Thunderstorm

Request (from anon): Could you maybe do an imagine (one shot) where the reader is a teenage girl that is a Winchester and is terrified of thunderstorms and has anxiety attacks when they happen, and one night there is a bad thunderstorm and Sam and Dean are on a hunt, and while having a anxiety attack, the reader prays for Cas to come and help or stay with her, and he comes and comforts her and waits until Sam and Dean come back?

(Y/N) = your name Warnings: mild language, panic attacks (please remember that everyone has different experiences with these, and this is only based off of my experiences, not everyone’s)

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Considering the fact that you were still young, only 16 years old, your brothers seldom let you come on hunts with them. And if they did, it was only for something they were absolutely sure you could “handle”, such as a small vampire’s nest.

Usually, while Sam and Dean are gone, you keep yourself occupied mostly by reading and listening to music. Once in a while, if you ever got really bored, you would pray to Cas to keep you company, but you didn’t like to do that too much because you were worried that he would start to get annoyed.

On this particular night, you were sitting at the table in the bunker reading a random book you picked off of the shelves, while drinking a cup of tea and listening to the music you had playing in the background. You had just flipped the page when you heard it. Hoping that it was just your overactive imagination playing tricks on you, you pause your music and sit still, listening to see if you can hear it again. Sure enough, about 30 seconds later, the sound of thunder comes back with full force.

“Shit,” you mutter to yourself, slapping your book shut and squeezing your eyes shut. All of a sudden, your chest felt really light, like someone had grabbed your heart and just started squeezing it. It got harder and harder to breathe, so you tried taking deep breaths in and out, like your brothers told you to do, but that just made your chest hurt even worse.

Getting an idea, you open your eyes and start saying a desperate (and somewhat awkward) prayer to Cas. “Hey, uh, Cas,” you think, unable to talk out loud. “I’m not really sure if you can hear me right now, but if you can, I would really appreciate it if you could find your way here. I’m kinda, ah, freaked out by this storm and need your help calming down.”

Almost immediately after you got done praying, you heard the sound of fluttering wings, and looked up to see Cas looking down at you with a concerned expression on his face.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” he asks, but you still can’t talk because you’re too busy trying to get that tight feeling in your chest to go away, and get your breathing back to normal. Sensing that you were having a hard time breathing, Cas knelt down in front of you and pulled your chin up lightly so that you could look at him. “Okay, (Y/N), breathe with me, can you do that?” Cas breathes slowly in and out, never breaking eye contact with you. Seeing that it wasn’t helping as much as he would’ve liked, he gently pushes your head down in between your legs, telling you, “Keep breathing in and out, just like you were doing.”

This helps you calm down more, and eventually, after what feels like an hour, your heart no longer feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest, and you can breathe easy again. “Thank you, Cas,” you sigh, looking up at him.

“It was no problem,” he replies. “I didn’t know you were that afraid of thunderstorms.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s stupid,” you groan. “I’m not afraid of vampires or demons or werewolves, but I let a dumb thunderstorm get the best of me.”

“It’s not stupid, (Y/N),” Cas frowns and shakes his head. “Everyone has things that they’re afraid of.”

You just nod in response.

It’s quiet for a moment, and then Cas asks, “Would you like me to stay here with you until Sam and Dean return? Or at least until the storm is over?”

“Yeah, that would be great,” you smile, and he smiles back. Then the two of you put a movie on while you try to keep your mind off of the thunder outside. But even when you do get a little jumpy, Cas is always quick to calm you right back down to make sure you don’t have another panic attack.

“It’s Okay Now”

Request (from the-real-queen-of-hell) : (i have sent most of this to other writers on tumblr to see how you interrupt it) Someone/thing has gone in to the readers mind and is torturing her in her nightmare. Sam and Dean hear her cry's for help (still in the nightmare) and and they cant wake her up so they call down Cas to fix it, Lots of fluff. Much appreciated :)

I hope this is okay! :) (Y/N) = your name Warnings: Nightmares

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You don’t know what it was, or how it had done it. But somehow, something had managed to find it’s way into your dreams every night (that is, whenever you got the chance to sleep). It was nothing you had ever seen before; all you knew was that it scared the hell out of you. It seemed to know all of your worst fears, and it knew every way to make your skin crawl. Tonight was especially bad.

Sam and Dean were no strangers to nightmares. They’ve definitely had their fair share of them, and they knew that it was basically in the job description of being a hunter. So when they noticed that you were tossing and turning in your sleep and muttering under your breath, they exchanged knowing looks, but didn’t say or do anything about it. Even when you starting muttering “stop it”, and “please”, they kept their mouths shut. But when you started screaming, they knew something had to be done.

The two of them rushed over to the bed you were sleeping on, and even though they knew they probably should have tried a better way of waking you up, they started shaking you and calling out your name. “(Y/N), please, wake up!” Dean was practically shouting, while Sam was trying to keep you from tossing and turning off the bed. Thankfully, you had stopped screaming, but your face was contorted with pain, and you were still muttering to yourself.

After a few minutes of fruitless effort, Sam glanced at Dean, starting to freak out. “What do we do?” he asks, eyes wide. “I don’t know, man!” Dean replied, equally freaked. He thought for a minutes while Sam continued preventing you from falling off the bed. “I guess we could try calling Cas,” he suggested. “Maybe he could help.” “Yeah, okay,” Sam agrees, and Dean starts his prayer.

Cas was there in an instant after he heard what was going on. The Winchester brothers always knew he had a soft spot for you, and that he was willing to do anything if it meant that you were happy and out of harm’s way. He walked purposefully over to your bed, put his hand firmly on your shoulder, and placed two of his fingers on his other hand on your forehead. You woke up, shooting straight up into a sitting position, panting and sweaty. Frantically, you looked around the room, trying to remember where you were. When you realized what happened, you burst into tears.

“Hey, you’re fine. Everything’s fine,” Sam says soothingly, sitting down next to you on the bed. “Yeah, sweetheart, it was just a bad dream,” Dean adds, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. You just nod along to what they were saying, trying to calm yourself down. Instinctively, you leaned into Cas, and he immediately wrapped an arm around you. Sam and Dean, realizing that he was the one who was going to be able to help you calm down the easiest, gave you two some space, and they returned to what they were doing before.

Cas took Sam’s place next to you on the bed, and he pulled you into his lap. You were turned sideways, so you rested your head against his chest. One of his arms was wrapped protectively around you, and his other hand was playing with your hair. Eventually, after listening to his heartbeat and focusing on his hand in your hair, you were calmed down. Cas took a look at your face to make sure you were alright, and then he said, “So, do you want to tell me what you were dreaming about?”

You paused, not sure if you wanted to talk about it just yet. The only thing you could get out was, “I was being tortured. I don’t know by what. All I know was that I wanted to die. I wanted it all to be over. But they wouldn’t stop.” Your voice cracked on the last word, and you stopped talking. Cas, sensing that you didn’t want to talk about it anymore, turned you back around to face him and gave you a hug.

“It’s okay now,” he assured you, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You’re okay.” You just nod, burying your face into his shoulder.

Cas might’ve not been the best when it came to social cues, but, like the Winchesters, he was no stranger to nightmares. Even if he didn’t sleep, he experienced nightmares on a daily basis. He was no stranger to fear. And he definitely knew how to comfort you when you experienced it.

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Cas Needs You to Be His Vessel (One-Shot)

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You were sitting on your bed, scrolling through your phone, when Cas came bursting into the room. “(Y/N),” he said, a sense of urgency in his voice. “I need your help with something.” “What is it?” you ask, locking your phone and looking up at him. You had been friends with the Winchester brothers and Cas for a few months now, and since you all met, you’ve become pretty close. And when they needed your help, you were always eager to lend a hand.

“I need your body,” Cas announces, and you almost choke on air. “Excuse me?” you say, and then you realize that he probably doesn’t realize how dirty he sounded. “I need to use your body as my vessel for a hunt that Sam and Dean need my help with,” he explains. “Um, why?” you question, thoroughly confused. “It’s sort of complicated,” he says slowly. “But to try to explain it the best I can, the demon they are hunting only hunts people with certain physical characteristics because they are seeing it as revenge on their girlfriend who looked the same way, and you fit those characteristics perfectly.”

“Will I be in danger?” you ask. “You’ll be fine,” Cas assures you. “Since I will be in full control of your body, I will be able to make sure that nothing happens to you. We only need you to be a vessel to lure the demon, and since we didn’t want you to be in danger, we thought it would be best if I took control. That way, if things don’t go the way we planned, I will be able to take care of the demon, instead of you having to do it.”

“Alright,” you agree. But then, a thought occurred to you. “Wait. What will happen to Jimmy when you use my body instead?” “Jimmy will regain control of his body; I can’t occupy two bodies at once. But as soon as I’m done using you as a vessel, I will be able to find Jimmy again and take him back as a vessel. I won’t stay in your body any longer than necessary; you have my word.”

You nod in response. “Thank you for this,” Cas says, and then you feel your control slipping away from you.

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Cas was done with your body and back in Jimmy’s body, and everything had gone well. Your body was uninjured, just like Cas had promised, and the demon was taken care of. “That was a little weird,” Sam says as the four of you sat at a diner. “Yeah,” Dean agrees. “I’m just so used to Cas being in Jimmy’s body; it was weird seeing him in yours, (Y/N).” “Well, I am pleased that you trusted me enough to let me use your body as my vessel,” Cas says to you. “You have my thanks.” “No problem,” you smile in response. You were just glad you were able to help out. 

Okay, so I wanna apologize for the ending...I know it ended a little weirdly, but I wasn’t sure how else to do it :/ Anyways, I hope you guys liked it :)

"I decided to do a little research on my own" A Castiel One Shot

Anonymous asked: I’ve never made any requests before, so this is new. Would you do a Cas X Reader? Something where she hunts with Sam and Dean, and Cas has been in love with her from the moment they met?

Here you go, anon. I hope this is okay and what you were looking for!

“Yeah, whatever you say,” you laugh after Dean claimed that he and Sam “totally killed that last demon on their own”. In reality, you played a major role in killing the thing and saving their asses….again. Sam just chuckled and shook his head, fumbling with the lock on the motel room that the three of you were sharing. After he (finally) got it open, you guys walked into the room, ready to gather what little belongings you had and get back on the road again. But what you all saw on the couch made you stop dead in your tracks. Cas was sitting there, looking at the three of you. “Hello Sam, Dean, (Y/N),” he greeted when you noticed him, nodding at each of you while he said their name. “Jesus, Cas,” Dean breathed. “Couldn’t you have at least told us that you were coming? You nearly gave us a heart attack!” “And I almost shot you,” you added, earning nods of agreement from Sam and Dean but a blaming look from Cas. “What?” you tried to defend yourself. “It’s not my fault I didn’t know who you were.” Cas looks at you for a second and then just gave a little shrug dismissing what you said. “I needed to speak to (Y/N),” he explained himself. “You guys were gone, so I just decided to wait here until you all got back.” “Oh, well, what did you need to talk to me about?” you ask, only paying half attention because you were getting your things that were scattered all over the motel room together. “Um,” he scratched the back of his neck. “Can we talk somewhere else?” You look up at him, surprised. You were expecting him to just want to talk to you to make sure you were alright after the hunt; he checked in on you like that every now and again. You hadn’t considered the possibility that he wanted to talk to you about something more private. Masking your confusion and curiosity on your face, you simply reply, “Yeah, of course. Here, let’s step outside.” You followed Cas out the door, seeing Sam and Dean’s expressions as you passed them. They both gave you questioning looks, and you had no doubt they were thinking the same thing as you: what was this all about? You just shrug in response, signaling that you had no clue, either. Then you shut the door behind you, and turned to face Cas. “Sooo, what’s up?” you ask. “Well,” he starts to explain. “I have been been thinking about you a lot lately. And, I’ve never really felt quite like this before, and I had no idea how to describe the way I felt about you.” Just as you were about to ask what he felt about you, he continued talking. “So, I decided to do a little research on my own. And it turns out that the way I’ve been feeling about you is love.” You smile at this and open your mouth to say something, but Cas cuts you off to say, “Wait, let me finish. I want to explain. I’ve known since the first day I met you that I cared about you, and after a while, I’ve grown to love you. But soon, that love grew into a different feeling. It was still love, but it was…different. So while I was researching, I looked up what I was feeling, and it told me that I did, in fact, love you. Which, like I said, I already knew. But it turns out that these feelings are described as a more…romantic kind of love. Now, looking back on it, I can tell that this conclusion is correct. So, the next thing that it told me was that I should ask you out on a date?” He phrased this more like a question, looking at your facial expression to see if this was the right thing to be asking. You giggle a little and nod, telling him that it was okay. He nods and continues, “So, (Y/N), would you like to go on a date with me?” You smile and reply, “I would love to go on a date with you, Cas.” You’ve had feelings for Cas for a while now, too, but you were always too afraid to make the first move. He smiles at you and says, “Great. That’s great. When…when do you want to go?” “I’m free whenever,” you shrug. “Free?” he looks at you with confusion. “Did you come at a price before?” You laugh at this, and then decide to just suggest a time. “How’s tomorrow at 6?” you ask. “Sounds great,” he replies, smiling. You smile back, and then the two of you walk back into the hotel room, with you still supressing laughs over the fact that Cas had researched love.

Castiel One Shot: “I Was Just Worried”

Anonymous asked: Hi! Can you write a one-shot where the reader gets back from a hunting trip but she's gotten hurt? And at first she thinks Cas is mad at her, but then she realizes that he was just worried? Lots of fluff? :) thank you!!

Here it is!! :) (Y/N): your name Warnings: Very very mild language, injury Sorry if there are any spelling/grammatical errors; let me know if there are! Also, if you wanna request a one shot/imagine/preference of your own, just let me know! :)

“Cas, really, I’m fine,” you sigh as you sit down on the bed in a motel room. “No, you’re not,” he says sternly. You just sigh again. You were out on a hunting trip with Sam, Dean, and Cas, hunting what they thought could be another Wendigo case. Well, it was, and it captured you. You had been strung up in its cave, just dangling there, waiting to be eaten. That’s when the three boys came in and saved the day, just like normal. You had known they would come for you, but you couldn’t help worrying that maybe they wouldn’t be able to find you in time. In all honesty, that was the scariest part of the whole thing. Of course, Cas would do everything he could to heal you or bring you back, but the pain. The pain is what you feared. Getting torn apart and eaten wouldn’t exactly be a pleasant thing to go through, not matter how high your pain-tolerance was. Although you had escaped your fate of being eaten, you didn’t leave without a bruise or a scape. The Wendigo had taken a nasty swing at your shoulder, leaving four deep gashes. It hurt, a lot. But not wanting Cas to panic more than he already was, you tried playing it cool. He wasn’t having it, though. “Alright, (Y/N), move your shirt out of the way, let me see your shoulder,” Cas demanded, sitting next to you on the bed. You had no doubt that he was about to heal you, and as nice as that sounded, all you wanted to do was take a nap. Of course, that could be the amount of blood evacuating your body doing the thinking for you... “I’m fine; can’t I just sleep for a while first?” Your voice sounded whiny even to you, but hey, you just escaped Death’s grip. You thought you were entitled to a little whiny-ness. “Dammit, (Y/N)!” Cas said, rather loudly. “Move your shirt; I need to see your shoulder!” You look down, a little embarrassed that you angered Cas enough to make him shout. He was usually a fairly calm person when he was around you. “Sorry...” you mumble, moving your shirt out of the way. Almost immediately, you felt Cas’ had take the place of where your shirt had just been, and your wounds start to heal. After just a second or two, the only thing left is four, almost faded scars. “Thank you,” you say politely as to not anger him any further, tugging your shirt back into it’s original place. “I’m gonna go shower.” Standing up and grabbing some new clothes from your bag, you make your way into the bathroom. You sigh and lean against the counter. After about a minute, you straighten up, take a deep breath, and start the shower, taking your time to get all the dirt and grime off of your body. You step out, dry yourself off, get changed into your new, clean clothes, and then brush your hair, getting all the tangles out. Not even worrying about drying it further, you walk out of the bathroom and find Cas lying on the bed. Without saying a word, you lay down next to him, pulling the blankets over you, preparing to go to sleep. That’s when you hear Cas’ voice, in a soft tone this time, quietly say, “(Y/N)?” You look over at him, and see him looking at you with a slightly concerned expression. “Yeah?” you answer. “Are you okay?” he asks, studying your facial expressions. “Yeah, I’m good now,” you reply. “Thanks to your healing voodoo magic stuff, my shoulder is totally fine now.” You give a tight smile. “That’s not what I mean,” he shakes his head. Then he sighs and says, “I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier when I was telling you to let me see your arm. I did not mean to be rude or hurt your feelings, and I’m sorry if it came across that way.” “I thought you were mad at me,” you whisper, and Cas’ face contorts with remorse. “I apologize,” he says softly. “I wasn’t mad at you; I was just worried.” “I know that now,” you say, giving a real smile this time. “I appreciate your concern. And thanks again, for fixing me up.” You pat your shoulder. Cas chuckles. “It was my pleasure. I’ll let you sleep now.” He kisses your cheek lightly, and you smile a little in response, already drifting off to sleep.