hi darling! i just stumbled across your blog and i love the way you write! i’m on such a castiel fixation right now and was wondering if you could write some jealous cas smut? i just feel like he wouldn’t know how to express his feelings for you until he sees some guy in a bar hitting on you after a hunt and just losing his mind because that’s his girl and he can’t just stand idly by watching other men try and get with you anymore
owe u two kisses and a black eye
warnings: smut, p in v, blood, fight, mention of alcohol, mention of dean w and sam w, etcetc lmk if i miss anything
castiel had his eye on you from the moment dean introduced you two
you were friends with the winchesters since an old hunt in which you met dean in middle school. your house was hunted by the old owners of it, and the experience of paranormal never really goes away, does it?
so you have been around for a while now that its been five years since cas's first appearance, hunting is regular for you two, a routine
sometimes you go on hunts with sam and dean, but on those days you need a quieter, quicker hunt, you decide to go with castiel
cas is simple. he knows tricks, information, he is an angel after all! so it did make sense when the winchesters heard that you oftenly asked him if he could not mention the brothers your little affair of going out to hunt the two of you alone, without the fights between sam and dean about the music, the speed of the car, what they eat, who sleeps on the couch... about everything
what didn't make sense was when dean started noticing the little blush that appeared on your face when cas brushed your hand with his, or the stupid grin that appeared in castiel's face when he mentioned you
neither did the way you talked about him, the graceful smile and laugh you'd make when he talked to you. they couldn't believe it. castiel has the same sense of humour of a spoon. what are you doing?
and the truth is; you have been incredibly, unconditionally and irrevocably in love with cas. but did he feel the same?
he's an angel for god's sake, he cant feel. but what if he could? maybe he loved you with the same passion he loved humanity, with the same passion he loved the winchester's bravery. what is going on in his mind? should you be a little bad and ask rowena about it? maybe a spell would do it
you were looking outside the window of his car. now you were driving from texas, back to kansas. a very nasty creature, a tulpa was the thing you two hunted on your little trip. the hunt was easy, you guys shared bears, chit chatted, and you had a nice time, considering the fact that you were hunting a paranormal creature.
cas says, his eyes on the road, carefully driving. dean has been teaching him lessons since he lost his wings. well, isn't it ironic? poor angel, he lost his wings. maybe you could get him plastic angel wings. but how would that make him feel better? isn't his grace totally los-
that's when you hear him pronoucing your name. oh sweet angel, sweet and poor angel! you almost feel so bad for him losing his wings that you almost didn't imagine him pronouncing your name like that when you'd wrap your lips around the tip of his cock. would he moan? or is he some kind of groaner? you imagine he would grip your hair but later feel guilty about it but never bring it back. should you tell him you're into it? why would you tho, you two never really did anything, and you have been getting needy.
—yes? sorry, i was thinking about, um, christmas
— I said – he makes a pause – you seem upset.
—I'm totally fine cas! don't worry.. is that the tie I bought you?
ah. there it is. you dont really feel sorry for him anymore.
time goes by, a comfortable silence settles in the car. it shouldn't be soo long until you get to texas
and just like that, after five, maybe seven hours have passed since those last words you shared with him. he wakes you up softly to get headed to the hotel
as the usual, cas and you got a bedroom with separate beds. it wasn't like he slept at all, but he liked reading books, information to feel helpful
you were washing your face when he mentioned that it was only nine o'clock.
—dude are you for real? i'm so messed up I thought it was already past midnight.
and you weren't really sure why it occured to you. was it because he was fully dressed in a sad white motel? maybe you weren't as tired as you expected? maybe you wanted to take a few drinks before confessing that you love him unconditionally?
but you suddenly blurt out
—would you like to come to a bar with me?
and you didn't realise that didn't sound casual at all, but tried to play it casual anyway, he's an angel after all! and much more awkward than you.
—I don't think is the best idea, you should rest.
—oh my god dont be a geek! you're starting to sound like sam... c'mon, let me have some shots and then we'll get back, I swear!
and that was about it, it really was that simple to convince him
so there you were, adjusting a rusty, ugly outfit that almost began to smell like horse shit which probably has fluids you don't even want to begin to imagine, and castiel, who needs a full liquor store to get a little tipsy drunk
the bar was fairly big sized and blasting with music and people, somehow most tables were free since all the people were dancing, drinking, or fucking in the bathroom. dim lights filled the atmosphere
—should we, uh, order anything?—castiel asks
—yes, yes, sorry. what d'you like?
—angel's dont drink. it would also be an act of injustice to my brothers and-
—okay we're getting vodka shots– you said, heading to the bar.
for christ's sake, you didn't even like vodka! it left a burning and drying sensation that lasted forever in your throat.
anyway, you walk from the table to bar, unsure of your decisions, what are really doing? what are your plans? did you just want to get drunk to forget about the hunt? or was it a pervert and coward idea to calm the nerves if you´d get the chance to fuck castiel?
you never really thought of what would happen after you´d get in a relationship with him, the fact that you can´t really have an example of a past relationship that he has had makes it a bit harder to imagine. after all, he´s kinda your best friend, he makes you laugh, makes you feel good about yourself, jerk off to the thought of him, and everything best friends do! but you have never really talked about romance.
all of a sudden you realise you´re waiting for the bartender to take your order standing next to one of the chairs next to the counter. while you´re awkwardly waiting there, you feel a presence next to you.
you have the stupid hope that it might be cas before turning your head to him, instead you find some creepy, tall guy. like really tall. he smells like liquor and is that vomit? ew. disgusting guy.
—hey babe? whatcha doin? wanna get outta here?— disgusting guy shouts, so loud you hope another "babe" in the bar is interested, because you were sure she could hear him, in fact, everyone could.— y´know, my friend has this place, we could totally go there. wanna- wanna come with me?
—oh, I think i´m gonna pass on that offer... thanks— you manage to say, you could feel your breakfast from this day coming right back to you, it will probably end up on disgusting guy´s face.
—c´mon sweetie, i know you can´t wait to taste my balls— did you hear him correctly? is he playing a joke on you? disgusting guy made an emphasis on "balls" with a burp. really?
when you thought you´d have to use some weirdly shaped knife that dean left in your bag "just in case vampires appear on the road" to threaten him, like out of a movie, castiel finally appears behind you
—is there a problem here?
disgusting guy looks at castiel. realisation hits, even he knows there´s something going on between you two, being totally drunk and god knows what other substances has he consumed
—oh, I see, this your girl? let me tell you she´s- uh- like- smoking hot! gonna grab some of that ass right now if you don´t dude- I swear
oh god. even though disgusting guy is nauseous, bless his existence! is like some kind of light tube sparked on inside castiel´s head, a miracle light tube. the whole bar went silence, only the closing and opening of the doors of the bathrooms
disgusting guy was about to continue with his sexual fantasies about you, totally inappropriate, and he didn´t care that the whole bar was listening in full silence by now, but castiel had other plans in that moment
he didn´t even say anything, his jaw clenched, but his gaze and face as neutral as ever, his body as normal as ever, with the slight difference that his fist found disgusting guy´s face, and then it even made contact with the counter bar, his face being smashed a couple times, just like one or two, considering it is an angels fist we´re talking about.
everybody in the bar started shouting and checking if the guy was alive, which he was! or at least cas said so...
something rare awakened in you in that moment. normally, you would´ve been a bit scared of the situation, did he deserve it? it doesn´t really matter now, his nose is broken now. but seeing cas, beating a total weirdo that made you feel uncomfortable for some awful five minutes, the end of his sleeve being covered in blood, somehow made you want him more, the heat between your thighs growing when you left the bar.
the cold air sinks into your pores, your hair sticking to your forehead because of the sweating the situation caused you.
—are you alright?— castiel asked you, his sight catching yours.
— yeah. uh, thanks for that— you barely manage to say and smile. you feel bad and inhuman, maybe even a psychopath for not really caring about that man, now getting lost in castiel´s pretty eyes. the wind really made his hair all pretty and messy, you wonder if that´s the way it would be after sleeping together, if you´d sleep together.
he just nods and leads you to his car, the ride back home was silent, but it wasn´t a comfortable silence like some times you traveled. the air was thick and hot. if a bucket with ice would be there, it would totally melt. regardless of the chilly air that night. at 9.45 pm you were already driving back to the motel. his fists, amazingly now cleaned, are clenched around the steering wheel, knuckles white from such strenght.
you get to the motel in about fifteen minutes. god you wish you´d at least had gotten some vodka or any alcohol for that matter before that guy appeared, so you could be more lost in your thoughts and not completely wet from the presence of castiel.
you get to your motel. parking lot totally empty. you awkwardly get in your room. castiel shuts the door softly. pausing, he stares at the closed door now, giving you his back. he softly says your name before facing you. cas´s strength was never respecting personal space, so, as usual, he´s eight inches away from you.
—I talked about this with Dean. I am... I have always felt quite fond of you, but I started feeling things that are not what servers of god should feel, and even less about a human, even less about— he makes a pause and softly sighs— about you. — I believe this is called love, but it is not just that, and even if i find this— pauses again — embarrassing, I must confess that I have had fantasies with you. lust. sexual intercourse fantasies about you. If you find this somehow discomfite-
you couldn´t resist yourself! as long as you love his voice, you have been holding this back for months now, and a girl has her needs.
you ends that distance between you and him and finally kiss him, practically devour his lovely lips. his shock made him not answer your lips movements but shortly after he joined you, surprisingly kissing you better than anyone ever has
his back hits the wall of the room, his hands putting your legs around his hips. how could he hold you in the air as if you´re a feather? angel shit. you don´t care since you´re too focused on bucking your hips against his boner
he decides to take things to bed, slowly moving towards one of them and carefully making you lay on it, he´s now on top of you.
—I need you cas- god- I´ve always had.— you say between kisses, as coherent as possible.
—will you let me take care of you?— he asks, eyes of blue meeting yours.
it was enough for him to hear a "yes" from you to start making love to you. his hands slowly taking off your clothes in the middle of the kiss, feeling your devotion and lust for him. suddenly, you were completely naked under him. only your panties left.
his eyes filled with lust, like he was witnessing something ethereal; your body. his hands explored it, shortly after his mouth did. his mouth found your nipples and started nipping and sucking one of them, while he kept the other one busy with his fingers, toying with it. his other hand found your clothed cunt, toying with your clit with his thumb above your wet underwear. it almost made you feel pathetic when he smiled at the sight of your damp panties, where did he learn all this?
you couldn´t help but make little noises,and cas swore he could die happy that day after hearing you whimper at his touch.
not long enough, his boner became harder and harder, it became already painful, so before taking off your panties he looked for your approval, and oh, how happy he was when you practically begged for it!
when he took your panties off and saw how really soaked wet you were, he could of come right there, in that moment, but he hold it in for you.
he took of his clothes quickly too, leaving his pants and belt for the last. quite a teaser the angel, isn´t he?
you didn´t even imagine that there would be a cock as big as his, but there is (actually is was a regular-long length, it just felt bigger).
he opened your legs wide. your ankles against his shoulders. his big pink tip first pressed against your clit, making you whine. he caressed your cheek with his thumb and, once he was satisfied with seeing you in such a vulnerable moment, almost like he tried to capture it in his mind to never let it go. he slowly started to get his length deep inside your pussy.
your eyes rolling back at the feeling of his balls hitting your downstairs-lips was one of the moments he´d promise himself to keep forever. when you started catching your breath, he started moving inside of you.
everything about that moment seemed almost pornographic with his thrusts, your moans, wet sounds and the bed creaking, you were so grateful there were no other people in that motel.
you are now crying out of pleasure, whining, moaning, even cursing sometimes, it is really an angelic experience!
cas has never felt so complete like in that very moment, its like he found a part of him he never knew he had. this was even better than the fantasies he has had of you. your cunt pulling him in more and more for each thrust, tears falling, boobs bouncing. the best part? he could have it all for himself, if he´s very very lucky.
he has not felt such devotion and worship for anyone like he has for you since that moment. not god, not other angels, not humanity itself, just you.
somehow, between the incredibly amount of nonsense you have been mumbling for the past ten minutes, you tell him, beg him to let you come, question which he answers switching the hitting spot of your hips, hitting the right nerves in that instant.
you scream out of pleasure. you thought his presence was glorious? you cant even begin to imagine how glorious his moans are. with faster (not deeper thrusts since that´s not biologically possible), he makes you finally let go of that feeling in your lower belly, seeing stars alongside his deep sea eyes, maybe even a glimpse of his grace.
thick layers of your fluids come out of your used cunt, as his end up across your breasts and stomach. he gives you some time to let you catch your breath, sucking your warm liquids off of you, making sure you´re okay and not hurt, then bringing a cloth with warm water to clean his own fluids off of you (you wouldn´t be so pissed if he´d sucked it too).
once you´re decently okay, he lays down with you, both naked and under the cover, sleeping with the warm feeling of cas caressing your hair, telling you you did quite well with words you could not understand, not yet.
the truth is that you two naughty people could miss on anything but sex. the angel is a nymphomaniac son of a bitch!
anyway, thank you disgusting guy I guess?