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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.

Snow

Pairing: Cas x GN!Reader

Summary: Cas hasn't really been in the snow before and you help him get prepared to go out in it. You both have fun and Cas becomes proud of himself from making a snow angel and from using his wings to help

Waking up, you see Cas’ figure standing in front of the window, looking outside. “You good, Cas?” He turns around to meyougetting out of bed and standing next to him. “It’s snowing.” A smile appears on his face. “Do you want to go out and play in the snow?” He nods.

Changing into warmer clothes, you open the door to let a breeze of cold air blow through. “Come on.” You intertwine your hand with Cas’ to drag him out. He closes the door behind him. You walk along the park to see everything being covered in snow.

Letting go of the angel’s hand, you drop to the ground to start rolling and playing around in the snow. You stop to see Cas standing in the same spot since you arrived. “It’s quite cold.” He comments. “Then you should’ve worn something else.” Cas tilts his head in confusion. “Why would I need to wear something else when I have these clothes keeping me warm?”

“I-I, uh, pft, I don’t know, Cas. It was a rhetorical question.” you shrug at him. He nods in return. You sigh, flopping onto my back, watching your breath fog disappear. 

Cas tilts his head in confusion again before doing the same thing, dropping to the ground. You chuckle at him as you wave your arms and legs around.

After a couple seconds, you stand up to see a snow angel. Taking a glance over to Cas, he has his wings out and moving them around, making it easier. 

The Impala’s engine then fills the air. 

Doors shut once Cas stands up to view his snow angel. “What are you guys doing?” asks Dean.

“I made a snow angel.” Cas says with his cheeks going pink. Dean shakes his head before him and Sam drive back to the motel. “We should get back as well.” You grab Cas' hand to start walking back.

On the whole way there, a smile never leaves his face. “You had fun, Cas?”

“Yes, I had fun. Thank you, (Y/N).”

“You’re welcome, Cas.”

Sad Bumblebee

Pairing: Cas x F!Reader

Summary: You and the brothers go on a bad hunt and you end up dead. Sam carries your body as Cas demands Dean to explain what happened to you. After he gets told and sees your body, he goes to his shared room with you and grabs the bumblebee you won him from a carnival and cries in a corner

It was supposed to be a fast salt and burn, but there were more bones to burn than expected. 

A ghost came up behind Dean without him knowing. It was about to stick its hand through his chest but he gets pushed out of the way. “What the he-?” Dean turns his head to see you having a hole through your chest. 

He watches the blood trail down your front and down your mouth and you feel the crimson liquid down your back.

The ghost goes up in flames once Sam found the other bones. 

Your body drops to the ground. “(Y-Y/N)?” Sam asks hesitantly. Dean stands up and runs towards your body to pick your up. 

Tears slowly go down both the brothers’ cheeks as they walk back to the Impala.

Dean carefully places your body in the back seat before him and Sam sit in the front in silence. “What are we going to tell Cas?” Sam asks softly to break the silence. “The truth.” Dean says before starting the engine and drives back to the bunker. “But the major thing is how we’re gonna tell him.” He adds before it’s silent again.

Once they arrive at the garage of the bunker, the brothers stay in the car before Dean hops out. “I’ll warn him.” He walks off to find Cas in the library. “Hello, Dean. How was the hunt?” Dean says nothing. “Is Sam and (Y/N) alright?”

“Sam’s good. (Y/N), uh, she didn’t quite make it.” 

As soon as the words came out, Sam walks in with your limp body. Cas felt his knees go weak. “We’re going to give her a hunter’s funeral.” Sam says softly. Cas stands still, saying nothing as he feels tears go down his face.

The three of them get ready for a funeral for you. 

They’ve been through this so many times for the people who’ve helped them along the way, but they can’t get used to the feeling.

Sam and Dean lost what seems to be their sister, they always saw you as soon. And for Cas, you were his lover. 

Your wrapped body goes up in flames that rests on the logs. Tears stained all their cheeks, watching the flames go up. The brothers pat Cas’ back before they both head inside.

Cas flies in his and your shared room. His eyes move to your bed to see a bumblebee plushie you won him at a carnival up against the middle of your pillows. 

He grabs it to hug it underneath his chin. He sits himself in a corner, bringing his legs up to his chest as more tears spill down his cheeks. He brings a hand through his hair, letting it rest there with sobs escaping from him.

“Come on, Bee.” you intertwine your hands together with his once you arrive the at carnival. 

You feels your body go back a bit from Cas stopping in front of a stall. You shuffle next to him to find him looking at a bumblebee plushie. “Do you want it?” you ask. He nods with a shy smile on his face.

You give some cash to the person behind the stand of the stall, who hands you a gun in return. You shoot down all the targets. “Which one would you like?” The person asks, receiving the gun. “The bumblebee, please.” It gets handed to you. “Thanks.” You and Cas walk off to get some food.

“Here you go, Cas.” You give him the plushie. “Thank you.” He hugs it to his chest. “You’re welcome.” You smile at him. “Now, what do you want to eat? You’re human and you need something to eat ‘cause I’m hungry and you’re gonna be hungry, too.” Cas nods. You two take in your surroundings of the food stalls. Once you choose what you want, you both have a conversation.

Bunnies

Pairing: Cas x GN!Reader

Summary: Cas pops in as you’re researching. You know he's there but doesn't know he brought bunnies

Skimming around at the books and papers scattered around your laptop, you know that Cas is behind you. 

Turning in your seat to greet him, you instead give him a deadpan look. “Cas.”

“Yes?”

“Why do you have bunnies?” You stand up to him to grab a bunny that was squirming upside down in his trench coat pocket.

“I was walking through town, then I saw a pet store. I saw the bunnies in the window and I wanted them, so I grabbed them.” he answered.

“Cas, Dean will want these ones out. He’ll throw out any animal that isn’t his.” you say in a sad tone.”

"I know.” He frowns, looking down at his shoes.

“But we can look after them until Sam and Dean come back. Also, we can always get a bunny once we get our own place.”

He perks his head up, a smile on his face as he says, “Okay.”

Cas sits himself on the ground, placing the bunnies in front of him before fishing out the ones that were in his pockets. He starts to play with them.

Leaning against the table, you grab your phone off the table to click on Sam’s contact. You snap a photo of Cas and the bunnies. 

[Don’t tell Dean, but these are stolen bunnies - which we are going to return.]

Moose: [Why couldn’t Dean do this by himself or something? This is a simple hunt :( ] 

Chuckling to yourself, you set your phone back on the table to join Cas on the floor and next to him.

Hours later and the door opening, Cas disappears with the bunnies and then appears without him. 

He presses his lips to yours for a small kiss, mumbling a ‘thank you’ against them.

(The reader is Dean’s brother and is younger than dean by two years and older than Sam by two years) The reader comes home one day and acts very strange, when Dean asks the reader about the reader says nothing’s wrong but then one day the reader’s shirt collar dips slightly and Dean sees hickeys Love your work btw

Now I’m thinking that this’ll happen to me 😅. Thank you for the request, anon, and thank you for loving my work ❤️

The Hickey Mystery

The bunker’s door smashes shut behind you. You had been gone for a little over a day and both your brothers had been blowing up your phone with texts and calls.

Your only response to them was, ‘I’m fine. I’m doing something. I’ll be back soon.’

Once you were in the library, Dean was standing in the middle of the room, his gun raised.

“Don’t raise your gun at your brother. It’s rude to do that to people you know.”

“Where have you been?” Dean lowers his gun and places it on the table.

“I told you. I was doing something.”

“Which was?” He shakes his head a bit with his hand moving to the side with a little shake (idk how to describe the gif).

“I don’t always have to say where I’ve been all the time. What if I was somewhere that you didn’t like?” You shrug. Dean furrows his eyes and a frown is on his face as if he was pulling a face of disgust. “Exactly.”

The next day, Sam was out at the grocery store as you were cooking away in the kitchen.

The smell of bacon runs through the air and into Dean’s room, having him wake up more.

When he’s in the doorway of the kitchen, he sees dark purple blotches on the showing side of your neck, going down your shoulder and hiding away beneath the oversized sweater you’re wearing.

“Where’d you get those? I know they’re not from a hunt.”

You turn around, spatula in hand. Dean sees more purple marks on your collarbone and hiding away beneath the sweater.

“You should know what they are. I’m sure you’ve given them to someone or the other way around.” You go back to the food cooking away on the stove.

His footsteps come closer to you and his body stops right behind yours. You feel the back of the sweater being pulled up until it’s bunched up at your neck. Cold air hits your back.

“Jesus, dude.” Dean’s eyes never leave your back.

Scratches and faint red lines litter your back, along with fingernail markings dug into your skin. “What chick did you hook up with? She must’ve been good if she did that to you.”

“Hello, Dean.” Cas’ voice gives your brother fright. “God, Cas.” The hand that was holding your sweater is now resting over his beating heart. 

His eyes then scan over the markings on the angel’s neck. He then puts the two together and moves past his best friend. “Oh, hell no!”

“I presume he saw the markings on your back?” Cas asks you, his arms wrapping around your torso. His cheek is pressed against your back.

“On my neck, too.”

“Will you let me heal your wounds?”

Turning off the stove and putting the pan on a cooled element, you rest your hands on his hips to bring his body closer to yours. “What did I tell you? I like these sort of markings you give me.”

Something soft then gets thrown at the both of you. “Don’t do it in the kitchen!”

“No bacon for you then!”

Could you write Castiel x a male reader who is not used to physical contact? But reader feels like he needs a hug from Castiel but he's afraid to ask him because he's had a crush on him for a while now and he doesn't know how Castiel would react to him asking for a hug. Thank you!

Of course I can write this, I’ll give it a try :) I apologize for taking long on your request.

An Angel's Touch

The pen in your hand gets lazily drawn all over the semi-blank piece of paper in front of you. The little doodles that’s scattered all over it are little wings, something that you have tattooed on your back.

When you were younger, your mother told you stories of the supernatural beings, one of them being angels. She had told you that there was one watching over you. So when you were of age, you spent hours in pain of a needle picking at your skin to reveal two wings covering most of your back.

Once you met Cas, you smiled at the thought of what your mother told you, of the angel watching over you. You had asked the blue-eyed angel about it and he replied with, “Your mother was right, and I’m the one that has been looking after you.”

Throughout the years and up until now, you had developed feelings for this angel. You managed to keep the feelings down, happy that no one has noticed them.

“I like the wings you have drawn.” His voice comes behind you as he looks over your shoulder. Whenever he pops up without announcing his presence, it doesn’t startle you anymore as you have grown to it. The brothers however, it still scares the shit out of them.

“Thanks,” you lean back in your seat as your hand started to become sore.

“Why have you drawn the wings?” He rests his chin on top of your head.

The both of you have grown close where physical contact hasn’t been of a hassle, but with you, you’re touch starved. You’re wanting more than just a lingering touch on the shoulder or the simple kiss on the cheek.

You’ve been wanting to give this angel a hug. It’s been your mission for a little while now. And after the hug mission, you’re planning to confess your feelings for him, if you don’t get caught up in the moment.

“I don’t know. It’s something that my body mindlessly does.”

Standing in front of the mirror, you hear Dean yell out your name. Coming out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand, you yell back at him, asking what he wants.

He comes out into the same hallway as you are to see you just wearing pajama pants. “Just wanted to say goodnight.”

“Dick.” You smile as you go back into the bathroom to spit the froth out and wipe your mouth.

When you’re back in your room, you sit at the end of your bed. You silently say Cas’ name, wanting him to come to see you now.

In an instant, the flutter of his wings filled the silence of your room. Your eyes adjusted to him standing in front of you with the lamp on your nightstand shining upon his body. “Is something wrong, (Y/N)?” He tilts his head a bit.

Can’t believe I’m gonna do this. “I, uh, I would like to have a hug. From you.” You watch your fingers play with the string of your pants.

In the corners of your eyes, you see him take steps forward. He moves his arms under yours to wrap them around your hips, yours going over his shoulders. His arms tighten around you. He feels your hand at the nape of his neck and your head rests against the side of his neck.

A minute later of the hug, you lean back to look back at his face. Your hands move to rest on his cheeks, his arms bringing you closer to his body. He lets you bring his face closer to yours to press your lips against his.

Backing away from the kiss, you tell him your feelings for him.

“I have feelings for you, too.” Nothing else is said.

For the rest of the night before you fell asleep, you and Cas were cuddling, talking and stealing kisses.