As Long As You Love MeDean paced around Sam's motel room, a panicked expression on his face. "I don't know what the hell to get him Sam! I mean, tomorrow is Valentine's Day and I actually have someone to celebrate with, and I'm fucking it up! I mean, yeah, gay angel boyfriend that doesn't really understand human things, but I want it to be perfect," Dean said, words coming out a jumbled mess.
Sam tried to keep a straight face but he couldn't do it. Dean shot him a dirty look when he cracked up, but he couldn't contain the laughter. "Wait, you've never had someone to celebrate Valentine's Day with?" Sam said after he calmed down.
"No," he said, looking at Sam like he was an idiot. "The only relationship I've ever had was Cassie, and that wasn't in February. I mean, I've had dates if you know what I mean, but not anyone that mattered," Dean said, finally sitting down in the chair across from Sam.
"Wow. Well, do you have an
My Heart, Your HandsDean's eyes flickered from the television screen to the man sitting beside him on the small couch. It was more like a loveseat, really, but than sounded like a pansy term Sam would know so Dean pretended it was a small couch.My Heart, Your Hands5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dean let his eyes linger on the man beside him, or as it may be, the angel. His eyes slid from the angel's unruly dark hair to his piercing blue stare, currently boring holes in the tv. He let his gaze move to Cas's pink lips, currently pressed together like they would do when Cas was concentrating. His eyed traveled further, skimming over the trench coated arm and resting on the thing that was currently keeping him from focusing on the movie.
Castiel's fingers were thread tightly through his. This fact alone wasn't startling, but when Dean thought about it long enough, which he did of course, he realized he'd never really done this. He could probably count the number of times he'd held someone's ha
A Single TouchDean was getting antsy. He really, really wanted to be with Cas right now, alone, but instead he was sitting on the edge of his bed, glaring at Sam. Sure, Cas was there too, which did make it better, but Sam was just fucking around on his laptop, looking for a case.A Single Touch4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dean cleared his throat obnoxiously. Cas didn't pay any attention, just continued to sit in a chair looking out the window but Sam glanced at him, giant caveman forehead all wrinkled up. Dean tried to signal Sam to leave by jerking his head at the door, but he was tense and it ended up looking like a repressed seizure, and Sam just went back to his laptop. Dean sighed.
This was why he wanted to get separate rooms, but no, they couldn't do that because Sam didn't want to blow through their credit cards any faster than they already do. Not that that should matter, they weren't really theirs anyway, but Sam bitched and Dean conceded.
And that brings them to situ
The Impossible Child It was not possible. It was more than just not possible, it was imfuckingpossible. But the impossibility of Castiel's situation didn't stop Dean and Cas from sitting around the pregnancy test, looking at it like it was a venomous snake. They stared at it for a good twenty minutes, unsure as to what to do. "Dean?"The Impossible Child4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We need help."
They sat in silence for another twenty minutes, both reaching the same conclusion at the same time. "Sam!"
"You two fucked in the fertility room, didn't you?" Sam was sitting across the table from Dean, trying to ignore the pacing Castiel behind him. Dean and Cas exchanged a guilty look, and Sam sighed. "Dude, I told you not to fuck in there."
"I thought it was a
The Sacrifices of Love Castiel held Sam's newborn son in his arms, cradling the boy with an unnatural tenderness. Sam was in the room with his wife, celebrating the birth of their son, and Dean stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, able to keep an eye on his brother and his nephew. "He's..beautiful." Castiel's voice was soft, and one of his hands was on the boy's chest. Dean smiled at Cas, his hazel eyes lingering on his lover's face.The Sacrifices of Love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Castiel was enraptured with the boy, one of his rough hands gently situating on the boy's rapidly beating heart. He could see inside the boy's mind, wrapped instantly in the white pureness of innocence. Here, in the baby's mind, Cas could see pure innocence, the crimson stains of his own past glaring blindingly at him.
The boy's mind was white as newly fallen snow, and the longer Cas stared into it the more he felt that his crimson past was stainin
Friends in Holy PlacesCastiel was very confused. Someone was calling for him, and it wasn't either Winchester, or even Bobby. But the voice was familiarFriends in Holy Places4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He answered the call, appearing in a house that took him only a moment to place. He'd died in this house once. It was the home of Chuck Shirley, prophet of the Lord.
"Good you came. I kinda thought you wouldn't, even though I wrote that you did " Chuck said, coming around the corner looking potentially more disheveled than usual. "I just finished a new chapter," he said, explaining his appearance.
"You called me?" Castiel asked politely, unsure why Chuck wanted to see him.
"Yeah. I've wanted to talk to you about this for a while but, y'know. Awkward," the prophet said with a shrug.
Chuck plopped himself down in his armchair and motioned for Castiel to sit on the couch. The angel took in the ratty piece of furniture before perching on t
SextingSam was getting real damn tired of Dean's weird behavior. The older Winchester was texting - texting - and giggling. Honest-to-God-I'm-sharing-a-motel-room-with-a-teenage-girl giggling.Sexting4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Maybe Bobby finally figured out how to text and they were joking about something. Yeah, that had to be it, right? Because the only other person Dean knew besides Sam and Bobby was Cas, and he barely knew how to make a call, there's no way he knew how to text.
But the Bobby explanation didn't cover Dean receiving a text, leaping from his bed, running to the bathroom, and returning less than a minute later with a smirk on his face.
Sam couldn't take it anymore. "What the hell are you doing?" he snapped.
Dean looked up at him, already sprawled back on his bed. "Sexting," he said with another smirk and a tell-tale waggle of his eyebrows.
"With who?" he asked, incredulous.
"Cas," Dean said, smirk turning into a gleeful little smile.
No More WomenDean sighed and laid his head back against the cold ground. He'd been a fool for not waiting for Sam on this hunt. He was soaking wet, barely making it out of the water alive. He'd given up about three feet from the water's edge and prayed that the Magyr in the salt water cove of Charleston South Carolina would just leave him for dead. Sam asked him to wait, but Dean was looking for a hunt. Lucifer had holed up underground for awhile, leaving no trace of where he could be, even if they could stop him.No More Women6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dean looked up when the water at his feet rippled, and groaned in misery. An ugly mermaid with webbed hands, deformed face, double-chin, and a classic fish tale, was climbing out of the water towards him, malice written on her face as is slowly edged her way up to him. Dean tried to scoot back, but his water logged clothes made it hard for him to move and she caught up to him, a ice cold watery hand latched around his ankle and began to drag him back down to the water.
"No," Dean moaned,
The County Fair"No," Sam said for the tenth time.The County Fair4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dean flopped down on his bed, trying to mimic Sam's puppy eyes. "C'mon Sam, please?"
"Dude, what else are we gonna do in this shithole town?" Dean whined.
"I was gonna catch some sleep and I assumed you were gonna go to a bar."
"Dry county," Dean sneered.
Sam made a sympathetic face. "Ouch. I'm still not going to the lame-ass county fair with you."
Dean pouted. "Asshole. I can't go by myself dude, a thirty year old man wandering around by himself at a fair? Looks all kinds of creepy."
Sam turned his attention back to his laptop, already done with the conversation. "Call Cas," he offered.
Dean didn't respond immediately. Maybe that wasn't a half bad idea. He could maybe ruffle the angel's feathers and get him to loosen up. He pulled his phone out and texted the motel and room number to Cas, who was now standing at the f
Angel of the CenterfoldDean shot down the dark and empty highway like he had Hellhounds on his tail, but that's just how he drives. His lips were pursed together and he had everything on his mind except the two asphalt lanes stretched in front of him. The separation from Sam was weighing heavily in his thoughts, but not as much as something he'd been fighting not to think about.Angel of the Centerfold5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
More specifically, the way Dean couldn't stop thinking about him, no matter how hard he'd tried. Sometimes he would find himself staring at Cas, almost unable to look away. But then the angel would catch him staring, and Dean would act like he had been lost in thought or something. Of course, it's not like Cas would understand things like longing glances. Understanding human nature in general was not his strong suit. But that was ok with Dean, because he found Cas's literal stance to be adorable.
"Jesus, Dean, could you be any gayer?" he mumble
A Year Goes By -Destiel-It's half past three in the morning, and all I can hear is Sammy's slow breathing, the tick-tock of the bedside clock, and the steady thumping of my heart. It grows faster as all the memories of the day whirr about in my head, refusing to let me sleep. So instead I sit up, run a hand over my face and through my hair, let them rest under chin and gaze though the window, into the clear night outside. I quickly get lost in my thoughts.A Year Goes By -Destiel-5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don't know why I'm still surprised
Even angels have their wicked schemes
And you take that to new extremes
But you'll always be my hero
Even though you've lost your mind
It had started out so well, he was like.....a saviour. An answer to our questions, a solution to all our problems. But now, he's the fucking problem. The screwed-up all mighty, ready to smite and scold. How could he do this to us? To me?
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
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.5 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
SPN - Dog Nights - DestielDean/Castiel. Set in the middle of season 6. Castiel arrives late one night in terrible shape. Dean gives him the best help a GED and a lively experience in hunting-related first aid can give. Also fluff. So much fluff.SPN - Dog Nights - Destiel5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The flickering, illuminated face of the decade-old bedside clock flashed 3:27 when Dean finally realized he was just not destined for sleep tonight. A trunk full of Ibuprofen couldn't take out the powerful throbbing in the shoulder a psychotic shapeshifter had dislocated that afternoon, and Sam was snoring through what they suspected was a broken nose in the next bed.
With a gruff sigh of defeat, Dean shifted carefully upright against the headboard, rubbing his eye with his bandaged left hand. He figured he might as well get back to researching about Eve and swung his legs silently over the edge of the bed. He cast a glance over at Sam as he always did, assuring himself that his brother was present and in one piece before he got stiffly to his feet and shuffled o
say you dont need meTitle: Say You Don't Need Mesay you dont need me5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Author: Ginny Winchester
Genre: Angst, Romance, Humor, Slash
Summary: Cas demands the truth from Dean. And gets more than he'd bargained for.
Dean was sitting on his bed in the crappy motel room, waiting for Sam to return from researching, but he knew it wasn't gonna happen soon. What a geek.
So Dean took the time to think about the last few weeks.
Once more who am I trying to fool? Sam? Really? Yeah, right as if him being so damn smart wasn't enough, but he is my brother, he knows me! And I bet he knows what's going on, but the son of a bitch won't ask me 'cause he knows I'm not gonna give a proper answer. And he's right. But still, Sammy is one thing but Cas? Holy mother of crap sooner or later he's gonna freak out and just appear outta nowhere to beat the shit outta me, and I'm guessing what I got from him when I wanted to say yes to
always have beenTitle: Always Have Beenalways have been5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Slash
Spoilers: Season 5 Episode 17 "99 Problems"
Summary: Castiel is really broken up about his father abandoning him, and Dean just wants to do something to make him feel better.
- How do you manage?
- Well... on a good day you get to kill a whore.
Dean smiled but Castiel only sighed and bent his head down. He seemed so sad... Dean wanted to do something, anything to make him feel better. But he was never any good at comforting. Especially with a guy.
But *this* guy, he is different. He pulled me out of Hell, damn it! The least I can do is sit beside him and say 'It's gonna be okay.'
So he sat down on the bench next to the angel and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
- Hey, it's okay. I know you feel bad about your dad, but... you still got me. I know it's not that good but it's something. You ca
Right Here Waiting -Destiel-Right Here Waiting -Destiel-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As if the week had not be stressful enough, Dean had found himself thrust into the future against his will, and so far he had not liked what he had seen, not just because his future self was a complete dick, and Sam was no where to be seen. It was the extremely drastic change in Castiel that had startled him the most, the way that future Dean acted with the ex-angel. They were cold to each other, not to mention the fact that Castiel was essentially on a constant high.
Back in his own time, back in 2009, he and Castiel were friends; hell they were almost more than friends as his damned heart and mind kept reminding him. The thoughts that he had about the angel back in his own time; it took all his strength to hide the thoughts from Castiel. Though once or twice he had knew almost instantly he had failed, occasionally catching a blush on his cheeks and only smiled when Castiel would sheepishly turn away from him. Castiel was by far one of his best friends, and Dean had been doing his bes
New Anniversary"Hey, Castiel, look at this," Gabriel called to his brother over his shoulder. He had stolen Sam's laptop while the hunter was out with Dean on a food run. Cas walked up to Gabriel curiously and peered over his shoulder at the article the archangel was reading.New Anniversary4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"National Kissing Day?" Cas said, his head tilting. "What is the point of this?"
"Well, it gives you an excuse to kiss Dean senseless," Gabriel chuckled. "Though I never need one to kiss Sammy." Cas's eyes flicked over the article, reading quickly. A smile curved his lips and Gabriel knew he had scored a point. He closed the laptop and stood to stretch.
"So, that mind of yours planning madly?" Gabriel asked, smirking at Cas. The younger angel nodded, a light in his eyes. Without warning, Cas turned on his heel and rushed upstairs, stomping loudly in his haste. Gabriel chuckled again and wandered into the kitchen. He had already planned out exactly how he was going to seduce Sam today, having found out a few days ago about the up
Waking Up in Bobby's Dean woke up, hung-over, breathless, and aching in places he'd never knew existed. He was naked, but that wasn't uncommon. He had a nasty habit of getting wasted and then getting it on with the girl nearest to him, so he wasn't that put off. "Hello, Dean." As he recognized the voice, he realized he was very put off.Waking Up in Bobby's4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He rolled onto his side, barely noticing the bruises on his arms and legs, and was face to face with the person (he used that term loosely) he least expected to see naked beside him. "Cas?"
The man beside him-who was equally naked, but not as bruised-nodded and rolled so that he faced Dean, his hand falling in the space between the two. "I assume you remember nothing from last night." Cas's lips twitched as Dean floundered for an answer, and Cas gestured to Dean's bruised body. Dean examined the bruises for a few minutes, until he finally figured out what was odd abou
Calling All You AngelsIt had been three months since Sammy had died. At least, that's the way Dean preferred to think about it. He couldn't face the fact that his brother was trapped down in Lucifer's Cage. Dean knew a thing or two about being trapped, he'd served his time on the rack in hell after all. So when he thought about Sammy he'd pretend he was dead. He'd be better off.Calling All You Angels5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Maybe I would be too," Dean mumbled to himself before taking another swig from the bottle of vodka he'd been working on for the last half hour. He winced at the taste, vodka had never been his drink of choice but it was hard and that's what he needed.
Dean ran his fingers along the painter's cloth covering his precious car. Right now it should be parked outside a cheap motel room instead of quietly rusting away in Lisa's garage. He couldn't think of it as his garage just yet, not now, maybe not ever.
He took another long drink from the bottle an
Slow DancingSlow Dancing4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Summary: Just a short drabble about how Sam witnessed the build-up and creation of Dean & Castiel, and a little something he never thought he'd actually ever see. His brother. Slow dancing.
Word count: 2,138
Pretty much every rock and metal band in the history of ever had at least one song on at least one album which was a slow ode to love lost, or love found... Just love in general. Sam knew they were Dean's guilty pleasure; he listened to them when he thought Sam was out of the house. Sam thought he'd stumbled upon one of those moments where he catches Dean singing along and mocks him about it until he accidentally does something worse and the mockery turns on to him. What he'd stumbled upon instead was definitely not what he was expecting. He couldn't stop watching. It was like a car crash. He knew he should have turned and walked in the opposite direction, but he couldn't tear his eyes from the sight of his brother and his
wud you mind explainingTitle: Would You Mind Explaining...?wud you mind explaining5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Slash
Spoilers: Season 5 Episode 14 "My Bloody Valentine"
Summary: Dean is trying to deal with things on his own, but Cas wants him to understand he is not alone.
- I need some help... please...
My vision was already blurred by the tears filling my eyes.
I can't do this. I mean, goddamnit, he is my brother! He isn't just something evil that deserves to be locked down in that room! I never wanted to hurt him, and I still dont wanna, I'm just... I'm so afraid of what he might become if I don't stop it...
Sam... I'm so sorry...
I tried so hard to hold back my tears, and somehow I managed. But then I heard that sound... and felt a gentle breeze on my face.
Oh no, not now... Leave me alone...
But I heard the footsteps as he came closer from behind.
Please don't... I don't wanna
Just StayCastiel knew Dean didn't sense his presence. The hunter, sat on the end of the bed, thought he was alone with his thoughts, his feelings, and his broken heart. He let his head fall into his hands, Castiel listening as Dean mumbled something under his breath.Just Stay5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"J's want someone here when I need 'em. S'at too hard t'ask?" His voice was choked, pain pushing its way through into his tone, something Castiel couldn't miss.
Dean would never say this out loud to anyone, Castiel knew. The angel felt a little uncomfortable and intrusive as Dean began to shake, holding back what he'd always hidden. The pain, the grief and frustration still wasn't fully free, because Dean wouldn't let them go.
Even alone, Dean would not cry.
Castiel stepped forward slowly, silent. He only stopped when he was barely half a pace from the hunter, where he knelt down and carefully took Dean's head in his hands. Dean jumped, surprised, but didn't push Castiel away. They stared at each other, blue ice melting in green de
How High Can You Fly With Blackened Wings? Castiel lay on the ground, his broken ribs taking longer than usual to heal. Uriel had punished him, much to Anna's delight. "Good, Uriel. That's very good," she had said, surveying the bruises on Castiel's body as one might survey a new house. "You did well. He deserved to be beaten."How High Can You Fly With Blackened Wings?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Uriel looked at her, his deep black eyes showing his distrust. She was his commander though, so he played the part of good soldier, fleeing the scene as quickly as possible.
Anna kneeled down, smiling savagely as Castiel's eyes widened. "I have seen the colour of your wings." His breath caught in his throat, and her sadistic smile widened. "I know that you are not one of us. And you most certainly aren't like me."
Castiel coughed, his face twisting at the taste of blood, making a mental note to give Uriel a beating that was equivalent to t
DeStiel: Key To Being HumanDeStiel: Key To Being Human4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Large dirty farm trucks rolled by on the steady road in front, wind blowing past the tyres, stirring up the dirt on the quiet streets, flying past the red hearted wind chime that hung the local restaurant window where large painted letter read 'Happy Valentine's Day Specials'. A man in a well-worn trench coat stared on at them a moment, 'There was something about his holiday' he swiveled about, following the pair of flitting wings that swept past his left ear. Small child like figures hung in the air, giggling to themselves. Their wings hissed behind them, whispering to one another like school girls, it was the season for them after all. Love was quite literally, in the air. They continued about seemingly unaware of the growing aggravation in the sigh that past the Angels lips. 'Cherubs go crazy and the humans-'
The door of the restaurant swung open with furiousity, pulling him from thought.
"I hate this holiday! It's all the sentimental hearts and crap!" One man shouted
in the lightTitle: In The Lightin the light5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Slash
Spoilers: Season 4
Summary: Dean dreams of Hell again, and there's someone he wants to talk to when he wakes up.
It's all red, black and white Screams of pain, cries of agony He doesn't care. He lifts his blade and shoves it into the yelling form in front of him. He feels blood dripping down his face. But he doesn't care, just wipes it down with the back of his hand, then steps closer and continues carving the flesh of his newest victim. He doesn't think, he can't, because he'd fall apart. He isn't even himself. At least he hopes so.
He looks up, sees the darkness and red smoke surrounding him. Every day he wonders if this is going to last forever. Every day he prays, he prays for someone, anyone, either to save him, or make it all go away. And honestly, he would choose the second option. He doesn't think he deserves t