#dianaschade

You nod at Dean's analysis. 

“I know it sounds crazy but everything Castiel told you is true. I can’t believe she actually blasted us into another universe. When I get a hold of Diana I’m gonna kill her.” 

Dean grins. “It’s still sort of crazy the way you stood against Crowley.” 

“It’s like he couldn’t touch you.” Sam adds.

“It’s probably because my mom is a witch.” 

“Seriously!” You nod at Dean. 

“Wait, I thought Grimms hunted these Wesen. If your dad is a Grimm then how did he end up shagging a witch?” 

“Hexenbiest, by the way, thank you for that mental image. That’s exactly what I want in my head.” 

“Sorry.” Dean just shrugs.

You just let out another exasperated sigh. 

“My parents were in a complicated situation, but they love each other and that’s all that matters. Right now my family tree isn’t the biggest issue. My sister is missing. She should have ended up here with me but she’s not. If we’re in some different universe then I need to start looking for her. Even Diana is going to have some difficulty navigating through here. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it.” 

Sam nods. 

“Alright, maybe if you tell us exactly what spell she casted we can figure out what it did or where she is. What were you trying to do?” 

It’s a logical question, but going back over the entire conversation with your sister earlier that day, you feel a bit embarrassed. 

“Diana, I’m exhausted, what are you doing?” 

You’re laying on the couch in the trailer. The training had gone on a lot longer than you anticipated. You were still wearing some of your gear. Diana was hunched over a book missing something. 

“I told you I’m tired of you fighting me on this. You won’t listen to logic so I’ll just have to show you.” 

You groan. 

“Are you really going on about this whole love thing again? I told you I’m fine. Stop messing around. Dad told you to stop playing with those spells. Mom too. I’m not getting in trouble again. I’m too old to be getting scolded by my parents. I’ve got to be at the precinct bright and early tomorrow anyway so I don’t have time to run through some cleanse at Rosalee’s like the last time.” 

Diana laughs awkwardly. 

“That was a minor miscalculation, but this time I’ve perfected it.”

“Perfected what?” 

You finally lift your head just in time to see her drop something into the bowl. A fire sparks up and you gasp, but she just smiles. 

“D-Diana stop!!” 

“Too late, hold on!!”

Her excited yell was the last thing you remember before the room went white.

Lifting your gaze, you chance a look over at Castiel who already seems to be staring in your direction. He’s all the way across the room, standing awkwardly at attention. You shouldn’t feel a thing, but whenever you look at him it just..

“Hey, earth to Supergirl.” 

Dean’s snarky remark pulls your attention back. 

“The spell doesn’t matter, we just need to find her. We should start with any reports of weird occurrences in the area. If I landed here she can’t be far behind. I’m gonna grab something to eat.” You stand before they can speak, grabbing the change on the dresser. 

“Hey, that’s mine!!” Dean calls.

The door slams shut and Sam holds back a smile. 

“She’s like a version of you Dean. Even the machete.” 

“Shut up Sammy!” 

Castiel’s eyes are trained on the door. 

“She’s hiding something.” 

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock. What I want to know is how did her dad bang a witch.” 

“Really Dean, that’s your big question?” 

“It’s a pretty big one.” 

At this point they shouldn’t expect any different. 

Castiel is still standing a bit protectively at the door. 

“We shouldn’t let her wander off on her own.” 

“Relax, demons can’t touch her, honestly I’d feel sorry for any sad sap that tried anything.” Dean assures. 

“Still, she should not be alone.” 

Castiel’s words had Dean squinting. 

“What’s with you, you're acting like a guard dog.” 

Castiel shifted in place avoiding eye contact and slowly a smile began to form on Dean’s face. 

“No way, you like her don’t you Cas.” 

He didn’t respond, but they both saw the way his cheeks flushed at the insinuation. 

“If you want I can give you some tips lover boy.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows and Castiel disappeared. 

“Stop messing with him.” Sam scolds. 

“Come on, it’s cute, he’s got a crush.” 

“The woman is still unconscious. The Winchesters will be coming soon, what do you want us to do?”

Crowley’s eyes drifted between the bed in the room, back to the demon.

“We wait, fall back. I’ll call you when I need you.”

The man nodded, disappearing in a second and Crowley grinned.

“What wonderful luck that you should fall right into my lap love, I suppose I should thank Squirrel and Moose. That sister of yours will make a handy pet.”

His gaze shifted when the door was kicked in and in march the very people he was waiting for.

Dean held the demon blade and Castiel was at his side, angel blade in hand. Sam stood at your side protectively. Your eyes lit up when you saw Diana.

“Diana, you’re alright!”

She yawned, stretching with a playful smile as she sat upright.

“It took you long enough, I was starting to think you forgot about your own sister.”

You rolled your eyes and Crowley narrowed his.

“How are you awake?”

She just grinned.

Crowley was liking this less and less.

“No matter, I’m sure we can make some arrangements to make the both of you comfortable.” 

He lifted his hand, snapping his fingers, but nothing happened. When he did it a few more times without any luck, you sigh. Diana jumped off the bed with a giggle as she strutted right past him. The second she was close you hugged her.

“Geez, don’t ever do that Diana, I was worried.” She returned the embrace with a smile.

“I’m sorry. I was searching for you with no luck. Then this British old guy showed up. For a moment I was going to blast him into space but he started ranting about a woman that sounded just like my little sister. I figured I could kill two birds with one stone.”

Sam, Dean and Castiel were still trying to get past the fact that Diana had so easily walked away from Crowley.

Said demon looked a bit stressed.

“What did you do to my demons?”

“I sent them back home. Do you want to join them?”

The amethyst glow of her eyes made him unnerved and in a matter of seconds he was gone. When her eyes returned to normal they were still there staring.

“Can I just say that you two are freaking awesome!!”

Dean sounded way too excited and Sam just gave that usual look. Overall you could tell he was relieved.

Everyone looks a bit more relaxed.

Diana is talking animatedly about how she duped Crowley. Leave it to her to make this all into a game.

“I can’t believe they fell for that. Monsters in this universe sure are gullible.”

You’re surprised she made the connection so quickly.

“So you knew that we jumped into this place.”

She nods.

“I knew the second I landed here. I tried looking for you but It’s harder to track here. I was ready to swipe a car and do a cross country trip but that English guy showed up and did the work for me. Now we’re here. I really didn’t think the spell would be so cosmic.”

“Maybe if you hadn’t just blindly ran some ancient incantation we could have avoided all of this.”

“Well it worked didn’t it?”

You’re still frowning.

“So is someone finally gonna tell us what this big spell was that blasted you into our universe?” Dean’s inquiry had Diana practically lighting up and you shook your head vigorously.

But of course she wasn’t one to keep her trap shut.

“It was a love enchantment.” She chirped.

You just place your palm over your face, embarrassed.

“Excuse me?”

She was still smiling.

“The spell that we did, it’s used to connect soul mates. My sister here doesn’t seem to love anything other than hunting and saving the world. She won’t admit it but she’s a hopeless romantic. She refused to go on any of the blind dates I set up so I took matters into my own hands.”

You’re still very much annoyed.

“It was reckless, I told you I don’t need help.”

“That’s what you say, but what I hear is Diana, please help me find my soulmate. So I did. It worked too.”

Now they looked intrigued.

“It did?” Sam quizzed.

Diana nods, turning to Castiel with a smile.

“He’s her soulmate.”

She lifted her hand, and the red string that appears on your pinky is a bit startling. Castiel lifts his own hand, staring in awe at the bind that connects to the both of you.

When your eyes meet that rush of heat throughout your chest is back with a vengeance.

“No way…” Dean mutters.

“I know, it’s incredible."

She lowers her hand and it all seems to dissipate.

“Although I knew the spell would work, I didn’t think it would be someone from a different universe.” She wears a sad smile, because you know she realizes that you both have to head back home.

“I’m sorry (Y/N).”

You can’t really get mad at her. Her intentions were good. All she wanted was for you to be happy. She’s always been like that, trying to help, to ensure that you’re taken care of. You supposed it’s older sibling syndrome. You smile, shaking your head.

“It’s alright Diana, thank you.”

You turn back to the boys.

“I guess this is goodbye. “

“Man, it kinda sucks that you’re leaving. We could use some of your freaking juice. Did you see how fast Crowley ran away? It was hilarious.” Dean is laughing and Sam shakes his head with a smile.

“Thanks for all the help, I hope you guys make it back safely.” He states. 

You nod, eyes finally moving back to Castiel. His expression shows conflict. You feel a bit guilty for not telling him the whole truth, but you had good reason. It’s not like you fully believed in the whole soulmate theory.

“Sorry that we dragged you into this mess.”

There’s not much that you can say but that. He takes a step closer and you expect him to say something, but his hand touches your cheek and that azure glow is back. You might be imagining it, but you’re almost positive that you can see him, truly see him. Almost like you're perceiving his true form.

“I didn’t imagine it, you can see me..”

You nod.

“I can, you’re..you’re so beautiful…”

He smiles, one that emits such a warmth that feels very much angelic. You’re certain just being this close is enough, but when he leans in and kisses you, you’re positive that you’re in heaven.

It’s so tender and extraordinary in every sense of the word. Your hands grip into his coat as you pull him closer and he welcomes it. All you can feel in that moment is him.

“Maybe someday..we will meet again.”

He’s also complained about craving pie for the last hour, so you’re actually grateful that he finally decided to stop.

You assumed he would grab food for the crew, but Sam follows him out.

Now that you’re alone with Castiel in the car, you feel a bit anxious.

You hate that just being near him is making you act this way. You know for a fact that the boys left you two alone on purpose.

Dean isn’t exactly the most subtle.

“I make you uneasy.”

His monotone way of talking should be unnerving, but you can’t help but find it sort of cute. Your frown deepens as you continue to maintain as much distance as possible. You’re both sitting on either side of the car.

“I’m just worried about my sister.”

It’s better if he doesn’t know how you’re feeling.

“This is strange. I have heard that Grimm’s possess certain abilities, but you are different. I can’t read your thoughts and..”

You turn at the way his words trail off.

“And what?”

He turns to you fully, and you shift in your seat.

“And when I look at you my heart reacts strangely. I long to be..closer..” He looks a bit confused by his own words and you gulp. It’s a lie to say you don’t feel the same. The whole concept of the spell was supposed to be a myth. But it was real. Not just Diana teasing you.

You shouldn’t indulge. Your only goal is to find Diana and go back home, but his gaze has you locked in place. You lick your lips, and against your better judgment, you adjust yourself, hand smoothening on the seats. He’s so close, despite the barrier you tried to put between the both of you. You reach out a bit hesitant and Castiel doesn’t truly move.

His eyes are still trained in your direction. When your hand finally covers his, you gasp at the spark that seems to rush through your body. A blue light ignites in his irises and he’s about to speak just as the car door opens. Sam and Dean slide into their seats and you pull away quickly, looking away.

“We found something. Dear old Crowley paid us a little visit. Is your sister a blond chick about 5’8?”

You nod frantically at Dean’s description.

“Yes! That’s Diana. Where is she?”

They both exchange a look.

“Hate to break it to you but Crowley has her. Whatever mojo blasted you here must have sent her to his henchmen. From what he told us she’s fine, but he wants us to hand deliver you to get her back. It’s clearly a trap.” Dean explains.

Now that you know she’s here, you relax.

“Well, that’s good.”

Sam looks over at you.

“Did you hear what we just said?”

“I heard you, wherever he is we need to go there.”

Dean looks surprised.

“Are you crazy, we’re not going to hand deliver you to him, we need a plan.” Dean insists.

“No you don’t. Trust me, this Crowley guy has no idea who he’s messing with. If Diana is captured it’s because she wanted it that way. She must have figured out that he would lead me to her. We just need to get there.”

They still don’t look convinced, you can understand why.

“Listen to me, I know this sounds crazy but I know my sister. If you think that trick that I did was powerful, well Diana has shit even I haven’t seen yet. Castiel said we’re in another universe, so the only reason she hasn’t zapped herself out is because of me. Trust me, Crowley won’t know what hit him.”

You can’t exactly expect them to fully take your word for it, but after what they've seen, there is a bit of confidence in your ability.

“Guess we’re going to Crowley.” Dean decides.

When your back connected with the wall, you gave a soft moan right before Castiel had captured your lips in another heated kiss. Your hands are somewhat scrambling to anchor yourself, at least for a while. In a matter of seconds you feel your back hit something soft. 

When he parts, your eyes take in the designs of your room. That fact that he’s so eager to go at it again is exhilarating. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say you both have been doing this practically every day. 

Because it’s the truth. 

Maybe it’s the fact that the first few weeks all you did was exchange those little smiles and held hands. Now that the dam has broken, he can’t seem to stop, and you don’t want him to. Not at all. 

His breathing is labored, and you catch sight of the fleeting glow in his eyes. It’s gone just as fast as it appeared. That seems to be happening often when you both are engaging in said activity. 

“Is this too much?” 

He sounds a bit worried, you understand his concern. His pupils are fully blown, but you know the second you confirm what he asks, he will stop immediately. Probably zap you into a bubble bath like that one time. You smile at the memory. 

“It’s just enough.” You express. 

You’ve been a bit surprised at your own stamina. You both have been going at it practically all morning. It’s almost four in the evening. Between the little breaks and snacking, you always end up right back in the bed. 

Castiel nods, placing kisses along your neck as he works to remove your clothing. You sigh in content as he strips you. 

“How did I get so lucky..” You mutter. 

“I am the lucky one.” He breathes into your skin. 

Your blouse is ripped open and your heart gives a little leap. You raise just a bit so he can remove it, along with your bra. His hand seems to immediately drift to your thighs. Thankfully you’d already discarded your pants somewhere downstairs. 

Your underwear is the only thing separating him from what he wants most. He’s also worked on most of his attire. All that’s left is his black slacks. The belt had fallen at some point and your fingers rushed to free him of the pesky bottoms. You manage to get the zipper down and Castiel is quick to kick them off, along with his boxer briefs. You take the moment to finally slide off your panties. 

You smile back at him and he returns it, kissing you softly. You pull him closer, elated. You never thought that having someone would feel this rewarding. It’s not just the physical aspects, but ever since he’s been here, Castiel has had your back, both professionally and personally. He’s always there whenever you look. 

Dealing with a case, or any other tough situations you tend to face. There are some things he doesn't truly understand, but you love explaining them, seeing that cute little look on his face when he understands a new reference, or metaphor. He’s a bit of a golden retriever at times, but then there’s times when you’re facing some criminal and he gets protective, about ready to take on anything, just for you. 

You’ve always been independent, able to protect yourself, your family. You’ve never had to rely on anyone other than them. Not in this way. You finally understand the meaning of leaning on each other. Before you were fine with shouldering anything on your own, but with Castiel, you don’t have to. You cup his cheeks, and he meets your tender gaze. 

“I’m really glad I met you Castiel. You’re..you’re everything I’ve ever wanted..” 

His eyes seem to water at the statement, and he presses his forehead against your own. 

“You are my everything.” He replies. 

Your heart soars and you kiss him deeply. He returns it. Hands finding purchase on your thighs as his hips press closer. When he enters you, it’s just as earth shaking as the first. You pull back to gather your breath, ground yourself. Castiel lets out a satisfied groan, and this time the light in his eyes returns. He turns his head. 

“I..apologize..” 

His voice is strained and you shake your head with a soft laugh. 

“I like it when you lose control..” 

You buck and he releases another deep moan before he’s gripping your thighs, thrusting into you. Your hands make a grab at his shoulders, and his face is tucked into your neck as he continues to desperately bury himself within you. 

Your moans are bouncing off the walls, and he’s muttering something in a language you don’t truly understand. Whatever it is, your brain seems to process it as sexy because your body is reacting to all his words and movements. Castiel seems to know how to apply the perfect amount of pressure to his touch. 

It’s rough and raw and quite honestly everything you crave. Everytime his hips roll you feel like your body begs for more. His pace is steady, at ease at first. It doesn’t take long for him to lose control and you’re responding to everything, screaming his name.

He’s so good at this, reading exactly what you want, what you need. You always seem to break first, and it drives you crazy sometimes because you really want to push him over the edge the same way he’s done for you so many times. 

One of these days, you will. 

For now, you suppose you can’t complain, because the strength of your release breaks through and Castiel enjoys how your body spasms and quivers beneath him as he rides out your pleasure before he feels his own. 

Within a minute you’re both laying on the bed, fingers interlocked, bodies spent. 

At least for the moment. 

You have no doubt your desire will be back with a vengeance. 

His hand moves to your body, tracing patterns down your arm, on your back, over your hips. His eyes follow the path and you nibble on your lip. 

“You’re such a beautiful creature..” 

His voice expresses awe and you smile bashfully. He really knows what to say to turn you into a blushing mess. 

“You’re way too good at this.” You complain playfully. 

He looks back up at you. 

“Is that bad?” 

You shake your head, leaning in and leaving a kiss on his lips. He closes his eyes, even as you pull away, they stay close, like he’s relishing in your touch. 

“It’s not bad at all.” 

You cuddle into his chest and he holds you, parting your hair to a side to drop a kiss on your neck. 

It’s been roughly a month since Castiel showed up and you’re both taking each day in stride. You were a bit impressed when he showed you the cute little house he’d secured in Portland. 

When he informed you it was a replica of Sam and Dean’s current home, well it made a lot of sense. Everything about his space reflects that of..well an angel. Everything is so delicately colored. A beautiful blue hue that seems to compliment his eyes. 

He’s such a beautiful person. You can stare at him all day. Those cute expressions he always wears. The way each discovery provides a subtle amazement in his eyes. 

The perfection of his lips. 

His tight little ass that you’d like to-

“So you must be jumping that angel every other day am I right?” 

The sound of your sister knocks you out of your little daydream. 

“Damn it.” 

That’s right, you’re at the precinct. 

Diana has dropped by for a visit. You would think a lawyer would have less time on her hands. Deciding against entertaining her, you just look away. Castiel is grabbing lunch. You had planned to join him, but he insisted that he wanted to run the errand for you. 

The first time he’d successfully figured out how to work the vending machine and brought you a snack, he looked so proud of himself and happy with your praise. It was the purest thing you’d ever seen. All he had to do was give you that puppy dog look and you were mush. 

Your silence must have alerted Diana that something was up.

“You guys have done stuff right?” 

You keep your gaze fixed on the computer before you. 

“You’ve at least kissed right?” 

You falter and she stares in disbelief. 

“Are you kidding me!!” 

Her yell draws the attention of passers by in the precinct and you send a deathly glare. She giggles, covering her lips. 

“I can’t believe this, what the hell have you two been doing, it’s been weeks.” 

You look away. 

Truthfully, you’re not sure. You’ve been doing all the mushy couple stuff. You hold hands, talk, cuddle and you’re partners so you see each other literally everyday. You just get distracted sometimes staring at him. 

Whenever either of you visit the other’s house when it’s time to leave you exchange love struck smiles and then ultimately leave. You can’t believe that you haven’t realized until now that you haven’t truly shared a kiss. It’s just so hard when he looks so cute all the time. 

You get distracted by his perfectly angelic face.

“I swear you guys are hopeless. I bet you’ve just been staring at each other this whole time.” 

It’s really irritating how well she reads you. 

“Just mind your own business Diana, don’t you have a job to get back too?” 

“I’m on break.” She smirks and you just sigh. 

“I wonder if you ever get tired.” 

“Never.” She hums. 

You’re about to make another remark, but you catch sight of Castiel’s coat and you straighten. She seems a bit confused at your adjustment, until she spots him. 

“I bought lunch.” 

He places the bag on your table with a smile and you blush with a nod. 

“Thank you Castiel.” 

He looks content with your smile. 

“Of course.” 

He just stands there as you both shamelessly stare into each other’s eyes. 

“This is weird, is this really all you guys do?” 

Diana’s words break the spell and you send her a venomous look. 

“Would you just leave!!” 

“Fine, fine, I can take a hint.” She stands, giving Castiel a pat on the shoulder and a playful smirk. 

“You might want to ease up on the smiling angel boy, you might give her a heart attack.” 

Diana walks away and Castiel turns back to you panicked. 

“Are you experiencing chest pains?!” 

There's a level of urgency in his tone and you sigh, shaking your head as you explain the metaphor. 

Diana is a menace that will never change. 

Aside from Diana’s little nosy interventions, you and Castiel are just enjoying the peace. Some weekends he’ll head back to visit Dean, Sam and Jack. When he comes back there’s always a crazy story of something that Dean’s done. 

Apparently he’d started a bucket list of all the things he wanted to do if the world weren’t in constant peril. Now that they're done with hunting, he’s literally just doing a wild cross country trip. Sam has joined to ensure he doesn’t accidentally kill himself. 

This time however when Castiel comes back, he seems a bit more quiet, even for Castiel. Sometimes he’ll send you these looks as if he wants to ask something, but he never really does. You’d like to confront him, but you don’t want to pry, especially if it’s a delicate subject. You hope that he’ll finally share what’s worrying him. 

“Castiel?” 

He looks unusually distracted. He blinks, and you shift closer on the couch. He’s not paying much attention to the movie. 

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything is fine.” 

His stoic expression is still planted on his face. Like his trenchcoat, that seems to be an integral part of him. You smile. 

“You know you can tell me anything right?” 

You take notice on the way he seems to relax a bit more. It’s clear that there’s something on his mind. 

“I don’t mean to worry you, it just seems that recently I’ve begun to have certain..cravings..” 

You lift a brow.

“Cravings? Like food?” 

He shook his head. You’re still trying to make sense of it, but when those beautiful blue eyes connect with you, well, somehow you seem to understand just exactly what he’s referring to. 

“I confided in Dean and he informed me that it’s normal, but nothing about us feels normal. I’ve never been consumed by such a need before.” You swallow. 

“I..”

You can’t truly voice what you think. Honestly your head is empty because his eyes have darkened considerably and you barely process the fact that he’s much closer than before. 

One of his hands moves to your cheek. You seem to get a whiff of his scent and you’re surprised you haven’t melted into a puddle. There’s something intoxicating about having him this close, feeling his touch.

“Can I?” 

He’s asking and it makes you weak. 

You nod, a bit desperate and his lips descend on your own with an eagerness that proves he’s been longing to do this, hold you, kiss you without restraint. His lips are a bit insistent and you find yourself fighting to match his pace. Your cheeks are the definition of a cherry and you feel the way his fingers grip into your shirt as he pulls you closer. 

His free hand slides to the back of your head and when he deepens the kiss, a moan shamelessly slips out. For an angel he sure seems to know what he’s doing. His lips are soft and the subtle amount of stubble provides the perfect amount of friction. Your hands are clenched into his trenchcoat and you finally pull away when you need to gather a breath. 

Castiel is apparently on a mission, because his lips merely change course, leaning in to leave those taunting kisses against your neck, along your shoulder. You’re a mess. At some point his hand has slipped under your shirt. The combination of his hands and his lips have you quivering. 

“C-Castiel..” 

He adjusts himself and now you’re laying back on the couch, breathing labored. The softness of his expression and the desire in his eyes are your undoing. His trench coat is hanging off a bit sloppily on one side. You hadn’t even realized that you’d been pulling at it. 

“Are you alright, your heart is beating erratically.” 

You would have laughed if you weren’t so flustered. How can someone be this devastatingly horny and oblivious at the same time?

“I-I’m okay.” You assure. 

He tilts his head in that way that typically conveys slight confusion. 

“That’s a normal reaction?” 

You nod. 

“It’s a little hard to keep my heart rate under control when you’re kissing me that way. You’re a sneaky angel Castiel.” 

“Is that a good thing?” 

This time you do laugh, nodding at him. 

“A very good thing.”