, what the hell Cas? - and pushed me onto the table. I gasped, then I felt his lips on mine. His lips were soft, I could taste a bit of honey in that kiss. His hands were roaming my body until they got under my pajama shirt. It was one of Dean’s old t-shirts that he let me borrow. What the hell got into that angel?

“Cas-” I tried again, I could hear Baby’s engine outside the bunker. I tried to push Cas off of me, but he wouldn’t move. His hands dangerously dipped under my shorts. I let out a quiet moan before I heard the door open.

“We’re back!” Sam called. Cas’s hand slowly moved into the front of the shorts. I could feel his fingers in between my soaked folds.

“Keep quiet, they can’t see us, but they can hear everything.” Cas whispered into my ear. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. Cas slowly pushed two of his fingers into me and started moving them in and out. I had to bite my knuckles to keep quiet.

Sam and Dean walked the few steps up to the library from the war room. They looked worried because I haven’t come to say hi to them yet. I usually meet them at the stairs to the bunker and hug both of them.

Castiel added another finger and I frowned before I let out a quiet whimper. The boys didn’t seem to notice and continued to walk into the corridor leading to the kitchen and our rooms.

“Cas-” I moaned quietly as he took a step back and took his fingers out of me, just to undo his pants and pull out his hefty erect member. I bit my lip as he took me by the hips and pulled me closer. I could feel his leaking tip on my clit as he was trying to pull the t-shirt off of me. I helped him by putting my hands up, so he could just pull it off. He threw the t-shirt away. I saw it land next to the door. Then I almost screamed as he pushed himself inside of me in one quick hard thrust.

“Did you find her?” I could hear Sam and Dean coming closer to the library again. I gasped as Cas put his hand over my mouth and started slowly thrusting into me.

“No. If she left, why didn’t she leave a no-” Sam’s words were cut off. I could see both of them from the corner of my eye, as Dean slowly picked up the t-shirt that Cas threw away.

“Well this wasn’t here before.” Dean smirked and looked around. Sam groaned.

“Castiel I swear if you’re on one of the bookshelves again-” He was cut off by my loud moan as Cas sped up his movements.

“Well this isn’t awkward at all..” He murmured under his breath before he walked away. Dean stayed and stood there, trying to find out where Cas and I were this time. I saw his eyes widen. Cas must have made us visible again. Dean gulped and adjusted himself in his pants.

“Dude, I put my food on that table!” He said with a frown.

I felt my walls tighten around Cas. I let out a scream before I came around his cock. He groaned loudly into my ear before I felt his warm seed spilling inside of me. He then pulled out and with one snap of his fingers, we were clean and had our clothes back on.

“Hello Dean,” said Castiel as he finally turned to look at him. I gulped and jumped off of the table. I had a small satisfyed smirk on my lips.

“Your turn, De.” I said as I slowly made my way to him.

“Disgusting!” Yelled Sam from the corridor. After that I could only concentrate on how Dean’s lips perfectly fit mine.

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splendidcas · 4 years

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Ruined

*repost from a while ago when tumblr deleted my nsfw works!*

Request: *clears throat* ahem. I have a request. The reader is a demon and is assigned to torture Cas and the smut ensues. Love your work 😍

Pairing: Human!Castiel x Demon!Reader

Words: a little over 3k (GO ME)

Warnings: dirty talk, bondage, hella smut, oral (giving and receiving)

In your countless centuries as a demon, you had heard many things about the Angel famously known as Castiel. Some described him as clever, cunning, and incredibly smart. A skillful fighter and not one to trifle with. Definitely not an Angel you’d like to run into while going about your daily demon business.

But as time passed, others began to say that he was weak, spineless, and a traitor to his kind. And, even more interesting, you’d also heard several whispers that he was devastatingly handsome.

Taking all of these things into consideration, you were more than intrigued by the infamous Castiel. Which is why you were positively elated when your superior gave you the news that they had finally captured him and brought him down into the interrogation room. You were the head interrogator, which meant that for the next few hours, you’d have him all to yourself.

You had been told by your superior that Castiel was now a human, however, and that he was hellbent on convincing everyone that Metatron tricked him into making the Angels fall. Your job was to figure out whether or not that was the truth.

“Think you can handle him?” your superior asked, his arms crossed as he glared at you.

You rolled your eyes. “I’ve been the head interrogator for 3 centuries now, in case you forgot. I can handle him, especially considering he’s human now.”

Your superior nodded in acknowledgement, his hand now pointing to the door of the interrogation room in front of you. “Get some answers. You have two hours. If you haven’t cracked him by then, we kill him.”

You sighed and muttered out an ‘ok’ before walking into the interrogation room and closing and locking the door behind you. You turned around and there he was, the fallen Angel that you had heard so much about: Castiel.

His hands were cuffed and hanging on a long hook above his head, his expression weak, sullen, defeated. His white button down shirt and black pants were ripped in several places, his hair tousled in every direction.

And he looked…delicious.

“Well, well, well,” you spoke cheerfully as you walked toward him, the click-clack of your heels echoing around the room which each step you took. “Those other demons just didn’t do you justice, did they?”

Castiel looked up at you then, his jaw clenched, his eyes glaring daggers through your skull. But he said nothing.

You grinned. “What I mean is, you are much more attractive than they made you out to be, Angel. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

He turned away, his expression bitter. “You mock me.”

You crossed your arms, your brow quirking up as you stood directly in front of him. “Because I called you ‘Angel’? Sweetheart, you might not have the grace pumping through your veins anymore, but you’re still an Angel at heart. Still a ‘soldier of Heaven’, as they say. And that’s exactly why you and me are still considered enemies right now.”

Castiel clenched his jaw, keeping his gaze to the side.

“Not much of a talker, are you?” you noted, slowly beginning to walk a circle around him. Your eyes took in his broad shoulders, strong arms, long fingers. His shoulder-to-waist ratio was enough to make your thighs quiver, and you licked your lips as you thought about all the things you’d like to do to him. Given the chance, you decided, you would absolutely ruin him for anyone else. You’d make him yours in the most carnal ways you could think of.

And then you realized.

Now was your chance.

You cleared your throat as you made your way back in front of him. “So, I gotta ask. Why’d you make all the other angels fall, Castiel?”

His nostrils flared angrily. “It was not my doing,” he growled, and then he turned to you, his brow furrowing in suspicion. “Why do you demons care?”

You shrugged. “I really don’t know. I’m only an interrogator; they don’t tell me much.”

He scoffed, much to your amusement. “I’m sure.”

“Don’t believe me?” you asked, smirking. “Well, whatever, flyboy. It doesn’t matter what you think. I’m only here to do my job, and right now, my job is to get answers out of you by any means necessary.”

“Then why don’t you just go ahead and carve into me?” he challenged. “I’ve already told you that it was not my doing.”

You gave him a pouty look, your hands coming up to idly fiddle with the buttons of his white shirt. “Oh, no, Castiel, you got me all wrong. I would never harm a hair on that beautiful little head of yours. You’re much too beautiful to carve into, Angel.”

Castiel sucked in a breath as your hands disappeared underneath the bottom of his shirt, sliding up his chest and running your thumbs gently over his nipples. “What are you doing?” he asked, his breathing starting to become rugged.

“Torture is so overrated, don’t you think?” you questioned, unbuttoning his shirt as you stared into his eyes. You smirked, seeing his pupils dilate. You were getting to him. “Personally, I think pleasure gets the job done.”

Castiel closed his eyes, willing himself to stay focused and stay away from you as best he could. “No.”

“No?” You quirked a brow at him, sliding your hand down to his hardening cock and gripping it through his pants. “I think your cock says otherwise.”

He whimpered at your touch, his hips just slightly bucking up into your hand.

You hummed contently, pulling away and sliding your hands up his chest. His skin was so soft, his muscles hard underneath your fingertips. You couldn’t get enough of him. “You’re so sensitive, aren’t you? I bet you’ve never even orgasmed before, have you?”

Castiel said nothing, instead swallowing thickly as his cock twitched at the loss of your touch.

“What if I sucked your cock? Would you like that, Angel?” you asked innocently, getting down on your knees in front of him and sliding your hands up his thighs, the sensation making him shiver.

He clenched his jaw, obviously refusing to say anything. If he said it out loud, he would be giving in. He couldn’t let his weakness show.

But you didn’t mind. Instead you grinned, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down with his boxers in tow, freeing his gorgeous cock. Of course he was perfect down there, too. “Oh Angel, you’re just perfect, aren’t you?”

Castiel let out a needy cry as you gripped the base of his cock, your hot breath hitting his leaking tip.

“I won’t continue until you tell me why you agreed to work with Metatron,” you declared, pulling slightly away from him. “Tell me and I’ll suck it, Castiel. I’ll even let you come wherever you want.”

He let out a low growl, the sound hitting you right between your legs. His chest was heaving as he fought the need for you, his eyes shut tight.

“Come on, baby. I know you want my mouth on you, sucking you dry. All you gotta do is answer my questions,” you coaxed. After another moment of silence, you flicked the tip of your tongue over his pre-cum, and he inhaled sharply.

“I…I wanted to save heaven,” he grunted out, looking away from you. “I wanted to redeem m-myself, please…”

You quirked a brow at him. “Please what?”

He looked down at you then, a desperation in his eyes that made your pussy clench in excitement. He was pleading with you to not make him say it out loud, but you weren’t going to let him off that easy.

“You have to tell me what you want, Castiel, or I can’t give it to you.”

He sighed in frustration. “Please, just...suck it.”

You grinned. “Suck your cock? Only since you asked so nicely.”

You wrapped your mouth around his tip, sucking and groaning at his salty taste. Your tongue swirled around him before you lowered your head and took him all the way, ignoring your gag reflex as you began to bob up and down. The sounds he was making were downright pornographic, so needy and desperate and full of lust. You had never experienced anyone so sensitive to your touch, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on. You could practically feel your wetness seeping through your panties at this point.

Keeping your mouth on him, you snuck your free hand past your panties and began rubbing your clit, moans and whimpers escaping your mouth. Evidently, the vibrations coming from your mouth were his undoing, because he came not even 5 seconds later. He cried out loudly, his arms yanking against his restraints as he shuddered. You swallowed every drop he gave you, licking him clean and pulling off of him a moment later.

“How was your first orgasm, Angel?” you grinned, wiping your mouth as you stood to face him. You were surprised to see his eyes nearly black with lust, his jaw set tight as he stared you down. He looked damn near predatory and it was…hot.

“More,” he growled.

“You want more, baby? I would love to give you more,” you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss. Your tongue massaged his, eliciting another groan from him. You pulled away after a moment, looking into his eyes. “All you gotta do is keep being a good boy and answer my questions.”

He swallowed thickly, his gaze locked on yours before he nodded.

You smirked. “Perfect. So, next question. If the Angels falling was not your doing, I’m assuming it was Metatron’s. What’s his end game? Why would he want all the Angels to fall?”

Castiel’s head fell and shook slightly, as if he was trying to understand it himself. “I’m…not quite sure. I think he just wants heaven all to himself. I think he wants to be the new God.”

“Awesome,” you muttered under your breath before standing up straighter, looking back up at Castiel. “Alright, Angel. Since you’ve been so cooperative, this time, your reward is up to you. What do you want?”

He licked his lips, staring you down with a slight smirk. “I want to taste you this time.”

As much as you wanted that, too, you were a little wary. “The only way that’s happening is if I let your arms off of that hook, Angel.”

He looked at you with a blank stare.

You scoffed. “I’ve heard things about you, Castiel. I know how clever you are. I want it bad, don’t get me wrong, but I’m not letting you out of those cuffs.”

“That may be true,” he agreed. “But not only am I not done with you, I’m also human. I have no means of escaping. I’m all but useless right now.”

You watched him carefully, weighing your options as your arms crossed in suspicion.

“And if I remember correctly, you told me that if I answered your questions, I would get to choose my reward,” he continued. “And what I want is to handcuff you to the wall and taste you.”

“Oh,” you responded lamely. Your knees went weak at his words as you bit your lower lip. You knew letting him off of that hook was going to be a risk, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t willing to do just about anything to have that man’s tongue inside you. You took a shaky breath as you walked toward him. “Fine. Don’t make me regret this, angel.”

He smirked. “You won’t.”

You stood in front of him and snapped your fingers, immediately freeing his arms from the cuffs and hook. In a second he had you pinned against the wall, his hands ripping your blouse in half and yanking your skirt and panties down your legs, not waiting for you to step out of them before he was sucking down your neck and jaw.

“F-fuck, Angel, where’d you learn all this?” you gasped out, your fingers tangling themselves in his soft locks.

He chuckled against your skin as he unhooked your bra and threw it to the side. “I’m not an idiot. I’ve watched humanity for centuries, you know.”

“Touché,” you panted.

He then grabbed the cuffs that were chained to the wall and clasped them around your corresponding wrists. He stepped back to look at you and grinned, admiring his own handiwork.

“You gonna put your mouth on me or what?” you asked impatiently, the ache between your thighs starting to get uncomfortable.

He narrowed his eyes, smirking at the challenge in your voice. “Believe me, I am.” He knelt down and got between your legs, turning his body so he was facing the same way you were. His mouth was hovering over your quivering pussy, his hot breath against your wetness making you quiver. “Tell me what you want, Y/N, or I can’t give it to you,” he teased, repeating your words from earlier.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you groaned. “Please, just--eat me out already!”

You almost hadn’t gotten out the last word because he shoved his long tongue inside you, curling upward and stroking against one of your sweet spots. You cried out, your head lolling back as he licked and lapped at your soaking pussy, practically burying his face inside you.

“Oh, fuck, just like that, baby,” you groaned, encouraging him to keep going as you bucked your hips, starting to ride his face.

He let out a long, approving groan, the vibrations against your pussy making you quiver. His tongue was relentless, his mouth easily coaxing you into one of the best orgasms you’d ever had in mere minutes.

“Oh god, oh fuck, yes, Castiel!” you cried out, your back arching as you came hard, Cas’ mouth never ceasing until you writhed against him from the sensitivity.

Cas pulled away and stood up, wiping his mouth with a dazed smile and watching you. “How was that?”

“Let me down and I’ll show you how it was,” you commanded. The only thing currently on your mind was having his hard, thick cock inside you, the thought alone clouding any and everything else.

He licked his lips and unlocked the handcuffs, and immediately you had him pinned to the wall. Your lips slammed against his, your hand sneaking down and gripping his cock, which was already hard again. He groaned into your mouth, placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you around before shoving you against the wall, his lips making their way down your neck.

“You don’t have any more interrogating to do?” he asked, the sound of his voice muffled against your skin. His hand came down and cupped your pussy, a growl leaving his throat at your wetness and the sound of your whimper.

“I don’t care,” you whined, jumping up into his arms as he pinned you against the wall, his cock now resting against your abdomen. “Just want you to fuck me.”

Castiel hummed wantonly, capturing his lips with yours before he placed himself at your entrance.

“You gonna fuck a demon, Castiel?” You grinned against his mouth, egging him on. “I knew I’d ruin you for anyone else.”

He growled at your words and slammed into you, the sudden stretch of your walls burning in the best way. You cried out as Castiel immediately began practically fucking you into the wall, wasting no time in setting a punishing pace. You were full of him, the feeling addictive as you wrapped your legs around him and pushed him deeper.

He groaned before pausing his thrusts, quickly walking over and placing you onto the interrogation table. He pushed you down to lay flat on your back before he resumed thrusting into you, his hands gripping your thighs tightly for leverage to drive even deeper inside you.

“Fuck, fuck, Castiel, yes!” you cried out, gripping the edges of the table. You were unable to do anything but take what he was giving you. You were astonished that he had never done this before and yet he was by far the best you’d ever had. The coil inside your lower belly suddenly wound so tight, it was ready to break at any second when he reached down and rubbed your clit. You practically came screaming his name, your pussy clenching and convulsing around him, sending him into his own release.

He groaned loudly, his voice echoing throughout the room as he emptied himself inside you.

He stayed inside you for several moments afterward, the both of you catching your breath and coming down from your highs. You winced slightly when he pulled out of you, his hand coming up to wipe the sweat off his brow.

“So,” you sat up, biting your lip as you felt yours and Castiel’s arousal drip down your thigh. “How was your first time, Angel?”

Castiel smirked, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for a passionate kiss before pulling away, picking his clothes off of the floor and putting them back on. “I suppose you have to hand me over to your superiors now.”

You snapped your fingers and you were dressed and clean, one of the perks of being a demon with powers. “Nah.”

He turned to you, his brow furrowed in confusion. “You’re…not?”

Grinning, you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “No. I got my answers, we had a hell of a good time doing it. You’re free to go.”

“This isn’t some sort of trick?” he asked, narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

You laughed, pulling away from him and ushering him toward the door. “No. Now, no one is going to be on this level for the next hour, so you better hurry up and get the hell out of hell.”

He looked like he was at a loss for words. “I…thank you.”

“No need to thank me, Angel,” you smirked. “And if you ever wanna do this again, you know where to find me.”

Castiel smirked.

He just might have to take you up on that.

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fndmxreader · 3 years

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TITLE : in the arms of an angel . PAIRINGS : early seasons!castiel x reader. PROMPT : imagine waking up from a particularly bad nightmare and cas comforting you. WARNINGS : mentions of blood, guts and corpses from a violent nightmare . panic attacks .

THE NIGHTMARE WAS TORTURE WITH NO PLOT . were it not for the demon wards scattered across the room, you would’ve thought it was down to someone actively trying to hurt you and not just an over reactive imagination . you could feel the blood stick to your skin even as your body shot up, your ears ringing and straining, still hearing the screams in your mind - there were so many bodies, mangled and twisted into nothing but mush of guts - you could see the way the people alive would get cut down, you tried to save them, tried to run towards them and protect them from the unknown entity in the dark - but you couldn’t, WEAK the shadow monster screamed as you failed to reach them, PATHETIC it repeated going onto the next victim . it wouldn’t stop, when will it stop ? UNTIL EVERYONE YOU LOVE IS DEAD . it was then dean came into view, sam ... castiel ... your hands flew over your ears and you screamed, not truly registering that you’re awake and rocking on the bed, your mind far too focused on the imagery that it previously threw at you to really have a grasp on reality .

YOU HEAR YOUR NAME . it’s gentle but urgent, you try to focus but it simply slips away in favor of the nightmare - there it is again, firmer this time followed with a hand on your shoulder that did nothing but make you flinch violently away . but the person wouldn’t stop, wouldn’t ease until you were back in reality, back with him . you feel a dip in the bed, this time both hands placed on shoulders firmly, giving a comforting squeeze - your name again, but this time it was your nickname . eyes flew open and the moment they do, the crying only seems to get worse, though it was the form of relief than anything else .

“ I HEARD YOUR DISTRESS CALL, i came as soon as i could - “ castiel wasn’t very good at comforting, though he makes up for it all with his want to do good . you say nothing, even if you wanted to it was impossible with the violent wheezes and gasps from the panic attack that seemed adamant on staying - instead, you open your arms out, the man takes a moment to understand - the minute he does he’s dragging you into his arms, a hug that was gentle but grounded you as much as it could in the moment . the angel simply lets you cry, lets you weep, sob and shake - from what he does understand from human emotions, from dean and sam, it’s about letting ones like these run its course . in your state, it wasn’t smart to try and rush it along . so instead, he shuts his eyes and runs a hand through your hair, playing with the strands and brushing them of their knotted state . then he decides to try something new .

HE SINGS . in his mother tongue : enochian . the sound is similar to that of a choir, low and gravelly with a sweet undertone that has your sobs silencing - it takes a while, but it happens, like subconsciously you’re trying to hear the man better . he doesn’t stop, not even when you fall limp in his arms from emotional exhaustion, in fact when that happens he just scoops you up in to his arms more, practically cradling you and wanting to do anything to protect you from both the outside world and your own mind . your ear is pressed against his chest, there’s no heartbeat, but the vibrations are more soothing than any regular beat . your eyes open, staring up at the man with tearful eyes . you swear, in that exact moment, you could see a halo, a glow that eloped him that you couldn’t help but gaze at in awe, even in your state .

“ C - CASTIEL ? “ it hurts to speak, but somehow you manage . his singing instantly stops, you already miss the sound . his eyes open and stare down at you, head tilts in question, eyebrow raising, urging you to continue without saying a word “ TH - THANK YOU “ you don’t want to talk about it, he knows that too . but he’s already aware of the images that went on in your mind, he wishes he could’ve been there to take them away, to stop them - it’s the first time he’s felt truly powerless .

“ THAT’S ... QUITE ALRIGHT . though a thanks isn’t needed “ voice low, a borderline whisper as he brushes his fingertips across your cheek “ you are tired, you need sleep . i won’t leave you “ quickly added on at your panicked expression, not helping but using a small dose of his grace to help you melt back into him “ i will watch over you “

#castielxreader #castiel x reader #spnxreader #spn x reader #spnxreaders #cas x reader #fic #im sof #the title is very memey but ... necessary LMAO #dirtysupernaturalimagines

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bloodstainedellie23 · 4 years

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Balthazar had found you, your soul singing to him. His soulmate, only for you to hate him and fight like heaven and hell. Introducing you to his brothers Castiel and Gabriel he finds you are their soulmate as well. With social anxiety and picking at any flaw until there is nothing left, you have a hard time seeing what they do. Being independant you despise Balthazar's clingy, almost stalkerish nature, but will the two of you see eye to eye as exams near and with the Apocalypse nearing full swing? What's worse, Satan himself is your soulmate too, and if you thought Balthazar's actions was something you hated you haven't seen a possessive, egotistical, hot tempered Arcangel.

Balthazarxreader, Gabrielxreader, Luciferxreader, Castielxreader. Soulmate. Romance.

Fanfiction by: SnowSinofDeath on

Location: Wattpad

Title: Caged Bird

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jtownraindancer · 4 years

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castiel x reader: can we be strong

[a song sprint to Cold War Kids’ Can We Hang On. little on the angsty end, but i won’t apologise for that. thanks for reading!]

You couldn't recall the name of the bar, couldn't recall exactly how far you had run to get away from the motel, away from the worried faces, away from him.

A quiet exchange of words, a conflict of interests, misplaced accusations-

His calm features had clouded over in the course of mere seconds, your own temper rising to greet it.

Always the strategist, always the warrior-

He chose the words that would cripple you, two rapid-fire strikes that ripped all fight from you, left you struggling to find purchase of any kind in your surroundings.

There was no mercy in his eyes, only the cold, calculatory, cerulean Celestial glare that had witnessed the Great Flood, that had surveyed the siege on Bahgdad. He was unaffected by how his own words had wounded you, expression passive as you felt your control slipping away, moisture limiting your perception, a chill carving deep in your bones.

You had rushed away, barely thinking to grab your jacket and wallet before rushing out into the fogged evening, boots pounding against asphalt and cement and grass as you kept running, desperate to put as much distance between you and Castiel as physically possible.

You had heard Sam's voice calling out to you, his own footsteps fading away as you kept going, adrenaline and pain propelling you to a reckless speed you would not have considered in any other scenario.

You kept running, constantly rubbing at your eyes in effort to stop your tears, his words replaying in your head in a steady refrain, shards digging deeper and deeper with each repetition.

You tried to reassure yourself; Castiel couldn't have meant any of it. He must have spoken out of anger, using the dirtiest form of self-defence to stop you from hurting him.

The logic had you slowing, steadily reducing your speed to a stroll, awareness coming back to you.

He loved you.

It wasn't intentional.

He loved you.

He didn't mean it.

He loved you.

But that didn't mean that his words hadn't hurt.

If you knew the Seraph, his face had most likely crumbled almost immediately after your departure, regret consuming him before you had even made it past the parking lot.

Dean probably was giving him the lecture of the millennium, and Sam undoubtedly was worrying beyond all comprehension.

You felt your head droop, eyes studying the sidewalk as you continued to walk on.

There had been a time when Castiel had been the skip to your pulse, when his smile alone could make you feel as if you could fly, when the blue of his eyes was the only colour you would dream of.

There was a time- years ago, now- when you had both tumbled awkwardly into the beginnings of your relationship, tripping over your words and unable to meet each other's eyes whenever you would hold hands.

You had both grown together- you into an adept Hunter, he into a more autonomous Being- every battle you faced together an intricate dance routine easier than breathing.

Like an idiot, you had ignored the signs of his discontent, had feigned ignorance of his increasing irritability, pretended the sparks of irritation igniting infernos out of formerly pleasant banter weren't born from a deeper problem.

The orange glow of neon caught your attention, the familiar scent of woodsmoke and the rumble of classic country successfully snagging your interest.

A drink. A moment to think.

Water was the only thing you craved, and soon you found yourself sitting in one of the black stools, arms folded under you as you rested your elbows on the counter, your corner of the room cast in soft blue light.

Why had you let things spiral so far out of control?

If you had just talked to him-

When had you reached the point in your relationship when you felt it easier to keep things quiet, as opposed to the beginning when you could so clearly, freely, openly share everything with one another?

You couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he decided you were no longer worth the effort, if he was finally through masquerading.

Where would it leave you?

Where would you be now, if he hadn't been there with you for all these years?

Where would he be, if you hadn't fought so hard to save him?

The thought teased a fresh bout of tears, and you quickly downed several swallows of your drink to contain them.

With the passing hour, you slowly came back to yourself, dragging the tattered fragments of your pride back to where they belonged.

The boys were probably having a field day; you noticed with bemusement that you had forgotten your phone in all the emotional chaos.

You requested one more drink- this time a soda- and fell back into your seat with a sigh, eyes closing as you whispered his name, a prayer and a plea woven together into one.

You were unsurprised to find that he had yet to arrive; perhaps he had finally reached his breaking point.

The thought elicited a bitter laugh, falling past your lips as you once more slouched over the counter, studying your reflection in the glossy finish.

Tomorrow, you decided, you would try to make your apologies.

Tomorrow, you would demand his.

Tomorrow, you would finally have the conversation both of you had been avoiding for months.

That was, of course, if your head would let you move past his final words to you, would let you finish the night with some sort of sanity.

You were on the cusp of considering another motel when you felt his presence, years of living with him having long ago attuned your senses to the space he occupied, to the sounds of his feet on the floor, to the way the world would shudder so slightly with his arrival.

Unwilling to abandon your comfort entirely, you only turned your head to face him, features softening as you took in his haggard appearance.

He breathed out your name, the regret in his shoulders and the furrow of his brow earning your forgiveness before he could even request it.

Who were you kidding; you would forgive him for casting all the stars from the sky if he asked it of you.

You offered a watery smile, gesturing to the empty stool beside you, the weight on your shoulders lifting significantly when he accepted the invitation.

Together, you had weathered worse storms than this, had vanquished demons far more formidable, conquered monsters far more powerful.

The conversation ahead would hurt, undoubtedly.

There was a chance that you had lost the opportunity to talk things through, that the words he had chosen to cut you wouldn't scar over entirely, that this December-mayfly romance had already met its end.

But dammit all-

You were selfish.

You were going to hang onto Castiel for as long as you could.

Forever, hopefully.

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throne-of-embers-and-storms · 4 years

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Seeing the Stars

Castiel X Reader

It was midnight and Dean, Sam and I had just arrived back at the motel. I look up to see the whole sky is blanketed in pure black without a star in the sky. Three months have passed since all angels fell from heaven and during that time I have joined the Winchesters on their hunting trips. I had to get used to human life fairly quickly once I fell and I still have many difficulties understanding the humans strange customs.

"Those vampires were a bitch…bar anyone?" Dean asks the two of us whilst already heading in the direction of the bar across the street from where we are currently standing. But suddenly, a metallic thrumming noise starts from the alley way to our left.

"Can you guys hear that or is it just me?" Sam, the younger Winchester, asks with a confused yet curious expression on his face.

"Never get a break around here…" Dean mutters quietly under his breath. The three of us start walking towards the alley where the noise appears to be coming from. At the end of the narrow aisle, a strange blue blur is appearing in and out of my vision. Is this some kind of demon trick?

The three of us inch our way to the strange sight ahead of us at the end of the alley, weapons in our hands. The blue blur takes a few seconds until it starts to materialize into an actual sight. A blue box with the words 'Police Phone Box' stand in front of me and it comes in and out of my view a few more times before it stops.

"Uh, Cas. Any idea here?" Dean asks me with wide eyes. I don't reply because honestly, I'm just as clueless right now. So instead I just shrug and the three of us start to move closer to the box ahead.

Out of nowhere though, the door is burst open by a man with a bow tie and shaggy brown hair who quickly takes in the sight of myself and the two Winchesters on either side of me as well as our, not so concealed, weapons.

"Uh, there's no need for weapons. I'm not here to hurt you." The man says with his hands slightly up as if in surrender. What is this blue box? I've never seen something like this. It just appeared... seemingly out of thin air.

"Who are you and what the hell is that?" Dean shouts at the man in apprehension and fear of the unknown.

"I'm the Doctor and this is the TARDIS. She's my ship. Who are you?" The Doctor asks.

"This is Dean and Sam Winchester," I say with glances at the two hunters. ", and my name is Castiel. I am an angel of the Lord." I say to the man in front of me.

"An angel? Well, I haven't seen an angel in centuries. Please come in. Let me show you around." The Doctor says, ushering us all into his TARDIS. Seen an angel? So he's met my kind before...

Who is this man? I have never heard of this Doctor, although he seems to know of my kind. Walking into the box, I look around and stop. I can vaguely hear Dean shouting how we won't all fit in here, but stepping into the box, I see that it is bigger on the inside. How? This technology is more advanced than humans possess. If only I was an angel… then maybe I could do something. But I do not believe this man wants to hurt us.

"Cas, man. Get out of there." I hear Dean shout from the outside. The Doctor leans against what looks like the control console of this contraption.

"Dean, Sam. It's fine. There's nothing to fear. We'll all easily fit." I shout back to the two brothers standing outside. "What is this?" I ask the Doctor who has gone to a screen behind me and is looking at it intently and focused.

Behind me, Sam and Dean slowly and anxiously walk into the Tardis, guns in hand. "Weapons away. You won't be hurt in here." The Doctor says with a glance at the two and a confused glance towards me. Why?

"Y/N, come in here. We have guests." The man with the bow tie exclaims out of nowhere.

"No need to shout. I'm here." A girl with (Y/H/C) hair comes bouncing down the glass stairs on my left. Wow. She's beautiful. I've never seen a girl like her. The way she walks with such confidence. "Who are these people Doctor?" She asks the man with a friendly smile.

"Y/N, this is Sam and Dean Winchester. They stopped the apocalypse." He says motioning to the two behind me. Wait, How does he know that? Both are still looking in awe at their surroundings when they finally notice the girl called Y/N. Their eyes are focused on the girl in front of us and both walk forwards to be closer. She is stunning.

"Hello." She says with a soft angelic voice."I'm (Y/N) (L/N). This is the TARDIS. It's bigger on the inside due to sciency things, but I'm sure the Doctor hasn't explained a thing to you, going by your expressions that is." She says with a laugh towards the Doctor. "I guess you've never been in a time machine before. Wait apocalypse?" She says with a shock at the end, changing the subject.

"Against Lucifer." I offer to her. Turning her head, her (E/C) eyes meet my ice blue ones and all over I feel a warm feeling.

"Lucifer. What like the devil?" She asks and I nod my head as an answer, not being able to keep my eyes off her. "Huh, I thought they were just old stories you know, hell, heaven. In the future, religion really isn't a big thing. Nearly non-existent. Oh and you are?" She finally asks for my name in a sweet voice. Religion isn't a big thing, the future?

"Did you say the future?" Sam asks the girl. Her head turns away from me before I can answer and she starts to talk to Sam. For some reason I feel disappointment and another strange feeling to her talking to another man.

"Yes. I'm not from this time. I'm from the 51st century and live in what you would call London. Doctor what's going on?" She asks confidently. Her eyes shine with hope and dreams... and even a bit of rebelliousness.

"I found them outside. I've been wanting to meet you three for a long time. The ones that stopped armaggedon and that fight between the two archangels." The Doctor says whilst rapidly turning to us. His eyes are blazing with curiosity. "You've never met an angel have you (Y/N)?" He asks the girl.

"No. I haven't. Why? One of you aren't angels are you?" She says with the same curiosity in her bright (E/C) eyes as the Doctor. Her eyes shift amongst the three of us.

"My name is Castiel, I'm an angel of the Lord... or was." I say,my eyes falling to the glass floor.

"I was wondering about that. Where is your grace Castiel?" The Doctor asks, looking between the screen and I. That must be why he keeps looking at me strangely.

"Heaven was closed up and the angels fell. My grace was stolen by another angel, thus making me human."

"All angels fell?" (Y/N) asks me, stepping forward slightly.

"The trials right?" The Doctor asks. I don't say anything but stand in silent shock. How could he know that? "I'll take your silence as a yes." He says before checking more equipment on the console.

"How the hell do you know so much?" Dean asks angrily, obviously getting annoyed at the man's vagueness about himself. "Who are you?"

"You haven't told them?" The girl asks with a shake of her head before leaning on the console.

"I'm getting to it." The doctor replies, waving his hands at her to stop leaning on the controls. "So I'm the Doctor. I'm a Timelord from the planet Gallifrey and I'm very old. I'm basically a madman with a box." He says quickly, seeming to be in a rush. Timelord? I've never heard of a Timelord or Gallifrey before. "Okay, you guys ready?"

"Ready? For what?" Sam asks the man.

"An adventure." The Doctor says with an excited glint in his eyes before pulling down a lever. Then the doors shut and the room lurches up slightly. The metallic thrumming noise is heard again from the centre console of the room and everyone immediately goes to hold onto something to stop themselves from falling down. Sam, Dean and I are still in shock whereas (Y/N) and the Doctor are just laughing giddily to themselves.

"What the hell is going on?" Dean shouts from beside me.

"Wait and see." (Y/N) says calmly. Once the room stops shaking, the Doctor and (Y/N), who seems to be a companion of sorts, walk out of the room and step out of the doors. "Come on guys." She calls to us. Looking at each other, we slowly walk out the TARDIS and are shocked to see that we've moved.

"What..." Sam says, not being able to think of a solution for our shift in space. Laughing, (Y/N) and the Doctor look at us all and just walk around the place, commenting on the different species of people around us. Apparently we are not on Earth anymore and are on a planet far away. The Doctor says he just wanted us to see something and felt random at the time. I get the feeling that this is a normal occurrence with him.

During the day, the three of us had become settled into the new enviroment, Sam asking the Doctor plenty of questions about the universe and Dean trying every food he came across. I went a separate way, following (Y/N) as she showed me plenty of different things from a variety of cultures.

"Hey Cas. You hungry?" She asked me as she pulled me towards a cafe of sorts. "This place has great food. You'll love it." For some reason, I felt a connection towards this human girl from the future. She was beautiful, but it was more than that. I felt like I'd known her my whole life.

"Yes. I am actually." I answered to which she just smiled a breathtaking smile and pulled me to a table near a water display of sorts.

"Any idea what you want?" She asked me and when I looked at the menu I had no idea. As an angel, I never required food, but now, as a human, it was needed to keep me alive. Shaking my head at her, she smiled and ended up ordering for the both of us. "You'll like it, I swear." She says to me before starting on her food once it had arrived. I copied her way of eating, with both hands, the strange yet delicious food. I hummed in delight at the food in my hands.

All day I had been getting to know (Y/N) better, both of us asking questions about the other. She was interested in the fact that I was once an angel as she said that she had never heard of my kind. "(Y/N), if you don't mind me asking, but why did you join the Doctor on his trips?" I anxiously asked, hoping I hadn't 'crossed a line' as Dean says.

"Why not?" She replies with a laugh. "I had nothing keeping me home and I saw an opportunity to see the stars. Plus, I couldn't not go. Who wouldn't want to see the whole of time and space?" Thankfully I hadn't upset her but I'm curious as to what she means by 'having nothing to keep her home'.

"Why wouldn't you have anything at home?" I ask quietly. Her face dropped and I immediately started to regret my question. "I... I'm sorry. Forget I asked." I hurriedly say before she cuts me off.

"No it's fine, Cas. Really..." She says before stopping for a second. "My parents gave me away when I was a child and I grew up in an orphanage with a bunch of other kids. I never had a real family and all I had when I was older was my job. I was a soldier in the army but I lost my friends and squad due to an attack and I couldn't carry on. So I left the army and met the Doctor. We've been travelling together ever since..." She says and my hand immediately finds hers. I don't know why, but her soft small delicate hand in mine feels right.

Smiling at her, I become lost in her eyes. Bright with happiness yet hurt from her past at the same time. A slap on my back brings me out of my thoughts, and I notice how I had unconsciously moved closer to her. Both of us jump away from the close proximity and I turn around to see the Doctor along with the Winchesters smiling at us knowingly.

"Well. As much fun as the day has been, you should probably get back. Come on. I'll take you three back home in the TARDIS now." The Doctor states before walking back to the blue box that brought (Y/N) to me.

Walking with Dean and Sam, the two ask me about (Y/N). "So what? You like her?" Dean asks with a grin.

"Maybe...I don't know." I answer but like isn't a strong enough word. There's just a connection between us two and I feel like she can see into my soul, if angels had one that is.

The two brothers laugh but quieten down by the time we arrive back at the TARDIS. All five of us enter the room and the Doctor immediately starts to set the controls to our time. The Winchesters and (Y/N) laugh about the differences between the present and the future as well as things they have seen today. The TARDIS starts making the same metallic thrumming noise and after a few seconds the Doctor opens the doors with a click of his fingers and I can see we are back where we started.

"Well. It was nice meeting you three. Today has been fun. If you ever have any alien trouble give me a call." The Doctor says before turning around to look at the screen once again.

"See ya Doc, Bye (Y/N)." Dean calls out with a wave before stepping out of the box.

"Yeah. Bye guys." Sam says before following his brother. Now I have to leave. I probably won't see her again.

"Goodbye Doctor. (Y/N)," I say, walking up to her where she is standing at the door saying goodbye to Sam and Dean. "I'll miss you. Goodbye." I reluctantly say before walking out of the box.

"Goodbye Castiel. I hope we meet again." She says with a smile and bright (E/C) eyes. She turns to close the door but I quickly grab her wrist.

"Stay with me." I ask her, wanting nothing more than to kiss her in that moment.

"I can't. I'm sorry. The Doctor... needs me. He can't be alone. It's not good for him." She answers, looking back at the Doctor worryingly. She told me how close the two were. Almost like brother and sister.

"Oh..." I say. Disappointment showing clearly on my face. "Well. Then I guess this is it." I reply, letting go of her wrist reluctantly. My hands already missing the contact.

She steps forward suddenly and grabs my face within her hands. She looms down at my lips before flitting her gaze to my ice blue eyes. I lean into her touch until I feel her soft lips brush against mine. I lose myself in the kiss, forgetting about the fact that I'll never see her again. My hands reach up to twist in her (H/L) (H/C) hair. After a minute we break apart.

She pulls away and steps backwards, back into the blue box behind her. "Goodbye Cas." She says with a sad smile that doesn't reach her eyes before closing the door between us. My shoulders visibly fall at that moment. Already missing the warmth I felt whenever she was near. After a few seconds the TARDIS starts humming that metallic noise and the wind around us starts to pick up slightly.

"Cas. You okay?" Dean asks me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"No. But she'll be happy with the Doctor. Seeing the stars." And with that I walked away, never forgetting the girl that stole my heart within a day. Hopefully I'll see her again...

#castielxreader #spn #xreaderinsert #castiel #castiel oneshot

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jazzywrites · 3 years

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Back in time part 2

Hey guys hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Castiel x non-gender specific reader

Warning: baby winchesters

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Y/n pov

Y/n sat in the back of the Impala, soft clicking came from Sam’s fingers as he typed. He’s been searching the witch the entire car ride. Which has felt like an eternity, sitting here doing nothing but answer the small questions that Sam had.

The silence started to itch at Y/n. Feeling annoyed the sat up, leaning over the front bench for the radio. They click it on and AC/DC started up as they sat back in their chair.

“You listen to AC/DC?” Dean asked with such admiration. Y/n snorted at the happiness that took the older Winchester.

“Kinda have to. You listen to one album over and over,” they smile at the bitch face they received from the review mirror.

“It’s so weird that you know us, but we don’t know you.” Dean stated while he shifted in his seat awkwardly.

“Yeah, it is” Y/n responded as they looked out the window, seeing that it had started raining.

“I never asked, what year is it?” They asked as they looked over at Sam when he tensed in his seat.

“2010,” Dean said calmly as he took a left on the road. Y/n nodded as they fiddled with their fingers.

“Lucifer, huh?” Y/n’s heart started wrench knowing Sam’s outcome by the end of the year.

“Yeah, him,” Sam mumbled as he pretended to continue searching even though Y/n knew he was done.

“You know what’s gonna happen. Mind enlightening us? We are kind of confused about what to do next.” Dean asked, looking at Y/n through the review mirror.

Y/n let out a strong sigh as they sat up in their seat uncomfortably.

“I want to tell you,” Dean looked at them with furrowed eyebrows, “I want to, trust me. But if I do, it might fuck up outcomes that might interfere with us from meeting each other.” Y/n shook their head as they continued. “I can’t risk that, I’m sorry Sam,” y/n said with such heartbreak.

Sam whipped his head back with a shocked face.

“What?! What happens!?” He shouted startling Y/n with the loudness of his voice.

A whoosh of wings cuts Y/n off from making any excuse that came into their head the quickest. Y/n looked over and there was Castiel. Two fingers lifted and landed on Sam’s head, making him pass out. The giant man fell headfirst into Dean’s lap.

“What the hell, Cas!” Dean shouted as he pulled over on the side of the road. Y/n had ventured to the other door, giving a wide width of space between them.

“Y/n will not give any information about the future. It will ruin the order.” Cas’ voice rough and demanding as he gave a glance to Dean then Y/n.

“Sam is okay. He will not remember the last 5 minutes of your conversation.” Cas enlightened as he looks at Y/n. He gave a head tilt when he fully looks at them.

“What?” Y/n said with roughness at the angel staring. He continued to stare not taking notice of the uncomfortable human.

“How did you find us, Cas. Thought our ribs were carved. Since Y/n/n here is from the future, their ribs should be carved too.” Dean asked as he drove back onto the road.

“They are carved,” Cas said with bluntness and no information whatsoever.

“Okay, enlightened us how you found us then, dumbass.” The annoyance in Dean’s voice was clear as day.

Y/n took in a deep breath, knowing full well why he found them so easily.

“Dean, we are soulmates. He can find me with ease. Like an itch in the back of his brain at all times,” Y/n explained while still staring at the beautiful angel. In the middle of Y/n's statement, the angel had stopped staring and was now looking at his fingers awkwardly.

“Thought angels don’t have souls,” Dean mentioned while pulling up to a motel and parking Baby by the entrance.

“Figurative speech, darling.” Y/n said smiling when Dean cautiously took Sam’s head off his lap when he exited Baby.

They got their room, 2 beds, and a pull-out. Dean went and tried to wake up Sam but obviously he didn’t. Dean glanced at Cas making the angel roll his eyes. Cas walked over and picked up Sam bridal style with ease.

They walked into their motel, y/n sat on the couch on the left of the front door. To the left of the couch was a small wall blocking the two beds. On the right side of the door was a small table and a chair. A small tv on a nightstand that stood in front of the two beds. Left side of the beds was a small closet and a bathroom.

Cas placed Sam on the bed closest to the bathroom. He sat up straight and turn to see Dean looking at him with confusion. He reciprocated the confusion giving his signature cute head tilt.

Dean shook his head and began, “don’t you wanna take Y/n on a lil vacation to Zachariah?” Y/n stood up at the sound of their name. They leaned their side on the little wall separating the beds from the couch.

“Yeah, what happened to that, Cassie?” Y/n couldn’t seem to stop the nickname from escaping their mouth. Cas didn’t seem to mind as he stood up straighter hearing the questions.

“Don’t you still got orders from Doctor dick bag?” Y/n asked as they walk passed both boys to Sam. The sadness in their eyes returned looking at the sleeping man. They sat by his shoulder reaching out to comb their fingers through his hair. Poor Sam.

“I do,” Cas started tensing up at his realization of disobedience.

“Yeah, what happened. Stopped listening to the narcissist?” Dean asked taking a beer from his duffel bag. Y/n was kinda amazed that it was still in tacked.

“I am just not,” it was hard for Cas to find the words for his sentence. This situation made Y/n sort as they lifted from Sam’s bed looking at the younger version of their boyfriend.

“Able?” They asked with a smirk. Cas’ head bowing down to look at his feet. His disappointment clear in his features.

“Happens when you love someone, Cassie.” Y/n smiled as they walked over to the almost fallen angel. They got close enough to be able to grab his trench coat and fix it. Situating the collar to look nicer.

“I-,” Cas started but Dean cut them off with a small cough as he took a sip of his beer.

“I think instead of the lovey dicey shit we should get Y/n back to their time. Older version of us must be worried.” Dean explained walking over to Sam’s laptop that he brought in. It was sitting on the little table. Dean took a seat, opening the laptop.

“Yeah,” Y/n said slowly as they smiled at the awkward blue-eyed angel.

“Cas can you zap them back, or no?” Dean asked as he scrolled through the computer’s information.

“No, this witch is powerful. But she is in this time.” Cas said walking over to Dean and looked over his shoulder.

“Well, that’s good. We can kill her,” Y/n smile walking over to Dean’s duffle bag, taking out his gun. They took out the magazine to look at the bullets. Seeing the silver bullets Y/n smile.

“Werewolf?” Y/n asked with comfortability, looking over to Dean. He glanced over with a quick smile and a nod.

“Been too busy with angels haven’t used my gun in a while,” Dean explained as he typed on his computer.

“Hey, Cas, can you do your angel mojo to teach down the witch? You said she was powerful, can be detected in your state of angel power, right?” Y/n question as she gave a glance at Sam. He had moved since the last time they looked at him. He was laying Superman-style on his stomach.

“I can, but she has to be in the middle of using her powers,” Cas informed. He stood straighter to look at Y/n better.

Yeah, of course, she has to,” Y/n said with irritation. Walking over to Dean, they took the computer and proceeded to type what they recall.

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Older Winchester pov

Dean was pacing around the bunker. It has been almost a day and they have nothing.

“Hey, this is new, ” Sam piped up looking closer at his screen. Dean came running, looking over his brother’s shoulder.

“Okay she killed in 2010, what does that gotta do with Y/n?” Dean asked backing away from Sam and proceeded his pacing.

“Because this wasn’t here before. She started killing in 2016, not 2010.” Sam informed him, showing off his screen.

“So you’re saying they time traveled?” Dean inquired as he continues to read the bright computer screen.

“Yeah, and the witch got stuck in the power ball,” Sam wrinkles his brow to look at the screen but not reading it. Ranking his brain to remember what happened in 2010.

“Dean, if they are in 2010 that means Lucifer is walking.” Sam looked up at him with an anxious face that was reciprocated by his bigger brother.

They were interrupted when the bunker door swung open, revealing their angel friend. He was hysterical as he fled down the stairs, running past the war table into the library where everyone was.

“Is Y/n okay?!” He shouted at the worried-looking boys.

“We don’t know. Cas, I’m sorry,” Sam sighed and stood up to walk to Cas.

“We do think they were sent back in time,” Dean started to explain. They told Cas the information that they have came up with.

“So, they are stuck in a time when there was going to be an Apocalypse?! Lucifer and Micheal?!” Cas started to hyperventilate, the feeling in his stomach made him want to hurl.

“We have to go back!” Cas cried out at the boys with urgency.

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Hey! Sorry that it’s gonna be a series. Weirdly enough it was supposed to be a one shot, but whatever.

Tell me if you enjoyed!💕✨

-Jax

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