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[fic] [supernatural | castiel -> dean] ajar

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It was sinful, they said. Emotions were doorways to doubt. What was an angel without faith?

Castiel was recalled for Correction, his memories interrogated and purified by the will of the Heavenly host, as had happened before, but never punitively.

Chastened, he returned to his charges with a renewed sense of authority and clear understanding of his duties.

Still, as Dean Winchester’s pained, guilty, angry, glorious soul flared brilliantly in defense of the mortal lives of his brother and every other human, Castiel was drawn to the argument, to the man, like the ocean to the moon.

He felt.

Hey! What about one where the reader is Sam and Deans little sister (13-14) and a hunt goes wrong and Sam and dean die and she breaks down in Cas’ arms telling him what happend ? Thanks!

Let’s do this! Thank you for the request :p

Cas Is Always There

You and your brothers stand outside the wrecked and abandoned warehouse from taking a pack of wolves. 

The three of you have some sort of wound on your face. Sam with claw marks, Dean have a small cut, and yourself having a cut on your eyebrow and a split lip.

“I think we got them.” You chuckle.

Sam and Dean give you their bitch faces. “You weren’t supposed to come!”

“Let alone hide in the backseat of Baby!” Dean finishes. 

“At least you two bloody idjits are alive! If I hadn’t been in Baby, then both of you would be dead.” Your eyebrows are furrowed softly.

Dean and Sam start to talk, but their voices begin to fade out.

“Behind-” Your voice breaks the fading noise.

Dean and Sam turn around to have two wolves have an arm in each of your brothers’ chests.

“No!” You scream, raising your gun to shoot both the wolves’ in their heads as soon as their hands get out and be covered in the thick, crimson liquid.

Your brothers’ bodies drop to the ground. 

You scream and cry whilst dropping to your knees. You start to hyperventilate. “Get up.” You manage to get out. They’re just playing some sick prank.

“No.” You look up to the voice. “What happened?” Cas asked. You say nothing, letting your struggled breathing take over.

He opens his arms for you, immediately running into them. One hand is on your lower back, the other cupping the back of your head.

He doesn’t care that your tears are wetting his trench coat. “(Y/N), you need to calm your breathing.” 

“I-I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” His vessel’s heartbeat is calming you down. “What happened?” He repeated the question.

“I hid in the backseat of Baby as I had a bad feeling about this hunt. I helped them kill the pack and we thought we got them all, we did. But the two that killed them must’ve been hiding.”

After a few seconds of silence, “I’m going to take you back to the bunker.”

You shake your head against his chest, “No. You’re going to take us back to the bunker.” You glance up at him with tears in your eyes, wanting to slip out. He nods.

You slowly walk to Baby and sit in the passenger seat, watching Cas put the dead bodies of your brothers in the back seat. After that’s done, he sits in the driver’s seat. 

“I don’t want to drive.” You say sadly. Cas nods as the engine starts and Baby is back onto the road.

On the way to the bunker, your head is resting in the angel’s lap, one of his hands lying on your side.

Once there, Cas carries you bridal style to your room. Your head rests against his neck, something you’d always do when Sam or Dean carried you.

Setting you on your bed, he leans you against the head rest and kisses your forehead, the kiss lingering for a moment, reminding you of the kisses good night.

“Can you stay?” Your voice is hoarse from the screams. “Yeah, I can.” Cas takes his shoes off to do your movement on the bed.

You move to lie your head on top of his chest. His arm wounds around your shoulder and draw lines and figure 8s on your back. You drape your leg in between his.

“I don’t want them gone, Cas. I want them back.”

“We’ll think of something.” He kisses the top of your head as you’re dozing off to sleep. “I’ll do something.”

Hi! What about one where Sam, Dean and cas are "fighting" each other to have their boyfriend attention?

I love this idea ❤️️ and idk why, but I kinda find polyamory relationship fluffs adorable 

Give Us Attention

Your three boyfriends’ voices echo throughout the bunker as they have been ‘fighting’ for the past hour or so about who gets your attention.

“I haven’t seen him in days!” Cas.

“That’s because you’ve been gone doing your angel shit!” Dean.

“You’ve had more attention the time we’ve been here since the hunt days ago!” Sam.

You slam your head against the table, making the brothers and angel shut up. 

They then surround you, seeing if you’re okay, if there’s something wrong, if they can get you anything.

Perching your head up and leaning back in your seat, “I’m good, you three are fighting for my attention, and I’d love some greasy food and a beer.”

Their voices go over each other as they confirm what you want.

“Race ya!” Dean yells, fishing his keys out of his pocket and running out of the library and to the garage, Sam right behind him.

Cas disappears and reappears with your food and drink. “Cas won!” You stand up to have Cas’ hands rest on your hips and yours playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck

Groans in the distance come clearer as the brothers drag themselves back into the room.

“Cas hasn’t had my attention for a little while as the two of you had plenty has we’ve been researching and shit.” 

Cas smiles proudly at them. “But,” his proud smile slowly turns into a frown, “the three of you have been kinda annoying with of who gets my attention.”

Dean throws a tiny tantrum and whines on the spot like a kid not getting something he wants. Sam has his head tilted back, a groan escaping from him. And Cas, his head is dropped to your shoulder.

“Sort this shit out nicely or I’m not giving any of you attention for two months.”

Hiii what about one where castiel and Gabriel are busy with their angel shit and end up ignoring their boyfriend a bit and he thinks that they don't love him anymore

Let’s see how this turns out like my other cringey fics....

Angel Love

It’s been a month since you and your angel boyfriends have had a conversation. Well, if you count a few words and noises as a conversation, then apparently there’s different meanings to ‘conversation’.

You’re sitting on the couch of your shared cabin in the woods, a book in hand and a beer on the table. 

The TV is playing in the background, playing a random show or movie, you don’t know, you haven’t been paying attention.

Your mind tries to stay on your book, but the thought of moving back into the bunker isn’t such a bad idea.

At least the Winchesters will pay attention to me. You think to yourself.

With your mark in your book and on the table, you take a quick gulp of beer before getting up from the couch and to your room.

A duffel bag and a small suitcase of your things, you swing the duffel over your shoulder and the suitcase being wheeled behind you.

Dumping the bags and shutting the boot to your 1969 Mustang, you settle in your seat and drive off.

~3 HOURS LATER~

You park the car next to Baby and get out, leaving the bags in the vehicle.

Tiredly walking to the library, the brothers are researching with laptops and beer bottles in front of them.

Sam is the first to notice you in the doorway, “Hey, thought you were at the cabin having a night in with Gabe and Cas.”

“Well, that’s not happening.” You sit yourself at the end of the table they’re on. They give you a small confused look. “We’ve haven’t had a conversation in a month and it kinda seems like they’re giving me the vibes that they don’t love me anymore.”

“With them, Gabe seems calmer and has hardly pulled any tricks or pranks on us and Cas always has that loving, lost puppy look on his face whenever you’re with him.” Dean shrugs.

“They love you, (Y/N), and if they had some sort of problem, then they’d tell you.” Sam gives you a soft, sad smile.

“Can I go to my room?”

“You don’t have to ask when you can go to your room, and you know you’re welcome here anytime.”

“We miss having you here. And like Dean said, you’re welcome here anytime. This is your home and you don’t need to ask to stay.”

Giving them a tired, sad smile, you walk off to your room that has been warded off the monsters and angels.

You decide to have a lie down and have a small nap.

And a cry.

~1 HOUR LATER~

Yells wake you up from your tearful nap. Taking the blankets off and walking out of your room, you hear your best friends argue with your boyfriends.

“Where did (Y/N) go?!” Gabe.

“Why the fuck would you want to know?!” Sam.

“He wasn’t at the cabin. He couldn’t have disappeared or taken as it’s warded!” Cas.

“Seriously?! You two have gone off doing your angel business shit in the past month and you haven’t had a full conversation with your boyfriend.” Dean.

“Yes, we have.” Gabe has his arms crossed over his chest as Cas has his head tilted to the side, his eyebrows furrowed softly. 

“No, you haven’t.” The four of them turn to you, your boyfriends having a relieved look on their faces. “Dean’s right. We haven’t had a conversation in a month, only a few words and noises. You two made me believe that you don’t love me anyone. If you don’t, just come out and say it!” Your chest heaves a bit.

“Oh, sugar, we love you. It’s jus-”

“Just that you have to deal with the Heaven shit! I’ve heard it too many times, Gabe.”

“How about we go back to the cabin and do whatever you want for a month?” He tries to reason. “Then what? You’re going to go back and do your angel shit?”

“We’re done with that, and you know what happened to Heaven.” Cas says softly. “We were trying to get some angels away from you.”

You walk towards him to dump your head against his shoulder and his arms wrapping around you.

“Why does he get a hug?” Gabe pouts.

“Because he isn’t a pain in the ass.” Dean answers, stealing the words from your mouth. “He’s right, Gabriel.” Cas had read your mind and confirmed Dean’s statement. 

“Want to go back?” Gabe had come up behind you and wrapped his arms underneath Cas’. “My shit is in my car.” You mumble into Cas’ neck.

“We can drop it off in the morning. We were gonna come and visit you guys anyway.” Sam says. Thanking him and Dean, you get zapped back to your shared home.

“We’re sorry, honey, we didn’t mean to make you feel like that.” Cas coos softly as Gabe grabs blankets and snacks to ready up a night in.

“You could’ve at least talked to me a bit more.” Your hands hold onto his biceps with your head tucked underneath his chin and your forehead against his collarbone.

“We know that for in the future if it happens again. Well, I know. I’ll have to remind Gabriel.”

“Mm.”

“I love you, honey.”

“So does Gabe!” Gabe jumps from being on his hands and knees in front of the couch.

“I love you goofballs, too.”

Hi sweety! Can u write one fic where Dean's bf is castiel best friend and they are really close, like he always sits on cas' lap and cas is always hugging him or kissing his cheek, and Dean try to play it cool but at the same time is like" he is my boy back off!". Greetings from Brazil!!

Heyo, I’ll write this the best I can. And greetings back to Brazil!

Back Off

Walking down the halls in the bunker with your hair spiked up, you rub the tiredness from your eyes as you enter the library. 

“Where’s my baby?” You ask Sam and Cas, who are seated at one of the tables.

“He went out to the store.” Sam says, not looking up from his screen.

You take a seat in Cas’ lap. This is quite a normal thing if Dean or him and Sam are out somewhere.

Your arms wrap around his middle, the coat surrounding your body and his warmth lulling you back to sleep.

Footsteps then come into the library an hour or two later, your eyes opening to see your boyfriend.

“There’s my baby.” Dean smiles down at you, picking you up from Cas’ lap. You quickly peck the angel’s cheek before Dean sits on the chair next to him and yourself now in his lap.

“Here I am, sweetheart.” Dean kisses the top of your head.

Dean had started talking to Sam and Cas, you busying yourself by playing with Cas’ hand.

The conversation pauses for a moment, Dean’s hands slipping under your shirt and resting on your lower back, “I got your chocolate. Why don’t you get that and come back?”

Nodding, you slip off his lap and shuffle towards the kitchen.

Once you’re out of sight, Dean is up and out of his seat. He grabs Cas’ collar and drags him to the nearest wall. “Dean!” Sam yells.

Dean’s arm is up against Cas’ throat. “You stop doing what you’re doing with my boyfriend. He’s mine, not yours. He’s my boy, so back off!”

Taking his arm back, he sits back down on his seat, Cas doing the same.

With you coming back, the three are back to talking to what they were discussing about.

Dean’s hands are rested on your hips and seats you in between his legs, your legs over one of his, your sock-covered feet going towards Cas’ way, and your back resting against Dean’s arm on the armrest.

You make sure Cas is okay as you had heard what Dean said. He nods at you, giving you a soft reassuring smile.

You munch on a few pieces of chocolate as you hear the three talk.

“I’ll always be your boy, Dean, and you’ll always be my baby.”

Dean grins proudly as you rest the side of your head against his chest. His arms squeeze around your body a bit.

Hey! I had a idea that the reader is Sam and Deans little sister (13 or 14) and she gets spelled or something to make her go crazy like see stuff talk to walls stuff like that and she ends up in a mental hospital and breaks out and the boys and maybe Cas find her while they’re on a hunt and realise how badly messed up she is please ?♥️

Hey! This kinda sounds like me as I’d sometimes talk to myself :p

Talking Like I’m Crazy

Dean carries your sleeping form into the bunker, Cas and Sam trailing behind him.

Reaching your room, across from Dean’s, he opens the door and settles you underneath the covers.

Sam and Cas are standing outside your room, watching Dean slowly and silently close the door.

“I-I don’t think there’s anything we can do. We already killed the witch and (Y/N) is still the way she is.” Sam says softly.

The three walk off into the library and try to figure out how to get you back to normal. 

A few minutes pass to have the three hear your voice out in the halls. They get out of their seats to follow your voice.

They stop in the hall you’re in to see that you’re talking to the wall, making the angel and your brothers think that you’re having a full conversation as if someone’s there.

“You okay, kid?” Dean asks, cutting you off mid-sentence. You nod, “Yeah, I’m good.”

You walk past them to get to the kitchen, continuing on with your conversation.

A few hours pass to have you and Cas sitting on a bus bench.

A small bus pulls up, the door opening and small chatters in between the other people in the vehicle

“You sure this is going to help?” You ask the angel.

“I hope so.” With a hug goodbye, you walk onto the bus with the door closing behind you.

You settle in the back seat with your bag, tears stinging your eyes. You look to the free spot next to you as if someone said your name and asked if you’re okay.

“I’m alright. I hope this helps, too.”

Some of the people and the driver takes a quick glance at you, thinking you were talking to one of them.

With everyone asleep and the lights out, you have your bag packed after staying at the mental hospital for two nights.

You take a glance to the sides of the hallway to make sure no one was out.

Sneaking quietly past the sleeping guard, you manage to get away.

Later into the night, you’re still walking on the side of the road, following the treeline.

Your shadow appears, giving you a small fright. You chuckle at yourself. 

The car that made your shadow appear stops with the doors opening.

Two taller bodies stop in front of you, their figures being similar. 

“(Y/N), what are you doing out here?” Sam asks.

Him and Dean look up and down at your body, seeing the hospital pants and shirt you’re wearing.

“I didn’t want to be at that place anymore, I can’t. They tell me when to go bed, when to take my meds! I-I just can’t be there anymore!” Tears sting your eyes.

The two wrap their arms around you, yourself relaxing in their warmth. They give each other worried looks.

Sam picks you up, your arms against in between his and yours chests and your legs loosely hanging by his hips.

He sits where he usually does in Baby, yourself still cradled in his arms. Dean puts your bag in the back seat before sitting behind the wheel to continue driving.

When Sam feels your body completely relax and your breathing has evened out, he softly says, “I’ve done more research. She’s stuc-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Sammy, just don’t.” 

Dean looks at you, taking in the view of your sleeping face towards his way, half of your face pressed against Sam’s chest. 

It reminds him of when you were a baby. It was the only way to put you to sleep, when you had a nightmare, or when you or them just wanted cuddles.

The nightmares and cuddles thing still happens.

Putting his eyes back on the road, in the corner of his eyes, he sees Sam lean his head against yours. Dean releases his hand to curl his pinky with yours.

“Even though she’s gonna be like that for a while, we’re gonna help her along the way.”

Hii, so, i Just read your Michael fic and now i need more Michael things, so, could you write one where Michael and cas( the other love of my life) start to have a crush in the same boy, but they don't know How to handle their feelings, and cas gets confuse and michael thinks the reader cursed him, but in some moment they start to compete for the reader attention and get jealous of him with the other angel, you can chouse How It ends. ( And your writing have improved a lot, u r doing amazing)

Hey! Cas is also the love of my life, along with so many other characters from other fandoms, some from Supernatural, too. Thank you for the bracket saying at the end. I guess my writing has improved a bit

Shared Feelings

“I swear to Father, he has cursed me with something as I wasn’t looking.” Michael says to himself, expecting no one else to listen, but his brother, Cas, heard what he said.

“I assure you, brother, (Y/N) has not cursed you with anything. Why would you think that?” Cas puts down the recommended book from you down.

“I am feeling love towards the human.”

“I do, too.”

Michael glares at his brother. He then says, “Are you confused on your feelings for the human?”

A simple nod is his answer.

The moment you walk into the lounge of your apartment, the angels are quiet.

Dumping your body on the couch, you lean your head back against the back rest, your eyes closed. 

The angels are now sitting on both sides of you.

Straightening your head and opening your eyes, you look side to side to the angels having some sort of loving look on their faces.

You turn the TV on to have the news playing before you grip the angels’ jaws in both hands and move their heads towards the TV.

Second pass to have Cas’ hand intertwined with yours.

Michael has noticed, discomfort going through his body.

You notice the feeling going through his body as his body is now basically over the armrest.

Thinking of before you were going to enter the lounge and remembering their conversation about you, you had thought that they wouldn’t like you back.

You grab Michael’s hand to pull him back against your side.

You shift to have your head leaning against his shoulder. “I like the both of you. You don’t need to fight over me or fight for my attention. Just do something and don’t be scared.”

Cas has a soft smile as for Michael, he has a big smile and his cheeks tinted pink. He nuzzles his cheek against your head.

Cas lets go of your hand to rest his head in your lap, yourself beginning to play with his hair. “He cursed you with his love.” Cas mumbles, yourself being confused.

A hit on his head comes along with his brother saying, “Shut up.”

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.”