#meeting dean

[dessertbird]

Daily Destiel 💙💚

Human Cas - Steve. ☺️😊❤️

[supernaturalfreewill]

“Fuck,” you groaned, coming back into consciousness. Your head was throbbing and you could feel the burn and sting of a cut across your cheek. You shifted on the hard seat you were in and that’s when you realized there was cold metal against your wrists. Your hands were handcuffed behind your back. You tested their tightness but could immediately tell they were too snug for you to slip out.  That’s when you heard the shuffling and rustling nearby and looked up to see a man peering at you. “You’re awake. Good.” His voice was deep and a little gruff. “Now you can tell me who the hell you are and why you were skulking around here.” You only stared back at him, trying to blink away the blur in your vision. “I wasn’t skulking,” you said, somewhat weakly. “Who the hell are you?” you countered.  “I asked you first.” You stayed silent for a moment and glanced around the room, looking for any clues as to whether this guy was really friend or foe. That’s when you saw what was laid out on the table near the door; rock salt granules littered the table top and there was a flask you had a hunch contained holy water. Your eyes snapped back over to him. He was fingering the hilt of a knife. You nodded toward it. “Is that silver?” you asked him. His eyebrows lifted. “...why do you ask?”  “You know why.” It seemed like you had a bit of a stalemate. You were really hoping your gut instinct was correct. “You’re a hunter. So am I. I swear. If you didn’t already, you can test me.”

“Just because you aren’t a monster doesn’t mean we’re on the same team here,” he said, some mistrust still in his shockingly green eyes.

“Why the hell else would I be wandering around in this shithole? I’ve been on the trail of this nest for weeks,” you urged.

His lips formed a small frown for a moment and you could see that he was considering you carefully, trying to read you, assessing if you were being truthful.

“Look--call Garth! He knows me! Ask him.” A flash of surprise lit his face. “You know Garth?” “I’m a hunter. Of course I know Garth. I knew Bobby too...” A few minutes later, having called Garth to check your story the man returned and immediately pulled out a handcuff key. You hung your head back and shut your eyes. “Thank God,” you muttered. You rubbed your wrists as soon as he had released you. He stepped back and surveyed you and for the first time you allowed yourself to realize that he was ridiculously good looking...  “Sorry about that. Just--can’t be too careful, you know?” You nodded. “I know. I guess we’re on the same job,” you said.  “Guess so. I’m Dean,” he said holding out a hand. You stared at him, wide-eyed. “...Dean? As in, Dean frickin’ Winchester?” “Uhh... yeah. Guilty,” he muttered. He was looking down toward his boots and seemed a little uncomfortable at your obvious surprise. He never really knew how people would react to his name in the hunting community. “Holy fuck,” you said. This made him laugh and he gave you a crooked, boyish smile. “Sorry--I don’t mean to gawk. I just... I’ve heard some crazy shit about you and your brother.” He nodded, his lips pressing together in a thin line. “Yeah, well... don’t believe everything you hear.” He shoved his hands into his pockets a little awkwardly. “Listen, I’m really sorry about knocking you out and contemplating icing you.” You laughed nervously. “It’s alright. If I had gotten the jump on you I probably would have considered doing the same thing. Better you caught me than one of those vamps...” “True.” He licked his lips, which you found extremely distracting. “Hey, what do you say we tackle this nest together? My brother is out of town on another job and I think it’ll take two of us.” “I’m in.” You were hunting with Dean frickin’ Winchester. What was going to become of this?

[imkylotrash]

Imagine: Returning from Hell with no idea how and the first thing you do is find Dean because he needs to know you’re alive.

Hell is not fun. Just so you know. So to keep yourself sane, you need something to hold onto. And you held onto the fact that you couldn’t go without seeing Dean one last time. But now you’re standing in front of what supposedly is where the Winchester brothers live. And you’re scared to go in because it’s been two years. Dean would have every right to move on, but you’re hoping he hasn’t. 

“Here goes nothing,” you whisper entering the bunker. They really should lock up better. 

“Hello,” you call out and seconds later you’re staring at a gun. You can hear his heavy breathing and you know he’s hurting.  

“Put the gun down,” you whisper feeling your throat close up. Your eyes sting but you refuse to cry. 

“Baby, put the gun down. It’s me,” you repeat knowing that he can’t take any chances. You might as well be a demon now, but you’re not. 

“Remember that time when the storm cut off electricity and we filled the whole room with candles? And you fixed up a picnic inside. It was like we were the only two people alive,” you say and finally he lowers the gun. 

“How’s this possible?” he asks in a shaky voice. A single tear escapes the corner of his eye, but he tries hard to not show his emotions. 

“I don’t know. I have no idea why I’m not still in Hell, but I’m here now,” you say taking his hands in yours, “and I’ve missed you like crazy.” He chuckles softly pulling you in for a tight hug. For a long time you just stand there. 

“I am never letting you go again.”

XX

[dessertbird]

Castiel Day 😇❤️

What’s the matter?

You don't think you deserve to be saved?

[dessertbird]

Castiel Day 😇❤️

I‘m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.

[misskassiepierce]

letsraisealittleperdition:

He actually didn't know what to say, some of it was true, sure, but he'd never really been called out on it before and then she was walking away. It wasn't like him to chase after someone, but damn was she feisty, and he needed to rectify his words. He stood there for a minute and then jogged to run in front of her, arms up so he didn't frighten her "Hey, first of all I don't need women to beg." He sighed with his wrong choice of words "I don't think you're dumb- I just called you smart, didn't I-, and I'm not aiming to get you in bed with me. I won't even try, I swear." He could have kicked himself. "I have this thing with speaking before I think, my brother calls it "foot-in-mouth" disease, but I'm not a bad guy, just a little too quick with my words." 

He dropped his hands "You don't wanna be hit on, that's fine, I can be nice. Let me make it up to you. Innocent meal. Hell, you might even find I'm decent under this stupid man brain of mine."

Half of her had expected him to run after her, because that followed along with the stereotype, so when he did finally catch up with her, she wasn't all that surprised, and she would have just kept on walking if he hadn't stopped in front of her. However, the first thing out of his mouth and she was ready to blow him off again, but he was blocking her. Kassie huffed a small breath, before crossing her arms again and allowing him to explain himself. As he did, however, Kassie's expression softened until the point where she was feeling slightly guilty for responding like she had. This was why she didn't like snap judgements. After he was finished speaking, she was quiet for a moment before she groaned a little. "Oh, you can't make me feel bad for what just happened," she exclaimed, whining just a tad. "Aw, come on! That comeback was brilliant!" She stood there for a moment, as if she was debating, before sighing heavily. "Alright, fine," she muttered, giving in. "That was rude of me. I apologize. I just..didn't like how you thought you had me all figured out...which you don't by the way."

[misskassiepierce]

Dean smiled, cutting it short and looking down to recollect his straight, serious face. There was still a bit of amusement in his eyes when he looked back up at her "Oh, you're one of those girls." He smiled, licking his lips before continuing the thought "Hard to impress-- Makes you smart, and you're hot to boot.. Join me, and I'll tell you exactly why you should be impressed by what I do." He eyed the diner nearby before looking back at her "It's on me."

Kassie narrowed her eyes a fraction when he claimed that he had finally “categorized” her. She wasn’t quite fond of the fact that she was being prejudged, but two could play at that game.

Kassie followed his glance, but choose not to give him an answer. Instead, she laughed dryly. “So you’re one of those guys. - Meet the first woman you see, reel her in with your fancy job and your charming smiles, before inviting her out. Then proceed to hit on her all night until she’s practically begging for you to sleep with her…” She looked at him expectantly, like she was challenging him to deny it. “And suddenly everything makes more sense.” With a slight click of her tongue, she sidestepped him, planning on walking away. However, she leaned closer to him to say in a lowered voice: “Sorry, but I’m too smart to be seduced by you.” The sass coated her words nicely and pleased by that fact, Kassie started to walk away from the foreign man.

[misskassiepierce]

Either she was being adorably ignorant of his job on purpose or he had the chance to really impress her by offering the description of his job; which, of course, wasn't actually his job, but she didn't have to know. He put on his best, proud and somewhat charming smile as he explained "FBI is the Federal Bureau of Investigation in America. We help in criminal cases once the state asks for assistance. Sometimes, other countries require help, and that's why I'm here now. Very important cases."

Kassie tilted her head slightly to the side as she listened to the description of his job, also noticing how cute he actually was… She quickly snapped out of it, silently clearing her throat. Focus, Pierce. “Hmm,” was her entire initial response. But after a few seconds, a small smirk came into place. “Was that suppose to impress me?”