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A/N: This imagine is actually very close to my heart. I know there are a lot of people like me who suffer from depression anxiety PTSD and so many other things. It’s very hard and it always feels good when you have people who care and are in your corner.

Summary: (y/n) finds herself having a hard time calming down after a hunt when Castiel comes in to comfort her

Warnings: Trigger Warning PTSD, Depression, panic attack, angst, fluff.

Pairings: Castiel x Reader

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The hunt was no different than any other hunt. Just a vamp nest. Easy. You’ve done it a thousand times. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself the whole ride home with the Winchesters. You had been living with Sam, Dean, and of course Castiel for the past three years now, they were your best friends but when it comes to this stuff, you could not show them your weak side in fear they might treat you differently.

The thing is you have PTSD.. Something really bad happened to you a while back and.. it just stuck with you. Some thing about that vamp threw you back to that time in your life and you were doing everything in your power to snap yourself out of it.

When you finally got to the bunker you ran to your room. The panic set in and you could see that evil smile fading in and out of your mind. You felt like you were on fire you turned the shower on ice cold. And quickly shed every piece of clothing. Tears flowing down your cheeks and you were gasping for air like a fish out of water.

You decided to sit down and try to calm yourself before getting in the shower. As you were concentrating on slowing your own breathing, subconsciously you started scratching the top of your hand with the other.

This continued for quite some time but to you it felt like seconds. Next thing you knew, Castiel came in through the door. “(Y/n)! Are you okay?” The only thing covering you you immediately reached to try to pull up the towel but Cas grabbed your wrists and looked at your hands. They were bleeding from your incessant scratching. You tried to pull away but he had a tight grip (but not painfully tight). He looked so worried and perplexed.

“This is why you always have your hands covered..” He said to himself rather than to you. He adjusted his hands to hold yours and he used his powers to heal you you watched as the wounds fresh and old ceased exist. And the years of damage was completely untraceable. You started to cry again but this time was different you were happy and you threw your arms around Castiel and he returned the hug.

He looked into your eyes. “I will help you. I know humans experience this. I know they can get through this. I don’t know how but I will help you. You don’t have to go through this alone”

“Cas you don’t have to–”

“No I want to. I love you (y/n).. And I can’t stand to see you this way”

“You love me?” You had feelings for Cas for so long but you were to afraid to act on them or say anything.

“I’ve always loved you.. I understand if you don’t feel the same but that doesn’t cha–” you couldn’t wait any longer and pressed your lips to his. You put your hand at the nape of his neck. One of his was rested at the small of your back and the other at your cheek. He deepened the kiss and you felt complete bliss.

He broke the kiss with worry filled eyes. “What can I do (y/n)?”

“Cas I have depression and PTSD.. Sometimes things trigger me and I don’t mean to do this to myself I know it’s gross and I hate myself for it.. Usually hunting keeps my mind distracted but today.. Anyway, you being here, being here with me right now is doing way more than you know..” You looked down at the ground, disappointed in yourself for being a burden on him.

“Don’t ever say you hate yourself. Don’t ever look at yourself as gross or less than. You are perfect within your imperfection and I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

That was all he needed to say for you to fall completely and head over heals in love with the Angel. Eventually Cas shut off the running water. And he joined you in your bed and held you in his arms as you fell asleep. He didn’t sleep but he was completely content watching you, holding you, listening to your breathing, knowing you were safe and happy. The smell of your hair, the way you smiled, the way you moved, everything about you made Castiel feel at home. What he didn't know was that you felt the exact same way.

Unbroken (Part 4)

A/N: Due to personal problems I’ve had major writing blocks and setbacks. I am getting a little bit better at figuring out how to  do the formatting the way I want to and I’m super excited to publish this chapter of Unbroken. As always, constructive criticism is always encouraged. I really hope you enjoy, like, and subscribe.

Summary: Dean doesn’t trust you leading you to question yourself and what you’ve heard as well. You and Castiel begin to explore your connection.

Warnings: Finally a little bit of smut like I mentioned would happen 3 chapters ago.

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“I don’t trust her especially if she was created by the darkness. If anything and I mean anything happens then its on you man”

Lucifer said you might have been created by the darkness too. Does that mean that your dark? Just as you finished your thought you had been transported into another room. It was a bedroom with barely any personal belongings and still looked as if it was a part of the bunker. Castiel was the only other person in the room with you leading you to the conclusion that this was his doing and he obviously wanted to talk to you with out the Winchesters knowing the contents of the conversation.

His face was serious with one cocked eyebrow both eyes looking down on you. “(y/n), you know Lucifer?”

“Hey! Stay out of my head! I thought you couldn’t read my mind.”

“I can’t and you can’t read mine. I can only hear the thoughts you show me and you can hear the ones I send you. Tell me, is Lucifer alive?”

You just looked at him unsure of what to say or how to control what he heard come from your mind. The connection between the two of you made you feel exposed. In a good way. Since you came to earth you felt stronger than those around you and gave yourself the role to protect those around you. But doe some reason when this soft eyed angel looked into your eyes you felt like you were the one being protected, you felt safe, but at the same time completely vulnerable, almost human in its complexity.

He started to pace slowly, his face contorted with a worrisome look painted onto it. His arm accidentally grazed yours as he walked passed you. His touch sent shivers up your spine and left a tingly sensation on you in his place. You looked up at him, his face mirrored your same perplexed look. You couldn’t resist and grabbed his wrist. The same feeling spewed through you this time. A strange sensation stirred in your core and you assumed Castiel felt the same thing when a soft moan escaped his mouth.

His eyes changed he no longer cared about his earlier interrogation and now peered into you with lust filled eyes. His hands reached up to either side of your face and pulled you towards him as he passionately placed his lips on yours. You kissed him back of course, and slipped in a little tongue like you saw on TV not too long ago. All of the sensations were almost overwhelming and definitely confusing and out of the blew. It felt so good to have his lips on yours, you could only imagine what everything else could feel like.

He had somehow already taken off his coats and tie, you unbuckled his belt and stripped it off of him. He started to suck on the nape of your neck and you threw your head back. He snapped his fingers and next thing you know you were both naked and you were pinned underneath him. He slipped his hand between your legs and started to rub your clit. You gasped and he inserted a finger inside you. You could swear he asked something but your head was spinning around in so many circles, so your only response was a nod.

He lined himself up to our entrance and slowly guided himself in. He stayed still for a little while and allowed you to adjust to him. His vessel suited him well and had a very large penis. He stretched you perfectly and when he started to thrust in and out of you it was like pure ecstasy. The faster he went the more you wished the moment would never end. “Castiel” You moaned as your body was washed over with complete blissful release. Your orgasm was just what Cas needed t ride out his and when he finished you both laid on the bed completely out of breath and in awe of what had just happened.

Unbroken (Part 3)

A/N: This is the third part to my series Unbroken. I am typing this on my phone so there may be some autocorrect mistakes and I know I’m having formatting issues. Constructive criticism and suggestions are always encouraged.

Summary: You are a strange new creature who doesn’t know what she is or why she is on Earth. Sam and Dean are very wary of you but Castiel has taken an interest.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ No he is not. He is not the shy and timid man you spoke of. He was not shy he was.. I don’t know what he was.

Lucifer and Meg shared a look. “What?” You demanded.

Meg looked at you in a way she’s never looked at you. Almost like she wanted to tear your head off but then her face changed, she smirked, rolled her eyes and walked away. You looked at Lucifer feeling very stupid thinking you must be missing something glaringly obvious. He was just about to speak when Meg came marching back. “Let me break this down for you since you don’t seem to comprehend. You basically just told me that MY unicorn wants you. But not only that but you let them catch you they know you exist so now they will find us! They will come looking for you! And no one can know I’m alive! I know you don’t know how this work right now but I can’t be near you I can’t be found.”

“Meg, I don’t understand they were the friends you saved right? So wouldn’t they keep you safe? And how will they find me?”

“Where ever they go danger Crowley follows. They can’t protect me, and I don’t need them to be my babysitters. Not to mention Lucy here isn’t their biggest fan either. They will find you they always find a way and if Castiel and you have some sort of draw you can bet your ass were not safe with you.”

“I hate to say it but she’s right.” Lucifer chimed in. And with that Meg and Lucifer disappeared. Your only two friends left just like that. Maybe the Winchesters were the only way to figure out what you really are. The problem is that they don’t trust you but it’s not like their chains really held you before.

You flashed back into the bunker they had you in before but it was empty. Being the curious person you are you decided to snoop around. There was a table that was designed as a lighted map decorated with red and black circles. A desk had one of those “laptop” devices and surrounding it were empty glass liquor bottles. You accidentally bumped the desk causing one of the bottles to fall to the ground and shatter. You quickly used your powers to repair it and put it back in place. To your surprise you heard footsteps “Dean?” It was Sam. You made yourself invisible and stayed where you were standing. “Dean? Hey I think I may have an idea of what this (y/n) could be… Dean?” He looked confused and looked around in various parts of the bunker.

With a loud creak the door to the bunker opened and in came Dean and Castiel. Dean had bags of take out in his hands which smelled absolutely delicious. “Hiya Sammy!” Dean announced and he plopped down at the table. Sam still looked confused but greeted him with a smile and nod.

Castiel turned his head and was looking right at you. “Hello (y/n)” The boys all looked in the direction the angel was looking in. You made yourself visible and took a step forward. Dean immediately on guard pulled a gun from under the table and pointed it at you.

“The gun’s not going to hurt me and I certainly have no intention of hurting you” You sat down at the opposite end of the table as Dean and turned your head to the left to look at Sam. “I don’t know what exactly I am and I want to find out and I think you can help me. But I do know that I can help you too. Regardless of what I am I know we have the same goal. Save the humans.”

“That’s a great speech and all but what’s to stop us from gankin you right here and now and Savin ourselves the trouble of having to do it later?” Dean said rising from the table to walk over closer to you, angel blade in hand.

“Absolutely nothing” you said looking him straight in the eye.

Castiel looked at Dean with a furrowed brow “Dean” he said in a deep raspy voice. For some reason his voice had an effect on you and sent a light fluttery sensation to your stomach. Dean and Castiel exchanged looks then he with Sam. You could have flashed out of the room if you wanted to but you had nothing to lose and hopefully showing trust would earn you some.

*They won’t hurt you* Castiels voice reassured inside of your head. “How are you in my head?” You said aloud as an instant involuntary reaction. His expression looked just as confused as yours that you even heard him.

“I—”

He was cut off by Sam. “I think I know what’s going on here” he said sounding triumphant.

Dean was clearly growing irritated. “Care to share with the rest of the class?”

“I don’t think it’s a coincidence she showed up at the exact same time Amara left with Chuck. I think Amara created (y/n). She’s not a demon she’s not an angel. It’s the only thing that makes sense.

“But why me? What am I supposed to do, to be?”

“Maybe you are Amara’s way of assuring her brother she wants to protect his creations. By making her own.” Castiel wondered aloud. “I feel as though we should give her a chance. She hasn’t given us a reason not too”

“I don’t trust her especially if she was created by the darkness. If anything, and I mean anything happens then it’s on you man.”

Unbroken (Part 2)

A/N: This is the second part to my series Unbroken. There may be some mistakes and I apologize for that and I’m completely open to constructive criticism.

Summary: You’re an unidentified creature that has been captured by Sam and Dean. (Sorry I don’t want to give away to much)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sam looked at you and raised an eyebrow, “How do you know who we are?” He asked. You looked up as bags of the food you ordered were being handed to you. You racked your brain knowingly understanding the mistake you had made, talking to them. You needed to find a way out of this.

Thoughts flooded your mind of how to escape. You couldn’t afford for them to follow you and find Meg and Lucifer. So you knew you couldn’t leave without them letting you go. ‘I shouldn’t have opened my stupid mouth’ you thought. “I.. I..” You stuttered trying to think of an excuse “I’m a hunter, just like you!” You claimed unconvincingly.

You felt metal cuffs tighten onto both of your wrists and your head and upper body were shoved onto the bat counter. “Uh huh yeah. That’s about as convincing as Sammy saying he’s not afraid of clowns. You’re coming with us.” Dean said. He yanked on the cuffs to make you rise to your feet. They guided you to your feet and you felt something hard slam into your head knocking you out.

You woke up bound to a chair with blind folds shielding your eyes. You decided your safest bet was to pretend as if you were still unconscious until you figured out a plan to escape. You couldn’t kill the Winchesters. They had the same mission as you, save the humans.

You heard mumbled words and footsteps approaching. Resuming your position you let your body go limp. “She must be some kind of angel freak or something. All we know is that the angel blade can wound her but demon traps don’t do squat, so she can’t be a demon” The sound of a heavy metal door opening filled the room, then it was replaced by the breathing of the three men who opened it. Power radiated off of the third man who you concluded must have been the angel Meg told you about.

The gruff sound of his voice sent shivers down your spine, “This is not an angel Dean. I apologize for not being more useful but I have no clue as to what she is, her wings are unlike any I’ve seen”.

“My wings?!” The question flew out of your mouth involuntarily. Sam removed your blind folds wearily and you could finally see the man before you. He looked almost godlike within his perfection. He was tall, with dark brown hair and mesmerizing crystal blue eyes. He was modest and hid his strength in layers of clothing. His wings were black, feathered and broken but even then they were absolutely beautiful.

“Are you not aware that you have them?” He asked as he cocked his head to the side and squinted his eyes. It was cute and made you laugh.

“I’m aware” you answered.

The angel looked around the room “I feel as though I’ve missed something”. When he looked into your eyes it gave you a strange intimidating sensation. You concluded he must have been using his powers on you to try and get information. You’re face became heated and flushed so you broke the eye contact and focused on his shoes. “I’ve come across a few different creatures in the short time I’ve been here. That includes angels and demons, yet no one has been able to see my wings. How can you?” You demanded as if you had the upper hand.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, you are the son of a bitch tied to a chair, so we’ll be the ones asking the questions from here on out” Dean scoffed and hipped his hand around your throat and a blade only centimeters from your face. You neither flinched or blinked, and kept your connection with the angel. Sam yelled and Deans grip tightened on you “What. Are. You.” That was the question you wanted to know as well but these boys were making it very hard to have a conversation.

You released yourself of all restraints as you transported both you and the blue eyed man to the field where you first arrived in this world. You needed to talk to Clarence alone.“Before you say anything, I just wanted to talk to you alone… About a month ago I arrived here, humans sheltered me and clothed me. They gave me the name (y/n). From the very beginning I’ve wanted to protect them and I have. I’ve also made friends. No one knows what I am or sees my wings. Do you know what I am?”

“You say you want to protect humanity? Maybe we can help you but we need to go back to the bunker with the Winchesters.”

“They don’t want to help. They think I’m a threat.. Don’t you?“ You asked thinking he would too but much to your surprise, you were wrong. “No. I can’t quite pinpoint why I trust you or believe you’re telling the truth.. I have no reason to. It’s almost like I’m drawn to you (y/n).” He inched closer to you and you backed away tripping over your own feet. “At first I thought it was you trying to put me in this hypnotic state… now I’ve come to realize… the fear in your eyes is proof of how intimidated you re by this connection as well.” He almost whispered the words.

You jerked your arm away “How do o know it’s not YOU using your grace to tantalize ME?!” You laughed mockingly “I don’t even know your name and I’ve known you all of two seconds! Who do you think you are?!”

“I apologize if I have upset you (y/n). My name is Castiel. In heaven if a human sees you wings then they are your true soulmate–”

You interrupt him not caring if you seemed rude. “Soulmate? This is your excuse to get me back to the Winchesters? Do you think I’m stupid? You have been lying this whole time and using your grace!” Outraged by being tricked, you transported yourself to hundreds of places all over the world before reuniting with Meg and Lucifer. You hoped if Castiel was following you you woul have shaken him off.

Lucifer snickered “Look who decided to show up”.

“We thought you were dead. You look like shit. What the hell happened?!” Meg prodded looking angry.

“The Winchesters happened”

“How?”

You explained everything that happened. How Castiel used his grace on you and how he tried to trick you into thinking he was your ‘soulmate’ cause he ‘saw your wings’, and how Clarence wasn’t there.

Lucifer interrupted your rant “You do realize Castiel and Clarence are the same person right?”

“No he is not. He is not the shy and timid man you spoke of. He was not shy he was.. I don’t know what he was.“

Unbroken

A/N: This is the first chapter to the series I hope to write. There will eventually be smut and fluff but probably not so much in this chapter.

Summary: You are an unidentified creature trying to figure out your identity in the world of Supernatural. You have no memories of your past, driven simply by your purpose to protect the humans.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few weeks ago you appeared on this planet naked and afraid in an empty field. Humans had clothed and helped you. The humans were all celebrating the Suns brightness. You didn’t understand why they were so happy the sun would get dark as it settled and when it rises it was bright. Something was different about that day to them and you didn’t understand why. You left and spent your time saving other humans. They were weak yet fascinating. They felt they had so much to live for yet, they had so little power and could not defend themselves against the many evil creatures who threatened their livelihood. Most of them remained ignorant whereas the ones who didn’t were ridiculed and seen as mentally unfit. You wanted to protect them.

You had befriended two other creatures who’s souls were tarnished.

One was a demon named Meg. Ordinarily you would have killed any demon who walked in your path. But besides her foul mouth and dimeanor she was good company and made you laugh. You read her mind confirming she wasn’t lying as she told you the story about how she risked her life and betrayed her own kind to help two hunters and an angel save the human race. She was on the run and couldn’t allow anyone to be aware of her still being alive for fear that she would actually be dead as her previous friends believed.

The other man was not a demon, but a fallen angel named Lucifer. He was also hiding the fact that he was still alive. He was extremely dangerous and untrustworthy. He had immense daddy issues. His father was God and his aunt was the Darkness. Even though he created hell he was not the king and that confused you. He explained to you the story of the sun and claimed that You must have been the first earthly creation of the darkness. His reasoning was that you appeared the day she left and had no idea what you were. You let him live thinking that he could be useful if you had questions and because you assumed he was stronger than you and could probably kill you if you were unsuccessful in killing him. He became your friend but you always kept an eye on him making sure he would leave the humans alone as he promised.

You had many questions regarding your existence and very little answers. You looked like the human you had long (y/h/c) hair and (y/e/c) eyes. Many men were attracted to you including Lucifer, not that you cared. You had no attraction to anyone. One thing you found curious was that no one could see your wings, except you. Not even the other supernatural creatures. Lucifer would tease you and didn’t believe you had any. An artist named Amy Brown would draw what she believed fairies would look like and the wings she drew were almost identical. Yours were very large and would graze the floor behind you as you walked. The tops drooped slightly, and the edges looked torn. You knew you weren’t a fairy because you had seen real ones they were small and nothing like you. You closely resembled Angels except your wings were different and you didn’t posses vessels. Your eyes also glowed a purple when using your powerful energy whereas Angels eyes surged with blue when using their grace.

You stay with your two friends inside an abandoned building of which you had inhabited.

“I’m bored!” Meg complained. Lucifer and her bickered back and forth as you stare off in the distance. Two people were kissing near by and you watched them wondering what it would feel like to want to be that close to some one.

You used your energy to silence their voices, getting annoyed by them. They stared at you and Meg slapped your thigh so you would release your hold and you did. “Why don’t we get something to eat?” You suggested. None of you actually needed food to survive but it was a good pastime that kept them both relatively quiet.

Knowing that they were both too frightened by the outside world to leave their space, you took their orders and transported yourself to the back of the nearest diner. You walked around to the front and pushed open the doors sitting at the bar placing your order. You are wearing black skinny jeans, black leather boots and jacket, with a burgundy tank top underneath. Two men reaking of sulfur sit at the stools on your right. You turn to look at them, your guard on ready to pounce if they were demons. Much to your surprise they were humans.

The one closest to you has a short dirty blonde buzz cut and mischievous green eyes. Although the man next to him was taller, he looked younger with brown puppy dog eyes he had longer hair that was also brown. They almost looked familiar but you couldn’t quite place them. The blonde grabbed his beer and raised it looking you up and down as he bit his lip. You rolled your eyes and shook your head as you looked away, still trying to place where you had seen them before.

Then it hit you. A nest of vampires you had killed used these boys pictures as dartboards. These were the infamous Winchesters you had heard so much about from Meg and Lucifer. Intrigued you looked at them again, wondering where their angel friend Clarence was. Meg had spoken of this angel, she told you about how he was her friend that she liked to mess with and that he was her unicorn. “So.. Uhm.. You are the Winchesters. Are you not?” You said holding out your hand trying to sound casual. “The one and only I’m Dean and this is my brother Sammy.” Dean said nudging the man next to him. “Sam.. just Sam” sam corrected giving his brother a dirty look, then taking your hand shaking it politely. You smiled until the older splashed water in your face. “What the hell was that?!” You asked surprised. “I thought you were a–” Dean started but Sam cut him off talking in a tone he thought only Dean could hear “She might be human and not know about…” He trailed off. Dean and him exchanged looks and Dean settled back in his stool.

Sam looked at you and raised an eyebrow, “how is it that you know who we are?” He asked. You looked up as bags of the food you ordered were being handed to you. You racked your brain knowingly understanding the mistake you made by talking to them. You needed to find a way out of this.