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FeelCastiel closed his eyes and felt the rushing air pass over his clothes and face. In a moment the noises of the forest that had surrounded him were replaced with the distant hush of cars passing by and a clock ticking on a wall. His lashes opened to survey his surroundings. One of the curtains in the small motel room was slightly open moonlight shining in and catching the blue in his irises. On the floor lay a large bag and Castiel could just make out the butt of the rifle gun concealed inside. His gaze lifted from the floor to one of the two beds above it and the reason he had come. He stood motionless for some time in the middle of the room holding his stare. Eventually he moved closer. His feet didn't make a sound as he padded across the room and sat down on the edge of the bed opposite Dean. Sam turned over and murmured but didn't wake.
Castiel's eyes studied Dean's features. He lay so peacefully chest gently rising and falling under the sheets of the double bed. His breathing was b
always have beenTitle: Always Have Been
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
Remember The Curious Angel?Castiel was talking about Wincest and Destiel slash. And then he remembered nothing.
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
Anthem of the Angels -DeanCas-Warning: Contains mentions of an abusive relationship
The first time that Dean had met Castiel, the quiet and intelligent writer whom enjoyed writing in the library, had been when Castiel could not find a book that he needed in order to research something and Dean had to help him find it. Dean was crap at organizing the books, and if it wasn't for the fact that his brother owned the library Dean would not b working there. At least that was before he had met Castiel. He noticed instantly the stunning blue eyes hidden behind the glasses he wore while he was writing, thin black frames that Dean supposed were for reading.
The second thing that Dean noticed was the almost timid behavior that Castiel showed the instant that there was a group of people anywhere near him. He would quietly slip into the stacks to avoid the people and if someone brushed up against him, Castiel would jump. It confused Dean to no end as to w
Role Play - Part 2Supernatural Season 5 spoiler warning <3
"Voyeuristic bastard." Dean growled, "Let us out of here."
"But you haven't even gotten to the good part yet." The Trickster smiled.
"Oh, nowhere pleasant."
"If you hurt him "
"Oh hush, Sammy's a big boy. He can look after himself."
Dean noticed that Castiel had fallen silent, and looked towards him. He was staring at The Trickster with a strange expression.
"How are you keeping me here?" Castiel asked.
The Trickster grinned, "House rules baby. Gotta play by them if you want out." Castiel stepped forwards and The Trickster took a step back.
Dean put a hand on the angel's arm to stay him, and took a step forwards instead. "Yeah, we got the play your roles part, but this has got to be some sort of sick joke."
The Trickster laughed and reached into his pocket, drawing out a lollipop. He unwrapped it and let it click against his teeth as he put it in his mouth.
"I'm disappointed in you Dean. I thought you'd be all over this ro
SPN - PermanentTitle: Permanent
Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Jesse, Crowley, Gabriel, Lisa, Ben.
Genre: semi-kid fic, h/c like whoa, angst
Spoilers: mid-season 5-ish
Warning: Borderline Personality Disorder, Coma, character death (could just be Lucifer )
Summary: Castiel gets turned into a human child. He doesn't like it.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Yet.
The werewolf snarled and lunged at Sam, teeth and claws bared for the maiming. He'd only had enough time to roll over from where he had landed before it clawed the part of the floor he was on not a split-second ago. He hastily grappled for his gun before the monster could shred open his insides.
"Dean!" he cried as he shot the werewolf to push it back against the wall. "Where the fuck are you?!"
He reloaded the gun and shot the werewolf again. His brother was really cutting it close this time or playing last minute hero; he didn't know which was worse. But before he could bid his not so pleasant life adieu, Dean finally deign
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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