Castiel dating Male!Reader who he takes anywhere and everywhere. If he goes on a case with the brothers, he brings his boyfriend; if he goes out somewhere, he brings his boyfriend, it's simply out of the question (unless Reader refuses ofc). (Fluff, crack, Dean getting annoyed and Cas being confused why T_T)
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Pairing: Castiel x male reader
Warnings: None, just Dean being annoyed at gay people.
An: Hello @s-kellie-z !! Ahh, thank you so much for the request and the kind message! ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა♡❀ You just made my day! This was so much fun to write, and I really hope it lives up to your expectations!
Castiel did not do casual.
If Castiel went anywhere, you were coming along. The Angel needed to be possessively present with you. Why would he not? And usually there wasn’t a refusal on your end, but when you would? He’d be confused, but would never push your answer. Your word was final.
You were his human. His person. His…
“His emotional support human.” Dean had muttered once, loud enough for everyone to hear in the motel room.
Cas had tilted his head, considering this. "That is... not inaccurate."
You'd laughed so hard you nearly choked.
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The first time Castiel brought you on a hunt, Sam had raised an eyebrow but really said nothing. He'd worked with you before. Sam knew you could handle yourself. So having you around wasn't a liability.
Dean, however, had opinions. Very vocal opinions.
"Seriously?" He'd watched Cas materialize in the motel room with you beside him, your duffel slung over one shoulder. "You couldn't have given us a heads-up? Some kind of text?”
"I did," Cas said flatly. "I told you I was bringing him."
"You said, 'I'm retrieving my partner.' That could have meant anything!"
"It meant exactly what I said."
Dean had opened his mouth, closed it, and then just pointed a finger at you. "You. You're paying for your own food."
"Already planned on it, man," you'd shrugged, already not surprised by Dean's negative reaction.
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But you were useful, that was the thing. Dean couldn't even pretend the fact.
On hunts, you moved like you'd been doing this your whole life (because you had). You checked corners, asked the right questions, and never froze when things got ugly. More than once, you'd spotted something the brothers missed, your hunter instincts just as reliable as the Winchesters.
And Cas would watch you work like you were the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen.
Which, honestly? You probably were.
The problem, and Dean would insist it was a problem, was that Cas had no concept of personal space when it came to you.
If you were researching at the motel table, Cas was right there, shoulder pressed against yours. The Angel would be reading over your arm like he couldn't bear to be even six inches away. If you were eating breakfast, he'd sit beside you and watch you chew like it was the most riveting activity on earth.
"You're staring," you'd mumble, mouth half-full of pancakes.
"I like looking at you," he'd reply. "Your face is...pleasant. You look better now that you’ve eaten.”
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Now the real issue was that Cas didn't know how to let you handle things on your own.
He did not mean to be malicious. It wasn't even intentional. But the second a situation seemed even slightly dangerous, Cas would step in.
The one example you could remember was when you were questioning a witness, a super nervous looking gentleman who seemed like he was about to bolt. You had it handled, hell, you'd dealt with worse. But then the man's hand twitched toward his pocket, and suddenly Cas was there.
"He is armed," Cas announced, his hand clamping down on the guy's wrist. "You may proceed with your questions."
"Cas," you said, pinching the bridge of your nose. "I had it."
"You did," he agreed. "But he was reaching for a weapon. I simply-“
"I know what you did. My eyes work."
Cas blinked at you, genuinely confused. "You are upset."
"I'm not upset, I'm…" You sighed, rubbing your face. "Babe. I can handle myself."
"You are capable," Cas said simply. "But I am here as well. And I will not let anything hurt you. That is...not negotiable."
The same scenario would happen again. And again. And again.
A vampire grabbed you? Cas had it pinned before you could even draw your knife. A demon tried to get in your head? Cas was in its head first, blue eyes blazing, making it scream.
Every single time, you'd turn to him with that look that was full of fondness and exasperation. But so in love, it made his grace flicker, and the interaction between you two would say something like:
And he wasn't. Not even a little.
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The thing about Castiel was that he knew Dean was annoyed. More than he usually was.
He just couldn't figure out why.
"Is there a problem?" Cas asked one afternoon, appearing beside Dean in the library of the bunker. Dean jumped about a foot in the air.
"Jesus-!! Cas, warn a guy!"
"I am not Jesus. I am Castiel. And you have been sighing loudly for the past thirty minutes. Are you unwell?"
Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm fine."
"Your heartbeat is elevated. Your breathing is-"
Cas tilted his head. "You are irritated. Is it because of me?"
"No- yes-!! I don't know!" Dean threw his hands up. "You're just always around! And he's always around! And you two are so…" He made a vague gesture that somehow conveyed everything and nothing. "That!"
Cas stared at him blankly. "I do not understand."
"I love him," Cas said simply. "Why would I not want to be near him? He is kind. He is brave. He makes me feel..." He paused, searching for the word. "Whole."
Dean opened his mouth, then closed it.
He just shook his head and walked away, muttering something about "angelic emotional support boyfriends" and "can't take them anywhere."
Cas watched him go, genuinely confused.
"You did good," you said, appearing at his elbow with a small grin. "That was the perfect response."
Cas turned to you, expression softening instantly. "He seems upset."
"He'll get over it." You tugged on his tie, pulling him down for a quick kiss. "Come on. I want to show you something."
Cas followed without hesitation, his hand finding yours.
Because of course he did.
You were his partner. Where else would he go? ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
