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Castiel x Cain

This Idea is going to kill me, but I had to wright it. I might make this into an actual story and not just a oneshot... Not sure yet.

Warnings: nothing, it's just short.

Bees

"Castiel? What are you doing here?" Cain asks in confusion, taking off the mask of his bee suit to look the angel properly in the face. He didn't even know the angel was here until a few minutes ago. He just noticed the bees all gravitating towards a specific spot. With a frown, he stared at the angel for a few minutes before even deciding to ask: "How did you even find me?"

Castiel slowly turns away from the bees and smiles up to the demon. "I'm watching the bees. They told me to follow them." The angel explains with a wide grin. He then giggles as a bee lands on his nose. He goes cross-eyed looking at it, before gently blowing at it so it would leave. He looks back up to the demon with an innocent grin and tilts his head.

Cain frowns, but with a deeper look he noticed that something was off about the angel. The angel that he used to know everything about, what has time done to them? "I enjoy them as well. I decided to take care of them in my free time. If you would like to come in I have some fresh honey."

Castiel's eyes light up and he nods his head excitedly, bouncing slightly as the bees continue to land on him. He doesn't even mind them, instead he stares dead at the demon in front of him.

Cain watches him for another split second before begining to walk them towards his house. When he stepped through the doorway, he made his beesuit go away without a real thought and stepped into the house with his normal attire. "Are you staying for dinner or is this only a quick visit?" He asks, sounding as if he was only slightly interested, but in reality he almost wished the angel would stay. He has not had pleasant company in a long time and wouldn't mind it being from his old angelic freind.

"Oh, I'm not supposed to be out of the sight of Meg." He says with a frown, tilting his head down as he thinks. He then looks back up to me with fierce determination that showed the spark of the angel he used to be. "I'm staying here with you, Cain. I don't want to return to that place." He says with a straightened back and a firm jaw, that Cain knew that the angel he remembered was still there somewhere.

"Then don't." Cain simply shrugs, rolling up his sleeves before reaching into the fridge. "You're welcome to stay as long as you want, Castiel." He says while turning around, wanting the angel to know he was safe as he once wanted when he was just as naive. He falls silent when he sees that the angel was now standing right infront of him. He raises an eyebrow curiously, but Castiel doesn't back down.

"I apologise for my actions those many years ago. I was very much like a bee then." Castiel whispers, a frown tight on his face. He looks down to Cain and tilts his head slightly. "I should not have abandoned you like I did, maybe your wife would still be alive."

Cain frowns and sees the guilt evident int the angel's eyes. With a sigh, he rests a reassuring hand on his shoulder. He closes his eyes briefly and takes a deeo breath before responding. "It's alright, Castiel. I have moved past it. I still regret what I did, but now she is in heaven where she belongs. That's because of you, she's up there and not in Hell because of you. So, thank you."

Castiel's grin instantly splits across his face and he nods his head. "You're welcome." He says quickly, his grin growing at the words as if he never gets to say them. "Do you want to play a game?"

Cain chuckles and nods his head. For the moment he will go along with the Angel's antics, but he'll figure out what's going on with him. He figure out what the pesky Winchesters did to his angel, why he's broken like he is.

He'll save the angel that saved him, and he swore it on Collete's grave.

Because no one knew better than the love for his angel than his wife.

Castiel x Reader

A cute oneshot requested by @blue-lion1

Warnings: Nothing, just a short, fluffly story about the angel we all adore

All the Stars

"(Y/n), Dean said you have not left your room in a few days. Are you okay?" The familiar deep voice of the Angel's asks through the other side of my door, making my whole body jump in suprise. I had to restrain myself from wanted to just bust out of my room and chase Dean down for worrying him. He had absolutely no right to worry his best freind. He's just pouting because I won't give him his favourite pair of sweatpants back.

"I'm fine, Castiel." I call back, huffing slightly as I pushed myself up off the bad, probably the first time I have actually moved in hours. Shuffling my socked feet over to the door, I open it with a yawn and a half strech. "I'm just-" I start after blinking exhaustion away, but pause when I see the obvious fear in his face. "Cas, angel, what's wrong?"

"I don't want to loose you." He says quickly, and immediately thoughts of Dean doing exactly what I am currently doing flies through my thoughts. It's how Dean acted right before a lot of his... 'Disappearances'

"Oh!" I sputter out, quickly pulling him down into a hug. "You're not going to loose me. I'm just hiding out from my brothers, I get tired of them sometimes." I explain honestly. He hugs me back, a little awkward at first, but then relaxes into it before resting his head on mine.

"I understand. I too get tired of their presence and have to hide away." He agrees. I pull away from the hug and raise a brow.

"I know you're not used to this whole dating thing yet, but I just want you to know you have complete right to speak your mind." I mumble while tapping his nose lightly with my finger. He goes cross-eyed for a split second, before nodding his head.

"I trust you." He responds simply, then carefully grabs my hand into his own. Smiling proudly, I slightly squeeze my hand and press a light kiss to his lips.

"I love you, Castiel." I whisper close to his ear and he exhales slowly.

He pulls me closer to his body and presses a deeper kiss onto my lips in return. "I love you, too."

"Like all that stars." I tease and his eyes widen slightly, before he relaxes. He brings my hand up to his lips as presses a soft kiss onto my knuckles.

"More than all the stars I created."

Omg, thank you so much <3 That is literally the cutest thing I've ever fucking read!

sam’s shy gf headcanons. s.w. ₊˚⊹⋆

sam winchester x fem! reader

ᰔ summary: general shy dating hc again!! spoiler; sam is the softest, most patient boyfriend ever. he understands your awkwardness, your shyness, your nervousness—all of it—and he loves you for it.

⤿ warnings: lots of cuteness, emotional moments/support, comfort!! soft boy affection overload, sam being the gentlest giant to ever giant, safe relationship energy that might make you cry, pre-established relationship.

⤿ notes: on the request of the sweet @everythingisaspectrum!! sorry this took so long (╥﹏╥) for anyone worried on the taglist who signed on just for dean, just hit me up and ill make sure to not tag you on any other characters. plus the taglist got an update!!

HE DOES GROCERY SHOPPING IF YOU’RE TOO STRESSED.. But not in a ‘ugh, fine I’ll go’ way. No, this man is walking out the door with a list you scribbled and texting you stuff like “Do you want the strawberry yogurt or the peach? I forgot which one’s your favorite :(“

HAND-HOLDING IS HIS FAVORITE THING EVER.. He knows you’re shy about PDA, so he never forces it, but when you do reach for his hand? Oh, he cherishes it. He’ll squeeze your fingers gently, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, completely focused on you.

LOVES HEARING YOU TALK ABOUT THE THINGS YOU LOVE.. Even if you’re shy, when you finally start opening up about something you’re passionate about? Sam is so happy. He’ll listen intently, nodding along, asking questions— just completely mesmerized by how cute you look when you get excited.

SAM READS TO YOU.. Like actually, out loud. You’re laying in bed, curled up under a blanket, and he’s got a book in one hand, your hand in the other. He has the most soothing voice ever and every few lines he’ll glance over at you with the softest smile like, “Still with me, sweetheart?”

LOVES IT WHEN YOU GET SLEEPY AND CLINGY.. If you ever get too tired to keep up your usual shyness and just snuggle into him, Sam is in heaven. He’ll wrap you up in his arms, stroking your hair, whispering, “You can fall asleep, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

HE KEEPS A LITTLE MENTAL LIST OF THINGS THAT MAKE YOU ANXIOUS.. Crowds, loud places, random new people — he notices and makes plans around it. If you’re ever somewhere you don’t like, he’ll quietly lean over and whisper, “Want to head out, babe?” And if you nod? He’s already guiding you out like a prince in plaid.

HE LEGIT BRAGS ABOUT YOU IN PRIVATE.. Like, if he’s talking to Dean or someone he trusts, he gets this dreamy little smile and is like, “She’s shy, yeah… but she’s got the biggest heart. Smartest girl I’ve ever met.” He’s so down BAD.

WHEN YOU’RE OVERWHELMED, HE GIVES YOU HIS HOODIE.. And i mean, immediately. You’re not even asking, he just sees you getting overwhelmed and wordlessly tugs it off, wraps it around you, and kisses your hair. Now you smell like him and feel safe.

SAM IS OBSESSED WITH YOUR VOICE WHEN YOU TALK JUST TO HIM.. You might be quiet around others, but when it’s just the two of you? When you’re cuddling and whispering things only he gets to hear? He treasures it. He’ll literally say, “I love your voice. It’s like… peaceful.”

HE NOTICES EVERY TINY CHANGE IN YOUR MOOD.. You don’t even have to say anything; he can just tell. He’ll come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, rest his chin on your shoulder and softly ask, “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

HE HAS A BABY VOICE, JUST FOR YOU.. Not like silly-baby talk, but that extra soft, affectionate tone that only comes out when he’s holding you close or waking you up in the morning. “C’mon, sweetheart… time to get up. I made your tea.” Like PLEASE he’s your emotional support giant.

HE’S SO GENTLE WHEN YOU’RE UPSET.. If something’s bothering you, he’ll never push you to talk, but he’ll always make sure you know he’s there. He’ll rub slow circles on your back, murmur soothing words, and just be there until you’re ready to open up.

SAM LOVES WHEN YOU PLAY WITH HIS HAIR.. You’re shy about touching him, but the first time you nervously threaded your fingers through his hair? Sam melted. He closed his eyes, leaned into your touch, and let out the softest sigh. Now he begs for it. “C’mere, baby. Just for a minute.”

YOU HAVE A SAFE WORD FOR SOCIAL EXITS.. Sam came up with it. Like if you’re somewhere that’s draining you, all you have to do is say the word (maybe something dumb and cute like ‘moose tracks’) and he’ll immediately get you out, no questions.

HE WRITES YOU NOTES.. Like little sticky notes with stuff like “Drink water today, babe <3” or “I miss you, even if you’re just in the next room” and sticks them where you’ll find them. Your journal, your laptop, the fridge, your pillow, everywhere.

HE FINDS YOUR AWKWARDNESS SO HOT.. Like when you try to be flirty but your voice shakes? Or you avoid eye contact after saying something bold? Sam is grinning so hard. He’ll bite his lip and softly say, “That was really cute. Keep going.” and you’re immediately done for.

IF YOU CRY, HE’S IN FULL ON SOFT MODE.. No panic, no ‘don’t cry’ BS. He just holds you close, rocks you gently, and says stuff like, “Let it out, sweetheart. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” Literal human comfort blanket.

HE NEEDS A KISS BEFORE BED.. Even if it’s just a shy little peck. And if you’re being all bashful and hiding your face under the covers? He’ll laugh softly and coax you out with kisses to your hands. “Don’t hide that pretty face, baby.”

HE BUYS YOU BOOKS THAT REMIND HIM OF YOU.. The titles are always something like “Quiet is Beautiful” or “Loving Someone Soft” or just some cheesy romance novel with a blushing heroine. He always scribbles a note inside like “Saw this and thought of you. You’re my favorite.”

HE LIVES FOR THE LATE NIGHT CONVOS.. You’re in bed, half-asleep, and you whisper something like “do you think the stars look different in heaven?” and this man is suddenly wide awake and in full philosophical mode, holding you and telling you what he thinks while stroking your arm.

HE TOTALLY PICKS UP ON YOUR SOCIAL ANXIETY AND SUBTLY HELPS YOU OUT.. If you’re in a conversation and get flustered, Sam will gently step in without making it obvious. He’ll steer the conversation smoothly so you don’t feel pressured to talk too much, all while giving you reassuring little touches, like a hand on your back.

SAM OFFERS YOU HIS JACKET WITHOUT YOU ASKING.. Cold? You get the jacket. Nervous? You get the jacket. Just existing in the world? Guess what, you’re getting the damn jacket. It’s like a hug from him, and you know he gets a little weak seeing you wrapped up in it.

HE NEVER LETS YOU DOUBT HOW MUCH HE WANTS YOU.. You’re quiet and might have moments of thinking you’re too awkward or not enough. Sam sees it immediately and pulls you into the warmest hug, whispering, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, sweetheart. Don’t ever think you’re not.”

ADORES THE WAY YOU TUCK YOURSELF INTO HIS SIDE.. Like a little shy koala. If you ever burrow into him, face in his chest, holding onto his flannel? He’s DONE. He’ll just wrap you up and murmur, “God, I love you so much.”

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It's decided, I'm going to rewatch Supernatural because apparently the first time wasn't painful enough. But! This time, I'm going to write fanfiction and semi-coherent analyses. And also count the number of times Dean says awesome.

Wish me luck!

My biggest regret is not watching Supernatural or reading Destiel fanfiction sooner because for some reason I didn't find Misha Collins

I still don't know what was wrong with me and I deeply regret my sinful actions and now understand the beauty of Misha Collins

I’m In Love With A Dumbass

Summary - Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N hate each other’s guts. What happens when they have to spend weeks together due to a hunt? Will the hate only grow or will things take a turn in a direction none of them anticipated?

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Female!reader

Warnings - SMUT 18+, Unprotected sex (y’all are better than this), Oral sex (f receiving), grinding, fingering, making out, fluff, angst, language. Please tell me if I’m forgetting something!

Word Count - 5572

A/N - Written for the lovely @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone as she recently hit 5k followers!! Big congratulations once again!!🥳🥰

I had an awesome time writing this and it was fun to write enemies-to-lovers trope for the first time. The gif I got cannot be posted or tumblr will flag my post. 😬 Thank you for hosting this challenge and letting me be a part of it. ♥️♥️♥️

Beta’d by the absolutely awesome, @msmarvelouswinchester . A big thank you my Chan!!!😘

Please tell me what you think about it.

FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!!

Happy Reading :)

*****

Dean Winchester was pissed. He was annoyed, frustrated and furious and every other feeling that came along with it. But mostly, Dean Winchester was done. He was done with Y/N Y/L/N. He was done with this hunt that had kept stretching on. Because that meant he had to spend more time with her. 

Dean Winchester and Y/N Y/L/N were hunters, who were currently hunting a pack of werewolves for the last three weeks and two days all over the States because little brother Sammy had gotten hurt on their last hunt and was left behind to rest peacefully in the bunker, away from her! 

Afficher davantage

And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like..

"You're our brother, Cas."

"....Thank you."

•

Sorry guys I wanted to supernatural shit post I've been thinking about them.

little ((bad)) something i wrote because insanity y’know. also I miss them.

“Cas, am I old?” Dean asks one day, looking towards the mirror, arms slouched along the sides, strays of grey hair muffled.

Cas - lying on the bed, bare torso, messy hair on top of his head - turns and looks at him questioningly.

Dean glances back at Cas through the mirror.

“What’s the matter?" Cas asks.

Dean’s firm lips hold a breath before answering. He lightly sighs, scratches his nape nervously and snorts “It’s— Nothing, ‘s just..nothing.”

“Dean” Cas says like he always does - fond, serious, apprehensive, loving- when Dean acts like that and Cas gets out of the bed, bedsheets slowly tracing and abandoning his body and hugs him from behind- bare torso, warm against dean - and places a soft kiss on the shoulder.

He glances at the mirror. Sees dean staring at his reflection.

“You are beautiful, Dean” Cas says. Plain and simple just because it’s true, just because he can say those things to Dean, just because Dean deserves to hear them. And Dean full on freezes. And Cas’ heart breaks a little.

When dean speaks again, his voice comes out in a rasp “’M turning 50 this year, Cas”

“That’s how birthdays work, Dean”

Dean elbows him softly but his voice is filled with a hint of laughter “You are spending too much time with Sam. Can’t handle two sarcastic-pain-in-the-ass nerds”

Cas huffs a laughter and kisses dean on the cheek. Dean’s body warm and soft against the cold air that fills the room.

“You turning 50 doesn’t determine your beauty, Dean. Or whatever it is you are concerned about now”

“Not concerned just— yeah, whatever”Dean snorts, still staring at his reflection. His right hand follows the outlines of his appearance, a grimace holding his lips.

“It’s just...My belly. Always had defined abs, you know and now it’s all soft”

Cas looks at him for a while, light sighs filling the room. Dean seems to tighten from his gaze.

“I love your belly, Dean” Cas slowly murmurs, locking eyes with the other man’s reflection. “I like putting my head there at night when we read in silence or when you put a movie on. One of those movies you love so much. I like to plant kisses there, seeing you blush under my displays of affection”

Dean remains silent for a moment, then: “I don’t blush”

Cas rolls his eyes, a gesture he has learned from watching human behavior and that finds pretty useful when dealing with the winchesters. A smile tugs his lips.

He kisses Dean’s collarbone -once, twice- and feels Dean leaning in the embrace.

“My hair.. I-“

Cas doesn’t miss a beat: “Few and little grey hairs at your sides, on the top and back of your head. I have them too and I think they suit you. It seems to mark your stay on earth, Dean. When a new one grows it’s like a confirm you are here and you are okay. That we are okay, are we, Dean?”

Cas knows the answer. Has known for a long time now.

It’s in the way they look at each other at night, intimate and vulnerable, fingers intertwined and legs dangling from the bed.

It’s in the mornings and the silence they mutually share, in the walk towards the kitchen, sometimes alone founding the other already there, cup of coffee in their hands and another ready for them to drink; sometimes together, grumpy and slightly tired and so in love.

It’s in Dean’s ever so green eyes looking at him with ease, in their fights from time to time that leave them angry and sad and confused, hands still holding the other’s, it’s in the nightmares and the caring and the memories and the hope. it’s in everything they are and in nothing less than that.

“Of course we are, dumbass” Dean says, rolling his eyes. Then:”My-“

“Dean” Cas states "Turn around”

And Dean does. And Cas kisses him while he talks-every part he can reach.

“You have little crinkles forming at your eyes when you smile now. I love them, I love seeing them because I love seeing you smile and laugh and grin just like you do. I like your softness, your hair, your belly, the freckles that seem to have increased, your strays of grey hair. I love the scars you have that are healing. I hate that you have them, that you had to go through such sufference, but you have them and it’s okay, Dean. It’s okay to have them and to be reminded of how strong you were. Of how strong you are. I love everything about what makes you feel older in a way because to me, it’s a sign that this, all of this, is real, that this is happening, that you are aging and living your life just like you deserve to, that you are safe and, hopefully, happy and serene. And that you feel loved- There’s nothing I want more than that, I hope you know it. And more, more than anything, Dean, your soul is beautiful. Pure light shining and glowing every time I look at you, and I know you are judging yourself from just your physicality- It’s something humans tend to do, but oh, dean if they.. if you could just see how incredible and pure and clean and wonderful you really are.... if you could just see yourself once, just once from my perspective, see how I see you, how I perceive you. I will spend everyday I get to have on this planet telling you just how beautiful you are, Dean, until you can finally realize the beauty you hold into your heart. You are beautiful, Dean. Still and always. Absolutely ethereal and I am so deeply in love with you”

If Dean sheds some tears, that’s nobody’s business, but Cas holds him tightly then and there and talks to him, softly traces his body murmuring praises and Dean breaks and breaks and breaks. But he is with Cas. He is safe. He can let himself break.

“Dean.. I- Me growing older, it’s okay for you isn’t it?”Cas asks at some point. Silence stretching between them.

“There was never one, there’s no one and there will never be one I’d rather growing older with than you, Cas”

“Plus" Dean adds, grinning “I love your grey hair. Makes you look like a dilf.”

“Dean”

Hello, hello, my fearlings! Sorry it has been so long since I've been legitimately active. Been busy busy busy working in so many WIPs! Got a new Lost Boys fic coming your way once I'm more chapters into it. I've got a lot on my plate, but I'm getting stuff out slowly! Power Play should get another chappie by tomorrow night and I'm working on the next chappie for Don't Fear the Reaper. Hoping to get back on Healing Our Wounds as well as Finding His Lost Star soon too!

“I believe in a lot of things. Hope. Prayer. We all have our own way of seeking comfort.”

a little portrait of how castiel looks in my destiel stanford era!au fic, “this gentle sin”! couldn't figure out if i liked the one with or without his cunty gold glasses, so i chose both 💛 he’s a gay and autistic religious studies major who pines after a man so deep in the closet he’s practically in narnia 💔 they get their happy ending, though!! even if it's a roller coaster beforehand LOL

dean’s portrait is coming soon, and then sam and jess are next hehe!!! :3

This Gentle Sin: Chapter 6

Castiel’s life is finally falling into place. Having just started his master’s degree at Stanford, he’s ready to wipe the slate of his past clean in search of new beginnings. Still, he can’t help but feel like he’s missing something; some hole in his heart no god can fill.

Enter Dean Winchester.

phew. this one is a doozy. that's about all the words i got.

feel free to follow for updates!! i’ve posted some fanart and plan on posting more here. you can also listen to the fun playlist i made for this fic, which is time-accurate and being added to when i find the perfect songs!! otherwise, thanks for reading and i adore you all as always xoxo!!

“I believe in a lot of things. Hope. Prayer. We all have our own way of seeking comfort.”

As promised, a little Castiel candid from my Stanford era college AU, This Gentle Sin! If you’ve read it, trust that the rest of his walls have just as many artifacts, if not more-- and if you haven’t, well! I’d be happy to have you! 💛

This Gentle Sin: Chapter 5

Castiel’s life is finally falling into place. Having just started his master’s degree at Stanford, he’s ready to wipe the slate of his past clean in search of new beginnings. Still, he can’t help but feel like he’s missing something; some hole in his heart no god can fill.

Enter Dean Winchester.

fifth chapter down, the longest one yet (and the longest thing i've written in a looong time)!!! this one took a while given the craziness that continues to be my life, and given the next one is gonna be a bit longer as well i'm not sure when it'll be updated again. however, i've already started it despite desperately wanting to give myself a break, so we'll see how it goes LMAO

shoutout to my beautiful girlfriend @wolvenwhispers for being my omega reader teehee. i left a reference to my favorite destiel fanfic and another to one of my other favorite shows, so see if you can spot them!! ;~*

feel free to follow for more updates!! i’ve posted some fanart and plan on posting more here. you can also listen to the fun playlist i made for this fic, which is time-accurate being added to when i find the perfect songs!! otherwise, thanks for reading and i adore you all xoxo!!

Castiel's life is finally falling into place. Having just started his master's degree at Stanford, he's ready to wipe the slate of his past clean in search of new beginnings. Still, he can't help but feel like he's missing something; some hole in his heart no god can fill.

Enter Dean Winchester.

fourth chapter down boys let’s GOOO!!! this marks the longest chapter yet, but i fear it’s not gonna be even close to how long chapter 5 will be… which will have a wait, given life and all that. whoops!!!

feel free to follow!! i’ve posted some fun fanart and plan on posting more here. you can also listen to the fun playlist i made for this fic as i add more as i go!! thanks for reading xoxo!!

y’all really liked my cas drawing, so i figured i might as well toss out dean!! this is from my stanford era fic, this gentle sin, where dean works at a certain auto shop called singer’s auto. this one’s a lot more detailed than the other one, so expect a little cas scene (and possibly a destiel smooch 👁️) in the future :3

drew a very basic castiel for my stanford era fic, this gentle sin! our boy is tired. mainly because of his stupid ass future boyfriend (who i also drew!).

Castiel's life is finally falling into place. Having just started his master's degree at Stanford, he's ready to wipe the slate of his past clean in search of new beginnings. Still, he can't help but feel like he's missing something; some hole in his heart no god can fill.

Enter Dean Winchester.

if you would have told me ten years ago that my longest fic ever so far was for destiel… ykw, i would’ve believed you. i was a little superwholock freak back then.

this fic now has a playlist! short and sweet so far, but it’s time-period accurate and i’m having a lot of fun making it. i might draw some art soon, too... we'll see. anyways, enjoy!! :3

Castiel's life is finally falling into place. Having just started his master's degree at Stanford, he's ready to wipe the slate of his past clean in search of new beginnings. Still, he can't help but feel like he's missing something; some hole in his heart no god can fill. Enter Dean Winchester.

happy 4 year anniversary of homophobia personified <3 did i intend to post the second chapter on the day destiel went canon? no. is it infinitely funny that i did? absolutely xoxo

make sure you read the chapter notes!!

Castiel's life is finally falling into place. Having just started his master's degree at Stanford, he's ready to wipe the slate of his past clean in search of new beginnings. Still, he can't help but feel like he's missing something; some hole in his heart no god can fill.

Enter Dean Winchester.

my shameless college au fic that is absolutely eating away at my brain as we speak. future chapters are already in the works, so join me for the ride!!!!

First Date|| Sam Winchester x Madison One-Shot

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this story!! Also have a happy new year🫶🏻 This story takes place a few days after the events of Heart (2.17) but of course Madison is alive and Sam decides to take her on a date

Word Count: 834

Warnings: Fluff

Sam was getting himself ready for his and Madison’s date. He was glad that she was fully cured and couldn’t turn into a werewolf anymore. He really liked her a lot. She made him feel happy for once, which he thought he’d never feel again. Especially after he lost Jessica. He had thought he would never find someone else. As he continued to get himself ready. Dean watched him like a proud father, smiling happily. The younger brother had caught onto this, turning to look at his brother as he fixed his tie. “Dude, can you please stop staring at me? It’s creepy.”

“Oh, c’mon, Sammy. I’m proud of you! You’re going on a date with a real girl.” Dean teased, receiving an annoyed look from his brother. “Sorry, sorry, but I’m seriously happy for you, man. She seems like a nice girl and you guys really seem to hit it off. I’m glad you finally found someone.”

Sam smiled at that. He was happy to hear his brother approved of Madison. “I’m glad I found her too. I’m nervous about how tonight will go. I hope she’ll enjoy the restaurant and everything else I have planned for her.”

“Sammy, I’m sure she’ll love whatever you have planned. Don’t worry yourself about it too much, okay? I’m sure you guys will have an awesome time together.” Dean reassured his brother, still observing him as he got himself ready. Once he was done, he turned to look at Dean. “How do I look?” He asked, watching as Dean looked at him.

“You look great, Sammy. Just be your normal nerdy vegan freak self and I’m sure she’ll have a blast.” He teased again, receiving another annoyed look from his brother.

Later on that night, Sam and Madison were on their date. Sam had taken them to a nice restaurant. He had also requested that they’d have champagne with their meal. Madison wore a simple black dress with black heels. Her hair was curled as well. Sam had a suit on that Dean had helped him pick out. “This is really nice, Sam. You didn’t have to go all out for this.” She commented, giving him a soft smile. The male returned the smile. “Well you deserve to be treated like this. Seeing as your ex didn’t give you this type of treatment. You really are a nice girl, Maddie.”

Madison smiled more as she listened to him. For once in her life she finally felt she meant something to someone. Sam made her feel seen and appreciated. “Thank you, Sam. I appreciate it a lot.” She said as she reached across their table, grabbing the males hand and holding it. Sam smiled once more before placing a soft kiss to her hand. “I’m enjoying this night so much.” He spoke, watching as she blushed a bit, returning the smile. “I am too. This is the best date I’ve ever been on. You’re so sweet and funny. You genuinely have a good heart, Sam.”

He gleamed as he listened to her speak. “I can say the same about you too. You’re actually the only girl I’ve felt this strong of a connection too. Well..besides when I had Jessica, god rest her soul. You make me believe I won’t be alone again.” She gently rubbed his hand with her thumb, knowing it was still hard for him to mention Jessica. “I’m sure she’d be very proud of you. I know I am.” She reassured.

After their dinner, Sam drove her back to her house. Luckily Dean had let him take Baby out for the night, which was rare. Dean was very protective of his car. As they pulled up to Madison’s house. He parked the car, getting out and opening her door for her. He happily held her hand as they walked to her door. Madison turned to look at him as they approached the door. She sighed happily. “Thank you so much for tonight, Sam. I really enjoyed myself.” She spoke, reaching up to cup his cheek with her hand. He leaned into her touch, smiling happily as he looked down at her. “I’m glad you did. I had an amazing time with you.” He replied. She soon leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. After a few moments, she pulled away, looking up at him. His cheeks were a light pink as he looked back at her. “Why don’t you stay the night with me? We don’t have to let our night end here.” She suggested.

Sam thought about it for a moment before nodding, giving her a cheeky grin. She giggled as she took his hand, soon walking him into her house. The pair spent the night together and most of the next day. When Sam had finally returned back to the shared motel room him and his brother shared. Dean was already bugging him for answers. The younger Winchester simply ignored him as he imagined this new chapter of his life.

Last Words. (Dean Imagine)

(A/N: THIS IS AN END OF S11 FIC. Technically, the oneshot itself has no spoilers...I think. But just so you understand the context, this takes place the night before the end of the season finale. I apologize in advance for the ensuing tears.)

Pairing: Dean/reader

Rating: PG13 for sadness

Dean sat down on his bed, laptop open in front of him, a blank document staring back expectantly. He sipped his beer, and set it on the nightstand, sighing heavily.

She would find it after everything was over. He'd print it up, seal it in an envelope, give it to Cas, ask him to give it to her when he was gone. When they were safe.

"Let's get this over with."

Dear (Y/N),

He deleted it.

(Y/N),

He deleted it.

To my girl.

Here we are again. End of the line. The world's going out tomorrow unless the Winchesters step up, right? Tomorrow night, I'll probably be dead, and in the Void.

How many times have we been here? Too many. This time, though, I'm pretty certain I'm not getting out of it. This time, it really is the end of the line. Everybody off.

So I thought I should leave something behind. Kind of a will, but not really because legally I don't exist anymore. Sort of a...goodbye. You know I'm not good at them. Soppy crap has never been my thing, but this time...I don't know. It just feels right to go out properly.

Sammy gets my Baby. It's always been that way. Don't let him chuck my music, though, doll. Those cassettes are classics and really valuable, trust me.

You and him keep on at the Batcave. Don't move, you won't be safe if you do. You know that, though. Also, don't let them touch my room, okay? No one but you gets in, babe, promise me. Everyone else would touch my stuff and move it and mess it up, and I swear if you guys break anything I'll pull my damn self out of the void to haunt your asses.

Watch out for Sammy for me. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. And tell him to get a haircut.

Watch out for Cas. Don't let him do anything stupid either. But still mess with him sometimes, too. He's still got a stick up his ass.

Take care of yourself. Move on. Find someone who's actually worth your time now that you're not stuck with me. Just don't be alone, okay? No one should be alone. And don't do anything stupid, either. Don't try to bring me back. I don't want that.

I love you so much, and I don't say it as much as I should. Tell Sam and Cas I love them too, because God knows...well, you know what I mean...I can't say it to their faces. Too much of a chick flick moment. Soppy crap.

But I do love you. All of you. And I hope that I can't miss you in the void, because I know I will if I can. I'll miss you so damn bad.There's no way in hell I can thank any of you enough, or tell you how much you mean to me.

Tell Sammy I'm proud of him, and I'm sorry he never got that normal life he wanted. Tell him he can stop hunting now, if he can find a way out. He deserves that much. Tell him I'm sorry I dragged him back into that crap, and I'm sorry he was born into it all, and I wish more than anything that we'd gotten normal lives dealt to us. But tell him I'm so proud to call him my brother, and I loved every minute we got together.

Tell Cas thank you, for everything he's done, and that I'm so sorry that I brought him down with me. Tell him he's the best friend I ever had, and I didn't deserve anything he did for me. Tell him I'm so damn proud of him, and I hope he can patch things up with Claire, and with at least some of the God squad. Tell him that to me, he's always been a brother. Tell him he's family, and he's earned that place, for what it's worth.

You are so beautiful, and so wonderful, and so strong. I never deserved you, and I don't know why you stayed with me, but I am so damn glad that you did. Thank you for making these last few years so real, and so great, for staying with me through literal hell and high water, for every kiss and every touch and every word you ever said to me. Thank you for being alive and for being mine. Thank you for letting me be yours because you deserved so much better than this washed-up idiotic alcoholic mess.

I love you, (Y/N). My girl. My babe, my doll, my honey, my cherry pie. I love you.

Goodbye.

Dean Winchester.

Halos and Hellspawn

Pairing: Cas/Reader

Rating: PG

Fighting demons was hard enough. Fighting this one? You weren't sure if you could.

He relaxed against the chair, hands cuffed behind his back. His blue eyes, those familiar, normally beautiful blue eyes, were full of amusement to see the pain in yours. The trench coat was resting across the back of a chair just outside of the devil's trap. He looked wrong, almost naked without it.

Of course, he looked wrong anyway. This wasn't Castiel.

He'd done it to save you. The demon was aiming for you, and Cas caught the smoke, meaning to smite it. But he was too weak, with his fading grace, and so instead just redirected it. And now...

"So, doll-face," the demon sighed in mock boredom, "how long before you realize there's nothing you can do to get me out of here?" He tapped Cas's foot and put a smirking smile on his face again. You didn't reply. "Oh, don't give me that," he mock pouted, "not the silent treatment. You might as well get to like me, because I'm not going anywhere."

"You are."

"She speaks!" He feigned surprise, then laughed, and it cut you to the core that it sounded like Cas laughing at you. "Oh, darling," he said, drawing out the word, "I'm not."

There was a ringing silence as you reached out and slapped him, hard, across the face. The look of hurt looked so much like Cas that it had you frozen. Then...

"(Y/N)..."

Your heart nearly stopped. "Cas?"

He nodded, struggling. "I don't have long...but...it's me..."

You smiled disbelievingly, suddenly dropping to your knees beside him and cupping his face. "Cas...you can fight him, you can do this-"

"No. I can't, I'm not..." he paused, fighting. "I don't have long. Please...closer..."

You leaned in, desperate for him to stay, tears in your eyes. "Please Cas, please..." He smiled weakly. His eyes flicked to your lips. "Before...I'm gone...please..."

Tears streaming down your face, you leaned in, eyes fluttering closed and a slight sob escaping. You could feel his breath on your lips...

You stumbled as the chair was kicked back and Cas grunted, "NO!"

The demon had shock written on its face. Slowly, you stood. "You tricked me."

The demon smiled again, but something was off. "Of course I did. But you wouldn't kiss me if I was me, now would you?" You frowned, studying the demon. Was it...nervous? And why was it shocked?

But why would it push you away?

You smiled slightly as it dawned on you. "But Cas did fight back."

"You're crazy," it scoffed. You laughed, and it scowled. "Stop. It wasn't him, I was messing with you. It was me. He can't fight me. He can't!"

"He can't?" you said, throwing its mockery back at it, "or you didn't think he would?" You laughed again as the demon roared angrily, then you knelt again, leaning close. "Cas, I know you can hear me," you muttered, "fight him, c'mon, come back to me. Kick him out."

The demon jerked suddenly, then growled again. You put your hand over his and it tried to throw you off, but you just caught his hand. "Cas, come back. Fight. It's all on you, I know you can do it." It spit in your face, and you blinked and wiped it off just as it jerked violently again, and yelled in pain. You put a hand on his sweating face as it glared at you. But there was a spark in his eyes. "Castiel, you're an angel. You're stronger than this and you know it.

I believe in you."

"He's a selfish bastard!" the demon screamed furiously, jerking so violently that you had to back up a pace, "he's doing this to show who's stronger! To punish me! He doesn't care about you! He's fighting because you disgust him so much he'd never touch you!"

"I'm sorry, Cas," you said evenly before slapping the demon again. It yelled out, and just at the end of the scream you thought you heard him say, "More!"

"You say something?"

"No!" it cried desperately. You grinned in triumph. "Sorry, Cas, I'm really sorry." You slapped him again. It hissed and spit. You hit. It hissed. You hit. It hissed.

This wasn't enough. You frowned, then steeled yourself and grabbed the demon's face as it yelled defiantly. You looked into it's eyes, into Cas's eyes and spoke to Cas. "You fight this off. Come back to me, Wings."

Then you kissed him.

The demon bit your lip and fought to pull back, but you didn't let him go. Suddenly a hand was on your cheek and Cas was speaking against your lips. "Move. Get back." You flung yourself back and watched as Cas started to glow bright blue. It became blindingly bright and you covered your eyes. There was a piercing scream.

Then the light was gone, and Cas thudded back against the chair, eyes closed, still.

"Cas?" You uncovered your eyes. "Castiel!" You pulled yourself up next to him and ran your thumb across his cheek. "Cas? Cas, please, come on, wake up!"

His eyes fluttered open again. He coughed, then grunted, "Thank you."

You hugged him tightly, half sobbing, half laughing. And surprisingly, he hugged you back.

Even more surprisingly, he grabbed your face and kissed you, hard.

Text Conversations With the Boys

Rating: G

Pairing: Reader/Each of the members of TFW

You: Sam, where r u?

Sam: Out.

You: Real specific Sam.

Sam: Just out! I promise!

You: You're not doing anything shady, right?

Sam: ...

You: Sam?

Sam: :)

You: What does that mean???

You: *two hours later* THERE'S A CANDY GRAM AT THE DOOR, WINCHESTER.

Sam: :)

You: I love you, you moron.

Sam: Ily2 babe. XD

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Dean: (Y/N)!!!!

You: ?

You: Um hi Dean. XD

Dean: (Y/N) did yuo no that yur vry pretttty

You: ...are you drunk again?

Dean: Nooooooo

Dean: I'm fnie!

You: ...where r u?

Dean: Te barr down the rode

Dean: Roda

Dean: Rood

Dean: Close neough.

You: Stay put and don't get kicked out, I'm gonna come pick you up.

Dean: Tooo late

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Cas: adKLNPgkl,2485u

You: Um...Cas? You ok?

Cas: I'm sorry. I dropped my phone.

You: You have an iPhone, how did you get that by dropping it?

Cas: ...I may have dropped it on my face...

You: XD

Cas: >:(

You: WTF When did you start using emojis??

Cas: Sam taught me.

Cas: What does WTF mean?

You: ...ask Dean.

Broken (Demon!Dean Imagine)

Pairing: Dean/Reader

Rating: PG 13 for heartbreak

"No."

"Sam, I'm not a child. I can do this."

"No. You're not going in there."

"Well, why do you have to do it? What makes you more qualified than me?"

"I'm his brother."

"I'm his girlfriend. Have been for three years."

Sam sighed and looked down at his shuffling feet. The bunker was quiet, and felt almost suffocating today. There was a table covered in empty coffee mugs, and a dungeon that was all too full.

This was the third time you and Sam had had this debate, and you were determined to win, close to tears or not. When he finally looked up and nodded, you blinked.

"You're gonna let me do it?"

He gave a very weary smile. "Like you said, you're not a kid. And...Maybe you would be better."

He was nearly knocked over by the tight hug you gave him, and stroked your hair.

One... Two...

Breathe.

Three.

You slid the door open slowly, the creak and groan of metal filling the silence. Not looking up from the ground, you came into the room.

There was the sound of movement, a moment of surprised hesitation, then...a laugh. And it wasn't his laugh.

"I was wondering when Sammy would let you down here, (Y/N)."

You tried very hard not to wince at your name in that mocking tone, eyes still glued to the ground as you shut the door and went to the small silver table with the roll of syringes.

"Aw, you're gonna drug me up. Baby, that's adorable-"

"Don't call me baby." You could almost feel him smile; it made your skin crawl.

"Why not? You love it when I call you baby."

"I love when Dean calls me baby."

"I am Dean. Just-"

"You say a newer model and I'll punch you in the goddamn face." He chuckled.

You picked up a syringe, and a needle. Put the two together. Started to roll up your sleeve.

"You know you can't fix me, right?"

"Watch me."

"Well," he shuffled again, relaxing into the chair a bit, "you can make me human again, sure. But you can never fix me. I'll always be broken. I was when I met you, I was before I got the Mark, I was when I was human and had it. This is the closest to whole and happy I've ever been."

"Shut up." It was practically a whisper.

But he kept on, and the words hurt worse than the needle in your skin.

"See, now I'm not worried about anything. I don't care if Sammy dies, or Cas. I don't care if you die-"

"Shut. Up."

"-I wouldn't feel a bit of guilt, even with your blood on my hands. Actually, that'd be kinda fun. Chasing you around, hunting you down-"

You pulled the needle out sharply and stalked over to him, jabbing it in mercilessly. He hissed and fought, crying out as you pushed in the plunger and the blood flooded his system again. As you walked back over to the table, he began to scream.

"Why the hell are you even trying?! This won't work! It can't, and I don't want it to! Why does it matter what happens to me?!"

"Because I can't lose you, and I won't, even if I have to go to Hell and back again. Because Dean Winchester, I love you, and I won't stop until you're human or I'm dead."

As you walked out, you kept your eyes fixed on the door, trying desperately to ignore the tears blinding you at least until that door was shut behind you again. To your surprise, he said nothing else, and the only sound from him was heavy, ragged breathing.

You didn't look back as you shut the door, but if you had, you would have seen the demon staring at you, face slack with shock, frozen.

Just for a moment, right before the door closed, he moved forward, and opened his mouth as if to speak.

And there was a flash of green in those black eyes.

Two in the Morning (Winchesters Imagine)

Pairing: Nothing really, Sam/Reader ish

Rating: PG for language

You were asleep. Everyone was, it was 2 am. And you were having a damn good dream, too.

And then they rolled up.  Doors slammed, there was a lot of shouting, and you were suddenly wide awake, standing in the middle of the motel room, pointing a sawed-off shotgun loaded with salt at the door.

"Dean we have to talk about this at some point!"

"Not tonight, Sammy! It's 2 am, and I wanna get some shut eye!"

So do I, you thought in annoyance. You froze, poised for action, when you heard the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the lock. Then the door handle twisted, and it opened to reveal two hulking figures, shadowed and possibly malformed. The lights clicked on.

"Who the hell are you and how the hell did you get my key?"

It turned out that neither boy was malformed at all, just covered in about four layers of shirts each for some reason. The shocked looks on their faces made you pause. Had they expected you to sleep through that racket? Both boys' hands shot up, and the taller one dropped the set of keys he'd been holding. The shorter one, stepped forward, blocking what he could of the big one, and smiled in what he must have thought was a charming manner. It might've been, too, at any other time of day.

"Um...hi. Sorry, we must be in the wrong room, so if you don't mind, we'll just-"

"Don't move, Model Boy." He blinked, glanced at the bigger one and mouthing "Model Boy?". He shrugged, and Model Boy looked back at you, not moving. You stepped closer, pulling a flask out of your bag as you went and unscrewing the cap with one hand, using the other to keep the gun pointed. When you got it off, you splashed the contents at them, and when the did nothing but flinch and sputter a little, you relaxed a little more.

"Okay, not demons. Still doesn't explain why a moose and a model are standing on my doorstep."

"Again with the moose thing?" the bigger one complained, and after a jab in the ribs from the model, he sighed and said, "Are you (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?"

"Who's asking?"

"I'm Sam, and this is Dean. Bobby Singer sent us. Said you needed some help with a pack of demons down here?"

At that, you finally smiled, dropping the gun to bounce against your side. "Oh, so you're the Winchesters! Bobby talks about you boys all the time. I didn't know he'd be sending you to help me out." You laughed, gesturing for them to come in. The relief on their faces as they did, sitting at the little table and dropping their bags around them, made you laugh again. You plopped down on the corner of the unoccupied bed after shutting the door and locking it again, dropping the gun back by your bed.

"Tell me something, guys," you said conversationally as Sam set up his laptop and Dean pulled out a rather heavy looking old leather book, "Why are you in my room and not your own?" The boys exchanged a look, then Dean said, "The uh...the manager said that this one was free." You rolled your eyes and muttered, "Damn idiot's never gonna remember I'm here, is he?" All three of you laughed. "We'll get our own in a couple of minutes, once we're set up in here. No point in having two work stations, right?" Sam said, smiling at you goofily.

"No point in having two rooms either, I think." They looked at you curiously. "What? I'm perfectly willing to share a bed if you are."

You could almost hear them yelling "Dibs!" at each other, and you giggled. "Just for sleeping, you overgrown teenagers." The offended looks this earned you had you trying desperately not to fall over laughing. When you'd calmed down enough to speak again, you stood and walked back over to your bed, slipping back under the sheets.

"Fight it out amongst yourselves. As for me, it's too damn early for research, don't ya think? I'm hitting the hay again, as I was doing before I was so rudely interrupted."

The following whispered argument lasted twenty minutes before the lights snapped out again.

Sam won.