Awaiting My (Diabolical) Rise From Perdition~🪽

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Schoolgirlish Castiel lover, Sam Winchester’s sweetheart, and Dean Winchester’s favorite.

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(Sam lowk a puppy, fluff, Dean doing his usual older brother teasing, Sam gets a bit jelly, Sam likes feeling smaller ( ´∀`) literally can't find mtf reader fics ANYWHERE so I wanted 2 request my fav writer :33)

Girls Do It Better~🪽

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Sam Winchester x MTF!Reader | Fluff, crack fic, trans love

Note: This is my first mtf fic! Trans people are always welcome here. You’re beautiful. I hope you like it<33

It’s been two years since your first date with Sam, a year since you’d come out to him, six months since you started hunting with him, and a day since it clicked— you two are meant to be together for eternity.

A couple of snaps in front of your face sends you back to planet earth, Dean looking you up and down with way too much attitude. Your strawberry waffles are untouched, the whipped cream having melted since your departure to dream world.

“Christ, I was startin’ to think your new girl troubles blew your brains out. Whaddaya think, Sammy?” Dean snickers. He follows it up with a teasing sidelong glance around the cramped diner as if looking for something.

“I think you should leave her alone.” Sam snips back with a smile cast in your direction.

“You look stupid, Sam.” Dean snaps back, turning to you. “Doesn’t he look stupid?”

Sam doesn’t care how he looks. You two have been in a serious relationship long enough to ignore the judgment of the ‘slightly’ jealous Dean Winchester. He leans against you, almost covering his blushing face knowing he’ll have to look up to give you a kiss. “I think she’s pretty, Dean. If you could stay with someone long enough, maybe you’d know what it’s like.”

You wrap an arm around Sam and he grins like he’s been touched by an angel— and by Sam’s standards, he is. “You okay, sweetheart?” He whispers gently.

You giggle. Since your transition, Sam’s been making an extra effort to be at your defense. He knows it makes you feel dainty, feminine. If that’s what it takes to make you feel right, then you’d best believe he’s defending your every honor.

“I’m okay, Sammy.”

“Whatever dude.” Dean rolls his eyes at Sam before digging into his own breakfast plate.

“You hungry?” Sam focuses his attention back to you in an instant. “If you want something else, I ordered a breakfast sandwich. It’s got sausage and stuff, I think you’ll like it…” he drones on and on about the food, hoping something will catch your attention. “Y-you like ice cream, right? We could get a milkshake, o-or—“

You lean down and kiss your boyfriend. Given how fast he buckled, you might be the first person to take down Sammy Winchester without a fight. “I promise I’m okay, love. I had a little daydream but I’m back now.”

Sammy can’t help but dive in for another kiss. He’s so utterly smitten that he forgets all about Dean, who’s watching from across the table with a cringe.

“Do you need anything else though? I can ask the waiter for more whipped cream.” He chirps.

Dean’s eyes light up “I’ll take more—“

“—Not you.”

“I’d like some more Sam if that’s ok with him.” You tease. If Sam wasn’t sitting he’d fall right on the floor. He eagerly dives in for another kiss, this time with that crane in his neck which he adores all too much.

“I’m gonna order you some more whipped cream though, ok?” He murmurs between kisses. “Only the best for my girl…”

As Sam pulls away, he takes notice of Dean reaching across the table to pull a strawberry from your pancakes.

“Dean!”

“She’s a girl, Sammy, not a ‘don’t touch my friggin’ plate’ sign.”

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╰┈➤ He thought he was slick. Even though Sam had a charm to him in the moment, there was no way he was getting past an actual FBI Agent. You. It’s not the most romantic place to meet anyway— the morgue— holding his badge out with the very believable name of Agent McLovin as if your observational skills wouldn’t pick up on something so ridiculous. A pair of handcuffs, two days, and a paid bail later, he had returned to apologize in the same puppyish manner he’d presented himself the last time you saw him. You thought he was dangerous. A fraud. Shocked that Sam could even think you'd forgive interrupting important business. It's just as crazy how things move so quickly when your lips make contact with his.

╰┈➤ Despite his fake identity, he’s proven to be far more useful on investigations. You know part of the reason he’s so cooperative is because he’s got a thing for you. It’s slow, and after having you bail him, it’s a struggle to get all the words out without sounding like an asshole. But you entertain it nonetheless. Countless hours are spent on the floor of your office, files scattered every which way and empty cups of coffee used as paperweights. Sam's smart. Smarter than he presented himself on the day he flashed his badge at you....and you liked it. You have a knack for this sort of thing and you've been looking for someone to carry out investigations from a fresh perspective. Every so often Sam would say something flirty to test the waters. Damn his charm.

╰┈➤ You’re in love with each other. Call it an office romance, whatever it is, but it’s hard to hide anymore. Every time you crane your neck to look up at Sam, he’s there ready to ask what you need. He’d sit with you as you work, listening to musical soundtracks with you, hands gently rubbing your shoulders and reading your papers. It’s his way of saying ‘I’m here. Do whatever you want, say whatever you want, but I’m not leaving’. He doesn't even let you question his commitment. It's just...there.

╰┈➤ Outside of work, you’ve become the ultimate item. Feeling a bit like Mulder and Scully without the aliens (for the most part), investigations slowly becoming a secondary activity the longer you have him around. Dinner with him, even if it's a greasy pizza eaten in rumpled work outfits, is the most romantic thing in the world. He's just got to break through the rough front you have to put up as a woman in a dangerous career, by your side so long as he goes by a little more...formal of a fake name.

I had to add examples, sorry!!!! It was needed, okay?

Thank you!! I don’t have a set outfit for her I just draw her in whatever

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I’m actually not a Castiel yume! I just happen to have a huge Cas fanbase so I tend to be Cas-centric. I’d describe my feelings for him more like a hallway crush because I love Destiel so much. And Soldier Boy I view more as a dad for my sona— I even have an ita bag of him :)

I don’t take yumeshipping too seriously, it’s more like me giggling and twirling my hair and calling people cute. But I adore hearing about Castiel yumes since I know that yumeshippers often visit my work and headcannons ! !

I really liked your moodboard idea!! I hope you like it ! !

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°˖➴ He visits you in your sleep. You used to think he was something you made up— like an imaginary friend who only sticks around at their convenience. He could speak to you in both languages without a problem, he knew intimate details about your life, and he’d complain with you about the difficulties of navigating a hands-on world. As if he was an inner voice…you befriended him. It wasn’t until he opened up to you about his own experiences with angels and history that you started to doubt his existence as thoughts personified. So as you floated on a cloud in your nightly dream, it suddenly clicked that Castiel’s been real this whole time.

°˖➴ What used to be alone time during sleep turned into adventures carried out with your angel friend. You two have so much in common, from your beautifully androgynous presentation to your repulsion of touch. He seems to appreciate the creativity within you with how much time he’ll spend picking apart the little details your brain comes up with. You draw, paint, and create things in a way he hasn’t ever seen before…there’s a kind of power you have in your dreams that he can’t harness…..

°˖➴ You’ve been his mirror, his parallel. You like to think it’s because the ends of your shawl flow the same as Castiel’s wings, and he doesn’t seem to disagree. He knows you better than you know yourself, after all. A guardian of your own mind palace has to keep tabs beyond what flies by in dream sequences. He’ll murmur gently to the scene, reciting Enochian verses as a means of protecting the real aworld Iza. He wants you safe outside of the clouds you two rest on every night.

°˖➴ You’ve had to teach him a thing or two about the world. Conversations are easy and lazy, lying down next to each other with a comfortable distance between. Angels aren’t as lucky as he is. Peering into the minds of hunters or those haunted by the supernatural don’t usually grant the pleasure of “small talk”, as phrased by Cas with “appropriate” “finger quotations”.

°˖➴ You do miss him when you wake up. He’s never explained why he started showing up, or why he’s never bothered to meet you in real life. Though he’s never told you any reasons, you like to think he’s simply…content around you. That’s the thing about you and Cas— no need for high maintenance interactions or deep conversation. He’d show up in your dreams just to say you’ve painted a beautiful picture. But you do notice that Cas-ful dreams result in wind scented mornings and a few feathers on your nightstand.