Title: Wait for me
Author: Castielific
Rating: Explicit
Words: 11 407
Tags: AU, Cop!Cas, Criminal!Dean
Summary:
Sheriff Novak is patrolling down Magnolia's street when he sees him: Dean Winchester, also known as 'the bane of his existence'. (...)
Castiel swears to himself and stops the patrol car. Whatever Dean is doing definitely isn't legal. As the town Sheriff's, it's Castiel's duty to investigate on why this man is precariously standing in front of an upstairs window in his undies.
Women's underwear, to be precise. Tiny, pink, lacy.
One thing is sure about Dean Winchester: he's never boring. Hell, there isn't a fortnight when he doesn't end up as the highlight of Castiel's night shift. Or day shift. Any shift, really. In a frankly impressive kind of way
Hi everyone! I’d like to introduce you to my Candy, Naiyara! She’s cuban american but was born in NYC. After High School, she spent a year at Anteros Academy, as an art major and then moved to Paris to study at the Ecole des Beaux-Arts. She is now, back at Anteros and studying to get a Masters in Modern Arts. After that, she’s thinking about studying makeup artistry at MUD but she’s still thinking.
She looks confident and some people say intimidating but she’s really a big Care Bear that cries as easily as a two year old. She can even cry for a commercial. Castiel teases her about that all the time. She teases him too, about a bunch of stuff, mostly how he goes full mode sugar daddy on his dog, Demon.
She’s got a great sense of humour and particularly enjoys dark humour, however she can burst out laughing for the most childish and ridiculous jokes too.
She’s a big movie and TV series fan. Horror, thriller and fantasy are her favorites, but she’ll turn her brain off for a good old action movie too. One thing Castiel NEVER understood is that if she starts a serie, no matter how bad it is, or how much she hates it, she has to finish it. She’s adores reading too but doesn’t find time to do so. She sucks at time management.
She likes to dance as well which she’s been practicing since she was a kid. Five years ago she also took on Kick Boxing because Paris is not as idyllic as it seems.
In Paris, she met an old friend from High School! @colombia-chan ‘s Evie!
Evie was in Paris studying Culinary and Pastry arts in a prestigious school and the two girls grew extremily close to the point of even sharing an appartment together!
Of course, that took a little time. Evie was like a little sister to Castiel and everytime Naiyara looked at her she thought of her ex-boyfriend. As she did everytime Rosalya or Alexy called.
She tried to keep Evie at bay, but she was spiralling and Evie noticed, having gone through something similar herself. She noticed how little Naiyara answered her friends from Sweet Amoris, even Nathaniel which she adored and saw how the young woman was slowly isolated herself. Evie insisted. She kept coming back, kept calling and didn’t take no for an answer.
In the end, Niayara gave up. Her walls came crushing down and she let her friend in.
With the help of Evie and a few years of therapy, she got herself together. She, however, never forgot Castiel and is determined to, if anything, at least win him back as a friend.
Now, a little background story :
In terms of flaws, her two biggest ones are the two deadly sins of relationships : she’s impulsive and has trust issues.
The reason for those trust issues are numerous. For starters, Naiyara was born out of adlutery. Her father cheated on his wife with Naiyara’s mother. This has always been one of Naiyara’s greatest shame. She often calls herself a “Bastard” and has the word tattoed across above her left breast.
She’ll say it “jokingly” and with a huge smile on her face but deep down it hurts.
Her father never acknoweledged her. She met him once when she was 5.
“She’s small.” Was all he said. He’d barely looked at the drawing she’d spent the entire previous day working on.
She’d called him several times after that. He’d answer. She’d tell him about her, about her dreams and aspirations, ask him questions. His answers were short. His tone, monotonous. She didn’t call too often though. He’d mentioned he was too busy for visits be it by her or from him, so, she didn’t want to bother him by calling too often. Just a few calls a year.
Until she was 12.
“Look kid, you’re very nice and all, and I get you want a relationship but I’ve got my own life and... Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t say anything before ‘cause you were too young to understand but now you’re older.... Look, I... I never wanted kids. I thought maybe now that you were here, it’d be cool but, the truth is, I’m just not interested. I’m sorry.”
And that was it. I’m not interested. I’m not interested IN YOU. YOU’RE NOT interesting. YOU ARE NOT LOVABLE.
The truth was out : Naiyara was unworthy of love. Her mother loved her because she didn’t have a choice. Naiyara stayed clear of friends. No point in being desappointed again. It’s not like she ever had any anyway and she was fine like that. She had her drawing, her writings, her worlds.
Her mother died two years after that. Her father didn’t take her in and she was put in foster care for two years until the State finally found her aunt Agatha who travelled a lot and hadn’t talked to her sister in over twenty years. She didn’t even know Naiyara’s mother had passed away.
That’s when she moved to Sweet Amoris at the age of 16. Hurt and somewhat traumatized by all that had happened, Agatha got Naiyara into therapy and little by little things started to change for the better. She now knew her mother had LOVED HER for no other reason than she was her daughter. For the first time in her life, she has friends. Obviously, never having had any, she was awkward but Rosalya, Alexy, Kim and Iris still loved her all the same. Even if she didn’t really understand the social rules that came with having friends. Towards the end of senior year, she even started dating a boy she adored : Castiel. However she still couldn’t believe that a man/boy could really loved her. She was pretty so, he probably just wanted her for sex. She should’ve broken up immediatly but she loved him and... At least he wanted her... For something, if anything. Maybe she could just make him wait, maybe that way, she’d get to spend as much time as possible with him.
A year passed and Castiel was still there. He wrote songs for her. He spent time with her, even after they’d slept together. Maybe...
But Castiel started gaining fame and that woke Naiyara’s demons.
Jealous people all around her fed the demons by telling her how Castiel would eventually cheat on her with a prettier, kinkier groupie. She didn’t want to believe it at first but the demon was stronger and he pushed her towards the worst decison of her life.
The day they broke up, Naiyara called Castiel. He was in concert in a nearby town. HE DIDN’T PICK UP. The concert must have been over for at least 15 minutes, why wasn’t he picking up?
“You know why.” Said the demon. Yes. She had to face the truth. She knew why.
When Castiel came home, she didn’t have the courage to tell him she knew, so she broke up and left.
Castiel never saw the tears blinding Naiyara’s vision as she walked back home.
Links to next chapters :
Chapter 2 Part 1 A Hell of a Concert : Five Years Later!
Chapter 2 Part 2 A Hell of a Concert : Confrontation!
I’ve edited this part. You might want to re-read it. Sorry, I’m writing as it comes so changes might come again. I’ll do my best to avoid them, as I know it can be annoying to re-read parts you’ve already read.
I’ll continue later, on a second post! Hope you liked it. Tell me what you think in the comment section! (don’t worry, this is will get a happy end and Naiyara IS fun to be with, she’s just a complicated bitch to date, haha)
Pairing : Winchesters, Reader. Cas and Chuck in there too a bit. Mentions of others. No real pairing here yet. It’s an unfinished series.
Word count : 1,651
A/N : I wrote this totally for me. Bits and pieces of me are in here. It’s one of those shower ideas I have.
Part 1 in Your fathers daughter.
You were enjoying the spray of the hot water. You were already washed and everything, and just enjoy the rest of the hot water while it lasted. Everyone was asleep, and that was the best time to just enjoy a shower. No kid needing to pee every 5 minutes, and the hot water tank was full again by then because dishes, and everyone else’s showers were already done.
You let out a sigh and tilted your head back. Suddenly there was no water hitting you. Furrowing your brows you opened your eyes, and saw a high ceiling. “What the-” You mumbled. This wasn’t your bathroom. The white tiled wall was gone and replaced with open space. Looking around, you noticed you were in a library. And there were two men sitting at a near by table. One, short hair with his back to you. The other, longer hair and facing you, but he was occupied with his laptop. “Uhm..” You said a bit louder, crossing your legs to hide yourself, and covering as much of your breasts as you could with your arms.
The longer haired one looked up, and his eyes went wide. “Uh… Dean?”
The other looked up at the man in front of him, then turned to you. “Oh shit. It’s not Christmas is it?” He teased with a smirk. Then he seemed to realize you were a stranger and his expression changed. “How’d you get in here.” His voice was hard.
“Uhm.. Can uh. Can someone grab me a towel?” You looked down, and there was a puddle forming at your feet. They just stared at you for a bit. “Please? Kinda naked here.”
“Oh, right. Hang on.” The long haired guy stood up and moved past you out of the room. The other man, Dean, just seemed to stare at you while you chewed your bottom lip and waited for a towel. “Here.” He gave you a shy smile as he held out a towel, and turned away so you cold wrap yourself.
“Uhm. Where am I?” You asked as you got the towel wrapped snugly around you. “And how the hell did I get here?”
“That’s what I’d like to know.” Dean watched you, now that you were covered.
“I’m Sam. This is my brother Dean.” He gave you a smile. “You have no idea how you got here?” You shook your head. “What do you remember?”
“I remember being in the shower, obviously.” You motioned to your wet self and started moving around the room. You figured maybe looking at the books could help keep the panic from settling in completely. “I closed my eyes, leaned my head back to enjoy the hot water, only suddenly the water was gone, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that.” You pointed to the ceiling. “How the hell will I explain this to my family…”
“Do you remember anything strange before this happened? Sounds, smells, people..”
You looked over at him. “I’m a stay at home mom and the only female in the house. Strange smells are a constant.” You gave him a small smile.
“You’re pretty calm for a mom ripped away from her family.” Dean said with narrowed eyes.
“Is panicking and losing my shit going to help at all? I mean, I’m obviously not in Kansas anymore.” You furrowed your brows at the title of one of the books. What kind of books were these?
“Actually. Lebanon.”
You turned to Sam. “What? Where?”
“Lebanon. Kansas.”
You started at him, then his brother. “Kansas? I’m in the fucking States?”
“That is where Kansas has always been..” Dean said sarcastically.
“Son of a bitch.” You groaned. “There goes my healthcare.” They stared at you confused. “I’m not American. And since I was in the shower, I don’t even have ID on me, let alone my passport. Fuck.”
“Uhm, how about I get you some clothes? Since we don’t know what happened, we don’t know how long you’ll be here.” Sam pointed out. “Uh, sweats and a shirt okay?”
You nodded, and he wandered off. When he came back, he put some clothes down on the table. “We don’t exactly have women’s clothes lying around..”
You turned and gave him a smile. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Dude, those are my sweats, what the hell Sam?”
“Dean, I’m well over a foot taller then her. She’ll fit better in yours.”
Dean rolled his eyes and mumbled a fine. “That better be your shirt.” It was Sam’s turn to roll his eyes.
Through their whole interaction, you grabbed the button up plaid shirt and did it up before reaching for the sweats. “Thanks.” You said softly.
Dean picked up his phone. “Cas? Hey we got a problem. Time to haul ass back to the bat cave.”
You looked at them worried. “If anyone can help, it’s Cas.” Sam gave you a reassuring smile. “Come on, lets find you a room just in case this takes a while.”
It was two days before Cas showed up. You heard the loud sound of the door and looked up from the book you were reading. An odd man in a trench coat came in, muttering apologies for taking so long. Something about this thing he had to take care of before he could start the drive.
When he stopped, and focused his attention on you, Dean introduced you to him. “Nice to meet you, I’m told maybe you can help figure out how I got here, and maybe help me back home since I don’t have any ID or passport.”
“You’re not from here.”
“Nope. Obviously not.”
“No, you’re not from here... Dean, we need to speak.” He turned and walked out.
Dean looked at you confused but followed. Sam not far behind him. “What’s going on Cas?”
“What has she been doing since she got here?”
Sam shrugged. “Not much. Reading, cooking. She only left the bunker when we had to go buy her some clothes so she wouldn’t be naked.”
“Mm.” Dean moaned. “She makes a mean breakfast. And a bad ass apple pie.” He smiled.
“She is not human.” Cas said matter of fact.
“WHAT?!” Dean looked at him like he was crazy. “Then what is she? We’ve tested her for everything Cas. Holy water, silverware.. the usual stuff. She reacted to nothing.”
“I don’t know. It’s hidden from me. She was previously in another universe, I know that. I will find what I can and return.”
After Cas had left, things had been weird with Sam and Dean. They were a bit distant. You didn’t know what he said to them, but some conversations stopped when you walked into the room. It only made you miss home more. You missed your kid, your boyfriend. You wondered how they were handling it without you. Who was getting your kid ready for school? Who was there to pick him up afterwards. Was he taking time off work to do it? You couldn’t afford that. Maybe his mom was helping out. Your mom must be out of her mind.
You plopped down in to the chair across from Dean with a sigh. Three days since Cas left. “Can someone please just tell me what’s going on? Whatever Cas said to you?” They looked at each other and changed the subject.
A few more days of your misery and Sam finally caved. “You’re from another universe. You don’t exist in this one. We can’t just drop you across the border. We need to figure out how you got here, who brought you here, and why.”
“I’d say Balthazar but, he’s dead. I mean, he sent us to an Alternate Universe once.” Dean shrugged.
“The demon from Charmed?” You looked at them weird.
“What? No? What?” Dean looked confused.
You chuckled. “Never mind. Maybe it’s not a thing here.” Dean still looked so confused. “It’s a show about witches. Sisters. Always 3 of them at one time, even though there’s 4. One of them married a demon named Balthazar.. Belthazor?” You shrugged.
“Man I hate witches.” Dean grumbled.
The boys opened up again, and you got pretty close in a short time. Two weeks. Two weeks too god damn long to be away from your family. But then Cas appeared in front of you, with a another man. As soon as his eyes were on you he smiled, like he hadn’t seen you in years.
“Dean! Sam!” Cas called out to them.
“Hey Chuck, you got answers for us?”
He nodded. “It’s good to see you again little one.” He smiled at you.
“Do I.. know you?” You looked at him confused.
“I know you.” He smiled. “You were too young to know me. I’ve been looking for you.”
“Why?”
“You are your fathers daughter. That’s why.”
You scoffed. “My dead beat dad? I-”
He shook his head. “Your real father.” His hand came out and touched your forehead. You felt a warm glow take over and suddenly you heard Sam and Dean gasp. You could faintly see golden wings off to yours sides before they faded away. “You have your fathers wings.” He smiled at you.
“Wha-”
“Gabriel, my mischievous little Arch Angel, fathered you and hid you. Balthazar helped him. Were you told the story of your birth from your mother?”
You nodded. “Yeah I.. I was-”
“A miracle.” You both said and he smiled.
“We both almost died. Emergency c-section. My mother woke up to a priest next to her and panicked. I had to be..”
“Stolen from the hospital. By your maternal grandfather.” You nodded. “The priest was Balthazar. Your mothers true child did die. Gabriel hid you from us, and your powers, and gave you to your grandfather when he came for you. But we need you now. It’s time to come home. It’s time to be who you were meant to be.”
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Pairing : Meg x Castiel, Vessel!Reader
Word count : 1,030
A/N : I had an urge to write Meg. This just came to me.
When the voice first came to you, you thought you were insane. So much so, that you checked yourself into a mental hospital. At first, you found peace. But soon, the voice returned, the medication doing nothing to quiet it.
“OKAY!” You yelled at it one night. “Yes, Fuck! If you’ll shut up, then yes!”
And just like that, your body was no longer your own. Someone else was there, and you realized, you hadn’t been crazy after all. You could do nothing as your body rose out of bed, walked to the front desk and checked yourself out.
It wasn’t long before you were checked into a motel. The entity that took over was happy you had a cell phone with your possessions. A call was placed, and a few hours later two men knocked on your door. “Cas?” The tallest asked.
“Yes.”
And again, just like that, you were traveling with them. In the back of a beautiful car, always moving, always hunting. And when they slept, it talked. Castiel was the angels name. And Cas would talk about anything and everything. Every bit of the last few millennia that he thought you might find interesting. Every night, between clearing up lies in the bible, and talk about things even historians had forgotten, he promised you this was just temporary, and that he’d protect you as best he could.
It was weird at first, having Castiel in there with you. There was so much that he saw as black and white, and yet, so much looked much more colorful. Everything held a new meaning. You began to see the world through his eyes, as he watched over it through yours.
Eventually she came along too. The demon Meg. The most beautiful creature you had ever seen, and that voice. You could listen to her for days. You loved how she looked at you when she called Castiel Clarence. Every touch, every look, even the snide remarks, you wanted more. So did Cas.
You could feel it. You could feel how Cas looked at her, how he felt. You felt it too. Inside, you were screaming. “Just be with her! Come on Cas, just tell her! I like her too, I won’t mind!” But Castiel never did. Just kept it quiet.
She did kiss him once. You can still feel her lips on you to this very day. If you’d have had control, you’d have kissed back, kissed again. But Cas had just stood there awkwardly, and by the time the angel got it together, she was pulling away.
And then she was gone again, with a promise of coming back. She was helping the boys find something. You were sad to watch her go, but that was when you’d gotten the kiss, so it wasn’t all bad. You hoped you were still around when she came back.
One night, there was a knock on the door. You moved to open it and there he stood. You’d never seen him before in your life, but you knew his name. “Jimmy.”
He smiled. “I’m ready, Castiel.”
And as quick as he’d arrived, he was gone. You were your own again. You looked up into Jimmy’s beautiful blue eyes as they flashed even brighter before settling again. “You were a good, strong vessel.” He praised. “Not many could hold me as you have. Thank you.”
“A-are you leaving?” It felt weird having control again. You felt like you had to relearn how to walk, how to move.
He nodded. “Yes. We need to continue to fight. You’re fight is done, little one. Go back” He reached out, his hand brushing the hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ear. You smiled at him, eyes struggling to stay open as everything went dark.
Waking up in the motel bed, you’d never felt so alone. Castiel was gone, and stepping outside, you noticed the Impala was gone too. Sighing, you realized you had no way to get back home. You headed back in, grabbed what few possessions you had, and checked yourself out of the motel.
That was all a long time ago, though it felt longer than it was. You accepted you’d never see any of them again. When you finally got back home, you decided to volunteer at the mental hospital. Maybe some of those crazy people weren’t as crazy as everyone thought. You had new knowledge thanks to Castiel, so you’d listen to their stories, finding grains of truth in their delusions. The staff didn’t mind, since it seemed having someone who really listened helped some of them to move forward in their treatment.
One day, you spotted Sam. He didn’t leave his room much, and he didn’t seem to notice you. You thought maybe he was on some kind of a case, and left him alone. He probably wouldn’t remember you anyways. You had been so insignificant in his life.
And then he was gone.
But not long after, you heard a voice you thought you’d never hear again. It stopped you in your tracks. You glanced down a side hall, and there she was. Beautiful as ever. “Meg.” You said her name softly, so much so that you barely heard it, but she did, and she turned.
She regarded you with uncertainty. Judging if you were a threat as she stood guarding a door. You stepped closer, but she raised a hand to stop you. “Who are you?”
“Y/N.” She shook her head, indicating she had no idea. “You called me Clarence.”
“I only ever called one being Clarence.” She watched you.
“I was his vessel.” You told her softly, holding your hands up and stepping closer. “I-I never thought I’d see you again.”
“Why are you here?”
“I volunteer. Ever since I found my way back from where they left me. I try to help people in the only way I know how. I can’t do it like he did, but I feel this need to.” You licked your lips. “Why are you here?”
She glanced at the door. “Watching over him.”
You stepped closer and looked in the window. “Jimmy?”
“Clarence.” She answered softly.
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A/N : The original authors note from 11 months ago read : “So, this is how last night went…” I wrote this while pregnant with Matrim.
Awkward adventures in sex Masterlist.
“Cum for Daddy, Kitten.” Cas’s voice was thick and low in your ear as your hips rolled against his hand. His fingers deftly moving over you clit bringing you closer and closer. You whimpered out a ‘Fuck’ as you gripped him tighter, your strokes slowing as your toes curled and your muscles tensed right before you came. Your hips bucked up as it rolled through you, and you could hear the smile on his face, in his breath as it hit your cheek.
You laid there panting as he worked you down, his lips meeting yours softly. “Good?”
You nodded. “Very.” you smiled.
He smiled, kissing you again. “My turn?”
You nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
He grinned. He had one day called himself Daddy in the bedroom, something he had seen in a random porn on Dean’s laptop once upon a time, and was glad to see you enjoyed it when it came out at the perfect moment.
“By the way.” You told him, as you shifted to get on your knees, elbow near his hip holding you up. “Your son doesn’t like being woken up to mommy shaking with one hell of an orgasm.”
He chuckled and grinned, a hand moving over your stomach. “He’ll get use to it.” He was so over the moon since finding out you were pregnant. He kissed you softly one last time before you took him in your mouth. He groaned softly, watching you.
It didn’t take long to get him close. Not on the edge, but close. He had your ponytail in his hand, his lips parted and he was panting as you bobbed up and down on the tip only and played with his balls. A curse escaped his lips, and you tried not to giggle. Cas cursing was always adorable, especially when you did this. It was probably his favorite. His hips moved slightly as his head went back, then suddenly his hips jerked slightly, and he let out an “Ow.”
You looked up, worried you had maybe tugged his balls too hard. “You okay?”
“I think.. something bit me? On my posterior.”
“Maybe I got you with my fingernail?”
He shook his head, and you moved to his side as he shifted around. His hand swept along the bed, under his ass. “No, I feel something. Cat claw? I think there was a cat claw stuck in the sheet.”
Just then, you heard a soft “Mrow” as the orange cat he had taken in jumped up on the bed, ignoring you and walking up Cas’s leg and onto his hip. “Preow.” the cat eyed him.
Cas sighed and laid back against the pillow. “You demand attention too, do you.” He smiled at the cat and began to pet it as it moved to his chest and sat, nosing at his chin.
“Attention whore.” you teased the cat as Cas pulled you closer too. You reached out and pet behind his ear. “I guess we’re done for tonight huh.” You looked up at Cas.
He nodded. “Yes. But we’ll have tomorrow.” He kissed you softly. “Hopefully, uninterrupted this time.”
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Rules: in a text post, list ten books (or series) that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard-they don’t have to be the “right” or “great”; works, just one’s that have touched you. Tag [ten] friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you tagged them.
1. Harry Potter Series by: JK Rowling
2. Dresden Files by: Jim Butcher
3. Codex Alera by: Jim Butcher
4. Discworld Series by: Terry Pratchett
5. Paper Towns by: John Green
6. American Gods by: Neil Gaiman
7. Magic Ex Libris (The Libriomancer series) by: Jim C Hines
