Groomed

Summary: Castiel’s wings are a mystery to you, but when he asks for help, you end up going above and beyond. Pairing: Castiel x Reader Word Count: 2746 Warnings: Fluff, language, wing kink, grooming, smut (handjob), fluff A/N: This is for @spnkinkbingo​ and the square was “Wing Kink”. This was actually a lot harder to write than I thought it would be, but I am happy with how it turned out! My 2020 Kink Bingo Masterlist can be accessed HERE and there are links to the previous years. This was beta’d by @saxxxology​, gif was made by me, and I hope you enjoy!

Castiel could feel her eyes on him, even though he wasn’t facing her. The behaviors of humans were still mostly confusing and unfamiliar to him, but thanks to Dean, he knew about the concept of personal space and how staring is impolite. It was the first time he’d been alone with Y/N in the bunker, so he could understand her curiosity; he’d been away for several months on angel business. He was trying to keep his attention on the lore book in front of him, but after fifteen minutes straight of dealing with it, he gave in.

“Can I help you, Y/N?”

Shaking herself out of her daze, she ducked her head. “No. Sorry. Didn’t mean to stare.”

“It seemed quite purposeful,” Castiel observed, “since you’ve been on the same page of your book for almost thirty minutes.”

“Okay, fine,” she replied, closing her book and tossing it on the ottoman. “I’ve never talked to a nice angel before and I just… where are your wings? Do they fold up? Are they invisible? Do they make flappy noises? Do they have bones? Are they hollow like an actual bir—”

“Y/N.” Castiel’s stern voice made her mouth slam shut with an audible click. “You could have just asked.”

“Sorry, I didn’t know if they were some kind of taboo subject. Like, if they were considered,” her voice dropped to a whisper, “sexual.”

“They are not inherently sexual. Angels are able to see the wings of other angels, but touching and grooming is another story, done only by good friends or mating partners. Since we are merely celestial energy inside a vessel, our wings are on a different plane and are invisible to the human eye due to the wavelength of light.” Castiel spun around in his chair to face her. “I can manifest them, but you will only be able to see the shadow.”

Teachable Moments

Summary: Castiel is having some trouble adjusting to being human, so you decide to assist him in learning about the basics. Pairing: Human!Castiel x Reader Word Count: 2026 Warnings: Awkwardness, Cas being adorably clueless, sexuality, hand job, masturbation A/N: This takes care of the “Human!Cas” square for @spnkinkbingo. I had to make him his adorable clueless self, and what better to do that with than having him try to figure out how to shave without cutting himself... that leads to other discoveries. This was beta’d by the ever so lovely @dean-winchesters-bacon and the gif was made by me!

A defeated groan came from the bathroom as you walked past on your way to the kitchen, and you stopped in your tracks, hesitantly putting your ear against the door before knocking lightly. Castiel was human now and had been for almost a month now, and if he was struggling with something, you wanted to help.

“You okay in there?” you asked.

Something clattered against what you assumed was the sink before the door to the bathroom flew open, revealing Castiel with almost his whole face covered in shaving cream and blood trickling down the areas where the shaving cream was missing.

“I do not understand how to do this without pain,” he grumbled, eyebrows pinching together through the shaving cream.

A bark of laughter erupted from your lips and you slammed your hand over your mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at your predicament. I… Cas. You don’t cover your entire face in the shaving cream, just your chin, neck, upper lip, and sides of your face.”

Sunsets

Summary: You spend some time with Castiel enjoying the beauty of nature. Characters: Reader, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester Word Count: 1292 Warnings: Fluff, language, and hehe :) A/N: My birthday was yesterday, and I had this WIP in my docs for a long time. I was able to finish it this week thanks to a slow day at work, so I wanted to share it with you. It was looked over by the lovely @dean-winchesters-bacon. Gif made by yours truly.

The grass was soft under your fingers as you leaned back and stretched your legs out in front of you. There was a light breeze blowing the leaves of the trees around, and you closed your eyes, savoring the way the cool air made goosebumps appear on your skin. The sun was setting in the west, and you had the perfect vantage point from the spot you were in on the hill.

The sound of fabric rustling behind you made your smile grow, and you spoke without turning around. “Hey, Cas.”

A tan trenchcoat came into your peripheral vision as the angel somewhat awkwardly sat down next to you, mirroring your position. “Hello, Y/N.”

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” you asked, jutting your chin toward the horizon and dark pinkish-blue sky surrounding it. Turning to face Castiel, you smiled at the soft look on his face as he took in the scenery. “You’ve been around for a long time, have sunsets always looked this beautiful?”

Box Sixty-Nine

Summary: After having an accident in the storage room, leading to you being doused with a strange goo, research takes a strange turn when you meet up with Sam, Dean, and Castiel in the library. Pairing: Team Free Will x Reader (Sam x Reader x Castiel x Dean) Word Count: 4416 Warnings: Language, fluff, sex pollen-like situation, smut, oral sex (both receiving), dirty talk, Sam directing most of the action, minor angst A/N:  This takes care of my Gangbang square for @spnkinkbingo. I had fun researching this lore part and of course the porn parts were fun as well. TFW are only paired with the reader, so there’s no Destiel/Wincest or anything. :) This was beta’d by the lovely @dean-winchesters-bacon and the gif made by me. Enjoy!

Deep inside one of the bunker’s many storage rooms, you, Castiel, Sam, and Dean were all in your own corners taking stock of what magical items and lore books the Men of Letters had collected. Suddenly right next to you, Dean pulled the book you were reaching for off the shelf before you could grab it, a smirk on his lips. He blew the dust off the cover and directly into your face, sending you into a coughing fit.

“Asshole,” you grumbled between coughs before punching him in the stomach, making him double over so you could grab the book from his hands. “That was mine. Stay over on your own side of the shelf.”

Dean rubbed his stomach and pouted, but you only pointed at the barely touched shelf behind him. He rolled his eyes and instead walked over towards where Sam was nose deep in a very old cardboard box.

“Hey, Sammy,” Dean said, holding back a giggle, “what’s in the box?!”

You could hear Sam’s eye roll from where you were standing as he pulled the pen out of his mouth and spun around to look at the shelf that Dean was assigned to organize and catalogue. “Dean, get back to work.”

Cat Scratch Fever - Part 2

Summary: As the reader’s body continues to change, she finds herself in a bad spot when her primal instincts take over. Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel Word Count: 3631 Warnings: Angst, shit hitting the fan, mention of minor character deaths (not graphic), more angst, language, sexuality, fluff A/N: Part two and it is now complete! Nothing like a good cat fight, right? Right?  It was beta’d by @kittenofdoomage and gif made by me. Enjoy! -Part 1-

You felt someone shifting you into their arms and carrying you, but the hand that was stroking you was now scratching at your ears, so you remained with your eyes closed. Sam and Dean’s voices were surrounding you, but you couldn’t understand what they were saying. It sounded muffled and far away, like they were on a speakerphone across the room. The arms that were holding you deposited you onto something soft, and you drifted off, not feeling the cold metal of the shackle as it was fastened around your ankle.

The next time you woke, you rolled to your hands and knees and stretched, leaning down so your arms were out in front of you on the soft blanket and your ass was up in the air.

“Y/N?”

You turned around quickly and tilted your head when you saw Sam. It was then when you realized you were chained in the dungeon, and the shackle around your ankle jingled as you shifted towards him. Fear bristled inside you and you immediately got into a crouch and growled, trying to shake the chain off your right foot.

Sam said something to you, his palm facing you to calm you, but you couldn’t understand what he said. His lips were moving but you could only hear mumbled speech in a soft baritone voice. It sounded like the adults on the old Peanuts cartoons, and your eyes went wide. Opening your mouth to say something, you began to talk, but your words came out as squeaks, whimpers, and pathetic mewls.

Fiction to Non-Fiction - Castiel

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1433

Warnings: Smut, fluff, language, dirty talk, dom!Cas, spanking, rough sex

A/N: Part three of four of the smutty stories! This is how Cas would react to finding out you were reading fanfiction about him. This was looked over by @kittenofdoomage​​ and @saxxxology​​. I will update each post with a link to the others once they are posted.

Sam - Dean - TFW

“I do not need a babysitter.”

Castiel’s stern voice made you look up from your spot at the table in the library, glancing toward where the angel was having an intense conversation with the Winchesters near the doorway to the kitchen in the war room. The remaining parts of their conversation were a lot quieter when Sam realized he grabbed your attention, and you went back to reading another interesting fan story that emerged from the cult following of the Supernatural books.

While both brothers were embarrassed about the paperback versions of themselves, you enjoyed reading fan-written stories that talented authors on various websites created using the universe you lived in every day. Some of them got pretty close to actual hunts you’d been on, while others have completely nailed the behaviors of each of your hunting partners, Castiel included.

Fledgling Furor

Summary: After being summoned to aid Castiel with the Winchesters while he is away, you learn new things about humanity and even make a few discoveries about yourself along the way. Characters: Angel!Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel Word Count: 3952 (whoops?) Warnings: Angel awkwardness, FLUFF, minor angst, allusions to a sex act? A/N: This was a request from @sireennotsiren that read:  “can i request a fic where the reader is castiel's littlest sister (like the youngest angel) and she tags along with cas when he visits the winchesters? and they get along well and she becomes a part of tfw?” Well, I hope you don’t mind that I ran with the idea and kept running. Almost 4k words, I couldn’t stop myself. I don’t think I know how to drabble anymore. I’ve become a word monster. Haha. I hope you enjoy! This was beta’d by the ever so lovely @atc74. Gif made by me.

From the moment you were created, you knew you were meant for something more than the boring mundane tasks of normal angels. You had need for knowledge and exploration that consumed you. Even though you were still a fledgling, your curiosity constantly got the better of you and the constant barrage of questions to your older siblings made them steer clear of you.

Until you met Castiel.

You had heard stories about him. He saved a man from Hell, had been trapped in Purgatory, and even had Lucifer use his vessel. He was almost like a celebrity in some angel social circles, and that’s why it surprised you when he approached you one day. He needed to take care of a few things in Heaven, and you were tasked to assist the Winchesters with any angelic guidance they needed. He said he would stay with you for the first few days while you adjusted, but after that, you would be on your own.

The Winchesters were just as famous as Castiel, if not more so, and you were unexpectedly excited about the assignment. You were still very young and had not had many opportunities to interact with humans, which is why this assignment was somewhat confusing. The last time you were on Earth was several years ago when your older brother wanted to show you some of the fantastic new inventions that humans have imagined.

“Y/N,” Castiel gently touched your shoulder, “are you okay in there?”

You blinked at him and nodded your head, pushing the memories away. You straightened the suit jacket your vessel was wearing and took a deep breath. “Castiel, may I ask you a question?”

Learning to Fly

Summary: After losing his wings, Castiel has been depressed. You get an idea to cheer him up and it leads to some discoveries between the two of you. Pairing: Castiel x Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Word Count: 1948 Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF, season 9 spoilers  A/N: This is a based on the song Learning to Fly by Tom Petty. It really made me think about how sad Cas was when he lost his wings, and if I was there to help him what I would do. I hope you all enjoy the gratuitous fluff! Beta’d by the lovely @saxxxology, gif made by me. Song lyrics are in italics.

Saying the last few weeks had been interesting would be an understatement. Sam and Dean had returned from trying to cure Crowley for the last trial, only to bring the demon inside and stash him in the dungeon. Sam looked pretty rough, but Dean assured you that he was okay. They explained that the angels had fallen and were without their wings. They couldn’t fly anymore and were trying to find vessels as fast as they could.

The worst thing for you, out of everything, was the fact that Castiel is depressed now because he's human. The day he arrived back to the bunker, you could tell he felt responsible for everything. He had always been your favorite since the moment you met him all those years ago, and seeing him moping around the bunker with the weight of the world on his shoulders was slowly eating at you.

You missed the innocent puppy version of Castiel that had become your best friend. He was such a curious angel and you would always offer to help him understand pop culture, a human behavior, or if one of the brothers said something that he didn’t quite comprehend. It was exhausting at first, but once he began telling you stories about Heaven and his brothers and sisters, he quickly found his way into your heart as one of your closest friends.

You were currently looking for him and walking around the bunker when found your way into the kitchen, following the smell of cooking bacon.