#switch!cas

  Seven hours into your isolation, you had exhausted your movie collection, a couple video games and you were working on a very old bottle of whiskey. You plugged your phone into the stereo and blasted Daddy Yankee’s song Limbo. You grabbed the half empty bottle of alcohol in your hand and started to dance. You were still quite pissed at the fact that your traveling companion had placed you under house arrest but the whiskey was drowning out your sorrows. Two raps were heard at the door that you managed to hear through the loud music. You took a swig before you shouted, “Whatever you’re selling, I’m not interested!”   You continued to wiggle to the music until five more raps at the door were heard. You grumbled and walked to the door wrenching it open. Castiel stood by himself in the doorway. You preceded to shut the door on him, but he caught it. You marvelled at his ability to pass through the barrier, “Wait, wait. I wanted to apologize.”   You tilted your head to the side in fake disbelief, “What? For ditching me? Oh, don’t worry about that. It’s not like I’m used to it or anything.”   Castiel continued to stare at you, his hand still on the door. You opened it and pressed your palm against the barrier, which was still there. You took a deep breath and spun back around. You took a deep sip of the whiskey as Castiel entered the apartment and shut the door behind him, locking it. You narrowed your eyes at the action. You swayed on spot, taking another drink. Castiel looked to the kitchen where he spotted three empty Smirnoff Twisted bottles on the counter. His gaze shifted back to the bottle that was in your hand, “Humans don’t have a very high alcohol tolerance.”   You raised the bottle to him as if to cheers him, “Only half human, babe. Got immortal light in my body. Higher threshold for pain, heightened senses, higher alcohol tolerance.”   He watched you as you continued to dance to the Spanish music. You drank again, still completely in control of your balance which boosted your confidence. “I am sorry for leaving you earlier, especially after I heard your prayer. That was….unkind of me.”   You stopped dancing and turned to face him. You raised an eyebrow, “Huh. Strange how here angels feel remorse, and guilt. It’s almost like you have a heart.”   You walked over to him and got right up in his face, for the second time of you knowing him. “There are angels in your world?”   “Of course there are, they’re everywhere,” You said as you rolled your eyes. “Major buzzkills. No fun at all, well a select few are. I mean the ones I know do have fun, but that’s only because when I’m close to them, they feel more human.”   “Why?” He breathed, obviously not bothered by your proximity.   You placed you hand on his chest and revelled at the feeling of his light energy. “I don’t know. Gift from the Goddess, I assume. I could not tell you why, but it happens. I don’t know about here but our angels are very strict, and law abiding, and boring. Except the fallen. Now, those feather-brains know how to party!”   You stepped back and took another two gulps of your drink. His brow furrowed again, “The fallen?”   “Yeah, the angels who wanted to live on earth with humans. They didn’t want to follow the rules, so they left. Lost their white wings though, which kind of sucks I guess. But still very pretty. Do you dance?”   Castiel continued to gaze at you, questions flooding his eyes. He shook his head, “No, I do not dance.”   “Do you know how to dance?” You asked approaching him again, slower this time.   “No,” He said.   “Have a drink,” You offered. Castiel took the bottle from your hand and held it to his lips. He took several gulps while he kept his eyes locked with yours. He lowered it and placed it on the tiny table beside the couch. “Feel better?” You asked.   His chest rose and fell with every breath he took. “Why do I feel this way around you? I’ve been human before. I know what it feels like, but you make me feel very connected to the earth.”   You shrugged, trying not to feel anything towards him. “You don’t have to be here. You’re still an immortal angel. You’re just able to feel a little deeper than usual. I understand if you don’t want to stay. Nobody does.”   “Does everyone feel this way towards you?” He asked, stepping towards you.   You nodded, “Everyone, every creature feels drawn to me. Sam and Dean felt drawn to me too but humans don’t feel it as strong as Celestials, like you. No doubt it’s overpowering your senses. And that’s why you almost stayed today. You have a lot of self-control, colour me impressed.”   “Why are you so sarcastic?” He queried.   “Why do you think, Castiel? I’m an empath. I get to feel what everyone else feels. I am good for only one thing, to hunt and kill the bad guys. That’s how everyone sees me, so that’s what I do. And I block out the pain with sarcasm and humour, and booze. Sue me!”   You reached for the whiskey again but he caught your arm, “I think you’ve had enough.”   “Why are you even here, Castiel? Why do you want to be around me? I am a destructive force of nature. I am unrelenting and unforgiving. I have darkness in me.”   “You have a lot of rage,” He said, a small smile rising on his lips.   You gave him a look but then burst out laughing, so much you couldn’t contain it, and you hid your face in your hands. “I’m sorry. I get mean when I’m trapped in a box. I don’t do well in isolation.”   “I don’t think anyone does,” He said. He reached for the bottle and took another drink. “Hey!” You exclaimed, reaching for the bottle. He held you back effortlessly, like you were a very small bunny and he was a lion. “Dude, sharing is caring!”   A huge smile erupted on his face which made your stomach flutter, “Come on, you can do better than that.”   You debated your current position. Instead of fighting him, you turned around, wrapped your hand around his neck and danced against him. You heard him set the bottle down and he backed up into the wall as you moved against his body. You could hear his breath quicken was surprised to feel his hands on your hips. You spun and took his hands in yours and lead him to the middle of the living room. You put your hands on his hips and swayed them in time with your own. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled widely when his hands returned to your waist. You even felt one venture to your behind as he pulled you closer to his body.   “See? I knew you could dance,” You said in his ear.   “Mmm,” He moaned into yours. It took you by surprise when he spun you around and slammed you into the wall. The music pounded as he stared down at you, an eyebrow raised. Fuck, he was beautiful. You averted your eyes and stared at what might be beneath his clothes. He lifted your chin and closed your proximity by meeting your lips with his own. An electric shock of pleasure shot through you and you kissed back with heat and hunger. He hoisted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he flooded your neck with kisses.   “Fuck, Castiel,” You moaned against him.   He laughed, “I do like it when you say my name.”   You brought your lips to his ear, “It will sound even better when I scream it.” That was clearly all he could handle. After a shiver rocked his body, he took you to your bedroom. He set you down on your feet and you proceeded to shed him of his clothing. Coat, jacket and tie were on the floor. You ripped open his shirt and ran your fingers over his chiseled chest. You’re a gift. You silently prayed to him.   His smile made you melt, “You don’t have to do that. I’m right here.”   “Ah, but you see, this is just pure evil. I can pray dirty things to you whenever I want.” You smiled as you undid his belt.   He took off your shirt and gazed down at you, “That is quite cruel of you.”   “Hey, if you’re going to sin, you might as well go all out,” You said, taking off your pants and tossing them to the side. He let his pants drop to his feet to reveal his erection, confined by the fabric of his boxers. You were wearing a black bra and underwear, just plain and nothing special, but that didn’t stop his eyes from lighting up at the sight.   He approached you but you spun him around and pushed him onto the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows as he stared up at you. You got on top of him and rolled your hips against his sex. His head fell back and he gripped the sheets in his fists. You bent down and kissed his chest repeatedly while you worked him up. “Now, from what I’ve seen, you’re quite the obedient angel. Always do what you’re told.”   Castiel looked up at you, licking his lips. “Not always.”   “Oh really? Because you look quite submissive from this angle,” You said as you took off your bra and tossed it away. Your breasts fell onto your chest and the hunger in his eyes arose. “Or am I wrong?”   He grabbed onto your hips and flipped the both of you so that he was on top. His mouth was on your breast as his tongue flicked your nipple and he began to suck. His free hand had your other breast in a firm grasp. You moaned loudly, thankful that Leda wasn’t here. How awkward would that be? You laced your fingers through his messy raven hair, but he grabbed your hands and held them above your head. He snapped his fingers and your wrists locked above your head, as if some unseen force was keeping them there. You raised an eyebrow at him, Kinky motherfucker, aren’t you?   His lips met yours in response before leaving a trail of kisses down your chest and stomach until he got to your underwear line. You sucked in a deep breath when you felt his fingers tugging at the soft fabric until it was gone. You lay there helplessly, your core pulsating at an alarming rate. His mouth reached your sex and he ran his tongue up your slit gently, causing you to buck your hips into his face. “Patience, love.”   You struggled against your invisible bonds and sucked in air as you felt him spread your legs. He kissed each inner thigh until he reached your sex again and brushed his lips against it softly. You groaned against him and felt his laughter vibrate through your body. You couldn’t help but release the feathery nuisance that kept clawing at you. “Dammit. These are so annoying.”   Castiel looked up at the sight. The huge black wings protruded from your back and draped over the bed and onto the floor. Your chest rose and fell and you looked down at him, feeling embarrassed. His hands were on your face, making you look into his icy blue eyes, “Hey, they are beautiful. You’re beautiful.”   “Can I see yours?” You asked timidly.   He frowned, “They aren’t intact and not as full as yours.”   “Why not?” You asked, genuinely concerned.   “I…I fell. My wings are damaged,” He said. He released your hands and they flew to his face.   “Please, let me see,” You coerced.   He sighed and within moments our could see his own black wings, only they were beaten to a pulp, with many feathers missing. He hung his head in defeat. “It’s pathetic.”   You lifted his head, “I can help.”   He looked at you questioningly. You opened your mouth and released an orb of pure light. It floated between the both of you and Castiel stared at it curiously. “What is that?”   “Light magick, from my world. I have an unlimited supply. I can share. A little pulse like this won’t hurt me to lose if it means you are better. Open.” He did so and the small orb entered his mouth. Within seconds it plowed through him, filling his entire essence making an intense bright light shine in the room, so bright even you had to look away. Castiel cried out, but you kept ahold of him. When the light faded, you looked back to him. He was shaking and sweating. You took his face in your hands and kissed his quivering lips. That’s when you noticed, his wings were full and were extended the length of the room. They were still black but at least now they looked healthy. You were shocked at his response, “Fuck.”   “How do you feel?” You asked, a hand trailing down to his erection.   “Well, I…” He looked down, getting distracted by your wandering hand, “Well, that’s not fair.”   He worked his way down again to your clit and licked and kissed and sucked as if his life depended on it. “Ugh, Cas!”   Sad enough to say, it didn’t take much to get you off and it had been a while. You tried your hardest to hold back but you felt waves of pleasure threatening your control. Dammit, don’t cum yet.   He slipped a finger into your heat and you grabbed onto his head tightly. You rolled your hips again into his mouth. “You’re about to explode, aren’t you?”   “Ah! Yes! Fuck, I want to cum so bad,” You cried out to him.   “How bad do you want it?” He asked, now pumping two fingers into you.   Your eyes rolled back into your head, “Castiel, please.”   He moaned at the mention of his name, “Cum for me, Y/N. Scream my name like I know you want to.”   You immediately let go, and raised your voice as loud as you could muster, “Yes! Oh, Castiel, yes! Ughh!”   You felt him lap up your nectar which made you shiver with delight. As you rode the last waves of your orgasm, you failed to notice that Castiel had removed his boxers. He was eyeing you and out of embarrassment you curled your wings up over your face, hiding in the feathers. You could hear him laughing and he peeled your wings back, and removed your hands from your face. “I want you to be mine. I want your orgasms to be mine. When you cum by your own hands, I want you to say my name. Clear?”   You nodded, “Yes, Sir.” He growled at the sound of the word, as if it sent pure lust and pleasure through him. He smiled down at you, “Good girl.” “Please, Cas. I want you inside of me. Please.” “So desperate, aren’t we?” He gazed down at your form, placing his thumb on your clit and slowly rubbing in small circles. “Fucking hell, Cas. Stop teasing me!” You grumbled. “If you keep going that way, you’re going to regret it.”   That peaked his interest, “Oh?”   You gently grabbed onto his balls and rolled him over where he lay, wincing in defeat. You kissed down his chest until your lips found his erection. You ran your tongue up his length and swirled it at the tip, licking up the small trace of pre-cum leaking there. A heavy moan from the angel encouraged you to continue and you began to take him inside of your mouth. You pumped your hands up and down while you worked on the tip, bobbing your head. “Ugh, Y/N.”   You took your lips away which elicited a small whimper from the angel. You lifted your leg over him and slowly lowered yourself onto his sex. His head shot up and he stared at you as you rode him slowly. His fingers dug deep into the flesh of your hips and you could see the intensity in his eyes that he wanted you with every fibre of his being. You clawed at his chest, drawing blood and watched in awe as the wounds slowly closed up. He arched his back and matched your thrusts with his. You ran your hand through your hair before leaning down and sucking on his bottom lip. He moaned against you and flipped you over, pounding harder into you now that he was on top. He towered over you, with his hands on your hips as he completely buried himself in you. You reached for him and was surprised when he laced his fingers with yours and held your hand above your head. He was breathing heavily into your ear so you took the opportunity to bother him. “Castiel?”   He groaned, “Yes?”   You giggled, “Are you going to cum for me?”   You flexed your muscles around him and he pushed further into you than you thought possible in response. He didn’t answer though. So, you fisted your hand in his hair and yanked his head to the side. He made a sound out of pleasure, “Ah, yes. Yes, I’m going to cum.”   You encased him in your wings and kept flexing, feeling your second orgasm as it slammed into you. In turn, you felt him empty himself inside of you and he let out a cry as he thrust into you half a dozen times. A shudder passed through him and he collapsed on top of you. He nuzzled his face in your chest which elicited a chuckle from you. His wings draped over you both, like a black feathery blanket. You stroked his wing with your free hand, seeing as the other was still stuck in his grasp.   “Was…that alright?” The angel asked, murmuring into your chest.   You laughed, “You’re a god among men, Castiel.”   You felt him smile against your skin, “Well, I wouldn’t go that far.”   You squeezed his hand, “I would. You’re the best I’ve ever had. So much passion behind such a serious facade.”

As I say in the notes, I had a little laugh when I got this prompt because I had JUST promised myself I'd stop doing this to Sam. (Poor guy has gotten a bit of abuse for the sake of a plot or for the sake of helping wrap up an ending which is sometimes really hard for me. I’ve tried to give him rewards, and even revenge to make up for it but I was REALLY planning on stopping the “Sam is Scarred for Life” game, honest!)

Hi Nonnie!!! Oh boy.My heart says bottom!Dean/Top!Cas, but I don’t mind them switching that much, actuallyI guess it’s more realistic that way?? And I strongly believe they would switch because it’s fun?? And sex it’s about fun and pleasure and closeness - and I believe both of them would like to experience it in many ways? I think :D But yeah, it’s still like 90% bottom!Dean/top!Cas :D 

Hello Nonnie!! Our stories are super similar then vfbdjbvdfjbvfdjbhjdf I cared about the bottom/top stuff when I was younger, then I started writing rp with my friend and totally stopped caring about. Like, I was all about the boys having fun, no matter the position and their, so to speak, roles. With that mindset I’ve actually entered the spn fandom, and with it I’ve started shipping Destiel. Actually now when I look at all those fics I’ve read in the beginning, I think there is actually more of bottom!Cas ones than those with bottom!Dean. But, just like it was in your case, I didn’t really like the tendency to portray bottom!Cas as naive and weak and small and pale.I didn’t mind at first because hey, I am not gonna love every fic I read. But it happened constantly and I am just vbfdjsbvjsdvfjd I mean, it just rubs me the wrong way? I am not fanfic police lol, I am not gonna go around and tell people how they should write their stories, but as a reader I have some characterizations that I love and that I really don’t like. And this is one of those that are very much not my thing.It doesn’t mean that the story is bad, but it’s not something I personally enjoy. I really, REALLY love bottom!Dean. I adore it with my whole heart. And yes, top!Cas is a treasure, he just... he just makes me very happy? I don’t know how to explain it, I guess that’s the magic of preferences :D It just clicks for me :DYAY!! SAME, NONNIE! Dom!Cas makes my heart flutter and my knees weak - it just ... it just FITS him so well. Strict but caring and gentle and just vfbdjskvbjsdbvj 

Hello, Nonnie! I’ve read it! It’s such an amazing series, you are totally right, this is definitely my taste <3

Hello, Nonnie!! I mean yeah, I can totally understand when it’s part of plot - or like if it’s an, idk, hs au for example? I personally almost don’t read them at all, but I wouldn’t expect a teenager to be super manly or anything fdbvjfdbhjdfbjdf ( the same goes for Dean ) Like I totally get when people write endverse!Cas as somehow thin  bc it’s totally reasonable when you think about his general lifestyle ( dude is still badass tho) O like you said, he’s possessing a dead guy or he has been sick or something like that. ciueshfeisufhiefhiesf AGREED. I don’t like it, personally.  I love when they both are protective of each other, you know?? I think it’s pretty in character. I don’t like it when Cas is so, so... meek. And unable to do anything by himself, always needing Dean’s help and guidance.It’s something that I love about Cas so much, that he’s this complex ancient being who is fierce and gentle and sarcastic and supportive and can totally kick your ass. Thank you Nonnie, seriously <3 

Hi Nonnie! No problem :DI agree! I mean I feel the same - I like angst, I love it, but there has to be some fluff and definitely a happy ending :DI like it when they switch, too!! Though I have to admit I have such a big weak spot for bottom!Dean that I could devour novel-long fanfics with just him ;___; ( though I would be the happiest if it would be suggested that they would be okay with switching grhighrghre or maybe if they did it off-screen, so to speak. I don’t like it when people are like HURR DURR THEY WOULD NEVER SWITCH!!!!!!! Like lol yes they would bvhfdbvjdfbhjdf )