au meme | sastiel college au with teacher!sam + student!cas as requested by bowtiesandbadgers || (x)

Sam already had Castiel waiting in his office when he opened the door. Castiel was carefully pressing the keys on the small keyboard on his phone, and there was a half-sly smile on his face. At once, Sam reached over and snatched the phone out of Castiel’s hands.

“Why is one of my oldest students also one of the most immature?” he asked as he read over Castiel’s latest composition. It was much like the last fifteen messages: straightforward and detailed. ”I’ve been getting your texts all day.” 

“Considering the propensity of today’s youth for hedging the truth, I thought you might appreciate a more honest approach,” Castiel said. His hands grasped at empty air — at a loss, it seemed, without a phone to fidget with. “Have you considered my proposals?”

“You can’t possibly expect me to be taking these… these sexts seriously,” Sam said.

Castiel settled deeper into his chair with an expression that seemed convey that he was exasperated by Sam’s continued idiocy. “Of course, I do,” he said. “I wouldn’t have sent them otherwise.”

au meme | supernatural meets iron chef

The time has come to once again answer life’s most savory question: whose cuisine reigns supreme?

In mere moments, one iron chef will be pitted against our challenger, who thirsts to discover our secret ingredient and enter the heat of battle, here in Kitchen Stadium…

au meme | castiel is summoned by sam’s cry for help

“I shouldn’t do this,” Castiel said as he smoothed back the hair from John’s brow. “It will change many things.”

“Please,” Sam pleaded. He didn’t know Castiel yet; he was many years too young for the truth about angels to have even occurred to him, but Castiel had answered before the doctors. Maybe that was enough to inspire such fast trust. “Please, if you can do something — anything…”

Castiel sighed deeply and pressed his fingers against John’s temple. “As you wish.”

au meme | castifer + high school au 

Castiel deals with truths, and the truth about Lucifer is this: he finds Castiel fascinating. There’s something rather dizzying about being separated from the rest of the herd — being thought of as special and separate.

Peculiar, but in a good way. An attractive way.

The thing is that Castiel isn’t used to being noticed. He’s considered one of those fringe bodies on the edge of the student population. He has few enemies, fewer friends, and such a strong and confident intellect that he feels no need to justify its worth by speaking up in class. 

Lucifer… Lucifer likes to fight. He likes to fracture a person’s argument until they have to concede defeat. Lucifer likes to try and make Castiel argue, but Castiel deals with facts alone. If Castiel is the black and white of the world, then Lucifer is the grey space between them.

Lucifer needles him with statements that are never completely wrong and always just shy of right, and Castiel does his absolute best not to give in. He has no interest in correcting people, but Lucifer is the irritating white-noise behind his eyes at night. Because Castiel knows his facts — knows the inevitability of them, how nature will ultimately swing to meet the laws of the universe — he’s aware that he’s the rock that’s been set under the flow of Lucifer’s scrutiny.

Eventually, Castiel will break. 

He will break here — now, with Lucifer barricading him near the backdoor of a house party that his noticeable focus had conned Castiel into attending.

“You’re thinking about me,” says Lucifer.

This is, of course, true. It’s hard not to think about Lucifer when he’s this close, demanding Castiel’s regard. But to point that out would be an argument, and Castiel can’t give him that yet.

“It’s only natural,” Lucifer goes on to say as he curves his fingers under the nape of Castiel’s neck. Absurdly, Castiel feels as if they fit there, but he’s distracted from examining that thought further by Lucifer’s thumb stroking possessively over his pulse. “I am, after all, the only one in this school that makes you want to fight. That makes me interesting, doesn’t it?”

Lucifer digs into the muscle of Castiel’s neck, finding the knots of stress and frustration that have been building up. Castiel bites back a relieved groan, and says — with a gasp — “Yes,” because it is the truth.

“You want me,” Lucifer adds as he angles in for a kiss.

Castiel brings him short with a hand. He is shaking. He can feel Lucifer’s breath across his mouth. “That’s a baseless assumption,” he says — and there, he’s broken, just like that.

Lucifer laughs softly. “Yes, it is,” he agrees. “So tell me it isn’t true.”

Castiel can’t.

It’s Sam who chooses their victims. He knows which ones that will satisfy best and he knows how Cas and Dean like to work. Sam knows how Dean is like a cat with his prey, giving a little bit of leash and the illusion of safety before reeling them back in for the kill. And Sam knows that Cas will take someone apart by inches, not giving so much as a sliver of hope and waiting until they’re asking for what he’s only so happy to give them.

Sam just likes to watch them work. Likes to see them break their victims down to their base components, conquering and devouring every scrap of humanity and personality that makes someone an individual. They’re all the same when it comes to the nitty gritty aspects of life, and Sam likes seeing the proof of it clinging to Dean’s blade or between Cas’ fingers.

Afterward Cas and Dean both will thank Sam for providing them with what they want — what they need. Sam doesn’t really have the heart to tell them that it should actually be the other way around.

au meme | cas & bb!sam, terminator-esque au || (x)

Sam was of the opinion that he had a healthy amount of skepticism. Whether Castiel was really an angel or not, Sam could tell that he was important to Castiel for some reason. It was sort of nice — being important enough to someone that they would travel through time for you. Still…

He needed to know.

“Why are you here?”

Castiel looked over from where he was sitting on the curb outside Sam’s school, having apparently waited for Sam to approach on his own. His expression was remarkably open for a moment, but he turned away quickly as if the sight of Sam brought him pain.

“To help you,” he said simply, gazing out into the middle distance. “To keep you alive.”

au meme | sastiel + fight club || (x)

“Cas.” Sam spread his arms to either side of him. “I want you to hit me.”

Castiel cocked a brow at Sam. He flexed his fingers at his side, but otherwise, did not make a move. “No,” he said.

“Come on, do it. As hard as you can,” Sam wheedled. “You’ve had a bad day, you’re frustrated as hell, and now I’m trying to make you do something you don’t wanna. Get angry, Cas. It’s alright to get angry.”

Castiel endured Sam’s pestering for a good ten minutes as they loitered on the far edge of the parking lot at the motel. Sam’s voice grated on his nerves as easily in person as it did over the phone, and this time, he did not have alcohol to deaden his irritation.

Then finally, Sam seemed to decide to take a more direct route. He struck Cas hard — once, right across the mouth. Pain blossomed across Castiel’s jaw, and tasting blood, he spat it to the side.

All his frustrated rage was gathering in his chest, and Castiel lashed out quickly, punching Sam so hard that he crumpled down to one knee. Castiel shook the numbness out of his fingers while Sam looked back up at him. 

“Thank you, Sam,” Cas said, and Sam grinned with bloody teeth, laughing. “I do feel better.”

au meme | john winchester meets castiel || (x)

I am an angel.

Though it takes a moment for this… this Castiel’s announcement to settle completely in his mind, John finds it remarkably easy to accept it. He’s seen a lot of things in his short stint as a hunter — a lot of powerful things that used their abilities to achieve whatever ends — but they weren’t like Castiel. John feels the truth of it down to his bones.

Accepting it is easy, but accepting what it means — for himself, for the world, for Mary and the kids — that’s harder. Sorrow drags at John’s shoulders with fresh weight. When he looks up at Castiel, he expects the angel to be as straight-faced as before, like maybe angels are so focused on the Will of God and the Big Picture that they don’t realize what it means for the foot soldiers down on the ground.

But Castiel’s expression is soft — mildly so. Mouth parted instead of thin-lipped. Eyes tracking over the tight creases by John’s eyes and the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows past his grief. Castiel takes a few, measured steps toward John. He reaches out — touches the folds of his coat lightly before settling his fingers around John’s arm.

“You will see her again,” Castiel says. “Take comfort in that.”

So, John does.

Every goddamn day, John does.

au meme | sastiel + zombie apocalypse || (x)

“Survival isn’t easy,” said Castiel from where he stood against the wall. He had blood splattered across his chest, but didn’t seem to be at all concerned about it. He watched Sam with a carefully neutral expression. “You had to know that this day would come.”

Sam held his gun aloft with one hand. It wasn’t the right way to hold it, least of all in anticipation of the recoil. Bobby had taught him better, but Bobby was currently lumbering in the hall beyond Castiel’s shoulder — hungry, mindless, slurping noisily at the air as he caught their scents.

“It has to be done by one of us, Sam,” Castiel continued. “I can—”

“No.” Sam shook his head minutely — never fully taking his eyes off of Bobby, who was now taking the last few steps that would bring him into reach. “I can do it. Just give me a moment.”

Thankfully, Castiel did not point out that a moment might be all Sam could afford to take. He merely nodded and put more distance between himself and the door.

Sam steadied his weapon with both hands this time, took careful aim, and — holding his breath against the wave of grief that washed over him — squeezed the trigger.

au meme | sastiel + jurassic park || (x.x)

Together, Sam and Castiel picked their way through the mostly deserted complex. They moved as swiftly and quietly as they were able, but when they were halfway through the industrial-sized kitchens when Castiel threw a hand across Sam’s chest.

“Wait,” Castiel ordered in a whisper. He stood still for a moment, merely listening.

Sam hunkered closer. “What is it?” he asked. “Did you hear something?” (Something like a t-rex, he did not add.)

Castiel turned to look at the doors through which they’d just come and Sam turned with him. The breath of something very large steamed across the little window.

“Run,” Castiel said, already shoving Sam into action.

A raptor, Sam’s mind supplied in its shock. It’s a fucking raptor. ”Cas—”

Castiel bit off Sam’s name with a sharp snap and pushed him ahead. “Run!”

au meme | sastiel with teacher/student college au || (x)

“I take it you know why you’re in here today,” Castiel said as he flipped through a stack of papers and gestured for Sam to take a seat across from him. He pulled out Sam’s test from the stack and set it aside while the rest went into a drawer. 

When Castiel tapped his finger against the poor grade circled in red at the top of the exam, Sam nodded, brows drawing together and up in a pathetic sort of expression.

“I’m sorry,” Sam said.

Castiel pursed his lips, and it was as if a floodgate opened in Sam’s mind. Sam blurted out his giant sob story about living on his own for the first time and having trouble finding a job and a car and friends that didn’t try to undermine his studies. There were a lot of easy solutions to all his problems, but he didn’t seem to see them the way Castiel did.

He leaned back in his seat and said, “You… You really have no clue how to take care of yourself, do you?”

Sam’s shoulders hunched subtly inwards. “No,” he confessed.

There was absolutely no reason for Castiel to be inclined to do anything about Sam’s problems. Lots of students had the same, but Castiel had always had an affinity for things that needed tending — things like gardens and large animals and people like Sam Winchester, apparently.

He shouldn’t play favorites at all and yet…

au meme | sastiel in a dramatic rom com || (x)

Though he didn’t recognize the number, Sam picked up the phone on the second ring and was rewarded by Castiel’s voice cutting in over his generic greetings.

“I can’t make it,” Cas said plainly, apparently forgoing his usual hellos in order to drop the bomb on Sam as swiftly as possible and get it over with. “I’m in the hospital and the doctors won’t let me leave yet.” 

“Are you okay?” Sam demanded at once. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine,” Cas stressed, though it was in such a way that Sam couldn’t really believe him. “It was just a car accident. More importantly, I’m going to miss my flight.” 

For a moment, the line was silent save Castiel’s aggrieved grumbling to a nurse and the sound of him swatting her hands away. Sam tried to think through their options, and with their vacation plans quickly slipping out of the realm of possibility, he came up with only one: “Forget the trip,” he said. “I’ll come to you.”