You're Not AloneDean's finger traced along the edge of the scar on his shoulder and he shivered as the difference in texture raised goose bumps on his flesh. He hated it, the raised handprint. It made him feel like he had been claimed, branded, by Cas and he didn't like how it made the women he shared one night stands with questionable. He couldn't explain it to them. He'd started having sex with his clothes on just to avoid them staring at it.You're Not Alone3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He turned to Castiel, who was standing in the doorway, swaying slightly as he rarely did, usually when he had somewhere else he had to be but was remaining since Dean had called him there and had not yet said why.
"So, uh." He didn't know how to say it and the angel was just standing there, staring at him, "This scar. I was wondering if you could, y'know, get rid of it?"
Cas tilted his head at that, stepping forward, "The one from Hell."
He reached out and rested his hand on the red skin, so smooth under his calloused hands. There was a hint of emotion
A Real Smile - Destiel - Ch.1A Real Smile - Destiel - Ch.13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
SPOILER WARNING!!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN ALL OF SEASON 5 UNLESS YOU'RE COOL WITH SPOILERS!
UNECESSARY SECOND WARNING: Involves some kissy kissy shnuggles and stuff (though not in great detail and not too much of the stuff.... also, none of any of those things are in this particular part...)
Imagine a world where Sam had never thought of saying yes to Lucifer and jumping in. A world where one little idea never popped into the younger Winchester's head. In this world, the brothers tried to simply trick Lucifer, to push him into his cage. In this world, Castiel never lost all of his powers. He could only travel by himself though and was basically powerless. Cas never came back to them after he helped them get to Adam. Cas made one little phone call, refusing to help, before he took off.
This is the first time that Dean has seen the angel since he carved that Sigil into his chest.
Dean heard the familiar thudding of wings and knew that
ScatterbrainWhatever that thing in the bathroom was, it was laughing at them. Dean had stopped trying to reason with it, it was too weird, seeing it in his friend's body. That wasn't the case for Sam though. Whenever the manic laughter subsided he would knock, see if the things had faded away and if he could get a word in with one of the proper inhabitants.Scatterbrain3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cas was strong, his Grace giving him the ability to fight the thing from the inside, take control of his body once more. He was losing though, exhausted, and the thing inside had his body longer each time. Sometimes when it faded it wasn't even Cas who came back through, but Jimmy. He would scream and cry and rake at the walls, trying anything to get rid of the thing burning away at his insides. Dean just hoped that he hadn't left any weapons in there, so Jimmy couldn't try to cut the thing out.
The laughing died down and Sam knocked on the door. "Cas?" he called, hoping that he'd get a gruff response.
He didn't. The voice was high pitched and
Protect Me From What I WantSam walked slowly, but he didn't want to walk at all. His hand tightly gripping the fiery ache in his side he forced himself forward. He couldn't stop. He had to keep going. He had to find Dean. Dean would know what to do. There was a line in his head and he kept repeating it, using it to drive himself forward. It was a simple line and soon it became a montra.Protect Me From What I Want3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It doesn't matter how slowly you go, as long as you do not stop."
The pressure that he was applying wasn't enough, his blood was still dripping from between his long fingers, soaking though both of his shirts and his jackets. He didn't know why he wore so much stuff. It was too hot. If he had the strength to he would have been stripping the layers off but in the back of his mind he remembered that overheated was a symptom of blood loss.
Dean was ahead of him, lying face first on the cement. He wasn't moving. Sam's pace quickened, taking him to his brothers side. He was bleeding just as badly as Sam was, but he was alive. This sh
Coffee Break"Here," Dean said, setting down the coffee cup. Cas looked at it.Coffee Break3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"It's coffee," Dean said, raising his eyebrows. "You ordered it. You're supposed to drink it ?"
"I know what it is," Cas said sharply. "I'm intelligent. I just"
Dean sat down at the small table, his legs accidentally knocking into Castiel's. He grimaced. "Fucking small smartass college coffee"
"I'm just not sure how caffeine will affect Jimmy," Cas finished.
Dean looked up at him. "Oh, yeah, your vessel. Well caffeine makes you more hyper? I don't know, I always preferred a bit of liquid courage over liquid yappy dog."
"That doesn't make sense, courage is a trait and a yappy dog is an animal, how are those even comparable to liquids or to each other?" Cas said.
Dean looked at Cas. "Just drink your damn coffee," he retorted.
"How long is Sam going to be busy, anyway," Cas said, cau
When Past and Future CollideCastiel didn't notice the lessening of his power after his brothers left the Earth. He was already fairly weak by that point, barely enough power to function as Dean's angel-taxi. But, about halfway through 2010, with the whole world a warzone, Cas had to admit that he was no longer an angel. He was human and powerless. Vulnerable in this world where even children were taught to carry guns and shoot without question.When Past and Future Collide3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He dreaded telling Dean, exposing his own uselessness to the hunter who needed him. Cas was the only person Dean had left after he and Sam had split up. Which had been done for the world's sake but was now meaningless. Like so much else. Finally, after a particularly harrowing battle, Cas had to tell the truth.
"I... I can't, Dean," Cas admitted, staring the at the floor. "I can't heal anyone anymore. My powers are all gone."
"So, you're a baby in a trenchcoat again?" Dean asked, his voice rising in anger. "You are a human now?" Cas nodded slowly, unable to meet Dea
The Purrrfect Plan.Castiel glared at his best friend while using a stern tone of voice, attempting to get his point accross. "Balthazar, I came here for some peace, not to be questioned of my actions further."The Purrrfect Plan.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Balthazar looked at Castiel suspicously and a small smirk played on his lips. "You do, don't you?"
Castiel bluntly backfired, trying to act oblivious. "Do what?"
Balthazars smile widened, eyebrows waggling reaching towards the end of his sentance. "You like him, Dean I mean. And by like I mean, you're in love with him, aren't you. C'mon, Cassie, I've never been wrong before."
Castiel sighed, it was true, Balthazar had a track record for being right about just about everything, but 'damn Balthazar for being so persistant.' "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Come on Cassie, how long are you going to endulge yourself in this charade?"
Castiel stayed silent, jaw clenched, ready to fly if Balthazar acused him of 'loving' Dean again.
"I have an idea and if you wish to humour me, then you could pr
Sentiment "I miss him, Dean." Sam looked up at his older brother, tears stinging the corner of his eyes.Sentiment3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dean was jolted awake by Sam's voice, looking at him with a dazed expression before he was finally able to make out what his brother had said. "Miss who?" Dean asked, even though he had a vague suspicion that he knew who Sam was referring to.
"Dad." Sam looked away from Dean, his hands moving to his eyes, wiping away the tears that were forming.
They were seated around a fire in Bobby's living room, with Bobby nowhere to be found. Sam was sitting on the floor in front of the recliner which Gabriel was currently passed out in, and Dean and Castiel were tangled together on the couch, Cas's light breaths tickling Dean's ear.
Dean managed to ignore Cas, focusing instead on his brother. "I m
SPN: Forever YoursSPN: Forever Yours5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
(Caution! This is rated T)
"Sam isn't going to like this, Dean." Remarked Cas as Dean drove fearlessly down the black tar.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him" Dean snapped back.
Castiel turned his head to look back out the window just to find the dark trees whipping by as the Impala's sweet engine roared down the road.
"Tell me where were going" Demanded Cas.
Dean sighed, slowing the impala down a tiny bit. "I wanted some alone time is all"
"I'll leave you then" Cas interrupted,
"With you" Dean immediately said, finishing his sentence.
The statement sent a rush of blood flow to Castiel's cheeks.
"W-why?" asked Castiel in a flustered tone.
Dean rolled his eyes with a smile, "We can't necessarily do specific things with Sam around"
"What kind of things?" Cas asked with a tilt of his pretty little head.
There was a pause before Dean started chucking. "You just don't get it sometimes do you?"
"What don't I get?" Cas asked seriously.
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
Childhood CrushesTitle: Childhood CrushesChildhood Crushes3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Summary: Tony reminisces over a comic and Steve is there to here the story of a crush.
AN: First ever Avengers ficlet so please, don't be too harsh. Tony and Steve may be a bit OOC, so I apologize for that. Hope you enjoy.
At the tender age of nine, Tony fell in love. Not that he knew what that was yet, he thought it to be adoration at the time. But when ever his father told him the stories about a blonde boy that went from being the most sickly man to a super solider, he always got a smile on his face and a feeling of happiness in his tummy. Sometimes he would just stare at the comics that he had and wonder what it would be like to know the American icon and what his voice would sound like. If he would a nice man or be a busy person like his father that was rarely seen around the house. He wondered about how tall he really would look in person and how his real smile would light up his face.
So all these feelings made it a very common occurrence to s
Someone Worth Waking up To Dean had been shot, stabbed, possessed, started the Apocalypse, and been killed more times than he cared to count. For years he had hated his life. His little brother-who meant the world to him, who he would, and had, killed for- hated him. His father, the only man Dean had ever tried to please, thought he was a disappointment. Then he died. Dean still wasn't sure what his cause of death was, but that didn't stop him from feeling like he had failed his father.Someone Worth Waking up To3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Then he met Lisa, who made him loathe his pathetic life just a little bit more. She was a whiny, needy, annoying little bitch. He stayed with her. She was pretty. But she made him hate himself. She could make him feel like shit for being who he was, and he hated it. It wasn't like he had chosen to grow up living the life of a Hunter.
Love and RocketsSam leaned back against the picnic table, looking up at the stars. Cas was sitting beside him, unmoving. He was hardly even breathing. Sam wondered what the stars looked like to the angel, they existed in Heaven, no doubt, but here, out far enough out of the city so that the lights weren't obliterating them, they were gorgeous.Love and Rockets3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dean had left them there a half hour ago, driving to pick up some illegal fireworks somewhere or other. Neither one of the Winchester's had bothered telling Cas this, he wouldn't understand the point and probably have issues with the whole illegal part.
There was a sound like a gunshot and suddenly Sam was on the ground. He couldn't think for a second, too shocked by Cas pushing him to the cement, putting as much of his body on top of Sam's back as he could, covering him from whatever that sound was. They both looked around and, after a moment, Sam began to laugh.
"Stay down." Cas growled in his ear, "You're laughing isn't helping."
There were too more gunshots
At any Cost - Chapt 1At any Cost - Chapt 12 years ago in Drama More Like This
At Any Cost
Chapter 1: No one could ever stop it now...
Under the darkness of night, the old run down hospital's long winding hall didn't seem to have an end. Guns drawn, Sam and Dean moved swiftly and meticulously through the maze of corridors, carefully making their way over debris that littered the floor as they searched the rooms one by one for the source of the haunting that had brought them out there in the first place. After refusing to play their role as vessels in the final battle between Heaven & Hell, the brothers were determined to find their own way out of the mess they'd made; choosing to fight for themselves rather than give in to the angels and demons that were trying to tear them apart for their own purpose. Despite being wanted by both sides, the threat of a looming Apocalypse and the fact that all odds were against them coming out of it alive, going back to hunting and keeping busy seemed like the best distraction... if only to keep the crushing weight off their shou
The Only Thing I KnowDean thought he would be done with the flashbacks within a few months, but still they were coming in his sleep, when he closed his eyes, when he was staring at the road for too long. He could still feel the weight of a razor in his hand and every time he had a one night stand he pictured his partner on his rack. He needed it to stop. He hadn't slept a single night all the way through since Cas pulled him out of Hell, he hadn't even gotten his usual three or four hours a night.The Only Thing I Know3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sam was worried, as per always and Cas seemed to be hanging around a lot more often, but he wasn't mentioning it to them. Cas would want to remove the memories from his head and he hated it when the angel went digging around in there. Sam would only pressure him into talking about it like a seventeen year old girl. No, he was stronger than flashbacks, stronger than hell. He could, he would, get through this all on his own.
Or at least that's what he thought when he wasn't in the midst of one.
Fic: Great Affection -Sassy-Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or it's characters.Fic: Great Affection -Sassy-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Warnings: Slash, Sam/Cas - Sassy, Dean finds out.
Dean entered the motel room he shared with Sam and his eyes immediately went wide. There on the motel's bed sat his half naked baby brother and an angel of the lord. Their lips had been locked just moments before. Sam now looked like a deer caught in headlights and any other time Dean would have found it amusing, he definitely wasn't laughing now however.
"What the hell is this?" he demanded motioning his hands in-between the pair on the bed. "I uhh... Cas... umm..." Sam's heart was beating rapidly in his chest and he couldn't seem to form a sentence. Castiel looked over at him with a confused expression, "Sam and I were kissing and I was rather quite enjoying it. Hell did not have anything to do with it." Castiel deadpanned. "It's an expression and I saw that!" "Then I do not understand why you asked." Sam's eyes went even wider as
Lack of ColorDean stood inside of the dingy motel room, his heart thump-thumping in his chest, clutching a mostly empty beer bottle in his hand. He needed something more, something stronger, something to really sear at the pain in his chest and make it go away, not forever, because that would be a childish, stupid wish, but just for a little while, long enough. Long enough to actually smile, for a real smile to make it's way across his face, because, since Cas had gone postal then died Dean hadn't been able to smile, and now, with Bobby gone too Dean didn't know how much more he could take. He was trying, dammit he was, but he was failing. Dean finished off the bottle then began pawing through his duffel bag, hoping something, anything, would be in there. He came up with half a bottle of whiskeky. A bitter smile worked it's way across his face and he opened the bottle, bringing it to his lips and taking a long swig. He then threw himself onto the bed, he was alone right now, Sam wasLack of Color3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Me~*~Tease Me~*~Me3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Fingers skimming over skin, hitting all the right places making him moan out. Nips and playful licks placed over the sweat slicked skin following the fingers. Moans and soft whimpers fill the darkening room as more teasing caresses are placed. Always so close, but never enough for real contact.
Lips mold against one another's softly at first, then pressing harder and more passionate. Tongues play together in a tangle as the elders hands tangle in shaggy dark brown hair, pulling him closer. Teeth meet the younger's bottom lip sensually, eliciting a plethora of moans, whimper and gasps. Their lips met again, slightly more frenzied, yet still slow and smoldering.
Dean was never really one for touchy feely things, his no chick flick moment held, even harder it seemed at times. There were points when he would let Sam talk him into doing slightly girly things though.
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 Love3 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
A Real Smile - Destiel - Ch.2A Real Smile - Destiel - Ch.23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
SPOILER WARNING!!!! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN ALL OF SEASON 5 UNLESS YOU'RE COOL WITH SPOILERS!
Castiel was angry. He didn't want to hurt Dean like he had the last time they'd been in this situation, but he couldn't just stand around and let Dean give in. He didn't know what else he could say. What could he do to convince this man that he wasn't worthless? Because that's what Dean thought. He thought he was nothing, just a pawn in the heaven's giant game of chess. Cas believed that Dean was more than that. Dean was important.
When Dean finally spoke, it was only to utter the words "I'm not saying yes," and slide down so that he was sitting in the doorway.
Cas placed a hand on Dean's head. "So you're just going to watch the world burn?"
"What else am I supposed to do?" Dean sounded like a lost, wounded dog. He looked up at Cas, eyes shining with unshed tears.
"We have to get Sam back. We have to do as Gabriel said."
"We've already tried trapping Lucifer! Man
feels good, manfeels good, man4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cas isn't sure when he stopped caring about his vessel - his body, now. He guesses it might be somewhere around the time when it really, truly sinks in that his brothers and sisters had left him, and the first night Dean offers him some foul smelling something rolled up in brown paper, promising him a few hours of peace and calm. It'll help you relax, he says, trust me, Cas. The painful emptiness he feels where his grace used to be is tolerable that night.
It isn't long after that before he's accepting anything handed to him by anyone without so much as a thought as to what it is or what it could do to him. All it takes is a feels real good, man or a hey, I found this in that hospital last week, shit'll knock you on your ass so quick and it's already gone. It's his body now, he thinks, the first thing in his nearly infinite existence that he's free to do with as he pleases, and he's going to do just that. One of the perks of being
Lover's Spat "Hello?"Lover's Spat3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Who is this?"
"It's me, Ca-"
"Why the hell are you calling me? You already said everything you needed to." Anger. Cas could almost feel the burn of Dean's green eyes through the phone. Almost.
"Dean, please listen to me."
"No, you listen, you trench-coated bastard." Cas winced, but said nothing. It was best to let Dean work all his anger out. "I bared myself for you, Cas. I opened myself up to you more than I ever have anyone else." Cas opened his mouth to counter, but Dean pressed on with, "dammit, Cas, I opened up t
Late Night Texts 3D: RISIN' UP! BACK ON THE STREETS!Late Night Texts 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: Dude, go to sleep. It's three in the morning.
D: DID MY TIME, TOOK MY CHANCES!
S: Seriously, dude. Sleep.
D: WENT THE DISTANCE NOW I'M BACK ON MY FEET.
S: If I text the lyrics back to you will you go to sleep?
D: JUST A MAN AND HIS WILL TO SURVIVE.
S: Seriously, dude you need a life.
D: SO MANY TIMES, IT HAPPENS SO FAST.
S: Why the fuck are you yelling at me through a text message?
D: YOU TRADE YOUR PASSION FOR GLORY!
S: I can't believe I'm doing this.
S: Don't lose your grip, on the dreams of the past.
D: YOU MUST FIGHT JUST TO KEEP THEM ALIVE.
S: There, I texted a lyric back, are you happy?
D: IT'S THE EYE OF THE TIGER!
S: Of course.
S: Stop text singing and go to sleep, Dean. Gabe
D: IT'S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT!
S: Your brother has a more useful purpose than to text you song lyrics. Gabe
D: And what would that be?
S: Me. Gabe
D: What about you?
S: He does me now. Gabe
D: Fuck you.
Birthday Party Present BluesBirthday Party Presents BluesBirthday Party Present Blues3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Castiel was utterly lost as to what to do. He really, really had no idea. Instead of taking the easy way just asking someone who did have an idea he decided to find out himself. Never before had he been in a position to have an occasion for which he'd have to have a present and he wasn't quite sure what it had to be like. Of course, he could ask Samuel or Gabriel or Balthazar, but the two last mentioned would probably mock him or give him something he'd embarrass himself with, and the first mentioned would be overly helpful, which would make Castiel feel rather uncomfortable. No, he preferred going off on his own in search for a birthday present for his best friend Dean Winchester. He knew Dean would be happy when he gave him a pie an apple pie, home-made and still warm but that would be too easy. So no. No pie, unless he couldn't find anything else.