Imagine Dean catching you wearing Casās shirtā¦
Warnings: implied smut, mention of nudity.
A/N: Thank you @moeyy-writesā for inspiring me and helping me write the mess inside my mind. Hell, you practically wrote this, but thanks for letting me claim it. Haha!
You reached up for a coffee mug on a high shelf, standing on your tip-toes in order to grab your favorite pumpkin-shaped one. A smile curled over your lips when you finally grasped it. You needed some caffeine after the nearly sleepless night you had that night.
You reached for the carafe and filled your mug almost to the top, then poured in some of Samās creamer. Ah, sweet caffeine.
Footsteps behind you nearly made you spill your coffee. You hated the echoes in that damn bunker. With a stunned gaze, you turned to meet Dean, whose eyes were as wide as yours.
Warnings: language, theme of headaches, thatās really it.
A/N: Again, thank you @moeyy-writesā for helping me with this. You rock!
Sam stomped his way into the library, as he always did, and plopped himself into the chair beside you. He practically slammed his smoothie glass onto the wooden table, making you wince.
āHey, Y/N. Whatcha up to?ā he shouted at your left, coaxing a groan from you.
āOh my god, Sam, please shut up,ā you muttered through your teeth. Sam leaned back in his chair and scoffed.
āWow, someoneās cranky today.ā He scooted away, causing the legs of the chair to screech against the cement floor.
āFuck! Sam, please, shut the hell up!ā you covered the top of your head with your arms, your hands curling into fists.
āGeez, Iām sorry.ā Sam stood from his seat and held his hands up in surrender.
As you tried to tune out the noise around you, you heard an additional set of footsteps join the room, raising your frustration.
āY/N? Is everything okay? I heard screaming,ā the gentle voice of Castiel announced. His words grew softer as he saw your current physical state. āWhat happened?ā
Sam took a few steps back and turned to his angel friend.
āI came in here to see what she was up to, and she told me to shut the fuck up,ā Sam explained bluntly. Cas scowled, crouching down at your side.
āY/N,ā he whispered softly, āare you having another headache?ā His hand encompassed yours, lifting it from the top of your head to the cool table.
āYeah,ā you breathed. āItās so bad, Cas.ā
Cas nodded beside you and sighed. He knew you got headaches frequently, something you inherited from your mother. You couldnāt figure out a trigger, or find anything to prevent them. They just happened.
āPlease sit up for me, love. I need to make contact with your forehead.ā You reluctantly lifted your head and sighed.
āThe lightāā
āI know, Y/N. It will be over soon,ā he reassured you. He reached out and pressed two of his fingers to your forehead.
You felt a familiar warmth slowly grow over your skin, erasing the pain that stretched over the top of your head. The sharp, stabbing pain faded, replaced with the soothing tingle of angel grace.
A minute later, Cas cupped your cheek.
āBetter?ā you opened your eyes, met with crystalline blue, and smiled.
āMuch, thank you.ā Castiel nodded, then planted a gentle kiss on your lips.
āOf course.ā He beamed as he watched the color return to your cheeks.
Warnings: language, a little bit of angst and post, some description of physical injury, just a little fluffiness.
Word Count: 1,300
A/N: I wrote this fic for my dear friend, @emmienovakā, in hopes of inspiring her to write some of her own marvelous ideas. I love you, darling. And Cas loves you too!
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You turned your head to the bunker door as it creaked open. A khaki-clad figure emerged from the doorway and leaned over the railing, taking inventory of its audience. Your eyes locked on the unwanted presence.
Castiel.
āOh, great. Heās back,ā you muttered to Dean, who sat beside you. āDonāt bother coming down the stairs. You can just fucking leave,ā you spat before turning away and marching towards the library.
āOh, here we go. Y/N!ā Dean hollered from his seat before shooting up and following you. āY/N, please donāt start this!ā Dean caught up to you, placing a soft hand on your shoulder. But, as you spun to meet his gaze, you flipped his hand from your body and scowled.
Imagine Dean catching you wearing Casās shirtā¦
Warnings: implied smut, mention of nudity.
A/N: Thank you @moeyy-writesā for inspiring me and helping me write the mess inside my mind. Hell, you practically wrote this, but thanks for letting me claim it. Haha!
You reached up for a coffee mug on a high shelf, standing on your tip-toes in order to grab your favorite pumpkin-shaped one. A smile curled over your lips when you finally grasped it. You needed some caffeine after the nearly sleepless night you had that night.
You reached for the carafe and filled your mug almost to the top, then poured in some of Samās creamer. Ah, sweet caffeine.
Footsteps behind you nearly made you spill your coffee. You hated the echoes in that damn bunker. With a stunned gaze, you turned to meet Dean, whose eyes were as wide as yours.
āUh, good morning,ā he struggled. He peered up and down along your short frame, taking in what were, and werenāt, wearing.
āMorning Dean,ā you greeted cheerily as your heart beat slowed to a normal rhythm. Dean cleared his throat.
āUh, is that Casās shirt?ā His voice cracked. You chuckled to yourself and nodded.
āUm, yep!ā You stirred your coffee a little more, then placed the used spoon in the sink.
āWhy are you wearing his shirt?ā Deanās tone was hesitant.
āBecause I couldnāt find mine. I didnāt want to walk out here naked, and my room is in the opposite direction.ā You winked, then took a sip of your coffee.
āCouldnāt findāWhy couldnāt you find your shirt?ā Dean didnāt move. āWait, your room?ā His mind was obviously answering his own questions. Maybe he just wished he was wrong.
āDean, donāt ask questions if you canāt handle the answers.ā You winked again, then slipped through the door towards Casās room, leaving a dumbfounded Dean Winchester in your wake.
Word Count: a very sneaky hint at sexual practices (if you squint), goofy fluff.
A/N: Yes, I wrote a Jay Wasley fic. Sorry this story is so specific, but it is based on an actual conversation I had while Skyping with a friend, who loves to poke fun at my āunusualā meal choices. Iām a vegetarian (due to health issues), and thought using Jay (who is vegan) in this story would be perfect.Ā
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It was Friday night, which meant it was date night with Jay. The two of you werenāt really the kind to go out into the downtown area and hit up a popular food joint. There were too many people, and you liked to actually hear each other during a conversation.
So, the two of you took turns offering your homes for dinner and a movie, or a vicious video game battle.
Tonight, Jay offered up his place, which always excited you because there were great places to take out food within blocks of his front door. But, when he offered to make the meal this time, you were a little apprehensive. You didnāt know he could cookā¦
