14 Works in Castiel Makes Pie For Dean Winchester
27 Mar 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.
20 Mar 2020
Their final moments are upon them. They’ve played their final card and Chuck is announcing curtain call. But Dean still has a few seconds left. A few seconds to right the only wrong he’s ever truly regretted.
So Dean will do the only thing he can do. His one final move in the famous final scene of Chuck’s shitty story. Something that Chuck believed completely unfathomable. Something, that, throughout all the universes, he’d never seen – not once.
Dean is about to answer a question that Cass should have never even needed to ask.
And maybe – maybe – one last ditch effort in a world gone mad is enough to turn the tides just enough so they might hear what ‘the exultant sound of a canon booming in the night’ really means.
Instead of sending them to Purgatory, Michael traverses all the universes with Dean and Castiel in the hopes of finding one where good prevailed and Chuck was defeated. Along the way Dean and Castiel's relationship is put under strain.
Will Michael play mediator?
Will the alternate versions of Dean, Sam and Castiel force them to face their decisions and mend their relationship?
What ‘the exultant sound of a canon booming in the night’ really mean?
One-shots of all the ways Castiel can be taken by The Empty.
“I’d like to welcome you all here today to mourn the passing of a good friend.” His voice is solemn, the slight waver indicates that something is actually wrong – that Dean isn’t just playing a prank on them.
“He’s stuck with me for years.” Dean exhales. Castiel glances at Sam to see if he has any inkling of what is happening.
Why would Dean call them here? Today? To stand near a shallow grave?
The set-up is a funeral. Not a hunter’s funeral but a more traditional one. But, the thing is, there’s no body to be seen. And in Castiel’s knowledge, for a funeral, you need a corpse.
Sam raises his hand half-way.
“What?” Dean seems annoyed.
“Are you talking about Cass?”
“No. Sam!” Dean rolls his eyes. “How can we have a funeral for Cass if he’s standing right there.”
"What I'm trying to say is that I love you Cass"
Castiel takes a step forward, wanting to pull Dean close – to hug him or to taste his lips, for the very first time – when he feels the tugging on his grace.
In his confusion, he stumbles, falling directly into the grave that Dean dug.
Never to rise again.
13 Feb 2020
It’s strange how five little words can change your life forever.
“I’m in love with Dean.”
The words aren’t even directed at anyone… rather just said vaguely into the air.
Big romantic gestures had never been his thing. But he knows, as much as Dean hates to admit it… he loves chick-flicks. He wants someone who will be over the top just because they love him. Maybe that’s why Sam hadn’t just told Cass to abandon the whole idea.
Cass and Dean are already sitting in the kitchen when he wakes up and Dean is half surprised that Dean hasn’t already started bar hopping for women. When he whispers his concerns to Cass, the angel just whispers back: “I asked him to stay.”
Sam is still standing there awestruck when Dean’s teeth make a loud clank.
“Cass, did you forget a cinnamon stick or something in here.”
Sam glances across at Cass who nervously leans against the table, analysing Dean’s every move. He assumes Cass is waiting till Dean is done with the pie to talk to him about his feelings.
“Cass what the hell is this?” Dean’s voice is a combination of breathy, hopeful and terrified.
Sam whips his gaze around to find Dean holding a silver ring coated in half-chewed pie.
Dean’s eyes crack open in the dim lights and he feels a slight chill.
Dim lights? He shakes himself awake. It’s supposed to be pitch black. His breath stalls in his throat. It’s Sam, eating his pie.
Light shuffling comes from the fridge followed by a pause, as though Sam is just standing there in indecision.
He finally hears the foil peel back from the baking dish. Dean winces as he hears the moaning noises coming from the fridge, almost immediately followed by the crumpling of paper. What’s he doing? Eating the whole damn pie?
He did make about five or six this time, so Sam probably assumes that he won’t notice if one goes missing. But shit, a whole pie in one sitting? Dean is grudgingly respectful.
More noises of appreciation come from behind the fridge door until, finally, he feels the chill begin to ebb and the lights begin to dim once more. Soft footfalls sound as Sam exits the room, stepping carefully over Dean’s trap, as though it wasn’t there at all.
“Freeze! Pie bandit!” he shouts, holding up his spatula like a sword.
Dean blinks in confusion as he sees Cass standing there, staring at him, confused. “Hello Dean?”
Castiel is a genie, Dean gets three wishes, but he doesn't really want anything. Except maybe for this gorgeous blue eyed man to stick around a while.
He sees Cass glance down, also admiring Dean’s shirt. It’s kind of funny and so very Dean; exactly what he would expect of his big brother.
The print on is nice and quirky though, not as rude and obnoxious as he’d been expecting.
I’m In My Birthday Suit… Now Where’s The Pie?
Sam stifles a laugh as he sips his drink.
“Nice top Dean.” He half teases.
Cass scowls at him, looking peeved. “Sam, I do have a name you know.”
It takes him longer than he’d like to admit to get that one, but when realization dawns… let’s just say Dean’s shirt might have a few extra beer stains.
In which Sam is utterly, painfully, oblivious.
Cass’ nose is almost poking Dean’s eye out but his face is the picture of concentration as he pinches Dean’s nose between his thumb and fore-finger, his other hand covering Dean’s mouth completely.
“Okay. What the hell?” he announces.
The thumb war is explainable, the twister was actually nice and though the dancing was strange, it has nothing on this.
“You two having a staring contest?” Sam wonders.
“No Sam.” Cass explains, picking up the stop watch. “Dean said he could hold his breath for two minutes. I didn’t believe him.”
“Ha-ha! Sucker!” Dean wheezes as the watch beeps.
“Though,” Cass rubs his chin in consideration, “A staring contest is a very good idea Dean.”
Then they both sit pull up a chair and sit, bending forward to rest their elbows on their knees in a way that pushes their faces even closer.
“Let’s begin.” Cass announces.
Dean nods once, then they stare.
By now Sam should be used to it. But as bad as they may be, they’ve never stared at each other for over two minutes before.
Sam is flabbergasted.
Cass is engineering these… games, in order to get closer to Dean. Physically closer.
And Sam wants to know why.
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.
02 Sep 2017
Several days ago, Cas did something unspeakable. He ruined Dean's pie.
In an attempt to make it up to Dean, Cas decides to bake him a pie.
Castiel finally bakes the perfect pie for Dean
22 Feb 2017
This story began as a one shot challenge and people loved it so much that I had to make it in to a chapter story.
Summary: Sam helps Dean navigate his developing relationship with Castiel. Castiel has begun to adjust to life on Earth (even Dean's surprised with his growing, surprisingly Human gestures). Castiel also has to deal with his powers; He's fluctuating from Angel to Human status and back. Also, how will Dean deal with the way that females seem to be magnetized Castiel's way?
- Part 1 of Undisclosed Desires
04 Sep 2016
"I guess it's true what they say; when you know, you just know, and realizing he'd fallen in love with the angel was like having a weight lifted from his shoulders. Just being able to put a name to whatever the hell he felt for Cas was such a relief, and still is."
- Part 12 of Destiel One-Shots
Snapshot into the Nurse/Baker Verse as Dean and Castiel have a little Valentine's Day fun.
- Part 4 of Nurse/Baker Verse