Ateez AU one shot of the famous Pizza Man scene, but twisted to fit our pirate boys.
“I want you to tell me why my name was on that DVD!” he shrieks.
That makes Dean pull up short. Cass is the picture of calm. He doesn’t scream or show emotions in general. “What’re you talking about man?” he asks, forcing his voice not to sound as gruff. He pats the edge of the bed and smiles as the bed dips with Cass’ weight. “Talk to me.”
Hands gripping the edge of the bed, Cass gulps, turning his head to Dean. He sees the panic in his friend’s eyes. “I just – I don’t understand things. And what I’m feeling right now… it’s just too much. It feels too intense. And I just can’t breathe. It’s wrong. I know it’s wrong to feel like this but I just – I can’t stop it Dean.”
“What can’t you stop?”
Eyes, raw and brimming with emotion, Cass stares at him. “Why was my name on that DVD?”
“I don’t know.” Dean tries to convey his sincerity. “I really don’t know Cass.”
“But it said Cass.” His voice is small. “When I saw it on your bed, I thought it was mine.”
A chill goes through him. Cass … he couldn’t mean that DVD… could he?
“What DVD?” his voice is almost shrill. It’s like the babysitter and the pizza man all over again.
“Cas-a Erotica.” Says Cass.
17 Oct 2020
Castiel’s breath trembles as he marches away from Mary Winchester. He’s managed to go years without drawing attention from Sam and Dean. Every being they’d ever met - friend or enemy – had poked fun at Castiel’s affections. But the Winchesters, they were too adverse to the idea of being loved by someone so new in their lives… they’d never believed a word. And he was thankful for their oversight.
Castiel won’t survive being told to leave again. Things had just began to feel normal. Dean had given him a room. Carved a place out for him inside the bunker, Dean’s home. Dean would be betrayed to know about his feelings… disgusted even.
Castiel sits at the table, eyeing Mary, the ticking time bomb. She looks back.
Will she tell him? He doesn't know.
So he prays. Prays to to Chuck: please don’t let them know.
Dean has an obsession. It’s borderline crazy sometimes, as obsessions tend to get. Sometimes he spends hours behind it, frantically investigating.
Dean stalks Chuck Shurley.
So it’s shocking when he sees a new book appear. Because he’d signed up for all the alerts and pre-alerts.
‘How To Take Care Of Your Guardian Angel’
He shouldn’t… Dean clicks purchase.
A bunch of one-shots based on how I think Supernatural will end.
“There’s something I’ve always wanted to know… so I’ll give you a chance to save them.” Chuck raises one finger then. “One of them.”
“What?” Sam snaps, glancing around with wild eyes. “It’s Dean, you gotta save Dean.”
His voice is desperate yet resigned. Sam’s breaths come in pants and he’s clearly frazzled. The brothers clearly recognize that Chuck means business. Castiel tries to catch Dean’s gaze, to try and gauge his reaction but he’s facing Sam, staring at his brother intently.
As expected, Dean shakes his head no before turning to face the angel. “Cass, you know Sammy has a future. Please. Do this for me.”
He’s never been able to deny Dean anything. But doing this would mean losing him. And if he saves Dean, they lose Sam. It’s an impossible choice. Castiel feels his eyes burn and he’s forced to look away from Dean. How can he pick one when they both mean so much to him? It feels like he isn’t in his body, like some other person is standing here, being asked to pick which one of their family members lives and which dies. Flashes of their bodies on the ground, eyes burnt out swarm his mind.
Sam... or Dean?
“You told me in tongues.” Dean snaps “Can you try it again in English?”
At his side, Cass bristles. “My deal is when I’m happy he will take me.”
“Dean.” He begins. “The things that can make me happy are numbered. When the Shadow peered inside my mind, it saw everything. My feelings of inadequacy and uselessness, my greatest fears, my enemies… the people I love.”
“I’m not saying you made the wrong call Cass.” He says gently. “Just - why didn’t you tell us?”
“What would that have done?”
“Something.” Dean insists. “We'd have gone face to face with that monster!”
“There it is.” Cass says softly. “What good would that have done? The thing that could make me happy… facing off against the being who wishes to take it all away?”
That gives Dean pause. “Me and Sam… we make you happy?”
“Yes.” Cass says carefully. “Being with you and Sam brings me great joy.”
“Dean.” Cass says sternly, catching his attention. “Once I thought that you knew. You are a connoisseur in matters such as this. Now, that we're in a place that is all our own, I think you’re ready to hear this.”
Dean’s been ready for the past hour, but okay.
“You make me unbelievably happy Dean.”
Dean pauses, hesitating slightly with one hand half raised. “You’re sure he’s sleeping right?”
Cass grins. “Definitely.”
“Are you like a bajillion percent sure?” Dean asks again, nervousness making his featured pinch.
Laying an arm on his hand, Cass whispers: “Yes Dean. He’s asleep. I should know because I see the same patterns when you are asleep.”
“Your creeper habits are coming in handy then.” Dean teases.
Cass shakes his head wryly, but his eyes are still filled with mirth. His head slowly gravitating towards Dean.
Their lips meet and their eyes shut in bliss. Dean’s hands make their way to Cass’ nape whilst Cass’ hands come up to cup Dean’s face, dragging him closer.
“Woah.” Dean says suddenly, his eyes darting back to Sam again. “Here?”
Sam is just trying to sleep and Dean and Cass make some noise!
Which, of course, results in: sam.exe has stopped functioning
The wind blows harshly against his back, pushing him towards his destiny.
What will Sam do when he finds out that Dean drugged him and bolted?
He can’t just not call.
Dean dials the number. Cass number.
“Hello Dean.” He can practically hear Cass squint. “Where are you? The cell signal is substandard.”
“Well.” He says brightly. “That’s the ocean for you.”
“You went to the beach?” Cass voice is dry and unbelieving.
“Cass.” He says, “I just called to say… goodbye.”
“Wait!” Cass says urgently. “Where are you going Dean? Is it fishing? Because if it is, I can come with you. I’m quite capable of standing immobile with a stick.”
Dean smiles. “Thanks for the offer Cass, but no.”
Dean hears a loud sound then. Like a door slamming shut. The only place with a door that sounds like that… is the bunker.
The bunker with poisoned Sam.
“You’re at the bunker.” He whispers in horror.
He almost drops the phone into the ocean.
This was a mistake.
Cass must have been tracking the call all this time. And Dean had babbled on and on and now Cass probably has his-
“And you’re on Vágur. You always did pick the best places to die.”
“Hey Cass.” Sam says, pouring his cup of coffee.
He’s halfway out of the room when he suddenly turns back and smiles brightly at him. Well, Castiel thinks, that’s not suspicious at all.
“I know something you don’t.” Sam whispers conspiratorially.
A frown takes residence on his face. “Of course you do. You study lore extensively.”
Sam nods, “But it isn’t about lore. It’s about something more… personal.”
“And are you going to share this knowledge with Dean and I?”
“Dean? No way.” Sam says. “But you… maybe, if I can trust you.”
“You can trust me.” he assures, wondering what this great secret will be.
“Someone likes you.” Sam says softly, his eyes shining brightly with excitement. “As in the non-platonic, non-brotherly type of like that borders on true love.”
Castiel tries to school his expression. Sam could be talking about anyone. There’s no need to be over eager.
“And that person… is right here in the bunker.”
That sends chills down Castiel’s spine.
Sam beams even brighter, his hand moving to tuck his hair behind his ears. “Well first off, his hair is nice. He’s taller than you. He’s very stylish - when he has to be.”
Dean likes him.
“Cass.” He says, “I need you.”
The prayer flows off his lips easily, the emotion itself is familiar; the words, not so much.
Countless times, those words had been on the tip of his tongue. But something always held them back.
He just hopes that Cass will listen.
“You don’t have to do anything.” He assures. “If you leave right now, I promise, you and I will still be good.”
“I know.” Cass says. “But I’ll come with you. Wherever you go.”
Their eyes connect and Dean sees the sincerity in them.
“Tell me what you need Dean.”
Dean licks his lips and turns, blowing the dust off of an old record player.
“Dean wait!” Cass’ voice comes out in a rush, halting Dean’s hand. The panic in his friend’s voice is palpable. “I promised I wouldn’t leave again.” Cass says, his voice shaking.
Dean fists his hand together to stop them from shaking. “You don’t have to do this.” He assures.
“But I want to.” Cass admits. “You don’t know how much I want this Dean. You.” Cass’ voice is wrecked, his expression pained as though the conversation is physically killing him.
“Then what’s wrong.”
Blue eyes flash to his, filled with tears, regret and love. “The Shadow.”
“The way I feel about Dean cannot be expressed by the human tongue.” Cass says into the air as Sam is loading supplies into the Impala.
He stops dead in his tracks and glances over to Cass who maintains the eye contact.
“I wasn’t going to mention it.” he says with utter sincerity.
Sam want to strange him. How many hints can someone drop? And how oblivious do you have to be to have missed every single one of them?
“Can you go and not mention it to Dean?” he asks,
“Why would I do that?” he asks incredulously. “Then I would be mentioning it to Dean.”
“Then why do you keep ‘not mentioning these’ things to me?”
Cass cocks his head. “I don’t know.” He says. “I just… you’re just there Sam. Don’t turn this onto me! I wasn’t even going to mention it.”
Sam sighs as Cass marches out of the room, almost barrelling into Dean.
“What’s up with him?” Dean asks, walking in and offering him a piece of bacon.
He holds up a hand and waves the bacon away. “He just came to ‘not mention’ something.”
Dean blinks at him in confusion.
“What I’m saying Dean,” He says carefully. “is that you just need to let him down gently.”
“Sam, what’s wrong?” Eileen cups his face trying to steady his frantic movements.
Sam rests the bottle of whiskey to his side. “I think my brother is fucking an angel.”
How I want the finale to go down.
Dean’s seen some weird shit. Literally.
From faeces plastered on walls to in a truck stop toilet bowl. But never – never – has Dean seen something as weird as an angel boiling pizza.
“Cass I think-”
“No.” Cass cut him off, whipping back around to tentatively poke the slice with a fork.
Dean pities the poor slice as it turns soggy in the boiling, bubbling water.
“Dean please.” Cass says, waving the fork at him.
Sneezing, Dean almost loses an eye, but Cass doesn’t seem to notice, as he continues to glare down at Dean. “See.” He says haughtily. “You are sick. And I am taking care of you.”
The unmistakable pride in his voice is the only think keeping Dean from complaining. Cass wants to take care of him. So, he stows his complaints and watches as Cass mutilates the pizza slice, flipping it over, so all the toppings float into the water.
When Cass places the pizza and about half of the boiled water into a bowl Dean can’t help but jab, “And what do you call this dish Cass.”
“I- I made it especially for you.” Cass informs him with pride. “It’s a combination of your mother’s tomato rice soup, which always make you happy and pizza. I call it rizzoup.”
1. The colour of his soul
2. His green eyes
3. The way his smile has crow’s feet
4. The way he obsesses over pie and bacon
5. The way he calls me buddy and pats my shoulder – even though I’m an angel
6. His aptitude level
7. ‘Baby’ – that car is almost a part of him
9. His cooking
10. His disposition
11. His taste in music and movies (Especially the mix tape he gave me.)
12. The way he looks at me
Dean finds a list of all the things Cass doesn’t like about it. It’s getting closer to Christmas so he wants the angel to stick around. The only logical thing to do is to fix everything on the list.
Castiel feels lonely and unwanted after leaving the bunker. What has always made him happiest. He reads online that you can make yourself happier by making a list about the things you love. Dean is never supposed to find it.
Misunderstandings and Christmas fluff galore.
Jack walks in on Dean spanking Castiel, and gets the wrong idea. He thinks the angel is being punished for everything he'd done wrong, and speaks his mind about corporal punishment.
Castiel is all, 'Dean, let me up so I can deal with our kid.'
Dean is practically speechless, and at the end of it all, Jack will probably need to go to Sam to get a proper education in such matters in order to avoid being traumatized by the internet, which is not for cats after all.
08 Nov 2019
Bucky, hungover and in a funk, manages to order pizza, squinting at the flyer hanging from his fridge.
Clint, halfway to drunk, answers his cell and takes the order. He goes to his fave pizza place and delivers pizza to the hot-sounding stranger.
It’s the best pizza Bucky has ever eaten and the delivery guy was hot and friendly.
So he saves the number and keeps ordering pizza.
All was fine and good when Sam and Dean ordered a pizza, that is, until Cas came by...
Just a fun, short oneshot. I think we all know what quote was behind the inspiration for this fic.
Fandoms: Supernatural, Castiel - Fandom, Misha Collins - Fandom
07 Aug 2017
Castiel has and Reader has feelings for the Reader. And somehow they and the Winchesters end up in one room with a certain porn watching Angel who comments on the porn. Reader and the boys are embarrassed.
Cas want some experience what roleplaying is like. He knows that the reader loves pizza. So he decides that he will surprise the reader..
Smut a lot of. Smut..
Enjoy you little assbutts.
You always thought your feelings towards your brother were wrong and one-sided. Little do you know he feels the same way about you.
Sam developed a crush on Cas. Castiel is oblivious because he doesn't understand what's going on.