summary moments of obliviousness, and one of realization.
content gn!reader, mutual pining and a confession, sam and dean appearances! fluffy fluff and gentle touches, cas is a lot confused and a lot in love with reader!
Cas doesn't know what's wrong with his hair, only that your hands are delicate as you fuss with it and that the concentrated jut of your lip makes him feel strange. Prickling and fuzzy all over, as if he's been under thick sunlight for too long. Except it doesn't burn horribly, and he'd like this morning to last forever.
"What is that?" he asks.
You stretch only slightly to reach, fingers at the tips of his dark strands and greasy with a clear, thin oil. It smells like patchouli and lavender, and he likes the scent almost as much as yours. He prefers everything that is you.
"It's to keep your hair from getting tangled," you murmur. "It's windy out today."
He's warm taffy at the sound of your voice. Pliable and stretchy, he feels his center of grace being pulled towards you. It buzzes when your hands pull away and a finger brushes against his temple on the way down. It's hard to refrain from leaning in.
"I like it," he nods. "Thank you."
From the doorway, Sam smiles and shakes his head, exasperated.
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An early autumn breeze kisses all heat from your skin with a chill, and sends your arm looping through the crook of Cas' elbow. You press close against his side, he presses back because he's got plenty warmth to spare, and the only thing out of place is Dean's smirk.
He stands at Baby with his feet crossed in the near distance, and when Cas glances down, Sam is watching from inside the car with an eerily similar expression.
"They are being weird," he tells you, under his breath.
Your throat bobs with a soft swallow, he notices. And as you step up a curb together and closer to the boys, your arm withdraws and he's left feeling empty. A crack in his chest that yawns into a gap when you throw him a small smile and open your own door to the backseat. He always opens it for you, he likes to, but you're too quick today.
"Aren't they always?"
He hums and slides in beside you, thigh bumping to yours.
While an argument about the volume of music ensues in the front, he watches with gentle cerulean eyes as your fingers twitch and your palm flips up in offering above your lap. He takes it with the only thought in his head being how happy he is to hold your hand like this.
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Six hours into the drive, the sun begins to melt down the sky with beaming rivulets of yellow. Your cheek squished to his shoulder and snoring quietly, fingers tangled into a fold of his coat, Cas thinks you're most pretty. The prettiest. More than stars and flowers.
You're drooling. But in a very sweet, tired and human sort of way, he doesn't mind at all. What does irk him is the slapping of Dean's hands against the wheel and the raspy voice belting from the radio.
"Dean," he grunts, very still. "Stop. Turn it down."
Dean peeks into the rearview. "Why?"
"It is obnoxiously loud. They're sleeping."
A long, bleeding sigh, before Axl Rose is silenced. Sam's head turns to watch Dean, and they share one of their silent conversations that Cas isn't very fond of. The Impala hiccups over a dip in the road, and he brings his bicep around your shoulder to keep you steady and undisturbed.
"This is getting a little ridiculous, man," Dean huffs, words underlain with a stabbed attempt at sincerity.
"What is getting ridiculous?"
It's all quiet for a prolonged moment. His heart squeezes at the feel of your weight, the breath that puffs out through your parted lips and fans on his collar. He likes that he's the one you're resting on. There's a falling in his chest, like a plume of feathers hitting the ground, as he thinks about how he'd like to be this for you always.
He blinks slow.
"All this... cuddling. And the smiles. And the touches."
"It is human nature, our dynamic is as such."
"Your dynamic," Dean repeats in a breath of laughter. "They're into you, dude. You've gotta do something about it."
Cas tilts his head and thinks. About your blooming smile and your hands on his shoulders, face, held between his own. The way you say his name with a dulcet lilt. How he's thrown into a golden, blossoming euphoria when you explain things to him that he pretends not to know about, just to hear you talk.
"Into me. In what way?"
Sam is so merciful as to cut in, turning around in his seat.
"They... they've got a crush on you. They're interested. Romantically."
He knows what a crush is. What had been a complicated topic has become something simpler over his time spent here, sweeter and pure, to think that you harbor such a honeyed thing for him makes his forehead balm.
Silence settles again. Pillowing atop him like fresh snow, he's met with the first loss of words in the spanning, expansive thing that is his existence.
"You good?" Sam asks, patient and knowing.
Cas nods. He is perfect.
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When you fall asleep in your hotel room that night, Cas is there and watching over you. As your eyes flutter open and contract under a hissing ray of early light, he's gone. You sit up, blankets pooling, a lonely ache between your ribs.
It's soothed by the message on your nightstand, relieved to know he hasn't left without a trace or goodbye. His name written in elegant calligraphy on a creased sheet of complementary notepad, you take it and unfold the paper quickly.
I possess a crush on you, too.
Love, Castiel.
❤︎
my cas debut! please have mercy on me as it is my first ever time writing for him!!
hii lovely! since you asked for requests I was wondering if you could do a castiel x winchester!reader, maybe where dean is excited to learn that cas is seeing a mystery woman, before he finds out it's his baby sister and gets all protective big brother on him?
hiii nivs!! sorry if this is kinda rushed, i hope i did u justice🙂↕️🫡
IN-LAWS
wordcount: 891
summary: Dean can sniff lady trouble from a mile away, when Castiel’s been acting weirdly happy, he takes it upon himself to find out who has his feathery friend acting all giddy.
warnings: cursing, meddling older brothers, hopeless romantic cas, fem!reader, fluff!!
Castiel was always odd, quirky if you may. Though lately, he’d been different, not his usual kind of different– different, different. Instead of that permanent, confused scowl on his face, he finds himself smiling for no apparent reason. The angel of Thursday, shield of God, fierce warrior and leader of garrisons– was giddy.
Your brother’s noticed, of course they did. Well, mainly it was Dean who took an interest in this sudden change of behavior– he’s always been the messier one– the guy thrives on chaos, part of his older brother persona. Being the talented hunter that he is, he took it upon himself to find out what had his celestial pal all mushy and happy. Your brothers have always been smart, more so when they join forces, so the moment they decided to investigate Castiel– whatever the poor angel was keeping secret was doomed.
Upon very little investigation, Dean decided it was most definitely something female related. Though to be fair, when it came to your older brother, everything was somehow female related.
Castiel spent his free time browsing thrift stores, skimming through old books and CDs with all the care and grace he could muster. Today was one of those quiet evenings in which he browsed the local stores for anything you might like. His nimble fingers carefully flick over the albums, pausing every couple seconds to weigh out whether you’d enjoy it or not. The angel is too focused on grabbing trinkets to notice the overgrown men trailing behind him (Sam was awkwardly hiding behind a bookshelf and Dean had gotten distracted by the rock vinyl collection)
It doesn’t take long for Cas to check out and step back into the street, his blue eyes roaming over every detail around him. (He always appreciates Earth in these quiet moments) He’s got a worn down tote bag hanging from his shoulder– you’d lectured him about reusable materials instead of plastic bags or carrying everything in his arms– the straps slipping on the fabric of his trenchcoat, even if he doesn’t seem to mind it. Your brothers had stopped bickering just enough to follow him, walking on the opposite sidewalk while absolutely not ‘playing it cool’ like they’d promised each other.
“Who the Hell would Cas even be dating?” Dean whisper-shouts to his brother, to which the younger one simply shrugs. “I mean– don’t get me wrong– M’ proud of the lil guy for finally gettin’ some but still…”
“I dunno, Dean– Maybe they find his quirkiness endearing, girls do that sometimes” Sam replies, waving his hands in that overly emphasizing way he always does before pausing briefly with that crease to his brows he gets when thinking. “Or guys… Never really though what Cas would be into, I guess”
“Gotta be a chick” Your eldest brother nods solemnly. “Only chicks buy second hand books” He adds with way too much conviction given the amount of bullshit he was spewing.
“Hey” Sam protests, shoving halfheartedly at Dean. “I buy second hand books” The eldest brother simply scoffs, pointing at him as if that only reinforced his point.
Meanwhile, Castiel is calmly walking down his path, briefly stopping to let a ladybug cross in front of him– he even nodded courtly at the little creature and everything. He also uses the opportunity to crouch down and pluck some wildflowers from the cracks on the pavement, pocketing them to later add to his gift haul. The brothers are so busy fighting that they don’t realize how the path they were walking was all too deja-vu-ish, turns and stops leading them right back to the motel they’d been staying at all week.
You're lying on the bed, some old western playing on the TV, Clint Eastwood filling the screen until a gentle knock brings your me-time to an end. You hop off the mattress, padding over to the door– being met with a familiar pair of blue eyes and warm smile.
“Hello” Castiel speaks up in a gravelly murmur, holding up the bag like an offering. You can’t help the fond, amused chuckle that escapes your lips at his usual straightforwardness as you grab the bag and set it down by the door.
“Hey” You reply softly, gently reaching out to cup his face between your hands– just enough to bring him down into a brief kiss, comforting and casual– like you’d done it a hundred times before. (Kinda had)
The moment is broken by the sound of a dumbfounded “Sonuvabitch” barked from the parking lot. You look over the angel’s shoulder, only to find your eldest brother marching over– your other brother trying (and failing) to hold him back. “Of all the people–” Wide gesture. “ –angels or whatever the Hell you’re into” Another wide, dramatic gesture. “You had to screw my sister?!”
Castiel opens his mouth to reply, but before he can do so, you put a hand on his shoulder and whisper a ‘it’s a manner of speech’ –You’d spent enough time with the angel to know two things: he absolutely did not understand why Dean seemed frustrated & he most definitely was about to say something like “How could I possible screw your sister? She is not a screw and I am in no way or shape a screwdriver” with that endearing little tilt to his head and wide puppy-like gaze.
Masterlist, AO3
Cas x AFAB!fem!Reader
Word count: 3.9k
Summary: Castiel watches over you as you sleep, but when you seemingly have a nightmare, he reaches into your mind to comfort you. Only it wasn't a nightmare ;)
Content: smut !! Making out, Masturbation, Grinding, Oral Sex (f and m receiving), Body Worship, Breast play, p in v sex, cowgirl, cas loses his virginity, language :)
You closed your laptop, letting out a sigh. Sam and Dean had left hours ago, following up on a lead in town, leaving you to research. Usually, this was Sam’s job, but with Castiel in the wind, Dean claimed someone needed to “stay at home base” in case he came back. It was a weak excuse, but after the last hunt, you couldn’t blame him. You let vampires get the jump on you one time, and suddenly you were incapable of working a case.
At least they got me my own room this time, you thought with a chuckle as you looked down at your attire. It was rare to get time alone nowadays, and when it did happen, you liked to take full advantage. The small silk nightgown hugged your frame nicely. No matter how many crappy motel rooms the boys took you to or how many cheap army surplus clothes they surrounded you with, you couldn’t help but love an expensive pair of pajamas. It was your own guilty pleasure.
Deciding you’d done enough research for the night, you stood up and walked to the bathroom. Leaning down, you splashed water on your face. Distracted, you missed the flutter of wings, and when you stood up straight, looking in the mirror, you nearly had a heart attack.
“Cas!” you gasped, placing a hand over your heart. Turning around, you were met with the angel, his crystal blue eyes locked on you. “You scared me!” you exclaimed, walking out of the bathroom.
“I apologize,” he said gruffly, following you into the cramped room. You sat on the bed, watching as he took a place in the corner, standing stiffly.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were busy in Heaven,” you asked, crossing your legs. His eyes followed your movement, and you could’ve sworn his cheeks turned a shade pinker than usual.
“Cas?” you spoke again, watching as his eyes finally came back to your face. He cleared his throat.
“Right, my business in Heaven has concluded,” he paused, “I thought I would check in on you.”
“Check in on me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. He only nodded in response.
You stood up, walking over to him. “Is something wrong, Cas?” Concern filled your voice as you brought a hand up to his forehead. His eyes fluttered shut at your touch, ignoring your question.
Up close, you could see his pink cheeks, his uneven breath, and feel his clammy skin under your palm. If you hadn’t known better, you’d think he was sick. But Cas had told you a long time ago that angels didn’t get sick.
Removing your hand, you watched as his eyes opened slowly. His mouth opened and closed like he didn’t know what to say.
“Castiel?” You said his name softly.
“I think I need to speak with Dean,” he finally spoke, his voice quiet.
Your brows furrowed. “Is it something I can help with?”
He shook his head quickly, stepping away from you and pressing himself against the wall. You took a step back as well, deciding that if Cas wasn’t going to tell you, you wouldn’t pry.
You looked away and turned your attention to the TV, nibbling on your bottom lip. It was a bad habit you’d picked up over the years.
Feeling his eyes on you, you turned back to Cas. “Want to watch a movie?” you asked.
He nodded once, staying quiet. You turned off the lights and climbed into bed, getting cozy under the covers. Realizing he hadn’t moved, you patted the spot next to you, giving him a soft smile.
You grabbed the remote and began flicking through the channels. You heard his footsteps on the carpet as he approached the bed. You listened as he removed his trench coat and shoes, then expertly undid the top buttons of his collared shirt. You felt your cheeks heat up and quickly looked back at the TV.
Despite knowing he could never feel the same way, you couldn’t help the crush you harbored for the angel. It wasn’t your fault he was so beautiful, so sweet.
You felt the bed dip as he sat next to you, and you fought the urge to look at him. Finally, you landed on How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. Rom-coms were a guilty pleasure for both you and Castiel, surprisingly.
“This is one of my favorites,” you said quietly. He hummed in response but said nothing.
You fell into a comfortable silence, watching the movie together. You felt his eyes on you occasionally but did nothing, keeping your own gaze fixed on the screen.
When you were sure he was distracted by the movie, you caved and looked at him. Your breath hitched. The light from the TV illuminated his face, making his skin seem to glow.
Your eyes wandered, taking in his casual appearance. The undone buttons of his shirt gave you a glimpse of his chest, revealing a build you hadn’t realized he had under all those layers. He looked ethereal. And he was in your motel bed.
You bit your bottom lip and looked away. Relax, you told yourself. This wasn’t the first man in your bed, and it wouldn’t be the last.
Letting out a deep sigh, you sank further into the pillow. You could feel yourself getting drowsy. You turned on your side to face Castiel.
“Cas?” you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur. “I’m going to sleep now.”
He turned to look at you. “Do you want me to go?” His voice sounded deeper than usual.
You thought for a moment. “No, you can stay if you want.”
He nodded once. “Sweet dreams,” he said quietly, turning his attention back to the TV.
You tried to stay awake, just to sneak glances at the angel lying next to you. But you were only so strong, and it wasn’t long before the world went dark.
Castiel watched as your eyes fluttered shut and your breathing evened out. He was surprised you had asked him to stay. From what little experience he had with humans, he found most were uncomfortable being watched in such a vulnerable state. Dean had strictly forbidden him from watching him and Sam sleep, calling him creepy on multiple occasions. Which was a shame, as Castiel rather liked watching over his friends. They were so much more peaceful while asleep.
His thoughts stuttered to a stop as you shifted closer to him in your sleep, most likely seeking warmth in your unconscious state. He felt his heart speed up like it had earlier. Letting his instincts guide him, he shifted, putting his arm above you on the pillow, giving you space to move. A few minutes later, you had maneuvered yourself onto his chest.
It felt wrong to be this close to you. As an angel of the Lord, he shouldn’t be as fond of you as he was. Castiel’s role was to be a guardian to human life—nothing more. But as you snuggled into his chest, those thoughts faded away. He wrapped an arm around you, feeling the soft silk of your nightgown.
In that moment, he knew you were perfect. There had never been, and there would never be, another human like you. Castiel had always admired you—your bravery, intelligence, wit, and all the other good human qualities. He had convinced himself that was why his chest constricted when you were near and why he could hardly think in your presence. But lately, it had gotten worse. Now, when he was around you, Castiel felt lost for words.
Nothing he could come up with felt good enough for your ears. He now understood why humans worshipped false idols. As disturbing as it had been at first, you had become his. And he found himself not caring anymore. It felt right—in a way nothing ever had before. It was what he had wanted to ask Dean about earlier. If it was normal to feel this way.
Soft noises from you pulled him from his thoughts. He felt your heart quicken, your skin growing warmer. You let out a particularly loud groan, and your brows furrowed in a way they only did when you were upset. Worried you were having a nightmare, Castiel reached a hand to your temple and entered your mind, ready to ease your discomfort.
As he entered and moved around in your mind, he found himself back in the motel room, replaying the conversation you two had had earlier. Confused, Castiel continued to watch.
When you put a hand on his forehead, he watched as the dream version of him whimpered, pressing his face into your hand. Castiel felt his cheeks redden. He watched as you moved your palm to the side of dream Castiel’s face, leaning in gently, pressing a passionate kiss to his lips. Your hand slipped downward, taking his growing bulge in your hand and massaging it.
The dream shifted suddenly, becoming blurry. When it finally cleared, Castiel saw the two of you in bed together. You were sitting in his lap, and he watched as his hands went up your nightgown, resting on your ass. Your hands were in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer as you kissed him roughly.
Castiel couldn’t help but move closer to the scene. He watched as dream him ripped off your nightgown, revealing all of you. Castiel’s jaw went slack, and his pants grew increasingly uncomfortable. Your back arched as dream Castiel took your nipple in his mouth and sucked. Dark bruises began to appear as he mouthed over your breasts.
In the back of his mind, he knew this was an invasion of your privacy—that you wouldn’t want him in your mind. But when the dream shifted again, showing you pulled to the edge of the bed with dream Castiel on his knees between your legs, he knew he wasn’t strong enough to leave. He didn’t know much about human intercourse, but this was heavenly.
As Castiel continued to watch, a tightness built in his lower stomach. The feeling in his groin was long past painful, and he groaned. Reaching a hand down, he palmed himself as he had seen you do earlier.
Dream Castiel slid his fingers inside you, and the noise you made had Castiel’s knees buckling, forcing him to sit down on a nearby chair. He watched as you reached down, pressing his head further between your legs, hearing his own muffled whimpers at your actions.
Now moaning himself, he continued rubbing, the tightness building. He didn’t fully understand what he was doing, but God, it felt good. When your back lifted off the bed and you screamed his name, Castiel felt the coil snap. His vision went white as he was pulled out of your mind.
When his eyes opened, he found yours looking back at him. The real you staring up at him. His chest was still heaving, and he could feel the warmth in his pants. Looking down at you, he saw confusion in your eyes, but you weren’t faring much better. Your pupils were blown, and he could feel your heart racing.
Your head ached as you fought to regain consciousness. It was so warm, you thought idly, snuggling into the heat source. Breathing in, your senses filled with the scent of pine, clean laundry, and something undeniably masculine. A distant alarm sounded in the back of your mind, but you were too content to care. As your awareness sharpened, soft groans reached your ears. One particularly loud one had your eyes snapping open.
You looked up and met none other than Castiel’s gaze. Gasping, you scrambled off him, sitting up beside him. Letting your eyes trace over him, you realized he was in quite a state—flushed, breathing heavily, and staring at you in silence. A sharp pang in your head had you groaning as you brought your hands up to massage your temples, struggling to keep up with the moment.
"Cas," you breathed. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you. Are you okay?"
He cringed and looked away, suddenly finding the wall much more interesting. Not this time, Castiel. A wave of confidence surged through you as you moved back toward him, swinging a leg over his torso and straddling him. That got his attention. His hands hovered over your hips, not quite touching you.
"What happened, Castiel?" you asked seriously.
He hesitated for a moment, and for the first time, you could have sworn he looked... nervous. "You fell asleep," he finally admitted, his voice quiet as he continued to look past you. "You moved closer to me. You looked—" he paused, "peaceful."
You hummed in response, encouraging him to continue.
"Then you started having a nightmare. I knew I could fix it, so I entered your mind."
You bit your tongue, uneasy at the thought of someone—even Castiel—being inside your head. "Only—" he chose that moment to meet your eyes—"I don’t think it was a nightmare."
Your brows furrowed as you struggled to remember your dream. You had been in the motel room, talking to Cas, and—oh. Your face heated as the pieces fell into place.
Only, Cas wasn’t done talking. "I am still not familiar with human sexual behaviors, but watching your dream, something happened." He hesitated again. "Something in my groin."
Your eyes widened, and you instinctively glanced down—only now noticing the obvious wet spot on his slacks.
"I felt a similar sensation when I first arrived here," he continued, brows furrowed. "It seems I’ve lost control of my vessel."
You clenched your thighs together, struggling to maintain composure. "I see," you murmured. Silently hoping you were reading the situation correctly, you asked, "What do you want to do about it?"
He licked his lips, blue eyes darkening. "I would very much like to continue your dream—if you will have me."
A slow smile spread across your face as you leaned down, savoring the moment. You brought a hand up to cradle his cheek, the other resting on his chest. "Can I kiss you, Castiel?" you whispered, your lips ghosting over his.
"Please," he whimpered, the desperate need in his voice sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.
You pressed your lips to his softly, giving him a teasing peck. As you started to pull away—thinking he might want to take things slow—Castiel made it clear he had other plans. In a flash, he wrapped his arms around you, flipped you over, and captured your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless. You moaned into his mouth, matching his enthusiasm as he devoured you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.
When you finally pulled away for air, you gasped, "Cas, where did you learn that?"
His expression was completely serious as he responded, "The pizza man."
A startled giggle escaped you. Before he could kiss you again, you pressed a hand against his chest, stopping him. He looked at you worriedly.
"As much as I want to continue this," you purred, "you are wearing far too many clothes."
Without hesitation, Cas nodded and snapped his fingers. His slacks and dress shirt vanished, leaving him in only his boxers. Your breath hitched. His body was even more perfect than you had imagined—marble-like skin, taut muscles, and a strong, broad chest.
You reached out, letting your hands wander over his skin, and he shuddered beneath your touch. His responsiveness had you dripping with anticipation. You could feel his arousal pressing into your thigh, and when he spoke again, his voice was thick with longing.
"As much as I enjoy this," he rasped, "I would really like to touch you now."
Your stomach clenched in excitement. "Please do."
His eyes were wide, as he sat up and gazed over your body appreciatively. Sensing his hesitance, you decided to help. Grabbing his hands, you put them on your breasts, watching as he let out a deep breath. He began kneading them in his hands and you moaned as he experimentally squeezed your nipple.
You let him massage you over your nightgown, silently pleading in your head for him to just take it off. No sooner than the thought had entered your mind, Castiel grabbed the top of your nightgown and ripped it as effortlessly as he had in your dream, finally exposing your breasts to him.
You let out pornographic moans as Castiel began working you over. Sucking and nipping and kneading at your breasts until they began turning purple. His muffled noises drenching your panties.
“Show me” he moaned into you, kissing your breasts, “show me what you want”.
Your cheeks were red as the scene from your dream played over in your mind. At that moment you wanted nothing more than to see him between your legs.
“I see,” he spoke into your skin, reading your mind.
“You don’t have to.” you replied anxiously, staring at the ceiling.
At that he lifted off of you, rising up and gently guiding you to meet his eyes. “I want nothing more than to worship you” he spoke deeply, causing you to shudder.
He kissed you gently, before moving down. He placed kisses from your collarbone, to your breasts, and to your stomach before moving past where you wanted him. He kissed your thighs and you shook with anticipation. You watched with bated breath as he spread your legs, revealing your need. His eyes were almost black as he snapped his fingers, your panties disappearing. And without warning , he touched your center, causing you to fling a hand to your mouth to hide your ridiculously needy moan.
Castiel explored, running a finger through your slit. You could see how focused he was, his brow furrowed in concentration.
When he reached your clit, you bucked into his hand, causing his lip to upturn with pride.
“Castiel” you whined, unable to take your eyes off of him.
Hearing your prayers, Cas finally granted your wish, moving his mouth to your core and sucking. Hard.
You gasped and moaned as his mouth moved over you, it was nothing like you had ever felt before. Not for the first time that night you wondered, where he had learned this.
“You're doing so well, baby," you praised, reaching a hand down to grab his hair, causing him to whine loudly into your pussy.
Interesting.
Feeling the vibrations of his moans against you and the scruff of his 5 o'clock shadow on your thighs, your release came fast and soon you were arching into his mouth, screaming his name as you came.
It took you a few moments to calm down enough to speak as Castiel continued to lick at you gently, prolonging your high.
Soon enough you reached down to his hair and guided him up to you, pulling him into a kiss. You felt the wetness on his face as you tasted yourself on his tongue.
“Your turn” you spoke seductively as you pulled away, causing Cas to look away shyly. “That may not be necessary,” he said, causing you to look down between you.
Oh my god.
His boxers were wet with cum as he hovered over you; apparently he got off on eating you out.
You smiled, reaching a hand to caress his face, watching as he visibly relaxed at your touch. “Castiel, that is the hottest thing I have ever seen”, you told him honestly, feeling against your thigh as his dick came back up to attention.
Apparently angels didn’t need downtime.
His jaw went slack as you moved your hand up into his hair, scratching at his scalp and hearing him moan as you gently tugged.
Deciding it was your turn to please him, you guided him to lay back and resumed your position on top of him, now pressing your groin into his. His boxers being the only thing separating the two of you. You rolled your hips teasingly, causing Cas to grab your hips tight enough to leave a bruise.
You bent down, kissing his neck until you hit the one spot that had him throwing his head back into the pillows. You fixated there, sucking and nipping at the skin until Castiel was shaking with restraint underneath you.
“Please,” he moaned, watching you through hooded eyes.
Taking pity on the poor angel, you trailed kisses down his skin until your lips met his waistband. Meeting his eyes one more time, he nodded with silent confirmation and you pulled them down, watching as his cock sprung up, slapping his stomach. It was pink, long, and impressively thick.
Even his cock was perfect, you thought absentmindedly.
Castiel’s groans brought you out of your thoughts. He was painfully hard and had more than earned this.
You spit on your hand and wrapped it around his cock, causing him to let out a hiss from the sensitivity.
You worked him slowly, moving up and down a few times before leaning over and taking as much of him as you could into your mouth.
Castiel let out a sinful moan, a string of enochian words coming from his mouth as you began bobbing your head up down, focusing your attention on the head and jerking off what you couldn’t fit. It wasn’t long before his abdomen tensed and he was pulling you off of him.
Releasing with a pop, you looked up at him confused.
“I want to finish inside you.” he spoke breathlessly.
You bit your lip, climbing back on top of him. Reaching down, you grabbed his cock and lined him up. You were impatient and you could tell Cas was too. When you felt his tip catch your entrance, you sank down slowly. Feeling each inch as he stretched you, a pleasant ache in your lower stomach grew as you reached his base.
You looked at Cas to see his mouth open and eyes shut, his head thrown back in pleasure. Shakily letting out a breath, you moved your hands to his shoulders, lifting yourself up until he was almost entirely out of you, before slamming back down.
“Fu–ck,” Cas drew out, causing you to squeeze him in response. More desperate noises spewed from the angel as you felt yourself pulse around him. That was the first time you heard him swear and damn did you want to hear more.
Catching his breath, Cas brought his hands to grip your waist as you began bouncing on his cock. Loud moans came out of both of you as you chased your high.
You rode him until the ache in your thighs was too much to bear. You paused, praying to him silently to finish what you started.
Castiel let out a feral noise as he read your mind. More than happy to take the lead, he held you still and thrusted up into you as he sputtered in enochian.
“G geh ol madriax.” he moaned, “Ol trian forever boaluahe g.”
His voice had you barreling towards your second orgasm. It wasn’t long before you felt the familiar pressure in your lower abdomen.
“Castiel I’m gonna cum,” you let out pathetically as he fucked up into you. “Me too,” he groaned, as his thrusts became more sporadic. You felt yourself crest over and cried out his name as you came. Castiel wasn’t far behind you, a few more thrusts and he tensed, moaning as you felt his hot cum pour inside of you.
Spent, you collapsed on top of him as you both caught your breath. A few moments passed as Castiel rubbed your back and played with your hair.
“Thank you,” he spoke quietly, breaking the silence.
You smiled into his chest, sighing happily, “No, thank you Cas.”
Summary: cas notices a new necklace you started wearing.
An: this is my first cas fic and I was so excited to write it!!! I’ve neglected my angel boy far too long! Thank you @athenadeen for your request I hope you like it. Also I love that necklace it is beautiful 🤭
WC: 664
The first time he noticed it was when he popped in on you, Sam, and Dean randomly one night. You were asleep on the couch. You looked ethereal under the gentle wash of moonlight, that softened the edges of the sharp and seasoned hunter that you are.
Sam and dean hadn't noticed him, or if they had they hadn't made it known. Not that he minded, he was too busy staring at you.
when a gleam of light reflected from your chest it caught his attention, only for it to disappear seconds later, then re-appear again.
He was confused for a moment, wondering if you were human, if he had missed something, how could he have missed something?
But, before he could question it, you turned on your side, now facing him fully and it was then he realized that your chest wasn't glowing, you were not some supernatural creature.
You were wearing a necklace.
An angel necklace. It didn't look like one of course, not really. But he had seen the little statues humans put up for Christmas, or the one some brought with them to church every Sunday.
He couldn't be mistaken.
You were wearing an angel necklace.
After that, any time cas would pop in, he checked to see if you were wearing it. You always were. During research, during hunts, in your sleep. He was almost positive you never took it off.
The one time he brought it up to you was when you prayed to him. He showed up before you could even finish your prayer. He stood right in front of you and watched as you continued to pray, holding the charm on the necklace like it was providing some sort of comfort.
He made himself known, and took care of the problem playing your mind. Only when he was sure you were okay did he finally ask…
"What does it mean to you?"
You looked at him in wonder. His head was tilted to the side like it did every time he was trying o understand something human. "What does what mean to me?" You asked.
"Your necklace, it's an angel." He answered " Does it represent your faith?"
You looked down at the necklace laid against your chest. And back at cas, his expression was intense as if he was trying to understand its meaning before you told him.
You didn't know what to say, to be honest you weren't even sure why you wore the necklace, it was pretty, and it grounded you. And every time you touched it you thought of Cas.
"I guess" you answered with an unsure shrug.
"I wasn't aware you relied on faith." He said. You laughed to yourself. "It's not… like that. It represents my faith, but not in angels, not in heaven. It represents my faith in you" you reply quietly.
Cas blinked rapidly as if trying to understand your words. His eyebrows drew together "you have faith in me?" He asked "even after everything I've done?"
"We've all done bad things cas, doesn't make your heart any less pure."
cas looked stood up from his seat "it makes me… happy, that your faith is in me" he said before the sound of his wings fluttering softly and then he was gone. You blinked rapidly at the sudden departure of the angel.
"I think you just flirted with cas… that was definitely angel for telling someone you trust them"
"Go away Dean"
Eventually cas came back around, he had apologized for his sudden departure and made no effort to flaunt the new bracelet on it. But you noticed because you always did.
His bracelet had two charms. A star, because he always noticed that at night you never failed to look up at the stars, and next to it was your initial.
When he caught you looking at the new peive of jewelry he leaned in close to you but not too close.
"I have faith in you too" he whispered with a small smile.
Summary: After you almost die in a car accident, your guardian angel, Castiel, saves you, even though he wasn't supposed to, he couldn't help it.
Warnings: mdni 18+. smut. p in v (unprotected). oral (f receiving). dom!cas. orgasm denial.
A/N: For my friend who I promised I'd make a Cas fic for.
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The truck came out of nowhere.
Just a loud screech, a deafening horn, blinding lights—and then, nothing but darkness.
But then you woke up in your bed at home, as if the crash had never happened.
You gasped and shot upright, your sheets tangled around your legs. A trembling hand pressed to your chest.
Morning light slipped through the curtains, warm and golden. Your body was intact. No pain. No blood. No glass in your skin. You blinked.
Was it a dream? It had to be…
You swung your legs off the bed, your feet hitting the floor with a soft thud, and pushed yourself up. You expected pain. Or to be dead.
Then you heard a flutter of wings behind you.
Standing at the foot of your bed—trench coat, tousled hair, those impossibly blue eyes that seemed to see right through you—Castiel.
“Cas—” you whispered. “Did you—”
“I saved you, yes,” he said, taking a step closer.
“You died, and I—” He paused, taking your hand. “I couldn’t let that happen."
“But if I was supposed to die…” you whispered, but he cut you off.
“I was not letting that happen.”
“You saved me.” You stepped closer. “Why?”
His voice was rough. “Because I need you."
His eyes shifted—still full of care, but now with a hint of lust.
“I shouldn’t want this. Want you like this. But I do. I need you.”
“You have me,” you whispered.
His lips crashed against yours, hungry and dominant. His hands slid into your hair, gripping just tight enough to draw a gasp from your mouth. He swallowed it, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping past your lips, tangling with yours.
You barely had time to breathe before you felt yourself pressed against the wall, his trench coat falling to the floor. Your shirt was yanked over your head, pants and panties quickly following as he pulled them down with ease.
“Cas—”
“Shh,” he growled against your skin. “Let me take care of you.”
He sank to his knees, hands gripping your thighs like a man starved. And maybe he had been—after all, angels don’t typically do this.
He kissed down your thighs before lifting one leg over his shoulder. His tongue dragged slowly up your slit, then back down, teasing your clit in slow, agonizing circles. You moaned, fingers threading through his hair.
But every time you got close—every time you teetered on the edge—he pulled back.
“Cas… please—” you whined softly.
“Not yet,” he said, his voice commanding. “You don’t cum until I say.”
He stood, slowly unbuckling his belt. “On the bed. Now. Legs apart.”
You didn’t hesitate, laying down just as he asked.
“Good girl.” He approached the bed, tugging his pants down to reveal his hard, leaking cock.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, trailing a hand down your side.
You nodded without hesitation. “Yes.”
“Stay still for me, angel.” He slid inside you slowly, a guttural sound escaping his throat as he stretched you open.
“Fuck, Cas—” you gasped, your nails digging into his back. So full. So perfect.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours, Cas.”
He began to move, thrusts hard and deep. He pinned your wrists above your head, taking full control—every stroke hitting that sweet spot inside you.
But still, he wouldn’t let you come.
Each time your walls fluttered, each time you clenched around him, he slowed. Ground his hips in tight, teasing circles. Whispered filthy things in your ear that made you beg.
“Please, Castiel. Let me… let me cum—”
“Not yet,” he said again, panting now, barely in control. “You’ll cum when I cum. You’ll feel me fill you and fall apart at the same time. Do you understand?”
You nodded frantically. “Yes… yes… please—”
He slammed into you harder now, thrusts erratic, desperate.
And when he finally gave the order—
“Now. Cum. Now.”
—You shattered.
Your orgasm ripped through you like a wave, your body trembling violently beneath him. Castiel groaned, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you, his whole body shuddering.
You lay together in silence, tangled and sweating, his arms wrapped around you like he’d never let go.
He kissed your shoulder, voice low and soft. “You weren’t meant to die,” he whispered. “But maybe… I wasn’t meant to be just your guardian angel either.”
A/N: I don't really write Cas so hope this was good lol @cas-is-my-angel7
The motel felt hot. Felt heavy the longer you sat on Cas’ lap. Your hips couldn’t stop moving even if you wanted them too, harsh pants shifted between you. His hands gripped tightly onto your hips. Your head tilted back, his lips sucking marks where you like.
Sam and Dean wouldn’t be back for some time now so neither of you were stressing out about taking all the time in the world. “I need to have you now.” Cas groans against your neck. You nod mindlessly and he flips you onto your back. His trench coat was long gone, tie and jacket missing. A couple of his buttons were undone. The zipper to his jeans was undone too, but he got distracted when your shirt came off and you we wearing a lacy white bra. It was your good push up bra you only wore to fuck with him. And was it fucking with his head.
He quickly works down your body, kissing along your stomach. He unzipped your jeans, pulling your panties down in the process. Of course they just had to match the bra perfectly. White and soft with a little satin bow at the top. It was a mess of clothes when you ripped them off each other. Your fingers danced along his skin, the muscles that were faint but you knew their true angelic power.
It’s not often you get to be like this, so in need of each other, with enough free time to kill. “Flip over.” Cas moans against your lips, pulling back a few inches so you can roll onto your stomach. You struggle to turn around while he’s caging you against the bed but you manage. You fold your arms against the sheets, about to prop yourself up when you pause.
Sam. Sam and Dean. In the doorway. Holding food and your drink order. Sam’s covering his eyes and deans got his jaw practically on the floor. “Oh shit— when did you get here?” You feel Castiel pause behind you, touch faltering on your skin. “Again guys? Really?” Dean shoved Sam out the door and shook his head, grumbling the entire time. “God, go out on some clothes!” Dean shrieks as he slams the door shut.
Your heart hammers in your chest at the adrenaline of being caught in such an intimate moment. Again. “Do you want to stop?” Castiel asks softly, rubbing his hands against your hips. You shake your head no. “I think that just bought us another 15 minutes.”
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I guess u can say this is a part 2 ish to the 15 minutes one I did with Cas, but I just think it’s so hot Cas being an angel of the lord in heaven and a freak in the sheets like COME ON
and we all know Dean lowkey wants in… hmmm, I’ll think about it!
And I’m aware this is really short but I felt bad for being so behind with the whole mans best friend era thing. Like I wanted to be done with the album by now but I kept getting busy so my bad chat.
A/N: first time writing cas, apologies if this is OOC
exams will be the end of me I swear to god.
Thinking about how Cas would wrap his wings around reader whenever they're close to him—even though they wouldn't be able to feel or see them.
If they're walking beside him? He'd wrap his wings around them.
If they catch him off guard by randomly hugging him? He'd freeze for a second, but then he'd pull them closer and then he'd wrap his wings around them. He would definitely stay like that until reader decided to pull away, being too scared to move —even the tiniest bit—in case he somehow ruined the moment with his awkwardness when it comes to human behaviours.
If they're tucked against his side while watching a movie? He'd wrap an arm and wing around them without saying a word.
If they wake up from a bad dream? He'd pull them into his lap, kissing the top of their head, mumbling something along the lines of "it was only a dream, you're safe. I've got you. I've got you," until they fall asleep again. He would then wrap his wings around them for the rest of the night and make sure they slept well.
