Bold Of Shows To Try To Decide Who's The Main Character. I Think That's Up To Me.

there should've been a scene where dean teaches cas how to shoot a gun with his body pressed into cas' back all ghost pottery scene style

and if this aint the look spouses give to their s/o when they are doing something they shouldn’t be doing. ohhhhhhhh so you’re working with the devil behing my back?????? niceee :)

Nothing could be more correct than this

soldier castiel

Instill Inside Me—Fear

Demon!Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Language, bit o’ blood and gore, mentions of self harm, abuse. Demon Dean is a huge dick at this time.

Description: Dean breaks out of his restraints and torments you while Sam is away on a hunt. The two of you play a haunting game of hide and seek. Will he find you?

Reader discretion is advised. Enjoy.

Instills Inside Me-Hurt

Instills Inside Me- Lonliness

Instills Inside Me-Comfort

You had seen him, Dean, tied to a chair in the safe room below the bunker. You never dared going down there alone. Chalking it up to you being afraid to see what the older Winchester had become of himself.

You’d been studying in the commons area, with your several stacks of books surrounded you like a makeshift fort. Writing endlessly in the journals, making notes on the latest hunt you and Sam were working on.

There had been a den of vampires sighted in a nearby town couple miles outside Pasadena, California. Sam was on it with Castiel while you, sat here in the safety of the bunker, sending them research and conducting your own about a certain ball of demon joy a floor beneath you. Sam wanted as much information as possible on how to save Dean from the demon flowing through his veins. Yet, you didn’t know how much or if there was any.

There wasn’t.

The only thing about how to get Dean un-demoned was to pump him full of sanctified blood and hope for the best. You had written countless notes on the matter and were so in sync with your research that you were startled when you had seen that it was almost 10PM.

You yawned and stretched, pushing your books aside. You heaved a sigh-pushing in your chair as you headed for the kitchen to make you a cup of tea to help you sleep. You barely made it to the kitchen when the lights cut out. Everything then was enveloped in an antagonizing red glow.

Then the alarm began to blare throughout the bunker. It lasted a few seconds before that too was shut off by a loud crash, and your breath hitched. Either someone stupid was breaking in.

Or he had broken out.

You swallowed spit and forced yourself to move against the wall in an attempt to sneak off somewhere and hide. You wouldn’t be caught out in the open, surely not by Dean.

Especially not Dean, you corrected yourself. You managed to slip up the steps into the upstairs hallway when you heard Dean most likely kick through one of the downstairs doors.

You stifled a scream, pressing your back against the wall again keeping quiet while you found yourself slipping into a vacant room and under the bed.

“I know you’re here you little bitch, could practically hear your boots fucking shaking above me. Come out now and I promise I'll be gentle with you. Make it quick, y'know." He hollered.

You did not make a peep while you huddled beneath the bed of the many rooms on the second floor. The way you quickly learned how to limit your breathing made it easier for you to hide. Sam had even taught you in his free time how to sneak around without making a sound.

Of course, you knew that if Dean did find you--it would be much worse than what any monster you have hunted in the past. This was not the older Winchester you worked with just a couple months ago. Whatever was inhabiting his body now, the demon inside him, made his aggressive, made him lash out against the people who love him, and made him have this terrifyingly strong urge to kill anything and everything in his path.

Covering your mouth with your hands your eyes widened when his shadow went past the door.

"I'm not playing this game with you Y/N. When I find you and oh boy, I will. I'll carve out your fucking innards and hang your skull on my mantle." He growls, kicking through what sounded like Sam's bedroom a few doors down. You heard him grunt when he didn't find anything. His footsteps retreated to the room across from Sam's.

SLAM. SLAM.SLAM.

He was in. Another grunt and groan, he was off to the room next to the one you were in. You had to act fast as he broke his way through the door. You slipped out from your hiding spot as he was having trouble with the door in front of the one you were in.

This was not where you wanted to be. You could hear him cursing as you open the door ajar, wide enough to wear you could slip through. He slammed through the door and went inside as you took off down the hall.

"Where the fuck are you?" He screamed, throwing over the bed.

---A Few Hours Later---

You were inside a closet, tucked away where you knew he wouldn't find you. Or so you hoped. Hidden behind the water heater, you pulled out your phone, beginning to tap away at the screen to Sam.

S.O.S Dean's got out and he's looking for me.

You hit send and tucked the phone back into your back pocket. You leaned your head back against the wall and prayed. Oh, how you prayed that Sam would get home soon. You prayed to Castiel to hear you and appear out of thin air to save you. Dean, as much as you could hear from where you were had been pacing, throwing objects around and yelling.

"You think you're so fucking smart huh? You little bitch. Do you think that I wanna kill you? I've seen the shit that goes on in my head. I can watch and witness all those fucking memories of finding you a bloody heap on the floor. I have. I've seen them all. All the times I would stumble in a catch you slitting your fucking wrists like the weak little girl you are. I would have to clean you, set you straight, make sure you're all fixed up. What about me? When have you ever done that for me? You selfish little whore." Your hands covered your mouth as you stuffed down the urge to cry. You knew he didn't mean it. It was the demon that he was brought back as.

"My head isn't the only I've been through. You think anyone around you loves you? Sam...Castiel...me? Bobby could give a less of a shit about you. Hell, they all wanted you gone after Charlie died. Yeah they blamed you. It should have been you. " You hitched a breath, holding yourself. Which was a stupid move as he probably knew where you were.

The wall you were leaning against successfully had aa hole punched through as you raced to get up and out the door, you tried to run but you tripped over a stack of books that was strewn across the floor.

Dean stomped towards you, grabbing your foot to slam you into the ground. You writhed around in his hold, managing to kick him the jaw. You got back up onto your feet, only for him to lunge at you.

Overturning the nearby table, you shoved it in his direction. The tears would not stop as you tried reasoning with the man in front of you.

"You don't meant that Dean. Look we can figure out some way to save you. Please don't hurt me." You plead, hands raised as he draws closer to you.

Your heart was going to beat out of your chest, when he comes closer and closer and closer to you. With your hands still raised, the sensation of his rough, gnarled, and calloused hands grasping onto yours, pulling you to him.

The fear you felt as your could not hear his own heart beating, you were face first in his chest, his mouth to your ear, as he whispered something so low, you could barely make it out.

"I'm sorry."

Bucky knowing he’s adorable. He knows all he has to do is bat his baby blues and it'll make anyone fold instantly. He's become such a little shit about it too, because he acts so oblivious while knowing exactly what he's doing.

“For fucks sake. No. NO. Do not look at me with those puppy eyes it won’t work” Sam shook his head, refusing to look at Bucky's face while the soldier blinked innocently with a small pout on his lips.

"I didn't do anything" he shrugged, acting as if he hadn't swiped the last cookie with the evidence sprinkled on the front of his shirt.

"You're something else" Sam grumbled, rolling his eyes at the puppy like look Bucky had on his face, "You can't keep making that face and getting away with this, keep your grubby hands away from my oreos"

Sam only manages to keep up the act for so long before reluctantly opening a new box, pushing it towards the brunette who smirks, swiping another handful.

"Unbelievable"

-

"Who the hell broke another punching bag in the gym-

“He’s right behind me isn’t he” Tony deadpanned, knowing Bucky was slinking about somewhere, batting his brown lashes, making his job 100 times harder. "Barnes I swear-

The billionaire turned around to find Bucky tiptoeing around the mess he made with wide, remorseful eyes making the billionaire groan.

"Don't look at me like some dame in the 40's, that cute face won't work on me"

"Did you just call him cute"

"Shut up"

"Well, you're not wrong"

-

"Bucky you're late" you frowned as he ran over to you, dressed in all black, ready to take you to dinner.

"M'sorry doll" He pouted, burying his face into your neck, "Didn't mean to keep you waiting"

"You're doing it again, this is cheating, you can't keep acting adorable and getting away with being late to our dates" you huffed, eventually melting into his needy cuddles, missing his little naughty smirk. Of course he didn't actually mean to be late and he really was sorry but he loved when you fell for his sweet charm.

"Did you see that? That little smirk he just made" Sam hissed while Steve snorted, lowkey happy to see this version of Bucky making its way back. "He gets away with everything, it isn't fair"

"Well I think it's adorable" Nat smiled watching him dote on you while Steve hummed in agreement. "He's a little cutie"

"He's a little shit"

When... when they... 10 years later...

I've said this before but the thing about how destiel played out is that pre- and during 15x18 you can buy that Dean believes that him and Cas are best friends, that he just wants to be platonic best-friends-forever with this guy, and spend all sorts of time together and share all his favourite things with him and know that Cas is never very far away. As friends do.

But after 15x18. Dean processes what Cas said to him. That Cas loves him. Is in love with him. And he makes that part of who he is. He decides to be the man that Cas was in love with. That's what his parting line to Chuck was all about. And maybe he still doesn't think in terms of romance, because why would he, why would he torture himself with hypotheticals, Cas died and Cas loved him. And Dean can be that guy. He holds on to Cas' love. It's his. He makes it part of himself.

So then when he sees Cas again. And he’s confronted with what Cas loving him and wanting him means practically. What can he do? What else can he do besides love Cas back? When Cas' love is already part of him? How could he be anything else but in love with the guy?

they're going to reunite this year. don't ask me how I know.