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You went outside for whatever stupidly foolish reason and the cold settled into your bones. Fast.
By the time you came back inside, you were borderline shivering, and you knew exactly where to go.
You made a b-line for the library where Sam had been researching, waiting for you. The second his saw you, he discarded his book and slid from one end of the couch down until he was laying flat, knowing exactly what was coming.
You clambered over him immediately, stretching up the hem of the even-too-big-for-him hoodie he was wearing - that he bought purely for this reason - burrowing in underneath.
You let out a breath at the instant warmth, slipping your hands under and wrapping them around his waist, effectively sending a spark of cold through him too.
"Baby, you're freezing" He muttered, hands patting around the back of the couch, finally finding the blanket he kept there and fanning it out over your lower back and legs.
His hands rubbed up and down along your back, the friction beginning to soothe the ice in your bones.
You started to warm up a little so you wiggled up, wedging your head just past the neck of the hoodie enough for your eyes to peer out, nose still buried in the worn, old material.
"Hey you" Sam cooed softly, gently bopping his nose against yours when you finally looked at him fully "Still cold?"
You nodded, burrowing back into the material once more "Could see my breath"
"Aw Gorgeous, I'm sorry" He hummed, hand coming up to cradle the back of your head.
Then, Dean walked in.
"Oh, uh-uh, none of this gooey gooey couple shit" He grumbled, stomping past with a huff, over dramatic baby, he was just jealous.
"Dean?" You squeaked out, so adorably small.
"Yeah?" He sighed with an eye roll, of course.
"C'mere" You whispered and he came close, Sam looked at you with confusion, arms tightening around you a little.
"Closer"
Dean got real close.
You leaned up just a little, grabbing his flannel and pulling him down.
"I love you" You murmured against his skin, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
Dean returned your overly sweet tone, hand cupping your cheek gently "What the fuck do you want?"
"Tuck me in?"
"For fuck's sake" He grumbled, just as Sam let out a thinly veiled sigh of relief, this was his time to cuddle with you.
Sam pulled you back into his chest and Dean went to the end of the couch, tucking the blanket under your bunched up feet, struggling with Sam.
"Move your giant moose feet, Sammy. They're hangin' off the edge"
He chuckled a little, bending his knees to pull up a little.
"How'd you get good at this anyway?" He asked, admittedly far more cozy with you.
"Dude, I was your mom" Dean replied, straightest face imaginable.
You shook silently against Sam's chest and he tilted your head up to see you barely suppressing a laugh.
Dean saw that pathetic puppy love look Sam gave you, fake gagging "Alright, I'm outta here before I'm actually sick"
"Wait! Dean!" You called, still far too sweet.
"What?" He groaned, arms flopping by his sides dramatically.
"Any chance-"
"No"
"-you might-"
"No"
"-make us some soup?" Your voice was so timid and adorable and he was sick of it - he never could be but he had to put up the act.
"No" He turned, halfway out the door.
"Or hot cocoa!" Sam added.
"No!"
"Where are you going?"
"To boil the fuckin' water" Dean bitched, moping down the hall.
You pressed your face into the crook of Sam's neck, snuggling ridiculously close.
Dean came back a few minutes later, placing three mugs on the little table, beside Sam's book.
He leaned down, lips brushing your ear "Prepare for impact"
Oh God.
Oh no.
Oh fuck.
"Dean!" Sam called out, his weight crushing "Get the fuck up!"
"Nu-uh Sammy. Not when our baby's cold" Dean smirked, hands skimming up your sides.
"Y'know" You started, fake wheezing for effect "Lotta people'd wanna be sandwiched between two gorgeous guys"
"And you don't?" Sam asked, adorably worried.
"I never said that"
"Cheeky" Dean smirked, laying a trail of pecks across your neck.
"Dean" You scolded, no heat to it.
"C'mon Sweetheart, just wanna warm you up"
"Guys. I'm still here" Sam added, failing to hide his pout.
"Oh c'mere ya big sook" You grinned, grabbing his chin, laying a kiss on his pretty, pouty lips.
You rested your cheek against his shoulder once more, giggling when Dean's hands skirted up your waist.
"I-I think I'm warm now, Baby"
"Mm, you still feel a lil chilly to me"
"Dean"
"Don't ya think Sammy? Still cold?"
"Oh, yeah" Sam nodded, hands dragging along your thighs "Freezing actually"
"We should probably stay here for a while then"
"Yeah, long time I think"
"Loooong, long time"
General Supernatural Taglist - 45 - more in reblogs!
I just published this to my Wattpad and I thought this could be a good warm up for my tumblr people to see how well I’ve written for Castiel. Now this was heavily inspired by James Cameron’s movie AVATAR. When I saw the I see you scene when Neytiri sees Jake for the first time in his human state, I just couldn’t resist and not use this for our beloved Angel of the Lord (esp. now since I can officially call myself a Cas!Girl)
Relaxation was a rare occurrence for me and my friends, movie nights; those were extremely rare because sometimes me and the Winchester brothers just couldn’t agree on what movie we wanted to watch. Luckily Castiel was the tie breaker and I was thankful that he always seemed to favor my movies and tonight I chose the movie that basically changed the entire game of movie making 3D effects, Avatar.
Luckily Dean didn’t seem to complain that much and Sammy already said that he liked Avatar when we got the chance to see it after working a case before we went back on the road. While Cas was completely entranced with the movie, especially the Na’vi people and the world of Pandora.
We were now at my favorite part where Neytiri finally sees Jake for the first time in his human state. When I first saw this scene in the theaters I was crying, the effects, the music and the closeness that they shared at that moment it was—pure magic.
Like two soulmates finally seeing each other for the first time.
“I see you” said Jake from the movie as he stared up at Neytiri. She smiled down at him and I quoted her as she said at the same time.
“I see you”. A tear fell down my face and Dean scoffed at me saying.
“You have seen this movie way to many times”.
“Shut up!” I snapped as I threw a pillow at him. I sipped my beer and I kept my eyes on the TV as the movie was coming to an end. Once the movie was over, I raised my hands up in praise and I said, “Can I pick em or can I pick em?”
“God I hadn’t seen that movie in literally almost 10 years and seeing it again was just as amazing. The effects still blow me away even today”.
“I know right!?” I then turned to the fallen angel and I asked him, “So how did you like it?”
“It was very—entrancing. The way you humans can create such worlds with technology it’s…..heavenly”. I smiled at his choice of words then once we saw that it was around 2:45am we all decided to call it a night. As I was just about to hope into bed, a soft knock was heard at my door. I walked over and opened my door and there stood Castiel.
“Hey Cas”.
“Hello (y/n)”.
“What’s up?”
“I couldn’t get over of the beauty of the movie you showed us tonight and I….I was wondering if you could show me more?”
“Umm….” I trailed off.
“It’s okay I understand, I mean you humans do need sleep and forgive me I’m still new to being human myself and I—”
“No, no, no it’s fine Cas. Come on in, lucky for you I’ve got some of the goods right here from both mine and my dad’s collection”. I allowed him inside and the two of us piled up on my bed and I gave him a full education on all the great CGI movies this far.
But as we were watching the recent Jungle Book movie, I had fallen asleep right on Castiel’s chest. I hadn’t mean to but exhaustion just overcame me and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t dreamed of doing that.
Ever since I met the Angel, I felt like I had died and gone to Heaven itself. His deep ocean eyes and the loyal attitude that he had developed the more times he hung around us, plus his curiosity towards life around us always made him even cuter.
But ever since his fall from Heaven and completely lost all of his Angel mojo, he hasn’t been the same. Everyday he’d just stand outside the Bunker just staring at the sky in solemn, longing to return home to Heaven. So that’s when I decided to bring back up the movie nights that I used to do with the brothers to hopefully help cheer Cas up.
The brothers agreed to it and that’s what we’ve been doing for the past 11 months so far. Whenever there was a chance we could relax, we all sat down in the Bunker living room, made an entire pillow fort and played the movie that the majority of us chose (again that’s whenever we weren’t fighting about genres).
*Castiel’s POV*
As we were watching the recent remake of the movie called “The Jungle Book”, I felt something press to my chest and when I looked down, I saw (y/n) had fallen asleep on my chest. As I watched her I couldn’t help but admire the peacefulness that she held whenever she slept.
Her features were always at peace, her brow that always held such stress whether during a case or worrying about others was finally at ease, and her hair flowing to one side of her almost like there was wind blowing through her hair. From the moment I met her, I’ve always felt this connection to her.
Like I never wanted to part from her. I was always more protective of her than I was of the brothers, if I ever even saw one scratch on her even if it wasn’t fatal, I’d always feel such rage, like I wanted to smite down whatever person or creature had caused her harm. Do things to them that no angel would ever do less they risk becoming like Lucifer.
I stroked through her hair gently brushing some strands away from her face and I kept her close to me as I leaned my head against hers and soon I found myself for the first time truly falling asleep with (y/n) safely protected in my arms.
*My POV*
I should have seen this coming. We thought it was be a simple one vampire catch that was located in El Paso, Texas but it turns out we were ambushed by over 20 Vampires. And to make matters worse, one of them had started a fire in the apartment where there nest was and there were about over 100 people in this apartment.
Dean, Sam, Castiel and I tried to alert every one of the fire that was starting to come up. The building had quickly become engulfed with flames faster than either of us could predict and some part of the building was starting to come down.
As I followed behind the guys I swore I could hear crying. A child’s cry. Without a moment’s hesitation I raced back into the fire and found an open apartment and could hear the crying more clearly.
“Hello? Where are you?!” I jumped back and shielded myself as best I could from the falling debris. “WHERE ARE YOU!?” I cried out louder. I walked further through the apartment until I heard coughing coming from the closet. “Hello are you in there?”
“Please help me! I’m….I’m scared!”
“Okay hold on sweetie I’m gonna get you out. Can you tell me your name?” I said.
“Henry”.
“Okay Henry sweetie I’m gonna need you to back away as far as you can from the door okay? Cause when I break it down it may fan the flames and I don’t want you to get hurt? Can you do that for me honey?” He remained silent then I said to him. “Henry sweetie I need to know you’re still with me! Cough twice if you understand”. I soon heard two coughs. “Atta boy, okay step back for me baby!” I waited for a brief second before kicking the door. I kicked it a second time and then third times the charm the door fell in which fanned the flames. “Henry?”
He nodded. I smiled at him and got inside the closet and introduced myself to him as I quickly grabbed him and picked him up in my arms.
“Now Henry, I’m gonna need you to keep your head down inbetween my neck and shoulder, don’t look up for any reason okay? I don’t want you breathing in any smoke, okay honey?”
“Okay”.
“That’s a good boy, you’re a brave boy Henry, okay hang on tight to me and remember don’t look up”. I covered him up with my jacket and kept him close to me as I left his apartment and tried to find a safe route out of the apartment.
But the building had gotten worse. All the windows leading to any nearby fire escape were completely blocked by fire, any nearby stairway leading downstairs were either engulfed by a firewall or if I did open one, the other side was just engulfed with flames.
The smoke was getting too intense and I was coughing like I was trying to cough up my lungs. But as I heard Henry crying in my arms saying that he was going to die, I kept telling him that I wasn’t going to let him die. Finally I managed to find a good enough stairway to take and I immediately took it and just in time to because as I passed under the doorway, debris completely blocked off my exit point.
I walked down the stairs until I reached the bottom level and kicked down the door and held Henry tightly to me but I was starting to get very light headed and I couldn’t take another step. I fell to my knees and said to Henry.
“Henry—listen to me….I need you to be a big hero and run out of here as fast as you can” He looked at me confused and frightened but I said to him as I hazily pointed to his shirt, “Listen….I know you can do it. Be like Dash, I need you to run as fast as you can. I believe you can do it kiddo, be a little speedster. Can you do that for me?” He looked at me sadly but nodded and I hugged him tightly. “That’s a good boy now go—go” I then saw him race out and I could faintly see him leave the apartment and I smiled softly and felt myself fall backwards and I stared at the burning ceiling above me while whispering “Good boy, good boy Henry”.
*Castiel’s POV*
The brothers and I had led practically everyone out to safely but it was then I noticed that (y/n) wasn’t with us anymore.
“(Y/n) is not here!” I stated.
“Wait what? What do you mean she’s not here?!” Snapped Dean. It was then we saw someone running out like a bullet out of the burning apartment and we all took notice that it was a small boy around 10 years old but he was gripping onto something tightly. Something that I recognized instantly.
(Y/n)’s jacket.
I raced over to the boy with the brothers calling out my name and I knelt down to the boy and gripped onto the jacket and told him.
“Where did you get this jacket?”
“(Y/n) gave it to me, she’s—she’s still in there” the child said.
“(Y/n) is still inside!?” cried Sam fearfully. My heart sunk as I turned towards the building and without hesitation I raced on inside with Dean crying out my name.
As I entered the building, the smoke was shrouding over the building like thunderclouds before a storm and the fire was greater than it was originally. I called out for (y/n) until my voice ran hoarse. Until finally I came by a doorway and saw black combat boots peeking out from the doorway.
*AN: You may need to pause the video just before Jake wakes up because I want the music to fit and you can skip ahead to where Neytiri goes up to the compartment and sees Jake*
I ducked away from the flames that flickered in front of the doorway before taking a leap and there (y/n) lay unconscious. I quickly grabbed her in my arms and cried out as I shook her.
“(Y/n)? My (y/n)!” She remained unresponsive and I began to fear the worse. I shook my head no and held her close to me and rocked her gently as I whispered to her, “It’s gonna be alright. It’s gonna be alright, I’m here. I’m right here my white dove”.
Even if it was too late for her, I at least wanted her to know that she wasn’t going to die here alone. I would stay with her and be engulfed in the flames myself to protect her. To let her know that she did not die alone, that someone was there for her.
Suddenly something overcame me.
I felt this sudden rush of power and grace within me again. The smoke that once filled my lungs, vanished. It felt like I was breathing normal air again. I felt something growing out from my back and through the light of the flames I could see black feathered wings.
My wings.
Soon a bright light surrounded the entire room and soon exploded.
*3rd Person POV*
Firefighters continuously tried to douse the flames, Dean and Sam stood worriedly about their two friends that were still trapped inside. That’s when they both recognized a familiar bright light that was forming inside and that’s when Dean yelled out.
“EVERYBODY SHUT YOUR EYES!!!” Soon there was a flash of bright light and the building exploded just as everyone turned away from the massive bright light.
As the Winchesters looked up at each other they knew right away what that meant. They quickly raced into the Impala and took off driving and as they drove, they both received a message through the radio from Castiel telling them to follow the bright light.
They soon saw a beacon of light just ahead and Dean stepped on the gas before finally spinning Baby into a parallel parking position.
The brothers immediately got out of the car and raced up the hill until they soon saw their friend Castiel kneeling on the floor holding an ash covered (y/n).
“Cas are you?”
“Yes Dean, I’m back”. The brothers then looked down at (y/n) worriedly.
“Is—is she…..” Sam just couldn’t find it in him to even say it. Castiel looked down at his true love and pressed his forehead to hers and whispered in Enochian.
“Awake my (y/n)”. He then placed his lips over hers and breathed air into her. He stayed in that position for a while before finally separating from her. Suddenly her eyes shot open and she let out loud gasp before trying to regain her breath. The brothers let out ecstatic smiles and laughs as tears of joy came down their face at seeing their friend alive once more.
But none of the boys could compare to the happiness coming from Castiel as he smiled down at her in relief and looked at her with loving eyes thanking that his kiss had saved her.
*My POV*
I was in darkness until I was suddenly brought back and I saw a forest surrounding me and as I tried to regain my breathing I saw Sam and Dean looking down at me crying happily. But as I looked towards Castiel who was still holding me, I noticed something different about him.
There was this bright light surrounding him and I could see his wings. Not just his shadow, but his full-fledged wings. They were a beautiful black with a slight hint of blue hidden within them.
I slowly reached out to cup his cheek with my hand and as soon as I touched him, I felt this sudden warmth embrace me. I could feel it even stronger the moment he placed his hand on top of mine and was smiling down at me with pure love.
I saw him. His true self. Like two soulmates finally seeing each other for the first time. Just like in Avatar.
“I see you”. I whispered softly. Castiel smile widened as he kept his hand on me and I noticed a tear fall down his face as he said to me.
“I see you”. He said to me lovingly. He nuzzled closer to my palm before leaning down towards me and I leaned myself upwards as our lips connected once more in a kiss.
Back at the Bunker, Cas and I were in my room snuggled up close to each other. Our bare bodies entwined with each other’s.
My head resting on his bare chest and my hand drawing circles along his pecs, while his arms were wrapped tightly around me one arm kept secure long my waist and the other one alternating between stroking my hair or drawing Enochian symbols on my shoulder.
“I can’t believe you’d willingly sacrifice yourself for me like you did” I said.
“I would do anything for you (y/n). You are my One. The one that God has chosen for me. Even though I did not know it at the time”. I looked up at him and he looked down at me and he gently kissed my forehead gingerly.
“I love you Castiel. From the moment I first met you” I whispered.
“And I you; (Y/n) (l/n). Daughter of (m/n) and (y/n)” he soon rolled me onto my back gently and hovered over me. His hot breath gently caressing my face and every now and then I would feel his lips place kisses in various places all over my face. “I am with you now (y/n). We are mated for life”.
tada! a commissioned Gabriel fluff for the lovely @the-moose-of-baskerville <3 hope you enjoy!
Summary: making caramel apples for Halloween with your fav archangel!
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: a fucking fluff overload!!!
A/N: this is my first time writing Gabriel, so pls be kind!!
“Hey, Sugar.”
You squealed in surprise at the sound of your boyfriend Gabriel’s voice from behind you, his hands squeezing your waist and tickling you.
“Gabe!” you shouted with laughter, squirming out of his hold to get him to stop tickling you. “Took you long enough!”
Gabriel fake pouted. “I know, I’m sorry. But look!” he said, holding up two full grocery bags, one in each hand. “I bought all the stuff you asked for. Aren’t I the best boyfriend ever?”
You scoffed with a grin, taking the bags from him and setting them down on the counter. “Yeah, yeah, I guess you’re not that bad. Thank you.”
Gabe kissed the top of your head before watching you pull out the items from the bags, laying them out on the counter. “Remind me what all of this is for, again?”
“We’re making caramel apples! For Halloween tomorrow.”
“Ah, yes that’s right,” Gabe nodded. “So, you'll be doing the baking and I’ll be doing the eating, right?” he teased.
“Oh, no, mister. You’re helping me this year. But don’t worry, making caramel apples is easy! Just follow my lead.”
Gabriel saluted you. “Yes ma’am.”
You smiled. “First thing’s first: grab a pan and spray it with cooking oil.”
He nodded, grabbing the pan and holding the can of cooking oil right in front of it.
“Wait!” you exclaimed, stopping him. “Don’t hold the spray so close. You need a nice, even layer of the oil all over the pan, okay?”
Gabriel raised his eyebrows in mock offense. “Oh, well excuuuuse me!”
You grinned, taking the pan and cooking oil from him. “So sassy. Here, I’ll do it. You just start taking the stems off of all the apples.”
“Now that I can do.”
Gabriel began humming a tune that you weren’t familiar with as you sprayed the pan before turning around to grab a bowl and the bag of caramel pieces, getting them set up. “Babe, how are the apples comin’?”
Just as you turned around, you watched him take a giant bite of an apple. “Gabriel!”
“Sorry, sugar,” he laughed with a mouthful of apple, holding his hands up in surrender. “I couldn’t help myself.”
You grinned, smacking him playfully on the chest. “You suck.”
“Not as good as you,” he teased with a wink.
“Gabriel!” you gasped, laughing. You went to playfully shove him but he caught your hands in his, smiling down at you.
“Alright, alright, I’m done. What’s the next step?” he asked.
“Putting the sticks into the apples,” you replied, holding up a bundle of lollipop sticks.
The two of you worked quickly and in comfortable silence, finishing up in under a few minutes.
“Now what?” he asked.
You grabbed the bag of caramel and held it up. “Now it’s time for your favorite part.”
Gabe clapped his hands together, a delighted grin on his face. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about. Let’s get to it, sweetcheeks.”
You and Gabriel unwrapped all the pieces of caramel and put them in a bowl before setting in the microwave, setting the timer for two minutes.
“And now, we wait,” Gabriel sighed.
You hopped up onto the counter to sit and Gabe stood between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs. “Life is hard,” you teased.
He smirked. “You have no idea. But you make it much easier.”
Gabriel’s words sent a blush to your cheeks. “Who knew my little archangel could be such a sap?”
He playfully rolled his eyes at you. “Yeah, yeah.” He then met you halfway for a kiss that warmed you from the inside out, and that’s when the timer dinged. Gabriel pulled away with an annoyed grunt. “This caramel better be good. I don’t stop kissing my girl for just any candy.”
“I feel so special,” you chuckled, hopping down and opening the microwave, pulling out the bowl of melted caramel. “It smells so good!”
Without warning, Gabe stuck his finger in the bowl and scooped up some caramel before popping it in his mouth, moaning obscenely at the taste. “It is so good.”
“Gabriel!” you scolded. “We’re using these for the apples! You’re gonna get your germs all in the caramel.”
“I think if I had cooties, you would’ve gotten them by now,” he pointed out. He stuck his finger in one more time before holding it in front of your mouth. “Wanna taste?”
You sighed, giving in. It did look amazing. You opened your mouth and that’s when Gabriel pulled his finger back and sucked the caramel off himself, laughing hysterically at your disappointed face. “You ass!”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t see that coming,” he laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you close.
“Meany,” you pouted.
Gabriel leaned in with a smile and kissed you, sliding his tongue against yours briefly before pulling away.
“You taste good,” you said, licking your lips. He tasted just like the caramel.
“I always do,” he replied, winking. “Alright, let’s coat these apples, shall we?”
“We shall,” you agreed with a smile.
The two of you worked in comfortable silence standing side by side, taking each apple and rolling it carefully in the caramel before gently setting them on the pan, both of you trying hard not to get caramel everywhere.
“We’re done!” you exclaimed gleefully, looking at the pan full of about a dozen caramel apples. “And there’s even leftover caramel.”
“Now what?” Gabe asked.
“Now, we stick the pan in the fridge for about 15 minutes. And then they’ll be done!”
Gabe pouted. "But I want one now.”
You rolled your eyes, putting the pan the fridge before grabbing the bowl of caramel and sticking your finger in it. You scooped up some caramel and booped Gabriel with it, making him go crosseyed as he tried to look at his nose.
“You’re so cute!” you giggled.
“Oh, it is so on,” he warned, a grin spreading across his face.
As soon as Gabriel grabbed the bowl from your hand, you took off down the hall with a squeal, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you heard his feet take off after you.
“You can’t run from an archangel, sweetheart!” Gabe shouted after you.
“I can try!” you yelled back.
As soon as you turned the corner, you ran straight into Gabriel, making you shout in surprise. “Damn it! You cheated!”
He laughed. “I did just warn you, didn’t I?” Before you could run away again, he booped you, putting a glob of caramel on the tip of your nose. “There. Now you’re almost as cute as me.”
“Shutup!” you laughed. “I know 15 minutes hasn’t passed, but do you want to check on the caramel apples? Maybe we can eat one now.”
“You took the words right out of my mouth.”
Gabe followed you back into the kitchen, watching as you opened the fridge and peeled a caramel apple off of the pan. The caramel was still pretty gooey, but that didn’t bother you. Your mouth watered at just looking at it.
“Wanna share?” you asked, holding up the apple.
Gabe smirked and nodded. You held up the apple as the two of you bit into the opposite sides, the caramel smearing over both of your noses, mouths and chins. You both pulled away laughing, wiping at your faces.
“Oh, dad, when did you turn me into such a cheeseball? This is straight out of Lady and the Tramp.”
“It’s ‘cause you love me so much. You can’t help it.”
Gabriel wrapped his arms around you, leaning in for a kiss. “You taste sweeter than caramel, sugar.”
You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Love you, Gabe.”
𖤓 Warnings: ultimate fluff, little angst & comfort, Cas is adorably worried, eternal Angelic love
𖤓 Word Count: 700
𖤓 Author's Note: Cas sleeps like a baby koala and you cannot convince me otherwise.
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:･ﾟ⛧ He's not sitting by your side, he doesn't have an arm loosely around your waist, he's not cool or suave or nonchalant. He's desperate.
:･ﾟ⛧ If he is sleeping, it's almost terrifying for him. Because for those few hours, he can't make sure you're okay. He can't fend off any threats. He can't save you.
:･ﾟ⛧ Which is why he doesn't sleep much. He chooses not to so he can make sure you're safe.
:･ﾟ⛧ After a tough fight or when you beg him to, he'll sleep, but only in the bunker. That's the only place he's ever felt safe enough to let his guard down.
:･ﾟ⛧ But when he does sleep? He's so soft.
:･ﾟ⛧ He curls up into you, burrowing his head against your chest, sometimes nuzzling up into the crook of your neck. His arms wrap around you tight, pressing your body against his, often close enough that, with his angelic abilities, he can hear your heart beating and the rush of blood through your veins, reassuring him that you're okay. His legs curl up, often intertwining with yours.
:･ﾟ⛧ With this position, he's always on his side and some days, when he's really feeling absolutely terrible, he lets his wings out. You gently run your hands over his back, slowly working your way up to his wings. When your fingers ghost across the base, he winces. This high, broken sound. Utterly heartbreaking.
:･ﾟ⛧ You let your hands rest there for a moment, allowing Cas to adjust to the feeling, then you start moving again. Slow, steady, light. His breath hitches when you press a little firmer, and when you fully rest your hand against the base? He buries his face further into your neck, both hurt and loving the feeling of your gentle, caring touch.
:･ﾟ⛧ You're always careful, fingertips ghosting up the length of his wings, combing through the feathers, the ones that aren't scorched. His breath fans across your skin, shaky and broken, fingers curling into your back. And sometimes, when he fully lets himself go, you can hear the softest of whimpers.
:･ﾟ⛧ He's such a precious little Angel. For the whole night, even when he's in the deepest of slumbers, he never once lets you go. If you move a lot in your sleep, his leg finds its way over yours, stilling you, keeping you steady.
:･ﾟ⛧ And if you try to pull away? Think again. He's holding you so tight you have little crescent shaped indentations on your back and arms from his finger nails. Never so much that you're uncomfortable, but just enough that you can't leave him.
:･ﾟ⛧ On the rare occasion he wakes up and you're not there, he's immediately panicking. Where are you? Are you okay? Did someone take you? He'll kill them. He doesn't care who they are, they're dead. Then you come out of the bathroom and you can hear this funny sound, like a heartbeat returning to a normal rhythm after beating so fast it nearly burst.
:･ﾟ⛧ He'd rush towards you, immediately checking you over for any kind of damage, even a damn paper cut.
"Are you hurt?"
"…no?"
"What happened to you? Where were you?"
"Aw baby, were you worried?"
"I always worry for you"
"Angelface, that's precious and I adore you for it, but I had to pee"
"Oh, you're sure you're not in danger?"
"Pretty sure yeah"
"Very good" He'd give you a little smile, taking your hand "Back to bed then"
:･ﾟ⛧ Speaking of, he adores cuddling whether you're going to sleep or just waking up. He's clingy, that's been established, but he relishes in those moments right when you both wake up, the world still quiet and hazy, nothing but the two of you in your warm, cozy bed.
:･ﾟ⛧ He's never softer than in the early mornings he spends with you. He lets his hands and lips wander, caressing, pressing kisses all over your face, down your jaw and over your shoulders, everywhere he can reach without having to move.
:･ﾟ⛧ He whispers Enochian against your skin, promises, vows to love you until he draws his last breath, because even after you're gone, hell never stop loving you with his entire being, vessel and celestial alike.
☁︎ Summary: Cas is sick. Lovesick. Though he doesn't know what that means.
☁︎ Warnings: fluff, comedy, momentary angst, lovesickness of course
☁︎ Word Count: 500
☁︎ Requested by: @ambiguous-avery
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You were cataloguing your herbs when you heard an all too familiar flapping sound behind you. You turned with a simple little smile, spotting Castiel, but he looked different to his usual self. His hair was even more out of place than it generally was - though you weren't complaining - his tie was completely undone, his appearance overall very, ruffled.
"Cas, baby, are you okay?" You asked worried, coming up to him.
He recoiled just a little, barely but enough for you to notice and retract your hands.
"D-did you do something to me? A spell? O-or a curse?" There was an out of character shake to his voice, scaring you.
"No Cas, I wouldn't, ever. What's wrong?"
"I feel, so much. I thought my vessel may be deteriorating but I can't find an evidence to suggest it is. Jimmy's heart keeps pounding, it feels like it's trying to get out. The throat, I keep struggling to breathe"
"I thought you didn't breathe, like at all"
"I don't, I shouldn't"
"I can get one of my books, maybe there's some kind of Angel sickness or something in there"
"That's not all. My hands are wet, sweaty. I never sweat under any circumstance, I don't know what to do"
"Wait-" You paused, going over what he'd said again in your mind, heart pounding, throat tight, sweaty palms "Cas, when does this happen?"
"Almost constantly, but it gets worse here. There may be something in the bunker, d-"
"What about last week when we went to the grocery store together?"
"Yes, it was particularly bad then"
"And when we took the basement on the last hunt while Sam and Dean took the attic?"
"Yes, I couldn't hear very much over my pulse, it got very loud when you fell down the stairs into me"
That made a hell of a lot more sense.
"What about now?" You took a step towards him, taking his hand, pressing it to the side of your face as you moved closer slow but steady, tone lowering significantly "Is this better or worse?"
"I-" He looked down, breathing evident "Both I think"
You closed the small distance, pressing your lips to his softly, lingering but pulling back soon after, staying close.
"How about that? Better or-"
Before you could finish, he kissed you back, fumbling a little, not completely sure, but it was sweet and perfectly imperfect.
"Much better" He murmured "I don't know why, what's wro-"
"Angel, you're not cursed or sick or anything else, I think you're in love"
"With you?"
"Seems like"
"Is that, okay? Are you-"
You grinned "I love you too, Cas, have for a while now"
He wore this satisfied little smile, silently triumphant.
"Good, I didn't want to die"
"Don't worry, it wouldn't stick"
He tilted his head, brows knitting together.
"Well when has a death of yours ever lasted, hm?"
"You appear to be correct" He murmured, going over all of his deaths in his mind, how ridiculous was that?
"I'm glad though" You took his hand, sure to look in his eyes, making him see you "Really glad"
"So am I" He let another soft smile slip, one of those tiny, Cas ones, your favourite by any means of measurement.
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Puppy!Sam lives in your lap, whether you like it or not.
It doesn't matter what's happening, time of day, apocalypse, he always finds you.
Sometimes you're tired after a hunt of forcing everyone to have a lazy day and you sprawl out on the couch, and Sam pounces.
He's not strategic like a cat, he's just this big, fluffy ball of love that's far too big to flop on top of you, and yet he does.
The only warning you get is the overjoyed call of your name when he finds you, then, there's no turning back.
He plops down on you, long arms and legs caging your body under his. He takes no initiative to hold himself over you, just his full weight crushing your rib cage.
He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in, nuzzling closer and whispering. How much he missed you, never to leave him alone - for twenty minutes - again, how much he loves you.
Your hands drift up to his sides, trying to gently push him off, or at least hold him above you.
No luck of course.
Eventually, you concede. Breathing isn't necessary or anything. At least Sam doesn't seem to think it is.
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Summary: Sam and Dean are out on a hunt and on your search for laundry, you find something old but not forgotten.
Warnings: very mild angst, fluff, a bit suggestive, that's about it
Word Count: 1.1k
A/n: Sorry this took so long! I've been working on it for a while but as someone who is Sam's height, I really had to use my imagination lol.
Sam and Dean were out on another hunt. You hated being away from Sam for so long, especially given what he was doing and the danger he was getting into. Of course you cared about Dean too, but not in the same way you cared about Sam. Not in the same way you loved him. You'd been in love with him for a while, you weren't sure how long. You found yourself thinking about him all the time, looking for him when you entered a room, smiling like an idiot every time he looked at you.
The only thing you didn't do?
Notice him doing the exact same.
But Dean did.
Don't worry though, he gave Sam plenty of shit for it.
All the time.
Like, all the time.
So much so that Sam was afraid Dean would make a joke in front of you, outing his feelings for you and totally destroying your relationship. Which was exactly what Dean wanted to do, only he knew you felt the same.
Sam insisted you stay home. This time he actually did have a good excuse since you were still recovering from a Wendigo that got just a little too close. But most days? Most days he'd make up some crap about needing you to stay and research lore. He hated the idea of you getting hurt, he'd lost so many people already and he couldn't bear the thought of losing you too. So much so that from time to time he was a little over-protective. You knew that he cared about you, he wouldn't do all of this if he didn't, but it was frustrating as hell sometimes.
There was very little to do around the bunker when they didn't need you to figure out how to kill a Urayuli, some kind of Alaskan bigfoot with "no known way to kill it". They never ran into Winchesters before. Silver bullets, fire and a verse of Latin seemed to do the trick.
When they didn't need you for that, you spent most nights doing random things around the bunker to keep yourself busy. Like cleaning up after Dean in the kitchen, cleaning up after Dean in the library, cleaning up after Dean in his roo- Dean was messy, let's leave it at that.
You were roaming around the bunker picking up Dean's discarded flannels - seriously, how many flannels can one man own and why were they everywhere?! - when you noticed something. You were going through the boy's rooms for laundry, you had an armful of Dean's shirts when you noticed a worn out, old, red sleeve creeping out of one of Sam's drawers. You knew you shouldn't just go rifling through your best friend's drawers but it looked old, so it might be dirty - that sounds like a good enough lie, right?
You threw the mass of shirts onto the floor for a moment while you opened the drawer. You pulled out an at least ten year old hoodie, it was instantly recognizable. From that deep red to the large white lettering that read "Stanford". You could imagine a much younger Sam than the one you know now, spending late nights studying in his dorm room, in that hoodie. You could imagine those surprisingly cold for California winds whipping past him as he walked around the campus, forcing him to nuzzle further into the collar of it. You could imagine a version of Sam that was happier, calmer. A version that had to worry about essay finals, not the apocalypse, whichever one it was this week. You could imagine a version of Sam that felt safe and it broke your heart.
You weren't sure why but something compelled you to pull the hoodie on over your head. It just looked so warm and cozy and you couldn't help yourself, those bunker halls could get freezing cold.
You continued wandering around, doing whatever jobs you could find, until it started to get late. You made a simple, warm dinner and sat on the couch, flicking on whatever crappy reality TV show Cas left on last. You were barely able to make it through your dinner before you drifted off, cozy and comfy in the tent of a hoodie you wore.
Before you knew it, you heard the bunker door swing open and slam shut, two pairs of footsteps echoing down the stairs, mumbling about the dark, miserable weather. You sat up, ready to greet your friends when you glanced down, remembering that you still wore Sam's hoodie. You scrambled to get up, tripping over the blanket on your lap. You recovered - barely - and stood up just as they walked in. Dean greeted you briefly before throwing his blood-covered flannel somewhere near his room as he headed for the shower - so that's how they got everywhere.
Sam stood frozen in front of you for a moment, looking you up and down, looking at the hoodie. His hoodie. His hoodie that fell over you, engulfing you in a faded red. His hoodie with the too-long sleeves that more than covered your hands. His hoodie that was too long and nearly went past your knees. His hoodie that just looked too good on you.
He opened and closed his mouth, trying to say something "Is that my hoodie?"
"…no?" You offered meekly.
He took a few long strides until he was standing just inches from you "Really?" His fingers found the loose material around your wrist "Because it sure looks like one of mine"
"Uh, n-no. I um, I-" You exhaled "Okay fine, it's yours. I can't lie to those big stupid puppy eyes" You huffed.
His eyes raked over you again, something different in them this time, something more "Looks good on you"
"Really?"
"Yeah" He leaned in close, breath fanning hot across your skin "But I think it'd look better off"
You felt your heart beat in your ears.
"Y'mean that?" You asked, a little shaky.
"More than anything"
You leaned up, going up on your tip-toes to loop your arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. He fell into you, lips crashing against yours. His arms flew to your waist, pulling you up to meet him. His hands slipped around your thighs, lifting you off the ground with ease. With over a foot between you, it was the only logical option. Yep, totally logical, only that. Your legs locked around his waist as he carried you down the hall, lips never leaving each other.
Dean ducked out of his room after grabbing his towel, noticing the two of you, smirking and muttering to himself as he made his way to the bathroom.
You can tell what kind of dream he's having from the way he's twitching.
If he snarls a lot - the second most adorable sound in the world by the way - it's a hunt.
If he snarls just a bit, sometimes with a low little growl, Dean's there, being annoying in some way.
If he whimpers - the most adorably sad little sound in the world - it's a nightmare. Usually either about Hell or losing you or Dean again. On those nights, you reach down slowly and scratch behind his ears as you move closer to him, tucking his head against your chest, sometimes your neck.
He always either evens out in his dream, making little happy sounds because you're there, and you're safe.
Or, he wakes up and nuzzles further into the crook of your neck, breathing you in, curling his arms around your waist, hands holding you so tight you don't think he'll ever let go.
He lets out a soft but heavy sigh and mutters quiet, lips brushing your skin.
"Thank you, baby. Need you. Always"
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