AftermathTwo days. Two days since they had managed what seemed like the impossible and yanked Lucifer out of Cas. Two days since the devil had been shoved back in his cage, with the enthusiastic if terrified help from Rowena. She’d bolted after that, disappearing as if she had never been there in the first place. To be honest, Dean didn’t even notice. All of his attention was on Cas, slumped over in the middle of the warding symbol they’d spraypainted on the floor of the warehouse they’d lured him to. Dean had no idea why Amara had let him go nor did he care. All he cared about was Cas.
With Sam’s help, they hoisted up Cas’s still limp body and headed out to the Impala. Surrendering the keys for one of the few times he could remember, Dean slipped into the backseat with Cas. He cradled the unconscious angel’s head the whole way back to the bunker, barely taking his eyes from Cas’s face. The only times he looked up were to meet Sam’s eyes in
what you dont doTitle: What You Don't Do
Author: Ginny Winchester
Characters, Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Slash
Spoilers: Season 5
Summary: I'm working on a multi-chapter fic right now, and this is part of it, but it can be a one-shot too, so until I'm done with the whole fic, I'm gonna post parts of it. Basically I'm including all of S5, starting with Free To Be You And Me (5x03), everything that happened on and off-screen, according to my imagination of course. The story of Dean & Cas, with an alternative ending of S5. But I'm more of a Team Free Will girl, so I'm including Sam on lots of occasions. The fic below does not have him, but most of the other chapters do. This fic right here is set after 5x22, but as I said, it ended differently.
Cas' head is on Dean's out-stretched arm, and Dean buries his face in the angel's hair. The fact that Cas smells like after-rain air, fresh and soothing and different, never ceases to amaze him.
He is alm
Angel SchoolCastiel was the smallest angel in school. He had always been, for as long as he could remember. When he was younger, he would always run to his older brother Gabriel, who would hug him and tell him he was ok. The other angels always taunted poor Castiel and tried to rip his feathers out. For Castiel had black wings and no one had ever seen that before.
On the first day in high school, Castiel stood next to his older brother Gabriel and looked fearfully up at the white brick building. Gabriel was a senior and graduating this year while Castiel was just entering school.
"Relax, little brother," Gabriel said softly. "Everything will be ok." He patted Castiel's back just above the base of his wings and Castiel was comforted by the touch. Gabriel had never made him feel like his wings were wrong. Never made him feel like he was wrong.
"I hope so," Castiel whispered back. The bell rang and he walked inside to face the angel who was going to be his teacher for the rest of the year.
The New CastielHis brother, Sam, was very annoying, Dean decided. The only thing he did was sit on his laptop, surfing the internet. He never worried about anything or even cared that Cas hadn't answered their prayers in a while. Dean was pacing in their dinky motel room, trying and failing to think of good reasons why Cas wasn't answering.
"It's not like him, Sammy," Dean said, for what seemed like the hundredth time to Sam.
"He's an angel, Dean," Sam answered. "And he's got a war going on in heaven. He's probably busy."
"But he always comes when we call," Dean argued.
"No, he always comes when you call," Sam answered. "He often ignores me. Try calling him again." Dean stops pacing and flops down on the bed. Sam wondered why Dean is suddenly so hesitant to call the angel. He had formed several theories, but hadn't bothered to ask Dean. Sam knew his brother and knew Dean would deny each one.
"All right," Dean growls. "Castiel, we are really worried about you. Get your feathery ass down here."
The Missing Piece (Destiel) Things were bad. And they didn't seem like they would be getting any better anytime soon. The Apocalypse. Lucifer. Demons. The Four Horsemen. Angels. It was tearing him apart. He didn't want Sam to say yes, and he sure as hell wasn't about to say yes. No angel was going to use him or his brother as a weapon. Never again was he going to let that happen. But, honestly, it seemed to be the only option. He lost sleep over it; maybe only slept one or two hours a night, or didn't sleep at all. Everything seemed so far out of wack that there was absolutely no reasonable outcome to the situation.
Just end it, you sons of bitches! End it all. End everything. End me.
But then there was Castiel. The only one who seemed to have any hope in this universe that was doomed to be completely hopeless. Cas still believed in the Winchesters. He still believed in his Father. He believed in the other angels. He believed in Dean. Cas saw a light at
Theme Prompt - KissCas stalked into his bedroom in the bunker and slammed the door. It was childish, an act of defiance that calmed him even as he had to laugh at the absurdity of it. After all, he had been a millennia-old angel before he fell. Cas had watched the distant ancestor of human crawl out of the sea and the slow march of evolution that led to humanity in all its terrible glory. The march that had led to Dean Winchester. Throwing himself on the bed, Cas crossed his arms over his chest and glared up at the ceiling. Dealing with human emotions was like riding a rollercoaster and sometimes Cas was overwhelmed. This time, anger at Dean, or maybe about Dean, had sent Cas into the refuge his room had become.
“I hate this,” Cas muttered for what felt like the hundredth time. He’d been human for a few months now and had only made it back to the bunker three weeks before. Staying away had seemed like the best option at the start. After all, Cas had caused all of this by trusting the wr