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@oneweekwriterschallenge
Tuesday, April 12th
“I would assume those would be one of the times you would want me to lie?”
Sniffles and Snuggles @supernaturally-potter
Together @lotsofimagines
Family @thinkwritexpress
Caught @phantomangelgoddess
Nobody’s Angel-Part 7 @winchesterprincessbride
False Words @mamaimpala
Lies in the Daylight @bloodysideofhell
Lies In The Daylight (Short Story)
A/N: Guys, I’m so sad that this is the last day for @sis-tafics and @deanwinchester-afs Cas One Week Writers Challenge! I do have to admit, I had a lot of fun writing these stories. Thanks again and enjoy!
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Word Count: 361
Warning: Language, slight smut, NSFW GIFS (??), embarrassment, brief mention of reader’s parents death
Tagging My Babes: @katnharper @darknightfrombeyond @evilrocknroll @likewhyamihere @ackleholic96 @cassgracie @kittenofdoomage @wayward-imagines @netflixandcastiellll @charliesbackbitches
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You woke up, your body aching and sore. Cas was not one to go easy when you got him angry, but god did you not want him to. You intentionally started a tiny fight, intending for him to get dominant and take you to bed, in which you succeeded.
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False Words
Starring: Dean Winchester, Castiel
Summary: Castiel gains some insight on truth, lies, and the grey area in between as he helps Dean investigate a case.
Word Count: 1043
Prompt: I’m writing this for the final day of the Cas One Week Writer’s Challenge, hosted by the lovely @deanwinchester-af and my dear @sis-tafics. The prompt was: “I would assume this would be one of those times you would like me to lie?”
Warnings: Adorable angel confusion? None really.
Also tagging: the gorgeous @nebulanoxx who needs to feel 100% all better, @phantomangelgoddess,@angelwingsandspookythings, @winchesterenthusiast, @katnharper
If you would like to be removed or added to future tag lists, just let me know!
Author’s Note: This is way more low-key than anything I’ve written so far, but I felt like this was a point that needed to be made and that Cas, in his confusion, can often really see to the heart of things.
Dean lost Rock-Paper-Scissors to Sam again. Castiel doesn’t understand why the brothers choose to resolve their disputes in this manner on a regular basis, especially since it seems Dean loses an unfair amount of the time. Wouldn’t it be more logical to alternate duties? Surely, Dean isn’t purposefully losing so… perhaps he’s being excessively prideful? Regardless, Dean is going to the morgue to investigate the shredded body while Sam interviews the grieving young widow.
The brothers decided that Castiel might need to work more extensively on his “people skills,” after the last incident, before interviewing again, so he accompanies Dean down the sterile halls of the hospital basement. At the end of the tiled hallway, they come to a door with a tidy bronzed sign: “Coroner’s Office” and underneath, in smaller letters, “Dr. Susan Cordova”. Dean cards his fingers through his own hair and leans over to straighten Castiel’s blue tie.
Scanning him up and down one last time, he asks, “You ready, Cas? Remember what we practiced?”
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Nobody’s Angel-Part 5
Castiel One Week Writers Challenge- Day 5- April 10th “You need to learn how to knock.”
After some hard lesson’s about being human, Sam and Dean finally get Laele back to the bunker. While waiting for Cas to arrive, she continues to try to figure out this whole human thing.
Laele’s POV
It was late the next day when the three of you arrived at your destination. “So this is your bucket?” You asked.
“Bunker.” Corrected Sam.
“Oh, right.”
“Come in and we’ll get you settled.” Dean said.
The outside was deceiving. The place was enormous. It had many floors, and there were hallways everywhere.
“You can use this room.” Dean said, leading you to a sparsely furnished room with a bed, dresser, chair and not much else. “Sam and me are just down the hall on the right. Cas’ room is down on the left.”
“Castiel has a bedroom? He doesn’t sleep.”
“We didn’t want him to feel left out.” Sam said, grinning.
“I don’t know about you two, but I am starving. Let’s make some dinner. C’mon Laele. I’m gonna teach you how to make my famous cheeseburgers.” Dean started heading towards the kitchen.
“Don’t listen to him. Not all humans eat like him. If you want to live a long healthy life that is.” Sam said.
You found that you enjoyed the taste of the cheeseburgers Dean made, as well as Sam’s salad.
After dinner Dean grabbed some beers from the fridge and he and Sam introduced you to a show called “Game of Thrones”.
“This Daenarys is a great warrior. She would make a good angel.” You decided.
“Based on what I saw with that guy, I wouldn’t get on your bad side.” Dean joked.
After several hours of TV, you decided to call it a night. You said goodnight to the guys and went to your room. You laid on your bed, unable to sleep. You kept replaying yesterdays events in your head, and finally you made your decision.
Opening your door, you poked your head out and seeing no one tiptoed down the hall. You heard the sound of light snoring.
The sound of your own heart thudding in your ears was an unfamiliar one to you. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves, opened the door and walked in.
Sam was sitting on his bed reading, a tight T-shirt accentuating his broad chest. He looked up when he heard the door.
“You need to learn to knock, Laele. You need to respect other peoples privacy.“
“I’m sorry. I need to talk to you. It’s important!” You said earnestly. Sam hopped off his bed and walked over to you.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about what happened yesterday. I’ve decided I need to learn about sex. And I want you to teach me.”
Sam’s surprise was evident. “What?! Why me?”
“I can tell your a warrior like me, but I also sense that you are kind and caring and want to help people.” You placed your hand on Sam’s chest. “Not to mention the fact that I find you extremely attractive.”
Sam swallowed hard. “Are you sure about this? What if Cas finds out?”
“I will deal with my brother.” You assured him. “Maybe I should just ask Dean"……
Sam grabbed you with a snarl and shoved you against the wall. His lips slid hard against yours, and fire ignited in your veins.
“No, if anyone is going to teach you about sex, it’s gonna be me.” He growled..
Nobody’s Angel (Part 6)
Castiel One Week Fan Fiction Day 6- April 11th- “What Can I Say? Your Special.”
Characters: Castiel, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Laele (OC)
A/N: I have to apologize in advance. I just wasn’t feeling the smut. I wrote it three different times and hated it each time. I am going to leave it to your imagination and start this part from after Sam and Laele have sex. Sorry.
When Laele woke up, she was disoriented for a moment. She looked over to see Sam looking at her with sleepy eyes. He leaned over and kissed her gently.
“Good Morning.” She whispered.
“Morning. Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough last night was I?” Sam asked worriedly.
“Not at all. Last night was amazing. You are an excellent teacher. But I’m hungry. Can we get food please?”
“Sure.”
The two of you attempted to locate your discarded clothes. “I can’t find my shirt.” You said, looking under the bed and around furniture.
“Here just take mine. I’ll just grab another. It’s really early. I doubt Dean is up yet. We’ll grab some food and coffee and sneak back here.”
“That sounds wonderful.”
When the two of you entered the kitchen, Dean and Castiel were at the table drinking coffee and talking. Dean took one look at you in Sam’s too big shirt and saw your guilty faces and figured out the situation instantly.
“Dude! Did you have sex with her?” He said to Sam. He looked really annoyed.
Sam’s face was absolute confirmation. Castiel pushed away from the table and stood up,fists clenched, eyes blazing electric blue.
“Laele? What is Dean talking about? Is there something you wish to tell me?”
Cas’ eyes began to glow angelic blue. “Sam, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you where you stand!”
“Castiel, stop! This has NOTHING to do with you! You wanted me to learn to become human, and that’s what I’m doing! Your debt to me is paid. This is between Sam and me.” You said angrily.
The angel sighed deeply. “What can I say? Your special. You’ve always been special to me. I know firsthand how confusing the human world can be. I want you to be safe.”
Sam stepped up and put his arm around you. “We will protect her, Cas. She can stay here as long as she wants.
“Since we are all sharing, what’s the deal with this blood debt thing, Cas? Laele said its your story to tell.”
Cas looked over at you, surprised. “You told them about that?”
“I mentioned it.”
“Laele saved my life once, and wound up getting thrown into prison by Gabriel for it. I owed her my life, which is a blood debt, the highest oath an angel can take. If she asked for something as repayment of her debt, I have to do it. That is why I agreed to take her grace. Where is it, by the way?”
“It’s in a box in the library. It’s hidden but Laele knows where it is.” Sam said.
Sam handed you a cup of coffee and you sat down at the table.
“What happened to your neck?” Cas asked you.
“Those are hickeys, Cas.” Dean said with a snicker. . “Ask Sam how they got there.”
“I am sure that being as handsome as you are Dean you have had lots of sex. So I believe the correct expression is shut the fuck up???”
Sam choked on the mouthful of coffee he was drinking as he started to laugh.
“Well Laele, I don’t think you need any help in the insult department, you’ve got that down pretty well.” Dean said with a frown.
“You asked for it, man.” Sam said, grinning.
“Your just mad I didn’t pick you.” Laele said to Dean.
“Shut up.” Dean grabbed his coffee and marched to his room.
Nobody’s Angel (Part 7)
Castiel One Week Writers Challenge-April 12- “I would assume those would be one of the times you would want me to lie?”
Characters: Castiel, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Laele (OC)
You had spent the past month holed up in the bunker, perfecting your skills at being human. To your surprise, your relationship with Sam had continued and flourished. Your brother Castiel seemed to tolerate the idea of you two being together. You did your best not to throw it in his face, and things were good.
Cas visited you at the bunker whenever he could. Since your trail had grown cold, the angels had stopped chasing him and he was able to come see you more frequently.
You were helping Sam with research in the library when Cas popped in.
“Cassie! I’m glad your here. I was thinking about you. I have been wanting to talk to the three of you together for awhile. I’ve come to a realization. Come sit down.”
Dean walked into the room and you asked him to sit down also. “What’s up sweetheart?”
“I’ve decided that I want to stay here with you and Sam and be a hunter.”
“Absolutely not!” Sam and Cas said in unison.
“What? Why not?” You said angrily.
“It’s too dangerous!” You could get hurt,” Cas said.
“Cas is right. I can’t fight effectively if I have to worry about protecting you.” Sam said, concern in his eyes.
“Protect me? I am a 2000-year old former angel. I don’t need you or Cas to protect me. I am more than capable of protecting myself.” You said angrily.
“Personally, I think it’s a great idea.” Dean said nonchalantly. “She’s trained as a warrior, and she knows angel stuff. And Sam your so much more pleasant when your getting laid on a regular basis.” He grinned at Sam’s bitchface. “ Just sayin’.”
“Could we please not talk about how your brother is sleeping with my sister?” Cas growled angrily.
“Being a hunter isn’t just about the fighting, Laele.” Sam pointed out. “There’s other skills that are required.”
“Such as?”
“Well for one thing, you need to be good at acting. Dean and I have been FBI agents, policemen, doctors, you name it. We’ve had a million fake names. And we keep it all straight.”
Cas shakes his head in agreement. “That’s true. I have become quite adept at lying since meeting Sam and Dean.”
Dean starts laughing to himself. “The first time I had Cas with me pretending to be an FBI agent he was HORRIBLE! First he shows the cop in charge his FBI badge upside down, then he starts babbling about angels and the staff of Moses. It was a mess!”
“I would assume now those would be one of the times you would want me to lie.” Cas says somewhat defensively.
“You have gotten much better.” Dean admitted.
“I am quite capable of lying. I’ve been practicing.” You said proudly.
You turn to Sam and lay a hand on his arm. looking him straight in the eye. “Sam, I’ve been thinking. If I do this, we probably shouldn’t sleep together anymore. I don’t want things to get confusing.”
No one says anything for a moment. Cas and Dean look very uncomfortable.
Sam says, “Wait! What???” He looks upset.
You pause for a moment, then you jump out of your chair and throw yourself in Sam’s lap. He catches you reflexively. Grabbing hold of his shaggy brown hair, you pull his head back and kiss him passionately.
Sam pulls back, utterly confused.
“I was lying. All three of you believed me. I just made that up while we were sitting here.”
Dean looks at you in awe. “She’s a natural.”
Sam realizes at that moment he’s lost the argument. He sighs, still cradling you in his lap. “Fine. But don’t ever do that again. You almost gave me a heart attack.”
“I enjoy sex with you too much to give it up.” You kiss him again.
“I’m sure your brother LOVES hearing you say that.” Dean said with a grin.
“You were much easier to handle when you had your Grace, Laele. Now every time I come here, you are attached to Sam in some way. I find it makes me angry and I want to punch him.” Cas said with clenched teeth,
“If you don’t like it brother, Heaven is that way.” You say, pointing up.
tagging @sis-tafics, @deanwinchester-af
Caught
Hey guys so this is the last prompt for the one week writing challenge for Castiel. The prompt is ““I would assume those would be one of the times you would want me to lie.” Also, this story is like a sequel to Miscommunication , so some thing won’t make sense if you haven’t read it first. Anyways Im really glad I got the opportunity to do this challenge! I hope yall enjoy!
Summary: Don’t wanna spoil anything
Word count: 820
Warnings: implied smut
You pant hard, gasping for breath as you tear through the museum, you’re almost at the exit when you collide into a strong, warm chest. You feel your head snap back as you start to fall backwards toward the cold, hard marble floor.
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Angels watching over you
Title: Angels watching over you
Day 6 of the cas-one-week-writers-challenge
Prompt: What can I say? You’re special.
Characters: Castiel, Naomi, Dean Winchester, mentions of Sam and John
Warnings: General Audience
Tags: hurt, hurt/comfort, takes place before Cas arrives in the barn
Wordcount: 540
I know it’s confusing, but I’m posting now for the 11th @deanwinchester-af and @sis-tafics.
Cas was tired of fighting. He was a good soldier, proud to serve the Lord, do His bidding for honor and glory. But lately, all he could see was the blood of his brothers and sisters, of innocent humans staining his hands and weaken his grace.
He was not supposed to think this way, to have doubts and regrets. He wished he had someone to talk about this, but ever since Anna fell, he didn’t dare to confide in anyone. He would have never considered disobedience and treason, but he also couldn’t go into battle anymore and ignore the voice inside of him that yelled “wrong” louder and louder each day.
So he volunteered to watch over a child, not any child, a little boy that was supposed to grow up to become the righteous man. Naomi took him aside and made it very clear to him, that he was in no way allowed to interfere. The boy’s fate was written in stone and he would face severe punishment if he dared to go against His will.
He was there when Dean Winchester was born, the brightest soul Castiel had ever seen. He watched him grow up, loved and cared for, shining even brighter when his brother Sam was born.
It was hard for Cas to stand back as the demon entered the baby’s nursery and Dean’s life went up in flames. All he could do was spread his wings protectively over the grieving boys and watch over their sleep.
He kept his distance as Dean was forged into a warrior by an overwhelmed, helpless father and it made his heart ache to see the once carefree, happy boy lose his own self in sense of duty and eagerness to please.
Cas was surprised by how easily he could relate to the green eyed man. He had watched humanity for centuries without starting to feel. But Dean’s commitment to his family, a family that didn’t always treat him well, and his focus on the mission ahead, Cas knew what that meant.
He saw many people entering and leaving Dean’s life. One time he tried to tell a girl about his life and when she asked why he choose her to dump his life story on her, he heard him answer “What can I say? You’re special.” Cas felt his pain, his loneliness and need to connect, to belong and for the first time since the night of the fire, he wrapped his wings around his human.
More than once, Naomi had called him in to remind him of his loyalties, but instead of submitting to heaven’s will, the seed of rebellion had taken root inside of him.
When Dean was dragged away by the hellhounds, Castiel didn’t wait for orders. Dean was his charge, his salvation more important than anything he’s ever done. He battled hundreds of demons and the fires of hell scorched his wings. But Dean’s soul was glowing like a beacon in the dark and when he gripped him tight and raised him from perdition, his triumphant cry “Dean Winchester is saved!” rang through time and space.
Until the last bit of his grace would fade, until the shape of his wings would be burned into the ground, Castiel would never stop saving Dean.
Family
Prompt: Day 7 (the last day!) of the @oneweekwriterschallenge put on by @deanwinchester-af and @sis-tafics . The prompt is: “I would assume this would be one of the times you would want me to lie?”
Extra Tags: @archangel-with-a-shotgun @men-of-lettuce @animefanatic1728
Warnings: Implied/mentioned smut
Notes: This was fluffy and made me happy!
You and Castiel aren’t just friends with benefits, your bond is deeper than that, but no real label had been given to your relationship. Not to mention neither of the Winchester brothers know. Sam and Dean are like your brothers, and highly overprotective. No matter how much they like Cas, you worry about how they’ll react when they find out your relationship is less than innocently friends.
Sam and Dean leave one morning for a hunt, and you spend the entire day and night with Cas, doing an array of things, from cuddling and watching movies to stripping each other bare and making love without inhibitions, loud and passionate and slow. You fall asleep by his side, happy and tired, a smile on your face as he pulls you into his arms.
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Together
Pairing: Castiel x Reader Reader Gender: Female Warnings: sassy cas (Yes that’s a warning) A/N: It sucks & I wrote it at 2 am Tag: @deanwinchester-af & @sis-tafics
Cas and Y/N sat curled in one of the arm chairs in the library when Dean walked in. He looked at the angel and the hunter, smirking when he saw them curled around each other. He could tell Y/N was sleeping, though he knew Cas didn’t sleep he couldn’t tell if the angel knew he was standing there. But before the angel could sense his presence he backed out of the library, the knowledge of their relationship burning in the back of his mind.
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Changing Wings
Cas One Week Writers Challenge: @deanwinchester-af @sis-tafics
Prompt: Not a Typical Sunday
Word Count 3123
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Tags: Soulmate AU - Kinda, I twisted it. You’ll see. Reader injury.
First of all, can I say wow. Thank you all so much for your support! It’s making my day to jump online and see all the likes and reblogs so thank you all so much!! Secondly thanks @deanwinchester-af and @sis-tafics ’ for running another prompt week. I’ve had an absolute blast, and can’t wait for the next one to roll around. Are we going with Sam or Crowley next time? ;P
Also, this one ran kinda long, and I forced myself to stop. If you want more/ a continuation lemme know? Thanks!
You groaned, raising your hand to your face. Letting it drop when you felt the warm trickle of blood hit your fingertips. You knew you were rusty, but not quite this bad. Sam’s face swimming in front of yours as he knelt beside you. Dean’s shoulder in your spine. Propping you up. You were aware Sam was trying to talk to you, but you couldn’t hear him. Unable to read his lips as he spoke. Your head swam, and your vision faded to black.
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Sniffles And Snuggles
One week writers challenge (Castiel Version)
A/N: I know it’s a short one but I think it finishes off the week perfectly !!
Pairings: Castiel x Reader
Tagging: @deanwinchester-af @sis-tafics @brooklyn-writes-flangst @supernaturalymarvel @spnfanficpond
Warnings: Swearing, sickness? I don’t know
Word Count: 847
April 12th Prompt: “I would assume this would be one of the times you would want me to lie?”
I felt it as soon as I blinked open my eyes, the heaviness weighing down against my skull, the bubble of congestion that hung over my head making it hard to breathe. This was just fantastic. Hunter’s didn’t get sick…or at least they couldn’t afford to get sick, especially when the world around them was over run with nightmares. With a pitiful groan I slipped out from under the covers, shivering as the cold air hit my skin, my arms wrapping securely around myself. I knew that it wasn’t that cold, Sam had fixed the bunkers heating system a month ago and it was always a comfortable temperature; but no matter how much I rubbed my hands over my arms I couldn’t warm myself up, goose bumps pimpling over the exposed skin.
Shuffling slowly I made my way into the library, finding both Sam and Dean standing by one of the tables, books laid out over the surface and Sam’s laptop open onto a news site. They both looked up as I coughed loudly, sniffling back the shit in my nose, rubbing the heel of my hands against my eyes. “Hey” I croaked, sitting down in one of the empty chairs. “Hey” Sam replied, looking at me with his wide hazel eyes, “You okay there y/n?” “I’m gre -” another loud string of coughs echoed around the room, causing both Winchester’s to take a step back. “Maybe you should just go back to bed” Dean suggested, scrunching his nose up in mild disgust. “Dean I’m” Cough, “Fine” Cough. “Yeah shocker we don’t believe you” He replied.
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Her Unicorn
I can’t believe this challenge is almost over! And I can’t believe I’ve put out these fics relatively on time! Day Six of the Cas One Week Writers Challenge!
CHARACTERS: Casifer (Lucifer possessing Castiel), Meg WORD COUNT: 716 WARNINGS: AU, slight angst, technically Megstiel PROMPT: “What can I say? You’re special."
TAGS: @deanwinchester-af, @sis-tafics, @oneweekwriterschallenge, @abaddonwithyall (because of the inspiration for … well, see if you can find it.)
She blinked her eyes open slowly, surprised to see something other than utter darkness. She yawned, eyes widening at the breath of clean, fresh air she inhaled. She looked around, eyes quickly adjusting to the light.
Light.
Something she hadn’t seen in almost three years.
She swallowed, throat dry as it always was, and tried to push herself up. Muscles that were weak from so long without use gave out, and she fell back to the floor with a sharp cry. Her eyes widened at the sound of her own voice. She’d been surrounded by silence and nothing for so long that even her own voice was jarring to her.
She took her time, moving to a sitting position, back against the cold iron wall. She glanced around, soaking in her surroundings, so … not exactly "happy,” but … something. She felt something at finally being able to see and move and breathe and feel again. A movement at the door caught her attention, and she looked that way, eyes widening. She heard a soft chuckle, before a gruff, familiar voice rang out.
“There she is."
Her eyes widened, mouth dropping open at the sight of that old, familiar trench coat. Her lips curled into a smile.
"Clarence?"
His eyes narrowed slightly at her raspy tone, head tilting just a bit, an amused smile on his face as he bit his lip. Her eyes widened.
"You’re not Castiel."
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Monday, April 11
“What can I say? You’re special.”
Miscommunication @phantomangelgoddess
Day 6 @rose-demica
Special @lotsofimagines
Coffee and Honey @supernaturally-potter
Her Unicorn @sunriserose1023
Angels @crazy-rach111
As Special as a Rose @bloodysideofhell
Special Feelings @thinkwritexpress
Angels Are Watching Over You @reaperlove77
Nobody’s Angel-Part 6 @winchesterprincessbride
Angels
Day 6 of Cas one week writer challenge
Prompt: “What can I say, You’re special.
Tags: @deanwinchester-af @sis-tafics
*Note* Continuation from Day 5′s prompt/story Link to Demons
Cas stood outside of the bunker waiting for Dean to come outside, and Crowley to meet them in five minutes. In the back of Cas’s head he could hear some chatter on angel radio. He tried to avoid tuning in because they always seemed to be talking about him.But what caught his attention this time was that something seemed to be repeating over and over and over. Cas turned the volume up a bit a listened.
“Castiel.” A voice said from inside his head. “Turn yourself in, and we will return the Winchester back to his brother. You have until 11am to comply. Meet us at-”
“Cas.” Dean said interrupting his thoughts. “What were you thinking about?”
“I was just-”
“Hello, boys.” Crowley said.
“Crowley.” Dean said sternly.
“Why so tense Dean?”
“Why are you helping us?” Cas asked.
“What can I say, you’re special.” Crowley said. “Anyway, I checked with all of my demons, none of them took, Moose. On the other hand, rather then looking down maybe you should look up.”
“Meaning?” Dean asked.
“Angels.” Crowley said rolling his eyes. He snapped his fingers and disappeared.
“Angels? Why would Angels want Sam?” Dean asked.
“Because of me.”
“You?”
“Yes, when you came out earlier, I was tuning into the angels. They want me to turn myself in, in exchange for Sam. By 11am.” Cas explained.
“Why didn’t you mention this sooner?”
“I tried, but then Crowley showed up.”
“What happens if you don’t turn yourself in?”
“I don’t know, they didn’t say. But I don’t think it will be good.
“Then lets come up with a plan.” Dean said.
Dean held Cas’s arm.
“Okay. Tell them we are here.” Dean ordered. Castiel closed his eyes. He tuned into Angel radio, and announced that he was at the destination, that they called for. Cas opened his eyes and looked around. Dean shrugged.
“Hello, Castiel.” A female voice said from behind them. Cas and Dean turned around. In front of them was a women with long dark hair, a man with blonde cropped hair, and in between them was Sam one his knees. His arms tied behind his back, and a gag in his mouth. Cas could feel Dean’s hand tense up on his arm.
“Bartholomew, Julia.” Cas said greeting the angels.
“Shall we trade now, Dean? Sam for Cas.”
“Yeah, lets get this over with.” Dean said quickly making eye contact with Cas. Cas understood the message. Get ready. Dean walked Cas over to the Angels. Cas punched Jessica in the face, and Dean quickly pulled out his angel blade and stabbed Bartholomew. Cas grabbed the blade out of Dean’s hand and stabbed Jessica, through the heart. Cas watched the light fade out of her.
“Hey, Sammy.” Dean said taking the gag off of his brothers mouth.
“Took you long enough.” Sam complained. Cas untied his hands and he stood up rubbing his wrist. Dean pulled Sam into a hug and stared at Cas. Dean mouthed “Thanks.” Cas nodded, and flew off.
As Special As A Rose
A/N: I really like this one! Not only is this for the amazing women @sis-tafics and @deanwinchester-af but it is also to soothe @evilrocknroll s heart I crushed with the imagine I posted earlier. Last day is tomorrow! Enjoy!
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Word count: 550
Warning: Language, Fluff
Tagging the Peeps: @ackleholic96 @likewhyamihere @darknightfrombeyond @wayward-imagines @cassgracie @castiel-imagines @katnharper @hoodeddamsel @sincerelysaraahh @icecream-and-gadreel
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Cas had been distant, though you had no clue why. Did you say or do something wrong? Your worst thought was that he was falling out of love with you. But honestly, it could be anything.
You stirred, swinging your arm to the right expecting there to be a warm body next to you. When all you hit were the cold, unused sheets, you rolled over to find Cas never came home. You groaned and got up out of bed.
Walking into the bunker kitchen you found Sam making breakfast. Fluffy eggs and crispy bacon surrounding blueberry pancakes, yum! He turned around and started laughing hysterically. “What?” you asked.
He was incapable of forming a coherent sentence so you touched your face, nothing, you moved up to your hair. “Oh grow up Sammy.” you sassed when you realized your bedhead was what he was laughing at.
You sat down and yawned, “Where is Cas?”
“Oh, uh, i don’t know… Was he not in bed this morning?” he asked hesitantly. Your narrowed your eyes, suspicious.
“No. Sam where the hell is he? I know you know the answer, you’re horrible at lying.”
“Y/N, I seriously don’t know where he is.” he said hastily, darting for the library.
“Don’t you run from-” your words were cut short as a gust of wind blew in and Cas appeared in front of you. “me.”
“Hello, Y/N.” he said nonchalantly.
“Hello? Is that all you can say? Where the fuck have you been and why have you been avoiding me?” Your temper started to flare.
“Calm down, I have a surprise for you.” he grabbed your waist and pulled you close. In an instant you were in a field full of all types of flowers, roses, daisies, carnations, and your favorite, asters.
You gasped in awe as he let go of you, taking in the full view. “Cas, this is beautiful! Is this for our anniversary? You didn’t have to go all out for me.” you bent down to smell the pink rose blooming in front of you.
He smiled shyly, “What can I say, you’re special. I want this moment to be as good as it can get.” You blushed.
He grabbed you and pulled you up, grabbing the back of your hair, crashing his lips to yours. You returned the kiss with even more intensity than he did.He pulled away just as you were about to push him for air.
“Now, for the finale.” he spoke softly as he rested his forehead against yours, kneeling on one knee. Your eyes widened and tears filled the rim of your eyes. “Y/N Y/L/N, you have stuck with me through thick and thin. You have even loved me at my worst. You are beautiful, smart, funny, and I couldn’t ask for anything other than to spend the rest of my life with the love of my life. So, today, on our two year anniversary, I would like to ask you, will you marry me?”
You stared into his sky blue eyes, you already knew your answer since the first time you set your sights on him. You couldn’t help the flood of tears, “Yes Castiel, nothing would make me happier than to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Special Feelings
Prompt: the @oneweekwriterschallenge ft. Cas and run by @deanwinchester-af and @sis-tafics . Prompt: “What can I say? You’re special.”
Extra Tags: @archangel-with-a-shotgun @animefanatic1728 @men-of-lettuce @xx-legends-xx
Beta: @beriala (aka babe)
Notes: Oh man this was so cute and fluffy and I loved writing it and I think it’s great. Enjoy!
“(Y/N), may I ask a question?” Castiel asks quietly, the rain pounding on the rooftop almost drowning out his words. You glance up from your book and grin at him.
“You just did buddy, but go ahead and ask another one.” You chuckle at your own lame joke, feeling proud. Cas huffs and frowns, looking conflicted. You notice the seriousness in his expression and slip your bookmark between the pages and shut your book. Sitting up to face him directly. “What is it Cas?” You prompt, tilting your head curiously.
Castiel looks at the ground then looks up and meets your eyes, uncertainty clear in them. “Don’t take this to mean that I dislike your presence, but… You could spend your spare time anywhere inside or outside of the bunker, yet you choose to spend time with me, wherever I am. I would just like to know why?” He asks shyly, biting his lip and shifting nervously. You suck in a breath, your first instinct to admit your feelings, but you bite back your words, opting to shrug.
“What can I say? You’re special.” You reply simply. Turning back and opening your book up again, you try to hide your blush. A shadow falls over you and your book is pulled from your hands by the angel. You look up at him and pout, reaching for the book, but he keeps it out of your reach, smiling as he teases you.
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