Title: What Child Is This?
Prompt: Wayward // Babysitting Olivia
Characters: Sam, Ruby, Olivia, Castiel, God.
Rating: G
Pairings: Sam/Ruby
Warnings: Wayward AU. So much fluff you’ll probably need to see the dentist for cavities.
Author’s Notes: There really is nothing cuter than awkward Castiel and a baby. I felt my teeth slowly rotting as I wrote this but it also made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and that’s a damn good feeling. Here’s hoping your teeth rot too.

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“Are you sure he can handle it?” Ruby said as Sam tried to lead her out of the house, again. “I mean, maybe we should just stay and watch him this one time, make sure nothing goes wrong.”

“He’s an angel, Ruby, nothing will go wrong.” Sam smiled tightly at Castiel who was still standing in the front hallway, watching them try to leave.

“That’s not as reassuring as you think it is. You know what angels tried to do to me most of my life?”

“Ruby…”

Castiel pulled out the cell phone Sam had given him, “I will contact you if there is anything wrong. If I cannot reach you, I will call for Michael and have him bring Joanna. Joanna will know what to do.”

“See? He’s more than prepared. Let’s go, we’ll miss our reservation if we don’t leave now.” Sam finally managed to get Ruby out the door and Castiel stood there, listening to the car as it drove away. Once it was gone, he found himself wandering back up the stairs to the baby’s room.

Olivia Winchester was sleeping, one little fist curled up tight and pressed against her mouth. There was an immediate wash of fear while Castiel watched her sleep. He wasn’t sure why but the child terrified him. He had with Sam through all of Ruby’s pregnancy and delivery. He spent enough time in the house to know the basics of child rearing and what he needed to do to take care of Olivia while her parents were out but…

The responsibility was almost overwhelming. He felt as though Olivia’s whole life was in his hands. If he failed this little girl…

“It is not that serious, my son.”

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"You are kidding right? That vamp wouldn't have gotten close enough to bite me."

"Gabby, that thing was only a few inches from you and you didn't have anything up to kill it. It was going to get you."

"I had a plan."

"Right, of course you did."

Sam was looking between the two, perking a brow at the both of them before shaking his head and going back to eating his cheeseburger. "Can't you two stop bickering for ten minutes while we eat?"

"I would, he just doesn't know when to shut up."

Dean shot her a look, flinging a fry in her direction, which got a few fries thrown back at him. What happened next was a food fight that got Sam pelted with a milkshake, leaving Dean and Gabby laughing.

"Great, thanks. Merry Christmas to you too."

Gabby smirked a little. "Right back atcha Sammy."

"You're so much like Dean it's scary."

"Hey, she's nothing like me."

Yes, this was a typical Winchester family Christmas dinner.

Gabriella Winchester/Supernatural (OC)/170 words

Title: Breakdown
Prompt: Jesse, drama, non-smut, & Fallen Angel Verse.
Characters: Castiel, Jesse, Pamela, Remiel, Tommy.
Rating: R for naughty words.
Pairings: Castiel/Pamela
Warnings: None
Author’s Notes: This fic is probably a great deal of wishfulfillment on my part. In reading hottestpsychic’s past fics with Pam and Jesse, Cas really didn’t like the guy so when I saw that prompt I decided to let him get a little revenge. It makes the angel happy and yet also guilty. Like always, his Pam makes him feel better.

Enjoy!
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The crash of something shattering against the wall alerted Castiel that something was wrong in Pamela’s house. He didn’t bother with the stairs, but flew down to the first floor privately frustrated that his sigils hid Pamela from him. He was surprised and angered when a record caught him across the shoulder.

“Who the fuck are you?” A drunken voice said, “You the poor bastard the bitch got her claws in now?”

“Do not speak about Pamela that way,” Castiel said coldly. He looked away from the broken record at his feet and saw that this man had torn apart Pamela’s house with an almost systematic rage. He had even torn the crystals down from her windows.

“Yeah, yeah, you are.” The man scoffed and started towards him, pointing a finger while his hand clutched a bottle of clear alcohol. “Let me tell you somethin’, get the hell out because this bitch? She’ll ruin your fuckin’ life man. Ruin it!”

“You are intoxicated.” And not a demon. Castiel relaxed slightly as he realized this was just some human. A demon wouldn’t act like this in his presence. “Leave.”

“Fuck you!”

“You can’t tell me what to do, fucker! Who do you think you are?! Fuckin’ lawyer or something? Look like fuckin’ Keanu Reeves in that stupid trench coat.”

“I am Castiel,” he said, taking a step to close the distance between them. “And I am telling you to leave. Now. Before I make you.”

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Title: ‘Tis the Season
Prompt: Crime AU. Something naughty. Inspired by "Santa Baby."
Characters: Det. Cas Devine, Det. Uriah Brenton, Circe, Balthazar, Azrael
Rating: NC-17 to be safe.
Pairings: Cas/Circe
Warnings: Detective!AU
Author’s Notes: This is all backstory to Cas’s detective verse. It takes place long before Cas appears in Special Investigations and is partnered with Dean. Thus it screws up none of his present canon but adds in a nice little layer and some intrigue as well as a lot of potential plots later.

So, yeah, there we go a lot of explanation and now fic!
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“Six hours ago, Alistair walked out of our office,” Detective Lucas Devine said, leaning against the kitchen counter in his partner’s apartment. Detective Uriah Brenton looked at him over the open door of the fridge, one eyebrow raised.

“I haven’t forgotten, Cas.” Uriah straightened up and offered him a beer, but Cas waved it away. “Is that what this is about?”

“I don’t have any other reason to be here at two in the morning.” He tried to give a half-smile, something rueful and friendly, but he couldn’t manage it. The lead weight in his stomach just wouldn’t let him.

“True.” Uriah opened a beer for himself and leaned back against the fridge to study him. “It’s eating me up too. Letting that son of a bitch just walk out of the office, I wanted to punch that smug look off his face. And his lawyer’s face too. It’s bullshit.”

“After you left, Anna stopped by. She was pretty angry.”

Uriah snorted at the mention of the Narcotics undercover they had worked with on this case. The joint-Vice-Narcotics investigation was supposed to bring down Alistair, one of the biggest heroine dealers in Chicago. He sold some of the best and most addicting drugs on the street and his mob connections kept the police from getting anything on him. Until this investigation. They were supposed to have him on this one but he had walked on a technicality.

“And what did she want?”

“To yell,” Cas said with a casual shrug. “She wanted to know how we could screw up an air tight case.”

“We didn’t screw up. It was probably her reckless undercover work that screwed us.”

“I didn’t have an answer for her, but I went looking for one.” Cas straightened up, studying his partner of nearly ten years closely. “You know what I found?”

“What?” Uriah asked, expression carefully blank.

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Title: The Faithful
Prompt: Post-Apocalypse, H/C, & “unexpected”.
Characters: Dean, Castiel, Lucifer, Sam, Jo, Bobby and angel OC.
Rating: R
Pairings: Dean/Cas, Sam/Jo
Warnings: Character death!
Author’s Notes: Now, I know porn was also requested, but I couldn’t fit in it. I laid on the h/c and tossed in a little fun with God. There’s a mention of sex, so hopefully that will do. I hit every other request though and I think the plot sort of makes up for things. I like this once.

Ithuriel is my little angel I created for another fic, making a cameo in this one. Quote scripture is from the New International Version, Daniel 3:17, Daniel 3:27 and Isaiah 61:8.

Also: writing Dean is hard!
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Lucifer held Dean off the ground by his throat while Castiel stood useless in a ring of holy fire. His fallen brother had ambushed them, just outside Detroit. He had sent Sam somewhere, trapped him and started in on Dean. The beaten wasn’t actually cruel, or unnecessarily violent like Alistair’s had been but it is not pleasant to watch. Castiel clenched his hands tighter and tighter into fists until he felt blood drip from where his nails bit into his palms.

“I do owe you a debt of gratitude, I suppose,” Lucifer said calmly while he studied Dean’s bloodied face. “You broke the first seal and your… continuing refusal of Michael was like.”

Lucifer smirked, “A Godsend.”

“Let him go,” Castiel said, stepping close to the edge of the flames.

Lucifer looked at him, “Just a minute brother, I’m almost finished. Have you become… impatient?”

“Let him go.” Castiel repeated, the flames now licking at the tips of his shoes.

“I can’t do that.” Lucifer looked back at Dean and he seemed almost… sad. “If he wasn’t our brother’s vessel I could but I suppose our father forced my hand. One brother has to die, Castiel.”

He couldn’t watch this. Castiel looked at the ring around him in frustration and closed his eyes tight. He had to do something to stop Lucifer. Dean needed him. He couldn’t let Lucifer kill him. He couldn’t watch Dean die.

Swallowing hard, he looked up. “If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to save us from it, and He will rescue us from your hand, O king.”

Lucifer went still for a moment and turned to face him fully, “Daniel 3:17. Your faith is so… sad, brother. You will burn.”

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Title: What Dreams May Come
Prompt: Undisclosed Desires by Muse
Characters: Dean, Castiel
Rating: Hard R
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Warnings: So, I don't really need to warn anyone that this is slash do I? I probably don't need to warn you that there's sex and even if it's not graphic, graphic, if you don't like it, don't read it.
Author’s Notes: Ha ha! Now that I'm on break I can finally start getting through the massive list of Christmas Fic Requests I've got. First on the list, iamwinchester and their request. This song is now up to 67 plays on my iTunes from listening to it on repeat. I know every word and really tried to follow the spirit of the song in this fic.

I hope you enjoy!

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While there was a great deal Castiel found frustrating about being weakened and trapped on Earth, one of the most troublesome was that all his allies were human and thus had needs he didn’t. Sleep was particularly annoying but he could do nothing about it. Dean, Sam, and Bobby all needed rest if they were going to be any help to him at all.

He coped with this human fallibility by using the time while they slept to search for his father. While he followed claims of miracles around the world in the desperate hope one of them would be his father, he waited for his phone to ring so that he could once again focus on killing his fallen brother. The world was falling further and further under Lucifer’s control. It was easier to find disasters than miracles. Castiel was impatient to stop Lucifer before there was nothing left to save.

In Bagladesh there were reports of a faith healer who was not just another con artist. The man was actually charlatan, but he found a lead, a good lead, on an ancient text written by demons on Lucifer. Demons were looking for it as well and that meant it had to be genuine. He couldn’t let sleep interfere when it was something this important.

He knew where Dean was, he knew that if he called right now – it was 3 am in Butte, Montana – he would just get a sleepy voice and annoyed Dean who would swear and tell him to call back later. Yet, he was not limited to human ways of communication. What he had in mind was quicker and it would allow Dean to stay sleeping while they talked.

When he appeared in Dean’s dream he found himself in a cheap, non-descript hotel room, the typical kind Dean stayed in. He expected his presence to be acknowledged right away. Dean was very aware when his dreams were invaded, but tonight Dean’s unconscious self was occupied. Shock kept Castiel from saying anything to announce himself.

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