destiel but when castiel is human and gets embarrassed/annoyed/upset, instead of flying away, he does that dramatic ass thing where he tells dean to “let me out the car. i’ll walk.” and then like 10 minutes later, deans yelling at him through the window, at a slow craw as cas is walking down the street “dude i’m sorry okay? can you get back in the car?”
Participants: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Requirements: All observers should be over the age of sixteen and come to the study with an open mind
Let's put this theory to the test, shall we?
Castiel -
Cas gets even more unimaginably clingy. Once he experiences touch with you, how kind and gentle and perfect it can be, he craves it. In every setting. But when it comes to sex, he's a hell of a lot worse. He can hold your hand and stand ridiculously close to you in public, that's fine, sweet even, but when he gives you that look that you know means trouble, that's when it gets complicated. You can't count the number of times you've fucked in broom closet or bathroom stall. He doesn't really like quickies, he prefers to take his time and show you how he worships you through his touch, but when he always wants to feel every part of you and more, behind the back of an abandonded gas station is the only option some days. He sees his relationship with Sam and Dean to be extremely close and trusted, so he doesn't quite understand that he can't just haul you into his lap in the back of the Impala, despite his sound reasoning that if you're just sitting there for hours on end, you may as well enjoy yourselves. Dean might get on board with the idea, but that's a story for another day. Whenever you do have enough time to properly feel each other, his face is always pressed up against the side of yours or in the crook of your neck when he's been needy. When he feels that pull for you deep inside his vessel, he has to be as close to you as possible. He usually needs to look into your eyes, but when he's desperate for you, he just needs to feel as much of your skin against his as he possibly can.
Dean -
Dean is such a subby little thing. He goes one of two ways when he's desperate. Either he gets whiny, pressing up against you, playing with your hands when you're near him, leaving messy, wet kisses all over your neck and blabbering nonsense at you just so your pretty eyes will look at him- or he's a brat. He'll sass you any chance he gets, disobeying you in every small way he can, arguing with you over dumb shit just for the sake of it. He'll ask you why he has to pick up the towel he left on the floor, what difference it makes, why can't you just do it, everything he knows will piss you off. Just to work you up enough to slam him against a wall when you get back to your room. Enough to get you to use that tone that sounds like you hate him despite it being the exact opposite. Enough to get you to force him to beg and whine and cry for you to touch him, even for you to just let him rut pathetically against your foot, humping your leg like a fucking dog. When he needs you, he needs you. He needs you to fuck all the worthless thoughts out of his pretty little head and use him like your own personal stress-relief toy, and he fucking melts under your touch.
Sam -
When Sam gets needy, he craves you. It's animal, carnal, all-consuming and insanely hot. His desire is pure and raw and only for you. Nothing else will satisfy him. He just needs to slide into you, to come home. He'll bury himself inside you, all the way to the hilt, and just still for a moment. It's overwhelming like this, your wet heat wrapped around him, the feeling of your body pressed up against his, your sounds filling his ears like a sinful symphony. And when he moves, it's with everything he has and is. No shallow thrusts, no rocking of his hips, he's pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, making sure you both feel everything humanly possible. There are those few times where he'll let you take over, the days when he needs to get lost underneath you, but more often than not, what he really needs is to know he's enough for you. To know he can make you feel every pleasure in the world with nothing but his own body. After all, he'll always be the little kid trying to prove himself, no matter how many times you tell him he's more than enough. Which isn't always a bad thing.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Castiel is struck by his devotion to you. He's heard his name whispered in prayers for eons, but having it fall from your lips brings him to his knees.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ He follows you everywhere like a personal shoulder angel. When you're out of sight, he gets restless. He knows you need space but decides, "thirty minutes should be enough time alone," and then you'll hear the flutter of wings.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ He steals kisses all the time, and they're always impromptu. The Winchesters will be detailing your next hunt, and Cas will pull you close and plant one on you.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ You pulled him by the tie once, and he's still not over it. He felt so attracted to you afterward. He hopes you'll do it again.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Cas loves when the smell of your perfume lingers on his coat. He'll lift the lapel to his nose and breathe in, smiling softly. He scrunches his brow afterward, perplexed by his own behavior.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ Ask Cas for anything, and it's yours. Literally, anything. He cannot fight the impulse to please you.
⋆｡𖦹°‧★ The Winchesters walked in on Cas holding your hand while you slept. Sam shook his head and muttered, “Whipped.” Dean snorted. “Absolutely whipped.”
When Castiel shows up at Dean’s bar in Heaven, Dean immediately runs to him, punches him, and says “that’s for dying on me.” Then, before Cas can recover, Dean grabs him by the lapels of his trenchcoat and kisses him. They break apart, Cas wide-eyed and reeling, and Dean whispers into the inch of space between them “That’s for loving me, too”
𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
⤷ Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby, Gabriel, Lucifer, Crowley.
☾‧₊˚ ⋅ ― gender neutral reader. no description of features. no mentions of size, race or age.
𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧
Affection Type: Protective & Physical
Dean shows love through acts of service and physical affection, even if he pretends he's not a softie.
He doesn’t say “I love you” out loud—not often, anyway—but you hear it in the way he wraps an arm around your shoulders when you're walking to the car. He always positions himself between you and danger, even if it’s just a rowdy bar. His hand finds yours under motel covers, rough thumb stroking the back of your palm like it’s the only thing grounding him. He calls you “sweetheart” or “baby,” but only when it’s just the two of you, like the words are sacred.
𝐒𝐚𝐦
Affection Type: Gentle & Verbal
Sam shows affection through listening and words of affirmation.
With Sam, it’s in the way he remembers everything you’ve ever told him—from your favorite tea to that obscure book series you liked as a kid. He checks in constantly, not out of paranoia but genuine care. “How are you really doing?” he asks, eyes soft with concern. He holds your face like you’re made of glass, kisses your forehead more than your lips. He tells you he loves you—quietly, sincerely—like it’s a prayer.
𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐥
Affection Type: Awkward & Deeply Devoted
Cas shows love through devotion and trying to understand humanity—through you.
He watches you when you sleep, not in a creepy way, but like he’s studying a piece of art he’ll never fully comprehend. “Your presence is… comforting,” he says one night, voice almost embarrassed. He doesn’t always get the social cues, but he tries—bringing you coffee with the exact amount of sugar you like, because “Dean said humans find that romantic.” When he kisses you, it’s slow and reverent, like he’s memorizing you.
𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲
Affection Type: Grumpy but Golden-Hearted
Bobby shows affection through tough love and acts of provision.
“Idjit,” he mutters when you get hurt, but his hands tremble as he wraps your wound. He’ll never say the L-word, but you wake up to breakfast on the table and your car fixed, and you know that’s his version of a love letter. When you’re upset, he sits next to you in silence until you speak, then listens like it’s the most important intel he’s ever gotten. “You’re family,” he says once, low and gruff. You know what he means.
𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥
Affection Type: Playful & Surprising
Gabriel shows love through humor, gifts, and chaotic affection.
One minute you're arguing about what to watch, the next you’re in Paris eating macarons—because apparently, Netflix arguments call for surprise teleportation. He teases you mercilessly, but never crosses a line. “Can’t take you anywhere without making me fall harder, huh?” he grins. But then there are the quiet nights too, when he dials it all down just to hold your hand in the dark, whispering jokes until you fall asleep smiling.
𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫
Affection Type: Intense & Possessive
Lucifer shows affection with obsessive protection and raw honesty.
Loving you is the one thing that makes him feel even remotely sane. He touches you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, like your existence proves he’s not completely lost. “They think I can’t love,” he says, gaze burning. “But I’d burn down Heaven and Hell for you.” His version of affection is laced with danger, but also unwavering loyalty. You’re his. Not in a controlling way—at least, not when he’s calm. But he’s working on it. For you.
𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐲
Affection Type: Snarky & Strategic
Crowley shows love through clever manipulation and unexpected sincerity.
He buys you absurdly expensive gifts and pretends he doesn’t care if you like them—but side-eyes you until you compliment his taste. “Darling, if you ever tell anyone I care, I’ll deny it until Judgment Day.” But then he appears out of nowhere when you're in danger, burning through enemies like they're made of paper. “You matter to me more than you should,” he murmurs one night, hand warm on your back. It’s not romantic fluff. It’s real.
Cas likes his hair being pulled while eating you out
The way the angels tongue had you in your place- thighs pushed apart with large palms, strings of moans and breathy words that spilt from your mouth had him even more eager to please.
But when castiel brushed the tip of his tongue to your clit, kitten licks pressed the sensitive spot which sent electricity from your head to your curling toes. The sensation had your hands find his hair, fingers starting to tangle in his brown strands.
He let out a low groan- one that sent vibrations through your clit- as your fingers tightened around his strands, Cas couldn’t help but roll his hips, grinding himself along the soft sheets beneath…
“Keep pulling… please.” He pleaded, eyes flicking to meet yours, lips wrapping your clit as he began to suck gently on it.
You called his name, squirming and grinding your pussy on his face- holding his head exactly where he needed to be. Cas could feel himself slipping to the edge of his own orgasm, his grinds getting more desperate, needy…
“I’m close- cas-“ you whined, pulling even harder, feeling his groan against you which in turn sent you over the edge - toes curling and back arching off the mattress, fingers never relaxing their grip- and Cas was done for.
He came hard, hips jutting on the mattress as he rode himself through his high- slowing down his lips and tongue before sitting up, breathing deeply with his sticky, messy abdomen on display.
“Look what you do to me.” he whispered, breathing a soft laugh out as he watched you grin in satisfaction, sitting up to face him.
“Watching you come from that alone… I’d pay to see it again.” You smiled, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.
“You don’t- have to pay… what’re you talking about?” Cas cocked his head like he always did, the confusion imbedded in the crease between his eyebrows.
You let out a giggle, pecking a kiss to that crease. “A joke, I know I don’t have to… and I’m glad to be getting all of you for free.”
castiel + discovering how much he loves the reverence of sex (he’s been cast out and frowned upon by the other angels, this dude needs some praise)
✶ match box 08 — 3k follower event.ᐟ
✦. ─ cw: castiel x fem!reader, 1.9k wc, smut | 18+, praise [both ways], unprotected sex education.
— mixed with this other request, they both wanted praise w/ cas so why not 1 fic where both cas + reader get praised both deserve it!
Everything Castiel knew about sexual relations came from Dean or porn. Neither are all that reliable of sources, God doesn’t exactly give his angels a sex ed class. Therefore to him the act of sex seemed to be a theatrical messy thing humans did for the fun of it, and well he’s half right. He learns with the direction yours and his relationship was progressing, the next natural step was sex (according to dean, why is he listening to him again? he forgets)
So when Cas appears in your bedroom with a “Hello” that scares you shitless, and he’s dressed in a pizza man costume—you are a little beyond confused. “Uh hi my love, why-” you can’t hold back a chuckle, “Why are you all dressed up?” you question. “So we can have sex” your face grows hot at his words and you have to put down your phone to give him your full attention. “Do you want that?”
“Dean says it’s the next step to our bond” he states it like it’s a fact, “Cas, I don't care what Dean says” you sigh softly, grabbing his hand to pull him to sit down on your bed. “Do you want to have sex?” you ask again. He tilts his head in that endearing way he does when he doesn’t seem to comprehend something, you continue on. “Just because Dean told you our relationship should be at that step, doesn’t mean we have to have sex” you explain further, intertwining your fingers with his.
He’s always liked just holding your hand, feeling the warmth of your skin in his palm. “I think I want to, it looks to be fun” he states plainly, looking down at your hands together. “My love, it’s okay if you don’t nothing bad will happen” “And i want you to know you want it not just think it” now he’s confused again, “How do i know?” he asks.
“You know how sometimes when we kiss, it goes on for a while and I occasionally climb in your lap?” “Yes, I like when that happens” you swear your thermostat isn’t set that high so why is your room so hot all of a sudden. “And does anything ever feel-” you pause to think of how to explain arousal to an angel, what is your life. “Tingly? Or like it’s getting hard?”
The way his brows furrow show you he doesn’t completely understand you. “Like between your legs” you add on, he recalls in porn how they sometimes show the thing between the human males legs gets bigger and stiff. He replays in his head, the last time the two of you were kissing and when your hips kept rubbing in his lap, his body seemed to like that a lot.
“Yes” he nods, that weird buzzing feeling runs under his skin now, he doesn’t know what exactly causes it. “That’s being aroused, and do you ever feel like you want something more when that happens?” he’s already nodding before you really finish the sentence.
slick settled in your core at his answer, “Then yeah- yeah we can have sex my angel” you coo a bit out of breath, “Just…one last question?” he’s quiet in loo of waiting for it. “Why the costume?”
“Is a pizza man uniform not a customary part of sex? all the males in those pornographic videos have one” “But I would like to not be as rough as they are, that part does not seem fun” you laugh softly and shake your head side to side, “The costume is just for porn, actual sex is usually different—no, no uniforms necessary and we can go at your pace”
He feels a tad silly now but your laugh makes him body heat up in that odd feeling you talked about “How do we begin?” you let go of his hand and he feels himself pout a bit at the loss of contact to you. It is quickly remedied however when you climb into his lap, his hand instinctively grabbing onto your hips. “We start with foreplay” “Getting the other person worked up, it can be a bunch of different things but how about we stick to what you like? Kissing” you prompt and all Cas does is nod his head. You smile softly in return and place your arms over his shoulder, the silly outfit is still making you want to giggle but you can focus.
Leaning in as you close your eyes as your lips meet his, he responds immediately by doing the same, the kiss quickly heating up with passion, yeah the angel has this down. He rather thinks he’s good at this part. “There we gooo” you giggle a little in praise dragging the vowel to the last word as it morphs into a content hum.
“I like when we do this” he states again even if it doesn’t need to be reiterated, he’s a bit breathless as he says it against your mouth, your hips grind down a little on their own accord. “I can tell, you’re already hard my love” you moan out softly, the noise being the most beautiful sound Cas thinks he’s ever heard in his millions of years. “What- mm what is that next step?” he questions, not wanting to pull away so his words are mumbled into the kiss still.
You however do, nipping at his bottom lip, making a shudder run down his spine as eager blue eyes watch your face—taking in your swollen spit coated lips and lidded eyes. “The next part is where clothes come off” you explain as you hook your fingers under his silly uniform shirt, waiting on his go ahead to continue.
“Please” is all that leaves his lips. You nod softly and tug his t-shirt up and off his upper body, fingers quickly working at undoing his belt and the buttons to his khaki pants. “Aren’t you gonna get undressed too?” he asks once you have him beneath you clad in nothing, his cock twitching in interest, pre-cum already leaking from the reddened tip. “Thought you’d like to be the one to do that angel, if not-” his hands are already grabbing at your shirt, mimicking your motions and stripping it from your body. Your jeans soon join the growing pile of clothing on your bedroom floor, Cas hovering over your body as you laid back on your comforter. “Such a quick learner baby” you coo, raking your fingers through his hair. He strips you of your panties no issue but stalls at your bra, “How-” "There's a clasp at the back, hold on” you aid him by undoing it behind your back, letting the straps fall down your shoulders a bit but allowing him to pull it off completely.
Moving your body a bit, you spread your legs revealing everything to Cas, his eyes can’t help but trace over every part of your naked body. Your bare breasts that rise and fall with each breath you take, the line of your waist down to your hips, and your sex nestled between your thighs that aches at his attention.
Before you can prompt him on the next step, he says your name, making you look up at his face, “Yes love?” "God took his time with you" your heart damn near skips a beat, the way Cas states it as a fact makes you lose your breath a bit. “As he did with you” you state matter of factly, even if Cas doesn’t completely believe you. He moves on his own between your parted legs, his cock pressed to the mound of your pussy, making your hips buck up a bit. “I’ve seen this next part but I want you to do it” shaking your head in understanding you wrap your fingers around the base of him, making him pant out. Dragging him through your soaked folds til your slick collects at the tip, stroking your hand up and down his shaft to coat him in it as lubrication. “A- Ahh” he moans out softly at the small stimulation, “Feels good or bad?” you prompt as you can’t completely with his scrunched up expression.
“Feels new- but good” he huffs out, eyes tracking each stroke of your hand. “Want to be inside” he mumbles out, his thumb coming down to push through your folds aimlessly. You whine a bit at his action, as he manages to somehow brush over your clit with each drag of his thumb.
Grabbing a hold of his hip to pull him closer you line his cock up with your entrance fully prepared to push him in on your own but once his tip pushes at your hole Cas takes over, getting the hang of things by jutting his hips forward fully, til his cock is inside you to the base.
“Oh fuck!” you cry out, “Did i hurt you?” Cas assesses with worried eyes over your body, watching the way your thighs spasm a bit either side of him. “No, no s’ okay just was a lot all at once”
He leans down to kiss at your shoulders and over your face “M’ sorry” he whispered against your skin “Feels so good, like i can feel your heart beat, i like how close we are” he mumbled before lifting back up, holding onto your hips. “Can- Can we continue?” you feel so full and your head already so fuzzy all you can do is use your hand on his hip to push away his body. He pouts for a second thinking you don’t want to until you push him forward again and by the second time you do it, he picks it up. Pulling his own hips back again before thrusting forward at the steady pace you set.
Your head tips back and a moan falls from your mouth when he manages to hit your g-spot dead on by his fourth thrust. “Right- Right there don’t stop please angel feels so good” you cry out. he listens intently and keeps his thrusts aimed at that spongy spot deep inside you.
“You’re doing s’ well my love” you praise, nails raking down his chest, the other leaving his hip to grip at your sheets as your body arches off your bed.
“You’re making me feel so good” “Feel so close to you and s’ loved” he whimpers out, watching the way your sex engulfs his cock with each thrust inside as praise falls from his lips. “Look so pretty under me, wanna do this again can we please do this again?” he blabbed out his hips speeding up the tighter the pit of his stomach feels, he thinks that's a good feeling he’s supposed to chase he’s not sure. Either way he now understands why humans do this and get addicted, it feels like the purest form of love. “Yes we can love, shit, yes. God yes” “Gonna make me cum baby” you whimper out, pussy clenching down on him.
“Is that good?” he inquires, not stopping his deep and hard thrusts. “Yes!” you damn near scream out not in frustration but pleasure. Your orgasm hits you head on and you clench down hard around his cock, making him release a strangled moan as your pussy milks his own orgasm out of him.
With little unrhythmic ruts of his hips, he spills ropes of cum inside you “Good boy” you coo once your breathing evens out, rubbing circles on his waist. “I- Think I also came…was i supposed to?” he pants out after regaining his own breath, you giggle a bit. “Yes love, means it felt good for you too, s’ a good thing” he nods along to your words.
— i’ve never written cas til now + i rushed this near the end so to me this sucks but i hope i did your request justice, so very sorry if not. I also didn’t really proofread this.
Dating Castiel feels like being quietly, constantly chosen. He doesn’t announce it, doesn’t make a show of it—but he’s always there, always just a step closer to you than anyone else, like gravity itself shifted slightly in your favor. He's more rigid around others, but he always lingers when it comes to you. He still doesn't understand personal space, though.
Castiel doesn’t understand at first why he notices everything about you: the way your voice changes when you’re tired, the exact pattern of your footsteps, the little habits you repeat without thinking. He just knows that when something about you is off, he feels it immediately, like a disturbance in something sacred.
He doesn’t flirt in any recognizable way. He’ll just stare at you a second too long, step into your space without realizing it, or say something completely sincere that hits harder than any practiced line ever could. “You look… very good,” he says once while you are just standing there, frowning slightly like he’s not sure it’s enough.
He also doesn’t get human affection at first, not fully. The first time you hug him, he goes stiff—arms hovering awkwardly before slowly, carefully wrapping around you like he’s afraid you might break. After that, though, he seeks it out in small ways. A hand on your shoulder, fingers brushing yours and standing close enough that your arms keep touching.
He learns your routines and inserts himself into them without asking. Making your coffee exactly how you like it, sitting beside you during quiet moments or walking with you instead of disappearing the way he used to.
He doesn’t say I love you right away. When it finally comes, it’s awkward, hesitant, like the words don’t quite fit in his mouth yet. “I believe… I am experiencing something humans describe as love.” And then, softer: “It is… you.”
Jealousy is something he doesn’t recognize at first; he just feels this tight, unfamiliar tension when someone stands too close to you or looks at you too long. He won’t interrupt, won’t make a scene—but afterward, he’ll be quieter, more watchful, like he’s trying to understand why it bothered him so much.
Castiel doesn’t laugh often, but with you, it starts to happen more. Small, quiet things at first: barely there smiles, a soft exhale that almost counts as a laugh. And every time it happens, he looks a little surprised, like he didn’t expect himself to feel that. He also doesn’t always understand humor, but he likes yours. Even when he doesn’t get the joke, he watches you laugh and decides that’s enough.
When he kisses you, it’s slow and intentional, like he’s learning something important. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t take more than you give; just follows your lead until he understands, until it becomes something natural between you.
Castiel listens to you like everything you say matters, even the small things. Especially the small things.
He learns pet names slowly. At first, he just says your name, all soft, careful, like it’s something precious. But over time, he starts trying. “My… love,” he says once, uncertain. And when you smile, he remembers.
He doesn’t think of love as something loud or dramatic. To him, it’s this: staying when he could leave or choosing you, over and over, without question. And if anyone ever asked him what it feels like to be with you, he’d pause, searching for the right words, before settling on something simple and certain: “It is… peaceful.”
