Fireworks-DestielThe sky was completely dark, stars twinkling softly. Castiel stared at them, feeling the stress of the Apocalypse situation melt away. He was leaning against the Impala, hands in his lap, with Dean next to him, who was also looking at the sky.Fireworks-Destiel4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"I understand why you enjoy it here," he said. "Its peaceful."
Dean glanced at him, taking another sip of beer. "Yeah. Helps me keep going." he said softly.
Castiel stared at him. "You do not feel you have a purpose to live?" he asked, concerned. He liked Dean here, with him. Dean helped him keep going as well.
"Well, I do, its just that the stress and all. It gets to me. We're not like you angels." Dean said, leaning back even farther, craning his neck.
Castiel fiddled with a button on his trench coat. "We usually don't. But I have developed human characteristics. They're very confusing and difficult to control."
Dean nodded. "Yeah. That's pretty much it." He swallowed hard. Right now, he wanted to stay here, in this moment. With
Curious AngelCastiel had overheard Dean and Sam talking about slash, but he had no idea what it really meant. He'd wanted to ask about it, but never had the occasion. So he'd waited.Curious Angel4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
An now, on one of those quiet nights in a motel room, Sam doing research, Dean drinking a beer, reading the newspaper for a hunt.
"Dean." Castiel said cautiously.
"Yeah, Cas?" Dean asked distractedly.
"What is 'slash'?" he asked, cocking his head. Unfortunately for Dean, he'd had a mouth full of beer in his mouth, and he ended up choking to stop it from coming out of his mouth. Sam's mouth just dropped.
"You're kidding. You don't want to know." Dean said, wiping dribbles of liquid off his face.
"How bad is it?" Castiel frowned.
"Really. Would you give me an example as to why?"
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Where did you even hear about slash?" he asked, closing his laptop.
Castiel shrugged. "I'd heard you talking about it."
Dean rubbed a hand through his hair. "Yeah, uh, it's .complicated."
Remember The Curious Angel?Castiel was talking about Wincest and Destiel slash. And then he remembered nothing.Remember The Curious Angel?4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Dean awoke with that sickening image in his head from Castiel's slashathon from the night before. He didn't remember what happened after Castiel described Wincest. And he was kind of glad. He really didn't want to know. He sighed heavily and felt a little surprised when he didn't feel a headache. Didn't he get drunk last night? That would explain how it was blank.
"Hello, Dean." a voice said.
Dean's eyes widened. "Go to hell, Cas."
But then he realized something. Didn't he have clothes on last night? And why did Cas's voice seem so close?
He turned his head slowly and his jaw dropped when he saw Castiel in bed next to him, shirtless.
"It's exactly what you think, you know." Cas smiled then, staring up at the ceiling.
"Did we um do it?" Dean asked, mortified.
"Yes. I found it quiet pleasant. I understand now why you have a craving to women." Castiel stated.
Dean jumped up from the be
Hiccup"Hic."Hiccup3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Dean's head jerked from the screen of the laptop, alert. He turned and saw nothing in the crummy motel room. Sam was out for a supply run, hopefully getting Dean's pie. Shrugging, he went back to watching BustyAsianBeauties.com.
Irritated, Dean shut the laptop and looked around the room. It was empty. Nothing under the bed, in the closet, bathroom...
"Okay, seriously, what the hell is going on here?" Dean demanded. Instead of getting a verbal answer, Cas appeared 3 inches away from his face. Dean yelped and fell back on the floor, staring dizzily at the ceiling.
"Hello *hic* Dean." Castiel said, staring down at him.
"What the hell, Cas?" Dean glared at him, scrambling to his feet. "Why'd ya have to do that?"
"I have no control my appearances. I *hic*-" and he vanished again, appearing on the other side of the room. "Hiccup. I hiccup."
Dean stared at him in bewilderment before bursting out laughing. "Oh man, that's actually really funny."
"Why?" Cas frowned at
Angel's LustCasitel knew he shouldn't. But the rushing water of the shower lured him to the bathroom door, knowing Dean would come out of his shower any minute, exposed. It felt forbidden, spying on one's privacy, but Castiel couldn't help it. Dean had grown on him, and Castiel had experienced feelings of lust. Lust itself was not right. It was inevitable, though.Angel's Lust4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
He placed his hand on the door knob, hands twitching at the image of Dean, so handsome and well, sweet wasn't the word. But almost affectionate. As if he was irresistible. Castiel remembered when they'd walked into a bar, and girls had immediately trying to grope over him, complimenting him, with greedy lust in there eyes. It had been proved, then, that lust wasn't a choice. Love wasn't a choice.
It wasn't want anymore. It was NEED. Pure need. It made him tingle every time Cas got close to him. It had scared him at first, but he realized he liked it. And he wanted more.
So, technically, it wasn't his fault. Human emotions
He's GoneBobby Singer had only just finished the job of exorcising all the demons that had been waiting by the holy water sprinklers. And as he walked up the steps, he dreaded to see the result of the fight.He's Gone5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Stepping over a dead body of an old woman, he walked through the dining room, and to two white doors where he heard crying. Hesitantly, he opened the doors wider.
Bobby wasn't prepared to see what he saw.
Sam was holding a body.
The body was dead.
He was covered in blood, obviously from a hellhound. His green eyes were staring, sightless, at the ceiling. One hand lay on his bloodied and torn chest, and his other hand was limp on the floor.
Bobby was frozen, numb at the sight.
Sam looked up slowly, his tears streaming down his face, and shook his head sadly. Sobbing, he brought Dean closer to him.
Bobby knew he had to say something. Anything.
"We should take him outside," he said quietly. "I'm sorry, Sam. I really am."
Sam looked up again, the sadness in his eyes deeper than ev
DestielDean walked into the motel, gun in hand. He wiped the sweat from his brow and sat down on the creaky single bed. He rested his head in his hands and ran through today's case. Letting out a heavy sigh, he leaned back to fall asleep.Destiel3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hello Dean." The deep raspy voice sounded from a shadowed corner. Without getting up or opening his eyes, Dean replied quietly, "Hey, Cas. Any news? Rogue angels? Omens? The usual?"
"Not so far" Cas said, a little hint of impatience in his voice. "Besides," he said hesistantly," That's not why I'm here."
Dean sat up, staring at the nerdy little man wearing a trench coat. "Ok?" he asked, "So why are you here Cas?"
Cas stared into his eyes in his typical mysterious "Angel of the Lord" way, and asked, "Where's Sam?"
Dean raised his eyebrow in question. "He's at the bar. Drinking. Meeting women. Figured he should have one night this year to enjoy himself a bit. Yo
Raised from PerditionPain.Raised from Perdition5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
So much pain.
That's what Dean Winchester felt, right now, in his 40th year in Hell. Every single day was filled with pain and agony that no words could be imagined for. And Dean, chained to the spider web of chains, was so full of pain that he was crying on the inside to make it stop. But it wouldn't. It never would.
After spending 10 years torturing souls with Alastair, Dean couldn't take the guilt anymore, no matter how much he enjoyed it to take his own pain away. He'd never forget the screaming, the sound of ripping flesh and bone. At the end of every day of the torturing, he stared at the tools he held and thought, "I used to save people. And I liked it. Why am I doing this? How could I do this?"
In the back of his mind, a little voice whispered, "Dad would be disappointed. Hell, he'd kill me for it."
Yet he managed to dodge those thoughts, terrified of being tortured again.
So now he was back on the rack, to suffer again. The real torturing hadn't started yet. Apparently,
Bloody Ambush Ch. 2Sam was driving back to the motel in the '67 Impala where Dean was most likely sleeping. Sighing, he made a turn into the parking lot of "Sunny Side Motel".Bloody Ambush Ch. 25 years ago in Profiles More Like This
No wonder Dean was mocking the name, Sam thought.
He stepped out of the car, only to walk over to the vending machine, put in a dollar, and grab a Coke. Taking long gulps of the soda, his eyes glanced toward the window of their motel room and Sam just about choked on the Coke when he saw the shattered glass that used to be the window.
He dropped the Coke, and ran at full speed through the doors of the motel. Sam noted that the man at the desk was dead, as were some visitors that must have been passing through when they were murdered.
But Sam wasn't worrying about them right now. He continued running to their room. When he got to Room 110, he kicked the door open, and looked around the room frantically.
And his heart caught in his throat at the sight of Dean.
He was curled like a child, and blood pooled around him. Sam immediately r
The Hero Never Dies(Wee!chester) It's Sam's first day of kindergarten. What could possibly go wrong? Demons attacking the school? NAH!The Hero Never Dies5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Sam Winchester, 5 years old, skipped ahead of his older brother, Dean, chattering happily with his fantasies of kindergarten. "And then we'll color and draw all these awesome stuff, and then we'll go play on the playground, 'cause I heard its really big. Do ya think its really big, Dean?" He asked, looking up at his brother.
Dean, who was 9, and, of course, not very worried about school, just smiled at his little brother. "Yeah, Sammy, I'm sure its huge," he said, kicking at some brown leaves on the sidewalk on the way to school. It was a slightly chillier morning than an average September day, he noted absently.
Sam grinned widely and asked yet another question, "Do they really have milk and cookies?" he asked eagerly, his brown eyes full of childish hope.
If only he knew the dangers Dean thought.
"I'm positive they do. After all, I did say so, didn't I?"
Destiel.Sam and Dean trudged back home- into a frightfully dull motel room with chipping grey paint clinging to the old beaten up walls. Sam was tired and sore from the demon-hunt. He collapsed on his bed, which made the steel springs shriek as a puff of dust and smoke exploded from the dingy bedspread.Destiel.4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"I'm going out, I need some air," Dean directed at Sam, who was already fast asleep.
Dean walked out of the room and was greeted by a cool wisp of wind as he shut the creaking door as quietly as he could. He turned around and was startled by who he saw. Cas.
"Cas, where has your feathery angel ass been?!"
"Hello, Dean," Castiel replied in a hushed but husky voice.
Whatever cares or worries Dean had, they melted away when Castiel spoke his name. And perhaps it was the dim lighting of the flickering street lights, but it looked to Dean as if Cas wore a slight smile.
There was an awkward silence that floated throught the air until Castiel remembered...
"Oh, personal space. I forgot."
Castiel was a
Bloody AmbushWARNING: BLOOD AND SLIGHT VIOLENCE. AND POSSIBLE CHARACTER DEATH.Bloody Ambush5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Set during Season 3 of Supernatural. (Before Episode 9)
Dean Winchester, shirtless with a pair of jeans on, sat in the couch of the motel he and his brother, Sam, were staying until they were finished with a demon problem. Sam was apparently at the bar, getting a drink. Sam has been drinking a lot more lately, Dean mused.
He switched through TV channels, not really watching, just thinking. At the moment he and Sam were in Iowa, and there had been some newsworthy deaths, and when they investigated, they found sulfur in the houses of the victims. It was a typical demon attack.
Dean had guessed that it wasn't just one demon doing this, so they were taking caution.
The clock ticked as Dean felt his mind start to slow down and his eyes start to drop. He was half asleep when he heard a whooshing sound. He ignored it.
Then there was a loud CLANG.
Eyes snapping open, he strode quickly to his bed, where the Colt was
Revenge of the Curious AngelDean panted, heaving a dazed and moaning Sam over his shoulder, trying to get to the Impala as fast as possible.Revenge of the Curious Angel4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Dean " Sam gasped.
"I think the Apocalypse is coming again."
"No, really. And Lucifer he decided to make Cas a-and Gabe lusting for us and-"
"You're hallucinating. Cas is just confused, that's all." Dean said, not really knowing why exactly he was defending the angel who had oddly enough convinced him to have sex with not only him, but Sam too.
"Dean, you don't understand. I feel like I was bad touched."
"Cried like it, too. When I said that Sam Winchester cries during sex, I had no idea I was right." Dean snorted.
"You seem okay with this."
"Of course not!"
"You are! You're enjoying this!"
"I am not, you bitch!"
Sam was sleeping fitfully, and to Dean's amusement, sucking his thumb. Dean was humming his way through AC/DC when there was a thump.
Dean's head jerked to the roof, where there was two little dents in it.
A Fluffy Destiel Oneshot for Cas-sFreckledHunter!!Title: In Sickness & In HealthA Fluffy Destiel Oneshot for Cas-sFreckledHunter!!2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Word Count: 1006
Pairings: Destiel (Dean/Cas)
Description: Dean's sick, And Castiel comes to take care of him
Dean shuddered, the sudden cold flash forcing Dean to grab all the disposed blankets off the floor next to the couch, where he had thrown them during the heat flash he had been having only moments before; no matter how many layers he added though, it was never enough. He had thought of calling someone, but Sam had moved back in with Amelia, Benny was still in hiding, and Castiel…well, Castiel was a different story.
As if the mere act of Dean thinking about Castiel was enough, with a flutter of wings the angel was there. Picking up Dean's blankets and tucking them around him. "Hello, Dean,"
To Let GoSam searched the woods, his panic growing as he ran through the thick trees and bushes of the forest. He could feel the blood pounding in his ears as he looked for a sign that he could see his brother.To Let Go5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Dean had been chasing a demon that was possessing a friend of theirs, Halle. The demon had possessed Halle by accident, for it was furious at the brothers for ruining its "killing spree" It had used its demonic powers to throw Sam against a tree near the road, and, Dean being himself, had gone after it.
Sam was pretty sure he had been knocked out for only about 10 minutes, so nothing drastically terrible could have happened, right? Right?
Sam, panting, stopped for a minute to get air into his lungs. His face felt hot in the chilly, foggy air of the late fall weather. Taking a deep breath, and looked around. He took a few steps, and his legs felt tired and achy.
Gotta find him. He's got be all right. Damn it Dean be O.K please. He thought desperately.
He thought about when Dean told
And then Bobby walked in...Prompt: Bobby walks inAnd then Bobby walked in...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Summary: You know Dean, I TOLD you to lock the door
Rating: M (for the beginning part)
Warnings: Bobby's mouth, Dean having his way with Sammy All that good stuff.
Sam moaned, back arching as Dean's tongue trailed down his neck towards his chest, disregarding his shirt entirely by wrenching it off. If it ripped, neither brother really cared all that much, concentrating more on just FEELING one another.
It had been a long, annoying, boring hunt and Dean was getting fed up with Cas sending them off around the US to take care of God's problems. Right now, he was going to ignore whatever responsibility he had and fuck his little brother into the mattress because hey, this was their sin, and they were more than happy to keep on sinning.
The elder Winchester sat up only long enough to pull off his coat and over shirt, Sam sitting up to help him out of his undershirt, before they fell back on the bed again, mouths connected. Sam moan
The Last Time Sam Woke Dean Up Some people are morning people. Some people are bright, and cheery, and all around joyful in the mornings. Others are not, these people are the ones who stumble blindly around their house, grumbling, running into things, and swearing as the light hits their eyes. And then there's the worst kind of morning person- Dean Winchester. All too often Sam had run around Bobby's house, followed by a very pissed, gun-toting, older brother, who he had had the misfortune of waking up.The Last Time Sam Woke Dean Up3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bobby was sitting on his couch, half-asleep yet forcing himself to read the headlines. The bold letters began to blend together, and he felt himself nodding off. Normally he would have fought to stay awake, but he was up all night with Sam and Dean, trying to find a way to stop the Apocalypse, with the added bonus of watching a now completely human Castiel. He