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For drabble/short fic: Dean overthinking (maybe even while talking to Cas) Balthazar's line from 6x17 "[...] the one in the dirty trench coat who is in love with you"
Anon I love you, this had me RUNNING 😂 its short, but I think it's cute, and it's kinda awkward, I hope you like it 💙
Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel
Words: ~900
Awkward fluff
Unbeta'd
Sorry, you have me confused with the other angel. You know, the one in the dirty trench coat who's in love with you.
The words spun around in Dean's brain, it was all he could think about. At first, he'd just rolled his eyes and had tried to forget about it, but the longer he'd waited, the more prominent Balthazar's words had gotten.
"Dean?"
"Huh?" Dean's gaze snapped up from the book in front of him and he looked at Cas, who was staring at him with a confused expression.
"Have you listened to anything I just said?" Cas asked, and Dean could feel his face turning hot.
"Sure, uh… dead person, lake…"
They were in the middle of working a case, and Dean knew he should focus, but whenever it got quiet, his brain jumped back to those words. What did they even mean? There was no way that Cas, a freaking angel of the lord, was in love with him. Not romantically, at least.
"... and the witness said that he acted strange before. Maybe he was possessed?"
Dean swallowed, internally punching himself for being so distracted, but he just nodded and hoped Cas wouldn't look right through him. He'd get the details from Sam later anyway.
"Is there anything wrong?" Cas asked all of a sudden, squinting and watching Dean closely, but Dean shook his head quickly.
"Nah, nothing wrong, everything's peachy. Just peachy. Go on, I'm listening," Dean muttered, even though he knew it was a lie.
"If you say so. The most confusing thing is, even though the victim was found dead in the water, there was no dirt on him. Not on his clothes, not on his skin, not anywhere."
Dirt. Dirty. Dirty trenchcoat. God, what the hell had Balthazar been talking about? Cas was the most blunt person ever, so surely he would've said something, right? If he was in love with Dean, he'd just blurt it out, like always. But he hadn't said anything, so it couldn't be true… could it?
"Are you in love with me?" Dean blurted out before he could stop himself, interrupting Cas, who was just trying to save people, again. Shit, he was so stupid.
Castiel's eyes widened for a split second, at least Dean thought so, but then he squinted.
"I don't see how this is relevant for the case, Dean," he answered, his voice completely calm, but Dean could've sworn he saw a faint blush coloring the angel's cheeks.
"Yeah, uh… sorry man, just… yeah, it's not. But uh… are you? Y'know. In love. With… me."
Way to go Dean, he thought as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew that he'd had a crush on the guy since the moment they'd met, but he hadn't dared to even -
"Dean, people are dying."
Right.
"Yeah, you're right. Sorry," Dean said, before a deep sigh escaped him. He probably wouldn't get an answer, which wasn't disappointing at all, nope. But… what if?
"But -"
"Yes."
Dean blinked.
"Yes?"
"Yes."
"So, you're…?" Dean was sure his brain had stopped working completely somewhere along the way.
"Yes, I am in love with you. Are you able to focus now?" Cas asked, his face completely neutral as always, but there was something in his eyes, something that told Dean the angel was just as nervous.
"Sure, yeah, focus, case. Got it."
Dean was able to focus for a total of three seconds.
"Okay, but… you're serious?" he interrupted Cas once again and Cas sighed, while he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He'd picked up on so many human things already, it was adorable.
"Yes, I'm serious. Are you done?"
As Castiel opened his eyes again their gazes locked, and Dean swallowed thickly. All or nothing, right?
"Actually, no. So… this love thing, is it - is it… romantic?" he stammered, his cheeks burning, but he didn't break eye contact. In fact, he couldn't, he was too mesmerized by the ocean of blue in front of him.
"Yes."
Oh.
"Oh," Dean choked out and lowered his gaze, his hands balling into fists on the table.
"I don't understand why this is something you need to know," Cas said, and his voice sounded different all of a sudden. Almost a little sad.
"I just… have to, alright?" Dean pressed out between clenched teeth, his heart doing flip-flops in his chest.
"Alright," Cas said, letting out another sigh, but before he could continue with the case, Dean opened his mouth again.
"It's just… me too. I think. Maybe. Dunno."
Now Castiel's head snapped up and he stared at Dean with wide eyes, his lips slightly parted, and God, Dean wanted to kiss him.
"You mean, you're…?" Cas couldn't finish the sentence either, just like Dean earlier, which made the hunter chuckle.
"Yeah, yeah I think so," he breathed, and suddenly the tension that had been in the room the whole time disappeared, and they both grinned at each other.
"That's… a surprise," Cas muttered, his cheeks flushing, and Dean laughed.
"Yeah," he answered, while he tried to get some air into his lungs. Maybe it was a good thing that he'd asked, after all.
"What do we - I mean how - "
"We're gonna talk, I guess. Later. Promise. I think we gotta finish a case first," Dean interrupted, and finally, the tension in Castiel's shoulders disappeared as well and he gave Dean a grateful smile.
This time when he started talking about the victim again, Dean was able to actually listen.
Sam helping you to change Bucky's phone setting, where it autocorrects I miss you to I hate you. Watch how he panics.
— Bucky had actually lied to you about the arrival time. He was arriving today and when he saw your last text, he immediately started panicking.
— The quinjet lands while Bucky pushes everyone aside and rushes to the tower. He's afraid you left.
— But he didn't know you were hiding in the bathroom, you were holding in your laugh while he was outside panicking. Slowly you came out and scared him.
— Bucky is confused, weren't you just mad at him? Why are you laughing? He had no clue but knew something was up.
— He immediately started apologizing to you, explaining it wasn't his fault. Even got on his knees, holding his ears.
— You immediately hugged and kissed him, told him it was a prank, where Sam helped you.
Now Sam has a death wish, Bucky will get his ass back and yours as well.
Both of your families were rivals; to bring peace, the eldest son got married to the youngest daughter. Despite being complete strangers, Bucky made things easier for you. For him, it was love at first sight. However, you opposed the idea of being with him since you had a boyfriend. Bucky refused to lose to thar scumbag of a man, especially knowing what he had done.
— He promised he'll kill to protect and he proved it. Your boyfriend did you wrong, betraying your family and he protected you.
— After knowing your boyfriend's reality, you despised him. You started falling for Bucky, unexpectedly finding him extremely hot.
— During your honeymoon, he took you to your favorite place.
— You guys never got out of bed but instead kept going at it.
— Surprisingly you had a high libido, which resulted in a baby.
— Bucky came from a big family, he also wanted a high amount of kids, only with you.
— When I tell you, this man is a sex God.
— He doesn't care about his pleasure but only for yours, doesn't stop until you cum at least 8 times. This gets you extremely high on pleasure, you love the feeling of being drunk on orgasms and Bucky.
— His main kinks are Breeding, Exhibitionism, edging, and voyeurism (watching you).
Description: Over summer, you signed up for table tennis not knowing what you were getting into.
Warning: Somewhat explicit?
A/n: As I said before, I have never written any fan fiction but I try my best and I do not use AI. You will know how awkward my writing sounds and that is something that AI can't do. Can someone actually comment and give me feedback. I also said this before, if you guys want you can develop these headcanons into full fanfics. I have no issue with that as long as you credit me for my idea.
— Over the summer, you desired to try out new hobbies. Lately you got into table tennis. Your sister suggested to sign up for table tennis lessons.
— You listened to her and sighed up immediately. You had no idea how things were going to go or who would help you.
— Benjamin Poindexter, also went by Dex was your table tennis coach.
— He was a sight for sore eyes, big and beefy. You immediately felt yourself blush and swoon over him. You had no idea how you were going to get over the practice.
— He would often help you, he'd come up behind you, stand close to your back and teach you the methods. Wearing short skirts would never help because you felt him through it.
— Dex wasn't dumb either, he realized you had a thing for him because he did too. He purposely riled you up, trying to see if you would fall for it.
— During your afternoon class, you guys were playing, it was all normal until he came near you to teach. He looked at you, up and down, eyes full of lust. While you bit your lip.
— You waited and waited for him to do something. Finally he did, he picked you up and threw you onto the table, ensuring you don't get hurt.
— He placed his hands everywhere, lips were on yours. His hands wandering down to your short skirt, and inside them. Finding you wet with slick.
— You were withering in his arms. Begging to be taken immediately, without wasting any time he unzipped his pants. You made the first move, grabbing his aching cock, lining up with your entrance as he pushed inside.
— He has a big cock, that made you cum many times over and over. Squirt as well.
— Makes your stomach have a bulge too, he can reach your cervix. A hung man with a hung smile and cock.
You're the spoiled daughter of a wealthy politician. Spending daddy's money without a second thought. Meanwhile, Wade is the son of your housekeeper. After his mother became extremely ill, he stepped up to work, taking care of the house. While working, he always sneaks glances at you, however you, take care of him, slowly falling in love.
— He's very easy on the eyes.
— Purposely cleans your room last, loves stealing your fresh pair of panties.
— It's forbidden love, your dad doesn't approve but heart can't give up what it wants.
— Wade is a very cunning bastard, while you tan, he sneaks glances at your body.
— Is nice with everyone but extra soft with you.
— Definitely takes his precious time to make you cum.
— His most favorite, pool sex.
— Doesn't look like he's kinky but with you he's open to everything.
— When your dad doesn't approve, you elope with him.
— Helps animals, which makes you fawn over him even more.
— I would say he looks very naive and innocent but in reality he isn't.
— After being in a long relationship, you guys marry with the blessing of his mom. Your dad comes around to the idea and accepts your marriage.
Description: Everything was going well until Elektra was killed by the only person Y/N loved.
Words: Around 526?
A/n: My writing is cringe but I tried my best with this one 😭. Remember I am a beginner writer.
He was looking at his phone, waiting for a text message from you. The room was dark but silent, his heart beating pitter-patter, filled with anxiety. Dex, placed his phone down, getting comfortable lying in his bed. He laid on your side. You were never coming back.
He brushed his hair away, as he stared into the ceiling in complete silence. You had taken everything, it wasn't supposed to be like that. Elektra was your sister, while Dex was your lover. He killed the only family that you had. She died in your arms, begging you to avenge her death.
Soon, Dex closed his eyes, his mind filling up with happy memories. He never knew happiness, he never knew love, or had a real friend. But he had found that in you. He regrets his actions, but nothing can bring you back. He drifts off to sleep, dreaming of you, of the memories he had with you.
Starting of flashback:
One memory include the time when he surprised for your birthday. You hated celebrating your birthday, but Dex made sure to make you feel special. When you were sleeping, he decorated the room, filling it with roses and candles. A big banner that said Happy Birthday, Y/N. And in the middle, table filled with your favorite breakfast, along with a small cupcake, with a candle.
He had woken you up with kisses, climbing on top. As he kissed all over your face, you smiled while mumbling his name. "Stop, Dex," you said as you laughed and grabbed his face, kissing him deeply.
Then he carried you out of the room, making sure you sat down. As soon as you got comfortable, he started singing happy birthday. Deep down, you never felt this before. No one makes you feel special. Your family was never there for you except for Electra. She has taken responsibility for you since you were 10. But even then, you never celebrated. This was all so strange to you.
Blinking tears back, you got up and jumped into his arms. Hugging him tightly, kissing him deeply. He brought up the cupcake, asking him to make a wish. You did not make any wishes but thanked the universe for giving you a man like him.
End of flashback:
The dream kept going, until he was shaken out of it, falling to the floor as he heard his voice screaming and begging for help. He started panicking, looking around the room. Check outside all areas if you were there. But he couldn't find you.
While you were lying in the middle of the street, a car that hit you fled quickly. Your blood pooled beneath you, near your head. Your body was full of pain as the old woman rushed to your side immediately calling for help. Your vision blurred and it felt harder to breathe. It made you feel as if you were drowning, the voices faded. Despite everything, the pain, and this accident, you thought of him. The man who made you feel loved, the man who gave you everything, the man who made you feel whole as the sirens grew closer and closer. You went unconscious.
