- There are no actual sexual scenes unless stated otherwise.
- I had no Beta for these drabbles due to a dead line. And since English is not my first language, please bear with me ^^;
- Comments are love! \o/
- But please no rude comments or bashing, these are all personal gift drabbles, written for members who participated in the Christmas Experience.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!! :D
DRABBLE 1
Author: 
lotroth
Written for: Annachuu
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: R-15
Word Count: 239
Prompt: Either some really cute fluff, or fallen Castiel verse where Dean does everything he can to make life easier for Cas.
Summary: Castiel has rebelled against his brothers and sisters, and so he finds himself alone. But is he really?
Dean looked at the angel who was standing in front of the window. Castiel was staring expressionlessly at the pouring rain outside. As if he had not a care in the world. But Dean could see how tense he really was, the clenched fists, the frown between his eyes. Dean sighed and stood up from the leathered couch, softly walking towards Castiel. He carefully touched Castiel's stiff shoulders. The angel flinched at the touch of the man, but quickly tried to maintain his motionless presence, the presence he'd had when he was a servant of God.
"It's going to be okay, Cas," Dean whispered into his ear. Castiel shivered and closed his eyes for a moment. He had never felt such feelings before. He wasn't allowed to. He wasn't supposed to. He wasn't given a chance.
"I rebelled, Dean," Cas said in his usual low voice. "It's not going to be okay, not this time. The angels will not stop hunting me down. They will never stop." He narrowed his eyes and tried to count the rain drops again, it was oddly soothing.
Suddenly Castiel gasped. Dean embraced him from behind, resting his head in Castiel's neck. "Maybe so," Dean mumbled into his hair. "But this time I'm here with you."
Castiel could feel how Dean formed a smile against his neck and despite his effort of not giving in to his emotions, he couldn't help but smile too.
DRABBLE 2
Author: lotroth
Written for: RainDragonX
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: R-15
Word Count: 353
Prompt: Fluff. Comforting or Protective!Dean, Sad or Hurt!Castiel.
Summary: Castiel is being attacked by another angel when Dean comes to the rescue. It may be too late, but a tiny detail can make a huge difference.
"Cas!" Dean yelled as he saw Castiel fall down to his knees. "Cas, hang on!" And with those words he ran towards the other angel, who was leaning over Castiel. Dean lifted his arm and pinned him with the angel sword in the left shoulder blade. The angel cried it out, a bright light coming from out of his wound and eyes. Instinctively Dean closed his eyes, covering himself with his arms. The air trembled. It felt as like a shiver went right through Dean's bones. When he opened his eyes again he saw the angel lying on the floor, surrounded by his black wings. He quickly crawled over the body and caught Castiel before he'd hit the ground.
"You are going to be okay, Cas," Dean muttered while looking for wounds. "I'm here now." Blood was pouring down from Cas' chest. Dean carefully pulled back the trench coat and saw how the white shirt had turned red around the chest area. He turned around and saw how the other angel was holding an angel blade, just like his. Oh God. Dean felt how Cas was starting to feel more heavy.
"No, no, no!" Dean held him high, shaking him. "Don't you die on me, Cas. Don't you die." He held him closer. "It's just a scratch," Dean whispered into his ear. Castiel grabbed Dean by the shoulders and leaned with his head into his neck.
For a moment they were sitting there, holding on to each other. Castiel had never felt so safe before and that says a lot, coming from an angel of the Lord. He wanted to be held like this forever, but felt like he should tell Dean something. It may be just a detail Dean would like to know.
"Dean?" Castiel said in his low voice.
"Yes, Cas?"
"It really is just a scratch. I can heal the wound, Dean."
Castiel prepared himself for the pulling back, for the angry speech, for any normal reaction Dean would have had. But instead he felt how Dean squeezed him tighter, sighed with relief and mumbled: "Thank you, Cas. Thank you."
DRABBLE 3
Author: lotroth
Written for: Crida
Pairing: 2014!Cas/2014!Dean
Rating: R-15
Word Count: 377
Prompt: 2014 Dean and Cas, Castiel getting to know his/the human side, Dean confronting his own feelings
Summary: 2014!Dean is still getting used to this new, more human Castiel. While having lots of mixed feelings, Castiel decides to help him out a little.
2014
The camp fire was the only light to be seen in the woods. It needed to be, otherwise the Croatoans would be crawling all over the place. The small group of men tried to get some warmth from the flickering flames. But as soon as the moon disappeared from the sky, the men left to their tents and tried to get some sleep before waking up to another day of the Apocalypse. All men, but two.
Dean was cleaning his gun while keeping his eyes on Castiel, who was warming his hands near the fire place. He had his goofy smile on and he actually seemed to enjoy this moment alone. Dean grumbled and looked down. He still needed to adjust to Castiel's new kind of behavior. And yet, he couldn't keep his eyes off of him. Dean looked up, looked at Castiel again and shook his head. This needed to stop.
Dean put his gun back in his thigh holster and cleared his throat. "Are you ready for tomorrow, Cas?" Dean scooped over. "Do you need some help with preparing your gun?" He raised his eyebrows to Castiel.
Castiel smiled at him and let out a deep sigh before speaking. "Nah, I'm all good, Dean. You know I will follow you wherever you go." He patted Dean on the knee and looked back into the fire again.
Castiel liked not having to worry about things, of not being afraid what the other angels might do or what God might think. As far as he knew they had left the building. He had more passionate feelings now, more feelings of his own. He glanced to his right and saw how Dean was cursing at himself, obviously confused about something. Castiel chuckled. Poor Dean. The more feelings Cas had gotten himself, the more Dean had tried to push his own away.
Castiel turned his head, gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and leaned with his head against Dean's shoulder. "It's okay, Dean." he mumbled. Dean flinched at his touch. And for one moment he was ready to rise up, curse at him and show him who's boss. But that moment passed away in a second, leaving him there, leaning with his head on Castiel's hair.
DRABBLE 4
Author: lotroth
Written for: Kuragari75
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: R-15
Word Count: 237
Prompt: Honestly, I'll read just about anything, but I prefer a good romantic fic as opposed to pointless porn.
Summary: Dean decorated the tree with lights, but Castiel doesn’t understand the meaning of it. He will, however, learn a whole different use of lights when he doesn’t see it coming.
Dean put on the red and green lights, which were hanging in the small Christmas tree he bought at a gas station. He smiled at Castiel who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He had his head cocked at the sight of the lighted tree. Dean chuckled and sat down next to him, handing him one of the eggnogs he had been holding.
"So, what do you think, Cas?" Dean asked curiously.
Castiel narrowed his eyes. "I don't understand why you put colored lights in a tree. What is the meaning of that?" he asked with his low, serious voice.
Dean nudged him. "Nothing," he explained unsuccessfully. "It's nice." He glanced at the angel and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Merry Christmas, Cas." And with those words he drank his eggnog.
Castiel slightly blushed, not knowing how to react properly. Instead he mimicked Dean and drank the yellow stuff.
"Merry Christmas, Dean," Castiel said while looking at him. "Whatever that means."
Dean laughed and walked towards the Christmas tree. "You know what's best about these lights?" he tried to ask seriously. Castiel shook his head; the innocent angel he is. "That you can turn them off." Dean winked and turned off the lights.
"Dean?" Castiel asked confused. And before he could react to this strange situation, he got pushed down on the bed. Castiel smiled and suddenly understood the meaning of those Christmas lights.
DRABBLE 5
Author: lotroth
Written for: Mishalicious
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: R-15
Word Count: 259
Prompt: schmoop it up for Christmas!
Summary: Dean bakes a pie and Castiel is there by his side, tasting the quality.
Dean licked his lips. Hmm, not bad. He rubbed his hands off on the apron and added a little bit more sugar. It needed to be the perfect pie, or at least the perfect pie for Dean. He started whistling while stirring through the dough. It was almost ready for baking.
He grinned when he heard a fluttering noise behind him. "Ah, Cas, you are just in time!" He turned around and gestured Castiel to come closer. "You've got to taste this."
"Dean, there are more important things going on right now," Castiel said, though he felt his own curiosity take over as he stepped forwards.
Dean snorted and shrugged. "Those things can wait. It's Christmas, Cas!" Dean patted Castiel on the shoulder when he appeared next to him. Castiel frowned as he looked at the white and brownish stuff in the bowl. Could that be more important than saving the world? Castiel cocked his head in confusing.
Dean dipped his finger in the dough and held it up to Castiel's face. "Come on, tough guy," he said amused. "It doesn't bite."
Castiel narrowed his eyes. It couldn't be that bad if Dean offered it to him, right? Castiel licked the stuff off of Dean's finger. He felt how his cheeks turned red. Dean chuckled.
"And?" Dean asked, eagerly waiting for the angel's opinion. Castiel nodded seriously, still tasting it in his mouth. "Maybe a bit more sugar," Castiel finally answered.
Dean's eyes sparkled and he put his arm around Castiel. "That's what I thought too," Dean concluded happily.
DRABBLE 6
Author: lotroth
Written for: NaSyu
Pairing: Cas/Dean
Rating: R-15
Word Count: 263
Prompt: hurt!Dean, Hurt/Comfort, BAMF!Cas, fluff, angst, happy ending
Summary: Dean is being attacked by a demon who believes no one can touch them. She clearly doesn’t know how stubborn angels can be.
Dean groaned as he was thrown into the wall. He grabbed his right shoulder and grimaced. The demon walked towards him, bent down and gripped him by the throat. Dean gasped and felt how he was being pulled up. She squeezed his neck tightly between her thumbs. Dean gargled, trying to get some air in his lungs.
The demon smirked. "What's the matter, tough guy," she said teasingly. "Lose your tongue?" Dean glared as evil as possible at her, but the fact that he was being choked made it less effective. He coughed, trying to speak. She smiled and loosened her grip a bit. "What's that you say, hot stuff?"
Dean inhaled deeply, as far as her hand allowed it, and muttered: "Cas..." The demon snorted and tightened her grip again. "No angel is going to find you here," she replied, licking her lips. "I made sure of that."
All of a sudden a bright light entered the room and before she got the chance to turn around, the demon knife was already stuck in her back. She gasped as she heard a familiar whisper near her ear, saying: "Not sure enough." Castiel pushed the knife further, grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her off of Dean before she would fall on him.
Dean coughed uncontrollable as he fell to the ground and in an instant Castiel was by his side, making sure to catch his fall. Dean grabbed Castiel's trench coat and said hoarsely: "You came."
Castiel smiled at him and embraced him carefully. "I'll always come when you call, Dean."
DRABBLE 7
Author: lotroth
Written for: ZoeyFagerlid
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: R-15
Word Count: 273
Prompt: angsty drama, with hurt!cas and bamf!Dean <3 Just mild slash (like kissing and mentions of sex), no actual sex scenes.
Summary: Castiel finds himself in a dangerous situation, hanging on the edge of a mountain, with a demon on top. Though the demon is not the only one standing on top.
The demon stepped on Castiel's hands, ready to crush them. "You are nothing without your angel powers, Castiel!" the demon screamed down at him. "Your time is up." He smirked. Castiel tried to lift himself up, but it was impossible with the demon standing on his hands. He looked down and knew that even he couldn't survive a fall like that. Castiel was hanging onto the cliff, ready to face whatever lay ahead of him. May it be death or not. He closed his eyes.
But at that moment, when he had just closed his eyes, he heard a loud gasp. And before he had opened his eyes again he could feel spatters on his face.
"Dean!" Castiel cried out. Dean was standing behind the demon, holding his demon knife when it was sticking out of the demon's throat.
"Don't ever touch him," Dean growled into the demon's ear. Without awaiting an answer, he released the knife from his throat and threw the demon off of the cliff.
"Cas!" Dean said with relief. He grabbed Castiel's hands and pulled him up. "You okay?" Dean asked. Castiel sighed when he finally sat on solid ground. "I'm okay, Dean," he responded. Still feeling a bit light-headed Castiel tried to smile at Dean. Feelings and expressions were to this day not his strongest point. But he tried. For Dean.
Dean laughed and embraced Cas tightly. "Don't ever scare me like that again, you hear me?" Dean demanded. "You are no falling angel. You are my angel." He kissed Castiel on the cheek while he still hugged him. Castiel smiled and laid his head in Dean's neck.
DRABBLE 8
Author: lotroth
Written for: StimulatingSilence
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: R-15
Word Count: 302
Prompt: schmoop/fluff, au
Summary: Castiel doesn’t understand the whole Christmas thing. He does think that the tree looks pretty. Maybe Dean needs to feel pretty too.
"A little bit higher, Cas," Dean said as he was hanging a Christmas ball on to a branch. Castiel lifted his hand a little bit higher. Dean grabbed the peak out of his jeans and put it on top of the pine. He grinned pleased and looked down. "Nice, huh?" Dean said proudly.
Castiel cocked his head and looked at the tree with all the decorations. He didn't understand why a tree should be decorated. Was it because of the cold with Christmas? Or to make the tree feel loved? Castiel lowered his hand and carefully put Dean back on the ground. Dean saw the confused look on Castiel's face and chuckled.
"This is what we do with Christmas, Cas. I'll go grab some eggnog!" he added happily.
Castiel looked at the lights and garlands which were left on the ground and then back up to the tree again. The tree does look prettier. It must feel loved now. Castiel smiled.
A few minutes later Dean walked back into the room. He handed Castiel some eggnog and sat down next to him, in front of the tree. He sighed with satisfaction and spontaneously kissed Castiel on the cheek. "Merry Christmas, Cas," Dean said softly.
Castiel grabbed some of the garlands and lights and before Dean knew what he was doing, Castiel had thrown the garlands and lights around him. Castiel smiled, put the plug in the outlet and switched on the lights.
"You needed to feel loved, Dean," Castiel said in his low voice. " Just like that tree."
Dean hugged Castiel tightly, breaking into laughter afterwards. "Thank you, Cas," he said while still laughing. "But I don't need any garlands or lights. I need you!" And with those words he kissed Castiel on the lips. Making him feel loved as well.
DRABBLE 9
Author:lotroth
Written for: Y0k0Maybe
Pairing: Cas/Dean
Rating: R-15
Word Count: 299
Prompt: Maybe a horror story with some schmoop/fluffy thrown in, if you can do that.
Summary: Dean is being chased by Croatoans, they want him for themselves. But Castiel thinks otherwise.
Dean kept running, afraid to look back. He knew that they would eventually gain on him. He tried to lose them by going into small alley's, but every time he did, new Croatoan people would appear and follow him. Dean was running out of time and he knew it. He jumped over a fallen bicycle and turned to the right. Dean gasped. They were everywhere.
Suddenly he felt a hand grabbing for his ankle. He tripped and fell onto the ground. The girl who had been grabbing his ankle crawled right on top of him. Dean tried to push her away, but his arms were already being taking by another Croatoan. Within seconds he was being held to the ground by three of them.
"No, no!" Dean screamed, wriggling under the girl. "You get away from me!"
The girl smiled at him as she cut her own arm and then Dean's chest. "You belong to us now, Dean," she said with a squeaky voice.
"He belongs to me," a sudden low voice said next to her. She turned her head to Castiel and screamed in terror. Castiel laid his finger on Dean's forehead and before the Croatoans could react, they were gone.
Dean blinked his eyes a few times to adjust to the dark in the motel room. "Cas?" he panted. Castiel sat on the bed next to him. He laid his hand on Dean's chest, healing the cut. Dean gasped when the angel touched him.
Castiel smiled at him as he stroked Dean's face. "You belong to me, Dean," he confirmed. Dean closed his eyes as he enjoyed his touch. "I know, Cas," Dean agreed. "But just so you know." He grabbed Castiel's face and kissed him gently. "You're mine as well." Dean grinned as continued the kissing.
DRABBLE 10
Author: lotroth
Written for: nagth
Pairing: Cas/Dean
Rating: R-15
Word Count: 289
Prompt: schmoop/fluff. I´d like to see something where Dean get´s embarrased and Cas doesn´t get why.
Summary: Castiel doesn’t understand why standing in the shower next to Dean is too close when last night he wasn’t…
"Cas!" Dean screamed when suddenly Castiel appeared next to him in the shower.
"Hello, Dean," Castiel replied seriously. "We need to talk." Castiel narrowed his eyes. Dean looked at him with his mouth wide open.
"Castiel, I'm in the shower!" he cried out. "You're really crossing the line with personal space here." Dean's cheeks turned red and he quickly grabbed a towel . Castiel cocked his head. "I thought you didn't mind that after last night," Castiel asked confused.
Dean gasped. "That was one time, Cas," he pointed out. "One time I freaked out because of that Hell stuff. One time! But it's over now, Cas. No more cuddling." Dean lowered his head in embarrassment as he carefully stepped out of the tub.
Castiel really lost him now. Yesterday Dean wanted him near, he even wanted Castiel to hold him. That was close. But now, Dean didn't want him that close and brought up the personal space again. Humans and their feelings, he would never get it.
Dean put on his clothes again without looking up, afraid to look Castiel in the eyes. Yes, he had longed for Cas last night, but that was different. He was scared. But now, Castiel wouldn't leave his side. Or did he pick up the signs? Dean bit his lip. What do angels know?
Castiel touched Dean's arm, startling him. "It's okay, Dean," Castiel said in his low voice. "You're safe with me."
Dean couldn't help but smile and hug Castiel. He was relieved to hear those words. He needed them. He needed Castiel. And this time he wasn't afraid to admit it.
Castiel shook his head in confusion while Dean still held him. Humans and their feelings, he would never get it.
DRABBLE 11
Author:lotroth
Written for: LightStorm456
Pairing: Cas/Dean
Rating: R-18 (slash, violence)
Word Count: 321
Prompt: Dean & Cas (sexual). Horror/Thriller.
Summary: Demon!Dean shows to Castiel what Dean is really feeling. It’s Castiel’s turn afterwards to give Dean what he wants.
Dean smirked as he flashed his black eyes at the angel standing in front of him. "My dear Cas, you aren't really going to stab your pretty boyfriend now, are you?" Dean said while he slowly walked towards Castiel. "Oh, if only you knew how he truly felt about you. You might want to lower that knife." Dean laughed at the confused look of the angel.
"You didn't know?" Dean snorted. He saw how Castiel was hesitating now, even lowering the knife just a little. "Oh yes, he sure has feelings for you." He walked around the angel, standing behind him, breathing in his neck. "He wants you, Cas. All of you," Dean added. He licked Castiel's neck, who quickly turned around at the touch of Dean's tongue.
"Stay away from me," Castiel managed to say. "You're not Dean. You're nothing more than a low class demon." Castiel raised the knife again.
Dean switched the black eyes to his green eyes. "But I have full control of his emotions. And his body." Dean smirked again and stepped closer. "Give him what he wants, Cas."
And before Castiel could react, Dean kissed Castiel hard on the mouth, pushing his tongue inside. Castiel was overwhelmed, just for a second, even enjoyed it. But he knew better. Without hesitation he stabbed Dean in the stomach. Dean pulled away from him. He was already coughing up blood. He grabbed for Castiel's coat and the angel let him. And ss fast as he could, the demon left the body, fleeing away in his smoke form.
Dean gasped for air, touching the stomach wound with his hand. Castiel laid his hand on Dean's and healed the wound. And before Dean could ask what happened, Castiel kissed him hard on the mouth.
"Cas, what are you doing?" Dean asked in shock when Castiel had pulled away.
Castiel smiled and lifted Dean up. "Given you what you wanted, Dean."
DRABBLE 12
Author: lotroth
Written for: thenizu
Pairing: 2014!Dean/2014!Cas
Rating: R-15
Word Count: 219
Prompt: Hurt!Future!Cas (from The End) and then...a little of...fluff?
Summary: 2014!Castiel got shot and 2014!Dean takes care of him, meanwhile being angry at Castiel for being reckless. Castiel eases his pain.
2014
Dean grumbled as he carried Castiel back into the camp. Castiel groaned as he was being put on Dean's bed. The bullet went straight through his shoulder, but it hurt like hell. Dean was still grumbling as he grabbed some bandages and a blanket.
"You idiot," Dean hissed. "You could have gotten yourself killed!" He sat down next to Castiel and cleaned the wound with the blanket. Castiel wanted to say something, but decided not to when he saw the look on Dean's face.
"You're not an angel anymore, Cas!" Dean continued. "Don't do such reckless things, you hear me?" He lifted Castiel and put the bandage around his shoulder, wrapping it up tightly. Castiel smiled softly at Dean.
"It's okay, Dean," he soothed. "I'm fine. It only hurts a little." He carefully kissed Dean on the cheek as he grabbed his shoulder. Dean bit his lip.
"It's not okay, Cas," he finally said. "You're all that I got, all that I have left. I can't afford to lose you too. Not after Sam." He smiled shakily at Castiel and softly placed a kiss on his lips.
"Don't you dare leave me, okay?" Dean demanded.
Castiel snorted. "I could never do such a thing, Dean." And with those words he kissed Dean again, just to prove his point.
