Happiness Can Be Found Even In The Darkest Of Times

Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times 

If one only remembers to turn on the light

And all these sorrows I have seen, They lead me to believe, That everything’s a mess. But I wanna dream. I wanna dream. Leave me to dream.

RIP Alan Rickman

I am in shock and disbelief at his death, lets remember all the happiness he brought throughout the years, as our favorite potions master and the bravest man H.P ever knew.

Give Me A Kiss

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 777

Summary: Cas asks for a kiss. Just fluff without a basic plot, I guess~

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Enjoy!

“Kiss me,” a deep, throaty voice said suddenly, drawing you out of your thoughts.

Confused, you turned to face the source of the voice. Castiel was sitting on the couch next to you, his amazingly deep blue eyes staring at you, intimidating you in a weird kind of way that stirred good feelings deep in your stomach.

“Ex-excuse me?” you stammered, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“Kiss me,” he repeated in that same tone of voice as before; deep enough to send shivers running down your spine.

And you didn’t know if it was the way he said it, the way he was looking at you or something else entirely that actually made you do it.

You leaned closer and pressed your lips to his chapped-but-soft ones, and he pressed back.

And it wasn’t just an innocent peck; but a deep kiss that took you to Heaven and brought you back again. Cas’s touch was curious, experimental, but there was something in the way he kissed you -something imperceptible but undeniably there- that made you think there was more to this than just the curiosity of an angel.

Eventually, you pulled away, panting, and he rested his forehead against yours, staring deep into your soul with his piercing blue eyes.

“That was good,” he said matter-of-factly, and that reminded you of how sudden the kiss had been to begin with.

“Cas,” you started, fully intending to continue your sentence but unable to find the suitable words. Or, in fact, any words at all. You couldn’t think of anything other than the kiss and why he had kissed you.

Cas probably noticed the shift in your demeanour towards confusion, and he frowned slightly, but his lips spread out into a smile.

And he leaned closer to you, kissing you again, drawing you into a kiss reminiscent of the one before, only more passionate, more needy, that left you panting and moaning. His movements were hesitant as he placed his hands at your waist to pull you closer towards him. He was even more hesitant with the kiss, trying to find the correct angle and the best way to use his lips and tongue to respond to your more than eager kiss.

You pulled away before you could get too immersed into the kiss and forget about the question you wanted to ask him.

“Why?” you managed to utter, struggling to catch your breath and compose yourself.

“Why what? Why did I kiss you?” he asked, his voice surprisingly and impossibly calm, coming sharp in contrast with your breathy gasps. You could only nod in reply to his question.

“Well...” Cas started to speak, and he still remained as unruffled as ever. “I was curious. I just wanted to try it,” he said with a shrug.

You hadn’t expected his answer to be this, and it made a lump rise to your throat and an uncomfortable feeling to settle in the pit of your stomach. You pulled slightly away, feeling a tad bit used but willing to overlook it, and the displeasure must have shown in your eyes because Cas’s calm façade broke and a frown clouded his expression.

“Did I do something wrong? Was there a problem with what I did?” he asked, uncertain and naïve and very much insecure.

“No, Cas, there isn’t a problem. Really. I understand,” you muttered, even though a part of you had hoped for -wanted, needed- more. More than just two kisses that had come to exist only because, apparently, your angel friend was bored and curious.

“There is a problem,” he insisted, and you sighed in annoyance.

“Okay, Cas, yes, there is. You can’t just kiss me like that and expect to get out of it with a simple ‘I was curious’. That was more than just curiosity,” you said, and his eyes widened.

“Uh... Y/N... it’s... what if I told you it’s not just curiosity?” he asked hypothetically, uncertain of himself.

The churning feeling in your stomach calmed, and there was a pleasant fluttering of hope and... something more.

“What was it then?” you asked, and he swallowed hard before replying.

“It was like. I like you, and I wanted to kiss you,” he admitted shyly, cutely, hesitantly, and he appeared surprised when a smile appeared on your face.

“Don’t worry, Cas... I like you too,” you muttered, and leaned in closer to him, kissing him with everything you had. Soon, he was on his back on the couch and you were on top of him, kissing and sucking his lips.

“I’m glad you asked,” you muttered in-between kisses, and he groaned slightly before replying.

“I’m really glad I did.”  

Run, you clever boy… and remember me.

Please, kill me.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 864

Warnings: Feels, spoilers for season ten, cursing

Summary: Dean asks something of Y/N, something she’s not sure she can do...

A/N: Hope you like it!

“Y/n,” Dean called out to you, voice surprisingly steady, as if he was struggling to keep it that way.

“I have something to tell you,” he said when you had made your way to him, sitting down on a chair next to him.

“Go on,” you said with a small smile, your gentle voice softly urging him on. You had realised the severity of the situation because of the look in his green eyes. You had never seen him like this, and it took you a bit by surprise. He was frowning, and his whole face had a clouded expression of thoughtfulness, but his eyes were practically talking to you. They were full of despair, and full of something else, too; something you couldn’t quite place, but it was there and the hurt it radiated was almost palpable.

You reached out and gently squeezed one of his hands, trying to reassure him.

Dean took a deep breath, closing his eyes as if composing himself. For a second, you were cut off from the torrent of emotions pouring out of his eyes, and this time when he opened them again, you were prepared.

“I...” He cleared his throat before continuing. “I want to tell you something. It’s... something very important.” He took one last deep breath before finally saying what he had wanted to tell you from the start.

“If... if anything happens to me; if I ever become the same murderous son of a bitch I was when I had the Mark... I... want you to do something for me,” he said, fixing you with a steady gaze. “In the line of work we’re in, you know that it’s entirely possible for the same thing to happen to me again. I don’t want that. I don’t want you and Sam and Cas to see me go through all that again. It’s not fair for you; it’s not fair for me; and most of all it’s not fair for the people I would mercilessly kill and their families.” Here, he paused to regain his bearings, and he tiredly rubbed his eyes with his free hand, the one you weren’t holding.

You were almost unable to breathe. You had the slightest idea of what he wanted you to do for him, and you were hoping he’d say something else, something less serious.

“I want you to kill me,” he stated, and that six-word sentence seemed to be your whole world in that moment. Like a mantra, it played again and again in your head. You were clutching Dean’s hand so tightly that you felt the hunter tense.

“I... I can’t... I could never do what you’re asking of me... Ask Sam...” you whispered, and he shook his head.

“You’re the only one I trust to do this. I know Sam. He’d never kill me, not if I begged him. You... you have to. For your own good. Please.” Dean was desperate now. He had been expecting a negative reaction, but he was determined to get his way.

When you expressed your disagreement again, he sighed, but didn’t give up.

“Please,” he repeated. “It has to happen that way. Not only for you and Sam and Cas, but for myself too. I won’t ever be a normal person again; I can’t take it anymore. So... if it ever comes to that... Kill me,” he said.

This time, you nodded. “Okay.” Your voice was small, hesitant, but it was all Dean had at the moment. And it was enough

“Thank you,” he said, and you nodded.

“Yeah... you’re welcome,” you whispered, smiling softly. You didn’t really want to smile, but it was either that or bursting into tears, so you decided that the first option was better.

“This means so friggin’ much to me, thanks,” he said, and you could only nod in reply.

You bit hard on your lower lip, and you felt a tear escape your eyes. Dean leaned forward and wiped it away with his thumb.

“Hey... hey, I’m sorry... but I had to say it. I needed to make sure that the world would be safe from me if anything happened again,” he said, and you leaned into his touch.

“Yes... I know. But that won’t stop me from being upset over it,” you murmured.

“But you will do it. If it’s the only option left, you will,” he said, almost as if trying to reassure himself.

“Yes,” you whispered, feeling another tear trickle down your cheek.

Instead of replying, Dean leaned forward to press his lips against yours. At first, it wasn’t much of a kiss; it was more of two pairs of lips touching each other. But then he opened his mouth, and you opened yours, and it was a heated tangle of tongues and limbs as you tried to come impossibly close to one another. When you pulled away, you were both breathing heavily and you had somehow straddled him in the passionate haze of the kiss.

“I said I will do it, but Dean, I don’t want to. I never want to get the chance to.”

Again, he didn’t reply. He just pulled you into another whirlwind of a kiss.