Dean X Castiel Novels & Stories

It felt like he understood the effect he had on her, the way that smile could make her utterly lose her thoughts. "I’m Castiel Mikaelson," he said, extending his hand, warm and strong like the sun. "Pleasure to meet you." "Katherine Donovan," she mumbled, shaking his hand. It was a magical moment; his grip completely enveloped hers, sending a tingle through her. "Donovan," Castiel echoed softly. "I’m no genius, but I’m guessing you’re Caroline's twin sister." "Yep, that’s me," she confirmed, forcing a smile that felt odd. "Well, um, if you’ll excuse me, I really need to go—"

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- Azael asks with a frown. -He has men everywhere, you will not be able to kill him in your life. They will kill you first. Harrison Tucson is the meanest man I have ever met in my long and miserable life. It does not matter who he kills, that man has no feelings, he is the same demon in person. I must admit that deep down inside it hurts me to hear about the father I once had, but that man died the same day the officer made the call. That's all?

"She looked ready to faint every time you spoke." Dean's voice remained calm. "That is none of your concern." "It became my concern the moment you carried her away like she was a criminal." Dean's eyes sharpened. "She was." Silence. Castiel stared at him for several long seconds. Then he laughed once. A dry, humorless laugh. "You're still calling her that?" Dean didn't answer. Castiel shook his head. "I saw her on those stairs before I entered Room 606." Dean remained still. "I touched her by accident."

"I was there when he had his first kiss with Hazel in the 7th grade, jeez, that was terrible. I walked in on him in a few, let's say, inappropriate moments, I might have wanted to wash my eyes with bleech after it. Or erase my memory in some kind of way. Anyway, I guess you get our bond. Dean is more special than most people know, and even if he masks the hard man, he's an unknown softie underneath. If Dean had got married one and a half years ago, I would have castrated him, just to make sure he wouldn't have any babies with that vixen he had." I can't help but hunch over in laughter.

I try not to stare at Christian too intensely—just enough to let him know I appreciate his help. The Dean’s cowering gaze turns to Cassie and she gawks back at him, her gaze one of fear and surprise as he asks her, “Well, can you?” Even now, the Dean is still trying his best not to offend her so it does not get to her parents, but there’s only so much he can do to ensure that in the presence of someone like Christian. Christian’s reputation far surpasses that of anyone else in this room. Cassie begins to stammer, her eyes darting every which way around the room like the answers are written on the walls.

Something I had only seen once before—on the night he killed Adrian. A storm, barely contained. The man—Dr. Castiel Monroe—was unfazed. He studied Damien the way a scientist might observe an experiment that had finally yielded results. “You’ve done well for yourself,” Monroe continued, voice smooth as silk. “Despite the… unfortunate detours.” Damien’s grip tightened. “The Order is dead.” Monroe chuckled. “Is that what you think?” Leo scoffed. “You sound pretty confident for a guy who’s surrounded.” Monroe ignored him, his gaze never leaving Damien.

He took my hand in his and gently kissed my knuckle, letting his lips linger there for a few seconds, making my chest ache. “Dean, what is going on?” I asked, and he avoided my eyes. “I put her first, and I hurt you.” He said, making me frown in confusion as I tried understanding what he was talking about. His heart raced against his chest and I went to remove my hand only for him to tighten his grip. “My sister and Elijah are the traitors among us.”

She knew she had made a right choice as they slowly ascended. Daniela sat meditating on her bed. She was already in a whole lot of trouble and she wasn’t a hundred percent sure she should do what she was about to do. She was already in a lot of trouble. Treason and then association with Clara who was trying to destroy home world and she was the only one who knew about it. Where was Stephanie? She couldn’t just sit idle anymore. She had to do something and what her mum said she saw, she saw her cause all that destruction by herself. Clara was the only Supernatural she knew who could take away powers, but now she was the enemy.

"I can call security if you need me to...?" "No. Paula this is Casey. My Casey" I say, walking so fast, crossing my office to get to her and pulling her into a huge hug. "Hello Maximus" "Only my mother calls me that! But I'll let you off this once, Angel" "Thee Casey?" "Paula, this is Casey Hamilton, Casey, this is the receptionist, Paula Hargreaves's" "Hello" she says with a forced smile on her face. Since when the bloody hell did she get out of retreats centre?