An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: Godstiel - Freeform, Post-Arc: Godstiel | Castiel With Purgatory Soul Power (Supernatural), Smut, Kinktober, Kinktober 2025, Castiel's Angelic Grace (Supernatural), improper use of angelic grace, Size Difference, Castiel's True Form (Supernatural), Human Dean Winchester, Monsterfucking | Teratophilia, godstiel is the monster, he's big, and uses his grace on Dean for nefarious purposes, Rimming, Anal Sex, Mildly Dubious Consent, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Castiel is God and wants to be treated accordingly, Forced Orgasm, Sexual Overstimulation, Coming Untouched, Dirty Talk
Series: Part 10 of Decaf's Kinktober 2025
Castiel has become God, Dean tries to have a talk with him, but ends up learning how to worship properly.
Aka
Godstiel is a monster & Dean is a monster fucker (unbeknownst to himself until now)
#wipwednesday time!! dean's seven here, sam is three, and this is the aftermath of john using dean as bait for the first time :))
once again, this fic is a retelling of the weechesters upbringing w cas thrown in to spice things up (and eventual deancas endgame, and yes this is going to be a series oops), based on @leviathancas 's post (x). all content related to this fic will be tagged #hci verse !
live text under the cut:
By the time Dad and Dean get back to the motel, Dean still hasn’t been able to stop shaking. He’s doing his best to tamp it down, to not let Dad or Sammy see the fear still clinging to him, but no matter what he does it just won’t stop.
Dad immediately sits down at the motel desk and starts in on his journal, just like he does after every hunt. Dean can’t do more than slip into his pyjamas and crawl into bed, pushing himself back against the headboard to have something solid at his back while he scans the room nervously.
Everything is fine, he tells himself, you’re fine and Sammy’s fine and Dad is fine. Stop being a baby. You’re fine.
He’s still trembling when Sam clambers into bed after him, giving him one look before crawling into his lap determinedly. Dean just watches it happen, detached, as Sam wiggles down and gets comfy, leaning back against Dean’s chest. Once settled, he grabs Dean’s arms and wraps them snugly around himself. He nods then, and pats Dean’s arm in comfort.
“Okay, Dee,” Sammy says, tipping his head back against Dean’s chest to look up at him. Dean blinks back, panic edging from his chest as his breaths come a little steadier. “Okay?"
Dean’s arms tighten around him and he buries his face in Sammy’s hair, sucking in a deep breath.
“Yeah, m’okay, Sammy,” he mutters. Sam nods underneath him, and taps out a little beat on Dean’s arms, humming like Dean still does sometimes to get Sammy to sleep. Tears prickle in Dean’s eyes and he holds on tighter, and Sammy just sits there and lets him.
Eventually, Dean slides down beneath the covers, Sammy still snug in his arms. Sammy nuzzles close with a yawn, and tucks his head under Dean’s chin.
“Night-night, Dee,” Sammy whispers.
“Night, Sammy,” Dean whispers back, and he holds him, safe in his arms, as they drift off to sleep.
Here is leviathan Cas and Casifer. Misha did such a good job in his portrayal of Lucifer Credit: @/ mah81164 {Tags for my overlord} #mishacollinsistheoverlord #mishacollins #leviathan #leviathancas #castiel #cas #cass #casifer #lucifer #angel #angelofthelord #supernatural #spn #supernaturaledits #castieledit #tags
it's #wipwednesday! this snippet takes place a few years earlier than last week's; instead of running away to flagstaff as a teenager, sam runs away when he's nine, after a traumatic event the day before (and also the first appearance of cas). dean recruits bobby to help him find sam, because, y'know, sam is nine
just as a reminder, this fic is an au, retelling the weechesters upbringing (but not making it better, sorry) with cas thrown in to stir things up!! fic was inspired by @leviathancas 's post (x), and is looking to be. oh. idk. 25k maybe by the time it's done it was supposed to be 10k idk what happened
all content related to the fic will be tagged #hci verse
live text under the cut!
Bobby finds him three days later on the outskirts of Flagstaff, deep in the woods just as dusk is beginning to fall. His face is swollen, his leg aching and head throbbing as he stumbles along the edge of the highway.
He exhales shakily as the car screeches to a halt ahead of him, and nearly falls to his knees in relief and exhaustion. He hasn’t slept since Dad had torn him out of bed, and has barely eaten, too intent on finding Sammy before something else found him.
“Dean!” Bobby calls and rushes towards him, yanking him into his arms and holding him close. Dean lets his eyes close in relief, before Bobby is pulling away. “You all right, kid?” he asks, holding him out at arms’ length and looking him over in concern.
Dean nods shakily, sucking his lower lip between his teeth to keep steady.
Bobby purses his lips and sighs, exasperated, but doesn’t say anything. “No, you ain’t, ya idjit. But let’s get going, find your brother. Come on.”
Dean sags against him as Bobby helps him limp to the car, relishing in the brief contact. He wants more than anything for Bobby to just hold him for a minute, tell him everything is going to be okay, but Dean's a big boy and that kind of comfort doesn't come around as often anymore, if ever. He's a man now, and he needs to act like it.
Tears spring to his eyes as he tips into the passenger seat, sighing in relief as he settles, eyes closed. His feet hurt so bad. Everything hurts so bad, and Bobby is pulling away to round the car for the driver's seat, and Dean doesn't know that he's any closer to finding Sam than he was three days ago.
“All right,” Bobby says, pulling out from the shoulder. “Any idea where he might be?”
Dean hesitates, pursing his lips. Bobby spares him a concerned glance as Dean tugs a map out of his back pocket and spreads it across his lap. There are too many campsites around Flagstaff, too many places for a little boy to hide, that Dean doesn't know where to pick up.
Hide or get eaten, his brain provides helpfully.
Shut the hell up, he counters, and points towards a cluster of cabins he hadn't made it to yet, settled in the trees a half a mile from the road. He catches Bobby's gaze and shrugs helplessly.
"That's all right," Bobby says gently as Dean stays quiet, turning his gaze out the windshield. "We'll start there then."
