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octoberclidan · 3 months

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You're Family to Us

Request: Hi! I am absolutely in love with your characters , hats off to your writing skills!!¡¡

Could you write something where the reader goes missing on mission and is held captive by some mythical creatures of your choice. After months she is finally found. She is very weak and traumatized. All scratch marks , bite marks claw marks etc depending on the creature. Frail, weak , dehydrated , malnourished barely able to stand without passing out first....The team nurses her back to health. Sam especially!

Lots of comfort❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader (platonic)

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She didn't know how long she'd been down there, in the tiny, dark, damp cellar. She didn't even know where she was, having been knocked unconscious before waking up here. She'd been on her way to visit the Winchesters and Cas, her found family, when she'd been attacked from behind at a gas station not long after the sun had set. One minute, she was filling up her tank for the last leg of her journey, and the next, she was in the cellar and aching all over in darkness. She'd been driving to the bunker to help them out with a case of disappearing people not far from where the bunker was, and now she was one of the victims.

She was sitting on the uneven stone ground, her back pressed against the one spot of wall that she'd found to be the least uncomfortable. She had her eyes closed and was hugging her legs, trying to keep in some sort of warmth. She'd searched every part of the small room at least five times, but the four walls were solid stone, the door was locked tight, and there were no windows. The only glimpse she had to the outside world was a small hole in the corner of the ceiling, which was letting in a steady trickle of rainwater from outside. It had been raining on and off since she'd been trapped in there. The droplets of water hitting the floor, and the whistle from the wind passing over the hole were the only sounds she'd heard going on three days now, or maybe it was four, since they had last came into the room. There had been another man in the room when she'd first woken up. He was scared, confused, drained. All she could get out of him was that these people, these creatures, would come into the room every few days and weaken him. He had said that someone else was in the room when he first arrived, and they were now gone. He told her that he'd soon be gone, and then so would she. The next time the creatures came into the room after she'd woken up, they took him, and she'd been alone ever since.

She no longer felt hunger, that pain had come and gone, but she was thirsty. She'd tried drinking the rain water but it wasn't enough to quench her thirst, just enough to keep her alive. She hadn't slept much either, every time she dozed off, her head would scrape against the wall or the floor and she'd wake again. The only thing that was giving her hope was the fact that the boys were expecting her, and she knew they would've started to look for her the moment they realised she was late and couldn't get in contact with her. Only several months previous, Sam had insisted she let him track her phone. He promised he'd only use it if she got into trouble, that he had the same thing set up for Dean, Cas, and himself, and that it had helped before. She was thankful now that she'd agreed to it; at least they'd know that she was at that gas station when she'd gone missing.

She pulled up her sleeve to check on her wounds. When she'd first woken up, her arms were stinging and covered in long cuts. Her mind had immediately jumped to claw marks from whatever had grabbed her. Some of them looked like they were healing, but there was one in particular on her right arm that she knew was infected. It was hot, red, and swollen. It was the largest of the cuts, running all the was from her shoulder down to her elbow. She wasn't able to move her right arm without a pain searing through it. She gently used her left hand to pull the sleeve back down after confirming that the infection wasn't improving. If she wasn't going to die of thirst or hunger, that cut was going to be the end of her.

***

She had become so tired that she could no longer keep her eyes open. She didn't even register the sound of the door opening, or the sound of footsteps on the found. She was startled by hands on her shoulders, shaking her. She tried to push them off with her good arm, but it was useless, their grip was too tight. Whoever they belonged to was shouting at her, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. Her eyes stayed closed as she tried asking what was going on, but it came out as an unrecognisable mumble.

"Cas! Get in here!"

"Sam? Is she in here?" Cas walked into the room, his angel blade at the ready, to find Sam kneeling down on the floor in front of [Y/N], who was slouched against the wall. He quickly walked over to them and crouched down, placing his hand on her forehead and closing his eyes in concentration.

"Can you heal her?" Sam's voice was desperate, and his hope fell away as he watched Cas shake his head.

"I'm sorry Sam, my grace is still low after that incident last week. I can sense that she's very weak, she needs food and water and her wound is infected. We need to get her back to the bunker, now".

"Where's Dean?" Sam asked as Cas stood back up.

"He's checking to see if there are any more, but I think we've killed all of them. I'll tell him we found her, can you get her to the car on your own?" He asked as he put his blade back into his coat. He waited for Sam to nod before leaving the room. Sam looked back at [Y/N], taking in how thin and ashen she was. His heart broke for her, seeing like this.

"Okay, come on, let's get you out of here". He reached around her back to pull her towards him, slipping his arm under her knees and standing up with her. "Shit", he muttered as he realised how light she was, he knew she had a long recovery ahead of her. Not wasting any more time, he headed out to get back to the car.

***

"[Y/N]?" Dean jogged over to Sam as he saw him come out of the building. He froze as he got closer, taking in her appearance. "Fuck", he ran his hand through his short hair, furrowing his eyebrows at her and then clenching his fists. "What the fuck did they do to her?"

"I don't know, can we just get her home? I just want to get her out of here", Sam said as he walked past Dean to the car, where Cas was waiting with the back door open. Sam maneuvered her into the back bench of the car, sliding in behind her and pulling her over to hold his arm around her. He could tell that she was awake but just too weak to open her eyes or speak, so he wanted to try and keep her as comfortable as possible. Her head lay on his shoulder and she only stirred slightly when Dean started the engine up. "You're safe now, we've got you", he whispered before kissing the top of her head. He relaxed slightly when he heard her sigh in relief.

Dean, Sam, and Cas were all beyond angry that they hadn't found her sooner.

***

[Y/N] groaned. Her head hurt, her body ached, but she scrunched her face in confusion as she realised she was no longer thirsty. Her eyes snapped open as she felt her hand being squeezed, and she heard someone talking at her. Everything was blurry, she could only make out a large figure in front of her, and she could only hear a deep rumble coming from it, no words. She started to panic, sitting up and trying to pull her hand back, pushing herself backwards until her hand hit air and she was falling. She hit the ground with a thump and her bad arm felt like it was on fire as it took the brunt of her fall. The figure was immediately crouching over her, blocking out the light on the ceiling, and her panic now mixed with pain as she cradled her arm against her chest.

"Breathe, [Y/N]", she was finally able to make out a word from the blurry figure, and the voice sounded somewhat familiar. "You're in the bunker, you're safe, nothing is going to hurt you, okay?"

"D...Dean?" She tried to focus her eyes, slowly making out concerned green eyes staring into hers.

"Yeah, it's me, see?" He reached out and grabbed her hand, squeezing in gently. "Let's get you back onto the bed, okay? Come on, easy now". He reached around her back to hoist her back up, taking care to avoid putting any pressure onto her bad arm. She winced as she settled back down onto the bed. "I'm gonna check your arm, we had to stitch it up, I just need to check that you didn't pull any stitches with that fall", he said as he started to reach up to her chest. She looked down and spotted a blue material that she recognised as one of Sam's flannels, and Dean began to unbutton it. He carefully pulled her arm out of the sleeve, muttering apologies as she winced again at the movement.

She noticed that she was also wearing a clean tank top, and her mind briefly wondered which one of them had changed her clothes. Given the fact that she was wearing Sam's flannel, she figured it must have been him, and she felt comforted by the thought that she was being taken care of. "Okay, looks like two stitches need to be redone, you're bleeding a bit just above your elbow. Are you in pain?"

"Um", she cleared her throat as her voice came out raspy, it had been awhile since she'd used it properly. "A little".

"Okay. I can give you some painkillers, we've been giving them to you as much as the dosage allows, and you should be due some now anyway. Hang on one second". He let go of her hand and walked over to a cabinet, and she looked around to see that she was in the bunker's infirmary.

"How long have I been here?" She asked as he walked back over to the bed, two pills in his hand and reaching towards the glass of water on the bedside table.

"Uh, three days. You've kinda been in and out of consciousness for a lot of it, and not really with it when you're awake. Cas has tried to heal as much as he can, but his grace is still regenerating after a run in with a witch not long before we found you. He's only really been able to heal the infection, but the cut is still pretty deep and we want to stop it from getting infected again". He handed her the pills and water and pulled a stool over to sit beside her, and opened a suture kit that had been sitting on the table. Once she'd put the glass back down, he opened his hand for her to lay her arm in. "You good?" He asked as he took out an alcohol wipe to clean it. She nodded and he got to work.

He was finishing up the second stitch when she heard footsteps coming towards the infirmary, and suddenly she was feeling anxious, but she relaxed a little when Sam walked in. "Hey, you're awake", he smiled at her, though his smile didn't reach the concern in his eyes.

"Hey, uh, yeah", she smiled back, and took her arm back once Dean had let go and was packing the kit up again.

"How do you feel?" He asked as he walked over to them. "I'm sorry it took us so long to find you, they brought you to a pretty secluded area. We found your phone at the gas station", he nodded to a table on the far side of the room, where she could see her bag and phone. "Your car's in the garage too". He took Dean's place once Dean stood up, quietly leaving to give them space to catch up.

"I'm a bit... foggy? I don't know, kinda confused. How long was I gone?"

"Two months", Sam grimaced at her wide-eyed reaction. "I promise you, [Y/N], we haven't rested since you went missing. We spent every day trying to find you, we would never give up on you". He grabbed her hand, hoping that she would believe him. "I hate seeing you like this, I'm so sorry".

"Sam", she shook her head. "You have nothing to be sorry for. We've all been captured and we've all had hunts go sideways on us. It's part of the job".

"Yeah but I asked you for help on the case, none of this would have happened if I hadn't called you".

"Sam, stop, okay? It's..." She coughed and cleared her throat. "It's not your fault". She coughed again, harder this time and Sam stood up and pulled his phone out of his pocket. With his free hand, he rubbed her back as he flicked through his contacts and held his phone to his ear.

"You're okay, get it out, breathe", he said as he waited for an answer on the phone. "Yeah, Cas?It's me, can you get down here? She's having difficulty breathing". He looked back to her and noticed that she'd closed her eyes and was leaning back down on the bed. "Yeah, now". He hung up and put his phone down on the bed, leaning over her to help her lie down slowly.

***

"Sam?" She called out, opening her eyes to a dark room.

"Um, no, it's Castiel", she heard him shuffle closer to her. She still felt weak, but her throat felt clearer. "Sam and Dean are asleep, it's 3am, but I can wake Sam if you need him". She squinted in the darkness and could just about make out his silhouette beside her.

"Oh, no, it's okay. What... what happened earlier? I remember coughing and Sam calling you but it's kinda hazy after that".

"You're weak", he said, and she looked up at him. "Not in general, just right now after what you've been through", he was quick to add. "You were having difficulty breathing, and when I came down to help you were falling back asleep. I cleared your throat but Sam thought it best to let you rest, and I agreed". He reached over to place his fingers on her forehead, and she closed her eyes as a familiar comfort spread through her body, and she felt the pain in her arm and the ache she felt throughout her body dull a little. "I'm sorry, that's as much as I can help for now".

"You all need to stop apologising", she shook her head and reached for his hand as he was pulling it away. "I appreciate everything you're doing for me". She squeezed his hand slightly. "I should be the one apologising, I should've been more aware of my surroundings, I shouldn't have been that easy of a target".

"Don't be hard on yourself. You should just focus on healing. Sleep, [Y/N], let your body and mind rest". He sat down beside her and kept a hold of her, using his thumb to rub circles on the back of her hand.

***

A scream woke both Sam and Dean, and they instantly ran towards the source of it; the infirmary. They found [Y/N] clutching her arm and tossing and turning in the bed, looking like she was trying to get away from something. Sam instantly went to her bedside and grabbed her shoulder, but it only made her scream again. "No! Get off! Please, please stop, please let me go!" She had tears streaming down her face, and Sam looked back at Dean for help.

"Hey, [Y/N], wake up, it's just us", Sam said as he cupped her cheek with his hand.

"No! Leave me alone! Please!" She sobbed, and Dean came over to lightly tap at her other cheek before gripping her good shoulder and shaking.

"Come on, wake up kid, you're safe here", when she continued to struggle in the bed, the brothers shared a look and Dean sighed. "[Y/N]! WAKE UP!" Her eyes snapped open at Dean's booming voice and she looked frightened, glancing between the two of them.

"It was a nightmare, you're okay", Sam said, stroking her cheek. "You're safe, nothing is going to hurt you". She immediately started to cry, and she leaned forward into Sam as he moved closer to hug her against his chest. Dean leaned over to rub circles on her back and they all stayed like that until she'd calmed down and her breathing had evened out.

"I was back in that cellar", she sniffed. "They came back for me".

"They're gone Sweetheart, I made sure of it, they're all dead", Dean said as she leaned back to look up at them.

"What... what were they? It was so dark in that room... whenever they came in I couldn't really see, and I'd always pass out after a couple of minutes. All I know is they had some sort of claws?"

"Tallons. Harpies. Ugly little sons of bitches", Dean told her.

"Harpies?"

"That's what we're calling them anyway", Sam said. "It was the closest thing we could find in the lore".

"What did they want?"

"Well apparently they're in this constant state of hunger. This group, we think, somehow were feeding off of suffering. Basically, the hungrier and weaker you grew, the more satiated and the stronger they got", Sam explained as he brushed her hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, most the other victims only lasted a week or two. You've no idea how relieved we were to find you alive", Dean said. "Cas found the other victims, he said most of them died from thirst".

"It started to rain a little while I was at the gas station. I remember it because it had been so sunny earlier in the day", she said.

"It had been pretty dry around here for weeks before you were taken", Sam nodded. "Why?"

"I drank the rainwater", she said. "There was a hole in the ceiling and the water was coming through. I guess the previous victims didn't have that if it was dry". A tear escaped from here eye and Sam was quick to wipe it away. "I'm sorry", she sniffed.

"Hey, what are you saying sorry for?" Dean frowned at her and she looked up at him with watery eyes.

"I was supposed to help, but I didn't save anyone".

"[Y/N], don't think like that", Sam pulled her in for another hug and rested his chin on top of her head. "You gave us a starting point, we knew where you were when you were taken. Who knows how long it would have taken for us to find them otherwise. We got them and killed them because you led us there".

"Why don't you try get some more sleep? It's still a couple hours until morning. I'll even get up early to make your favourite breakfast", Dean winked at her as he stood up. Sam leaned back to give Dean space to kiss her forehead, and [Y/N] smiled and nodded at him as he left the room.

"Do you want me to stay here, or do you want to come with me to my room? I don't mind either way, but I think my bed is a bit more comfortable than this one", Sam said to her. "You could take one of the spare rooms either, but I'd like to be there in case you have another nightmare".

She took a moment to think about it, and settled on Sam's room. She'd stayed with him before, Dean too, and she knew she slept better when they were around. "My room it is", he nodded and stood up. He held out his hand which she took as she got up out of the bed. She was only able to take one step before her knees buckled beneath her, and she gasped as she fell. Sam's strong arms wrapped around her waist before she could hit the ground, and he lifted her up into his arms. She blushed in embarrassment as he looked down at her in concern.

"I'm sorry", she said, hiding her face in his shoulder, but he just chuckled.

"You're still recovering, it's understandable. None of us will mind carrying you around until you get your strength back", he said as he began to walk towards his room. "You're family to us".

Once he opened the door to his room, he walked her over to the bed and let her down gently on one side. It was still warm from where he'd been sleeping earlier in the night, and she was comforted by his familiar scent on the pillow. He was right, his bed was more comfortable. "If you need anything, you just wake me up and let me know, okay?" He asked as he lay down beside her and pulled the covers up. She nodded before he turned his beside lamp off, and she instantly snuggled up beside him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her gently onto his chest, keeping her safe and warm. Sam held her close for the rest of the night, and she slept peacefully in his arms, looking forward to the breakfast that Dean had promised her in the morning.

The end

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babygirldilf · 1 year

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My favorite thing is knowing team free will 2.0 live in a warm, cozy and happy home filled with love, laughter and peace. They celebrate birthdays and eat dinners and dean cooks and cas burns the kitchen trying to cook. They take miracle out on walks and sam gets to have a dog again. Jack makes friends and tells them all about his two dads and his uncle sam and aunt eileen. Jack and claire make cas a "best celestial dad" t-shirt and he wears it all the time around the house, including dean's Zeppelin shirts. Dean blushes constantly. They have all the fluff and warmth and love. They make popcorn and watch movies in the dean cave. They invite claire and jody and everyone over at least once a month. Charlie visits for movie marathons and takes dean to fantasy conventions. They live fully and are whole heartedly content, not because they "earned it", but because everyone deserve this. Everyone deserve a home. And finally, they got it.

#destiel #team free will #tfw #sam winchester #jack kline #spn #dean winchester #castiel #dean castiel #destiel fluff #claire novak #jodydonna #charlie bradbury

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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What if Crowley(spn) had a kid and the Winchester’s almost kill them? What would/how Crowley do/react and what would the Winchester’s do?🤔

That’s My Goddamn Daughter!

Team Free Will x cambion!reader

When Castiel locates another cambion, potentially with the power to kill a knight of hell, he and the Winchesters go after her but then Crowley shows up claiming she’s his daughter.

Warnings: MOC Dean, mentions of rape but really just misunderstandings, blood, concussions, I have no medical knowledge, swearing, reader gets knocked out a lot lol

WC: 2.2k

A/N: I kind of want to do a part 2 to this. What do you guys think?

Minors DNI

“I’m sorry what? Can you repeat that?” Castiel sighed, slightly exacerbated. He thought he explained the situation pretty well. Dean’s eyes were wide in both shock and disbelief and Sam just looked exhausted.

“Like I said before, there is another cambion in existence and she could be the answer to the Mark.” Dean swallowed the last of his now warm beer and glowered at the angel.

“And you didn’t think to tell us this before now?”

“Dean.” Sam started but the elder held up his hand to stop him. Cas sighed, mentally preparing himself for a classic Dean tirade that always seemed to come when he presented the brothers with a new lead.

“You’re hiding things from us, lying. How do we even know if this so-called cambion is the real deal? Why didn’t she show up before?” The angel’s eyes rolled, why did they have such trouble understanding?

“There was a spell concealing her from the angels’ view but for some reason, that spell is now gone. I assumed it was tied to someone in her family, possibly the parent that was a demon. But now, that demon is dead so the spell is gone.” Sam seemed to accept that answer but Dean was more skeptical.

“So what do we do if we do find this girl? Just ask her to come back with us for tea and cake? She most likely knows that daddy dearest was a demon and might want revenge and we are probably the ones that did it or we know them. So what then?”

Sam leaned against the war room table beside his brother. “Dean’s right. Remember that kid Jesse, he had a whole town under his thumb without even thinking about it and he was just a kid. What could an adult with an obviously powerful parent do?” Dean nodded along and Cas had the distinct urge to smite them both.

“We need to take that chance. She might be our best shot at killing Cain without the First Blade.” Dean huffed, still clearly miffed at being so blatantly brushed off by the angel.

“Alright fine but you can’t get mad at me when I say I told you so when this inevitably goes wrong.” He shrugged and Cas smirked slightly, happy to get his way.

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“Well that was easier than expected.” Dean sulked, sitting on the motel room bed pouting like a child. The woman had been easy to find, in fact it was too easy. She was a goddamn librarian in a small town where everyone knew her face.

No locks on her doors, no weapons in the house. She welcomed them in with open arms after Sam fed her their story of being lost and needing directions. She gave them pie and lemonade, answering every question they asked, including Dean’s flirtatious ask about a boyfriend.

Her head dipped and she avoided eye contact as she shyly replied that no, she didn’t have a boyfriend. Sam smacked Dean upside the head for that when she wasn’t looking. Cas, getting sick of the circling conversation mixed with too much human lust, had stepped forward and knocked her out with his grace.

He caught her soft body as she crumpled, ignoring the pointed looks the brothers sent him. “She would’ve come willingly.” Sam pointed out but Cas replied with a simple, “There isn’t enough time for you two to ‘convince’ her.”

Sam blushed and Dean just smirked, too proud of himself. They quickly smuggled her out to the car and started the long journey home. Now, they were taking a break for the night and Dean watched as the girl slept on, blissfully unaware of everything going on in the world.

“She really doesn’t seem demonic. She’s just-“

“Nice.” Dean finished his brother’s sentence for him, saying the word like it disgusted him. “Are you sure she’s the half-breed we want?” Again, Castiel was questioning why his destiny was intertwined with the Winchesters. Y/N shifted in her sleep, curling up on her side cutely, giving out a large sigh.

Cas stood at the foot of the bed, intensely watching the men who flanked her on both sides, like guards watching over their ward. “I can sense her power, it is far greater than any other cambion. Her blood has old magic in it, she is quite possibly descended from a natural witch.”

Sam froze, his entire body going stiff with surprise. “I’m sorry, so this girl is a product of a natural witch and a demon.” Cas shook his head, arms crossing over his chest.

“No, the magic is too deluded for the witch to be her mother or father, it is more likely that it is her grandparent.” Sam’s eyes flicked down to the girl, somehow already feeling incredibly protective of her. She was by far the kindest person he had met in a very long time, how could she have such evil in her blood? But he was wary, both because of her power and the fear of what could happen should she succumb to that power. He knew that feeling, that rush from demon blood, how addicting it could be.

Dean could feel the heat radiating from her body as she rolled closer to him. The mark was quiet around her, soothed like a feral cat getting love for the first time in its life. But how dark could she get, what was she capable of? And who in the hell was her demonic parent?

“We should keep moving. If we found her so quick, there’s no telling who else would be coming after her.” Cas nodded and fluttered away, presumably to ensure that no demons had followed them.

Dean moved away from her as quickly as he could, a curling in his gut making him feel like he should be repulsed by her but her presence also called to him. He fished a half-drunk bottle of whiskey from his duffle bag and settled himself in the chair in the far corner of the room. “Get some shut eye, I’ll take first watch.”

Sam pulled a ratty blanket over top of her, careful to not wake her and took a seat on the other bed. “Do you think this could work?” Silence settled over the brothers.

“It’s our only shot.” And with that, Sam settled back against the thin pillows, keen to get any rest he could to escape his swirling thoughts.

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A rattling woke Dean from his alcohol induced slumber. With a groan, he lifted his head from the back of the chair he had accidentally fallen asleep on. His neck screamed in pain but that was nothing compared to the throbbing in his arm.

The mark burned and the rattling became louder. His green eyes fluttered open, only able to see vague shapes in the dark room. A shadow stood by the door, their hand on the knob, desperately trying to open it. “Please please please.” Her voice was filled with tears and a panic that made his heart lurch in his chest.

“Sweetheart.” The sound of his own voice made her work even faster at trying to open the door, but it was of no use. She screamed and Dean bolted forward. Moving faster than even he could comprehend, he grabbed her, wrapping a large palm over her mouth to keep her from making any more noise.

Her back hit the mattress with an exhale of air through her nose. Her eyes were wide with panic, her breathing quickening becoming erratic as his muscular body settled between her plump thighs, shoving her skirt up her legs. She tried to grab at Dean’s shoulders to shove him off but using his free hand he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

Tears rolled down her temples, wetting the sheets below them. “I’m not going to hurt you. You need to trust me.” Her head shook furiously beneath his hold, on the edge of hysterics.

“Dean?” Sam muttered sleepily, sitting up in the bed. “What’s going on?” His hair stuck up in all different directions as he lazily looked around the room. His eyes landed on the situation in front of him and everyone froze.

Suddenly, the room exploded. With no hesitation, Sam launched himself at his older brother and tackled him to the floor. “What the hell were you doing!” Dean thrashed violently.

“She was trying to run! I had to stop her.”

Sam snarled. “Not by doing that.” Dean landed a good punch to his jaw, knocking Sam for a loop but his grip remained strong even as his head spun.

Seeing her chance, Y/N slipped from the bed as quietly as she could but her legs gave out as soon as she rocked forward onto her feet. She yelped, catching the boys’ attention and they watched her fall, almost in slow motion.

Her head slammed against the corner of the bed before slamming into the floor. Blood pooled under her forehead, her eyes went hazy before they shut. “Shit!” Sam scrambled off of his brother, fear coursing through his veins like a fire. He slid a hand under her head, cupping her face gently. “C’mon open those eyes for me.”

But she didn’t respond. Thick fingers fit against the dip of her throat, and he struggled to find her pulse. When he finally did, it was thready and weak but it was there. He breathed a sigh of relief. “She’s alive, probably a bad concussion though.”

“Son of a bitch!” Dean growled, sitting up against the bed frame. “Why does this shit always happen to us?” As gently as he could manage with shaking hands, Sam lifted Y/N into his arms, resting her face against his strong chest. He could now feel the way her own chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.

Sam laid her on his unmade bed, keeping her on her side in case she got sick. The wound, a small gash on her right temple, had slowed its bleeding. It wouldn’t require stitches, just a couple butterfly bandages. “I don’t know, Dean.” He sighed and got to work fixing her up.

Meanwhile, Dean was stewing, thinking. She could have used her powers to save him off, to escape but she didn’t. She was just a normal girl getting involved in something that she didn’t want to do. “What are we doing Sammy? That girl doesn’t have any powers, she’s just a kid.”

“Without the blade, we have no chance at getting rid of the Mark. She’s our best shot.” But there was no conviction in his tone. Sam was also doubting the integrity of this plan but he was desperate. Dean with the blade was far more dangerous than this girl could ever be, they needed her.

“How dare you touch my daughter!” The door burst violently, shattering under the force at which it was hit. Crowley stood, absolutely fuming in the entryway, eyes red with pure rage. Sam and Dean sprung into action, their guns drawn.

“What are you talking about Crowley?” Dean shifted so his body blocked the demon’s view of the girl on the bed. His shoulders were tense, the Mark telling him to protect her with everything he had. But apparently, Crowley wasn’t having any of it today.

With a wave of his hand, the boys went flying into the wall, their guns tossed away and ropes appearing from nothing to pin them down. “I told you I would find the blade and this is how you repay me! You kidnapped my daughter! Lust after her! And then you harm her!” His voice thundered through the room, shaking the foundations of the building with his fury. “You sniveling weasels! I kept her out of this life for a reason!”

The Winchesters struggled against his hold. Crowley loomed over the double bed, intensely staring at the woman. “She was never meant to know. I just wanted her to have a normal life.”

Dean’s nostrils flared with anger as the demon leaned forward and cupped her round cheek with one hand while the other brushed against the bandage on her forehead. “Don’t touch her.” The hunter snarled. His arm burned as the mark screamed at him to rip apart anyone that even so much as looked in her direction.

A vein in Sam’s neck ticked in time with his pulse while he pulled at his bonds. He could feel the loosening of the ropes around his wrist. An angel blade rested on the chair Dean had been occupying, if he could get even one arm free, he could grab it. “You are the ones that hurt her! Not me!” Crowley snapped but didn’t take his eyes off of her.

“Last warning.” But he disregarded the Winchesters and instead lifted Y/N from the bed, taking extra care not to hit her any more than she already was.

Her face easily tucked into the dark material of his suit shirt as he held her close. “Stay away from my daughter.” And with that, both him and the ropes disappeared, leaving only her sweater and the bitter smell of sulphur.

The boys collapsed to the ground. Dean wasted no time as he scrambled forward in a desperate attempt to reach the now gone pair.

“Son of a bitch!”

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wildgirllz · 1 year

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Here's a thought of an idea I had for SPN. Basically Sam and Dean ask Castiel to search all the realities for the most powerful person to help them.

So the three of them stand in the readers bedroom ...

Sam "so she is the most powerful?"

Cas "yes, she is the one that will help us"

Dean "but she's just a kid!"

Just an idea haha, you don't have to use it. Just thought it'd be a fun meta-thingy haha

Ofc!! Here you go <3

Castiel x Fem!teen!witch!reader - Dean Winchester x Fem!teen!witch!reader - Sam Winchester x Fem!teen!witch!reader (all platonic)

Sam, Dean, and Castiel stood in the small, cluttered bedroom of (Y/n). She was a young girl, barely a teenager, with wild hair and an even wilder personality. They had come to her because Castiel had searched all the realities and deemed her the most powerful person to help them in their fight against evil.

"So she’s the most powerful?" Sam asked, looking at Castiel in disbelief.

Castiel nodded. "Yes, she is the one that will help us," he said. "Trust me."

"But she's just a kid!" Dean exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.

(Y/n) looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, I'm not just a kid," she said. "I'm a powerful witch."

Dean raised an eyebrow at her. "A witch?" he asked skeptically.

(Y/n) nodded, grinning. "Yep. I've been practicing magic since I was a little kid."

Sam looked at her in amazement. "That's incredible," he said.

Castiel cleared his throat, bringing their attention back to the matter at hand. "We need your help," he said to (Y/n). "The world is in danger, and we need the most powerful person to help us."

(Y/n) nodded, her expression serious. "I'll do whatever I can to help," she said.

Dean sighed, looking at his younger brother and Castiel. "I can't believe we're trusting a kid to help us," he muttered.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. "I'm not just any kid," she said. "I'm the most powerful person in all the realities, remember?"

Dean glared at her, but he couldn't help but feel a little impressed. He had never met anyone as confident as (Y/n) before.

"Alright," he said finally. "Let's do this."

They spent the next few hours planning their attack, with (Y/n) contributing ideas and spells that the Winchesters and Castiel had never even heard of before. It was clear that she was a force to be reckoned with, and Dean couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by her.

As they were getting ready to leave, Sam turned to (Y/n). "Thank you for your help," he said. "We couldn't have done it without you."

(Y/n) grinned at him. "Anytime," she said.

Dean looked at her, his expression softening. "You're pretty amazing, you know that?" he said.

(Y/n) blushed, looking down at her feet. "Thanks," she muttered.

Castiel smiled at her. "We will remember your bravery," he said. "Thank you for everything."

They said their goodbyes, and as they left the room, Dean couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for (Y/n). She may have been young, but she was definitely a force to be reckoned with.

As they got in the car, Sam turned to his brother. "You know," he said, grinning. "I think we just found our new hunter."

Dean rolled his eyes. "You're crazy," he said. "But maybe you're right."

And as they drove off into the night, the Winchesters and Castiel knew that they had found a powerful ally in (Y/n). She may have been just a kid, but she was a kid with incredible powers and a heart of gold. They were lucky to have her on their side.

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supernaturalfreewill · 10 months

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You eyed the angel sitting stoically across the table from you as you sipped your beer. "It must be hard not being able to laugh," you teased him. His expression was always so stoic and serious, even now when the four of you were winding down at the bar after a successful hunt.

His brow furrowed. "I do have a sense of humor, you know," he countered, eliciting a smile from you.

Dean shook his head. "I don't think I've ever heard you laugh," he retorted.

Cas glanced at him, his cobalt eyes narrowed. "I've never heard you say anything funny."

Your jaw dropped and you shot Dean an overjoyed and amused look.

Sam snorted and beer almost came out of his nose.

"Oh my God! You just got absolutely wrecked by an angel," you laughed. "Dean Winchester, how does it feel?"

He shot you a snarky look. "Yeah, ha ha, very funny..."

A/N: okay I love this <3 I wanna hang with these doofuses...

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lokischickadee · 4 months

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I was reading the latest post on Optimus being the sparkling of Unicron and how the team reacted to it, and I can't help but think that there's probably going to be some kind of catalyst that causes the rest of Team Prime to notice how they're acting towards Optimus is hurting him. As for what that catalyst is, I have a vague idea of Optimus trying to bottle up the loneliness only for it to explode out at some point, but you can easily do something else. It's probably just me liking this AU and want to see what else goes with it.

(And if you wish to delete this ask, then go right ahead.)

I would never delete such an ask. I only tend to get rid of the ones that are too indecipherable to work with or ones that have left me with no motivation or room to be creative. With that said, here it is, the conclusion to all the angst with my boy. Previous post here.

Family

For months he fought for his Autobots as an exile, taking every hit and enduring the pain and solitude with grace. But with time Optimus began to break. Wounds piled up, wearing him down and never fully repairing due to only basic medical treatment on Optimus's part. His mental state began to collapse after being separated from his team for so long and not even having the comfort of his bond with Bumblebee to rely upon. And while Unicron's loving whispers and the Matrix were enough to keep him from fully falling to depression and wrath, it only held for so long. Everything his creator did for him and the emotional dampening effects of the Matrix were like Band-Aids on a stab wound. It was not enough.

He grew desperate for interaction, so much so that he threw himself into battle with reckless abandon. He wanted to be seen, to be spoken to, to have someone, anyone recognize his existence aside from his father. And for his desire he paid the price.

After a particularly fierce battle, Optimus took a hit to the side so bad that his internals were left exposed. He wanted to fall to the ground in agony once the pain hit him, but he endured until the team had safely done what was required. Then as they watched with wide optics, he choked back a scream and limped away, holding his internals in place with a servo as he did so. Never more in his life did he desire to have Ratchet berate him for his recklessness and repair him, running countless diagnostics and giving him a good pinch for his foolishness. As he dragged himself back to his trailer and leaned against it feeling nothing but torment, he wished that he was back at base, even the cold unfeeling one he had grown used to months prior. Anything but this solitude...

Optimus couldn't die in his state, not while he partially sustained himself off the power of his father. But energon loss made him delirious and all the Matrix could do was try to keep him conscious so he wouldn't fall into stasis and be left totally exposed. Unicron could sense his creation growing weaker, especially as Optimus began muttering things about being tired, lonely, or in pain. It wasn't like him, and it frightened the chaos god to see his little one in such a state. And so he did what he thought was best, he gathered up an avatar and went to the only bots on the planet least likely to blast Optimus to bits. He went to the Autobots.

Taking on the general appearance of Optimus to garner their attention, Unicron manifested where Arcee and Bulkhead were on patrol. Unicron's avatar was mostly composed of energy, not too dissimilar to Optimus's true form. He was impossible to miss, and Arcee and Bulkhead reacted as he expected. They raised their blasters in fear of his aura and prepared to flee. Unicron did not approach, and despite having a great many harsh words he would have liked to have said, he couldn't speak with his power so restrained. So instead he gestured for the two Autobots to follow him, hoping they might let go of their fear and come aid his creation.

Arcee: Optimus! What do you want!?

Unicron: *gesturing toward Optimus's general location*

Bulkhead: Hey, Prime. You good?

Unicron: *continues to gesture, looking between them and Optimus's location*

Arcee: ... You want us to follow you?

Unicron: *nods and begins walking*

It took a moment and Unicron stopping twice to usher them onward to get Bulkhead and Arcee to follow. But when they finally did, Unicron walked with them for hours upon hours in silence. They tried asking him questions, demanding to know his purposes, but Unicron in Optimus's image never replied. He simply walked on. And when the two Autobots threatened to leave, Unicron stopped and gestured more animatedly, pointing off into the distance. It took some extra convincing, but after having some sort of conversation with those back at base, they continued to follow.

Then nearly twelve hours of walking later, Unicron halted and pointed to them, and then off to where Optimus's trailer was parked. Optimus was not in view, but the energon around the area was, and it roused Arcee and Bulkhead's interest and suspicion. The chaos god did not take another step forward and stood around fifty feet back as the Autobots moved forward carefully, wary of a trap. They periodically looked back toward him, but Unicron did not so much as twitch as they began scouting the area.

By the time they finally found Optimus bleeding out against his trailer, his cloak soaked in energon and his optics flickering from his weakness, Unicron's avatar was gone. Arcee and Bulkhead were spooked, more so than they would ever care to admit. But they wasted no time calling for backup upon seeing Optimus's state. It did not take long at all for Ratchet and Bumblebee to arrive, both shocked beyond words upon seeing Optimus delirious and injured to the point of hardly being aware.

Ratchet: Optimus! Look at me! I need you to look at me!

Optimus: *delirious as pit* Rat...chet?

Ratchet: That's right, look at me. I need you to tell me what happened here.

Optimus: You... are here?

Ratchet: *gazing at the literal hole in Optimus's side* Yes, we all are. Now please, talk to me. How did you get hurt.

Optimus: Blaster... hit...

Ratchet: I don't know how in Primus's name you are still alive, but I am going to repair you. Everything will be alright.

Optimus: I... missed... you... all.

Ratchet: ...

Ratchet: We missed you too Optimus.

The team barely held themselves together as they dragged Optimus back to base and Ratchet began working on the great many injuries the Prime had accumulated. Guilt hit the entire team like a fright train as they looked over Optimus and listened to his barely understandable muttering about being happy to see them again. Arcee felt horrible, especially after Optimus smiled at her and wiped her tears away when she came to take a look at him as he lay resting on the medical berth. How had she ever seen Optimus as a monster? How could she have shunned him after everything he did for her? Even after being hurt by her over and over again, he still showed her love, and that broke any reservations Arcee might have had left. She ended up muttering endless apologies to Optimus as he lay there and continued to give her comforting touches, his smile ever present and not at all tainted with anger or disgust.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack came to Optimus a little later after Arcee had gone to cry herself into recharge from mixed relief and guilt. They stood around awkwardly for a long while until Optimus, still very much delirious from medicine given to him by Ratchet and energon loss, at last noticed them. The Prime smiled kindly and gave both their servos a reassuring squeeze. He looked overjoyed just to see them, and that alone was enough to make both wreckers regret ever agreeing to have him sent away. They ended up sitting and talking with Optimus for an hour or so, mainly listening to the Prime ramble about how great it was to see them again. It broke their sparks a little to see him so fragging pleased just to be in their presence, and ultimately they told Optimus they were sorry, earning them wide smiles and enthusiastic forgiveness. They walked away feeling regretful beyond words.

The children were enthusiastic and elated at having Optimus back and clambered onto his frame to hug him the moment Ratchet's back was turned. Optimus was equally thrilled and his frame rumbled in joy as the children got onto his chassis and made their best attempts to give cuddle up against him. There were a few tears involved on the children's parts as the younger two of the duo made their grief at him having been gone so long clear. The Prime simply showered them in affection in response, rumbling his frame and running gentle digits along their backs. They left him contented and happy, just glad to have their Prime back.

Ratchet on the other hand could hardly look at Optimus after what he had done. He felt like the worst mech to ever walk the earth and refused to meet Optimus's gaze as he patched the Prime up. However eventually as he tried to walk away and go sulk, Optimus grabbed his arm and looked to him pleadingly, his arms held open, asking for a hug. And so not having the spark to say no, Ratchet obliged and gave in, earning a contented purr from Optimus in return. The medic then proceeded to get himself wrapped up in an odd cuddle which Optimus seemed loathe to end. For nearly two hours Optimus held Ratchet like a porcelain doll, as if afraid he might break as the Prime made all sorts of comments about how much he had missed his oldest friend. Ratchet left feeling happier knowing that Optimus did not hate him, but also deeply regretful of all he had done and the pain he had caused. After all, Optimus wouldn't be in such a state if he hadn't been so foolish...

Lastly there was Bumblebee who came to Optimus fully expecting to be met with coldness or anger. Instead the moment he came near and allowed his iron grip over his bond with Optimus to slacken, he was wrapped up in a loving embrace. Optimus had not cried when meeting with the others, but finally feeling his sparkling again filled a void Optimus had known but ignored. His tears flowed freely as he hummed the song he had sung Bee when he was small and gently rubbed between his doorwings. Bumblebee who had been playing the part of tough leader since Optimus's departure broke down into tears as well. Before long the father and son were singing together, reaffirming their bond and connecting again after so long apart. No words needed to be said, both understood each other and granted the other forgiveness without a second thought.

The team heard the song and found themselves comforted. It would be a long road to recovery for all of them. But if Optimus and Bumblebee could figure it out and express their love or each other so freely, the team had inkling of hope that they could repair the damage done to their relationships with Optimus too. And while it was left unspoken for a while, the team were also well aware that Optimus was loved by his creator. Unicron had taken the time to guide them to Optimus and had watched over and reassured him when they were not present. They were certain the chaos god had quite the grudge against them.

And they were right, as even after time passed and the wounds healed, Unicron made it his biggest priority in life to frag with whoever it was that had made his creation cry. The chaos god quickly took to being a minor nuisance when the team weren't doing important work. And surprisingly, it actually brought a bit of well needed comedic relief into their lives after all the drama.

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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 1 year

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Secrets (D.W. x Reader)

Dean Winchester x Female! Reader Request: Could I make a supernatural request? Reader has written in her diary about her crush on dean and doesn't know he feels the same way. Jack doesn't know what a diary is and finds it sitting with a bunch of books or something and reads it. Since he doesn't know what the book is he reads a few passages out loud to the brothers. The reader probably gets pissed off and Dean says how he feels.

Warnings: Angst, Reader is mean to jack a little. Overall pretty fluffy. Rating: Anyone can read this!

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It has now been days since you have had a case. This means you got a very long break that you deserved. The bunker was nice and quiet, for the first time in a very long time.

You were sitting at the table with Sam, Jack, and Dean. Writing in your diary. Yes, you understood that having a diary was kinda...childish. But, did you care? No. It helped you cope with everything that has been thrown at you over the years of hunting. It also helped you talk about the feelings you've had for a certain green-eyed hunter.

You have known Dean for about two years now and met through Jody Mills. During these two years, you both have been through quite a bit throughout the time you have known each other. Such as Dean with the Mark of Cain, demon Dean, Amara, British Men of Letters (They were so annoying).

Now we are now raising Jack a Nephilim, son of Lucifer. He looked like he was sixteen, but was technically only two months old. Very bizarre I know. It was challenging, to say the least. Teaching him everything he needs to know at a quick pace wasn't ideal. But, Jack was a kid. A very powerful kid, but a kid.

Jack was sitting across from you trying to help Sam do research about a ghoul, Sam wanted to take him on a case soon so he could learn the ways to hunt. Dean was beside you eating the burger he made earlier and reading an article on the news website, you decided to take your time and write in your diary.

There wasn't a day that you didn't go out to write in your diary. You wrote in it so much that even Sam and Dean picked up on your routine. You close your diary and lay it on the table, stand up from the table, and walk to the kitchen for a drink. When you walk to the kitchen you see the huge mess that Dean has made in there. For one burger, that man was messier than a two year old.

You could see the sliced-up tomato guts on the cutting board, lettuce leaves, and onion all around the table and on the floor.

"Dammit, Dean." You laugh seeing his mess before you grabbed the broom and cleaned the floor. Wiping all the tomato, lettuce, and onion remains off the floor and into the garbage can.

After you cleaned that mess up, you walked over to the fridge and grabbed a water bottle. Afterward, you walked down the hallway to hear Jack speaking, "I have no idea why I have been feeling like this lately. My feelings for him have become stronger and stronger that I can't even stand going on cases anymore to see him get hurt."

What is Jack even talking about? Does he have feelings for someone? But, he doesn't even know or understand how relationships work. He has only been on this earth for two months.

You walked faster down the hall to see Jack sitting beside Sam with your diary, but before you can say a word he read more.

"I really like Dean. There I said it. I like Dean Winchester. I fear losing him to a hunt and can't bear with losing him to a monster. I liked him for a few years now, but I have been too afraid to say anything. I'm sure by how Dean would rather be with other women that he doesn't feel the same about me. Plus, I wouldn't want to lose our friendship over my childish crush."

Before Sam had a say in anything, you were already crossing the room to Jack. Snatching your journal away. Your open water bottle was on the floor, spilled.

"Do you know that it isn't nice to read someone's diary?!" You yell at Jack. Jack holds his hands up, "Y/n, I didn't know. It was on the table with the other books. I thought it was re-"

You cut Jack's sentence off, "Research?? Really? What's your excuse? You see me write in it EVERY DAY Jack! How could you not pick up that it's something personal! Oh, wait. You're a little baby in the body of a sixteen-year-old!" You slam your book down in front of him, "Go ahead and read the rest. You read enough already!"

Jack had his head down hearing you yell at him while Sam and Dean looked at you and him. You know Jack didn't know what it was. But, you felt betrayed and hurt by the fact that now my secret crush was out. Dean knew. You could feel all the eyes on you and your own eyes burned. Tears were gonna start falling soon. You left the room and went down the hallway to your room and slammed your door shut.

You lay down on your bed and sighed. Hiding your face with your hands and sobbing. You could never look at Dean or Sam again. You got up and started packing your clothes. Everything was over. The friendships you built. Gone. The years of working with them—him was over after everything you've been through.

A knock on the door broke you out of your thought. You wiped the tears from your face and opened the door to see Dean leaning on the doorway in his red henley and blue jeans.

"Hey." He spoke looking at you, "Can I come in?"

You open the door wide enough to allow Dean in, he walks in and rubs his head with his hand while you closed the door.

"What do you want D?"

Dean took a breath before he spoke, "Look. You were really hard on Jack. He didn't know. He is just a kid."

You nod your head at Dean, understanding what he said. "Yeah. I know. I'm gonna to apologize to him later. I am just mad." You look at your feet not looking at his face.

Dean looked at your partially packed suitcase and sighed, "I understand why you are mad. But, I came to talk to you because I need-Dammit I ain't good at this." He took a breath before he spoke again, "Ilikeyoutoo."

He said that sentence so fast you couldn't quite make out what he said. You look at him confused and step closer to him, "What?"

Dean sighs and takes a step forward, "Screw it." He takes your face in his hand and kisses you.

His lips were soft but you could feel the passion behind them, You stood there for a moment letting Dean kiss you before you returned the kiss giving the same passion he was giving you.

It felt like pure bliss while the kiss lasted. You never wanted it to stop.

Dean pulled away, his hands still on your face holding it gently. He looked you in the eyes. His green ones are full of emotion and devotion for you.

"Do you get what I am saying now? I don't want you to go." Dean said, his eyes never leaving yours. You smile up at Dean.

"I never will go."

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The Cuddling Scheme

The reader, Team Free Will 2.0, and Charlie have a movie night.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1068

Warnings: none!

Square Filled: Movie Night @spnfluffbingo

A/N: hello ! here is a short little one shot for my fluff bingo card! its honestly just a bunch of family time and a little bit of dean time. enjoy !!

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“Y/N, hurry up!” Charlie’s voice bounced off the concrete walls of the bunker. The microwave beeped and you rushed over, quickly pulling out the steaming paper bag.

“Ouch! Fuck!” Your fingertips slightly burned, but you had dealt with worse— much worse.

“Okay! Okay! I’m coming!” You called back, pouring the freshly-made popcorn into a large metal bowl. You grabbed the second bowl that you had made only minutes before from the counter, rushing over to the Dean Cave.

Movie night was long overdue, and tonight was perfect since Charlie was spending a couple of nights at the bunker after a weekend at Comic-Con in Wichita. You were on popcorn duty after an unanimous vote— excluding you— had decided that you made the best popcorn. You only had to make two bags though, as Cas didn’t eat anything and Sam had his bag of kale chips. Charlie wasn’t the biggest popcorn eater, so you figured she’d just eat some of yours if she felt like it.

You smiled at the scene that greeted you as you walked into the Dean Cave. Jack sat in the front on a beanbag that he had claimed as his own. He was laughing as he talked to Cas. The older angel was seated in one of the armchairs that flanked the left of the long couch. He was nursing a beer— his fifth one to be exact— his eyes shining at Jack’s happiness. Dean was talking to Charlie, both sitting on opposite sides of the couch leaving the middle open for you. Sam was sitting on the other armchair, munching away at his kale chips while on his phone, most likely looking for a new case.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Jack said with a smile when you handed him a bowl of popcorn. You returned his smile and settled into your spot, handing the larger bowl of popcorn to Dean so you could adjust the pillow behind your back. He shoved a handful of the buttery treat into his mouth.

“Mmm,” he groaned, “Delicious as always, sweetheart.” He winked at you, causing little, nervous flutters in your stomach. You looked away before he could notice your blush, locking eyes with Charlie.

“Yeah, Y/N,” she said, her eyes filled with mirth, “Delicious.” She gave you a cheesy wink that had you rolling your eyes.

“Shut up,” you muttered, not wanting Dean to catch wind of your conversation. Luckily, he was too preoccupied throwing popcorn at Jack, while the younger angel tried to catch it in his mouth. After several failed attempts— that left several pieces of popcorn scattered around Jack— Dean focused his attention elsewhere, pelting Sam instead.

“Dude,” Sam said, annoyed as he shook a kernel out of his long hair, “Cut it out.”

“Come on Sammy, a little popcorn never hurt anyone. It sure as hell beats those toasted vegetables you’re munching on,” Dean teased.

“They’re called kale chips, Dean,” Sam said, rolling his eyes at his older brother.

“Why don’t we start the movie?” Charlie interrupted before Dean could respond.

The TV— having been long forgotten since they had chosen the movie— had turned off its screen, but one click of the remote had it up and running. You subtly flinched at the creepy doll blankly staring through the screen.

“A horror movie? Really?” You laughed, hoping no one could hear the slight tremble of nerves in your voice. “Our life is one big horror movie. Don’t you want a change for once?”

“Come on, Y/N. It’s just a stupid storyline with stupid writers who think they know what they’re doing. We face the real deal every day,” Dean argued. “Unless… you’re scared?” Your heart raced as you feigned confidence.

“Please, I fight monsters for a living. I’m not scared of a stupid doll.” He smirked.

“It’s settled then. Cas, hit the lights,” Dean responded, relaxing into the back of the couch.

The lights went out, leaving only the TV to illuminate the room. Charlie started the movie while everyone began to settle in. You shifted to your side, swinging your legs into Dean’s open lap, and he automatically placed his hands over them, drawing little circles on your shins. You nestled into the couch, placing the bowl of popcorn on your lap. Dean reached behind him, grabbing two beer bottles from the table. He handed one to you and took a swig out of the other.

It was a typical horror movie filled with blood, gore, and creepy music. Jack was often confused, asking questions like, “If the doll is a cursed object, why don’t they just burn it?” and “Why aren’t they shooting the ghosts with salt rounds?” Every jump scare had you flinching and clinging on to Dean’s arm— not that the older hunter said anything about it. You swore you caught him smirking a couple of times though.

After what seemed like forever, but was really just a couple of hours at most, the movie was over. Sam got up from his chair, and turned on the light, collecting the empty beer bottles littered around the room. Charlie yawned and stretched, before getting up and announcing she was going to bed. Cas and Jack followed, leaving you and Dean alone in the room.

The popcorn was long gone, the empty bowl abandoned on the floor at some point, and you were practically in Dean’s lap. He was holding you as you huddled into his warm, hard chest.

“Sorry,” he whispered, and you looked up at him in confusion. “Why?” His green eyes met yours, and he gave you a sheepish smile.

“I picked the movie, even though I knew you didn’t like horror movies,” he confessed. “I just wanted to hold you.”

Your eyes narrowed, and you pulled away from his arms. His face fell.

“Sweetheart, I—” You reached behind you for a pillow, and lightly smacked him with it.

“That was for intentionally scaring me,” you told him, before leaning in and kissing his cheek.

“And that?” He muttered, his eyes closed as his cheek tingled from the feeling of your soft lips.

“That was for holding me when I was scared,” you told him, happily, before nestling back into him.

“I’ll hold you forever,” he whispered. His arms wrapped around you tightly, and a light kiss was placed to the top of your head. You sighed, content in his embrace.

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cerise-grenadine · 3 months

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Summer 1996, or later. Severus & Muireann are spending some time on the coast of France.

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It was another of those bright, lazy summer mornings. A gentle warm breeze was coming through the open window, carrying scents of pine and salt, and the song of waves and joyful birds.

He had gotten up a bit earlier. She hazily remembered him planting a soft kiss on the corner of her lips as she was dozing back to sleep. A grin split open her freckled face as she stretched like a cat; she put on a light robe, shook the duvet and folded it back neatly to let the marine atmosphere freshen the sheets.

As she walked down the stairs, she caught a sweet and tasty whiff wafting from the kitchen. He was making pancakes again. She stopped as she reached the threshold, to take in the scene. He hadn’t noticed her come down, focused as he was on the pan. Somehow he had gotten flour on his cheek. From the hi-fi came Ferrat’s deep and mellow voice, and he was whistling along what was his favourite song these days.

Tout ce que j'ai failli perdre, tout ce qui m'est redonné Aujourd'hui me monte aux lèvres en cette fin de journée Pouvoir encore partager ma jeunesse, mes idées Avec l'amour retrouvé, que c'est beau, c'est beau la vie. Pouvoir encore te parler, pouvoir encore t'embrasser Te le dire et le chanter, oui c'est beau, c'est beau la vie !

He looked happy.

Rough translation:

All I nearly lost, all that is given back to me is coming to my lips tonight Still being able to share my youth, my ideas With the newfound love* How beautiful, how beautiful life is Still being able to talk to you, to kiss you, To tell you so and sing it, How beautiful, how beautiful life is!

*technically, the original text says "a love that has been found again"

Here is an explanation of the lyrics in English! And the other song he was listening to just before, do yourself a favour i beg you (it’s about young lovers on a sunny beach, bathing in the warm sea with thyme and pine and pebbles and birds and waves and-)

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octoberclidan · 1 year

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First Time Kisses with Team Free Will

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester x Reader, Castiel x Reader

Summary: Three glimpses into the first time the reader (she/her) kisses each of the members of Team Free Will (separate).

Note: this was written by myself for myself; there are probably mistakes. My first language is English but I'm not American, so it may sound weird in places if you happen to be American reading it. If you do happen to come across this and spend time reading it, I hope you enjoy it somewhat!

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Dean

[Y/N] was sitting in her bed in the bunker, reading a book she'd picked up earlier in the week. Considering the fact that it was a fiction novel, it was probably the first non-lore book she'd read in months. It was quiet at the moment in relation to cases, and Team Free Will were taking advantage of resting up for the last week. She was pulled from her story when there was a knock on her door. "Come in?" She called. The door opened and Sam stepped in.

"Hey, Dean was wondering if you wanted to join us for a movie night in his 'Dean Cave'? He's already sent Cas out to get snacks".

[Y/N] set her book down beside her. "Yeah, sure, sounds good". She smiled at him.

"Cool, just come down to the room when you're ready. Take your time, Cas will probably be another 20 minutes at least". Sam turned to leave the room.

"Hey, Sam?"

"Yeah?" He turned back to see her nervously biting her lip.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Of course". He walked back into her room and closed the door behind him before sitting down on the edge of her bed.

[Y/N] fidgeted with the cover on her bed, not quite sure exactly what she wanted to ask him now that he was listening. He raised an eyebrow at her and smirked; he already knew what was on her mind.

"Did you want to ask me about Dean?" [Y/N]'s eyes shot to Sam when he asked this - had she been making her crush that obvious? Did Dean already know about it? Sam chuckled at her shocked expression. "Don't worry, he's as clueless about your crush on him as you are about his crush on you".

"He... he doesn't have a crush on me.. does he?"

"He does, I know for a fact that he does because he asked me about you earlier". [Y/N] felt her cheeks grow hotter. She had been living in the bunker for just a month, but she had known the boys and hunted with them for over a year now. Dean had flirted with her the first time they met, and she had flirted back, but it was more of a 'we're friends who flirt for fun' sort of thing. Ever since moving in however, [Y/N] had started to develop feelings for the hunter. He would wink at her, compliment everything about her, hold her waist when he was squeezing past her, lean over her to grab something, reach over her to pick something off a shelf. Any chance for him to be close to her, he was there to take it.

"You should tell him".

"What if it makes things awkward though? We're hunters, usually being involved with each other makes things harder, what if he just wants to stick to harmless flirting?" Sam was amused, [Y/N] was a hunter who he had personally seen kill vampires, werewolves, demons, and all sorts of other monsters. Seeing her get all shy about a crush and what Dean may think of her showed him a side to her that he didn't get to see often.

"I think our lives are already too short to worry about stuff like that. You'd be good together, you'd make each other happy". Sam smiled at her. "Come on, let's go see what he's decided to make us all watch this evening". He pulled her up from her bed and they made their way down to the Dean Cave, where Dean was already sitting on the couch.

"Hey! Cas should be back in a few minutes, you two ready?" Dean looked to [Y/N] and patted the space beside him while Sam took one of the armchairs. She smiled at Dean and sat down beside him.

"Poltergeist? Again?" Sam asked as he looked at the screen in front of them.

"It's a classic Sammy, part of our cultural heritage".

"I have the snacks you asked for". Cas had just walked into the room with a bag, [Y/N] could see a bag of popcorn sticking out the top. He placed the bag down on the table in front of them and took the other armchair in the room. Once they were all settled in, Dean started the movie. She would never admit it, but [Y/N] didn't like horror or thriller; she had enough of that in her personal life. She was trying to keep her eyes off the screen as much as possible without being caught; she didn't want to give the boys any reason to make fun of her, especially not for being scared of a movie when she hunts monsters for a living.

She reached towards the table to grab some popcorn, and Dean must have noticed the slight shake in her fingers because he raised an eyebrow at her. "You okay Sweetheart?" He whispered, the sudden, unexpected question causing her to jump slightly.

"Yeah I'm fine". Dean waited a few more minutes and observed her while she pretended she didn't know he was staring at her before turning the movie off. They all turned their heads toward Dean.

"Dude, why'd you turn it off?" Sam mumbled through a mouth full of popcorn.

Dean shrugged. "It's late, we can watch the rest another time".

"It's 11pm and if I'm not mistaken we're only half way through". Cas furrowed his eyebrows at Dean in confusion; 11pm was not late by Dean's standards. Dean just shrugged again. "In that case I will go and look for something to research". Sam also followed Cas out of the room, mentioning something about getting a workout in before bed. [Y/N] made a move to stand up but Dean grabbed her wrist, pulling her back down to the couch.

"Not you Sweetheart".

"What?"

"You don't seem upset by the early end of the movie". He raised his eyebrows at her questioningly.

"I guess I'm tired too".

"I never said I was tired".

"Why did you turn it off then?"

"You were scared, I could see you shaking [Y/N]. You can hunt demons and monsters, but can't watch a scary movie?" [Y/N] looked away in embarrassment. "Hey, I'm not making fun of you, I'm just surprised". He reached over and put his hand on her thigh, stroking it with his thumb. Now she felt nervous for a different reason.

"It feels pretty stupid".

"I'm terrified of flying". [Y/N] was amused at his confession, he had literally died, many, many times, and he was scared of flying? Dean saw her lip turn up into a smile and he elbowed her gently. "Don't laugh at me, I'm opening up to you here!"

"Sorry". She giggled at him. "It's hard to imagine you being scared of anything".

"Well I'm scared of lots of things. Losing you, or Sammy, or Cas, messing up a hunt, making a move on you".

"What?" [Y/N] wasn't quite sure she heard the last part properly.

"I guess I'm scared of being rejected by you".

"You... want me?"

"Yes".

"Did Sam say something to you?"

"He may have". Dean smiled at her. "Is that a valid thing to be scared of?" [Y/N] shook her head.

"I wouldn't reject you Dean". He shifted closer to her so their legs were touching, and he slid his hand on her leg closer to the inside of her thigh, causing her breath to hitch. His other hand came up to hold the back of her head, and he gently pulled her closer until their lips were touching. Both of them closed their eyes and relaxed into the kiss. [Y/N] brought her hand up to rest on his upper arm, feeling the muscles under his flannel, while the other lay on his hand on her thigh. Dean leaned forward, pushing [Y/N] to lay back on the couch and he crawled on top of her. Her hands wrapped around his neck, and they opened their mouths to each other to let their tongues in. Dean used one hand to keep himself propped up so he didn't have all of his weight on her, and his other hand snaked under her shirt to grab her waist. After several more minutes of touching and kissing, Dean pulled back and looked down at her in admiration. "Wanna take this to my room?" He asked her. She nodded, and he leaned down to press one more kiss to her lips before pulling her up and leading the way to his bedroom.

Sam

"Hey, Dean called, him and Cas need backup". Sam poked his head into [Y/N]'s room at the bunker.

"Are they okay?" She closed the book on vampires that she had been reading and quickly stood up from where she had been lounging on her bed.

"Yeah, yeah they're fine, remember they thought it was just a couple of vamps? Well it's more like a nest of 11 or 12. It's a two hour drive, they want us to help take them out. You in?"

"Of course! Meet in the garage in five minutes?" [Y/N] began to look around her room for some more hunting-appropriate clothes instead of the pyjamas she'd been wearing all day, when she noticed that Sam was still standing in the doorway. "Did you want something else?" She turned to look at him. He blinked and shook his head, only just realising that he'd been staring at her. He had been staring at her a lot recently, enough that Dean, and even Cas, had remarked on it. He stole glances at her whenever he could, he glared at men who seemed interested in her when they were out at bars, he daydreamed about her when she wasn't around. Sam and [Y/N] had known each other for years, and she had been living in the bunker with them for two years now so they were definitely close. He had always found her attractive, but recently he started to notice how good she was at research, quickly coming up with plans while on hunts, and how compassionate she was with victims of monster attacks. He had started to think of her as more than just a friend, but he had no idea what she thought of him, or if she even thought he was good-looking.

"Uh, no, sorry, yeah I'll meet you then". He turned awkward and stumbled out of the room, leaving [Y/N] slightly confused at his behaviour, but she shrugged it off and started to change her clothes. One she was done, she made her way out to the garage to find Sam already waiting in one of the bunker's cars.

The drive was spent quizzing each other on vampires to brush up on the lore, it had been awhile since their last vampire hunt. [Y/N] brought the book she had been reading, and Sam asked her to read a few paragraphs from it; he liked listening to her voice. After a couple of hours they turned a corner to an old abandoned factory, and saw the Impala sitting outside, Dean and Cas already standing outside to greet them.

"So myself and Cas will cause a distraction, draw them all out to the front of the factory, and Sam and [Y/N] go around the back and attack them from behind, make sure none are left behind". Dean looked between everyone. "Everyone clear?" They all nodded at him. [Y/N] and Sam made their way around the side of the factory and around to the back. [Y/N] took a quick look in through a dirty window and saw two vampires sitting at a table.

"There's two here, the rest must be farther to the front". She whispered to Sam and he nodded. They waiting for a couple of minutes, and then they heard a crash. [Y/N] looked back in to the window and saw the two vampires hurrying out of the room towards the front of the building where the crash had come from. "Okay, come on let's go!" She turned to Sam as he shouldered the old wooden door and it easily gave way under his weight, granting the two of them access. They both had machetes in their hands, guns stuffed into their waistbands in case they needed them. Sam took the lead, walking through the back room and out into a corridor.

[Y/N] was admiring Sam's muscular back when she tripped over a brick that was lying on the dark floor, falling down onto her hands and knees. "[Y/N] are you okay?" She looked up to see Sam's panicked expression, he hadn't heard her fall and had been quite far ahead of her when he realised she wasn't behind him. He reached out a hand to her when she nodded and she took it. He pulled her up and she tripped slightly, falling towards his chest. He caught her, and put his hands firmly on her shoulders. He crouched down slightly to look at her face properly.

"I'm fine Sam, I just tripped".

"Stay behind me okay? I think they're just through that next door". [Y/N] would usually be annoyed if Dean was being overprotective; she would see it as him not trusting her hunting skills, or him treating her like a little sister. It was different when Sam did it. When Sam told her to stay behind him, she knew that he admired her as a hunter, but cared about her too much to let her go first. She couldn't help but smile behind his back.

They quickly made their way to the front of the factory where they found Dean and Cas fighting against several vampires, two already dead on the ground. Sam and [Y/N] ran at the vampires that were currently focusing on Dean and Cas, catching them off guard from behind. The four of them fought together, until they were down to one vampire each. [Y/N] managed to kill hers, and she looked to the boys to see who needed help, when Cas killed his an immediately ran to Dean to help. [Y/N] turned her attention to Sam but was stopped in her tracks when she saw that the vampire had managed to grab Sam's machete and plunge it into his stomach. [Y/N]'s mouth went dry and all she could feel was rage as she charged towards the vampire, cutting its head off from behind. She dropped her machete and fell to her knees to catch Sam who was already on his knees, and swaying, grabbing the wound in his side.

"Hey, Sam, you're okay". His eyes were trying to focus on her but his eyelids were closing. Keeping her hands on his shoulders, she turned her head to look for the others. "CAS". She called. "CAS GET OVER HERE NOW". Both Cas and Dean were wiping the blood off their faces from the vampire they just took down when they whipped their heads towards [Y/N]'s shout. Cas raced to them and placed his fingers on Sam's forehead. There was a white glow, and then Sam completely slumped unconscious into [Y/N]'s arms. She struggled under his weight, but Dean quickly lifted him off her. "I-is he okay?" [Y/N]'s voice was shaking as she stood up.

"Yes, he just needs to rest, but he's okay". Cas moved to help Dean lift Sam, and together they carried him out to the Impala, [Y/N] trailing slowly behind. Sam had woken up slightly by the time they got to the car, and was able to walk with just Dean holding on to his side. Cas opened the back door and was about to sit in his usual spot when it was the four of them, but Dean quickly spoke up.

"Cas, why don't you take shotgun this time? [Y/N] can sit in the back and keep an eye on Sam". He helped Sam slide in through the open door and turned to [Y/N]. "You okay Sweetheart?" He put his hand on her shoulder and looked at her with a concerned expression. She just nodded. "He's okay, you saved him. Thank you". She didn't respond, she just looked at Sam. "I think maybe tonight would be a good time to tell him how you feel". Her eyes snapped to Dean's as he said this and she blinked at him, he smiled softly at her. "Our lives are short, I know you care about Sammy just as much as I do, and I think you'd be a good match. I also happen to know that he most definitely has a crush on you". He winked at her before leaving to open the driver's door, while she stood there blushing thinking about Sam having a crush on her. With a deep breath, she opened the back door to the Impala and slid in next to Sam on his left. He was sitting up and awake, but looked tired. She argued with herself in her head for a couple of minutes, and then made the decision to reach over and grab his hand. He smiled at her, and she was almost certain that she saw a blush on his cheeks too. He turned her hand so that it was palm down on his thigh, and he placed his right hand on top of hers, stroking it with his thumb. His left arm came up and he nodded his head, gesturing for her to move closer. Before her confidence ran out, she shifted closer to him and leaned her head on his shoulder, his around dropping around her. Dean smiled at them in the rear view mirror.

Sam and [Y/N] stayed like that the entire ride back to the bunker, and Sam was now awake enough to make it down the stairs himself. Dean excused himself, and hinted at Cas to do the same, leaving [Y/N] and Sam alone. "You saved me today". He smiled down at her.

"You've saved me plenty of times". She noted. "I was so scared when I saw that vamp hurt you Sam". He stepped closer to her and reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear.

"I know the feeling. But I'm here, I'm okay, I'm with you". He didn't take his hand back, instead moving it to cup her cheek. "I heard Dean tell you that I have a crush on you". She looked up at him. "He was telling the truth, I do".

"Kiss me then". He smiled at her demand and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers. Her hands immediately shot up into his hair, pulling him closer to her, and he walked her backwards until her back hit the map table. He finally took his hand away from her face, and without breaking the kiss, reached down to her thighs and lifted her up so she was now sitting on the table. She bit his lip, testing the waters, and he opened up, letting her in. His hands moved up her thighs and past her hips, both of them sliding under her shirt and grabbing her waist. Her hands moved down to the buttons on his flannel and she began undoing them, eager to see more of him. Once all of the buttons were undone, Sam shrugged the flannel off and [Y/N] moved her attention to the hem of his t-shirt. Finally, Sam pulled back and smiled at her.

"I think we should take this to my room".

Castiel

Sam, Dean, Cas, and [Y/N] were all in the Impala on their way home from a successful hunt. As usual, Dean was driving, Sam was shotgun, and [Y/N] and Cas were in the back. "I say we hit the bar". Dean had been in a good mood all day, having killed both a shifter and a djinn who were working together and abducting people from a town not far from the bunker. They were able to complete the case without any fatalities, freeing everyone who had been taken, and leaving all members of Team Free Will in a very good mood.

"I'm down". Sam nodded at him.

"Can you drop me back at the bunker first Dean? I'm kinda looking forward to just getting home and relaxing".

Dean raised an eyebrow at her in the rear view mirror. "You don't want to celebrate?"

"I do, just from the comfort of the bunker".

"Well you can't celebrate on your own". Sam turned around to look at her.

"No, you guys should go out, find celebration hookups, the works. I just wanna cosy up on the couch".

"You sure you don't want to find a celebration hookup of your own?" When Dean asked this, [Y/N] could see Cas stiffen out of the corner of her eye.

"I don't feel like going to a bar either, I can keep you company". Cas offered up. She turned to him and smiled before nodding, an action that made Cas relax back into the back bench.

"Fuck it, there's beer back in the bunker. We can have a quiet celebration just the four of us tonight, then when you kids are feeling more awake we can all go out tomorrow night".

"I'm millions of years older than you Dean". [Y/N] giggled and Cas smiled at her, he didn't always know how he made her laugh, but he knew he liked it when he did.

Dean pulled into the bunker's garage and the four of them pulled their bags out with them. "Alright, meet in the Dean Cave in ten minutes, I have a few celebration ideas" Dean wiggled his eyebrows at the rest of them and headed off to his room to drop of his bag.

"Well that doesn't sound ominous". [Y/N] remarked and Sam shrugged. The three of them followed Dean's path to the corridor of bedrooms to drop off their stuff too. [Y/N] quickly changed into a pair of pyjamas, wanting to be comfortable, before making her way to Dean's favourite room in the bunker. She found him sitting in one of the armchairs and Cas sitting on the couch, Sam was just behind her. Cas smiled welcomingly at her so she took a seat beside him on the couch while Sam took the other armchair. She noticed the beer already open for each of them on the table.

"So, anyone up for a little drinking game?" Dean asked while rubbing his hands together, a sparkle in his eyes.

"I'm game" Sam said while reaching for one of the bottles.

"What game are we playing?" Cas asked.

"Never have I ever". Dean responded with a grin. [Y/N] felt a bit nervous, she wasn't the most experienced person in the room, with the world's most famous hunters and a literal angel sitting beside her, she felt like she was probably going to end up drinking the least while the rest of them got drunk. "You start us off kiddo". Dean nodded at [Y/N]. She thought about it for a few seconds, trying to think of something that she knew all three of them have done.

"Okay, never have I ever.... died". She said with a smirk. Sam rolled his eyes playfully and took a drink, and Dean nodded approvingly at her before reaching for his. Cas looked at both of them before picking up his beer, and he tilted his head.

"So if we have done the thing she says she hasn't, we take a drink?" He asked.

"Have we seriously never played this with you before?" Dean wiped his mouth as he put his beer down while Cas took a sip out of his. "You give it a shot next. Try think of something that you haven't done, that you think we've all done, or at least one of us, but try aim to get the most people drinking".

"Okay". The angel sat there with a look of concentration on his face. "Never have I ever gone to a movie theatre". Sam, Dean, and [Y/N] all took a drink.

"You should go to one some time, they're good". [Y/N] smiled.

"Alright, never have I ever... been to a beach". This time only [Y/N] and Cas took a drink. She looked between the two brothers and raised an eyebrow.

"You've hunted all over the country and never been a beach?" Sam shrugged and Dean shook his head. "We should all go to one next time we have a break!"

"Sounds like a plan Sweetheart, Sammy you're up".

"Never have I ever worn women's underwear". He smirked at Dean while he said this and Dean widened his eyes.

"How did you know about that? I've only ever spoken about that with myself".

"I may have bumped into a certain girl awhile back who shared the memory with me". Sam chuckled at Dean's annoyed expression. Dean and [Y/N] drank, and then Cas did too. They all looked at him questioningly.

"I've possessed female vessels in the past". [Y/N] giggled at the thought of both Dean and Cas in women's underwear before coming up with her next one.

"Never have I ever had a one night stand".

"Wait, you've never even had a celebration hookup?". Dean gawked at [Y/N].

"Nope. Drink up boys". All three of them drank, though she wasn't expecting Cas to. There must be so much about him that she didn't know yet; she hadn't spent as much time with him as she had with Sam and Dean. "Your go Cas". She nudged him with her elbow.

"Never have I ever... gone to prison". Sam and Dean both took a drink and [Y/N] looked between the two of them.

"Long story, we'll tell you another time. Never have I ever kissed a demon outside of a deal". Dean looked to Sam and Cas expectantly, and they both took a drink.

"I am learning a lot about you tonight Cas". She said, and he looked slightly embarrassed. Sam then cleared his throat.

"Never have I ever kissed an angel". Dean took a drink but was more interested in watching [Y/N]. She noticed this and looked to Sam, who was also watching her expectantly.

"What?" She asked, moving her eyes from one brother to the other.

"You've never kissed an angel?" Sam asked.

"When would I have kissed an angel?"

"You mean you two have never..." Dean waved his finger from [Y/N] to Cas and [Y/N] blushed at what he was implying. Dean smirked before turning to Cas. "Hey Cas, wanna give [Y/N] an opportunity to take a drink?"

"Dean!" [Y/N] gasped at him. Cas looked confused.

"What do you mean?" Cas sat up straight, he looked interested in what Dean meant by his suggestion.

"Dean is saying that if you want to kiss [Y/N], now is a good opportunity". Sam explained. He stood up and nodded towards the door at Dean. "Come on, they don't need an audience". Dean looked disappointed but stood up anyway and followed his brother out of the room, leaving [Y/N] and Cas sitting in silence.

"Would you like me to kiss you?" Cas turned towards [Y/N] and placed his beer down on the table. She swallowed nervously and put hers down too, then focused on picking at her fingers rather than look at Cas.

"I mean, if you wanted to kiss me, I would kiss you back... but you don't have to kiss me just because of a stupid game". She mumbled. Her heart started to beat a little bit faster when she felt Cas shift closer to her. His hand covered hers to stop her picking, and his other hand moved to her chin, turning her face to look at him. She saw his eyes flicker down to her lips, and he leaned forward to press his to them. She melted into the kiss, her body relaxing while her heart continued to speed up slightly. Feeling a little more confident than before, she took one of her hands out from under Cas' and moved it to the back of his head, slipping her fingers under the hair at the top of his neck. His tongue slid across her lower lip and she opened her mouth for him, intensifying their kiss. One of his hands held hers on her lap, and he kept the other on her face, using his thumb to stroke her cheek.

Eventually [Y/N] pulled back to take a breath and opened her eyes. Cas' eyes were still closed but he was smiling. She pulled her hand from his hair and ran it down the side of his face, he opened his eyes. "I think you're supposed to take a drink now". The angel said and she giggled. "Then can I kiss you again?" He asked with a smile.

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pickledpascal · 4 months

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Long Story Short, It Was a Bad Time

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Castiel

Warnings: transphobia, homophobia, horrible parent john winchester, homophobic language, implied past prostitution, based on 14x13, angst with a happy-ish ending

A/N: in this, dean is trans and visually looks similar to another of jensen's characters, beau arlen.

Word Count: 4.8k

Jensen Ackles Masterlist

Dean Winchester had known he was a boy since he could talk. Hell, before he could talk.

He wasn't aware he wasn't a boy until after his mother died and every single teacher in every single town they went to called him a girl and separated him into the girls' lines instead of the boys. It got increasingly mind-numbing as he entered his pre-teen years. His first period came around and his dad wasn't sure what to do. Pads were one of the most expensive supplies he had to buy and he never failed to make Dean feel bad about it at every turn.

“Suck it up, Deanna.”

“Don't go tellin’ anyone I don't do anything for you, Deanna.”

“You better clean the garbage out when I get home, Deanna. I don't wanna see that.”

The name itched him like a bad rash. Made him want to scream. But all he could do was cry. After John was gone and Sammy was asleep.

His boobs were growing in and everything about his body felt wrong. He was glad he was naturally tall and that he was able to gain more muscle the more John let him go on hunts but it wasn't the same. His shoulders weren't as broad as the other guys in his class, his hips jutted out too much for his liking, and he hated his long hair.

Dean cut it on his sixteenth birthday and told his father it was under the guise of wanting to be safe. Unpullable hair meant one less thing he had to worry about when it came to monsters. John looked at him suspiciously. He must have known. But he didn't blow up like Dean expected him to. That made the wrenching feeling in his gut twist more. There had to be a catch.

He came out two weeks after that.

“Thank God.” Dean blinked at the reaction. “I thought I was gonna have a dyke of a daughter. Now, I have another son. You going by another name?”

Dean wanted to throw up. Somehow, that made everything worse. His father would rather have a son than a lesbian daughter? He didn't want to think about the fact that he still liked boys just not as much as girls.

He had a few mishaps, he'd look at a few guys as he passed them with John at his side. Dean didn't think too much of it since nothing came of it. Why would John punish him for something as simple as a glance?

Then his seventeenth birthday came.

Dean's first hunt by himself, specifically curated by his father. He watched the fire in the hole he dug earlier with his hands pushed into the pockets of his jacket. The two bodies were as intertwined as they could be for rotting skeletons.

The heat was nice. But bittersweet. He was close enough that it could burn him. Dean would've loved to burn to a crisp as well but he had a brother to protect.

Dean swallowed thickly and gathered up his supplies.

Message heard loud and clear, Dad.

Dean's top surgery was one of the things he remembered the most about his more medical transition. He couldn't get testosterone as much as he wanted to with forged signatures and documents but Bobby offered something else.

So Dean was laid down on a steel examination table asleep on some anesthetic Bobby was able to get off the black market. Bobby didn't have much experience being a surgeon so it wasn't the best but it was as sterile and safe as it could be. But Dean couldn't have been happier. His chest was flat. That's what he cared about. Even if he had to be at Bobby's for weeks. He was just glad Sam was there too instead of having to leave him alone with John.

Time passed. Dean leaned hard into his masculinity after John died. A little too hard.

“You are way out of my brother’s league.”

“Guess how many of these cheerleaders are legal.”

“She's a bitch.”

“Fucking bitch!”

“Bitch!”

Part of it was his frustration with nearly being killed every day of his life, not even by monsters, the other part was the things John beat into him at a young age. If Dean wanted to be a man, he had to be one at John's discretion. He had to like girls but not enough to actually settle down with one. He had to look out for Sam even if that meant he would die.

So he did.

Made a deal. Went to hell.

Except he didn't expect to come back.

That gas station would forever stay in his mind. He walked for hours to find it. His whole body felt a little different. Jumbled around but he could tell his body was still his. He immediately went for the water bottles and broke the seal, downing it in one go.

Dean caught a glimpse of a mirror out of the corner of his eye. He walked up to it and licked at his bottom lip, staring at himself. He noticed his sharper jaw decorated with stubble, his hair seemed to be less chopped, his shoulders more broad, and… he had bowlegs? He looked down and then back up.

Intrigued, he lifted his shirt. His lips dropped open. The scars under his pecs were still there but they were different, no longer botched and scary-looking, but smooth. And his chest. It wasn't completely flat like it was before. His pecs looked more natural, protruding a bit. Like a “real” man. Dean let his shirt drop as he breathed. The handprint on his arm was there too and, for a moment, he knew something cosmic had to be the reason for this, but something inside him felt so happy. Giddy.

He snuck a peak under his jeans. And, yeah, no he still didn't have a dick but he didn't particularly care about that anyway. One of the only things about his body that didn't matter as much. Well, at least now he felt comfortable in himself even if it came at a price.

Over and over again. He was reminded of what he “really” was.

“Daddy's blunt little instrument.”

“Daddy's little girl.”

Hell, half of it came from himself. As a joke. Not one he particularly wanted to be true.

“I've been re-hymenated.”

“Ever since I was a little girl.”

“You got anything that’s real?” “My boobs.”

As Dean grew older, he started to shed those kinds of ideals. Not only did it get too heavy to bear but he started not to care anymore. John was dead. Mary was dead. Who did he have to impress? So he didn't mind talking about the fact he didn't have a dick and indulging himself on some things that may be seen as feminine. Like a few satin panties tucked into the bottom of his drawer or the few times he painted his nails—it never lasted long when he went on a hunt.

Although Dean still thought of his body as a tool, something he could use against their adversaries, it was a little easier to live in when he was in control of what he could do to it. When it was the kind of body he always wanted. So he got more tattoos to cover his body—they were mostly covered by his layers of denim and flannel except for one that creeped onto the side of his neck—his nipples got pierced and he nearly forgot he actually had nerve endings there when it happened, he grew out his hair a bit—not nearly as long as Sam’s but enough that he could style it better—he started wearing earrings and rings again. Not many and usually not during hunts because he had a feeling any monster, or human for that matter, would take advantage of it and tear his ear in half.

Sam and Castiel didn't mention it. Ever. And Dean wasn't sure if he should be grateful for it or not.

“Why did you…” Dean breathed, glancing up at Castiel. He didn't want to finish the rest of his question. It was right after Mary came back and she had locked herself in some random room in the bunker to process something.

Dean was no longer her beautiful, young four-year-old daughter Deanna. He was a grown man with shorter hair, a sharp jaw, and stubble. He knew it would be a shock for anyone, especially someone dead for so long but he didn't expect it to reopen a wound he thought had healed years ago. People had only ever thought of Dean as Dean. A man.

Even the very few women he got with after transitioning still thought of him as a man afterward.

Castiel’s eyes softened at Dean. He could sense the turmoil inside his head. “I was given liberty to rebuild you in the way I thought would prepare you for Micheal,” He admitted softly. He could see Dean was holding in a breath. “I decided to give you the body you wanted. The one you deserved. I had never seen a soul shine as bright as yours as you looked at my handiwork in that gas station. I knew then, I made the right decision.”

Dean's cheeks flared with blush, averting his gaze to look at anywhere but Castiel. He never quite thought about him being there, watching him admire himself. He knew that was Cas, of course, he did, but to Dean, it wasn't Cas just yet. The Cas he knew was so different from that grinding, high-pitched noise he remembered hearing.

The Cas he knew was safe. His best friend. The closest thing to family he had beside Sam. He was able to be open with Cas in a different way than Sam.

More and more shit came and went. More and more apocalypses. But Castiel was a constant. Even if he died a few times. Even if he left a few times. He usually came back. Dean wanted him to stay. For good. But even if he was more open with being a transgender guy and liking girls and guys, he still wasn't that open about his feelings. His more complicated feelings.

“Sam? Deanna?”

That fucking pearl.

The sight of his father. That's not what Dean wanted. That wasn't his deepest desire. Hell, he didn't even know what his deepest desire was. And that name. He hadn't heard that name in years. Mary caught on quickly that Dean was Dean and that was it. But, of course, his father wouldn't. Even if he liked having Dean as a son more than a daughter.

That fucking pearl was supposed to get Micheal the fuck out of his head and kill him for good measure. Instead, it brought him the one thing Dean hated more than anything in his life.

On autopilot, Dean locked himself in his room. He nearly fell to his knees but he braced himself on the wall and had half a mind to punch a hole in it. He winced as that banging in his mind got louder. Micheal screamed. Dean slid down the wall and pushed his hands into his hair. His breathing was harbored and he felt suffocated as if something was weighing down his chest.i

Why did that pearl do that? Dean was happy without him. As happy as he could be with an archangel in his head and tonnes of baggage.

A soft knock brought Dean back to reality. Cas. He pushed himself off the ground and opened the door.

“Sam told me about your father,” His tone was deathly serious. Dean hadn't heard Castiel sound like that in a while. He was grateful for it. “Would you like me to smite him?”

Dean swallowed. The offer was tempting. “Jesus, Cas, no. I—” Want him gone. Dead. Obliterated. Erased from his memories. Back in Hell. Gone from Heaven. Tortured to be forgotten. “I need you. Here. With me.” His shoulders slumped after the admission.

“Of course, Dean. Whatever you need.” Castiel's voice softened as his eyes did as well. It was so truthful, said with such fondness Dean nearly cried.

Dean sat at the end of his bed and motioned for Castiel to do the same. The angel obliged. He knew there was this thing between them. Obvious enough Sam started to call him out on it, never in front of Cas to save him from the embarrassment, but it was always on his mind when they were alone together. He wasn't sure what to do with it. All his feelings. Everything was so complex. Yet simple. It was a strange dichotomy. One he wasn't sure he wanted to admit out loud.

But the fact that Castiel had only ever seen Dean as a man helped. Drove it into his thick skull what this thing was. Love. Castiel spoke to him so reverently. Spoke his name like a prayer. One Dean desperately wanted to hear over and over again.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Of course, Dean.”

“Good things do happen, Dean.”

“This is a good thing, Dean.”

“He called me Deanna,” Dean admitted softly, eyes focused on his boots. He was naturally tall, even before resurrected by Cas, but the boots gave him an extra inch or so to not look as small next to Sam. He could feel how tense Castiel was after his words. “It's… funny,” He let out a dry laugh, “For years, I've been fine. Been good in that area. But that's just—” Dean took a sharp breath. “People see me as a guy now. At least, they do until they get in my pants. But Dad—John, I fucking look like this,” He gestured to himself, “And he calls me Deanna? Fuck me.” He scoffed.

For a second, he had a feeling John only humored him when he was younger. Called him Dean, got him a binder before his surgery, just because it was easier. If Dean became a man then he wouldn't look as much like Mary anymore and then maybe he wouldn't see her in his eyes or his face.

But John still did. This was proof of that.

“Your father, for lack of a better term, is a bitch.” Castiel said shamelessly. “You are so much more than a man born in the wrong body. It's a shame your father is too blind to see that.”

Dean's breath caught in his throat. And then he laughed. Hard. Hard enough his lungs started hurting and he had to gasp for air. Hard enough that tears started to form at the edges of his eyes and a few even rolled down his cheeks. He didn't register his hand on Castiel's thigh until he set his hand on top of it.

Dean pulled it away. Or tried. Castiel held it in place. “Your soul…” He murmured. “It shines so bright when you laugh.”

His voice. So soft and reassuring. Dean screwed his eyes shut. He couldn't help the fluttering in his chest. For the first time in a while, Micheal was silent. It was just him and Cas in the middle of his bed. Safe. Outside his room might be different.

Dean's eyes lifted to meet Castiel's. They were a brilliant shade of blue he couldn't quite place. Nothing matched it. Sure, he could compare them to the ocean or perhaps the sky but even those didn't come close. Without thinking too hard, Dean let himself go.

His free hand pulled Castiel close as he brought their lips together. The surprised noise the angel made was cute and Dean could feel him melting into the kiss. Castiel's lips were chapped, Dean chalked it up to him not caring for his vessel much, but everything felt so right. Their fingers intertwined while Cas threaded his free hand through Dean's hair.

A cough. And suddenly Dean and Cas jumped away from each other. It was Sam. Dean took a breath, thankful that it was Sam and not John. Sam smirked as his eyes flickered between the two men but it was quickly wiped off his face. “Mom and Dad… they want to have dinner together.” He explained, focusing on Dean.

There was still a lot Dean didn't tell Mary about John. About their life before the Men of Letters bunker. What Dean did to survive, to make sure Sam could live as comfortably as possible, to put food on the table and get a bed to sleep on, even while John was still alive. Bathrooms in gas stations on his knees, in the back of bars, dingy motel rooms.

John never asked where the money came from, he took it anyway.

If Mary knew, Dean knew she would look at John in a different light. A part of him didn't want to tarnish that for her. Even though it took some adjusting, she had accepted Dean wholeheartedly. Hell, she only messed up on his pronouns a few times, that was a lot better than when Sam first found out.

“Dean, do you want…?” Sam didn't finish his sentence. He didn't know the full extent of what John did to him but he knew Dean intentionally took the brunt of the abuse for Sam. And he could never take that back. “He's asking about you. Saying you—you finally look like a man. Wondered what kind of work you had done. Thinks you're…” Sam wasn't trying to guilt trip Dean, quite the opposite. “Thinks you get a lot of girls. Asked if you had a wife or something. Asked if you,” He coughed, “Got a dick yet.”

Dean’s fist clenched as his face contorted into disgust. Out of the corner of his eye, he could feel Castiel getting frustrated as well.

Screwing his eyes shut, Michael crept up in his mind again. The screams. The banging. It came back tenfold. “What does he even want? For us to be fucking normal?” Dean huffed.

“Yeah,” Sam said simply. “Dad… he's from 2003. That's what he does best. Act normal when nothing is.” He smiled sadly.

Dean stood up from the bed and rolled up the sleeves to his flannel shirt. He wouldn't—couldn’t—let his father undo everything he had ever built in the last fourteen years of his life. The small little family he made. Sam, him, Mary, Cas, Jack, and Claire. That was his family. Not John.

Castiel looked at Dean, concerned. “Are you sure, Dean?” He could see that little boy inside him, still scared of what his father could do to him. But he could also see the grown man he came to be, unafraid of his father because he could likely overpower him now.

Before he could think about it too hard, Dean nodded. “C'mon, sunshine. I'm not letting him fuck with my head again.” His leg bounced slightly. Not from nerves.

Dean, Sam, and Cas made their way into the war room where John and Mary sat at the map table. John’s head lifted to look at Dean. Fully look at him. Take in his new appearance. When he appeared, Dean didn't stay long enough for John to get a good look at what he had become. The last time he'd seen Dean, he was twenty-five, wore too big clothes, had a skinner frame, and his hair was short and was never styled. This Dean… was not that.

He grew into his height, broad shoulders, visible muscles under his flannel—John would have never guessed Dean was born a girl. That he was his daughter.

“Deanna.” John breathed.

“Dean.” The man corrected. “You're… here.” He wished he wasn't.

John’s eyes narrowed momentarily. Normally, he would've slapped him for something like that but he wasn't stupid. This Dean had a few pounds on him. “I am. Sam and your mom caught me up on everything that went down,” His eyes shifted to land on Castiel. “That the angel that pulled you out of Hell?”

“Hello, John.” Castiel greeted, void of any emotion. Dean glanced at him. He knew the angel inside and out and he knew Castiel was getting increasingly annoyed simply being in John's presence.

Mary sensed the tension between them and coughed. “I was thinking we could have Winchester Surprise?” She suggested softly—ever the peacemaker.

Dean cocked an eyebrow at his mother. He knew Mary was desperate to have John, they didn't have much time together and she was still very much in love, but no one else wanted him there. Dean didn't and neither did Sam and Castiel was so close to stomping John into a curb.

“I'm not sure that's a good idea, Mom.” Dean finally said. As much as he wanted to protect her from the real John, the one who was hiding behind a loving façade, he had to break the news to her. There must always come a time when the veil gets taken away from someone’s eyes, showing them the truth.

John tilted his head and Dean couldn't help but feel it was condescending. “Why not? We're all family here. We can be normal for a night,” He stared at Dean a little too hard. “As normal as we can be.”

“We were never normal,” Dean ground out. It took all his self-control not to just yell at him. Mary looked at Dean worriedly. She'd seen Dean mad, specifically at her, but nothing like this. His shoulders were tense and his nose was drawn into a snarl.

“You–You don't get it. Never will. You suck for a father. I had to raise Sam myself. You'd fuck off to who knows where drunk half the time and make me, a four-year-old watch over a fucking baby. And you liked me better as a son than a girl who liked girls? What the fuck?” Yeah. Fuck that self-control. Dean’s jaw set in place. “Guess fucking what dad? I like girls and boys. And I could care fucking less what you think of—”

Dean's jaw throbbed. Surprise shivered down his spine. John flexed his hand as he stared down at Dean as he cupped his face.

“John!” Mary yelled.

Castiel nearly jumped John before Dean did. With a single right hook, John was out cold on the floor. He flapped his hand afterward, feeling the soreness immediately. It had been a while since Dean had to punch someone, usually, he had a gun or knife when fighting, he was a little surprised at how effective it was.

“Dean!” Mary huffed as she went to John's side.

Dean bit the inside of his cheek. He decided he might as well come out with it. “Fuck him, Mom. He was never my father. He never tried to be. I was the only person who watched over Sam. A tool in his life while he was dead-set on revenge. We could have been normal. If he never went on a rampage.” He looked down at the pitiful heap that was his father with disgust. He glanced at Castiel over his shoulder.

Mary shook her head, trying to reason with Dean. “We're a family. We don't give up on family.” She whispered.

“Sometimes you do,” Dean huffed softly. As much as he and Sam fought, as many times as they took turns dying, it never got so bad that Dean thought he hated him. At least, not for more than a day or so. “I'm good with who I am. Dad isn't. I don't want him in my life. I don't think I ever had but… this is my life now. I get to live it. Meaning I get to choose who's in it,” He swallowed thickly, knowing what he was about to admit. “In ten years time, it's not with him. Never was.”

“Dean, you don't mean that.” Mary sighed. Pleading. She wanted to keep John, make up for lost time.

Sam took a step forward. “Mom, you don't get it either. The shit John put Dean through—put both of us through—no kid should have to go through that.”

Mary huffed, “Then tell me. You can't just expect me to know.”

Castiel stared at her. “Your sons don't have to say anything they are uncomfortable admitting.” He said it as if he was stating the weather forecast.

Dean pursed his lips. Hurt. He knew Mary wouldn't understand but he didn't quite expect this. He turned on his heels and made his way back into his room.

Eventually, everything was as it was. John was sent back after Sam destroyed the pearl and Dean could breathe a little more comfortably afterward. Mary shut herself off from them but he had a feeling that would get resolved as much as the gut-wrenching feeling in his stomach told him it wouldn't. He never wanted to see or think about John ever again. Hadn't wanted to for years after the shit he's gone through.

Dean heard a knock on his door after he got ready for bed. Hell, he was halfway underneath the covers when it happened. He grumbled under his breath, not thinking to put on a shirt or a pair of pants as he opened the door.

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel said softly. As soft as each time before. Dean was suddenly very aware of how bare he was. “Do not be alarmed, it's nothing I haven't seen before.” The angel stepped inside his room, closing the door behind him.

Castiel's words did nothing to ease Dean's beating heart. It felt like a hammer against his chest, wanting to tear itself out of him.

Castiel’s eyes never wavered from his face, studying it as if it were a work of art. He lifted a hand to Dean's cheek. Dean felt as if the air was punched out of him. “I want to know if you're okay, Dean.” Those blue eyes—they never looked at him in pity, never. They looked at him with wonder and understanding.

Dean didn't register the single tear that rolled down his cheek until Castiel's thumb wiped it away. “Not really, Cas.” He breathed. Admitting it didn't feel as bad as he thought it would.

“Why—” Castiel took a breath, saddened by how destroyed Dean's eyes looked. “Why do you think the pearl… gave you John?” He asked softly as he and Dean sat on his bed.

Dean glanced at the corner of his room, lip trembling with a mix of rage and sadness. “Maybe the pearl thought I wanted a Dad. Someone who could love me unconditionally. But I—” He paused sharply, eyes finding Castiel's all over again. He wanted to memorize his eyes as if it were the first time he saw them. Or the last. “I have you.” He breathed. For the first time, Dean hadn't been compelled to add Sam at the end of his sentence.

“You do,” Castiel smiled. And, god, Dean's heart wrenched at the sight. Cas didn't smile, not often. “You always have.”

Dean let out a shaky breath, leaning into Castiel's hand as it caressed his cheek. He sniffled slightly. “Cas, please…. Please promise me you'll stay. Even—Even if I push you away. You,” He was full-on crying now and Castiel was looking at him as if he was the most beautiful thing in the world. “You'll stay. No matter what.”

“I will.” Castiel whispered light as a feather. Two simple words but it was a promise that meant so much to Dean.

It was a promise Castiel never intended to break. Why would he? Especially when Dean seemed so desperate. So distraught. He could never leave Dean. Not again.

“Kiss me.” Dean whispered. Pleaded. He wanted to memorize everything about Cas. The strange body heat he gave off, the tilt of his head, how his lips pressed into a thin line when he was only minorly frustrated by Dean, the roughness of his stubble. Everything.

For the first time, Dean saw a smirk grace Castiel's lips. “Whatever you want, Dean.” He brought their lips together with a sigh.

They kissed for a while, pausing for breath in between kisses but they didn't go past that, ending up with Castiel in bed with Dean after he shed his trenchcoat, shoes, and tie. Dean dozed off, peaceful enough to fall asleep in Castiel's arms.

Even with a fading grace, Castiel didn't sleep much. His body ran well enough on it that sleep wasn't needed. So he stayed up, playing with the hairs on Dean's neck as he watched over him, soothing him as much as possible when he sensed a nightmare coming on.

“You think you're cursed sometimes Dean,” Castiel cooed on deaf ears but he didn't mind. He had to get it out. “That hate is the only thing that drives you. That you're not built for love. But you are. I think, sometimes—no, I know—that’s all you're made up of. And I–I promise we will find a better way,” Cas lifted his hand to Dean's shoulder, positioning it right above his scar. The scar he burned on his skin. “I love you, Dean.” He whispered into his ear.

For the rest of that night, Dean didn't have nightmares. For the rest of that night, he burrowed himself closer to Castiel. For the rest of that night, Michael was quiet.

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Forest Green Eyes - PART 6

Castiel & Y/N Winchester

Warnings: mentioning of alcohol, implied smutt

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Words: 2040

This story takes place after the SPN finally. Jack asked Castiel to go back to earth to be the guardian angel of Y/N. Cas accepts this task but only to discover that Y/N is the biological child of Dean.

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“So, what happens now?” The angel asked with a shaky voice. “I think your mission on earth is over Castiel. I think you should go back to Jack and tell him to leave me alone.” She said with tears in her eyes. “Y/N please, don’t.” He begged. Y/N got up, let the picture fall out of her hands. “I’m going for a walk. When I come back, I want you gone.” She said without wasting another look at him.

Y/N walked in the bunker, kind of hoping that Castiel didn’t leave although she really didn’t want to see him. She was torn apart. On her walk she met with her mom, telling her everything. Her mom, at first, didn’t wanted to believe her. But then again it would explain why Castiel didn’t change after all those years.

Castiel went back to heaven, sat down with Jack and told him what happened. “Happy now?” he said with pain in his eyes. He knew Jack did what he thought would be for the best. So, it wasn’t fair to be angry with him. “Well.” Jack said, “I told Dean.” - “You what?!” The angel stood there like he was hit by a train. “He wants to talk to you. Meanwhile I will see what I can do.” Jack tapped Cas on the shoulder before he left. With a heavy heart did Cas go to visit Dean. It had been a while since he had seen his best friend. Castiel sad down on a bench waiting to hear the sound of the impala stop near him. It only took a second. Dean got out of the car, red flannel, washed up jeans, and brown boots. “Hi buddy.” He said with his typical grin and hugged Castiel.

While in heaven the time stand still, the time earth had moved on. It’s been almost 2 months since Castiel left.

Y/N dealt with the break-up the best she could, going to bars and eat greasy fast food. Her mom was worried but didn’t feel inclined to say much. Y/N even took time off work just to go day drinking. In the daytime there were less people, far less people with pity in their eyes watching her. She could go home staying in the bunker, but that reminded her of Cas.

In walks a man she thought looked familiar. But then again, she spends almost every day at the bar for the last weeks. The closer he walked the taller he appeared to be, he took a seat next to Y/N and then it hit her, he did have some grey in his hair, but part from that he didn’t change much. “Sam.” She said without looking up from her glass. “Hi Y/N.”

Castiel told Dean everything about Y/N how he found her, how she grew up. He could see the pain in Dean’s eyes. “If I had know...” He said with a crack in his voice “She would never have to stay with that man!” Then Cas told him about her new school, her first dance, her first boyfriend, jobs she did. How amazing she was with cars and worked at a garage. The Winchester brother smiled at that! “She really is my little girl, isn’t she?” He said looking at the ground. “What now” he asked? Why Are you here and not with her?”

“Well, I think I broke her heart.” Admitted the angel. Dean frowned and gave his friend a questionable look. Castiel sights and started to talk about how he fell in love, the cupids, their first kiss, the night they spend together, although he quickly noticed that Dean didn’t want any details of that! The note, picture and her mom.

After a long silence where Dean processed every word Castiel had just told him he spoke. “Cas, do you love her?” - “Yes.” - “Would you kill for her?” - “Yes” - “But would you die for her?” - “A thousand times.” He said. “Then fight for her.” Dean answered.

“Listen Sam, if you here to talk to me about forgiving your friend it’s not going to happen, so spare me on the lecture.” Y/N said while ordering another drink. “Yeah, no you’re right. That’s not what I came to do. I wanted to see it with my own eyes.” he said. “What?” She asked while turning to him.“How much you look like him.” Sam, I don’t know what you think I want to hear but I really don’t need your help. He nodded “But I could use yours. Y/N you are family, my family. At least come to our place for dinner. Get to know me, my wife and son. If you still feel the same you can leave, and we will never bother you. But you father, my brother is gone and right now you are the last person on this planet that connects me to him.”

Y/N felt those words harder than she wanted to so, she agreed to go with him. Surprisingly, Y/N did have a good time. Sam told her all about Dean, their father and grandfather. She even laughs at the shoe story or when Dean was cursed to puberty by a witch. It was nice to be in a family environment. You offered to help do the dishes, but Sam’s wife insisted that you two talked more. “Aunty Y/N” Dean Jr. wanted your attention. “Yes sweety?” - “Did daddy show you the garage? We have a super cool car, and i can drive it one day!” - “Is that so! Well, I think you need to eat a little more vegies before you may drive a car young man.” Y/N joked.

Sam got up” He is right about one thing, follow me.” Sam opened the garage and proudly revealed the impala. ”Y/N meet Baby.” Y/N’s eyes grew big while her hand covered her mouth. “Is that a 67 Chevy impala? Do you have any idea how rare these are these days?” She walked around the car looking head over heels. “May I?” She asked while pointing at the hood for the car? “Be my guest” Sam laughs.

“Impressed? Want to go for a ride?” He asked tossing the keys to her when closed the hood.

Sam saw the perfect opportunity for a heart-to-heart conversation now he and Y/N were on the road alone. “You know, if I was you, I would give Cas a call. He really isn’t a bad guy.” He started. So you sight and explained everything to Sam. By the end you were stunned on how much you trusted him. You hardly know the guy. “I have this feeling that you two were meant to be. Cupids or no cupids.” - You huffed “Yeah sure.”

“No really think of it. Cas always had a special bond with Dean, one no one could explain. Maybe you were the reason." Y/N didn’t answer but Sam could see that the wheels in her head were turning.

“She sure is a baby.” She said when they returned. Sam grinned and nodded. “What?” She asked still sitting in the car. “You two, 2 drops of water.” He said. Y/N spotted tears appearing in Sam’s eyes. But the younger brother quickly got out of the car before they could roll onto his cheeks.

Castiel came home to the bunker. Y/N wasn’t home, but her mom was. Cas expected her to look angry, yell at him or do something. Instead, she walked up to Cas and gave him a hug. “Whatever you do, make amends. She will be home soon.” The angel nodded.

Y/N thanked Sam and his wife for dinner. “Let me drive you home.” “No need Sammy, my car is parked outside and I'm not leaving her.” She winked while Sam kind of got emotional again with the nickname. “Will we see you again?” Little Dean askes. “I don’t know, do you want to?” She asked him but looked at Sam holding his wife. Sam’s lip twitched into a smile. “Your family, we’d love to! Besides, who is going to take baby out for a spin until D is big enough?” Y/N shakes her head and hugged them goodbye. “Listen, if you ever plan on selling her...” - “Yeah, not going to happen.” He laught really loud. “Good!” She said while getting in her car.

Castiel waited for Y/N by the stairs after he heard her car entering the garage, she had to pass him when she walked into the main floors. “I’ll go wait in my room” Her mom said while placing a hand on Castiel’s shoulder. “Good luck.”

Y/N walked in with a big smile on her face, the best night she had in a long time. “Hello Y/N.” The familiar voice said. Y/N’s smile dropped instant looking at the angel, who surprisingly looked horrible. “Cas? What are you doing here? How, how, you look...” She wanted to be mad, but the only thing going through her mind was how worried she was.

“We need to talk Y/N, my life has been a hell since our fight.” - “I know what you mean. Sit down, have a drink?” The angel shacked his head. “I’ve been to heaven, talked to jack but more important, I talked to Dean. I just want to clear out the story and apologise” He started, “Well, I've talked to the other Winchester.” She said “Sam wants me to listen to you. Let’s say I will follow the advice from an older man for once. So, I’m listening.”

Castiel took a seat next to Y/N and held her hands while talking. After they both explained their feelings past and present, they both fell into silence until Y/N opened her mouth.

“So, we both are hurt, we both said or did this we didn’t want to, and we love each other.” She stated. “Am I missing something?” - “Sounds about right.” The angel agreed. “What now?” Y/N looked Castiel in the eyes. “Y/N, I would love nothing more than to come back and make things up. Prove that I truly love you.” She nodded, “It’s empty without you. I’ve missed you.” Castiel smiled like a madman and pulled her in for a hug.

When they let go, he unconsciously locked eyes with her. “I’ve missed those eyes.” he blurred out. “Yeah, what else have you missed?” She flirted still looking at him. He looked at her lips that quickly looked back up. But she noticed, she got closer to his and planted a soft kiss on his lips. Castiel closed his eyes by their touch and let out a shivering sigh. So, Y/N repeated the action only this time pulled the angel her on his lap and kissed her hard. Y/N’s hand disappeared in Castiel’s hair. While Castiel tugged his hand under her shirt holding her back. “God, I've missed those angelic lips.” Y/N mumbled. Just when things started to get spicy you hear your mom. “Oh great! You kids made up.” she said while walking into the room. Y/N was startled by her mother that she jumped of Castiel’s lap throwing a pillow on him to cover up de bulge in his pants. “This asks for something special. I'll make dinner tonight! ” She said not being aware of the moment she ruined.

Y/N walked behind Castiel and hugged him while whispering in his ear. “Tonight, I'm going to let you do all the things you want to with me. As long as you promise me you won’t hold back.” She said then slightly biting his ear and lowering her hands to stroke his chest. “So, you want me to sin?” He asked with a low aroused voice and hanging back with his head against her breast. “Very much so.” she kissed his head.

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Deck the Halls

Castiel x plus size reader

It’s Christmas time in the bunker so it seems to be the right moment to introduce some new traditions!

Warnings: dean being crude, fluff, alcohol

WC: 1k

Square Filled: Matching Pyjamas @spnchristmasbingo

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“What exactly is the purpose of these clothes?” Castiel’s head was tilted to the right as he examined the colourful pile of fabric you had shoved into his arms. You just smiled sweetly at him and pecked his scruffy cheek before pushing him into your shared room in the bunker.

“It’s so we can match, angel! Now go get dressed and we can take photos.” You could tell he still didn’t understand but nodded and walked into the bedroom anyway, softly shutting the door behind him.

“He’s so pussy whipped.” Your head snapped to the side, glare immediately locking onto Dean who was lazily leaning against the brick wall of the hallway, casually sipping a beer. “Say that again Winchester, see where it gets you.” The shiver of fear that rolled down his spine was barely concealed by his nonchalant shrug.

“Besides, you’re wearing the pajamas too and I know for certain I have never and will never sleep with you.” He glanced down and cringed at the bright shirt and pants combo that you had thrown into his hands after returning from the mall earlier that day.

Yet, he still put them on, the same as Sam did, admittedly with the promise of a pecan and a cherry pie. Both of them knew it would make you happy, so they did it.

“Yeah well, I’m just in it for the pie.” He pouted, turning away from you like a spurned child.

“I love you too Dean!” You called after him as he stomped away. The smile never left your face. This Christmas would be different. Finally, all four of you were safe and living somewhere you could almost call a home.

So with a tree Sam helped pick up and haul inside, lights Cas was enchanted by, and a couple all-nighters filled with baking and cooking, it was time for your very first Team Free Will Christmas! And what better way to kick it off than with matching pajamas!

“Come on! We’ve got presents to open!” You excitedly yelled into the empty corridors, rushing to the war room where the tree, and the presents, had been stowed. The tell-tale clack of your boyfriend’s dress shoes against the stone floors made your smile even wider.

“How do I look?” You turned to look at him and your heart skipped a beat. You maybe, had purposefully bought him a size smaller than he would normally wear and dear god were you happy about that decision. The scratchy fabric clung beautifully to his powerful frame, letting you see the way his muscles flexed and rippled, even if he was still wearing his signature trench coat.

“You look beautiful angel.” You cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers immediately burying themselves in his short hair. Cas smiled along with you, although his expression still had a hint of confusion. “Thank you for doing this.”

His nose bumped gently into yours as he softly pressed your foreheads together. “I would do anything for you.” He spoke truthfully.

“Alright we’re here.” Sam lumbered into the room, obviously having been woken from a nap by Dean, red marks still spread across his cheeks from laying on his arms. Just like Cas, he wore the colourful clothes without complaint, all too happy to have something normal to do.

You sent an appreciative glance to your surrogate brother as he moved past, making a dash for the recliner Dean had dragged in a few weeks back.

Speak of the devil. You thought.

Dean came in last, a very full glass of eggnog in his hands that you suspect was mostly filled with the spiced rum you picked up along with the pajamas. “I hope your pie is friggin worth it.” He grumbled and sat down on one of the other chairs, sending his little brother a glare for taking his seat.

“Great!” With one last peck to your angel’s cheek, you skipped over to the tree and gathered up as many perfectly wrapped presents as you could, dumping a small pile in everyone’s laps. You sat in your own seat, pulling out your phone to film your boys like an excited mother.

Like the animal he was, the older Winchester shredded the wrapping paper in an effort to get to his presents. Ripped paper surrounded his legs like colourful snow.

Sam carefully slid his thumb under each piece of tape, ensuring he did not rip the wrapping. Then, once the present was completely unwrapped, he placed the paper to the side in a neat little pile by his feet.

Cas ripped off one stripe of paper from the middle of his gift, allowing him to simply pull it from the paper, leaving it most intact. He stuffed the trash in his pocket.

Your heart clenched as each of them studied what you had picked out for them, a comfortable silence settling over the bunker. Dean was easy to buy for, a nice bottle of whiskey that Bobby had been fond of and a new polish for Baby. Sam was less easy. You settled on a new spell book you might or might not have stolen from Rowena and a small iPod so he could listen to his podcasts while he ran.

But by far, Cas was the hardest to buy for. Being an angel, he wasn’t materialistic and probably wouldn’t have accepted a present if you hadn’t explained to him a few weeks before that you loved giving gifts to people. Like the others, you gave him two gifts.

The first was a large bottle of raw honey, a treat he enjoyed even if it did taste like molecules to him. And the second was a piece of paper he carefully pulled from the small envelope you had tucked it in. “What is it?” Ever impatient, Dean attempted to look over his friend’s shoulder, but Cas turned away, holding the paper tightly to his chest like a child trying to hide something.

“Thank you.” He murmured, overwhelmed with emotions he had not felt since he was human.

Leaning over, you captured his lips in a soft but loving kiss. “It was my pleasure angel.” You gave him one last peck, then stood up to fetch Dean his promised pie. As you left the room, you heard his raspy voice ask Castiel something.

“Is it porn?” The silence was deafening.

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A Christmas Surprise

Dean Winchester x Angel!reader

Warnings: FLUFF, reader has a crush on Dean, Christmas fluff, too many pies for a single man, READER IS AN ANGEL, Castiel and the reader does not know how to bake, a kiss, all angels are siblings

Summary: While the boys are out on a hunt, you decide with the help of your favorite angel to make Christmas happen in the Bunker.

*Merry Christmas readers*

The bunker was quiet without the two hunters roaming the halls. Instead, it was just you and your favorite angel. The two of you wanted to give the boys something to look forward to when they got home. It was also a way for you to finally tell Dean how you felt. You could not do that unless you had a few pies to hide behind.

With the help of a fellow angel, it shouldn't be that hard. Boy were you wrong.

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"So I believe we add the flour to the bowl," You say as you do so.

"Pour 1/2 cup of water and stir for three minutes without letting sitting," Cas said.

You looked at him funny but did as he said.

"Wait, how do we know if it's been three minutes?"

"I will count," Castiel said as he began counting out loud.

You stood from your seat and stirred the batter for three minutes without sitting.

Flour was everywhere somehow. You don't know how it got in your hair and all over Cas but it did. But then you remembered Cas messing up on his counting and you threw a handful of flour at him which resulted in a flour war.

The two of you laughed and started to be serious again.

Once the flour had been rolled into the crusts, you begin placing everything together.

"Wait, Dean likes his apples fresh," You said. You snapped your fingers and disappeared. You then reappeared with a basket of apples from the local orchard.

"Dean will like the fresh apples I got," You said hopefully.

"Why must you be so perfect with everything?"

"Because, dear brother, I am an angel and you need to stop being a butthead."

"I'm being a butthead? How about you with your fresh apples?" He said before throwing one at you. This resulted in another war of food throwing.

The two of you started to mix everything together once you guys called truce and you placed the pies in the oven. You looked at the pretty dessert and smiled at your handiwork.

"Now to make the Christmas tree."

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You and the angel appeared in the tree farm with a lot of Christmas trees. The two of you looked around for the perfect tree, which the two of you did find. It was 6 feet and was covered with snow. You brought it back to the bunker, where you started to decorate it with some decorations you had bought.

The pies were done so they were placed on the counter to cool as you argued with Castiel over which decoration goes at the top.

"I want the star," You yell at the tall angel.

"Well I want the angel at the top."

"I don't care what you want, I want the star."

"No, it will be the angel."

"Brother, let me have the star or I will stab you with an angel blade," You threaten. You were younger than him but he still looked at you with a bit of fear.

He gave you the star and you smiled with content. You placed it gently on top of the tree and you let out a cheer.

"We need presents."

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You set off to the store to get presents. For Sam, you found a very nice amount of books that you knew he would love. You also got him some fruit because you knew he liked to be healthy.

For Dean, you looked in 15 different stores before you found what you wanted. You got him a brand new gun case, which you carved the proper symbols to keep monsters out of it, and you got him more cassette tapes for Baby. Which you even got him some stuff for Baby so that he can keep taking care of her nicely.

Cas got Dean a bunch of horror movies and he got Sam a set of hair products because he liked how Sam's hair was always nice.

"Hair stuff?" You asked.

"What? I like his hair."

"No you like the smell it brings after he is done in the shower."

"Well it's not my fault that all Dean eats is bacon and eggs."

The two of you wrapped everything up in some pretty red wrapping paper and set it under the tree. You weren't sure when the boys were going to be home but you were happy with everything until you realized that you needed Christmas lights everywhere in the bunker.

You and Cas ran around with hoards of Christmas lights to light up every part. You even put some on the bathroom walls. You placed them everywhere. In Dean's room, in Sam's room, in your room, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, on the railing of the stairs, and even the war room.

After all of the running around and getting everything ready, you got dressed in a silly little elf costume because you heard that people do that.

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Since you had only been with the brothers for a little over five years, you were trying to get used to everything here on Earth. Heaven was very much different. See you were supposed to bring Castiel back to Heaven to be with the angels because they thought he was going soft but then you met Dean Winchester. You saw how much Castiel cared for the boys and you started to realize that your place was with your brother.

You had grown feelings over time for Dean but you knew that he would never take an interest in you because you were an angel and Castiel's sister of all things. But you knew that you had to do something about these human emotions so you were going to tell Dean how you felt about him.

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The boys came home and were confused by all of the lights. Dean though, he smelt pie so he ran to the kitchen where he found you in an apron cutting the pies into pieces. To his surprise, there were more than thirty pies in that kitchen.

"Hey sweetheart, what's with the pies huh?" He asked.

"I made these for you. Cas helped out a bit."

"Why are there so many?"

"Because we were baking and Cas messed up his counting so we made too much so we just made all of these. Also a lot of these were trial runs." You shrugged as if it was normal to have thirty pies around you.

He smiled and Sam hollered for him to come to the library for a moment. You smiled because you knew he found the tree.

"What the?" Sam said.

"I made us a tree. Do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it so much I could kiss you," Dean exclaimed.

Your heart started to beat faster and you knew that Castiel could tell.

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After all of the gift sharing and unwrapping, you all headed to the kitchen but Dean stopped you.

"Thank you for all of this." He said.

"Your welcome, Dean."

"I know that you don't understand all of this because you are an angel and you guys don't understand this kind of stuff but I really am glad you did this," Dean said softly, looking at you with great fondness.

"I know that it is special to you humans to celebrate Christmas."

"Hey, guys look above you!" Sam called out.

Above the two of you was a mistletoe that you hadn't placed there. You glanced at Cas but all he did was shrug.

"I guess we have to kiss," Dean said, looking down at your lips.

"I guess we do. But first I have to tell you that I like yo-" Dean cut you off with the most breathtaking kiss you ever had. In fact, it was your first kiss ever. His lips moved against yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Guys, I want to eat!" Cas yelled.

The two of you parted and walked to the kitchen after a brief moment of looking at each other.

"Alright, who wants pie?" You asked as Dean wrapped his arms around your waist.

"I do!" And everyone knew whose mouth that came from.

"Merry Christmas everyone!" We all said at the same time before digging into the pies.

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