#casstrashchallenge

You still loved him more than you had ever loved anyone or anything in your life, which was why if felt as if a dagger had been plunged through your heart, when you accidentally overheard Cas talking to Dean in the library one night as you were returning from a not needed supply run. You had been heading in to to see the boys, as you wanted to ask them if they wanted to do a movie night, but every thought of any movie was now long gone.

“What? Don’t be an idiot Cas. Where would you go?” Dean asked sounded almost as upset as you felt, but how you had been feeling in that moment was nothing compared to the pain his following words brought you.

“I don’t think Y/N wants me here any more,” he sounded so sad it took all your willpower not to run from your hiding and throw your arms around his neck. You wanted to tell him to stay and that you loved him, but you knew you needed to hear him out. You also knew Cas well enough to know, he was always to scared to upset you, to tell you any of what he was telling Dean to your face. Your only option to know how to fix what was hurting him was to stay hidden and learn the truth.

“Why would you say that buddy?” Dean’s voice softened and you could hear him moving, presumably closer to his best friend as he was trying to pick up the pieces of whatever mess you seemed to have created. “Y/N/N loves you. Everyone can see that.”

“Not anymore,” Cas mumbled, almost too low for you to make out the words. “She never want to spent time with me anymore. Ever since I became human, she always seem to be busy. Or maybe she always was and I just never noticed. It doesn’t feel like she loves me.”

The tears were streaming down your cheeks now and your silent crying wasn’t helped by Dean’s loving words. “Cas I’ve known Y/N/N since we were kids. If she didn’t want you here she would have kicked you out,” you could hear the smile in Dean’s voice. He had always been like an older brother to you, but there was no doubt in your mind that he admired you as much as you admired him. You were friends and siblings by choice, in much the same way as you and Sam were. Cas however you had fallen in love with fast. Even when he had been way more of an angel than he had in the recent years, you had loved him. You saw things in him that the brother’s hadn’t at first. He wasn’t just a follower. Cas was brave and believed in right and wrong. He cared for every human he encountered but especially you and the Winchesters. He would do anything to protect you. Even if his actions sometimes had been misguided, he never once had done anything that wasn’t purely done out of love for his human family as well as for his angelic one. No matter how many times they betrayed his trust, Cas kept trying to make amends with his first family. You wished he wouldn’t but you still admired his loyalty and strength.

“You should talk to her buddy,” Dean pushed gently, causing Cas to sigh deeply.

“I’ve tried, but it feels as if she is always running away from me,” Cas muttered, and you quickly dried your eyes as you mentally kicked yourself for making him feel this way. All you really wanted to do was to run to your room and bury your face in the pillow, crying your eyes out. You knew that wouldn’t work though. You knew Cas needed you and to be honest you needed him too. It did feel as the two of you had been drifting apart lately and you never wanted that to happen. You had never loved anyone like you loved your angel. And he would always be that to you. Your angel. No matter if he had powers or not. No matter if he was human or not he was your odd, amazing, loving, loyal angel.

You managed to slip passed the two men. Actually you managed to talk to Sam and ask him for directions to one of Bobby’s old cabins as well as pack a bag for you and Cas before he came looking for you.

“Y/N I was wondering if… Are you leaving?” You turned around feeling a pang to your chest when you saw the devastated look on Cas’ face.

“I wanted to surprise you,” you quickly explained, stepping up to him placing your hands against his chest. “I thought we needed to get away for a while. I talked to the boys and they are okay with us taking off for a few days.”

Cas stared at you with that stare that you never could read and just like always it made you nervous. You were afraid the damage was done and that he didn’t want anything to do with you anymore. You hated yourself for having pushed him away and the tears were just about to spill down you cheeks. Before they could or before you could start pleading with him to stay with you; to come away with you and find your way back to each other Cas smiled. His smile burned through your skin, warming your smile and you couldn’t help but return in laughing happily as he spoke.

“You want me to come on a vacation with you Y/N?” Cas asked still smiling brightly and you instantly threw your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. You smiled even brighter against his lips as you felt his arms close around your waist pulling you impossibly closer to his solid frame.

“I want us to be happy with each other without any interruptions for a few days,” you beamed up at him and Cas lowered his face down, hiding in the crook of your neck. He drew a sigh of relief as he felt your fingers running through his messy dark locks and he hesitantly whispered his confession against your skin.

“I know I am not an angel anymore Y/N. I know I have been difficult these past few weeks, but I love you. You’re the one thing I can’t stand to lose,” his words, made the tears you had held back before stream down your cheeks and you gently tugged at his hair forcing him to look at you. You stared deeply into the sea of blue before you as you made the promise you knew you would never break. “I’ll never leave you Cas. I’ll always love you, no matter what you are.”

They next couple of days at Bobby’s old cabin proved to be magical. Cas was less grumpy than he had been ever since he turned human. Well apparently peeing was still the biggest annoyance ever, but he also had the knack of noticing he had to go at the most inconvenient times. Like in the middle of making out or plucking mushrooms in the woods. Who knew a former soldier of God would be so vain he refused to pee behind a tree? Rushing home had made you slightly peeved but when Cas returned from the bathroom with the biggest relieved smile on his face you had broke down laughing. Just like you had, when you noticed his dental hygiene routine, which included toothpaste… lots of toothpaste and no toothbrush.

Actually teasing him things like shaving, brushing his teeth, showering… especially showering was fun. Cooking was another activity which Cas proved to be surprisingly good at rather quickly. He talked about how the wind felt on his skin and described the sensations of everything he hadn’t experienced in that way before, which made you see the world through changed eyes. Cas was different now, but he was still Cas and you didn’t love him any less than you always had. Actually you felt yourself falling even more in love with him, with every passing minute.

You stat closely against him on the couch. Both your feet was resting on the coffee table and your head against his shoulder as he read one of your favorite books out loud to you. He had always read to you. Even when he was an angel, he had stayed in bed with you reading to you until you fell asleep and even back when he needed no rest he had stayed with you until morning came; watching over you and keeping you safe.

Right now you just sat there. Both of you enjoying the warmth from the fire and the burn of the wine coursing through your veins as you shared each other’s body heat. Your eyes wandered from the fire, to his face. Mesmerized by the way the light from the fire danced across his skin, illuminating the softness in his eyes and the slight frown on his forehead as he focused on the words on the page. You had no idea how long you stared at him for, but it was long enough to get lost in him and no longer pay to the words falling from his full lips. You smiled softly as you realized this would be your life now. He would always be with you, in moments like this or hunting. He would age and grow old with you. He would never leave you and you’d never be forced to leave him. You and he were forever now.

“Y/N why are you staring at me like that?” Cas smiled, slowly turning his head to look at you, making you giggle and blush.

“It’s not like you don’t stare at me all the time too,” you sassed. You weren’t a touchy feely person. Admitting to what had just went through your mind wasn’t easy, but you hoped that even without his powers Cas would somehow know.

You smiled when you put down the book, pulling you into his lap, helping you straddle him. “Not as often as I used too. I sleep now too,” Cas answered you seriously, making you burst out laughing, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he held you.

“Jeez Cas that’s not creepy at all,” you giggled, pulling back looking into his eyes. Your grin widened when you saw the soft serene look in his eyes and the slight smile tugging at his lips.

“What are you thinking Cas?” you asked him, tenderly running your fingertips through his already messy hair.

“That I like being human. I never have to say goodbye to you now,” Cas answered, making your heart skip a beat. He didn’t need the power to read your mind. You were connected. You always would be. Your lips crashed against his in a deep, loving kiss and his arms tightened around you as you whispered against his lips between kisses.

“You don’t need your grace Cas. You’ll always be my angel.”

Castiel Tag Team

You groaned as someone knocked at the door. You were positive you’d turned off your phone’s GPS so had no idea how the guys had tracked you down, and sure enough when you opened the door you were greeted with their angry faces. You crossed your arms and leaned against the doorframe, trying to act casual to lighten the mood.

“Well hey grumpy bums, what’s crack-a-lacking?” you asked, and immediately cringed. “God, sorry, that was terrible. Never saying that again.”

“What the hell Y/N?” growled Dean. You stepped back as he pushed himself into the room, glaring at you as he counted off his fingers. “You don’t just run off without telling us! You don’t turn off your GPS! You DON’T just leave a note for us saying “sorry guys, back soon”! And you absolutely 100% do not ignore our calls!”

While Dean was losing his cool Sam had taken a seat at the dining table, and was currently sifting through your papers and notes.

“Sam, can you not-” You started before he cut you off.

“No deal,” he snapped angrily as he put his head back down and continued reading, while Dean continued standing in the same spot as before, hands on hips and face bright red. You rolled your eyes and tilted your head toward him.

“OK, deep breaths Dean. Count to three, I hear that works,” you told him sarcastically.

“Shaddap” he exclaimed, before joining Sam at the table and your notes.

“Look guys I’m sorry, I really am. But this hunt? It’s mine. I don’t want your help on this.”

“Why not?” Sam asked a bit calmer, looking up at you, with genuine hurt in his voice. Before they could read any further, to parts you didn’t want them seeing, you pulled your notes out from under their noses. You were grateful they let you, and as you put them on your bed you sighed.

“Because this is the thing that killed my sister,” you said quietly. Dean and Sam fell silent, allowing you the chance to explain.

“I saw a news report in the paper yesterday. Family’s infant daughter and toddler killed in the same way as Y/S/N. It could have been anything but I had to investigate. So once I was settled I went straight to the coroner’s and what I saw confirmed it. It’s the same demon.”

“You never told us how she died,” Sam commented quietly. “I just saw the report from the coroner, the pictures. You didn’t tell us what happened, how you found her. That must have been… Jesus.” He ran his hand through his hair at the thought. He wasn’t wrong, the things this demon did to the children before he killed them was beyond brutal. You’d been hunting as soon as you turned 16 and in all that time you’d never come across anything as close to horrific as what you saw the night your sister died.

“So how do we gank this thing?” Dean asked, considerably more together than he was before and as anxious to finish this as you.

“WE don’t do anything. You go back to the bunker and let me finish this,” you told them firmly. They both scoffed.

“And how exactly do you plan to stop us tagging along?” Sam asked with a smirk and raised eyebrow.

“You may both be freakishly tall and intimidating but…” you started, stopping though once you realised you didn’t know how to finish that sentence. You stood there, staring at them like a fricking goldfish.

“Yes?” Dean asked.

“Yer, I got nothing,” you relented, flopping down on the bed and covering your eyes with your arm.

“S’what I thought,” he replied, grabbing your jacket and handing it out to you.

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The drive to the house was mostly spent in silence, with you refusing to give up much more than the basics of how to kill it… a simple incantation. You hadn’t yet checked out the house; a little recon was the next step in your hunt so it made sense to bring them along. This would be the best time to explain everything, you’d decided. Stepping out of the Impala you all admired the house, and as you started moving up the front steps with the guys close behind there was a sudden loud shriek, making you jump. Sam shouted and you felt strong arms grab your shoulders and pull you back just as a nearby flowerpot flew past your head, while all the shutters violently slammed shut. You all stood silently for a moment, before you cleared your throat.

“Well, I guess this is definitely the house,” you said nervously.

“No kidding, that damn tulip nearly took your head off,” Dean barked angrily.

“Can’t wait to get this over with,” you replied quietly.

“Uh … no. Change of plan, you are NOT going in there,” he growled in response.

 “You’re right,” you replied calmly, looking up at the house and refusing to meet his gaze. Now or never, you thought. “There’s no way I’m going in there, not alive anyway”.

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Sam replied, with a growl to challenge his brother’s. You sighed, and finally turned to face them.

“Look, it’s obvious from your scary growls and death glares that you guys won’t like this, but there’s more to the incantation than I told you. The demon is strong and fast; the chant will kill it but…. it has to be said from the Astral plane. And the only way to GET to the Astral plane is-”

“No,” Sam and Dean simultaneously cut you off.

“Guys, I appreciate the concern. But now that you’re here one of us has to do this and it can’t be either of you. You know what Billie said, she is itching to get her claws into you and the second your heart stops beating she’ll make sure it doesn’t restart. I’m not in her bad books, you have a shot to bring me back.”

“OK, let’s for a second pretend you’re right and this is the only way,” said Dean, his arms crossed. “You want us to kill you, so you can go inside as essentially a ghost and do your mumbo-jumbo crap? And then it’s up to us to revive you? Will that even work?” He tilted his head to Sam on the latter question, not entirely sure he’d believe any answer you’d give him at that stage. Sam sighed and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, the other on his hip.

“In theory yes, but you’d only have 4 minutes before we’d have to start CPR. After that you’re looking at brain damage and the high probability that we can’t get you back.”

“That’s great, I’d only need 2.”

“And we won’t know whether you killed it. The second that timer hits 4 minutes we start and when, WHEN, you’re back you don’t do this again. We find another way.”

“Fair enough,” you replied, unable to hide your grin as you saw Sam slowly give into the idea. Dean was always more stubborn than his brother though…

“Woah ok, I gave you a second of pretending this is the only way. Now we go back to “this is stupid and insane and you’re not doing it”” Dean yelled, pointing his finger at you.

“The hell I’m not Dean! We can’t let this thing kill any more kids. And besides, this is my demon, not yours! I’ll kill this bastard with or without your help.”

“Yer about that,” Sam interjected. “How were you planning to do this alone?”

You shrugged, looking at your feet. “I found a serum that stops my heart. Was going to call an ambulance before I drank it, pretending I’m a bystander, get an ETA and time it right for when they got here.”

“And you really think your mom would want to see this demon dead even if it meant killing yourself to do it?” Dean jumped in.

“Then I guess you’d better not let me die then!” you snapped back, and turned on your heels back to the Impala effectively ending the conversation.

With a sigh Sam patted Dean on the back and followed you back to Baby, while Dean kicked a nearby rock in frustration.

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2 hours later you were nervously exiting the Impala again, trying to keep a straight face. If the guys knew you were this scared there was no way they’d agree to this, and you needed this to be over if you were ever going to move on. As you looked around you were grateful the house was tucked away from the rest of the town, it was going to make the process a whole lot less complicated. You watched as Sam pulled a red bag from out of the boot, raising a questioning eyebrow. He saw you and shifted nervously.

“It’s an AED. Just in case...” he trailed off, obviously not wishing to consider that outcome, and started walking down the path with Dean by his side.

“Thanks. Um, good to be prepared I guess,” you replied, skipping to catch up with them. “And um, guys? Thanks for this. I know it’s not going to be easy for you either.”

“Yer well, kill this thing and we’ll call it even,” Dean grumbled, stopping Sam and you at a flat grassy area by the front window. Even he couldn’t ignore the threat that loomed over this house, and after several unsuccessful attempts to stop the family coming back here the following day this really did turn out to be the only option.

You stopped at their side and watched Sam pull a vial from his pocket.

“That’s it then?” you asked, you voice quivering slightly. If they noticed, they had the decency not to say anything.

Dean rolled his eyes. “No, we thought a shot of tequila would calm our nerves,” he replied sarcastically.

“While you’re not wrong,” Sam said, glaring pointedly at Dean, “yes, this is the serum. Your heart will stop pretty much instantly.”

You reached out with a shaky hand, nodding and mouthing thank you.

“I can’t stress enough how much you don’t have to do this,” Sam said, lifting the vial slightly out of your reach.

“I know. But I need to,” you replied, holding out your hand. “I’m fricking dying, there’s no way I’m not nervous or scared about that. But I can’t let this thing kill another kid, I just can’t.” Your voice broke on the last word, and the guys knew your thoughts had drifted to your baby sister. Her death alone had destroyed your mom, and your dad’s suicide only 2 weeks after sent her spiralling into insanity. You hadn’t let on to anyone that she had gone mad, so you spent your childhood caring for her while trying to get an education. She died when you were 16 from a stroke, and as sad as that was it freed you up to do what you want to do… kill the thing that took away your life.

With a shuddering breath you took the vial and held it to your chin. You took one final look at the guys, eyes tearing up before offering them an encouraging smile. “See you on the other side,” you commented, before swigging the liquid.

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“Did that even work?” you asked, looking down at your hands. You had expected it to hurt a little, or to at least to get a bit dizzy. But here you were, standing tall and healthy like nothing was wrong. You raised your head and were surprised to see Sam and Dean on the ground, hovering over something. You swallowed hard and leaned over to get a better look, and while it shouldn’t have been surprising you couldn’t help but gasp as you stared at your own lifeless body.

As soon as you swallowed the vial you dropped like a stone, and Sam quickly caught you and lowered you gently to the ground. Dean felt for a pulse just to be sure, and shook his head slightly to Sam as confirmation. He hit the stopwatch he’d brought along, and kneeled by your body alongside Sam. Neither spoke… what was there to say? All they could do was wait.

“Right, so, that worked” you said to yourself. You heard a shriek and turned back to the house, suddenly remembering you were on the clock, and raced up the stairs. Another heavy flowerpot flew past your head and you laughed as it went straight through. “Damn straight asshole. Try what you like, you are MINE.”

You glided through the door with ease, hoping to see some sign of the demon right away. Was it too much to ask for it to just be sitting on the stairs waiting for you? “Why is it never easy?” you asked yourself glumly. Going on instinct, you headed up the stairs to where the children’s nursery was. Photo frames on the walls shattered as you passed, and flying glass aimed itself at your face, but you paid no mind as it passed through you as you ran toward your destination. You were so focused you didn’t hear the loud thumps coming from outside.

Another flower pot flew across the front steps, smashing on the sidewalk on the other side.

“Guess we know where Y/N is,” Dean commented glumly.

He looked back down at your still body, not liking how pale your skin had already become. He held onto the stopwatch like a lifeline… the second that thing hit 2 minutes he was starting, he didn’t care what Sam said. YOU said 2 minutes was all you needed so he was going to hold you to that. He glanced at Sam, who was holding your hand in his and staring intently at it rather than your face. He reached over and patted his back comfortingly, to which Sam looked up and smiled slightly. Neither wanted to be in this situation, but they were both glad you weren’t doing it alone like you originally planned.

It all happened too fast to avoid. They heard a low chuckle, and before either could comment they suddenly found themselves being flung back from your body. Sam watched in alarm as Dean hit the side of the house, slumping into an unmoving heap in the flowerbed. Sam himself rolled back and managed to narrowly avoid hitting a nearby tree.

“Dean!” he cried out, hoping to stir his brother awake. He jumped up and ran for your lifeless body, hoping to grab you and get you to the car. He had no idea if the demon was tied to the property line but he didn’t have a chance to find out before he was once again flung into the air, this time into the side of the house also. He too slumped to the ground, unconscious next to his brother. The stopwatch lay on the ground beside you; cracked, broken and useless.

Activity from the demon had strangely stopped as you entered the nursery. It was an eerie feeling, knowing that only a couple of days ago an infant and her 3 year old brother had been torn apart in this room. The walls were still covered in spatters of blood and you knew if you’d been in your body you would have thrown up. “Benefits of being a ghost” you commented, cautiously looking around.

You nearly fell back when the demon appeared in front of you, shrieking so loud you’d have certainly gone deaf if your ears were attached to you at that moment. You stood still, watching it with curiosity, before it stopped to also stare at you. It seemed confused, and angry. It threw its hand out but it only went through your stomach, causing you to laugh.

“Sorry buddy, can’t catch me this time,” you said with a wry smile.

The demon’s face twisted in anger and the windows of the room imploded, glass flying in all directions. The demon was a blur as it to-ed and fro-ed around the room, trying to make contact with you to no avail; if you had been in your body you would have been flung around like a ragdoll and dead in seconds. You decided that it was time to start the incantation, before it realised what was happening and disappeared. You started and it cried out in pain, and as you spoke louder and with more force your confidence grew. As you spoke the final words the demon began to break, red light shining through each crack in its form before it shattered, the pieces dissipating into dust as they hit the ground.

Silence fell again and you smiled broadly, relief washing over you. You practically bounded down the stairs and jumped through the front door, only to be met with the alarming image of Sam and Dean slumped motionless in the flowerbed.

“Well shit,” you said deadpan, before running up to them. “Sam! Dean! Wake the hell up!”

You glanced around and if your heart was pounding it would have stopped at the sight of the broken stopwatch laying on the ground.

“Fucking demon!” you screamed, turning back to Sam and trying to slap his face. Useless of course, as your hand went straight through, and you cried in frustration before levelling your face with his.

“Sam! Wake up! Help me!”

Sam swore he heard your voice, and groaned as he tried to sit up. He held his hand to his head, trying to remember the events the lead to this before it all came crashing down on him like a tonne of bricks. Y/N. Dead. On the ground 5 feet in front of him.

“Fuck! Dean!” he cried, punching his brother’s shoulder to try and rouse him. Dean groaned, and Sam was confident enough he was waking to leave his side and run to yours. He took the stopwatch from the ground by your feet, and threw it across the yard when he noticed it was broken. He wondered to himself how long they’d been out, panicked at the thought.

Wasting no time he leaned over you and put his hands on your chest, starting compressions. He didn’t know if the demon was dead, and he didn’t give a rats ass at that moment. All that mattered was getting you back. You could bitch slap him all you wanted if he was too early, he was ok with that. He was too busy counting his compressions to hear Dean come up behind him, and only noticed his presence when he leaned over your head to lift your chin.

“How long?” Dean asked.

Sam didn’t respond at first, too focused on keeping his rhythm. But when he did Dean’s blood ran cold. “Don’t know, knocked us both out. Damn demon smashed the stopwatch.”

His eyes widened in panic and he poised himself, ready to give a breath. Sam reached 30 and Dean sealed his lips with yours and breathed into your mouth twice, grateful to see the rise and fall of your chest as he did so. When you didn’t take a breath of your own Sam continued compressions, much to his annoyance.

“Cummon Y/N, take a damn breath,” Sam muttered. Dean held your chin up with one hand and held his other over your pulse, feeling a flutter only as Sam animated your heart on your behalf. 30 again and Dean gave you another 2 breaths, praying that this time you’d start on your own. Nothing.

“Christ sake Y/N, do some of the work would ya?” Dean growled as Sam continued to press down hard on your chest, your stomach rising with each compression he made. He felt a crack and winced, knowing he’d broken rib or two. Dean wasted no more time in grabbing the AED from the ground next to Sam’s feet, and began preparing it.

“One more chance,” Sam puffed. “Give her one more chance.”

Dean nodded, as reluctant to shock you as Sam was, and took his place once again by your head.

“Breathe” he was instructed, and he leaned over to do so. Both men stopped to watch your chest fall, praying for it to rise on its own.

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You gasped, taking in a deep breath which hurt more than anything you think you’d ever experienced. You coughed hard, and felt your body being turned to its side which graciously seemed to help. You faintly heard talking in the background, but only made out a few swear words and comments about “Jesus Christ” for some reason.

“What-” you tried to start, but you couldn’t get a word in edgewise before another cough wracked your body.

“Don’t talk sweetheart, just breathe,” Dean told you with a shaky voice, running his hand through your hair.

You listened to what he said, and paid attention to your breathing to try and get it under control. In, out, in, out. All the while Sam and Dean remained silent, obviously trying to calm themselves down as well. Eventually you felt like you’d gotten yourself under control, and moved your arm to try and sit up.

“Whoa, hang on, take it easy,” Sam told you, taking your arm and gently lifting you to a sitting position. Dean sat behind you and you rested against his chest, holding his hand which sat in your lap.

“You doing ok?” Dean asked.

“Yer I think so,” you replied, your voice gravelly. “I killed it.”

Both men sighed and hung their head in relief. You rubbed your tender chest, which didn’t escape Sam’s attention.

“We’d better get your ribs seen to,” he commented quietly, voice thick with guilt which you definitely picked up on.

“Dude, you saved my life. Don’t feel bad about a few broken bones. And you,” you continued, pointing to Dean. “When was the last time you picked up a toothbrush? Seriously, I think I can taste the burrito you had two days ago!” You laughed gently and they smiled in response, the weight that had been on their shoulders noticeably less than before.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Dean replied, and you nodded in agreement.

The guys helped to gently lift you up and into the backseat of the Impala, and you watched the house slowly disappear as you began to drive away.

“So Y/N. How does it feel? Knowing it’s all over,” Dean asked you. You continued to stare out the window, and from the rear view mirror he watched as a faint smile crept over your face.

These are in no particular order! 

No More Regrets (Sam x Reader) - @sammyisapuppy

The One That Got Away (No particular pairing) - @spn-ficfanatic

You Don’t Mean That (Godstiel x Reader) - @sweethomelebanon

Cooking Class (Castiel x Reader) - @just-another-winchester

Being Human (Castiel x Reader) - @thing-you-do-with-that-thing

Never a Dull Moment (Castiel x Reader) - @waywardmoeyy

“Now I gotta think of something easy to teach you guys,” you muttered, running your fingers through your hair as you grabbed your notebook full of recipes. You skimmed over each page, trying to find something easy that could get both men to the end of the day without having been killed.

Finally, you settled on spaghetti. It was simple enough and took little time to cook.

You had no honest idea when Cas would arrive, but you decided you may as well get the things together and prepare.

“Alright, you got me into this, you get to help me get all the crap out.” You smirked at Dean. The man smiled; he had been looking at his phone, but shut it off immediately to look up at you.

“Sure thing, whatcha need?” he asked.

You told him everything you were going to need pots and pans and utensil wise, and while you let him sort through the cabinets to find that, you went to make sure that you had everything you needed.

After gathering the tomato sauce, noodles, and meat, you set them aside. Knowing you would end up making meatballs as well, you checked to make sure you had the ingredients for those.

As you were checking all the food, making sure nothing was past the date, you heard a gush of wind and turned to see Castiel standing almost right behind you.

You squeaked slightly, which alerted Dean to you. The man turned and grinned, a large stock pot in his hand, and for some reason a bowl on his head.

“Hey, Cas.” He grinned. You just groaned and rolled your eyes.

“Dean!” you growled, walking over and taking the bowl off his head, trying to ignore the angel as you scooted away from him. “Now I’m going to have to wash this!”

Castiel remained silent as you argued with Dean, looking between the two of you. Finally, his gaze landed on your face.

“Dean has informed me you would like to partake in an activity,” Castiel said to you.

You looked back to him and nodded.

“Uh… yeah,” you muttered, trying to look into his blue eyes without vomiting from nerves. “It was Dean’s idea though, I don’t know why he lied to you,” you said, elbowing Deam in the ribs. He let out a soft

noise as your elbow connected with his ribcage, before glaring at you.

“Hey, I gotta protect my pride somehow. I don’t cook.” Dean shrugged, setting the utensils and dishes he had gathered on the counter.

“Well, you do now,” you said to him, pursing your lips before looking to Cas. “Wanna join? We can enjoy it afterwards.” You grinned at him. You were right, your nerves were much less frayed when in the kitchen, even around your angel crush.

Cas looked at you, tilting his head a bit. “Of course, I would be pleased to join you. However I will not be enjoying anything afterwards.”

Dean made a fake shocked face. “Why Cas! Don’t say such a thing, you might hurt her feelings,” he said.

As you were about to pummel him, Cas spoke again.

“I only mean… I don’t need to eat, so even if I do, I can taste every molecule in the meal, I promise you, it’s actually quite disgusting.”

“Okay then, Dean and I will enjoy it for you.” You smiled, not letting Dean get a word in.

You led the boys back to the metal table where you had gathered the food, and once Dean finished retrieving the pots and utensils, you began.

You handed a pot to Cas, looking up at him. “Fill this with water, please? Up to the embossed line right there,” you said, showing him the line in the pot. After you sent Cas to fill the pot with water, you showed Dean how to mix together the ingredients to make a few meatballs before going over and starting the stove top, letting it warm up as Castiel brought you the pot.

“I filled it,” he said to you, looking you in the eyes.

You smiled kindly at him and stepped back. “Okay, just set it on the burner, we’re going to let it come to a boil.”

You grabbed the salt and your measuring spoons, handing the angel the spoon marked half a tablespoon.

“Now, I always add salt to the water, I like to think it makes the noodles a little less bland,” you said to him. Cas held the spoon as you poured the salt into it. When you were finished, Castiel poured the salt in the water.

You moved away from the stove, letting the water heat up and boil as you came back to Dean, seeing him mix and mush the meatballs. All the ingredients you had given him were already added and he was currently making them into ball shapes.

You tasked Cas with helping Dean as you went to prepare the rest of the meat.

You gathered everything you needed and placed a large frying pan on the stove top, grabbing what was left of the meat and putting it in the pan while you began to cut up vegetables to add to the mix.

You hummed slightly to yourself as you worked. You got the peppers chopped up first, seeing as you were dreading chopping up the onion.

As you began to cut the onion, you could already feel the sting in your eyes. You tried to focus on something else and your mind went to why you liked Castiel in the first place. The angel was a lot of things: he was adorable, thoughtful, sweet. He does what he believes is best, in your opinion, he may as well be a Winchester with wings and a trench coat.

You became lost in thought when suddenly you felt a presence behind you. You turned to look and saw Cas right behind you.

You wiped your eyes, the stinging sensation still remained.

“Are you alright?” Cas asked you. “Why are you crying?”

At his words, you wanted to hug the little fallen angel, and you chuckled softly, still trying to wipe the sting from your eyes. “It’s nothing, just cutting this damn onion, it typically makes people cry.” You shrugged, smiling a little as you looked at him.

You couldn’t get over the frown plastered on Castiel’s face as he looked at you, his blue eyes full of concern as he reached out and took your hand.

“Here, let me,” he said, gently moving you aside as he began to chop the onions himself. You stood for a minute, watching him in awe. It wasn’t difficult to chop onions, but still, you didn’t think Cas would know how.

The angel looked back up at you, seeing the tears still in your eyes.

“Perhaps you should go supervise Dean. I can handle this, he’s over there making little meatball men,” Cas said.

At Castiel’s words, your eyes widened and you turned to see Dean had made his own little meatball family. You rolled your eyes and walked over to smash them all.

“MY FAMILY!” He yelled at you.

Finally, after a great sum of arguing, remaking meatballs, and Castiel taking care of the meat, veggies, and noodles, your food was done.

You drained the water from the noodles with the help of Dean as Cas brought over the pot with the meat in it. The meatballs had been simmering over the heat as you let Castiel mix the meat and noodles in together so it would be evenly dispersed.

Dean grabbed two plates and brought them over to you so you could plate some for the two of you. You looked back to Castiel

“You sure you don’t want any?” you asked, but he simply shook his head. You shrugged as you placed meatballs over the meat and noodles on the two plates, and watched as Dean walked back to the table with his plate before turning to Cas.

“Welp, uh… thanks for attending. We probably won’t do this again,” you said softly, looking up at him.

“Oh, well, that’s a shame. I actually rather enjoyed this,” Castiel told you earnestly, looking down at you with a small smile on his lips.

“You did?” you asked him, not hiding the surprise in your voice.

Castiel nodded. “Of course, how could I not? I always enjoy spending time with you. Uh, and Dean,” he said, causing you to grin.

“Well, I guess maybe I could teach you, and Dean, how to cook something else?” you offered.

Castiel cleared his throat.

“Of course, I’ll be there,” Cas said to you. “Just uh… please let me cut the onions next time.”

You nodded at the angel, pursing your lips before he vanished. You turned back to the table where Dean was humming to himself, he looked up at you and grinned.

“Cas and Y/N sitting in a tree.” He started to sing mockingly as you walked over to him,

“Shut up Winchester,” you said to him, causing him to laugh.

“Hey, you owe me a thank you. If it wasn’t for me, Castiel would’ve never shown up,” he said.

“Oh Dean, I owe you something better than a thank you” You smirked, and he raised a brow.

“Okay?” he said.

You could see the unease in his expression as you punched him in the gut. He bent over and you laughed. “I owe you that, for not doing it sooner,” you said before running out of the kitchen as you heard Dean chasing after you.

You already couldn’t wait for the next class.