dean/cas | teen and up | 7991 words | pay attention to tags
After the events of Inherit the Earth, the Winchesters go on a totally routine hunt in an attempt to get their sea legs back under them. Or so they think.
Dean is almost finished with his standard gun cleaning (once a week whether they need it or not) when footsteps approach from outside his bedroom door. Heavier than Eileen but lighter than Sam - must be Cas.
“What an awful day,” Cas sighs as he practically much throws himself onto Dean’s prized memory foam mattress. He doesn’t even take his shoes off first, like an animal.
“Hello to you, babe,” Dean says, amused. He raises his head to fully look at Cas, now face planted into his pillow. Dean would like to say it’s unusual to see Cas this drained and frustrated after another shift at the Gas n Sip, but it’s become pretty much standard. And, because not-that-deep-down Dean’s a shitty person who lucked out and got a (fallen) angel to fall for him, he can’t entirely squash the pleased feeling in his gut that flares up every time Cas comes home to him, no matter the circumstances.
“Hello, Dean,” or that’s what Dean assumes Cas is saying, based on their past million and a half conversations over more than a decade.
Dean carefully sets down his colt and pads over to the bed. He takes a seat near Cas’s shins, the mattress slowly but surely dipping as it remembers Dean’s distinctive ass print. “What happened?”
I really didn’t know where to go with this so I just ended it. Feel free to add onto it and make a part two, just make sure to tag me so I can see it! Anyway, I hope you all are having a great day/night and I want you to all know that you’re beautiful and worth it.
Word Count: 515
Sweat dripped down your chest as you plunged your blade into the heart of the werewolf.
You heaved, looking over at the long-haired man that was tied up across the room. You walked over to him, kneeling down beside him. As you gently shook him you heard a groan.
“Hey? Are you okay?” You spoke softly. The man jumped and sucked in a sharp breath.
“Don’t freak out. I’m here to help.”
He looked at you with wide blinking eyes and nodded.
“Is it dead?”
You nodded and took out your pocket knife, cutting him loose. You knew what came next, the talk. No matter how many times you had to do it, it never got any easier. Knowing that you could be possibly ruining someone’s life.
“Ok this is going to sound unbelievable and you might think I’m crazy but my name is Y/f/n and I hunt monsters-“
“My brother? Where is he?” He shrugged off what you had just said like it was nothing.
“Your brother?” He nodded trying to get up, but you held him down. He looked up at you, surprised you had the strength to hold down a man of his stature.
“I’ll find him, where did you see him last?” You asked him, really hoping to find this mystery brother okay and our of harm’s way. You were taken by surprise as the man gently grabbed your arm but he was interrupted as a loud bang came from outside the barn. You grabbed your gun from your waistband and gave the guy a look you were hoping he understood, which he apparently did, because he slunk back down in his place on the ground.
You stalked your way over to the door, keeping your gun raised. But you found yourself lowering it when the door opened and you saw a familiar face. You had traded out your gun for your fist as it connected with his face.
He looked up at you with confusion.
“Y/n?” You looked up at him, as he towered over your frame.
“Dean.” You huffed. “You’re the brother?”
His expression immediately shifted. “You know where Sam is, where is he?” He rushed out. You rolled your eyes at him and lead him over to the secluded corner of the barn where Sam had been tied up. As soon as Dean caught sight of his brother he ran over to him dropping him to his knees.
“Sam, Sammy? Can you hear me?” You stood behind Dean as he shook Sam awake.
Sam eventually woke up and had gotten himself to stand up. But Dean was still being his overprotective self. You could tell Sam wasn’t crazy about his brother still holding him up, especially because he could hold his own.
Sam had hoisted himself into Dean’s car and shut the door. You took this as an opportunity bring up that past. You knew why Dean was so confused when he had seen you for the first time in forever. You could recall back when you were the little innocent Y/n you had been for so long.
This one is wayyyy shorter than all of my other imagines but it seems like you guys like them more when they aren’t over 2,000 words, so I made this one quite a bit shorter.
Request: “You get the same injuries as your soulmate” Oh man can you do this for a team free will member x reader?! Like, Crack-y, not angst. Honestly this could be so funny ?????? please please please
You looked at yourself in the mirror, staring at your newfound cuts and bruises. You took a white cloth from the towel rack and dabbed at the cut on your lip. It drove you crazy knowing what Dean was doing. Although, it was better than before you knew him or what he did.
You would be laying in your bed when suddenly you would have a busted lip, or gigantic cut along your cheek, occasionally they would look like claw marks. It really freaked you out, you didn’t know if your soulmate was in a gang or just got into fights constantly. Either way, it made you feel uneasy, not so much that they could be dangerous but more so that he seemed okay with putting himself in constant danger.
You limped down to the bed and turned on the lights, you still wanted to be awake for Dean when he came home even if it was three days from now. You opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out one of the many pamphlets that were inside. About halfway through skimming the one about their gift shop (which primarly consisted of mugs, toiletries and cheap shirts) the motel door opened and in limped Sam and Dean.
You stood up abruptly and gave them both a disapproving ‘mom’ look. Sam chuckled and Dean limped over to you giving you a quick kiss, the pressure burning both of your guys’ cuts.
Sam spoke suddenly, snapping Dean out of his stare fest that was going on. “I’m gonna go shower.” He strutted past you and Dean and disappeared into the bathroom. “I look like a lost a fight with a mirror.” You whined and Dean just chuckled.
As Sam turned on the shower the thumping of the water rushing through the pipes filled the room.
“Yeah but you’re still cute.” “I would be even cuter if you were more careful, but I’m happy you’re ok.” You said, bopping his nose. He looked at you confused. “Did we get a concussion or something?”
You shrugged and sat down on the bed. “Who knows?” He plopped down next to you and looked at the pamphlets strewn across the bed spread that most likely hadn’t been washed in months. “Doing a little light reading?” He stated, picking up the flimsy paper. You nudged his shoulder but almost instantly regretted it as a bruising pain shot through you as well. “Shit.” You groaned. This time Dean laughed. “How do you think I felt every time your little devil dog bit you.” You couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Ok. First of all, her name was Tippy, and she was a princess.” He looked at you like you were on crack. “Who the hell names a dog Tippy?” You glared at him, “shut up.”
“Well how do you think I feel when you get hit in the nuts? That was a pain I never thought I’d have to endure.”
The water stopped thumping through the old motel room and the bathroom door opened.
Dean and you stared at Sam before both of you got up and sprinted as fast as your damaged legs could take you towards the bathroom. You pushed through the door but Dean was right behind you. You quickly turned on the water and jumped in, clothes still on. You stared straight in front of you at naked Dean. “Really?” You groaned. All you wanted was hot water, but you thought it was fair because he had been the one actually fighting monsters and getting dirty. You sighed and stepped out of the shower.
You missed how the hot water felt on your aching muscles though. Dean peeked his head out of the shower. “You know you can join me right?” You smiled as you stripped off your sopping wet clothes and jumped into the shower with him.
This literally took me forever to write and get out. I kept getting stuck on almost every paragraph and I kept changing details and things throughout the writing so this is probably going flop but I’m actually not mad at it and I actually really like how it turned out.
Sam x Female Reader
Word Count: 444
Notes: Y/f/n means your full name
You walked down the winding dark road leading to where the unknown creature you guys were hunting was supposed to be. Both you and Sam knew that this was a hunt that you might not walk out from, and honestly you were okay with going down if it was swinging and with someone you love.
You could see Sam’s nervousness, even in the dark of the night and you knew that if even he was scared it wasn’t something to be taken lightly. The not knowing what lay ahead was probably the worst part of it all.
While you were deep in thought Sam had fallen behind, lost in his own mind. He had looked up to see the beautiful woman in front of him, still walking. She only turned around when she noticed the heavy footsteps that were beside her had subsided.
“Y/n I love you. And I know that this is something that we probably won’t make it out from and I can’t live what’s rest of my life with knowing I didn’t do this.” He said, getting down on one knee. You looked at the mountain of a man in front of you. “Sam get up.” You laughed, not knowing if he was serious, and even if he was, now really wasn’t the time, you guys were headed off to almost certain death.
He continued on, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a little black box. “Since the day I met you I knew I wanted to marry you, you look like a goddess and have one of the best personalities ever. I love you /Y/f/n, will you marry me.” You stared down at him, speechless. “Yes.” You breathed, as you ran over and gave him a hug that tackled him to the ground.
You pulled away looking at him, but your eye got caught by the dazzling silver under the moonlight. Sam looked down at the ring and smiled. “Do you like it?” You tried to find words but found yourself stumbling. “How did you afford this?” Oh, how you wish you had found other words than that. “ A jeweler up in New York owed me a favor.” You were still staring at the ring as he slid it onto your finger. You held your hand and watched as it reflected in the night. “Sam, I love you so much.” You said as you leaned in for a kiss, not knowing if it would be your last.
You stumbled out of the old abandoned house behind Sam. You had done it, you guys actually were alive, and every one of those vampires were dead. You smiled triumphantly as your fiance turned to look at you. “We won.” You laughed, as Sam waited for you.
As you got in the car all you could think about was how really lucky you were. You had a God like fiance, you lived to see another day, that was hopefully your wedding, and most of all you had everyone you loved right by your side
Sorry, this took so long to get up and sorry to whoever requested it, I accidentally deleted the request before I could copy it. So I kinda left it on a cliffhanger so you guys could choose what you wanted the ending to be
Imagine: You and Dean being enemies but thinking you are soulmates (I think?)
Sam glared at his brother for about the 102nd time that day and shook his head. “Dean are you really sure you want to do this?” He asked climbing out of the car alongside Dean as they walked towards the towering houses lining the street.
They walked straight up to the front door and knocked. They waited about 3 minutes and got what they were looking for, no answer. Sam walked around back, looking for any open windows or doors and Dean did the same. They both looked up to the second floor at a window that was left open. “How do you even know this one is her?” He asked. “Dean we’ve checked every city hall with the same name as hers in every city we’ve stopped in. How do you know she’s not your enemy?”
Dean looked down at Sam from the fire escape he was currently climbing up. “ Because, Sam, she just is, I know it’s weird but I just, I don’t know, I just feel it.” He said as he reached the small platform near the window. “And with how the last time I saw Cassie, it didn’t end well, at all.” He shook his head dramatically. Sam looked up at Dean and frowned.
They walked around the room picking up little objects and looking at them. Dean plopped down on the bed causing a big groan to come from the frame. He looked down and raised his eyebrows and smirked causing Sam to scoff. “Dude, if you really want to meet her, why don’t you just knock on the door maybe, oh uh, I don’t know, when she’s home.” Dean got up looking around at pictures of probably one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen and some of her friends, he was guessing.
“Because that would be weird, just showing up at her door and saying hey I think we’re soulmates.” He yelled. “Oh, but you stalking her isn’t?” Sam asked, chuckling. “I am, I am not stalking,” Dean said back, walking over to a dry erase board calendar. Dean looked at the date and looked at the activities planned for that day. He grabbed a picture from the wall and ushered Sam and himself back down the fire escape. 374 Tobler road. The shiny black impala sat outside the company building waiting for the same beautiful girl he’d seen in the picture.
Soulmate and Enemy. One of those words brought great happiness and the other brought nothing but pain and misery. On everyone’s wrist, each held a name, one was your destined soulmate and one was your sworn enemy. On your left wrist, you had the name Casen Anderson and on your right, you had the name, Dean Winchester. You knew Casen, he was your boss after all, who you had dated, twice. Dean, however, was someone you had never met.
You hated Casen with everything in you so you thought that he was your enemy, for a short while you were sure that he was your soulmate because of that you two gave it another go and now here you were, alone in some restaurant by yourself downing milkshakes and fries as they came to you.
The door to the quaint diner opened and in came two guys. They sat down in the booth in front of you. You glanced up from your half-empty milkshake to see a brawny dirty blonde man facing you. You quickly raked his features, taking in his green eyes, his boyish features, his hair spiked into a quiff and his worn leather jacket that was about 2 sizes too big. You stared back into your milkshake and let a small smile play on your lips. The particular reason why? You had absolutely no idea.
You paid your bill and finished your drink, heading outside. You got into your car and locked your door, you turned on your ignition. Your engine sputtered and you sighed. How wonderful you thought to yourself, first you get stood up, second you drink about 6 milkshakes in an hour and now your car wasn’t working. You let out an exasperated sigh and strutted back inside. You sat back down and huffed. You shoved yourself to the back of the wall in the booth and pulled your knees against your chest. You didn’t know what it was but everything just felt like it was going downhill.
Sam looked down at the menu groaning. “Why does every place you choose only have burgers on the menu?” But Dean didn’t answer, instead, he stared at the damsel in distress in front of him. It was the same girl who had given him butterflies earlier the same girl who he had seen drink 2 milkshakes in 20 minutes and to him that was amazing, and the same gorgeous girl who he had seen scattered in pictures on the wall.
“Dean.” Sam whisper yelled. He snapped out of his gaze and Sam turned around and looked at you. “Hold on,” Dean said, sliding out of his seat.
“Hey, are you okay?” A gravely voice asked. You looked up, looking at the attractive man in front of you. “Yeah, I’m just having a bit of a rough day.” You said, taking in his features again. “Well, uh, I’m Y/n.” You said, not that you didn’t want him there but anyone that wasn’t your soulmate you didn’t really want anyone talking to you right now.
“Dean, Dean Winchester.” He said smiling. Your eyes widened and you swear you could hear your jaw drop to the floor. You flailed your arms around, probably looking like an idiot in front of everyone. You flung your arm forward and pulled up your right sleeve shoving it towards Dean.
He held a knowing smile on his features and shrugged off his jacket showing you his wrist. In black markings was your name in elegant writing. You gave him a confused look. “Um, what is happening to that name.” You asked, looking at Dean’s wrist. He looked down giving a confused frown and shrugged. “They probably disappear when you meet your soulmate.” How was he so nonchalant about this. No one you’d ever met had had this happen before.
You lifted up your left sleeve to reveal a blank wrist. You couldn’t lie, you were freaking out just a tad. You held out your wrist to Dean for the second time and showed him as well. “See, it looks like its completely normal.” He smiled, before lightly tugging your sleeve back down. He shrugged his jacket back on and slid into the booth next to you. He pointed his finger to the booth in front of you guys. “That is little brother, Sam.” He said picking up a cherry stem you had left on the table and chucked it at Sam. He turned around with an annoyed look on his face “Dude.” He said warningly. You chuckled, covering your face with your hand as you watched him turn back around and go back to whatever he was doing.
You and Dean were having the time of your lives, talking about things that you had done or wanted to do, just talking about life in general. Dean had told you about what he had done for a living and at first, you didn’t believe him, but with a little explaining, you found it easy to trust and believe him. You two talked about everything you could think about, Sam had already left and driven back to the apparent motel that they were staying at.
You were in the middle of laughing at one of Dean’s hunting gone awry story when a waitress came over and told you that they were closing. You guys were getting ready to leave, pulling out some cash for the bill when you heard the waitress say “Were closing sir.” to someone who had just walked in. You grabbed onto Dean’s arm and began to walk out with him, still laughing as he told his story. Your joy stopped abruptly as you looked at the man in front of you.
Ok so you know what I love so much is how Sam and Dean went from being these hunters who weren’t really anybody in the beginning and just following in their dad’s footsteps but now it’s like everyone and monster fears them, like after those two hunters killed Sam and they said “do you really want to have Dean Winchester on your ass for the rest of your life like yes bitch fear them It just makes me so happy or when they said we’re not trapped out here with you you’re trapped out here with us and idk it’s just something that makes me so mf happy
Destiel AU where celebrity Castiel Novak accidentally comes out as bisexual in a fan Q&A by not realizing the implications of an answer he said just for fun; and only noticed when an article stating he came out has been published. It is clear to him he has two options: apologize in a five post Twitter thread and coming out as straight or ask his former costar, openly gay actor Dean Winchester, to be his fake boyfriend.
Dean takes his time, running his fingers over the banister of the porch. The white paint is chipping and worn down, but the wood, he can tell, is quality. No splinters, no cracking, no warping. It’s nice. He drags in a deep breath, his senses flooding with the scent of pine trees as the warm early-autumn air blows through them. The sky is clear, save for a couple little puffs of cloud here and there. And as his eyes scan the sky, he waits for it – that impending sense of doom and dread. Even when he’s trying to relax, it’s always there, bubbling beneath the surface. There’s a reason he’s slept with a gun under his pillow for three decades.
But he’s struck with the sudden realization: it’s not there. All he feels is calm and peace. Something he’s never really known.
Well, that’s not true, he silently amends.
He felt peace with Cas.
Frowning, Dean drops his head and closes his eyes. Cas… Fuck, he misses him. He misses everything about him. He misses telling Cas jokes that land like a fucking brick in front of him. He misses the tie that’s always askew. He misses that mess of hair. He misses those eyes Dean can, and often has, get lost in. He misses that trench coat. He misses Cas, plain and simple. And while he feels calm and peaceful here… it does feel like a piece of him is missing. It’s probably not supposed to. Not here. But it does.
It’s comforting to know he escaped the torment of the Empty… but, “Damn it, Cas,” he breathes, wrapping both hands around the banister.
“Hello, Dean.”
Standing suddenly, Dean opens his eyes and whips around. Cas is standing beside the battered screen door, smiling warmly at Dean. “Cas,” he breathes, his eyes wide as he looks him over, like he’s taking inventory of all his favorite things. Messy hair, check; crooked tie, check; trench coat, check; breathtaking eyes, check… Cas, check. “It’s–”
“Yes,” Cas nods. “It’s me.”
Dean surges forward, throwing his arms around him in a crushing hug. He buries his face against Cas’s neck and closes his eyes, breathing him in. It’s another thing he’d previously forgotten to add to his list of things he missed. That clean, earthy smell that was somehow distinctlyCastiel.
When he pulls away, his hand slips down Cas’s arm to his hand, his thumb brushing the inside of Cas’s wrist. He heaves a breath, the line between his brows deepening. “You’re a dick, you know that?” He says suddenly.
Cas blinks in surprise and tilts his head. “I– what?”
Dean purses his lips and shakes his head. “You drop somethin’ like that on me and then just fuck off to the netherworld?”
“I wasn’t in the Netherworld, I was–”
“In the Empty, whatever. You’re still a dick.”
Cas lifts his eyes to the ceiling of the porch, as if the answer to Dean’s outburst is written there. “I still don’t underst–”
“You drop that on me and then you die, and you didn’t give me a chance to say anything.”
“I didn’t think there was anything for you to say.”
Dean scoffs, incredulous. Didn’t think there was anything for him to say? “What show have you been watching, huh?”
“I haven’t been watching television.”
Though outwardly, Dean appears frustrated, he fucking missed this. But something suddenly occurs to him. “Wait.” He shakes his head, those lines between his brows growing deeper. “You really didn’t think I’d have somethin’ to say? You didn’t think I–”
“Reciprocated?” Cas says. He frowns, casting his glance downward. “No, Dean. I didn’t.”
“Well you’re dead wrong.”
One corner of Cas’s lips turn up in a smirk. “I believe we’re both deceased now.”
Scoffing, Dean’s eyebrows shoot up. “Did you just make a joke?”
“Yes,” Cas’s smile widens, “I believe I did.”
“Alright, listen.” Dean grasps the back of Cas’s neck, his fingers brushing up into his hair. There’s no sense of fear or uncertainty welling up inside of him anymore. He’s in Heaven. He gets what he wants. There’s no fear of judgment or self-sacrifice anymore. He’s just gonna fucking go for it. “I love you, Cas. I shoulda said somethin’ a long time ago, but I-I-I was scared, okay? I’m sorry. But–” He cuts himself off and glances out over the farmhouse’s property; the sprawling lawn (that he can’t wait to mow) surrounded by lush trees; the path that leads to the garage that houses Baby. The house he’s always imagined for himself, but always knew wasn’t a possibility. “This is about havin’ peace, right?” His gaze turns back to Cas’s, and he swallows the emotion rising in his throat. “We get forever here.”
“That is the idea, yes.”
Dean licks his lips and takes a step closer. His shoes bump Cas’s, and his hands slips further into the back of Cas’s hair. “Then that means I get forever with you, right?”
Cas is smiling, and he pulls his free hand out of the coat pocket. He grabs a fistful of Dean’s jacket and Dean watches his Adam’s Apple bob as he swallows, Cas’s eyes roaming Dean’s face. “Of course, Dean.”
Dean breathes out in relief. All at once, that feeling that a puzzle piece was askew; the feeling that something was missing dissipates. Forty-one years of sacrifice and loss earned him this: a life of peace with the love of his life – the love that had come completely out of left field and left him breathless. Forty-one years of sacrifice and loneliness and loss earned him the love of a millennia-old angel who thought he was worth something. Worth everything.
He kisses Cas then. It’s soft and slow and gentle. There’s no sense of urgency or fear or desperation behind it. It’s being lovingly handed what he’s always wanted; what he’d always been missing. And, well… he’s in Heaven, so that makes a whole lot of sense.
When they part, Dean keeps his forehead against Cas’s, and they’re both smiling. Finally, Dean rocks back enough to meet Cas’s eyes. He tips his head toward the house and raises a brow. “Wanna come in. Stay a while?” He presses his lips together and shrugs. “I’m thinkin’ maybe forever?”
“I’d like nothing more.” Cas smiles, and Dean feels warmth flooding his chest. In Cas’s smile, Dean feels content. He feels like he’s home. He’s waited his whole life to feel like this. He tried, with Lisa and Ben, but that piece of the puzzle just wasn’t there. He tried with the Bunker, and while he loved that place… there was always just something not quite right. But here, he has Cas. He feels calm. He has no feeling of cosmic obligation or the feeling that he’s running the clock. He has everything he’s ever wanted.
For the first time, and for the rest of time, Dean Winchester is at peace.
Hello, beautiful people, I just hit 700 followers!
To celebrate, because I’m back on my DeanCas bull shit and #cantstopwontstop, send me asks with your headcanons or mini prompts, and I’ll write you a drabble!
Hello, beautiful people, I just hit 700 followers!
To celebrate, because I’m back on my DeanCas bull shit and #cantstopwontstop, send me asks with your headcanons or mini prompts, and I’ll write you a drabble!
Reblogging if you want to send me fix-it headcanons, fix-it prompts, Heaven prompts, etc.
Dean has lived under the pretence of being a switch since he presented as a teen twenty years ago. He gets by, but his body makes ignoring his true designation harder and harder the older he becomes.
Enter Castiel, a dom so different to everyone Dean has ever been with. Can he help him embrace his submissive side in a healthy way?
Dean finds an old box of trinkets & tells Cas all about them. For the wonderful lana @faithlesshunter because you are a treasure. Happy birthday! Read below or on ao3. (2.2k) Inspired by thispost.
Dean stretches, his arms reaching towards the ceiling as he closes his eyes and slowly breathes in another day. Sunshine streams through the glass doors leading out to the patio, warming his face and the soft roundness of his stomach as his shirt rides up. He sighs contently, letting his arms drop loosely back to his sides and hearing a loud thud as his fingers brush against something solid.
Dean opens his eyes to see a cardboard box tipped over and a small wooden box lying on the floor in front of it. It’s been months but him and Cas are still unpacking their stuff, not that they have much, but they want to take their time. Because they have that now, time.
Castiel had built stars by hand, put them in their places and created constellations, dusted the galaxy with cosmic fire of every color. He’d watched trickles and streams grow and burst into great, sweeping oceans. He’d seen saplings born into a teeming nursery and witnessed as they grew over hundreds of years into mighty giants, the centers of their world, giving life and homes to all sorts of living things.
And yet for the first time in his existence, he found himself lost in a natural beauty, without hold on himself. He stared, lost, into deep green eyes, shining with defiance and a trembling hope. Somehow, hope.
It caught him by surprise the first time. And the second. Third, fourth, fifth. Maybe he’d never get used to this feeling, terrifying and wonderful.
Castiel had held Dean Winchester’s soul and felt awe at something other than God.
(prompt: Sam is trying to convince Dean to tell Cas how he feels by text and when Cas gets his phone mixed up with Dean’s he is heartbroken because Dean loves someone and why would that someone be him)
Cas hadn’t meant to pick up Dean’s phone from the table instead of his own, but Dean purchased him one with the same make and model. They are identical until the screen comes to life. By the time Cas clicks the screen on, it’s already too late to save Cas’s heart.
Cas doesn’t see much of Dean and Sam’s text conversation. Just enough.
Sam’s message reads, Just tell him you love him.
Bite me, is Dean’s reply.
Cas swallows hard. Dean loves someone? Of course he does. Dean’s heart is big and pure; he has an infinite amount of love to give. Cas had just maybe hoped, however foolishly, that Dean might someday love him, since he loves Dean with the entirety of his being, just as he always has, since the moment he touched Dean’s soul in hell.
He should have tempered his hope, though. He should have known Dean did not love him. He does not deserve the love of a man so kind and selfless. With what Cas has done, he doesn’t deserve love at all.
He wants to go to his room and crawl under the covers, but he knows he should return the phone first and correct this error. Dean surely noticed the exchange now, as well, which means -
Cas sucks in a sharp breath. Cas’s background is a blurry, too-close candid photo of Dean’s smile.
Title: Thanks For All the Orgasms Author: Redamber79 (@imbiowaresbitch) Link to fic here Artist:Kireadraws (@froggie-deadinside) Link to art here Pairings: Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen, Claire/Kaia (mentioned)
Tags:No Major Archive Warnings, Boys in love, Bunker Christmas fic, Humour and fluff, Boys in panties, Everyone lives nobody dies, “Finale? Don’t know her”, Embarrassing situations, Porn with plot
Summary: Castiel has been saved from the Empty. The former angel is trying to readapt to both humanity and having a permanent home. He’s living in the bunker along with Dean, Sam, and Eileen, who’ve retired from active hunting and now teach the new generation. His brothers are back and wreaking havoc as only Gabriel and Balthazar can. The Wayward Sisters seem to have moved in. Sometimes, he just needs a bit of quiet, and he finds it watching movies with Dean in the ex-hunter’s room. Dean’s softer now, sharing easy smiles and gentle touches, and the look in his eyes… It’s incendiary.
More than a decade of tension finally ignites. Dean brings up Castiel’s confession, and they finally resolve the unspoken desire and lust that’s been building between them, much to the amusement and dismay of the Wayward Sisters. Deciding to prank an absent Sam about it? They’ll never get another chance like this, so why not? Cas has the perfect Christmas gift for Dean, guaranteed to set Sam back on his heels for a week, at least. It’s a Christmas story of family, friends, love, and finally getting what they deserve, thanks to loved ones near and far.
Dean and Cas just got married. More people than they thought possible are in attendance to help them celebrate. Family, friends, loved ones, people they’ve saved over the years, all coming together to make it a night to remember. But eventually, Gabriel announces it’s time for their flight–by angel-wing– to their honeymoon stay in Hawaii.
Jack has a few gifts in mind for them though, including one Dean never dared hope to ask.
A Destiel rockstar AU, written for @holdtheday as part of the @SPNFamilyRelief auction. Updates on Friday(-ish).
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Dean/Castiel, past Cole Trenton/Dean Winchester, minor Castiel/Others
Main Tags: AU - Modern Setting, AU - Rock Band, Rockstar Castiel, Musician Castiel, PA Dean Winchester, Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Uncle Castiel, Dead Jimmy Novak, Sobriety, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Anxiety Disorder, Strangers to Lovers, Dysfunctional Family, Explicit Sexual Content
Fic summary:
From the top of his 29 years-old, Castiel Novak has everything he could ever wish for. His band has been successful enough for the past decade that he’s traveled the world several times, can have anyone he wants in bed every night, and can fund his sins without a blink of an eye. On top of that, he has plenty of friends and some resemblance of a family left.
That’s until Castiel’s twin brother dies in a tragic car accident, leaving him the sole legal guardian of Jack, his 2-year-old nephew, and Claire, his 7-year-old niece. Castiel has always been a great uncle, but there’s a difference between being the cool uncle they see once a week, and being a parent. How is he supposed to deal with this, on top of his own grief, and to keep the band and what’s linked to it running?
Enter Dean Winchester, experienced personal assistant who’s basically seen it all already. But will he be enough to keep Cas clean, and his new family safe?
Between growing friendships that blossom into something else, maintaining sobriety and making sure the kids are happy and cared for, what could go wrong?
Welcome back to another chapter of this rock'n'roll drama! I’ve been working on this chapter for the better part of this past week, and I hope it starts answering some of the questions you’ve been asking as well as making you want to yell at me (let’s be real here, we all know how I am).
No real TW here, but the very last part of this chapter is extremely NSFW, so if that’s not your jam, skip it (although it’s an important part of the story, so you might miss out on some context).
As per usual, thank you to @nickelkeepand@castielsdisciple for guidance, counseling, beta'ing and enabling my filthy mind to come up with one of the most sinful things I’ve ever written
A Destiel rockstar AU, written for @holdtheday as part of the @SPNFamilyRelief auction. Updates on Friday(-ish).
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Dean/Castiel, past Cole Trenton/Dean Winchester, minor Castiel/Others
Main Tags: AU - Modern Setting, AU - Rock Band, Rockstar Castiel, Musician Castiel, PA Dean Winchester, Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Uncle Castiel, Dead Jimmy Novak, Sobriety, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Anxiety Disorder, Strangers to Lovers, Dysfunctional Family, Explicit Sexual Content
Fic summary:
From the top of his 29 years-old, Castiel Novak has everything he could ever wish for. His band has been successful enough for the past decade that he’s traveled the world several times, can have anyone he wants in bed every night, and can fund his sins without a blink of an eye. On top of that, he has plenty of friends and some resemblance of a family left.
That’s until Castiel’s twin brother dies in a tragic car accident, leaving him the sole legal guardian of Jack, his 2-year-old nephew, and Claire, his 7-year-old niece. Castiel has always been a great uncle, but there’s a difference between being the cool uncle they see once a week, and being a parent. How is he supposed to deal with this, on top of his own grief, and to keep the band and what’s linked to it running?
Enter Dean Winchester, experienced personal assistant who’s basically seen it all already. But will he be enough to keep Cas clean, and his new family safe?
Between growing friendships that blossom into something else, maintaining sobriety and making sure the kids are happy and cared for, what could go wrong?
Welcome back to another chapter of this rock'n'roll drama! I’ve been working on this chapter for the better part of this past week, and I hope it starts answering some of the questions you’ve been asking as well as making you want to yell at me (let’s be real here, we all know how I am).
No real TW here, but the very last part of this chapter is extremely NSFW, so if that’s not your jam, skip it (although it’s an important part of the story, so you might miss out on some context).
As per usual, thank you to @nickelkeepand@castielsdisciple for guidance, counseling, beta'ing and enabling my filthy mind to come up with one of the most sinful things I’ve ever written
With Castiel around hunts because so much easier; day long hunts took hours, days driving turned to seconds.
Thus came the lazy days on the sofa, Cas draped over Dean aimlessly barely paying attention to the TV. Slow walks through the park; watching the bees in the spring and kicking the leaves in the autumn. Cooking fails attempting everything from cupcakes to soup but always ending delicious mess. Lazy affectionate kisses every free moment and little stares over the room around others.
Sam would come and go but Dean and cas spent so little time apart everybody they met treated them as a pair.
Tap Tap Tap Tap A long desperate sigh filled the waiting room “Uuuuuuuuuuuuh” A gentle left the man’s lips soon after to be heard by no-one but himself. And if he was listening His Angel “Cas buddy, we need you,”
From the tense silence of the nearly empty room an older woman burst through the doors. “Do we have a Dean?” The man froze. It seemed in those limited seconds between question and answer every emotion passed his thoughts. “That’s me…” “He wants to see you.” The man didn’t realise he’d been clenching his fists and holding his breath until he released them at the sound of ’..he wants..’
Everything was in slow motion. Feet clattering down with each step. Passing by each devastatingly injured person hooked up to every life support. ‘That could be him’
Every joyous, laughing person. 'I wish that was him,’
The presumed nurse stopped outside a door, and spoke gently, with kindness. “He’s in there.” “Thankyou,” “My pleasure it’s always beautiful when couples re-unite in a hospital room.” This was the last thing she’d said before walking away yet he still called after her,“ we’re not a couple, he’s my best friend.” Suddenly it felt odd to call him a best friend but he dismissed the feeling and entered the room.
“Hey buddy,” “Dean it’s you,” “Yep, in the flesh and blood,” “But the question is.. How are you cas?” “Tired.” “Seems reasonable,” “How are you and Sam?”
“Me? I’m good, just keepin’ goin’. Sam? Well he’s the best he’s been in years, right now he’s huntin anything and everything whe can find.”
The only thing filling the silence was a brief chuckle from cas then the steady noise of the heart machine.
“Cas did you hear me?” “Yes.” “And… Well you know we need you…” “Of course Dean..”
Both of them shuffled around awkwardly. Uncommon for Dean. Very common for castiel.
“I know you need me more than Sam. I know you should be saying 'I need you’”
“Cas what do you mean?” He heard no answer and slowly raised his head from staring at his shoes and looked at castiel. He had gone limp and his beautiful eyes had closed.
“Cas, cas buddy wake up, we need you!”
There was no reaction or visible change however the heart monitor began to slow.. “NURSE! WE NEED A NURSE IN HERE!” Seconds later they came crashing in, four or five of them. Straight to his bedside.
“NO! CAS! WE NEED YOU COME ON,”
He dropped closer to the bed and spoke softly to him one last time,“Castiel. Baby. I need you.” “I Need You Now.” But his attempts were in vain and the heart machine simply stopped.
“No no no no no this can’t happen. I need you. Baby I love you..”
![chaoticdean:chaoticdean:Glory Hallelujah [Work In Progress] read on AO3 | get the book | fic playl](https://64.media.tumblr.com/0a7da7d93f8b5a5369ade998ab16a92b/96dcdb841b37680a-4e/s1280x1920/38aad21e6cf913c9b5fc9cf97711a13a3db8ad9c.jpg "chaoticdean:chaoticdean:Glory Hallelujah [Work In Progress] read on AO3 | get the book | fic playl")
