well shucks look who’s back

Hey, everybody! I know that it’s been a few years while since I’ve done pretty much anything on this blog, but I think I’m coming back. I miss writing, I miss making imagines for you guys, and I miss the community! 

An update on me things, which may help you understand why I dropped off the face of the earth:

- I graduated high school!

- I was in several leadership positions!

- I got a job! 

- I got a car!

- Basically life got super real with college things and graduation things and all of that junk. 

Aaaaand that’s that. If there are any requests send them in, and I’ll try to get back into the swing of things!

Love, Castiella

You open your eyes to see three familiar faces surrounding you. Your head is pounding, and for some reason, you’re tearing up at the sight of the people in front of you.

“Y/N,” the taller one says, “Oh my God, you’re back. We were starting to think you’d never wake up.”

“How’re you feeling, kiddo?” asks another, his hair lighter than the others’. “Do you need anything? Does it hurt?”

Your body begins to tremble, and you look around you. Nothing else is familiar. You don’t know where you were, and though their faces are ringing a bell, the men are strangers. And the cherry to top it all off? Yeah. It really does hurt.

“Where am I? Who- who are you?” Your voice cracks, and your vision becomes blurred. Immediately, their faces fall, looking almost heartbroken. Despite knowing there’s nothing you can do, guilt plays at your heartstrings.

“You mean, you don’t remember?” the tall one stutters. Before you can answer, your vision goes white, and you clutch at your head, squeezing your eyes shut in the agony of the throbbing of your skull.

“I’ve got this,” you hear a new voice say, probably belonging to the one in the trenchcoat, and something presses to your forehead. Instantly, a soothing coldness spreads through your body, and the pain in your skull clears. It’s almost as though a fog is being lifted in your thoughts…

And then it hits you. The witch’s spell, the hit you took to the head. That hunt, the one that almost killed you.  It must have been a memory spell, and now everything is rushing back to you.

“Guys,” you sputter, before somehow managing to throw your arms around the three of them. “Sam, Dean, Cas. Oh my God, I’m so glad to see you.”

“We’re even happier, sweetheart, I can guarantee,” Dean responds, clutching back at you. “You were out for quite some time.”

“Do not ever do that again, Y/N, or I’ll smite you myself,” Cas mutters, making you laugh.

“It’s good to be back.”

You stay like that for a long time, arms wrapped around each other in a fragile embrace.

Hey all, just letting you know I'm okay since I received a few messages. school got real crazy real quick but I'm going to try really hard to get back into the swing of things with this blog soon. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting.

11 Years Ago

You knocked on Sam’s door first, then running to wake Dean up, praying to Cas to come join you in the bunker. You were met with grumpy attitudes and morning breath, but it didn’t phase you, not today.

“Guys, get dressed! Come on, there’s something waiting in the kitchen,” you said in a singsong voice.

“This better be good, or I’ll skin your ass,” Dean mumbled before stepping back into his room to change. Sam didn’t complain, but you could tell that it was taking all of the willpower he had not to start griping and groaning. 

While the brothers were in their rooms, the fluttering of feathers was heard from behind you, and you turned to see Cas had joined.

"Is everything alright, Y/N? Is there an emergency?"

"Yes. In the kitchen. So go in there and I'll meet you in just a minute."

He complied, leaving without another thought, and soon the brothers were following you in there after him.

On the table was a giant platter of waffles, with the words "happy anniversary!" written in strawberry syrup. A collection of sides including hashbrowns and fruit were sat there as well. Sam looked intrigued, Dean was practically foaming in the mouth. Cas on the other hand looked nothing besides annoyed.

"This "anniversary" is the emergency you called me for?" he asked, using the finger quotes, a practice he had become very fond of.

"What anniversary, Y/N?" Sam followed up.

"Guys," you began, serving each of you (besides Cas) a waffle as you talked, "Eleven years ago on this day, you saved my ass on a wendigo hunt. It's the anniversary of the first time we met and hunted together! I don't know about you, but my life has certainly never been the same, so I thought we should celebrate it."

"How the hell do you remember shit like that?" Dean asked, his mouth stuffed full of waffle. "I would've gotten you somethin'."

"You don't have to get me anything! I have a full day planned for us, and you all actually participating will be enough of a gift. It involves the zoo, and a picnic-"

"Hey, as long as you're paying," Sam smiled, handing you your own plate. "Happy Anniversary, Y/N."

"To many more after!"

for @beholders-chroniclers bc she sent me an ask calling me out on my lazy use of the word 'tomorrow'. it's rushed and short. but enjoy!

Happy Supernatural Day!!

I’ll have a little drabble coming out tomorrow in celebration of the show’s anniversary, I promise. Until then, enjoy the festivities! I love you all!

~Castiella

“I called the school today.”

You glance up at Sam, blood running cold. “And?”

“And,” he says with a sigh, “They said you weren’t there. In fact, they said you’re hardly ever there. Then, when I asked them why nobody had called to tell me that, they said that they had been, but you had given them a different number.” He swallows, and reaches over to take your hand. “Why are you lying to us, Y/N?”

Your free hand squeezes into a fist. “I dunno. Seemed like a good idea at the time.” 

“You loved it, Y/N. Your grades were stellar, you were involved in so much. You were dating someone for almost a year... What happened? What made you feel like you can’t even show your face there anymore?”

“We aren’t dating anymore, Sam.”

Sam raises his eyebrows. “All of this because of a breakup?”

“You didn’t let me finish! We aren’t dating anymore because I told him. I told him everything. The life. Mom and Dad. Why I live in a fucking bunker. Why I was never around on the weekends. And do you know what he did? He laughed, Sam. He told me I was a crazy bitch who belonged in an asylum. Then he told all of my friends. Who told all of their friends. Before the week was over, everyone was knew me as ‘that crazy girl who thinks she’s the next Buffy’.” You wipe under your eyes quickly, trying to control your emotions. “They made me start going to the counselors. I couldn’t talk to them, obviously. I couldn’t talk to anybody. So I just stopped talking. And then I stopped going.”

Sam’s eyes are wide with concern. “When did that happen, Y/N? Why didn’t you tell us?”

You whisper, “Two months ago. I thought you would be mad for telling the truth.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Sam says, gathering you into his arms. “I’m so so sorry. We had no idea. We’ll figure it out, I promise. It’ll turn out okay. If not this school, then another. We could try homeschooling. Shh. We’ll figure it out.”

His voice is so sincere, and he’s hugging you so tightly that it’s impossible not to believe him.

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“All I’m saying is that I simply did not cheat. You told me to get to the other side first. You did not say how I was supposed to get there.” 

Sam sighed, looking at you in exasperation. “Y/N, look, please tell Cas that there’s no point to a race if one of us uses their powers to win.”

“I don’t know..” you said slyly, looking up at Cas. “It felt pretty good to win for once, didn’t it, Cas?”

“I agree,” he replied. “And now we don’t have to participate in chores for a week.”

“That’s bullshit!” Dean cried. “You cheated!” 

“I wouldn’t use cheating, more like using our advantages.” You grinned smugly at the Winchesters. “You boys need you improve your sportsmanship; you’re sore losers!”

“Only because you didn’t play fair,” Dean retaliated, channeling his inner five year old.

“Well, I guess we could play rock-paper-scissors for it. But if you lose, it’s a month.”

“No,” Sam cuts in before Dean can open his mouth. “I think that a week of chores is fine! Completely fine. No need for rock-paper-scissors.”

Cas turns to you and raises his hand for a high five, which you accept. 

“I think celebratory ice cream is due.”

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You turn the corner to see Sam - Gadreel - place his hand on Kevin’s forehead. You see that glow begin to light up his face, just barely so, and it smacks you in the face. 

Kevin is going to die.

That’s all it takes for you to scream, “No!” and sprint across the room at top speed. Gadreel turns round, lifting his hand in shock from Kevin, who staggers backwards. 

“Kevin, run,” you yell as you barrel into Gadreel. It surprises you both that you’re able to tackle him to the ground. That’s all you can do, though, before he shoves you off of him and across the room. Your back smacks against the bookshelf, forcing the air out of your lungs. Gadreel stands, and you can only watch in horror as he takes three quick strides to be in front of you.

“Don’t think I’ll let a human like you get in the way of what I have to get done.”

His hand presses against your forehead, and that’s the last thing you see: your close friend, possessed by an angel, your killer.

When Kevin makes it back into the room, having finally found an angel blade, Gadreel is nowhere to be found, and your body is slumped over, books scattered around you.

“No,” he mumbles, racing over to you. What meets his eyes is enough to make him gag. Your eyes are burned out and smoking, mouth open in a frozen scream. 

That’s where Dean finds him, slumped over your smoldered and broken body.

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He stands before you, all decked out in his FBI attire still, a confused and almost pained expression on his face. 

“Y/N, I wish I could help you. I really do. But I don’t have a goddamned clue what you’re talking about. Say that last part again?”

“I’m supposed to plot all ten of these World War Two battles on the map, which has none of the countries named, either - I have to do that, too. Name them.”

“What the.. Give me that,” he snaps, snatching the paper out from your hands and giving it a long stare. He mumbles something about ‘why can’t you just have a normal teacher that makes you read and take online quizzes’.

“Well?” you ask, walking to him and looking over his circle. You watch as he writes in Spain with handwriting nothing like yours.

“Does that help? Because that’s all I’ve got. I didn’t even pass Geography. Wait!” He points to Russia. “I think Denmark is in there somewhere.”

You shake your head and take your paper back, fighting back a smile. “Honey, Denmark is a peninsula, almost an island. But thank you for trying.”

He groans and walks out of the room. “I’ll let you work. And to think, you have to write a paper off of that shit, too. Fucking unbelievable. This is why I dropped out. I’ll grab you some food.” 

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update!

Hey all! First off, I gained quite a few followers this weekend. So hello to you, and I hope you enjoy your stay! 

Second, as I’m sure all of you are sick of hearing about, school has started recently and I find myself having less and less time to write during the week to put stuff out (especially because I have the female lead in the musical and have to go to practice every day after school!) so I’ve resorted to doing most to all of my writing on the weekends and scheduling the posts throughout the week.

That being said - I NEED YOUR IMAGINE REQUESTS! Sam, Dean, Cas, Charlie, Crowley - I will write for ANY character! The more requests I have, the more I’m able to put out during the week, so send in one or send in seven! It would help me out a lot. It’s hard to come up with several ideas at once, and that’s where you come in!

Have a wonderful week!

-Castiella 

Talk Me Down

Title: Talk Me Down

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Original Female Character (little sister)

Word Count: 3,581

Request: I honestly can’t remember the request but basically Dean x Reader where the reader is suicidal.

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNING. THIS ONE SHOT FEATURES CHARACTER DEATH AND DEALS WITH GUILT, SELF HATE, DEPRESSION, SELF HARM AND SUICIDAL TENDENCIES/ATTEMPTS. READ WITH CAUTION

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of it’s characters.

“Y/N! Y/N, help!”

You could feel your pulse thumping as you ran through the dark wood, pistol out and ready.

This had all been a mistake. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

You had been hanging out with your younger sister, when you’d gotten a call about a rogue werewolf case in the town you’d been staying in. Some hunter’s backup had gone down with a nasty flu, and Garth had given him your number. Dean had wanted you to wait until he had gotten there, but you insisted upon going.

“It’ll be too late by the time you get here, Dean.”

“Okay, Y/N… I know how stubborn you are, so this whole phone call was probably damn near pointless. Just… stay safe, and call me if something goes wrong. Actually, call me if nothing goes wrong, too.”

“So, call you?”

“Yeah. Do that.”

You wake up, trying to regain your senses. Where are you? Why does your leg hurt so badly?  And who’s lap are you on?

Eventually, you hear the rumble of Baby’s engine, and your memory rushes back to you. The case, the hunt in the snow, and the gnarly injury you took to the thigh. 

“Hey sweetheart, you awake?” 

Dean’s voice startles you out of your stupor, and you open your eyes to see him glancing down at you. 

“You finally stopped shivering about an hour back. Guess that old blanket helped, huh?”

Oh, that’s what that it. You look down and see a blanket draped over your body, the same one that you had insisted Dean put in the trunk in case of an emergency blizzard. It brings a smile to your face, knowing he’d remembered it.

“How far out are we?” you ask, voice cracking after a couple hours of not being used. 

“Bout another six hours or so. You should probably get some more rest so oyur body can start tryn’ to heal itself. I’ll be fine.”

You nod and shut your eyes once more, and the last thought that comes to your mind is the realization that Dean, for once, had no music playing in the Impala. It’s the little things like that, him doing everything he can to make sure you get your sleep, that let you know how much he loves you.

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You look into the bag and immediately start laughing. There’s just about everything from apples to Slim Jims to candy.

“Cas,” you giggle, pecking him quickly on the lips. “Next time, just pick up some chocolate, okay? Maybe some ice cream and-”

Cramps suddenly overtake you, and you instinctively clutch your stomach in pain. Cas’ finger is on your forehead immediately, and just like before, it doesn’t help.

“My grace must be getting low,” he mumbles. “I should go inform Sam and Dean.”

“No no no,” you say, grabbing the sleeve of his trench coat. “It’s not your grace that’s wrong. I’m on my period, Cas. It’s normal and natural for every girl. That’s why it’s not working.”

His face blanks. “I do not know how to help with this. Tell me how.”

You smirk, ideas running through your head.

“Well, to start...”

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“Wow, Dean. That may be the best comeback I’ve heard yet.”

Sam bursts into laughter, his whole body trembling with the force of it. Dean looks back and forth between the both of you and scoffs - you think you hear him mutter something about chuckleheads.

“Alright, well this is too much for me. I’m gonna go grab a beer or five. See you kids later,” he says, standing and walking out of the room.

“You sure you can reach it, Dean? I’m sure one of us can help out if not,” you yell after him. He gives you the bird and continues walking away, leaving you alone with Sam.

“You’re much better at short jokes than me,” he says, giving you an easy smile. “And that’s saying something, because I’ve been taller than everyone for most of my life.”

“Well, you have to have some sort of response to ‘hey, how’s the weather up there,’ don’t you?”

Sam shoots you that smile again. “Maybe you can teach me your tricks sometime.”

Your stomach fills with butterflies.

You press your hand to your mouth, holding back a laugh as Dean begrudgingly flips Cas's badge the right side up.

 "He's new," Dean mutters, and you can see the embarrassment on Cas' face. Soon, Sam and Dean strike up conversation with the victim, and you decide to take Cas outside after he commits one to many obvious social blunders. 

 "Cas," you say, making sure not to hurt him, "don't take this the wrong way, I love having you here, but... What're you doing? You've never joined us like this before."  He looks down, trying not to make eye contact with you. Slowly, you reach for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

 "It's okay, you can tell me."

"I wanted to show you that I was capable, so that if you ever wanted, we could go hunting together. But now I know that it's not the right lifestyle for an angel. The Winchesters far surpass me."

You can’t help but let a quiet laugh escape, and Cas looks up at you, hurt in his eyes.

“Cas, I’m not with you for your hunting skills. I’m with you for you. Sure, you may not be the best fake FBI agent, but you’re a damn good fighter, and incredibly smart. Besides, knowing that you can’t lie is kind of a good thing. Don’t worry about impressing me. You’ve already done that a million times over.”

He smiles at you, bending down to softly kiss your lips. “You make me want to be better. That is all it is.”

“Well, I think you’re better than better.”

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