Minty-Caramel

    You stir a little as your mind is torn from a dream by the waking world. You’re lying on a queen-size bed on your back with the blankets pulled up to your shoulders, the left side of your face tilting up. For once, you got a good night’s sleep. Yesterday’s hunt had been easily finished and you and the boys had gotten back to the bunker just before midnight. All of you were thankful for the chance to get a decent sleep.     As you slowly come back to reality, you become conscious of a hand playing with the strands of (h/c) hair above your ear. You turn your head so that your cheek presses up against a palm that you reco

    You are the only human in existence to whom Castiel shows his wings. He could show other people, but he’s ashamed of the way they look, and therefore keeps them out of human sight. Not even the Winchester boys have laid eyes on them.     “They aren’t like the wings of the other angels.” He had protested when you had first asked him to let you see them.    "But you aren’t other angels, now are you?” You had looked him straight in his vibrant blue eyes while running your hands along the tops of his shoulders.     “You wouldn’t like the way they look. They’re not beautiful anymore.&

    “Please tell me this is the last box.” You let the box of books fall into place in the backseat of the Impala.     “Yes it is.” Dean shuts the car door and makes his way around to the driver side of the vehicle. “Let’s hit the road.”     Sam gets into the car, maneuvering his long limbs to fit in next to the wall of boxes taking up the middle of the front bench seat, Dean following suit on the other side. You walk around to get in the backseat with Cass right behind you. When he sees how crowded the backseat is, he lifts his eyebrows.     “Are we going to need another car?” He in

    You’re standing in the bunker’s kitchen, bent over with your elbows resting on the counter and your iPhone in your hands. The entire day has been quiet, what with the boys out on a hunt and all. When they left you hadn’t been feeling well so you had stayed behind with the now human Castiel. As it turned out, it was only a one-night bug and you were fine twenty-four hours later. By then the boys were too far out to come back and get you. Cass has been coddling you since they left, unsure of how to deal with human sickness. Even though you’ve had recovered, he’s been insisting on doing everything for you. It

"Don't touch that." Her voice cut through the silence, startling the angel and causing him to retract his hand. Castiel glanced over at (y/n). Tilting his head to the side slightly after noticing her eyes didn't leave the book lying carefully in her lap. He turned his attention back to the glowing lamp in front of him. The bulbous orbs shifting slowly inside the glass container. (e/c) eyes flickered up from the words on the page to the handsome angel who crouched in front of the lava lamp. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly as his crystal blue eyes followed the slow moving lava. His hand once again moved towards the lamp. "Cas. I s

It was a ramen noodle kind of night. You'd been sitting in the bunker at one of the big oak tables for a few hours now. Books were laying open corner to corner as well as old documents and your personal notebook, where you were jotting down any information that was relevant to the current hunt Sam and Dean were on. None of you had ever seen this kind of monster before so you had to do some digging while the Winchester's went out to do damage control. You wore an over sized flannel (courtesy of Sam) and some dangerously small denim shorts. Your stomach growled and you glanced up from your work to stare at the Styrofoam cup where your dinner

You were standing in the cramped motel kitchen, whipping up a box of brownies for the boys when they got back tonight. You’d already fed Cas and yourself with fishsticks and microwave vegetables. Sam and Dean probably stopped off for burgers somewhere, so no need to worry about those bottomless pits. You smiled to yourself to think about how surprised they were going to be to stagger back to the smell of chocolate… "(y/n)?" You jumped, almost dropping the bowl. Even though Cas was a human, he still had the freaky ability to sneak up on and scare the crap outta you. This was the third time he’d scared you tonight alone. You

     "It's a terrible thing," you stated, "being crippled in the prime of one's life." "(y/n) it's just a sprained ankle,"Dean muttered as Sam smiled and bandaged your foot. You grinned looking from one brother to the other, but your face soon fell when Sam said "now, (y/n) you know you're gunna have to take it easy for awhile, right?" "WHAT?!? Noo, it's booooring here alone," you whined, hoping one of them would take pity on your poor soul. Dean rolled his eyes, "Cas is here and he could probably use some cheering up, so have fun with that." Both brothers started laughing as they packed their supplies to leave, and as if on queue Cas st

    The rain pelted down against the small window as you looked down at the broken man before you. He looked so small and fragile—no longer the powerful angel he once was. Seeing him like this broke your heart into pieces, but you knew that you had to be strong for him. He was supposed to be helping save the world, not laying motionless and weak in a hospital bed. All you wanted to do was hold him and cry.    “Oh, Cas,” you whispered, lightly moving back his hair from his damaged forehead.    Hours had passed and he was still unconscious. Worry and fear had suppressed all other emotions, never allowing a peaceful thought

You were curled up in the bunker, feet pulled up on the couch. A blanket was draped neatly over your legs and a book was propped up on your knees, your finger trailing over the page as you read. You were fascinated by the books in the bunker, and since you were now living there you had all the time in the world to read them. You had kinda forced yourself upon the Winchesters. Since you had known them since the three of you were in highschool, you knew each other well. And when you had lost your apartment, you had showed up on the doorstep of the bunker with your few belongings and the intention to stay. Sam had wanted to turn you away, but D