Request: @patrickshowtimekane ASKED:
Hey, do you think you could do a crossover of supernatural and teen wolf imagine where Sam & Dean Winchester are your brothers but you're in a hidden relationship with Scott but they find out when Castiel tells them and they threaten Scott?... sorry is the request is really long!
A/N: I love spn so much <3 I hope this was goone :))
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Meeting Scott was one of my best memories. I had been the new kid at Beacon Hills, and I figured I wouldn’t stay that long. At that time, it was only a wendigo case. I didn’t want to make any attachments, but I guess that didn’t happen.
I flipped through the packet the lady at the desk gave me. It supposedly had everything I needed, but I couldn’t even find my first-period class.
I sighed and looked up through the crowd of people, trying to find someone who could help. The only people who seemed friendly enough were the two boys standing about three lockers to the left of me. One was pale with deep brown hair and whiskey eyes. He was making random hand movements as he tried to explain something to the other. He also had dark brown hair, but darker skin, darker eyes, and a crooked jawline. He seemed friendly, like he was one of those people who was always smiling.
I walked up with a small smile. The tanner one looked up almost immediately while the other didn’t notice for a minute.
“And while we’re on the topic of her, why don’t I-“ The paler one cut off when he noticed me standing there awkwardly. “Oh, um, hi,” he muttered, cheeks flaming red.
“Uh, hi. I’m new and I was wondering if you could tell me where Mr. Yukimura’s room is?” I questioned, fiddling with the loose strings of my bag.
“Sure, just take a right down that hallway, then a left, and it should be the third on the left.” He spoke with a wary smile. I gave a beaming smile and muttered a ‘thank you’ before walking down the hall, almost immediately being flanked by a strawberry blonde asking where I got my boots and saying she could help with my ‘flannel issue’.
The last thing I heard before getting out of hearing range was, “dude, she had mountain ash in one of the jars on her necklace.”
My brothers and I have been staying in Beacon Hills for a while now. The increase in supernatural creatures keeping them here. It has been about four months- the longest amount of time I had spent in a specific place- and I loved it. I was in school, and I had some of the best friends I’ve even been with.
I also had a boyfriend. A werewolf boyfriend. Do you see the problem here?
Coincidentally, I’m sneaking out to meet him right now. I made sure my necklace was around my neck, the important charms attached before I opened the window and crawled out. I landed on the ground and checked through the window. Sam was researching some creature while Dean was watching Doctor Sexy. I smiled before running down the street to meet Scott. He stood by his bike with a dorky smile on his face and his arms open. I let out a laugh before jumping into his arms, his immediately encircling me.
“Hey babe,” I spoke, planting a kiss on his cheek. I stepped back and smiled up at him. “What’re we doing tonight?”
“I was thinking,” he hummed out, ducking down to kiss my nose. “Movie night. Mom’s working all night. Stiles is with Lydia.”
We were smiling at each other when we heard the familiar fluttering of wings. I let out a gasp and turned around, meeting the confused gaze of the angel. “Cas,” I squeaked. “What are you doing here?”
“I was sent to check on you as your door was locked. Sam had wanted to say goodnight. I am confused. Why are you with this boy,” he questioned, tilting his head.
“I needed some homework,” I spoke fast, making up a random excuse on the spot.
“You have already done your work of home. Why would you need more?”
“Listen, Cas, can you do me a favor,” I asked, pleadingly. “Go home and tell Sam and Dean that I am asleep and you don’t want them to disturb me. I’ll be home in a few hours, I promise.”
“Why would I lie to them,” he asked.
“Because I asked.”
That night had gone by fine, and Castiel had done as asked, but when he brought it up at dinner one night? Let’s just say, it didn’t end very well.
“Okay,” Dean said, stuffing a hamburger in his mouth. We were seated at a diner not far from the hotel. It had an older theme and everyone seemed very nice. The red booths and white counters worked nicely. “Anything new, Sammy.”
“Well, four calls to the police station last night about ‘a naked wolf boy running through the streets.’ The sheriff seems to be making sure all the weird reports are not reviewed thoroughly.” Sam spoke, flipping through his notes on his computer while taking bites of his salad. “Sounds like a new werewolf to me.”
I hummed in acknowledgment, knowing exactly who it was. Scott had to bite Liam at the hospital one night, to save his life, of course.
“Why don’t you just ask y/n’s boyfriend what happened,” questioned a voice to my right. My breath caught in my throat as I looked to Castiel. I hadn’t even noticed he had joined us.
Both boys looked over to me, frowns settling on their faces. “y/n’s what?” Dean yelled, attracting people’s attention.
“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it,” I stated, smacking my hand over his mouth.
“I don’t understand. Why would you not want them to know? Is it because he’s a werewolf?”
“Cas,” I screamed!
“What?!” Dean yelled, standing up from his seat.
“Dean, calm down. It’s okay. Let’s talk about this.” I spoke, trying to get him to sit. Sam was fuming but refused to speak. Cas looked utterly confused as to what he did wrong. Dean sat, his eye twitching.
“Explain.”
“Okay, so I may have a boyfriend, and I may have not told you about it, but he’s a good guy. He’s not like the ones we hunt. He’s nice and sweet, and I really, really like him. So, I don’t care what you say. I’m not breaking up with him.” I spoke, crossing my arms and leaning back with a small smile on my face at the thought of him. Sam’s eyebrows raised, looking slightly pleased, while Dean looked annoyed.
“Fine,” Sam spoke. “But we have to meet him.”
I fixed Scott’s jacket with a small smile. “You’ll do fine. Just be yourself.” He smiled down at me, kissing my lips softly before stepping back. He looked terrified, but nodded.
I stepped back and grabbed his hand, walking over to the door of the same diner from before. It seemed to be the only one in the small town. Sam and Dean immediately stood up at the sight of me. Dean inspected him from head to toe before looking at Sam, shrugging.
I patted Scott on the shoulder before letting go. He let out a deep breath and stood tall. “Um, hello. I’m Scott.” He spoke, sticking his hand out for them to shake.
Dean nodded again before taking his hand and shaking it with a strong grip. “Dean. This is Sam.” He motioned over his shoulder to the taller brother. “Come here,” Dean spoke, pulling an arm around his shoulder and walking out.
I looked over to Sam with a questioning look. “What was that,” I asked.
“Threatening,” he smiled. “Want to order,” he asked, sitting down in the booth.
“Sure,” I said, sitting across from him. I watched Dean and Scott from the corner of my eye. They were standing beside baby, Dean poking him in the chest while spitting words out. Scott was trying to stay calm, meeting my stare for a second before turning back to Dean.
I looked back to the table to see a menu placed in front of me, Sam smirking. “So, you really like him?”
“Yeah,” I smiled brightly, scanning the menu. As soon as I finished, Scott and Dean walked into the diner. Scott slid into the seat next to me and grabbed my hand tight. My eyebrow rose as I looked over at him. He just smiled tightly.
“I wonder if they have any pie here,” Dean questioned, looking up to meet my stare with a smile and a wink. I knew that from anywhere, the code engrained in my mind. He approved.
Scott took my happy state as a sign to relax.
And if Dean ended up actually liking Scott, well no one had to know.
Hey again! (If you’re new to this fic or you’re looking for the beginning, it’s over here!)
I’ve been so surprised at the likes and messages and reblogs I’ve been getting the past few days, humans of tumblr. I genuinely never thought more than one or two people would read all my crap. So... thank you <3 (And please keep it up, I love it!)
Now - fic notes. Today we are going back to Cas’s point of view. It’s a shorter part, and can - if you wish - be the end of the fic. HOWEVER! Tomorrow and Friday I intend to post 2 final pieces. The story can stand as is after Cas’s part today, but if you are happy with (or looking for!) some smut then please do stay for tomorrow! The final piece will be a tiny epilogue where we check back in with Sam, just to round us out.
Anyway - here you go!
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6
A Very Human Risk
Part 5 - Castiel
Cas flicked idly between the limited channels on the motel’s slightly cracked TV. What would Dean want to watch? He wondered idly, skipping quickly past a procedural crime drama. Definitely not that.
The bathroom door opened and Dean emerged. It had been so tempting to listen in to his conversation with Sam, but Cas figured he owed him some privacy. He dropped his eyes down to the ugly floral blanket Dean had covered him with, suddenly a little embarrassed. Dropping the TV remote on the bed, he sighed. “Dean, I…. I’m sorry. That was awkward for you.”
The mattress depressed as Dean lowered himself slowly to sit next to Cas, exhaling slowly. “Well… yeah. It was. But it’s okay Cas. I’m not upset or mad at you.” One of Deans hands came to Cas’s chin, tilting it up so he could see his face, and Cas realized he had a warm washcloth in his other hand. “Here, let me.”
Dean patted softly at his cheeks and eyes, smoothing away the traces of blood remaining on his skin. Castiel dropped his gaze down again, fixed on Dean’s chest, on the rumpled plain black t-shirt he was wearing beneath an open button down shirt with pushed-up sleeves. He was humbled that Dean would perform this tiny action for him. “You don’t have to-“
“I want to.” Dean was firm. They both knew the angel could clean himself up faster, but the gesture was intended kindly and they both silently let it go.
Satisfied, he placed the washcloth aside on the nightstand, his other hand still cupping Cas’s face, trying to bring his eyes back up to his. His thumb rubbed ghost-like down the stubble at Cas’s chin, making the angels jaw feel like it was buzzing.
“I didn’t know, Cas.” The words were whispered.
Oh no. Sam, Cas thought desperately, understanding dawning immediately. He called Sam, of course he told him…. That’s what Winchesters do when they hit a roadblock… they call for backup.
“I mean, I knew…..something. I think. I just didn’t know….what I knew.”
Cas tilted his head, taking a second to untangle Deans words. “So you knew something… and you didn’t mention it…? To try ignore it? To spare the …awkwardness?”
“No, Cas…” Dean shifted again, a little uncomfortably, bringing his other hand up now to completely cup the Seraphim’s face, forcing him to meet his gaze. “No. That’s not what I meant. I just had never….” He exhaled slowly and his hands dropped limply to his own lap. “I never thought about you like that, before.”
There it is. Cas’s thoughts seemed numb, somehow, like they belonged to someone else and he was just listening to them. That feeling like the bottom is dropping out of the room and someone has an angel blade to my heart.
Dean licked his lips quickly, wetting them in preparation of his next words. When he got them out, his voice was very slow and quiet… strained, and unsure.
“I mean, not really. Now and again I’d wonder… That’s not the point. I’m not really used to thinking about men like that, Cas. I mean… I’ve seen attractive guys and I’ve appreciated them, I’m not blind… I look at you and I can tell that you’re really handsome. I’ve seen the way women look at you, and I’m not totally unaffected by it.” He rubbed a hand across his face and Cas vaguely registered that his eyes were red. “But when I look at you Cas, it’s like I….” He’s really struggling at this point.
Cas tries for an encouraging smile, but he knows it’s weak and hollow, just like his chest feels. If Dean needs to talk, let him talk. Even if it hurts. Maybe it’s the only way to clear the air and make this better.
Dean is quiet for a moment, turning his body on the bed to fully face Cas and letting his eyes dance around the angels face, exploring.
“It’s like I don’t really see a man. Your face is… pretty, honestly. I mean, Jimmy Novak was a heck of a looker, Cas.” Dean chuckles a little, awkwardly. “But it’s like… I don’t see him, anymore.”
Castiel is puzzled now, brows almost meeting. What does he mean? Could he mean….
“I see something… more than that. Something other. Something both in him and around him and…..” Dean raked his hand through his hair almost frantically again. “This is stupid.” He stopped abruptly.
“You are not stupid Dean.” Cas stated quietly. It wasn’t much, but it was encouragement.
“I see you, Cas. I don’t see Jimmy anymore because to me… it’s like he’s just a small physical part of someone else. Some greater being that it’s taken me a long time to really start to genuinely see. Someone… someone spectacular, honestly. Someone I….” Dean croaks, clears his throat. “Someone I never realized I was allowed to want. To love.”
Castiel’s mouth hung open slightly. Dean took his hand, pulling him excruciatingly slowly towards him, talking faster as he gained a little confidence.
“I’m not a good person Cas. I fuck up everything I touch…. You know that. You know it’s true. I just…. I need to make sure you know that. But I also wanted to, uh, to let you know…” That nervous lip licking again. “If you wanted to… if you wanted to try this…then I would be okay with that.”
His voice gained some strength as Cas didn’t pull away, didn’t interrupt. “Actually… I would be honored, Castiel. I’d be honored if you would let me love you.”
All at once that heartbreaking feeling Castiel had been so fearful of collapsed in on itself. His heart felt like it was both imploding and growing at the same time. Oh… he thought. Oh. This is what it’s supposed to feel like…. Not just to love, but to be loved in return.
When their lips met, the floor didn’t fall away. It felt like flying.
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6
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