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[ This piece was inspired by the specific episode I named this after. As always, I found myself deep in my feelings over Castiel and his troubling time as a human. Of course, it developed into something more. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. Itâs been a while⌠]
Synopsis | Castiel has only begun to learn the trials and tribulations of a human life. Thankfully, heâs managed some help along the way. When he ends up injured and alone, thereâs only one place he knows to go.
Tags | Angst, Self Doubt, Supernatural, Human!Reader/Angel, Nurse!Reader, First Time, Innocence, Romance, Fluff, Female!Reader, Castiel being soft, Reader comforting Castiel
Warnings | Talk of injuries, Feelings of Loneliness, Past Trauma, Blood, Torture, Castiel being sad, Self doubt, Angst, Loss of Virginity, Sexual Content
Word Count | 5.2k
Rating | R, minors do not read
Exhaustion had crept its way into your bones. Eyes burning with the desperation of sleep, reaching a point of deprivation you hadnât known existed. Perhaps youâd pushed yourself too hard. Work made for a distraction and the last few months had been⌠interesting to say the least. You craved normalcy, anything to rid yourself of the crippling paranoia. To your dismay, time at the hospital seemed to only multiply your stress. Not to mention the endless stream of phone calls. A voice message, always in a familiar voice, left on the answering machine at home. You had two guesses â Dean or Sam Winchester. That in itself seemed to be the only highlight of every long, agonizingly slow day. To know you had someone thinking of you.
You rummaged through your locker, packing up your belongings into a small duffel bag. Strands of your pulled back hair now framed your face. The zipper was the only means to break the silence. Left alone, as youâd taken up the night shift through most of the week. Your feet ached and that pain had radiated up your sore calves. A nice bath would do you good and the very thought gave you more incentive to quicken the pace.
Taking your keys into your grasp, you slung the strap over your shoulder and made your way out of the locker room. You passed the station, bidding goodnight to the other nurses. Your smile fading quickly once hidden behind the closed doors of the elevator. You leaned against the wall, your head dipping backwards. Easily, you allowed your eyes to fall closed.
Your scream echoed through the abandoned warehouse, a cry of agony which had left your throat hoarse. Another hour of this hell and youâd surely have no voice left to beg with. Alastair wouldnât have that though. He wanted to hear every last shriek, moan, and wail that left your cracked lips. You were bare, stripped naked and if that wasnât mortifying enoughâbeing strapped down and displayed to him made you wish to perish from the earth alone.
âPlease! Oh, god! Please!â You cried. He twisted the knife brutally, digging into your flesh. Youâd already passed out a handful of times, only for him to awaken you once more and begin the process again.
âYouâre a tricky one to find, Y/N.â He sang, all the while continuing his work. Your sobs went unnoticed by the demon. The utter joy on his face made you nauseous. You squeezed your eyes shut, another loud cry echoed against the walls. You jerked against your restraints and prayed to anyone, anything, to make the horrendous torture end. To your surprise, Alastair did stop, but only briefly. You laid your head back against the cold table. Your heart pounding in your ears, head swimming, and your throat desperate for water. He touched your head and began to coo at you, to which you turned your head away in disgust. He leaned further down, his hot breath touching your ear. You shuddered, flinching away with what strength you had.
âYou belong with usâŚâ He hissed his words, like the serpent he was, sent straight from hell.
Ironically enough, you harshly bit down. Jerking your head to look at him. Gathering the blood in your mouth, you spat at him. âGo to hell.â
This commenced his wicked abuse, carving you and using you for all it was worth. The room was spinning again. All you could do was plead and beg, hoping to either be saved or succumb to your injuries.
Death had never tasted so sweet.
By the time Sam and Dean discovered you, Alastair disappeared. Leaving you in a mess of your own blood. Your consciousness was wavering, as your head lolled to the side. You barely even noticed the hands that were making quick work to undo the straps, which held your body down.
âShe needs medical attention. Immediately.â Castielâs voice sounded, full of urgency and authority.
âCas?â You called out in disbelief. Was it really over? Your head turned to discover his ocean eyes peering down at you with visible concern. He gave a grave expression, perusal.
His strong, lithe hands delicately lifted you from the metal table. Dean aided him, while doing his best to remain respectful. It wouldnât have mattered, as you were too far gone into shock to care whether or not everything was on display. Cas had shed out of his trenchcoat almost immediately. You felt the coat drape around your shoulders, as he pulled it tightly around you. Thus giving you more decency. With that, he lifted you into his arms. Your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck, your hands limp in your lap.
âYouâre safe now.â He mumbled. His tone rumbling in his chest, vibrating against your burning face. This only confirmed his presence not to be that of a dream, but reality.
The elevator seemed to move deliberately slow, at the expense of your aching feet. When the doors slid open again, you pushed off the wall and exited. The fluorescent bulbs above you ceased to burden your vision, as you found yourself swallowed into the night of the city. Your chaos of the day being left behind, as you trudged your way across the pavement of the parking lot. With a few clicks on the unlock button, you located your car by the flashing head and rear lights. Your bag was the first thing to go, left behind in the backseat.
âY/NâŚâ A familiar voice addressed you. Gravely yet monotone.
If it hadnât been your support on the open door of your vehicle, you believed you might have fallen back. Your hand clutched at your chest, your keys rattling in your grasp.
âJesus Christ!â You exclaimed.
Castielâs blue eyes were piercing. He possessed such sadness and disorientation, or perhaps that was guilt. Either way, he looked like a wounded animal. A kicked dog, wandering the streets. His usual attire was in disarray. His trenchcoat was missing, his tie gone and his white shirt mangled and torn. The fabric stained with blood and his face was evident of a scuffle, with a cut to his cheek bone and one above his left brow. Once you had taken in his wrecked state, you moved around your open door and moved toward him.
âCasâŚâ You breathed, as you began to truly examine him. Checking for any serious injuries right away. âWhat happened?â You asked, concern clear in your tone and forming in the expression on your face.
You tilted your head up at the Angel. Castiel shook his head, before looking off at nothing in particular.
âIâm not sure where Iâd even begin.â He admitted with weariness. âDean...â Cas parted his lips, but the words wouldnât come. Or at least they seemed too painful to reveal.
âWhat about Dean?â You questioned, your brow knitted together. You were desperate for any sort of answer now. To know what the hell was going on.
âCan we⌠Discuss this somewhere more, appropriate?â He asked.
You were reluctant not to grill him, but you were far too tired yourself to even begin to think about arguing. A simple nod was all you managed, before motioning for him to get into the car. Cas rounded the front of the Toyota, as you proceeded to slip behind the wheel.
The drive was silent, as Cas seemed to be pondering something, clearly weighing heavy over him. This seemed unusual for him, not to mention his battered state. At least unusual in a way that this always meant something was wrong. Youâd been around the Angel long enough to know when he was troubled. You wondered if Dean and Sam had seen him first. Had they turned him away? What was going on?
Every now and then Castielâs blue oceans would slowly drift over in your direction. Heâd study your profile until it caused you to look over, only to find him facing forward once more. You sighed softly and broke the silence.
âHow badly are you injured?â You asked, deciding this would be a good place to start. Or, at least, his condition should be a priority.
You owed him.
âNothing I haven't handled before.â He mumbled, sure of himself, his voice rumbling in his chest, but his doubt lingered beneath the surface. The way he looked out the window only confirmed his words werenât so truthful. Cas appeared like a child again, watching the scenery drift by in a haze as you drove on. Your will to carry the conversation had subsided and you let the two of you commence in silence. Though it wasnât awkward, your worry continued to grow all the way to the sight of your house.
Upon pulling into the driveway, Cas was the first to move out of your car. Your eyes followed his figure and they widened when he nearly collapsed. His hands gripped the top of the door and he grunted lowly. You hurried from your seat, delayed by your seatbelt, and ran around the sedan to reach him.
âCas!â His name fell from your lips in a panicked tone. You reached for him and to your surprise, he didnât argue to handle himself. In fact, Cas seemed to welcome your touch and your comfort.
âAre you alright?â You asked, with the same amount of urgency. He nodded. âJustâŚâ He panted. âJust help me get inside.â He mumbled.
You nodded and pulled his arm around your shoulders. Cas did his best to support most of his weight, not wishing to hurt you. The last thing he wanted was to ask for your help, but he had nowhere else to go. No one he could rely on at this point. You were the only one he had left.
With little trial and error, you managed to settle Cas on the sofa. He sunk down against the soft cushions and proceeded to lay his head back, his eyes closing.
âIâll be right back.â You murmured, after having stared at him for longer than you should have.
Sure he was a mess, but he still managed to stir something inside of you with that vessel of his.
While he rested, you went back to your car and retrieved what you needed. You took time to yourself in the kitchen and prepared tea, as well as medical supplies to treat him. You chewed your lip, while letting the tea bag steep in the boiling liquid. None of it had made any sense. Castiel was an Angel after all. Maybe he had become weak and his wounds were taking longer than normal to heal?
A timer buzzed on your phone, causing you to jump and return to reality from your thoughts. You pulled the bag from the mug and dropped it into the trash. Grabbing your kit and the tea, you headed back for the living room and found him the same as heâd been.
He heard movement and lifted his head, his eyes opening to land on your face as you sat yourself beside him.
âLet me look?â You asked, gently, as you persuaded with a kind smile. Cas nodded and shifted, a wince of pain flashing over his expression. He began to unbutton his shirt, what was left of it anyway, and revealed the gash at his abdomen. It wasnât anything you hadnât seen before, but it needed to be treated and stitched.
âOh, CasâŚâ You breathed with a disappointed tone. âWhat happened to you?â Your brows knitted together, as your gaze lifted with anticipation. Ready for answers.
You opened your supplies and dug around for a moment, until finding what you needed first.
âI suppose Iâm being punished.â Castiel began, as you got to work on cleaning him up. You glanced up. âFor what?â You quizzed, continuing to watch him as he looked shameful with his head turned that way.
âWell, with all things considered, Iâm useless without my Grace.â He went on. âMy mistake for trusting the wrong people.â He muttered, as if scolding himself. âAll I wanted to do⌠Was to help you, and Sam⌠and Dean.â Finally, he looked at you.
Castiel looked as if he was to cry and you stalled in your movements, your eyes locked for what felt like eternity.
âNow⌠I canât do anything. And Dean doesnât care if I live or die.â
âDonât say that. Of course he does.â You argued.
âYou didnât see the way he looked at meâŚâ He defended his accusation.
You swallowed thickly.
âYou know how he is.â You reminded. âEverything is⌠so strange right now. What happened, anyway?" You tried to get some sort of an explanation, again.
Your eyes were back on his stomach, tending to his wound.
âWhy did you leave?â He suddenly asked then, shifting the subject to you. That made your posture change. Guilt seemed to chew itâs way through your stomach, as his blue eyes bore into you. As if he was searching for an answer he would like to hear.
âAfter what happened with AlistairâŚâ You trailed off, unsure of how to explain yourself. To defend yourself? Not that you needed to, but it almost felt like you had abandoned Cas when he needed you most.
Despite his bond with Dean, you seemed to be the only one to understand him. Youâd shared so many quiet moments and unspoken words, you now had a bond of your own.
âI needed some time.â You admitted. âIt became too much and I needed some normalcy. I thought I was going to go crazy, especially with Sam and Dean fighting like they always do, but it started to feel different.â You explained further for him, but it felt nice to release it. To tell the truth and to someone who you knew was actually listening. Not to mention the way Cas looked at you. As if every word was like a precious gift to him.
âWe needed you. I needed you.â Those three words were enough to make your heart sink.
You kept focus on the stitching and that familiar silence began to blanket the two of you. You were thankful for it, because you weren't exactly up for an intervention.
After dressing his wound, you handed over the steaming tea to him, which should have cooled to drinking temperature by now. He didnât question, as he took what you gave him. Along with something for the pain.
âNow you know my pain.â You joked, with a little chuckle.
âI can assure you, my experience as a human has humbled me.â He acknowledged with a usual, Castiel-pondering-expression.
You smiled, as you began to wipe your hands.
âBut Iâve also never felt more alone.â He added, before setting the mug back down. He looked so sad then. His puppy face returning and seizing your heart with despair.
âCastiel, youâre not alone.â You reminded him, as you reached out and touched his hand. Slowly, he lowered his gaze to your small hand in comparison to his own. He turned his over, allowing you to slip your palm against his rough one. His fingers closed around your hand and he squeezed gently.
He looked at you, with a fondness and a tender hesitation. âI feel like youâre the only one who knows me.â
Your lips parted, not sure what to say. Instead, you smiled and forced down the tears that pricked. He shifted then and you took some time to process that he was, in fact, moving closer. Inch by inch. Your heart began to pick up its pace. Your cheeks warm with expectation.
Without realizing, you had gripped his hand more tightly. Cas didnât seem to mind, or perhaps he didnât even notice. His breath fanned over your lips, waiting for some sign that you approved. That this was okay. It was innocent, but it made your heart melt nonetheless.
So naturally it unfolded. His lips practically molding to your own, your head slightly tilting to fit yours to his. A moment you dreamed of, coming to life and setting you alight from the inside out. His head tilted, refusing to break away as Cas discovered the softness of your lips, his first kiss, and the way you tasted. It was almost⌠heavenly. Yes, it was indeed divine in its own right. How could he believe youâd be anything less?
The slowness of his actions was agonizing, leaving you craving more and somehow, you needed it this way. For someone to love you with the utmost care and patience.
When Cas broke away, he was speechless. As were you. Never once had your hands released each other.
âWas⌠was that okay?â He stumbled, nervousness overtaking him.
All you could do was nod. You rose from your position, taking his hand with you and encouraging him to stand. Castiel did just that and followed you willingly. Something inside of you screamed to pull back while you had the chance. To save yourself from the possible heartbreak this would cause, but none of that mattered. Not now.
You guided him up the staircase and down the hall. Your bedroom door was open.
Turning back to face him, you dropped his hand and began to undress. You tossed your work scrubs aside, a pile beside your feet, and were left in a simple matching black set. They werenât lacy, rather bland but Cas didnât appear to care with the way his eyes grew a bit wider.
You stepped forward and pushed his torn dress shirt off his shoulders, as the fabric fell behind him. He kept his gaze on you, lips slightly agape. Your fingertips slowly traced over his collarbones and down his chest. Your hands sliding over his biceps. A shaky breath released from you, as you admired him. Human or Angel, Castiel would always make you feel this way.
âDo you want this?â You asked him, already sure of yourself, but knowing he might not wish to go this far. Not yet or maybe never.
âI do.â He answered, clearly and without any pause.
You were surprised, stilling your movements for just a second, but resumed undressing him. Your fingers worked open his belt and Cas seemed to grow impatient without your lips. His fingers lifted your chin, as he crashed his lips back over yours. This elicited a moan from you, your mouth opening and allowing his tongue to explore you. His fingers tangled into your hair.
Left in his underwear, you pulled him over to the bed, but he was quicker than you. Gently, with what strength he had left, he laid you back. The warmth of his chest pressed to yours. Effortlessly, your lips found his again. You hummed and tangled your fingers into his dark, tangled hair. Something that only he seemed to pull off.
His lips were as soft and supple as you imagined, maybe even more if that was possible.
âIâm not sure how to do thisâŚâ He mumbled, his head having fallen beside yours. His breath blew hot against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You held him close, as if heâd disappear.
His naivety made you chuckle. His purity was endearing, of course. You didnât mind that he was clueless. The night was yours to waste.
âItâs okay. Iâll show you.â You whispered, lifting his face in your soft, lithe hands. He leaned into your touch. A gentle smile tugging the corners of his lips.
âCan I take these off?â He asked you. Such a gentleman. In fact, you couldnât remember the last time a man had been so thoughtful to what you might want. You nodded and moved to help him, but he was insistent on doing so himself. He struggled for a moment, his fingers working their best to unhook your godforsaken garment.
This caused you to giggle softly. His mouth twitched in response. You lifted your hips eagerly when he reached your panties, as he slid them down your legs. He seemed to enjoy this the most, as he discarded your underwear and returned to feel up your lithe legs.
He gently guided them open and lowered his head between your thighs. You sat up, your hands pushing his shoulders. He looked confused now.
âDid I do something wrong?â
âNo.â You answered quickly, almost cutting him off.
âYou justâ You donât have to.â You muttered, your nerves getting the best of you.
âBut I want to.â Castiel responded. âIf youâll let me. I want all of you.â He nearly begged. You couldnât argue with him now, not when he looked at you that way and spoke to you with such urgency to please. It made you tingle in all the right places.
âDo you know what youâre doing?â You asked, swallowing thickly when his lips pressed softly to your inner thighs.
âNo, but I wonât stop until I get it right.â He smirked.
This amazed you, as half the men youâd met couldnât be bothered to get you off. Their needs mattered first. Castiel, an Angel and an A class virgin was determined to make you scream.
He promptly shut your brain off with a slow lick between your folds. Tasting you, more out of curiosity first. Cas never took his eyes off of you, licking certain ways to see how your face would change. Then he found your clit and that was enough to get him riled up. It was the most beautiful thing heâd seen, besides your natural face of course. And the way you sang his name like a prayer. Oh, heâd answer it every time just to hear you say it like that.
âOhh, CastielâŚâ You were breathless, panting in new octaves heâd never heard. Your whines like sweet music as his tongue circled that perfect spot. He paid special attention to it, sucking your clit a little harder than before. Your back arched at that, your thighs closing around his head but he didnât seem to mind. Your fingers found his raven hair again, pulling tightly and forcing him closer to your dripping sex.
His arm wrapped around your thigh, his thumb rubbing your clit and this time his tongue pushed inside of you.
âFuck⌠fuck.. Just like that!â You yelled. âOh, youâre doing so good.â You praised him and that bubbled something in him. He didnât know how good it felt to be commended, especially from you. For too long heâd been the bad guy. Unable to do anything right. His chest swelled with pride, as he ate you with such desire and passion, it nearly brought tears to your eyes.
âIâm gonna⌠Oh, God Castiel!â Was the only thing you managed, as a blinding orgasm crashed over you. Your legs shook, toes curling at his back, and hands pulling at the sheets.
âIâm not entirely sure what God has to do with this.â
You werenât sure if he was mocking you or being entirely serious. And with him, either could be possible. The answer to your question didnât matter. Gaining your composure, you pulled Castiel to you. Happy to taste what you left on his lips, the arousal he created and the climax he pulled from you.
âAnd where does an Angel of the Lord learn that?â You asked, brow raised and a laugh threatening.
âThe pizza man, of course.â He said with a sheepish smile.
Your head tossed back with a laugh and Castiel took the opportunity to attack your throat. His lips desperate to cover every inch of you, latching onto anything he could easily access. You sighed with pleasure, your hands pushing down his briefs and he kicked them away. Never would he have thought to engage in such sinful acts, but being human had given him depth to a new sense of needs and desires. One of them being you.
He laid on top of you again, but you rolled and he did most of the work when he realized what you wanted. He sat up, chasing your lips as you came to sit in his lap. His velvety cock brushed your thigh and you gasped softly at his hardness. It didnât prepare you for when you actually looked down to discover his length.
âAre you ready?â You asked him, holding the back of his head with steady hands.
You shared loving glances. Full of sincerity and a deep crave none of you could explain by words. Castiel kissed you for confirmation. Strong and unyielding. It was all you needed.
You lifted your hips, supporting yourself on his shoulders. Taking the base of his cock, larger than you anticipated, you slowly began to take him. Despite the slick of your first orgasm, his tip alone was stretching you. You moaned and Castiel was already making sweet noises to you. It made your cheeks burn, to know you were the reason. The one taking his innocence. That alone was incredibly hot to you.
âPlease, more.â He begged, his hands laying flat to your back. Drawing you into him.
âI know, I know. Just give me a moment.â You sighed weakly and kissed him gently, slowly taking more of him.
âAm I hurting you?â He suddenly asked, worry all over his face.
âIâm okay. Itâs okay. It will go away.â You assured him quickly.
Cas didnât seem to believe you, but when you finally seated yourself, he was too lost to care. Your walls squeezed him and created a sensation he never knew existed.
Your fingers found home in his locks again, his face nestled between your breasts. For a moment you stayed like this, his cock filling you to the hilt. The pain was still present, but you couldnât take staying like this any longer.
More. You needed more.
Slowly, your hips rocked forward and it almost felt out of your control.
âOhh, I never knewâŚâ Castiel whispered to you. His voice raspy and low. Just another reason to make you throb.
You smiled, as your hips lifted and lowered again. It was sedate but intimate. The way he held you was nothing short of romantic and the way his cock hit all the right placesâyou were in pure bliss.
You whined with each new roll of your hips and Cas did his best to help, being beneath you. His lips kissed over your chest and collar bone, as he worked back up your neck. He took special care to the sensitive areas heâd picked up on. You mewled, as he took the time to hold you. To become one with you.
âIâve wanted this for so long.â He admitted, his voice weak and following a grunt.
âI know.â You whispered, a moan falling from your lips. âMe too.â Your eyes closed and he promised himself to remember you like this forever. Wrapped in his arms and enraptured by what he could give. Only him.
His emotions overtook him, compelled by his will to continuously please you. Once more, he turned and your eyes shot open as you found yourself underneath him. This new angle allowed him to control the pace and fill you in a completely new way. Your legs moved, instinctively, to wrap around him and draw him deeper into you.
He found your hands, tangling your fingers together, and pushing them down into the mattress above your head.
Your jaw fell slack as he began a steady pace of thrusting. So deliberate and calculated, claiming you entirely. Castiel was making love to you. Being thorough in the way his cock dragged against your walls. As if he was trying to touch every last inch. So you would remember what it felt like later.
âIâd give it all up.â He groaned. âTo be with you.â
Between his fucking and those sweet words, it was enough to feel the sting of tears. Happy as you were, you felt so overwhelmed as your second orgasm began to blossom. His words could have been meaningless. Sex had a way of making people confess such beautiful lies, but you wanted to believe him. And you did.
âCas⌠Cas! Please, donât ever stop.â You cried.
âNever.â He growled.
He captured your lips and you cried with such joy, you didnât even recognize yourself. How had an Angel turned you into such⌠mush?
You didnât care, thatâs not what mattered. Castiel had been the only thing to come into your life and make it something worth living. All the darkness that had once swallowed you, Cas was the guiding light. Even if it was doomed to fail, you helplessly held onto anything that was left.
Cas wanted this to last an eternity. He could spend forever wrapped up in these sheets. Buried in you so deliciously and making you come over and over again. A new addiction he was beginning to discover. Your fingers dug into his hand, and he ignored the sharp pang of your nails. He drove deeper and deeper, his tip hitting that perfect, spongy spot inside of you. As much as he wanted to last, Castiel felt that was impossible.
âCastiel, yes! Oh, please!â You cried out and he had no choice but to give you what you needed. Feeling it come on so strong, now that youâd come around him. Your walls fluttering and pulsing so perfectly. Roughly, he jerked his hips.
âI think Iâm goingââ Cas stammered, a little unsure with this strange new feeling. âYes, baby. Come for me.â You encouraged. How could he deny you when you said it like that? A moan was lost on your ears, as you kissed him hungrily, and he filled you. And it was then he felt he just might melt. You smiled against his lips, until he nearly collapsed on top of you.
Your eyes fell shut, listening to Castielâs soft pants. Basking in the afterglow of your second orgasm, you smiled widely. He lifted his head just in time to catch you this way. Licking his lips briefly.
âSo⌠beautifulâŚâ He murmured, barely above a whisper.
More minutes had passed, which turned into an hour. Castiel now residing beside you, as you found yourself curled up at his side and your head on his chest. You listened to his slow and steady heartbeat. Such a simplicity and yet, you enjoyed the domesticity of it all. As if you could picture yourself living this life with him. Your white picket fence and no interference from any outside, or supernatural forces. Your past wouldnât exist. Free to be yourself with him.
Something about your 'eternal damnation' made you want to fall in love with him more. To defy everything that it was, in your nature, not to be with him. Rather amusing, you thought to yourself... the demon-blood drinker and the Angel. Neither of you had forgotten the hell that was your life merely a few months ago. Nor how you had been the cause for most of the suffering. If it hadn't been for your shame of making poor choices, breaking promises, and ruining trust - you would've had the courage to pick up the phone and call Dean, or answer when he did for that matter.
âI hope I havenât overstayed my welcome.â Cas spoke. His distinctive voice brought you from your trance of self loathing.
You shifted with a sigh and chuckled. âYou can stay as long as you need to.â You responded honestly. âBesides, we wouldnât have made it this far had you overstayed your welcome.â You teased him.
âAnd⌠I did okay?â He asked suddenly, his expression shifting to that of anxiety and uncertainty.
âYes. It was perfect.â You put his worries to rest, before planting a soft kiss to his chest. Your lips traveled, trailing more traces of affection until you reached his lips.
âGood.â He sighed with relief, grinning wide.
âSo⌠Now that youâre human. What are you going to do?â You asked. Wondering if he had some sort of plan to reverse his fate or if he intended to play out this ride.
âIâm not sure, butâŚâ He reached for you and pulled you closer. âAll I care about right now is you.â He confessed, rolling over. You moved with him, like pieces of a puzzle, and wrapped an arm around his neck. Your lips pressed firmly together.
Surely fate had other plans, but today was yours to have.
Summary:Â Set immediately after 9.03, Iâm No Angel (Castiel is cast out of the bunker)
Y/N refuses to follow Deanâs lead and let Castiel find his own way through his mortal life. She must make a choice; will she listen to Dean and stay loyal to the Winchesters, or will she follow her heart and pursue the man she loves? And if she follows her heart, how can she be sure that Cas wonât break it?
Summary: The carriage arrives back in Lawrence, and Y/N sees Deanâs plan in action.Â
A/N: This is part fourteen of Consort. Feedback makes the world go round, so after you enjoy, make sure to reblog with your comments!
Consort Series Masterlist
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Dean was correctâyou reached Lawrence faster than you had during The Culling. Now fully awake, you watched the world outside from your spot on the floor as the carriage slowed.
Time had passed in odd stretches for the rest of the carriage ride. The last thing you remembered was lying on your side, surrounded by the pillows, with Dean sitting nearby. Heâd placed his hand over yours on the floor and the gesture had been enough to soothe the anxiety thrumming through you. In that moment, it had almost felt like nothing had changed. Youâd secretly been back in time, before your relationship with Dean and your people had fallen apart, and it had been a few sweet seconds of ignorance and bliss before reality had come crashing back down on you again. Afterwards, you had closed your eyes and wished with every part of you that you could go back and do things differently. The wish was a foolish one, of course, but it had been enough of a wish to send you into a few more hours of sleep that werenât plagued with nightmares, worry, and anxiety. They had been dreamless and deep, or as deep as they could be as the carriage bounced over the rocky road to Lawrence.
Now, Dean was standing at his spot by the windows, watching out in silence. Joanna sat near the fountain, silent as well, and you glanced her way. She looked nervous, but when she finally felt your eyes on her and looked up from her lap, the expression on her face changed. Her lips pressed together in a thin line and her eyebrows furrowed slightly in determination before she bowed her head in respect.
Saddened, you opened your mouth to tell her she didnât need to treat you like she once had, especially since she knew you were no longer capable of what you once were, but Dean was walking over to you as the carriage came to a complete stop. He said something and you looked up at him, hoping heâd repeat himself. He didnât, but before you could ask, he was reaching down to carry you like he had when youâd left the temple.
âDean,â you warned, but he ignored you.
How am I supposed to prove Iâm really the Goddess to the villagers if he wonât let me walk on my own? Iâm supposed to be strong and capable of anything, you thought. If they see Iâm not even capable of keeping myself upright, how will they believe I can keep them safe?
As soon as Dean stepped outside, you were met with almost unbearably bright sunshine and gasps from almost every direction. A crowd had gathered around the two carriages and once your eyes adjusted to the light, you noticed that the villagers had made a wide circle around them. They watched you, Dean, and Joanna with trepidation and the overwhelming fear, anger, and curiosity coming from them made you want to throw up. You didnât need magic to see how much they despised your presence in their home.
Summary: Deanâs plan is in motion and Y/N tells him more about her past.
A/N: This is part thirteen of Consort. Feedback makes the world go round, so after you enjoy, make sure to reblog with your comments!
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There was loud rustling and voices in the corridor outside your chambers when you first opened your eyes, which was different than what youâd grown used to since sending the last of the temple servants away. Slowly, you pushed yourself up until you werenât flat on your back, but the energy to push yourself up to sit just wasnât there.
You had to squint as you looked around the room. More of the temple had crumbled away while youâd been sleeping, leaving gaping holes in the stone walls of your chambers. Bright sunlight from outside made it almost impossible for you to see anything properly, but you still noticed the door to the hallway swing open a moment later. Dean stepped inside, and his hair was immediately blown back by the wind that was blowing through your exposed room.
Has his hair always been that long?
As soon as Dean let go of the door, the wind slammed it shut behind him. The walls around you shook from the force and another stone fell from its space down to the ground below. You heard the thud even from high up in the temple.
âYouâre still here,â you murmured, pulling your blanket further up over yourself. You werenât sure if you were angry with Dean for not leaving, happy he stayed, or just exhausted.
âI told you that Iâm going to fix this, Y/N,â Dean answered. He stepped around more rubble to get to the bed, then sat on the side. âHow are you feeling? Do you think you can walk?â
You frowned. âWhy?â
âWeâre leaving. Weâre going to go find help.â
A/N: this is the final part of this series! this is set at the same time as 9x09. I hope everyone had a great holiday season and wish everyone a very happy new year!
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven Part EightÂ
As the smoke cleared and the persistent whine of the fire trucksâ sirens finally stopped, Castiel absentmindedly thanked the firefighters, looking beyond them to your trembling form crumpled on what was left of your front stoop. The trucks drove off as he made his way to you, unsure of how to begin to comfort you. His shoes came into your line of vision and you sniffled, wiping a stray tear away as you lifted your head to meet his apologetic stare. You saw the sympathy and inexplicable guilt swirling behind his brilliant blues, and gave him a small smile, prompting him to hold his arms open, eager to hold and comfort you.
Imagine having sex with Cass while you're on a case and he shows up drunk.
Takes place during 5x17. You're Sam and Dean's sister who has a small crush on Cass. When he comes in drunk and flirts with her things get put of hand.
A/N: hi!𼰠this is a very small smut scene maybe 758 words or so I originally wrote it for a whole series I was working on so it might seem a bit in the middle of things. Also I will be updating my hotch x reader tomorrow!
I worked on this at 3am while watching the episode I'm sorry it sucks đ
Warnings: smut. Drunk sex.
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âWhen you said you liked my voice did you mean that?â I blurted out while I was trying to put the book down.Â
Cass was walking towards me while speaking, âYes.âÂ
I backed closer to the wall as he got closer. Soon I hit the wall and rubbed it extremely anxiously.
âI like you better,â Cass gruffly said.Â
I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as he was almost chest to chest with me against the wall. He put his hand by my head and leaned forward. He was so close I could smell the alcohol on his breath.Â
âDo you,â I whispered softly, trying not to let my hands wonder.Â
âYes, I do,â Cass replied. I felt like he was getting closer and I was beginning to heat up.Â
I was wearing a simple gray tank top and jeans. Suddenly I felt exposed under his gaze. If he wasnât an angel Iâd think he was flirting. He was alarmingly close and staring me right in the eyes, I was getting lost in his ocean blue eyes. I was trying to build up the courage to do something or run away. I built all the courage and gave him a small peck on the lips. Cass looked at me surprised for a second before crashing his lips into mine.
I wrapped my arm around him, he responded by getting closer to me. I felt his body press against mine as he deepened the kiss. His hand wrapped around the back of my head as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I felt his other hand slide down my leg and grab my thigh. My body was full of chills and I felt excited, really excited.Â
âCass,â I whispered, breaking the kiss.
âStop talking,â He responded, picking me up and slamming me against the wall.
I wrapped both legs around him and wrapped my arms around me. I was terrified he was going to drop me, instead he started kissing down my lawline and on my neck. I shivered against the touch of his lips. I started tingling and wanted more. Something was building in my core and it was driving me insane.Â
Cass slightly bit my neck causing me to moan in response while throwing my head back. I felt Cassâs hand travel up my leg and onto my hip under my shirt. I got goosebumps from the feeling of his skin against mine. I wanted so badly to just rip his clothes off but this was also moving so fast. I donât think thereâs a human alive who has slept with an angel, I might be the firstÂ
Cassâs hand wandered down to the waistband of my jeans. He was about to literally rip my jeans off of me when I stopped him.Â
âI need these,â I whispered, unbuttoning the jeans and pulling them off. I was only in a tank top and underwear now.Â
Cass had put his pants around his ankles and had picked me up again, slamming his lips against mine and forcing me harder against the wall. Cass slowly kissed my neck and pulled his boxers down. I could barely comprehend what was happening when suddenly I felt Cass slam into me. A loud moan escaped his lips and he grunted in response. He began kissing me harder while thrusting into me slowly.Â
He felt so good inside of me, I was starting to build up and I knew I was about to orgasm when I thought I heard the door unlocking. I started to panic when Cass suddenly slammed deep into me causing a loud moan to errupt as I orgasamed. My legs started shaking and I could feel myself tightening around Cass. He started moaning louder and slamming into me harder. I clawed into Cassâs jacket as he bit my neck again. His moans grew louder and louder the quicker he thrusted.Â
I felt Cass thrust as deep as he could and moan loudly. His cock pulsed inside me and he let out more smaller moans. He released his hold on my legs and neck putting me down. My underwear was still on just pushed to the side. Cass quickly pulled his pants and his boxers on and looked me over. I donât think I looked the best after he completely railed into me.Â
He placed his hand on the center of my back and pulled my body close to his. He leaned down and kissed me softly again, not a kiss of desire like before but a soft sweet kiss.Â
âPut your pants on (Y/N), we should help Sam,â He said and I could confirm he was definitely still drunk.Â
Summary: An epiphany shows Castiel what he truly wants out of life. Do you feel the same?
Challenge: This is written for @sis-tafics â Bday Pop Punk Challenge. I chose the song âAlone Togetherâ by FOB to infuse into my piece. I was struck by sudden inspiration and decided to post it a little on the early side. This is one of my first fics where Iâve limited myself to scarce dialogue, so Iâm a bit excited about it.
Pairing: Human!Castiel x Reader
Word Count: 1566
Castiel, the infamous Angel of the Lord, felt stuck in a blue-eyed shell of regret. Never quite accustom to his human form, even several years reflecting the loss of his grace. Inadequate, foreign in a body he never belonged, borrowed until itâs host died, which might as well have been by his hand.
Along with the years of hunting which begun to wear on him in ways he hadnât imagined. The aches, the pains, the mere misses that nearly took his life. Castiel lacked the years of experience required, the way you and the Winchesters had learned in youth.
Alone with you, working on a Djinn case, the monster had captured Castiel. He dreamed nothing similar to the life he had now. His day consisted of lounging inside a cookie-cutter house, entailed with a white-picket fence and a best of all, you. Mentions of hunting, monsters and plaid amiss. Just you and him, in love, living in a happy, safe environment.
A hell hound is needed to fulfill a spell. A hellhound is captured by TFW. But it turns to be more than they bargained for. Y/N becomes more than they bargained for.
Catch Up Here: Masterpost
Going on the road was nothing like you would expect it to be. It was exhilarating to be in the back seat of the Impala, the wind whipping through your hair while Sam and Dean bantered about everything they could think of. Classic rock played in the background, occasionally getting turned up so Dean could sing along, terribly off-key.
You stayed fairly quiet, wanting to observe instead of interact. It seemed like they were okay with that as well, even though Dean sent glances your way through the rearview mirror.
Stepping foot into the convenience store was quite the experience. Drinks of every kind filled large coolers. Snacks and treats were on each aisle, along with little things that would make your trip much easier. A young girl with green hair and her lip pierced managed the front counter, not even glancing up at you as you went up and down the aisles.
âGet whatever you like,â Sam said, towering over the aisles. He had dried fruit and a smoothie in his hand. Healthy. Good choices. Something that intrigued you. Just then Dean came storming into the small store, immediately heading for the coolers. Sam smiled at you before moving on, and you went to follow Dean.
âSo many choices,â you mumbled, watching as Dean pulled out a couple of energy drinks. Then you saw the coke bottle. That was something you remembered from your life, and you happily reached in for it. Dean smiled before heading on to the snack section. Dean seemed to know exactly what he liked, filling his arms full of jerky and snack mix, and a couple of candy bars. He even threw in a hand pie.
Having been best friends with Jensen since kindergarten, Jensen has always been there for Y/N when sheâs needed it the most. Best friends turned roommates, but will he still be there for her when things turn south? Or will his friendship turn into something more?
Catch Up Here: Masterpost
The door lock clicked, echoing through the silent house as you sank down on the edge of the bathtub. There was no need to lock the door. Jensen was out for the day, spending some much needed time at the brewery.
To be honest, he seemed to be spending more time at home in Austin than you had ever remembered. Of course, he was still filming in Vancouver, but he came home every weekend, often arriving late Friday night. It had quickly started a routine of late night pizza and beer, falling asleep on the couch until he nudged you awake.
But last night the pizza had turned your stomach, and you had gone to bed long before he arrived that night. He was up and out before you had even woken up, and for once you were grateful.Â
It had been a couple of weeks since that night. The night you had gone home with that nameless man. It had been a mistake from the start, and you hadnât stepped foot in that bar ever since. But the past couple of days you had been feeling off, and now you were sitting here in the bathroom, staring at a little white stick. Knowing that itâs answer could completely change your life.Â
Series summary; The boys struck a deal with Lucifer, a deal that allows him to stay in the bunker. How will not only they, but you cope with an archangel, the devil nonetheless, roaming around the space? Especially as you seem to notice something no-one else does, his wings. You could see the devilâs wings.
Pairing: Lucifer x reader
Rating: Mature
CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Chapter 8/?
Word; 6.900
Warnings; Swearing
Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing
A/N: WHERE IS THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER, BECAUSE WEâRE GONNA NEED IT FOR THIS CHAPTER, âCAUSEÂ SHIT AINâT ONLY CRASHING DOWN ITâS BUUUURNING. In other words, the long awaited chapter is here, our dear reader and Lucifer finally gets to know theyâre soulmates.
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You felt how your face scrunched up in confusion. Cas wanted to talk to you privately? Your immediate thought was why. Then you realised that the angel said he wouldnât return, or call was the word he used earlier, until he found the demons. From the terse state of him, you guessed, even though it didnât look like heâd had a physical fight, he mustâve found the culprit he talked of.
But that couldnât solely be it. Because if your angel friend had found the answer to the question you sought the explanation for, the panicked look he now had in his eyes shouldnât exist.
Based on an imagine found here by @alloftheimaginesblog
Words: 1,644
Warnings: Neutral Reader, drunken confession
There was a loud crash from the entrance way of the bunker and Castiel quickly hurried to see what was going on. Â Sam and Dean werenât due back for another day or so and as far as he knew, you were off on your hunt. Â His angel blade was at the ready, but he found himself soon letting out a sigh.
You were sprawled at the bottom of the stairs, groaning a little, rubbing your head. Â You were bruised, but not seriously hurt, and when you caught sight of him, you quickly broke into a grin.
âHey Cas!â Â You struggled a little to your feet, staggering a bit, before seeming to gather yourself and brush yourself down. Â âSorry. Â I didnât know anyone else was here.â
Warnings; pregnancy, talk of death, mention of abortion
Tears bloated in your eyes, your head coming down to rest upon your arm. The news that you had just received was a death sentence, for not you alone, but the damned creation inside of you. It wasnât fair, and as you threw the test in the trash can, you wiped your eyes and put on a brave face for returning into the war room.
Dean nursed a bottle of beer in his hand, whereas Sam held a book. Castiel and you sat at the other side of the table, the angel looking at your hands in confusion.
âSo it is called rock paper scissors?â He asked, you nodding in response.
âThis is rock.â You held your hand in a harmless fist, and then switched to positioning it unclasped and flat. âPaper.â And then you positioned all your fingers excluding your index and middle against your palm. âScissors.â
âAnd what do you do with each of these hand signals?â
Dean huffed out a laugh, listening to your explanations and so on. Anything was better than listening to Samâs little comments about the novel.
âItâs a game.â You told him, smiling at Castielâs cluelessness. It was adorable, it happened with the simplest and most explicit things.
âThen why do you and Sam do it during hunts?â He had seen it, often before getting into Deanâs impala.
âWinner gets shotgun.â You smirked as Sam looked briefly up to send you a short and playful glare. âYou just randomly choose one of them, and then one of you loses and the other doesnât. â
That was a personal jab at Sam and he was well aware.
"How does one win?â Castiel had learnt that humans were very competitive creatures.
âOkay, so rock beats scissors, paper beats rock and scissors beat paper. Got it?â He briefly nodded, and Dean decided to get involved.
âPerhaps you should play for somethingâŚâ
âThat could be fun.â Castiel agreed. You nodded, thinking of what you could want.
âIf I win I want you to take me to the top of the statue of liberty.â He could do that, and although it was a crazy thing to ask for, you were willing to lose all the same. âWhat about you?â
âIâm not sure.â He thought, but had a hard time thinking of a prize.
âIf Cas wins, he gets to have his first kiss with you.â Sam fist bumped his brother at the idea.
You breathed in and were surprised when Castiel agreed to their terms.
âAlright. No pressure.â You muttered.
âRock, paper scissors shoot.â You held out your hand as a rock. Cas hadnât done anything.
âI donât understand.â He spoke, having not heard the saying before.
âCas, its like a countdown. Except you say the words of the game, and then you both put your hands up at the same time.â Sam explained to him, making you thankful that you didnât need to go into further detail.
âOkay. Iâm ready.â And thus the game began again.
â⌠Scissors.â His hand was that of a scissors and you were paper.
âBitch.â You spoke. It didnât look like you would be going to the top of a grand tourist destination.
Dean smirked, raising his beer at you. âGive me that.â You grabbed it, downing the remainder of the contents. You were going to need it.
âYou should be kissing Cas, not my beverage.â He joked, watching as you put the glass down.
âHow do you-â Before you could finish Cas put his lips upon yours. They felt chapped but somewhat comfortable. If this wasnât just a game, you could get used to the feeling of them.
Finally he pulled away, noticing there was red upon your cheeks. âShe liked it.â Dean told him.
âShut up.â You stood headed for your room.
In all honesty Castiel liked it too, maybe it was the kissing or the fact that he had kissed you. He wasnât sure which one.
âIâd like to play Rock, paper scissors again.â He declared. It was fun, he liked being a winner.
Falling from Heaven was one thing. Falling for a human was another. It went against the natural order, making him feel further estranged from his own kind.
He wasnât even sure what the emotion he held towards you was. It just felt like there were butterflies in his stomach, which sounded odd to him yes, but he finally understood the figure of speech.
Castiel didnât understand however why he smiled when you walked into the room, even if they were under the attack of demons in that moment. Or why there was a rumble in his chest when Dean got too close to you, hovering his head over his shoulder and placing his experienced hand on your thigh.
The angel glared at the hunter as he did so. Again. Why couldnât the man just speak to you without physical contact?
âSounds like a witch.â The pair of you stared at the computer screen, looking over a new case. Castiel watched from where he was sat on one of the two beds.
Sam was going to catch up with you lot later, and then book his own room in the motel. If he were here, maybe Dean wouldnt be so close to you.
âIâm down for killing one of them.â You shut the lid of your laptop, scooting away from Dean and towards the bathroom, grabbing a towel on your way. âWe can go in the morning.â
And the you shut the door, dividing the two rooms once more in order to recieve privacy. Leaving only Dean and Castiel in the room, parting from their masculinity and heading towards the warm spray of the shower head.
Dean came closer to the angel, sitting in the desk chair and pulling it towards Godâs beloved, yet rejected son.
He could see the harshness in the blue of Castielâs eyes. Usually they were clear and held softness that were mingles with innocence. âWhatâs up Cas?â
Castiel glanced at the bathroom door once more, his eyebrows furrowed. Surely the Winchester would catch onto what he meant. âSo itâs something with (Y/N)?â
âYes Dean. It is.â His teeth gritted unintentionally, his vesselâs body was acting on its own accord.Â
âI mean, sheâs hot. Might be a little too feisty for you though.â The adjective âhotâ was something he had become accustomed to.
Castiel often heard the eldest brother in particular use it about women he met in bars or on hunts. That was the thing though, you werenât like any other woman.
You were you. A huntress that was unaffected at the sight of blood, and the desire of an angel. And the feistiness, it was interesting and comforting all at once. When Cas first met you it frightened him.
âSheâs beautiful.â Castiel corrected him. That was a better term to be used when regarding to you.
âThen tell her.â Dean encouraged him. If the angel had any chance of getting laid, it would be with you. No one else seemed so understanding at his common confusion, perhaps that was because they werenât aware that he was from heaven.
You came out of the bathroom, in what were your pyjamas. The attire consisted of a tank top and some shorts. Dean patted Cas on the shoulder, and so he stood, walking towards you.
âYou alright?â You asked Castiel. He was acting strange, well stranger than usual.
âGod did this world a blessing by making no one else look like you.â Dean literally facepalmed from where he was listening. Offense crossed your face, and so you grabbed your jacket, heading for the door.
âIâm gonna check in and call Sam.â And so you exited the room, taking your phone with you.
âDude!â Cas grew befuddled at Deanâs exclamation.
âYes?â The angel asked innocently, still confused at your absurd reaction. âDid I say something wrong?â
âDid you say something wrong?â The hunter imitated. âYes, you did. Why did you say that?â
âIt was a compliment. Women like to feel unique.â He really needed to learn from the master, and so Dean stood, putting his hands on Casâ shoulders.
âShe didnât take it that way, as that wasnât how it came across. It was seen as an insult, as though you called her ugly.â
âBut sheâs not.â Cas spoke, his voice monotone yet truthful.
âThen tell her.â Dean sighed once more.
You entered, phone in hand. âSamâs about an hour away.â You informed the boys, shrugging off your jacket once more.
âYouâre not ugly.â Castiel informed you, disappointing Dean once more.
âThanks?â You werenât sure whether you should be thankful, this was coming out of the blue.
âFor Chuckâs sake.â Groaned Dean. He had to help his friends. âHe means he finds you attractive. That is what heâs been trying to say.âÂ
âOh.â Came out upon being told that information. The angle himself was definitely attractive, even if it was Jimmyâs skin. But he had a comforting soul, it gave you hope in the fact that there was still innocence lurking in the world. âOkay.â
âOkay.â Castiel repeated, as if it was a mutual agreement to end it there.
âAnd he likes you. Not just the way you look.â He pulled out his own phone, checking the time constantly as if that would make Sam arrive faster.
âGet out.â You spoke. Dean didnât move, so you said it again. âWeâd like some privacy.âÂ
Dean shot Cas a wink as he walked out, heading to his beloved car. This was Casâ chance, and heâd be damned if he was the one that messed it up for him.
After he left, you locked the door, ensuring that you wouldnât be interrupted.
âWas that true?â Cas only nodded in reply. âGood, because I like you too.â
Your hands brushed the collar of his trench coat, as you looked up into the blue in his vesselâs eyes. You leant up and he leant down, your lips connecting in a long peck. It felt like nothing you had experienced before. It wasnât driven with lust, it was pure.
âCan we do that again?â He asked quietly, and you were more than happy to comply.
âŚ.
A knock on the window made Dean jump. It was Sam. âWhatâre you doing in the car?â
That was a very good question from his little brother, and Dean smirked. âCas is getting some.â
Sam was happy to hear the news, but less happy to learn that he would be sharing a room with his snoring brother.
Series summary; The boys struck a deal with Lucifer, a deal that allows him to stay in the bunker. How will not only they, but you cope with an archangel, the devil nonetheless, roaming around the space? Especially as you seem to notice something no-one else does, his wings. You could see the devilâs wings.
Pairing: Lucifer x reader Â
Rating: Mature
CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Chapter 5/?
Word; 7.100
Warnings; Swearing, talk about injury
Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing
A/N: Hm, is it even any idea to say sorry for the long chapters anymore? Tbh I think Iâve lost all of those who think its a problem anyway. So for those faithful ones that still are here to witness these two emotionally constipated individuals interact, hereâs chapter 5 of the series. PSA; if you wanna be tagged in the series send me an ask!
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âMother fucker!â You hissed as you pressed a disinfection wipe against your shoulder. The sting sharp enough it made you bite your lip to not continue your loud cursing.
Sam had stitched up the wound as soon as heâd gotten you to the infirmary yesterday. The younger Winchester told you- when youâd been clear enough in the head and been given enough painkillers to numb the pain in your shoulder for it to feel like a gentle pounding- he wouldâve chosen your room if heâd been sure you, for one, had everything he needed to mend your shoulder and two wouldâve made it.
Series summary; The boys struck a deal with Lucifer, a deal that allows him to stay in the bunker. How will not only they, but you cope with an archangel, the devil nonetheless, roaming around the space? Especially as you seem to notice something no-one else does, his wings. You could see the devilâs wings.
Pairing: Lucifer x reader Â
Rating: Mature
CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Chapter 4/?
Word; 10.000
Warnings; Swearing, canon type violence, description of injury, blood
Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing
A/N: Iâm sorry everyone, this chapter shouldâve been published yesterday, but I was so tired in the evening I fell asleep before being able to do it. However, chapter 4 is here now at leats and itâs ONE HELL of a update. PSA; if you wanna be tagged in the series send me and ask!
Despite having left the bunker not more than ten minutes after the younger Winchester had informed you of the case, the three of you arrived late that night to the supposed city the werewolf roamed in. A debate on wheatear it had been Deanâs faulty driving skills, or Samâs lack of coordinating assistance, had settled the background noise for you the last stretch of the journey.
Whatever the two brothers settled on, in the end, didnât really matter, regarding you guys still arrived much later than initially planned.
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