#demon!castiel

Double!Reverse!AU angel!Dean + demon!Castiel

“Don't interrupt me when I'm talking to you. My patience is not unlimited, so, please, don’t do it. I don’t want to lose such a valuable interlocutor.”

Suptober20 by @winchester-reload , day 3 : demonic

I just did the background quickly and I kinda fucked it up but I had a really busy 2 days and I'm really tired rip

DAY 11: Love and War (Fluerie)

...I'm just gonna keep going with this because I've missed drawing so yeah. Big project is almost done so it should be easier to keep going soon!

Characters: Castiel x Reader, Sam, Dean

Summary: When your best friend (and crush) suddenly has black eyes, you try to convince the Winchesters that you’re not crazy. However, desperate times call for desperate measures.

Warnings: Language, 

(Not my GIF)

“Y/N!” Dean yelled as he banged his fist against the door. “What the hell has gotten into you?” You paced around wondering what you were going to do. You contemplated opening the door, but what if he was there? 

You had just woken up and walked into the library because that was where Sam, Dean, and Cas were talking about another hunt. Cas had said something funny, and you were about to say something back when you saw his eyes.

“Why don’t you ask Cas what’s gotten into him?” You said. You’re breathing faster than usual, and all you could think of were how Cas’s eyes were not so beautifully blue like they normally are. In fact, his eyes weren’t even blue. 

“Are you going to explain what you're talking about, or what?” Dean asked, irritation seeping out of his voice. 

“Y/N, we just want to know what’s going on.” reasoned Sam. You tried to calm down enough to tell them.

“CAS,” you yelled as you opened the door, which caused Dean’s fist to hang in mid-air. “IS A FREAKING DEMON!”

“What?” Dean scoffed as he let his arm fall back to his side. “Cas is fine.”

You tried to shut the door again, but Sam pushed it back so that he and Dean could actually enter your room.

“There is no way that Cas could be a demon,” Dean said. This time, it was your turn to scoff. 

“His eyes were black.” You told them. Sam actually looked surprised, but Dean simply rolled his eyes.  “Something must’ve happened.”

“Y/N, I can assure you that I am not a demon,” Cas said, walking into your room.

“Then what the hell are you?” He looked taken aback by your question, which you didn’t know what to think of. Either he really doesn’t know what you’re talking about or he’s playing dumb.

“Y/N, is everything okay?” He reached his hand out to feel your forehead, but you dodged it. 

“Even I’ve got to admit, you’re acting pretty weird,” Sam said. You gave him a bitchface that was good enough to challenge the one he gave right back to you.

“What he means is, you’re acting more weird than your usual weird.” Dean elaborated is his own way. 

“You did hit your head pretty hard yesterday,” Sam said, referring to when the witch you were hunting threw you out of a second-story window. You were lucky that the ground was soft, otherwise, you would have been more hurt than you were when Cas got to you.

“Guys, I’m fine.” You hissed. Dean challengingly looked you in the eye. It was a thing that the two of you did when you fought. You’d glare intensely at each other until the other broke.

“I think you need to rest.” Cas insisted. He tried to grab your arm to guide you to your bed, but you yanked it out of his reach. It also meant that Dean had won your little glaring contest.

“Look, we’re going on a hunt,” Sam said referring to Dean, Cas, and himself. It was obvious that they were going to make you stay in the bunker. 

“We’re only going to be a few towns over so, if you need anything, just call,” Dean said patting you on the back and messing up your hair. 

“Stay safe,” Sam said, giving you a side hug before he and Dean left. You looked at Cas. Suddenly his eyes turned black again.

“Goodbye, Y/N,” he said nodding his head, before leaving with Sam and Dean. The Winchesters didn’t believe you. Taking out your phone, you call the one person who might actually listen to you.

“Thank you for phoning Crowley, King of Hell. For demon deals, press 1. To report a sighting of that ginger whore, press 2. If this is Y/N, press 3.” You pressed three before bringing the phone back to your ear.

Demon?

Demon!Cas? @bisexualdemondean