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good morning<333 everyone say hello to sam's little coraline moment for samweek day 2! we're putting that boy on a QUEST!!!!!
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Thee meanstiel threesome fic. It's fun, it's awkward, it's nice, it's awful, it's complicated. Meg uses Dean to have sex with Cas, Dean uses Meg to have sex with Cas, Cas uses Dean and Meg to have sex with Meg and also Dean at the same time, and nobody talks about their feelings 💖 (they do also enjoy themselves).
^ silliness. friendship. kinky sex. silliness and friendship while having kinky sex, even. Polyamory treated as normal. Meg supernatural. These are the things stored within this fic.
v those things but it's the goofy destiel wedding sequel
you'll literally never guess what event this one is set, there are no clues at all
SHOUT OUT TO MEG NATION
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I just know they would’ve been asylum besties
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMMY!!!!! it’s not quite May 2nd here yet but I figured I’d post early :) stream (thirty) three is the magic number and wish your favorite lawboy a very happy birthday!
taglist in comments, let me know if you’d like to be added or removed! 💜
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version of spn where dean is openly bisexual the entire time and definitely fucks a priest during a job and sam is does his judgmental little "dude" and dean is like "i already went to hell once man,, what's the worst that could happen" and everytime there's a new bad guy or apocalypse sam is like "this is bc you fucked a priest" and eventually he says it in front of Cas who does his little squint and head tilt and just
"You what?"
“Well,” Dean, who has been fully and utterly unprepared to have to deal with this in front of Cas, says. “Listen-“
“In a church,” Sam cuts in, resigned as he stares at the gathering clouds in a blood red sky. “This is because you fucked a priest in a church.”
“You what?” Cas repeats, in a tone entirely impossible for Dean to parse.
“He lived in a little building off the church!” Dean snaps. “What was I supposed to do, bring him back to the motel room where Gigantor would judge me when I kicked him out?”
“Listen,” Sam says. “I am not well versed in priest fuckery, but I’m pretty sure there is literally nowhere worse to fuck a priest than in a church.”
“It wasn’t even really in the church, you big baby-“
“And now I have to live my life, saddled to you-“
“Nobody is making you hang out with me-“
“Haunted by your bad, slutty decision-“
“Don’t slut shame me-“
“Don’t slut shame you for getting freaky with a priest? Dean?”
“We actually didn’t get that freaky,” Dean mutters.
“In a church?”
“It was a little building that was attached to the church-“
“The proximity to the church-“
“Okay,” Cas interrupts, with the bearing of a man under the impression that he is displaying an infinite fucking patience. “I fail to see how this is productive-“
“I dunno,” Sam says. “Maybe if we sacrifice Dean to God-“
“You know, your insufferable self righteousness about this should have ended right when you started shacking up with Ruby-“
“We are not sacrificing Dean to God,” Cas says flatly in his I am an Angel of the Lord voice. “We have a problem unrelated to Dean’s blasphemy. I suggest we solve it.”
“It wasn’t blasphemy,” Dean says.
“Was he in the getup, Dean?” Sam asks, in his most long suffering tone.
Dean struggles for a second, uncomfortably aware of Cas’ eyes on him.
“Well, it fit him pretty well-“
Sam turns to Cas. “All we gotta do is take him up a mountain, strap him to a big flat rock, and let nature take its course.”
“No. Not yet.”
Dean draws himself up. “The fuck do you mean, yet?”
Cas ignores him. “Sam, I would advise you call Rowena.”
“Right.”
“Dean.” Cas fixes him with a look he can’t read. “We will discuss this later.”
“I mean, we don’t have to-“
Cas vanishes, leaving Dean disgruntled as Sam walks away to call Rowena. Dean sticks his hands in his pockets out of a lack of something to do.
“Ooh, Dean, let’s dog pile on you for that time you fucked one guy,” he mumbles. “Let’s aaaaaaall gather round and judge Dean for that one time he hooked up with one priest-“
“I’m on the phone!” Sam shouts. “Sulk quieter!”
Dean picks up a pinecone and chunks it at his ginormous head, and it all devolves into chaos from there.
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Once long ago I looked at a handful of AUs where Cas was a demon or fallen angel allied with hell since way back when Lucifer rebelled and I went that's neat I wonder if I can think up a motivation for him to end up in that situation that feels in character to me personally and the end result was an AU where Cas as a warped former angel and literally was hell. As in he had constructed it as a pocket dimmension out of his body and as he was fed more souls it just kept growing, and if you went down deep enough you could find him down there and he would almost certainly swallow you whole because he was a being of toxic all consuming love for humanity in all its forms.
Okay IIm up.
So the conceit is like. Let's consider that Lucifer's fall involved an actual angellic civil war that was some time in the making. Or at least the beginnings of one. Divided loyalties and skirmishes and such. I don't think this is actually textually supported but it's what I'm going with for this.
Castiel is your regular rank and file angel, aware that there's tension brewing in the upper eschelons of heaven but not really affected by it. He thinks humans are pretty neat so he's in a position to remain ideologically opposed to Lucifer. He gets assigned to protect some group of humans, some village with some important lineages in it perhaps. And then because of the growing tensions in heaven he gets left alone with very little oversight. He's a good loyal little soldier with a middlingly important assignment that no one is very concerned about. He probably gets approached by more than one person who's considering Lucifer's side of things to try to scope out whether he'd be sympathetic to their cause, but he's unintrrested in what they have to offer.
Time passes, Castiel gets overly attached to his charges and starts getting more hands on with his interactions with them because no one is paying enough attention to tell him not to. They almost certainly start worshipping him as a God and Castiel tries to gently discourage that if he notices it at all, but he probably doesn't. The love his humans have to offer him is not something he's capable of turning away. He adores them and throws himself entirely into not just protecting them but ensuring their community flourishes and all their needs are met, going well beyond what he's meant to do to safeguard them.
Eventually lines are drawn in heaven and Lucifer splits with his followers, conflict is probably still just like skirmishes between lesser angels but forces are gathering and both sides are looking to consolidate power. Orders probably come down for angels to start returning to heaven and amassing at Michael's side and Castiel just kinda tells himself they're not meant for him. He's not really important and him going awal isn't noted right away so he gets away with staying for a bit.
The real problem arises due to the nature of souls. They're an incredible powersource and both sides start amassing them as much as possible. It's no longer a guarantee that reapers will reach their destination safely and Castiel is terrified about what could happen to his charges when Lucifer gets his hands on them. This feeds into and justifies a growing jealousy that has already been a problem for him, because while he cradles each and every one of the souls of his charges and hands them off to the reapers personally, he has grown to resent the fact that he has to hand them off at all, that they go to heaven and leave him. Now without the assurance that they will safely make it there, he can't bear it anymore.
So he starts eating them.
He makes a space for them inside himself, not as complex as a heaven, the experience is more of an endless miasma of love and light, with the impression of being surrounded on all sides by loved ones and the occasional moment of connection and recognition between souls all jumbled up together like soup. Castiel consumes them and they become part of him, a gradual loss of their sense of self in favour of being part of the bliss of a greater whole. This is ideal for Castiel, who gets to keep them safe inside of him forever, and experience the joy of becoming one with what he loves, no longer suffering the pesky separation of having to adore something external to himself. He may or may not get them all to pledge themselves to him so that it's less likely that their souls will stray or go missing. An afterlife that involves achieving oneness with their god isn't even all that odd a concept or a particularly bad deal as far as spn afterlives go. They don't even have to work very hard to achieve their eternal reward.
Obviously the sudden lack of souls incoming from Castiel's neck of the woods is a cause for concern and someone finally looks up and realizes they haven't heard from him in decades and only received cursory reports for centuries before that. When they send a few angels to check on him they're horrified by what he's become, expecting a turncoat funneling souls to Lucifer and finding instead a madman carrying out blasphemies even the adversary hasn't considered.
Castiel doesn't understand what he's done wrong. He's protecting his charges, and that means protecting them from everyone, even the forces of heaven, skirmishing with increasing frequency and devasting lands, sending more refugees to the safe haven Castiel has created, the only one who cares enough to protect them and keep them safe, his humans.
Fortunately he has consumed enough souls at this point to be far more powerful than the average angel, and he rebuffs the first frantic attack, but he's spread thin over his growing base of followers and knows he won't be able to protect them alone forever.
His humans are good and selfless though, and many of them volunteer to help protect their community, although they are only human and are small and frail, they have indominable spirits, and it is those spirits that Castiel learns to mold into suitable protectors for the rest of the flock.
Maybe he's heard rumours about Lucifer making demons from human souls, maybe he comes up with the idea on his own. Either way his methods are different, gentler in intentions but in practice only more surgical. The process of becoming a demon is always torturous but the actual torture is somewhat superfluous, it's really only about breaking the human down until they're willing to do it to themself, because the human soul is not something that can be altered by outside forces. But Castiel's humans have already given themselves over to him entirely, they've already consented in any way possible, he doesn't need to coerce a yes from them. He can twist them directly, strip away parts of their light to make them stronger, and consume every piece they have to lose for safekeeping.
The resulting demons are no less capricious and cruel, but possess more of their former character, maybe a bit more of a tendancy towards clever and cunning than brute strength. In the future they'll be crossroads demons, controlling that arm of hell almost entirely and funneling as many souls as they can get away with down to the very depths of the pit where their own true fathergod resides.
They're unshakably loyal and inescapably monstrous, and Castiel loves them dearly as they are, the twisted opposite of everything he adored about the bright shining souls in his care, but his creations nonethelessand thus perfect in his eyes.
It's not long after this that Lucifer starts to approach him. Castiel rebuffs him at first of course, but his position is far less secure than it was the first time, and Lucifer is far more convincing than his followers. Castiel has been rejected from heaven and is under seige, it's not ground he can hold forever no matter how powerful he's become. Lucifer promises allies, protection, and as many human souls as they can get their hands on.
There's still the inescapable ideological differences, but Lucifer talks about freedom, how he doesn't hate humans, but only wants the freedom not to bow down to them, how in the world they create, Castiel will be free to do whatever he wants as well, implying or even outright promising he'll give Castiel stewardship over humanity as a whole once they win.
So Castiel agrees, and the end result is him taking control over a large portion of troop production. He still prefers to make demons personally, but the torture method is more effective for mass production so that continues as well. At some point the necessity for a base of opperations off earth becomes apparent, an equivalent to heaven, and Castiel who has like. Expanded and modified himself drastically, first under the influence of the souls he's consumed and then in an effort to be more hospitable to his demonic children, becomes like. The basis for that. With a help from Lucifer he turns his body into the structure for a pocket dimmension that eventually becomes hell. It quickly expands outward and beyond him but he still supplies the foundation for it. His consciousness/being gradually sinking lower as hell is built on top of him and he is entrapped, relying on his demons to ferry souls and information back and forth to him.
For obvious reasons this means he's not directly involved in the fighting, and heaven is generally under the impression that he's dead. Lucifer is defeated and gets trapped into the cage, which gets sunk into the same dimmension Castiel is occupying and provides kind of like. A counterweight. Like if reality was a thin sheet and Castiel was holding hell together by spreading out his limbs to make a little pocket in it, Lucifer's cage creates another structure that opens up a pocket of empty space between it and Castiel. Over time this is where most of the growth happens on hell, so while Castiel is still part of its foundations it has frown far beyond him, and as the centuries pass most demons don't even know he exists.
Except that if you venture down far enough into the pit, you don't come out. Everyone knows that. Fewer people know that there's a certain quota of souls that gets directed down there based on some ancient agreement only the oldest demons know and hate talking about. There are unsubstantiated rumours that a lucky few have been down there, where all the light goes out, and something keeps drawing you further and further in, down floors of bone and corridors that press in tight and pulse made of something not quite flesh and not quite metal. Until you see distant pinpricks of light again, dozens of them, brilliant and blue, getting bigger in the dark until you find yourself surrounded by them, dozens of eyes, each of them bigger than your whole body. All of them focused entirely on you.
Hungry.
If they ever talk about it, the demons that ventured into the pit and made it back again always tell it that way: It's down there, it's ancient, alien, and powerful. And it's hungry. They leave out this part: It loves you. It's hungry because it loves you so much it could just eat you right up. And you don't even want to stop it.
The demons that come up from the pit without having ventured down in the first place, well they don't say a thing about it. They know exactly what's down there, and they know what the ones who've seen it won't admit even to themselves: that walking away is only bearable because deep down you know one day you'll be back.
And then of course, one day. The righteous man's soul enters hell.
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Merry Christmas, Bobbyrufus nation. Have a Lebanon AU where it's Bobby that comes through time to 2019 instead of John Winchester. Also Rufus is alive in this AU. Fuck off he's just alive.
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A missing tombstone scene for the wonderful & talented elliot @justcastiel’s celebration & the prompt “yeehaw”. Read below or on ao3. (800words)
“How do I look?” Cas asks, turning to face Dean in the stuffy souvenir shop.
As he looks at Cas, a sliver of light cuts across his face from the sun beating down outside and Dean swears he can feel his heart stutter like an old carburetor.
“Uh, yeah,” he mumbles, taking in the cheap cowboy hat perched crookedly on top of the angel’s head, strands of dark hair pushing out from beneath its stiff brim. “You look…” Dean pauses, he has to. He needs time to think. When he’s around Cas he always seems to need time to think. To plan his words. To calculate. To say enough, but never too much, and always less then Cas deserves to hear.
“You look great, Cas. Very suave.” But this is Cas, his Cas. Somehow, despite everything, he’s here with Dean again. And it’s difficult to bite back words when Dean sang in the shower for three hours and couldn’t stop himself whistling for the entire drive down to Dodge City, despite Sam’s sighs and eyerolls.
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Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Jake Talley, Azazel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Ellen Harvelle Additional Tags: Episode Fixit: s2e22 All Hell Breaks Loose (Part Two), SPNPOCweek, Aazel being his usual creepy self, Jake being the character he should have been, also featuring a lot of worldbuilding that i’m mad supernatural left out, Azazel’s Special Children (Supernatural), Minor Character Death, The Colt (Supernatural), tags will be updated throughout the week, rating probably won’t change but warnings might
Summary: Jake Talley pulls the trigger and everything changes.
Written for @spnpocweek, for the prompt “How It Should Have Gone” and with a lot of help from my roommate, who loved Jake Talley and was furious with what happened with him. My entire week will be dedicated to this rewrite, with each chapter following a prompt. I’m planning to only post it to AO3, but if someone wants me to post it all on tumblr as well, let me know!
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I cannot stop thinking about Cas waking up one day with an urgency that startles Dean. He gets up and spends the next hour and a half on his laptop, researching something furiously, before telling Dean that he’s going to some university’s zoological unit 4 hours away from their house (Do you wanna come with me, Dean?)
The drive is quite short for what Dean was used to during his hunting days, but the urgency at which Cas is driving makes it feel like of utmost importance to speed all the way to their destination. They arrive half an hour earlier than their ETA, and Cas has his whole schtick ready: today, he’s a researcher working on a paper about some animal with a scientific name Dean can’t pronounce, and he needs to see some fossils from their paleontology unit right now.
So they go into the unit, and as soon as one drawer containing a skull which looks like it’s a size in between a cat and rat is opened, Cas falls quiet. Solemn, even. Dean tries to listen to some of the commentary being provided by the old professor they’re talking to, in case this whole thing is actually of import, but he’s mostly taken aback by Cas’ silence.
The silence continues back into the car, with Dean now taking the driver’s seat. Ever since he got Cas back from the empty and they did the whole shebang of getting together, moving into a new place and living a mostly domestic life, Cas gets like this sometimes. His newfound humanity brought something along with it: the mental barriers that Naomi put up in Cas’ head to prevent him from remembering or processing certain events are slowly deteriorating as time passes, and sometimes those memories knock Cas out. Dean knows now to wait it out, that Cas will always come back to himself, just as long as Dean exercises patience.
“She was my friend” is what breaks the silence. It takes Dean a couple moments to realize that Cas is talking about the skull they saw in the University. Dean really doesn’t have any idea what to say to that, so he just says I’m sorry about that, man, to which Cas specifies that this is one of those instances that the memory is good, and the only thing that hurts him is the fact that he forgot about it.
Dean asks a couple questions to lighten the mood of course, many of which resulted in varying amusement and exasperation from Cas.
(“She have a name?” “Their species did not think of themselves and each other as necessitating a name. I also did not think of myself as having a name, when I was one of them.”)
(“Wait, so you were walking around like you’re one of these little furries back in the day?” “Yes, Dean. I do not understand why you are laughing. It is not as different from my escapades walking alongside human beings.”)
(“So was she just a friend or…?” “Dean, I already told you that you are the only man I have ever loved” “One, she’s a chick. Two, I don’t think a rat counts as a man.” “They are not rodents, Dean. They are actually closer to primates.” “You’re evading the question!”)
Eventually they get home. As they prepare for bed, Cas is sitting up, tense. When Dean asks him what’s up, he confesses that he’s afraid to go to sleep, because his memories come back to him in his dreams and I don’t know what I’ll remember tomorrow.
Not for the first time that day, Dean doesn’t know what to say. Today’s memories were good, but what if the next one was a massacre ordered by heaven? A biblical plague Cas was instructed to deliver? Dean opts to stay up and talk through the night. When they both finally go to sleep, the sun is already up, and Cas only dreams of Dean’s laughter.
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have been floating a lot of ideas in my head about cassie not necessarily becoming a hunter, but wanting to learn supernatural self-defense, after her experiences in route 666, and then that sort of intensifying over time (particularly after dean’s season 3 death) to where cassie’s not a hunter, but is equally as capable as one in combat against supernatural entities. SO this is my wish fulfillment episode intro to a post-season 3 episode about cassie’s status as a pro bono/accidental ghost hunter, which ties in immediately to my wish fulfillment 4x01 where dean calls cassie and tells her he’s back from the dead.
actually yeah im adding the tags: #SPECIFICALLY cassie becomes a ghost hunter. she specializes on accident. like she never makes a decision to become a hunter#she just kind of. wants to help people escape ghosts #and then she realizes also that some ghosts shouldn’t be hunted they should be spoken to and healed #and then they can actually help her find their body/remains as they want as badly to be released #as most of the time the people haunted by the want them to leave…
#but all this happens crucially without either sam or dean knowing #all dean knows is that cassie decided to take self defense classes after route 666 #and that she’s got a good amount of info from what dean passed on to her on their regular phone calls #since she mentioned she wants to be able to defend herself in the future #because like. as much as she trusts dean… he can’t come running every time she’s in danger
with this in the background of the 4x01 rewrite, we end up with both parties keeping crucial secrets from the other: dean and sam, about the deal that killed dean; cassie, about her budding involvement in and alternative approach to supernatural life
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Guessss whoooooooo wrote chapter 8 of i guess you are good for something (me, it's me, it'd be weird if someone else wrote it). This one is ft. a silly reference to The Haunting of Hill House bc I am a woman of culture.
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sequel to the Cas eats baking soda fic for his birthday! thank you for hosting this jay!
Cas's door is open, but Dean knocks anyway to be polite.
Attention dragged away from whatever vast concepts he was considering, Cas looks at him and grins. He's sitting straight up in his bed.
"Hello Dean," he says, all breath and smiles, "How was the mall?"
"Well, not great, actually." Dean crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe. "Jack realized once we got to Lush that he didn't actually know what Sam would like, and when I told him he could just text and ask he said it'd be too obvious and that he'd have to conduct further investigation at home so… we didn't get anything for Sam."
"That's a shame. We only have a few weeks to finish gifts and then it'll be Jack's turn."
"Eh, it's not a big deal. Jack wants to go to the mall, we'll go to the mall. But he made me promise that neither of us would tell Sam. So, uh… Don't tell Sam." Dean cracks a weak smile which Cas returns much more fully.
"Safe with me," Cas says, laying a hand over his heart.
Dean fidgets with the bag behind his back.
"I– um… got you something. A couple somethings. You don't have to like them, obviously, but I just thought… Well, you know–"
Cas cuts off his babbling and says, "Are you going to give them to me?"
Dean thrusts the paper bag at Cas and almost hits him in the face. When Cas doesn't immediately grab it, he lets it dangle off his index finger by the handle.
"I noticed that the first ingredient is sodium bicarbonate and I thought hey, maybe these'll be just as good for you as the regular stuff. They've got other ingredients in them, but maybe they'll be good?"
Cas is gazing up at him in a sort of gobsmacked way.
"What?"
The angel shakes it off and says, "Thank you, Dean." He reaches for the bag gently, like it holds something more precious than fancy bath products.
The first one he pulls out is the milk bottle looking thing. It's a bubble bar, whatever that is. The smell reminds Dean of clean laundry. They don't have bathtubs in the bunker, so Dean couldn't try the things out even if he wanted to. Which he does. Kind of.
"Oh, it's soft…" Cas mutters to himself. He thinks for a moment then takes a chomp out of it. The gold glittery "cap" disappears in his mouth as he chews decisively. A grimace clouds his face.
"What? Is it bad?" Of course it was bad. Leave it to Dean to pick what was probably the worst thing in the store.
Cas coughs and bubbles float out of his mouth. It'd be comical if it wasn't ridiculous and somehow adorable.
"It's… not good. The sodium laureth sulfate completely overpowers the taste of the baking soda." Cas smacks his lips. There's gold glitter on his teeth. Dean almost feels faint.
"I can just take it back–" Dean lunges forward to snatch the bubble bar out of Cas's grip and Cas immediately scoots back.
"With a bite taken out of it? Dean, be reasonable." And then he takes another bite.
"Don't eat it if you don't like it! I'll… throw it away or something." Maybe they'll forget this ever happened and Dean will file this experiment under Failures.
"No. It's a gift and I get to keep it. I'll do what I want with it," Cas says. It breaks down any argument Dean had built up.
"At least try the other one. Please?" Dean even puts his hands together in mock prayer. Cas gives him the hairy eyeball but relents, setting the bubble bar aside.
He pulls the bath bomb out of the bag so delicately, his fingers so gentle on it. Cas could make bank as a hand model.
"I saw this one first and thought it was funny because… heh, Butterball. Like the turkey. But then I looked it up and did you know they're not called Butterball because they have butter in them? It's because they're round and yellow. Just like that is." Dean jams his hands in his pockets and stops himself speaking any further.
Cas takes a bite just as carefully but makes a mess, as the bath bomb starts crumbling to bits between his teeth. He doesn't seem to care though because his face lights up.
"Better?" Dean wonders if he can hear a faint fizzing sound.
"Yes! Normally, I wouldn't like the citric acid or the shea butter, but they're tempered just enough by the baking soda. The complexity is actually very enjoyable!" Cas smiles down at the bath bomb.
"That's great, actually! Because they have a lot more there, and they have a lot of other stuff in them and I thought you probably wouldn't like all the extras but now… We could go and get you something else," Dean says, already thinking of which ones to get next. Something with the coarse salt in them, maybe. Or the flowers?
Cas nods decisively. "It's a date, then."
Dean almost asks if he heard that right, but instead bounces up on his toes and says, "Right! A date."
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Hiiii meanstiels I love yooooou I hope it isn't annoying for me to post updates for my pwp with plot (uh oh!!) threesome fic in the tag anyway chapter 7 is up ❤ they have....shhh come closer....they have...(shhhh)...(sex) teehee
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dean/cas but cas centric, 9k, canon divergent post-moriah, aka mindwipenatural 2.0, inspired by this post by @soysaucecas and posted for @thenightwemetnatural‘s cas bday celebration :)
“You want drama? You want a story? I won’t give you Isaac and Abraham. You can’t have Cain and Abel. But—” Cas’s voice drops. “I can do betrayal. I can be Delilah.”
Chuck blinks, then cocks his brow. “Oh?” He smiles cruelly, spreading his arms out in mock-grandeur. “And where is your Samson, Cas? How will you cut his hair?”
Cas swallows. He knows, he knows this is wrong, but it’s the only way. Yes, it’s a betrayal—a violation of the worst kind, unforgivable, even, and yet—still necessary. Still the only course of action to ensure both Jack’s safety and the Winchesters’ happiness.
We were a family, and I didn’t want to lose that, so I thought I could fix it on my own.
This is Cas’s chance to finally fix it, for good this time.
read the rest here on ao3!