Distant Memories- Castiel X Aged!Reader by BeautyAndStrength, literature
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Distant Memories- Castiel X Aged!Reader
“I was getting too close to the humans in my charge.”
That was what he had told Dean. Those were the exact words he used.
He wasn’t like the other angels, he knew that. He had emotions, feelings; a heart. The others always said that he had too much heart.
It caused problems, they would say. And they were right, sometimes.
Every time he was given charge of a human, every time he was assigned to protect or look after one, he had a tendency to grow emotionally attached to them; to develop feelings towards them, in some way.
But none of it was more profound than what he had felt with you.
You were the reason why his sup
Amnesia (Castiel x Reader) by thepokemonfan1212, literature
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Amnesia (Castiel x Reader)
I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted
I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted
And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine
My soulmate, (y/n) was dead, she died on the last hunt that we did and I blamed myself. I could have saved her, but I was not around (y/n) when she died.
Sam and Dean said I should not blame myself, it was not my fault. But to me it was, they never lost their soulmates like I had, but they would never feel how bad that pain was. Pain was more amplified for me, (y/n) was the one I loved the most.
Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you?
Wh
Castiel X-Reader - Soft Spots - Part Three by Sophisticated-Angel, literature
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Castiel X-Reader - Soft Spots - Part Three
Last night, Arthur Jackson nearly died. You don't know what happened, but you were powerless to intervene. When the bustle died down, he was moved to intensive care. The next time you get a clear view of him, he's covered in tubes and essentially comatose.
You're getting desperate. Every option you thought you had is too dangerous for Arthur or no longer an option, and you're running out of time.
Cass left, not that you blame him. Every few minutes, you recall his offer to heal Arthur. Part of you burns with jealousy because he has that capability, another part wants him to come back so you can take him up on that offer, but t
Castiel X-Reader - Soft Spots - Part Two by Sophisticated-Angel, literature
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Castiel X-Reader - Soft Spots - Part Two
You're an outcast among your own kind. Rejected by demons, hated by angels, you chose to take up residence among the least threatening species. Humans are blind and easily fooled. They think you're one of them until you do something way beyond human limitations. Of course, save for granted things like teleportation, telekinesis, black eyes, and superhuman strength, you lack the ability to perform anything of typical demonic nature.
A hundred years ago, you could have healed Arthur Jackson with just a snap of your fingers. That was before your crossroads license was revoked, ironically, because you never used it. You never made more
Castiel X-Reader - Soft Spots - Part One by Sophisticated-Angel, literature
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Castiel X-Reader - Soft Spots - Part One
The moment you lay eyes on him, you know he's an angel. Quite literally, he's this walking orb of golden light with a halo. Groaning internally, you backtrack and reroute before he notices you, though he can undoubtedly sense you already. Hopefully, he won't come after you. You're not in the mood to cross swords with an angel today.
Your new route takes longer, but you do reach your destination in the end. It would have been quicker to smoke yourself there, but that tends to be risky in hospitals like this, not to mention it would have put that angel on your ass for sure. You stick to the human method of walking, tedious as it is.
A girl!? |Castiel X Reader| Pt. 1 by Yoyoanaria, literature
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A girl!? |Castiel X Reader| Pt. 1
You were the famous huntress due to your maximum kills and immortality, apparently, you were doing amazing deeds by ... getting rid of monsters humanely. You'd find the monster that had been causing the disgraceful act, cleans them, then have them work for you by gathering information and after they are completely cleansed you let them go, but they still stay clean, pure and they still work for you. Apparently god was thankful to you so when you were infected by the mark of Cain, you killed yourself before you killed anyone else, he had pity on you so he gave you immortality.
You have never killed or hurt anything ever since you sacrificed y
Heat was all he could register as his brain swam through numerous.... "simulations".
Castiel didn't sleep often, therefore he doesn't dreamed often. Sure he had entered Dean's dreams before, but experiencing his own was a completely different story.
The essence of his human mind.
Castiel had once visited Dean on a peaceful dock by a lake. A fishing rod and beer in hand.
It seemed very peaceful and very fitting for his friend.
How fascinating the human brain works. Giving us peace while we rest, putting us in just the right setting that only our minds could know.
Castiel reveled in the feeling of her squirming beneath him. Her hands fumb
Imagine a witch puts a spell on you and Dean where you two fall in love, but Cas isn’t to happy about it.
Witches, why witches?! You groan as you hold the arm that was now throbbing from being thrown up against a book shelf, sitting in the back of the impala, the four of you deciding to sleep in a motel before heading back to the bunker the next morning.
“Are we sure that last spell that bitch was chanting didn’t affect us?” You ask, the thoughts been bugging you for the past couple minutes.
“Relax; Sammy shot her in the head before she could get the last syllable out.” Dean reassured, although it didn